I wrote an article not long ago about settling on a name for the personality disorder that we spend our time here talking about. I suggested using “sociopath” as a general term for exploitative people. Many of us have taken to shortening this term to “spath.”
Well, a Lovefraud reader “Justdreamin” informs us that “spath” is taken. She saw it on a flower pot, and sent us the photos.
It turns out that “spath” is a shortened version of “spathiphyllum,” which is the botanical name for the peace lilly, a common houseplant.
We might have to come up with a new name. If I were a beautiful peace lily, I wouldn’t want to share a name with the nasty predators.
lesson learned –
First of all, I cried reading your account of time spent with your loved ones. Now I KNOW you are going to be fine – and sooner than I thought! xxx
“I know I”m not your favorite blogger. I speak from my heart, albeit from my very open heart on my sleeve at times”years of oppression,I think..not sure I regret it or not now””
Not true. I am exactly the same – heart on sleeve, foot in mouth at times. I just landed here a little more healed than you girl. That’s all.
If you would like my email address, I would be honoured to correspond with you in (almost) REAL life. Regardless, take good care of you and yours baby, coz you are on the way BACK!
hens –
“I have a friend who has spent a small fortune on every hair growing snake remendy there is, ’ I am like “dude your bald, get over it already’ ”
Isn’t baldness a sign of a big dose of testorone? I would think that most men should be GLAD to be bald – it’s kinda like not having to prove anything…..LOL
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“unless they try to grow that six foot comb over and rap it around their heads like a turban”.. ”
EEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK Hens!!! LOL! You just reminded me of someone I knew years ago who would do just that – and when he was outside and the wind would blow, the combover would “wave” to everyone. It was so hard not to burst out laughing at him when that happened; hysterical stuff….if only they knew how SAD they look!
Oh – and Hens – the Supermoon was beautiful down under as well. I went to sleep with my bedroom curtains pulled open so that I could see it from my bed.
Hens, you had a date! Woohoo! We want details and we want them now! And he has snake tattoos? That’s my kind of guy.
Speaking of bald guys, I used to have a guy friend who was 64 and always wore a toupee. It didn’t look very natural, but no one wanted to hurt his feelings. Eventually he got a more natural looking one. But he had to wear it every day, even at the pool or when out biking. I couldn’t understand why not just be bald. When everyone knows it’s a toupee, what’s the point?
There is a site I stumbled upon the other day with pictures of the 10 worst this or that’s and they had the 10 worst comb overs and Donald Trump’s was one of them! LOL They had some that were AWESOME’LY funny (I just made up that word!) wish I could remember the link I’d put it here but it was totally pants-wetting funny.
Hens, I am NOT going to ask how you saw his tattoos or where they were! Glad you had a good time though.
The moon was cool, but was somewhat hazy/cloudy here so didn’t get a clear look at it. It won’t be quite as full tonight but maybe the view will be better tonight!
Aussie! You are so sweet thank you!
I emailed Donna to request your email addy. I’m not sure how this works, but I think if an email is is to be exchanged, don’t both have to request to Donna? Anyway….I appreciate your insights! You’ve helped me SO much!
Hens, I”M SO FRICKING HAPPY FOR YOU!
Peace!
way to go… hens!!!!!!!!
The Journey
by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations—
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Hens, Thats simply BEAUTIFUL.
Love,
GemXX
Wow Hens.
awesome. I will. One day. I hope.
Sky Darling, you already have.
Love,
gemXX