06-26-2017, 07:59 PM
The problem is that insidious little thing called hope...Maybe this guy will be different...Maybe things will be different this time...Maybe he's changed. And we know better...the logical part of our mind KNOWS BETTER...but...
I've just done it myself. It seemed like there was the possibility of a tiny thaw in the ongoing War with my husband...I started thinking, Maybe it means something. I started thinking of him, this man I've loved for so long, and let myself wander into the Maybes and the What-Ifs...the possibilities...
Of course, here in the real world, Mr. Hyde took center stage and kicked Dr. Jekyll to the curb...the thaw froze back into a slippery slope...and here we are.
They say that hope springs eternal. Right now, I'm in the mood to beat it back down with a shovel
I've just done it myself. It seemed like there was the possibility of a tiny thaw in the ongoing War with my husband...I started thinking, Maybe it means something. I started thinking of him, this man I've loved for so long, and let myself wander into the Maybes and the What-Ifs...the possibilities...
Of course, here in the real world, Mr. Hyde took center stage and kicked Dr. Jekyll to the curb...the thaw froze back into a slippery slope...and here we are.
They say that hope springs eternal. Right now, I'm in the mood to beat it back down with a shovel
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