tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651597853939605.post4924894388660400454..comments2023-03-22T04:53:17.055-04:00Comments on Isonomist: ConsIsonomisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453935939171338581noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651597853939605.post-35473931771590058982009-02-26T07:01:00.000-05:002009-02-26T07:01:00.000-05:00Perhaps that individual was attempting to express ...Perhaps that individual was attempting to express concern for you and not simply being judgemental. It's possible that he was merely stating what the scripture says. <BR/><BR/>Telling someone the truth is not always an insult.Jack Dallashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651597853939605.post-63355562302221327152009-02-12T14:11:00.000-05:002009-02-12T14:11:00.000-05:00You know, Iso, in the grand scheme it seems like J...You know, Iso, in the grand scheme it seems like Jesse and you ended up in a good place - that you'd gotten through the crap of his middle-school years and his dad's stuff.<BR/><BR/>I know you know that. But I also know the feeling of remembering, with vivid clarity, the moments when it was not "in a good place" and the pain of that. <BR/><BR/>I have places like that too. That if I go there it is visceral, and real. As if it's still happening. <BR/><BR/>What is it in us, in all humans, that memory is made of? That brings up those feelings (and the literal feeling) of pain in an almost more realistic way than the day that I'm living in right now?<BR/><BR/>And who in the world started the big lie that betrayal is something we can avoid (if we try hard enough, if we are good enough, etc)?Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05147416487171740144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651597853939605.post-27255755700428198082009-02-12T10:38:00.000-05:002009-02-12T10:38:00.000-05:00When I was in college, my Am Lit prof told us, you...When I was in college, my Am Lit prof told us, you can only be betrayed by those you love.<BR/>I thought he was being a cynical asshole. (which he was, but that doesn't mean he was wrong)Isonomisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09453935939171338581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651597853939605.post-29176249013301074382009-02-11T21:41:00.000-05:002009-02-11T21:41:00.000-05:00There's a special kind of hurt that can only be in...There's a special kind of hurt that can only be inflicted on and between those that once loved or trusted.<BR/><BR/>Six years ago my then 16 year old daughter told me not to come to her art show. She didn't want me to be there. Didn't want me to see her art, her creations. She had no place for someone like me.<BR/><BR/>She was living with her dad. It was horrible. I don't have to tell you.<BR/><BR/>Sick people do sick shit. And it hurts like hell.<BR/><BR/>As a mother I've gotten over more in the last 22 years than I ever thought I could even survive. I have no idea where the ability to survive and live with the hurt comes from. Maybe that's God. I don't know.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05147416487171740144noreply@blogger.com