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Good stuff. Please enjoy alcohol responsibly during the holidays!

The issue lies here: I can endure anything if I am the one being targeted. No one who doesn't matter to me can hurt me, as their opinions hold no weight. However, using lies and malicious fabrications to tarnish the memories of those I love carries a different and troubling significance.

I usually only drink a can of beer once a month, so I found it surprising that someone suggested alcohol as a remedy for anything. I was hoping that Hennessy would be special, but it didn't help me sleep at all. I stayed awake until 1 AM and then woke up at 3:30 AM with a headache. I'm still awake now, but I'm feeling really groggy.

During a time of death many without Faith or weak Faith stick their heads in a bottle of booze to hide and stay in denial.
It only makes the depression worse since alcohol is a depressant.
I have found that sincere prayer works the best.

Darling, I am playing with da langidge. hahaha


Exactly. That is why your remark above was useless. Ha!!!


No, darling, I don`t, coz it was you who provoked the whole brawl by mocking the two beheaded women. When Paulina asked you what if one of them had been your daughter, you started a furious exchange with her and then I joined in and told you a few nasty things. I didn`t abuse your daughter but you. Ha!!!

Your whole behaviour later on, especially your lousy denials and silly accusations, proved you are nikczemnik and I was close to the truth when I suggested you were a toxic husband and father.

I say prayers for all the dead whom I once met or knew in life. I also do it for her though I didn`t meet her personally, only saw photos of her which you posted on another site years ago.

Ptak started it. Take this ratso squealing to him. :):):)


Yes, Ptak, America made you so. All Polish males who emigrate from Poland to America go nuts after a longer stay and turn into immoral monsters. You and Novi are the best examples. Tfu!
That is why I returned to Poland to preserve my decency. Ha! I still keep most of it.

Rich, I reread my post #685, and now I understand the confusion. My fault. It sounded like a cry for help, like life and death. It was late. By that time, I was in bed reading a few chapters of the book, but for some reason, I was on the edge. Instead of staying in bed, I turned on the computer, but no one was up except you.So I turned to you for help, in other words I was asking for more posts from you at the strange time of night. I know the tragic loss of the love of my life will stay with me forever, but the worst is over. My nagging you had you in mind more than myself. What I was trying to convey is that manipulators mean-spirited whiches, some dumb and demanding, for sure, crazy feminists. You were right about that, but Rich, the crazy bunch, is not a representing majority of women. I say the hell with the distractors, like Pawian the snake, who just got down from the Baobab tree spaying from behind the elephant's back leg, not aware that the elephant is about to take a dump. Yeah, I will tell the story of a remarkable woman soon.

Yes, she was. Remarkable and independent. The one who decided to go after her dreams and make them true. The woman of and for our times. Let her soul be blessed in Heaven.

Don`t worry, it is normal. I also experience it, as well as my family or colleagues. We often find out that we are similarly troubled on the same nights.

morons like pawian with their 'shiny' mentality and inferiority complex.

Another forumer in whose head I live rent free............. :):):)


No, mister nationalist, you are completely wrong. It is a completely opposite complex after contacting you!!!!! hahahaha

Is that something that eaten your brain -- nutter bacteria?

Are you sure it is not your 'heavy' humor?

You haven't lost her Ptak. She's still there. She's watching over you. Do you talk to her? Next time you feel bad in the small hours, just talk to her. She's there. She hears you. She's helping you all the time. If it wasn't for her help, you'd be feeling a thousand times worse than you do! It's very hard to be separated from those you love but it's temporary. You will be together again and happier than ever. God bless you.

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Christmas is the worst time for those who have lost loved ones.

Were you invited into the conversation ?

Lovely and that is how the fight started

Most seven year olds claim that

The only one that you have convinced of that is yourself.

My dear Atch!

I always knew there was something special about you. You are speaking with her sweet, reassuring voice, like a gentle hand touching my soul. In the moment, I will explain why. Your post, almost word for word, repeated her last words from beyond.
She was beautiful, full of life, an example of vigor and health when the great thief of happiness, The Grimm Reaper, sunk his claws into her. She remained serene
, strong and loving, even though knowing we were on borrowed time, and here we come to the essence of our exchange of messages.
We always used creative ways to exchange birthday gifts. She bravely looked into my eyes and said, my dearest, this will be our last birthday celebration,
If I am no longer physically with you, open the gift on your birthday and celebrate our love.
The epilogue of the story in the next post, don't want to make my confession too long and boring

On a beautiful, sunny day in the beginning of May, she released her firm grip on my hand, her heart stop beating, and she was gone
A month later, I opened the birthday gift in a square transparent crystal with an engraved message.
Dear Atch!
I never left you

I watch you every day
I am always very near. Iknow deep
In your heart, you realize am here
I watch you while you sleep in your bed
Alone, on your own
You can not understand the reason why I have gone
But I will never leave you am there to keep you strong
Talk to me I hear you talk to me I hear you
Though you may not see we share an unbroken bond
That will always be, death won't keep us apart
For our love is forever, just remember me in your heart
And one day, we will be together
Live your life and live full
Don't waste a single day remember I am always with you
Every step of the way.

