tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795115685562580355.post6666933574342752450..comments2011-02-10T21:12:37.456-07:00Comments on ~* life goes on *~: blockedbribirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00123010710970861991noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795115685562580355.post-64979215301786852652011-02-01T19:57:54.414-07:002011-02-01T19:57:54.414-07:00Hey, Brit - this is actually your mom. I know how...Hey, Brit - this is actually your mom. I know how much it hurts to long for that special someone who makes you feel loved. I know how hard it is for you to be trying your guts out surrounded by people who are oblivious to your pain, and to put on a fake smile on your face and pretend that you don't cry yourself to sleep. I know that hurt all too well. Unfortunately, it's part of life. And its painful and its so hard. Don't think that your parents are oblivious to your hurt. Just because we don't talk about it all the time doesn't mean we don't understand. The heart is a complicated thing. Telling yourself not to love someone doesn't work. The heart wants what the heart wants. You are going through something really hard, but when you know it is right, you have to do it anyway. That IS mature, Brittany. Maturity is making decisions that right but are really hard and that are difficult to get through for a long long time. Some of those decisions might take years - or last a lifetime. I know everything isn't OK and that your heart breaks and longs for the feeling of "home" with him. But in the long run, that isn't enough to make an entire lifetime. The pain you feel now in letting the problems that need to be worked out be accomplished is NOTHING compared to making premature decisions and having regrets at not doing what you know was right because you were lonely. I'm not sure that's making sense - but I just want you to know that you are not alone. I understand - and I AM proud of you. Courage, maturity, and strength is not measured in doing hard things without difficulty or pain - it is measured in doing them despite the pain and tears. I'm proud of you. I love you. - MomSteffany Laurelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08846235073469823558noreply@blogger.com