Stone in Love
Stone in Love
Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth I do recall, those were the best times, most of all In the heat with a blue jean girl Burnin’ love comes once in a lifetime She found me singing by the rail road track Took me home, we danced by moonlight
Those summer nights are callin’, Stone in love Can’t help myself I’m fallin’ Stone in love
Old dusty roads, led to the river Runnin’ slow She pulled me down, and in clover We’d go ’round In the heat with a blue jean girl Burnin’ love comes once in a lifetime Oo the memories never fade away Golden girl, I’ll keep you forever.
That song has nothing to do with this post, just thought it was a great, fun, happy song to try and stay cheery on the subject. I have not posted in a several weeks as something happened that was so awful, that I was sure I would not be able to journal it without revealing it. I am still not going to divulge what happened, however, I want to address the subject of being wronged by an individual to such a degree that it consumes every waking minute of your days, for weeks. How do you get over that?
I feel like I have been through a few different stages on this, from being sick to my stomach, to guilt, to anger, to tears, to sadness and then to a realizing how literally mentally messed up this person is, and that I feel sorry for them. Me, and my family, want to stay angry though, as it seems more appropriate, but we all know that is not healthy. I feel like there are things in our society that feed this sort of behavior and there is nothing that I can do. I don’t want to focus on what happened, but more on what I can do to turn what happened into something positive. I know that everyone learned a very hard lesson, I get that, and that is positive. What I want is to somehow use the feelings inside me to make a positive impact in my life and the people around me. The result of this whole mess will make us, me and my family, all stronger, I know that. I know that we are all here for each other no matter what, and that comforts me. I know that this was not done “to us”, but we were the avenue to feed an addiction. I keep reminding myself to keep it all in perspective. No one died, no one has a terminal illness, we all have a roof over our heads, and food on the table. We are OK.
I am still struggling with the fact that this is far too common of a situation, and wonder “what I can do to change that?”