Writer's Block: Ice cream isn't cutting it

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Blue http://www.cjmorgan.com/paintings/broken-heart-pictures.htm The Artist says: "This is one of several paintings and prints in the Broken Heart Pictures series. To me, the grid of hearts represents a sort of story quilt. Each heart, broken or whole, represents an important part of the person's story. Making the paintings, I gave some thought to my own broken hearted times. The actual painting of the hearts was spontaneous. My hope is that the story of these hearts will resonate for you too. It seems likely that we each have a story of our heart breaking and healing, over and over."

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I listened to a great deal of country music. Wrote in my LJ a lot. Cried and felt sorry for myself. Got mad and said ugly things to and about him. And I spent time with friends, testing their patience and caring for me by saying and doing all this awful stuff. Lost a few in the process. I'm grateful to everyone who helped me thru that, it would have sucked to be alone.

Now, days, weeks, sometimes even months go by without thinking of my ex, or being angry with him, or being sad about something. Some days I remember something we did together,or something he said or did that was sweet or funny, and it makes me smile and remember why I loved him. I like that best. I don't want him back, but I'm glad that I'm finally thru the pain and anger and blame enough to see the goodness I fell in love with, so I can stop being angry with myself for being stupid & wasting so much time on him and stop being angry with him for being cruel and drunk and absent...So, yeah, it's a process. I don't know if I'll ever be done...but I'm lots better than I was. To those who say it takes half as long to get over someone as you were with them...I've got, what, 2 more years, then? ew. gads. I hope not.



Get out of bed, put on your shoes.
Make some coffee, turn on the news.
There's people dyin', cryin', singin' the blues
In every age of the centuries' span
Wise men try and understand
Why sorrow is forever the song of man

Hope lives in the hearts of men
Hatred creeps in now and then
Hate to tell ya kid, but it'll never end
Women cry as the men kill
Always have and always will
You know we're never gonna run out of blood to spill

Hearts break, hearts mend
Pick up the pieces, you get up again
And the sun comes up and the sun goes down
That's just the way the world goes 'round

Lions kill and rabbits run
Men make bread and butter and guns
Death comes around to visit everyone
Empires crumble and fall from the
Twin towers to the wailing wall
One thing remains, the terrible beauty of it all.

--Slaid Cleaves, "Hearts Break"