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Re·hab
1. (Rehabilitate) verb. To restore to a state of good condition or operation
2. (Rehabilitation) noun. Treatment or treatments designed to facilitate the process of recovery from injury, illness, or disease to as normal a condition as possible.
3. Vindication of a person’s character and the re-establishment of that person’s reputation (I like this one.)
Love isn’t as easily defined. It is a word with endless definitions. It is so much more subjective.
One can apply the term love loosely, or solidify it with a more concrete meaning. The journey to figuring out what love means to the individual—is a bumpy road.
Whether trying to decide what one loves, or who one loves… it is a journey.
These are the tales, the chronicles, the never ending journey to my definition of love—in all aspects.
Definitely not meant to please anyone except myself –but, with that being said…I invite you along for the journey.
I encourage feedback and support—who knows what you may learn about yourself along the way, or what influence you may have on my love-learning-life experience.
Quite frankly, I am probably fucked. But we shall see–won’t we?
And here I thought I was the only woman on Earth who had this addiction. I don’t think rehab will help. I think we are destined to just keep searching. It’s out there somewhere. It has to be, right? For my story, go to my blog under the “Michael” category. Start at the beginning of that,with “Write a Book”. For kicks, also check out “These are the changing winds ya’ll” to see how wrapped up in him I was just a month or so before the walls came tumbling down. Love your outlook, and I followed you, because you’re right…we need to learn from each other.
Thanks for the comment, and I just followed your blog.
I am nervous to read!! The multitude of bad relationships I have had usually run their course in a year or so… I am nervous to get wrapped up in the disintegration of a 20 year relationship!
Let me pour some coffee… and get started!
Ah, well to clarify. The relationship in and of itself wasn’t 20 years. We were together in high school, took a 10 year hiatus, and reconnected. But we remained “friends” through it all, albeit we both still “loved” each other. It’s 20 years of all kinds of emotions, and it was all lost. I still need to get around to finishing the whole story, but can’t do that just yet. Right now my journey is in getting over him, and still allowing myself to believe in the fairy tale that turned out wasn’t him.