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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies Her world was shattered in just minutes when he opened his mouth to speak. She had asked him to buy her a beautiful blouse she had seen on TV, and he said no. Shook his head. After a while, she said, "You really won't buy me that blouse?" .. He said, "No"... and then, he began to remind her of all of the things that he had done and was doing for her .. a halfway decent house to live in .. a halfway decent car to drive .. food .. and on and on. Hurt!. That's what hurt feels like. To feel like you have spent years and years with someone you think you know really well, and then .. you realize you never knew him at all. She wanted desperately to buy a lottery card that would give her enough that she could give back every cent he had spent on her "upkeep" for the last 20 years. All that spewed out of his mouth when all she asked for was a gift of love .. revealed that things were not as good in her home as she had thought they were. Lie down. No, sit up. No.. go to sleep even if you have to cry yourself to sleep. No. Won't do that !!! She'll never let him see her cry. It's over. That pure and special love and admiration she had always had for him just flew out of the burning fireplace in her heart. She still loved him, but that special .. special feeling was gone. He could never give that back to her. He had stomped it under his feet with nothing more than his tongue. He had made her feel like a thing ... just a thing. A possession ... like a dog ... just to be taken care of and reminded of its true worth by moving the plate a little out of place when food was put on the floor to eat .. and .. hold back on the water a little, because records were being kept in his head about money that was being spent. A matter of time. Just a matter of time. Time matters. So do matters of the heart. So do ... matters of the heart.