<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794269141606076648</id><updated>2011-12-10T11:01:45.185-08:00</updated><category term='how to survive heartache'/><category term='ladymermaid'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='surviving separation'/><title type='text'>Surviving Separation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingseparation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794269141606076648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingseparation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ladymermaid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420703520546583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794269141606076648.post-7725266968551591629</id><published>2007-07-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:02:30.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to survive heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving separation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladymermaid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fsurvivingseparation.blogspot.com%2F&amp;amp;layout=button_count&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Survive Separation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living through the heartache and heartbreak of separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's never easy to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone close to your heart. The hurt can seem to be almost beyond healing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCo05uezDLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/h5RnGlmTQ4U/s1600/2+drakes+and+a+lady.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257262238764210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCo05uezDLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/h5RnGlmTQ4U/s320/2+drakes+and+a+lady.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but things do get better over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time, and it is usua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lly through the warmth and caring of our other friends that we learn to live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/SFcvmvxUnKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z3uQoSm9CXI/s1600-h/j0399639.jpg" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends are our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greatest resource when w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e are in times of need. They are there to help us through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the loneliness, the insecurity, and the anger of a separation. We lean on them, and in their strength, we find our own ability to once again stand alone! They are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re to teach us to trust again, to care again, and even to believe in love again. They are our means of surviving betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking back on my broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heart, and how I managed to survive it, reminds me of just how important those friends are. Gosh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it all seems like it happened a million years ago n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are times in life that are just so emotionally difficult, that they push us to the very depths of despair, we are tossed into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a position where we actually no longer care if we live or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We learn all too quickly that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life can change in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly all that was isn't, and all that should have been, will never be. One moment tic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ks o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n the clock, one terrible moment in time that can ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdepnLUBBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/abTSkv0y6LU/s1600/sun+in+clouds+009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487458739958318098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdepnLUBBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/abTSkv0y6LU/s320/sun+in+clouds+009.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 206px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er be erased, never changed, and never forgotten. In that small instant life becom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es something foreign, a place no longer safe, and all that a person can do is shake their head in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at these times that the easiest way for a person to recover is to e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ist within the strength of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To lean on someone who is strong enough to su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pport them until they are po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;werful enough once again to once more move forw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rd. To want once again to live their life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To once again enjoy their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of us have heard the words to the song, &lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5jlPL1tNDY&amp;amp;feature=fvsr" style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;Lean On Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. We just have to remember those words when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are in time of need. It is at our lowest times when we truly need to search out those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people who will support, and defend us, until we are once again strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time really does heal all wounds. Lean on your friends when you need them. If that doesn't help seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdq5jyoy_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/9Lbs0FA9olc/s1600/dad+and+boys.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487472208066956274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdq5jyoy_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/9Lbs0FA9olc/s320/dad+and+boys.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 126px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; out your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family doctor or psychologist. Help is out there you just have to reach out your hand to receive it. Then just be patient and keep going on about life as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Let the magic of passing time heal your emotional wounds just as it does physical ones. One day you'll wake up, look outside, and realize that you are really truly living once again. It just ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kes a little time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;Time Really Does Heal The Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more experiences that we have which come between us, and a tragic event in our lives, than the closer that we come to healing from the traumatic emotions experienced during that event. This ability for time to diminish hurts could be because the new memories that we acquire are able to slowly and steadily become clearer within our mind than our older memories. Or it may be that our older memories no longer seem as relevant to our lives as our newer experiences are. Whatever the reasoning is, it is very reassuring to know that for the majority of individuals, time really is an amazing healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So long as a person does not spend the remainder of their life dwelling on a past traumatic event, then emotional healing should occur, and&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdeAanyJnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/e7saXb7I5Jg/s1600/003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487458032213436018" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdeAanyJnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/e7saXb7I5Jg/s320/003.