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She’s the one you call when you’re bored or sometimes when you and your significant other had a fight because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s the one you spend time with between buddies, before you find “The One”. You know the one who hangs around in the meantime.
She’s too laidback, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a Real Woman does. But she’s cool, nice, funny and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need an intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine.
You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won’t bother that you would text her sometimes just to say not to text you because you’re with your girlfriend. She’s just sooo cool…why can’t all women be like that? But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with.
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This is a genuine letter posted on a cyber-romance board. If you're having an affair with someone who is married or otherwise involved with someone else I urge you to read this letter, so you can have some idea of the pain you're causing.
Infidelity
Dear Husband,
I stopped loving you today and you have asked me why. You say that you have always given me the things that I needed, always been here for me and the kids, and always a good provider. You say that you love me, you say that you need me, and you just don't understand why I no longer love you.
Let me remind you about your on line love affair that has gone on for nearly a year. Let me remind you of all the lies that you have told me over these months. Let me remind you of the many, many, nights that I have went to bed alone, crying while you stayed up past midnight on line with her. Let me remind you how I continued to love you through all the pain that I felt. How I pleaded with you to stop this nonsense and love only me. How I continued to cater to your needs as a wife when you seem to want only me.
You would tell me that it was over, that you had told her goodbye. You would hold me in your arms, as you told me those lies. I would actually believe you. I would actually let my heart go of all the pain and believe that you were free of her. Then a few days would go by and you would be back on line with her.
One day I saw your emails and cards to her. I saw your phone bill to her. I heard the Instant Message sound and knew she was back. I read your words to her over and over. They are embedded in my heart forever. I wondered how you could lie to me that way, how you could hurt the one person that loved for all these years. I continued to try to love you as I had promised I would on our wedding day, till death do us part.
Well, my dear husband, you have caused my heart to die. There is nothing but an empty shell of what use to be a warm loving heart, that heart is now a cold, hard, empty shell. It can no longer love you and maybe it can no longer love anyone. You have killed all the trust, the love, and the respect I ever had for you because you cannot give up this on line love of yours.
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Note: The author, Eduardo Calasanz, was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time, was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo.
Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...)
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PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz
I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved.
But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage.
Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.
When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with eachother. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.
And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just
dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible.
How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can! create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.
Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.
This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.
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THE ESSENCE OF BEING SINGLE
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All your life, you had specific dreams about what your family life would be like when you finally married.
You were so intent on what you wanted, you even made a list of qualities and characteristics you were looking for in a spouse, in a home, in
your job, in your children.
But time passed, and that person you were so intent on didn't come along.
All of your friends married, had children, had beautiful homes. And still you were single.
You prayed and prayed and prayed for that person to come along, but nothing happened.
You had a good job.
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If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more carefully and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I would see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word so I can play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say, "I love you," instead of assuming, you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, Well, I'm sure you'll have so many more so I can just let this slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right.
There will always be another day to say our "I love you's," And certainly there's another chance to say "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and hope we never forget, Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or old alike, And today maybe the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So, if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For, "if tomorrow never comes," you'll surely regret the day That you didn't take the extra time for a smile, a hug or a kiss, And you were too busy to grant someone what turned out to be their one last wish.
So, hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, and tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold the dear.
Take time to say, "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay."
And "if tomorrow never comes," you'll have no regrets about today.
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