tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post4382397027150159351..comments2023-05-27T11:38:19.305-04:00Comments on <center>Boys Don't Like Funny Girls</center>: Black Rubber BallJennickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14586652218686179027noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-6184555221873133532009-08-25T06:57:56.464-04:002009-08-25T06:57:56.464-04:00Thank you, Angela.
I hope it gets easier for you ...Thank you, Angela.<br /><br />I hope it gets easier for you too, very soon.Jennickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586652218686179027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-34606161752875478942009-08-18T07:43:25.550-04:002009-08-18T07:43:25.550-04:00I wouldn't have married the man that I am leav...I wouldn't have married the man that I am leaving. I dont miss him now, but I think that at some point I will.<br /><br />I have read this post many times over the last few weeks, and felt that I finally needed to say thankyou for writing it. I am sure all will get easier.<br /><br />AngelaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-72744880179096859722009-05-26T20:51:16.244-04:002009-05-26T20:51:16.244-04:00Wow,just an incredible piece of writing. Painfully...Wow,just an incredible piece of writing. Painfully beautiful.Stephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614326327687523688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-57579618452498275942009-05-25T10:01:16.934-04:002009-05-25T10:01:16.934-04:00Makes me think of this short film: http://www.yout...Makes me think of this short film: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv-4FoKZrHEThe Kid In The Front Rowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284758898483746863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-2948435003496846392009-05-24T23:25:52.274-04:002009-05-24T23:25:52.274-04:00Chez: Thanks, love. Justin was very funny. I too w...Chez: Thanks, love. Justin was very funny. I too want to kick him in the balls most of the time.<br /><br />Love you too.<br /><br />Uamada: Thank you.<br /><br />Moko: It is like a death. I'm sorry you had to see her fall in love with someone else. That must've been hard. But look at you now--with a lovely missus who loves you very much!<br /><br />Anonymous: Exactly. Let us not become part of the walking wounded. Hope you are able to lose that black rubber ball too.<br /><br />Lerm: Thank you. And yes--it was oddly such a comforting and yummy smell.<br /><br />drej0: Thank you!<br /><br />DD: You are such a strong woman. It's very inspiring. I hope I can learn how to let go too.<br /><br />NowhereBob: Thank you. <br /><br />Yankeedog: Thank you. And yes, he was a decent guy sober. Maybe he can become that way again someday. I just couldn't wait around anymore to find out.<br /><br />Dr Yobbo: You're right. I must take up tennis again! I don't think we have squash here in the States.<br /><br />Abe: Thank you so much.<br /><br />Lou: Thank you Lou!<br /><br />Killjoyaphrodite: Thank you so much K. That really means a lot to me. *hug*<br /><br />Knifeboy: Thank you, very much!<br /><br />FH: *hugs* Thank you...<br /><br />Ysambart: Thank you. I feel like I've been sneezing glitter lately with the ups and downs of the weather!<br /><br />Birmo: Thank you so much...you all do make me smile, every day, and I so appreciate it. <br /><br />And wouldn't you know, I've been smiling all weekend. Maybe that ball is starting to fade away. <br /><br />Hopefully.<br /><br />GirlClumsy: Thank you, love!Jennickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586652218686179027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-53110470137661770492009-05-24T21:48:42.127-04:002009-05-24T21:48:42.127-04:00Wonderfully articulated, Jen.Wonderfully articulated, Jen.Girl Clumsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01056312179921746322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-34037646284460619352009-05-22T07:41:13.857-04:002009-05-22T07:41:13.857-04:00Oh Jen, if we could all take this sadness from you...Oh Jen, if we could all take this sadness from you we would. But we can't. We can only hope to make you smile every now and then, and hope that one day you smile enough that the sun is set before you even realise the small black ball is gone, dropped and lost forever somewhere far behind you.<br /><br />When that happens, don't go looking for it. Just kick on.Birmohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04881773501573409032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-26164158346874255362009-05-21T21:47:52.457-04:002009-05-21T21:47:52.457-04:00Top work, Tiger.
Also, I believe that your butter...Top work, Tiger.<br /><br />Also, I believe that your butterfly needs to lay off the glitter. When you are sneezing glitter & fireworks like that little guy, you need to lay off.Ysambarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360071758069381121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-36451875829682912752009-05-21T08:01:28.479-04:002009-05-21T08:01:28.479-04:00It goes away eventually, little one.
