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The way he was talking to me earlier… makes me think he’s starting to feel like God’s the cosmic sadist again and he’s the marionette.” “In other words, God’s just torturing him for the kick?” Thomas sighed and set his mostly untouched plate down. “Something like that.” “That’s not a healthy outlook.” “He doesn’t feel loved right now, so it’s the natural one. ↗
He was soppy! He went along with everything! I'd say what about this or what about that, and he'd always say yes. It didn't matter what I said. It was always the same answer. He gave into everything. You can't have that in a man. I like people to stand up for themselves. They've got to have their own opinion, know their own mind. I could tell it was going nowhere. I couldn't be with him. We weren't right for each other. When I broke it off, he was baffled and broken. He cried and asked how he'd wronged me. But he hadn't done anything wrong; he just wasn't the right one ↗
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... I don't believe in ghosts - not the scary white sheet, boogie-woogie type of ghost anyway. And yet ... I don't disbelieve either. I'm kind of sitting on the ghost fence, dangling my legs on both sides, not sure which way to jump. I think I might be here for a while. ↗
I defend the authority of women and explore its meaning for them rather than assume they need to be more accommodating or sensitive. ↗
#dr-phil #love-based-psychology #women #women-s-history-month #women-s-rights
Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin. ↗
Caleb came to his mother's side and helped her to her feet. "Besides, if you rest, then I am free to make love to Jacqueline." "Caleb!" Jacqueline had been worried she would say the wrong thing. Instead, Caleb had put his foot in it. But obviously all the cliches she'd ever heard about Italian sons were true. He really could do no wrong, for Mrs. D'Angelo shook her finger at him--but she said indulgently, "You are incorrigible." "Ma, I'm just trying to get going on those grandchildren you want. ↗
