Finally cutting off all communication
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| Thu, 09-01-2005 - 6:24pm |
I just love this song...I have tried to be a good person and handle the split with H nicely and respectfully..but he is not having it...he is cold, cruel and frankly he is just a bridge burner....I found out today that 6 year old asked him about gf that spent the night at his house when they stayed and his reply was.....I do not even know how long she will be here...way to teach a child how disposable people are ...I am cutting off all contact him,unless there is a parenting major issue.....other than that, if he calls , when the phone is answered, I am just going to have our son answer.....I can not drag myself down with him and argue with him anymore...the pain has just been too much to bear....there is nothing left to talk about anymore ever again.....I dedicate this song to him......
You'll Think Of Me
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday

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What is with these guys? I think I have the answer! The problem is that they have a penis. A Penis is like Kryptonite to the male brain. The other problem is that they don't have enough blood in their bodies to operate the brain in their head and the brain in their pants at the same time, so guess which one they use most often???
Hugs, Brenda
Okay, so his intermittent CS pays for ALL of the food PLUS the rent? Poor baby. I feel sorry for him, shelling out like that! By all means, you should shoot down one of those pigs flying by and roast it for him!
Oops, those are his friends, aren't they?
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