That you re...It goes away eventually, little one. <br /><br />That you remember so much of the good speaks well of you. The people for whom I fear are those who remember only the evil. Those folk, when they come to a new relationship, are delighted by the good they see in the new person, and they forget that the one before this was good too, at times.<br /><br />You haven't forgotten. <br /><br />When you meet the next one, you'll watch him carefully. And you will remember that Justin had his good points too... and you'll be more thoughtful, and more careful as a result. <br /><br />And the next one will be right, because of that.Flintharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17456024642528783549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-91368749510666454542009-05-20T19:52:28.633-04:002009-05-20T19:52:28.633-04:00It sounds like there is a lot to miss. I'm so sorr...It sounds like there is a lot to miss. I'm so sorry that things turned bad for you. From what I know of you, you deserve a hell of a lot better. hope you find better one day.Knifeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03075550380062775196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-34875448080402998192009-05-20T19:46:23.458-04:002009-05-20T19:46:23.458-04:00A tough read - not because of your beautiful writi...A tough read - not because of your beautiful writing, but because of the feelings it conveys. I feel for you Jen.<br /><br />One thing to remember - just as he isn't the same, neither are you. You have grown tremendously and I'm proud of you. The Jenny and Justin that you were are no more and that's a shame - but you are someone who doesn't want to close her eyes to what you truly are and you take problems head on, instead of drowning in the brief numbness alcohol can bring. You were and are too strong for him.<br /><br />Mourn the loss of the person Justin was just for a little while - then just feel sad for him, that he couldn't be strong enough for you and move on.Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16937848490023537617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-47453147970937309502009-05-20T17:40:10.023-04:002009-05-20T17:40:10.023-04:00Poignant post Jenn. Looking back without anger is ...Poignant post Jenn. Looking back without anger is a significant step forward. Here's trusting the black ball will get smaller and lighter as time goes on.Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14519427492100090401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-3921352238815965662009-05-20T17:26:33.548-04:002009-05-20T17:26:33.548-04:00PS You write beautifully, Jen.PS You write beautifully, Jen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-7033817065880459502009-05-20T07:32:32.479-04:002009-05-20T07:32:32.479-04:00Wow.
I'm with Uamada.Wow.<br /><br />I'm with Uamada.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-58748480390299555792009-05-20T07:10:30.702-04:002009-05-20T07:10:30.702-04:00What U said. I find hitting small black rubber bal...What U said. I find hitting small black rubber balls very hard very often with a squash racquet doesn't make them go away but it makes you feel better.Dr Yobbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10032085614743539793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-43129033021942755032009-05-20T06:37:39.528-04:002009-05-20T06:37:39.528-04:00Don't know what to say about this, other than well...Don't know what to say about this, other than well-written. It's a facet of relationships that gets lost at the end-the person we end with isn't the same one we started with.<br /><br />Obviously, alcohol played its part in the downfall of your marriage. Now I (and most of the people here) am probably good for a beer or the rare blowout. But I've not seen anything good ever come out of heavy and constant drinking. Sounds like your fellow Justin was a decent guy when sober. Bloody shame.yankeedoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00030949627569532413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-72833336606116599282009-05-20T04:19:21.082-04:002009-05-20T04:19:21.082-04:00Lovely description of grief Jen.
I've done my wor...Lovely description of grief Jen.<br /><br />I've done my worst verbal hurtin' reacting to a percieved wrong. My awareness of my undeserved venom curdles quickly into a shame that is easily confused with sullen petulance.NowhereBobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02519025059441170438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-82611920457496668692009-05-20T03:30:27.461-04:002009-05-20T03:30:27.461-04:00I learnt a long time ago, to let something from my...I learnt a long time ago, to let something from my past still hurt me years later is to let that pain still own me.<br />I learnt to move on out of survival, if I hadn't I wouldn't be here today. Once I let go of the bad memories, the pain, they stopped owning me. Controlling me. I took control back and found happiness again. I also feel and respect the happiness I have now on a far more profound level.<br />I hope and pray you find the way to taking ownship back again Jen.Domestic Dazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11367589992134982555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-88388400119710142922009-05-20T02:44:35.507-04:002009-05-20T02:44:35.507-04:00Awesome Jen!Awesome Jen!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-36696138396091504222009-05-20T02:18:41.181-04:002009-05-20T02:18:41.181-04:00"At work he smelled like cigarettes and bread..."At work he smelled like cigarettes and bread and BBQ sauce"<br /><br />I wanna meet a woman like that!<br /><br />& I hope that you can throw that ball away soon.LERMONTOVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14995215599478471912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-26141856305416745022009-05-20T01:58:21.289-04:002009-05-20T01:58:21.289-04:00I know this feeling too well
and who wants to join...I know this feeling too well<br />and who wants to join the walking wounded you see them clutching their champagne glasses a bitter slant to the mouth wondering why no one wants to talk to themAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-433752389474294032009-05-20T01:22:59.161-04:002009-05-20T01:22:59.161-04:00You're right, that's the hard part. My first big r...You're right, that's the hard part. My first big relationship went out in a bad way and it was easier to hate the person that hurt me than remember the person that loved me. It was like a death, but worse, they were still around and I saw her end up loving someone else. I had to leave that country. I never really got over it but I figured out how to deal with it and invest in me rather than their memory. Now it's all like some sorta familiar ghost that appears in my consciousness occasionally and then vanishes.<br /><br />Great post.Moko 2.0https://www.blogger.com/profile/08184138480876859503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-23732676688556005702009-05-20T00:31:01.321-04:002009-05-20T00:31:01.321-04:00i'm just putting this here to show i read it.... a...i'm just putting this here to show i read it.... any comment would not do this any justiceuamadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10584719007745691885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4140735597901633144.post-4710037939940163052009-05-20T00:27:11.358-04:002009-05-20T00:27:11.358-04:00This is really good, Jennypants, and I know it was...This is really good, Jennypants, and I know it was probably hard to write. It's easy to look back at someone and see all the wrongs and the mistakes and....well, the bad. It's much harder to remember the good times, why you fell in love with that person in the first place. Hell, oftentimes you don't really WANT to remember.<br /><br />I will admit that, the handful of times I was around him, I found Justin amusing and entertaining. That doesn't mean I want to kick him in the balls any less for hurting you :-), but I can admit that.<br /><br />Also, I love you bunches and am, as always, proud of how far you've come!Cheznoreply@blogger.com