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Created on: May 05, 2010
He was a young boy when his parents split... He didn't understand the reasons, though perhaps in the back of his mind, he knew the events leading up to it. Was it something he had done? Was it his sister? Did his parents not love him, or was it something between them? A five your old's mind isn't prepared for something like that. How could he possibly cope with it? Years down the road he would understand, but at five years old, who could expect him to grasp it?
As the years passed, it became obvious to those looking outside in that something had happened to him as a result of the years gone by. He felt the need to be loved, at any cost. He'd give anything for the feeling, in fact. His high school relationships were fleeting, but he loved intensely. The girls he dated recognized his desire to be anything, do anything they wanted, as long as they would let him be with them. It wasn't really desperation to be in a relationship so much as it was a desire to let himself die for the others in his world. A desire to be made whole when everything else in life wasn't.
These troubles followed him into adulthood. affecting his life in different ways. His friends he held fiercely close, even when they betrayed him. Even those that only used him for their own ends, he kept in his life out of a desire to please all. He gave of himself until there was nothing left. After two shattered marriages and what felt like a lifetime of heartache, he had finally thrown in the towel. Why try to give of himself at all, when the world just seemed to be there to take advantage of him? He'd not try any longer to engender any lasting relationships. He could get by with just the love of his only son, and the connections with coworkers. He would live life just working and being a parent. Many did as much and were happy, right?
But suddenly from out of nowhere, on the horizon appeared an angel to rescue him. Beautiful and kind, she offered her love to him unconditionally. She shared in everything with him. They planned futures together, planned everything until everything seemed perfect. And then....
Stay tuned... The story is yet to be completed, but I'll let you know when it all happens...
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