My husband

Well, he has a woman he lives with.
Known her 8 months.
Just when he stopped talking to me.
I met her the other day.
I have known about her for a while even though he never told me.
As I said, I did not hear from him for 8 months.
He did not have the nerve to tell me until the other day.
The last time he told me anything he said that he lived alone.
Better than the married one he saw for a year, I guess.
Especially since we were still together then.
He called tonight and said he moved out.
I don't believe him but where would he go if he did?
The next in line? I bet that he has one set up in case.
I always wonder if there were past ones, too, I never knew about.
The body count begins to rise as he continues to spiral down.
We should all start a club.
there is a song this reminds me of, "Let the bodies hit the floor".
He keeps searching for what he needs but can't find in himself.
His charm works on all even his ex wife.
He sure can make women feel special when he wants and it suits him.

I couldn't handle when he emotionally left me.
Way before I ever knew he would really physically leave me.
I slowly spiraled downward.
Eventually had my own body count.
Went places I had never been (and never will ever again).
Karma hit me.
Then I saw the light.
and I changed.
He was too far gone by then.

Thank God I did change.
Everything, bliss or horror, is a learning experience.
There were plenty of all kinds and inbetweens in the years with him.
Now, I pray for resolution so I can move forward.
Will it ever come peacefully?
As this goes into its 2nd year, my prayers deepen.
My belief in the power of Love, which is God, the same,
tells me He will prevail. In peace.
And in Him, I have all faith. He can touch all hearts.

(I know I am gonna get comments on this entry but I don't enter things
in my journal for anyone but me. This is not "for you". If you read it,
deal with it. Hey, I sound like Sean now. I sure do love & miss him but
I was just someone he was forced to live with to be with his dad and
I always knew it. That was never easy to live with either. Yes, Sean,
I have learned to "deal with it". You never knew how much I loved you,
though. Maybe you have moments you remember now. I can always hope.
Peace and wonderful things to all.)

Love in the form of a soldier

As I grow and get older, I continue to learn.
That is the point, too, I guess. :-)
I know some people don't seem to do both.
I have learned so much about soldiers by knowing
and speaking with them in life.
I was chatting with a friend tonight
that served in the Army before the war.
He was talking about his regiment that is now over in Afghanistan.
I could sense his worry and pain in his caring of them.
He said he cares more that they do a good job.
I said I could relate to his feelings about them though.
He asked how that was and this is what I said....
"I have empathy and a desire to understand.
Because I love and have suffered......
It is very simple.
I cannot feel exactly but I can relate by trying to understand.
I am one of the few that is always thinking
of those soldiers there everyday
and I keep my ribbon long after others have disappeared.
I see if everyday and think of them.
My heart knows.
And I am so very thankful.
More sacrifices than most of the people can ever
or will ever realize happen every second in every way in war.
It is very sad.
But it is what they must do.

As warriors ....".

God bless the soldier man.