Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board
Voicelessness and Emotional Survival => Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board => Topic started by: Anonymous on January 30, 2004, 06:20:26 PM
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His loyalties were as fickle as shifting sand; when he was with Carol he loved her, or more correctly assumed she woudl love him and the same was true with Katherine. To some extent Harry believed that both women only existed in a real sense when he was with them. The rest of their life, though he had never put it into clear thoughts or words, was a grey area where he imagined them moving in slow motion, busy but not quite real, their whole life spent waiting for him to arrive and turn on the spotlight......He felt no real sense of pain, just a raw glow of indignation that he had decided to ignore, at elast temporarily. The nerve of the woman, but he had always suspected women were like that; all of them were unpredictable alley cats who could turn in an instant and bite the hand that fed them. Harry had developed a way of standing well back from his life, on top of a tall hill, and looking down on those who populated it with a kind of airy detachment.
from the novel Just Desserts by Sue Welfare
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Sorry,
don't get it..
Nic.
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Yes, I recognise him. And it's funny how my exNhusband's middle name is also Harry! I spent 25 years trying to get him to come down from his hilltop. I think you need to be married to a maleN to understand this Nic.
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OH! ok Karin,
Now I get it! *LOL*
Take it away....Karin,
I'd love to hear your story.
Nic :D
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Thanks Nic. I've been on the verge of posting my saga for a while. The paragraph made me feel sad for my exNhusband actually because he just didn't have the courage to join the world. He prefers to be 'safe' on his hilltop and not join in. It is a very debilitating disorder, and incredibly destructive.
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Lonely to be King. And someone said, "it's good to be the King?" Not always so.