7 thoughts on “My forest

  1. I really loved the deep emotions and the realization that life is not always sunny with roses? So well done!! I love the line –
    “When I dream
    I see what might have been”. Great line! There’s a title or two in there? There is a price for our choices but not everything is a choice. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control.

    What might have been? What we would have wished for? Who knows what the detours might have been on another path? Having been through 2 failed marriages and that loss I can honestly say that I wouldn’t trade the way my path has twisted and turned for anything because but for every detour and wrong turn I would not have ended up with my Beloved Wife, #3. So, you see, I can’t be too angry at my second wife and her boyfriend because it put me on the right path for me (see my post – “Thank You For Leaving Me”).

    Nothing wrong with feeling hurt or wishing but as Garth Brooks stated so well, “Sometimes God’s greatest gifts are Unanswered Prayers”

    Have a great day!! Come visit me??

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    1. They say we are the sum of our experiences, and I know we can’t go back. But it feels good to get it off my chest sometimes anyway. This is about what kind of girl I might have been had my father cared more for me.
      The one thing I have from that is an ability to really care about others going through the same situation. I tend to be more patient about it because of going through it.
      Forgiveness, kindness…yep, here we are with others from our past and they can’t affect what we are now unless we let them.
      Your comment makes me think of Christina Aguilara’s ‘Fighter’

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