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Picking up the pieces.....
01 September 2000
Thoughts.....I
feel like I am diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
I have quite a collection of pics from alot of you....and I wuz wondering if maybe I should add them to my ~FRIENDS~ page.
~OR~
If you have a website we could swap banners and add those to my ~LINKS~ page. Drop me an E-Mail and lemme know if you wanna participate in either...as I am spending some time on getting those pages updated !
Back in April - May.....I started my quest to make a move to Irvine - CA. Chatting online to peeple in different cities.....led me to a clear overview of the entire state. *LOL* In the interim....I made some really decent friends that I chat with quite frequently. One of them sent me an e-mail that brought tears to my eyes. I have talked with Jason on the phone.....and he is a genuine sweetheart and has said quite a few things to me from time to time...that have given me the confidence to believe that everything is gonna be alright! He said.......
I ASKED GOD .....for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a tree,
He gave me a forest.
I asked God for a river,
He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a friend ~ and He gave me "YOU."
My mother talked me out of moving to Irvine.....atleast for the time being...because she thought that it was more important that I stay here amongst the support of my friends. She knew that the breakup of my GF and I would be the death of me....if I didn't have them. In some respects she was correct. But I knew in my heart....that every day that I spent in this house....would only return "haunting memories" of the person that I loved the most. And I also believe that those memories have in some respects hindered my recovery.
I lost my grandmother 6 years ago.....and my heart ached to the point of physical illness for many years after that....God I miss her. But the difference between missing her and missing Leda is that....my grandmother loved me very much and that gave me comfort.....and the loss of loosing in a relationship...loosing someone that you love more than they love you...makes it hurt.
I just keep "turning pages".......as I find the strength to keep "Picking up the Pieces......"
......and I know that everything happens for a reason.
I laid in bed last nite.....eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.....tears streaming down the sides of my face.....begging God for some answers. Searching the events of the last two years of my life...looking for something that I may have done that I didn't fix...or someone that I hurt....that I didn't apologize to.....something....there has to be something. I even whispered an apology to Dennis Smith. My former husband. I could hear my friends saying "Lisa...you couldn't help him...he was sick...and he didn't want to get better." "Yes, you loved him...but it was more of a compassion...and a love that you wanted to help him get better...but he had to make that choice." "And he did......" I dunno.
I always knew that looking back on my tears would make me laugh...
but I didn't know that looking back on my laughter could make me cry.....
I dunno if you have
seen this collection of pics yet.....check it out!
*HUGGS*
LisaSkirts
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The Members Section is NOW OPEN !
~WANTED~ Male-Female Submissives
~WANTED~Models for upcoming photo shoots
and
you said.......
Hey Lisa Sweetie, Wow..Your site is awesome..Thank you for sharing..Arent you a real sweetie???
Yes you are..
Oh By the way...this is your far friend Sam..remember??hehehe.. You are a friend..Pls stay in touch.. *HUGGS* Across the mountains and restless seas.... Samo..xoxoxoxo
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Hey Lisa
Thanks for the update. Lets get together sometime if you like... We are yet to schedule that. Hope all is well.... Have a great day
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Hey Lisa... the other day someone said i didnt know my own mind... I told the the reason for that was because they didnt label the jars very well....:]
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