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 183px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time will eventually heal the emotional scars incurred in the past. How much time is required for the healing process will depend on the resilience of the individual involved and the degree of trauma that they have with stood.&lt;br /&gt;Healing will definitely be easier, and take less time for those individuals with a strong sense of optimism, and a healthy outlook on life. Those individuals having a large and supportive network of family and friends to help and encourage the recovery process will also be more likely to have a faster healing process. Even just having individuals around to discuss, and rationalize issues, can keep a person focused on the things that truly matter most in life.&lt;br /&gt;As time passes the individual begins to focus on small enjoyments within life again, like the pleasure they receive from their first cup of coffee in the morning, or t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdh9n6-mCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/coSUDU8Jm9s/s1600/quiet+road+view.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487462382290507810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/TCdh9n6-mCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/coSUDU8Jm9s/s320/quiet+road+view.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 216px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 287px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he taste sensation of a well prepared meal at a local restaurant. A conversation with a loved one, or simply the wonderful feeling of the warm sunshine on them when they are out for a walk, and these new experiences begin to be enjoyable memories within their mind. The new experiences begin to blanket the older memories. The more time and positive experiences that pass by, the further that person will distance themselves from the past, and the more that they will begin to associate themselves with the present.&lt;br /&gt;Time does heal most wounds. We just have to help it along a little.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the past with those that you trust, attempt to understand the events that occurred, but don't dwell there. Pull yourself out of that area and get on with the many tiny processes of life and living. Pamper yourself with enjoyable experiences. Amuse your mind with books, games, challenges and the enjoyment of friends and family. Keep your body fit with a new form of exercise; walk, learn yoga, swim or dance.&lt;br /&gt;Force yourself to go on living, and at some point in time you will discover that instead of just going through the motions, you really are living. It just takes time and the correct usage of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #ffffcc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Story Of Surviving Heartache and Heartbreak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I stand. A blubbering fool on a street corner with tears streaming down my face. I haven't slept for two nights and I am too tired to control anything let alone a few m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/SjkVuDC6rOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/shuvHsKaJd0/s1600-h/j0399639.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329913314880738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxjzryMbGw/SjkVuDC6rOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/shuvHsKaJd0/s320/j0399639.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 274px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easly tears. I know that everything is going to be okay, it always is, but god does it ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er hurt right now. There's a voice screaming in my head, &lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"What happe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ned?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"Exactly what the hell just happened here?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is one of those questions that I don't think that I want to know the answe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r to. Maybe I just don't want to deal with it right now or maybe I am just not strong enough to deal with it right now. I walk slowly back to the house, phone my daughter, and tell her that I am leaving him. Then I pack up my truck, kiss my home, tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st and dreams goodbye, and I run for my life. All the while I am thinking, &lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"Who gave up you or I?"&lt;/span&gt;. Either way it doesn't matter. It is over and I am alone again. I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.........and time seems to move so slowly. Every minute seems like an hour and every day feels like a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cashier smiles at me and says, &lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;"How are you today?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph? Let me think about that one. I have just had my heart ripped out and I am standing here with this huge gaping hole in my chest. Gosh, I guess considering the circumstances, I'm not all that bad. Could be worse I guess. I might have lost an arm or a leg in addition to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back home and hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which brings us to my new concept of home. Home is actually now a bedroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m at my brothers house. Not that I need a bedroom as I no longer sleep. If I have gotten four hours sleep in the past week I would be surprised. Every time I close my eyes the all too familiar images of us and our happy home life send me screaming back out to the comfort of the living room and my brother's bachelor wisdom. &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;"Have a beer"&lt;/span&gt;, he says. Then he pulls out the crib board and we talk and joke about how funny being single is, and it helps. A little more time passes by and I get one hour closer to getting over 'him'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And time passes till one day I wake up and I am living again. I have no idea how or when it happened, but I am nestled snuggly into my new life, and everyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing is okay again. The day that I stood by the side of the road debating whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ther or not to walk out in front of a truck is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank god for those that stand behind and beside us. More specifically thank god for my brother, that strong gentle man who listened to my ramb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lings and rantings, who let me cry, whine and be angry. 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