So, my dear Atch, do you connect with her in some mysterious way?

I have already met one so I know what "a remarkable woman" is like so I will be happy to read about yours.

Are you sure you want to do it publicly?

Perhaps! Anything is possible in these matters.

Now this I know to be true. Here is a story of my own. My husband got up to go to the bathroom one night. He never switches on the light at night so as no to disturb me. So anyway, as he came back into the room he saw the figure of a man sitting on the bed looking down at me. As he watched, the figure rose, walked round the end of the bed and disappeared. My husband had a strong sense that it was my grandfather, to whom I was very close in life. He died when I was fourteen. My mother saw him a couple of times over the years including one night when she woke up and as she was contemplating going for a glass of water she realised that he was standing by the window.

Without a doubt she's with you. And with those beautiful words she left you, you are blessed. She really does sound like a wonderful person, very special and loving.

May I suggest Ptak, that next time you can't sleep, just get up and do something, even something mundane like tidying out a cupboard. It's better to occupy yourself than to lie there.

I feel much better already. I am sorry for the mistake I made in the post to Atch
I should have said:
Dear Atch:
Here is the text of the engraving in the crystal:

I never left you.....

I made it sound like I was speaking to Atch, sorry.

No, it was quite clear Ptak. Don't worry :)

Quoting:
While sadness itself cannot directly kill you, extreme emotional distress, often referred to as "broken heart syndrome" or takotsubo cardiomyopathy, can lead to a temporary heart condition that, in rare cases, could be fatal, essentially allowing someone to "die of sadness.".

While my wife was fighting cancer in 2020 and 2021, I shed more tears in those years than the first 70 so I can relate to your situation. When she was declared cancer-free, the fear of this crap coming back took over. Between Sertraline, this forum, and my never ending search for a yellow Corvette, things stabilized at a sustainable level.

Please do not treat the above as my advice for you. I am not qualified to do that...Just looking back ...

Oh Novi, what will we do with you .... I presume those are meant to be words of comfort. I know you mean well but you're such an unrelenting misery guts. You can find the cloud in every silver lining!

Japanese vessel for catching octopuses. An interesting description of a diseased heart.

I am not gay.

My mission is to warn, not comfort. That's where you come in...

My grandma died one day, and then I had a lot of work to do during the next few days as we prepared for the funeral.

Super tired, one day, I went to sleep in her bed in her bedroom. The same bedroom where I slept with her when I was a kid.

I got woken up by something beating at the window. It was a little red bird, the type of which I had never seen there in all my years growing up.

I opened the window, and tried to shoo it away. It flew around for a bit then came back, and parked itself on the window sill.

My hair was standing up on my neck, and I felt like something very odd was going on. A person that I was seeing at the time said it was her, coming around to wish me goodbye.

It's very hard to shake something like that.

Neither do I, but here it is, attempting to advise. She was 36 years old at the time, and it was her birthday. Teasingly, I said, postpone your morning bath because I am using the bathtub at the moment."What for she, she wondered? Come and take a look, the tub was filled with 36 long-stem roses, one for every year of her life
The look on her face told me all. Excited like a young grill,she spent hours on the phone calling her friends, invading them to view the floating garden. So Rich, even though I estimate your lovely wife is approaching her eighties, and duplicating my surprise birthday celebration will cost you some bucks, believe me, it will be worth it.

I don't do birthdays or Valentine's. Last time I bought her roses was for no special reason other than I felt the urge. Another time because I was an azhole...

Heeee Johnny, Long nose, pencil neck Pinokio has no idea what
the meaning of the word invitation is ,like a snow plow into a snow drift, leading by the nose he is in, in no time:::)))


With a disregard for the truth and the chronic forgetfulness, any fabrication is possible.

Selective memory at work again , embezzlement, fear of prison time, greed , lock of self-discipline, to work for your goals in life, were leading reasons for running from authorities in the USA, plus myriad other reasons.Jak mądre polskie przysłowie głosi:"odrosły strupy od dupy" i co za tym idzie, nigdy nie kończący się nawał krytycznych uwag dotyczących Ameryki

And what use is warning people 'cheer up or you'll die'? And your other pearl of wisdom is 'dose yourself with meds'. You're not exactly a great advertisement for anti-depressants. You're still a self-absorbed misery, seasoned with rage and OCD. The stuff you're taking is supposed to be good for OCD so check and make sure they're not giving you a placebo :))

I don't just comfort people btw. I warned you that you'll end up with dementia if you don't stop your nonsense and you went ballistic. You don't take too well to being warned yourself, do you.