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In case you did not know this from before, I am making sure now that you are aware that this blog is completely mine and mine alone. In other words, I say what I want, to whoever I want, however I want, whenever I want. I am entitled to my own opinions as you are to yours. If you don't like what you read, then please go away and never bother to come back. You were not forced or coerced into coming here and most definitely, you are not obligated to stay. So leave, if you think you should. No if's, no and's, no but's, no exceptions.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
[From Journal: 2003.04.13.08:00] I suppose, if my expereince is anything to go by, once a person is in love, you are in love forever, and you never really stop loving that person, no matter what happens afterwards. I believe this. Of all the people I have loved, I still love these people who I have been in love with in my past in spite of the things which have happened since we parted and went our separate ways. I make this entry based on a box of things in which I found a picture from maybe 30 years ago or so. It is a picture of the woman I married April 6, 1968, but from before we were married. I looked at this picture, a brief moment in time, stopped and captured forever on this piece of paper, and the memories flooded back from the whole time we were together, the time we were dating, the time we were married, and finally the time after we divorced. (Just for the record, I divorced her because she left me for another man.) I just sat and remembered and it hit me that I was still in love with her to some extent. I make no apology for still holding a love for her deep down inside. I just pushed it into the background, but it is still there. The love I felt then did not go away, it just receded from my thoughts and it was at a point where it takes a picture or some such to cause things to resurface. I don't hink about things like this on a regular basis, not like I used to anyway. She remarried soon after we divorced, the same day the final papers were recorded by the court in fact, to the man she left me for, and I think she is still married to that same man today, and who am I to argue with her results? After all, we were only married for 10 years and now they have been married for 24 years or so. she put herself in a position where she had to make a choice. It was her choice and though I did not agree with her decision, it was her decision to make, and she made it, and now we both have to live with the decision. I admit, that for a very long time, I was angry about her making a decision which excluded me, deciding to make a joint decision by herself, but I've gotten over it, but the love I felt at the time is still alive inside my mind. Now, whenever I happen to think of her, I feel a sadness for what could have been and isn't. Oh, well, such is life.
Posted by: Rowlfe - at: 4/15/2003 02:23:00 AM
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