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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Embracing The Rain
Embracing The Rain Since childhood, Cara Burgess had a keen eye for spotting details. She grew up on a farm 50 miles outside of London, where she would go on long walks with her mum, Beth. Her mum had moved from Australia to the UK in the sixties after she inherited a farm from a deceased distant relative. Beth’s family, sheep breeders who lived hundreds of kilometres away from other houses, endured the wilderness. When Beth’s mum, Sarah, went into labour four weeks before the due date, the Flying Doctors arrived on time but didn’t expect twins. The baby girl weighed 3.250 kg and screamed on arrival. Her little brother came 5 minutes later, strangled by his own umbilical cord. Her entire life, Beth carried the impossible burden to replace him. She sensed and battled her parents’ never-ending grief at having lost their only son. Leaving Australia with her newlywed husband twenty years later proved to be a relief, a fresh start to a bright future. But England’s winters revealed harsher than she had imagined. The old farmhouse, stable and fences needed constant repair. Problems mounted because money was tight and neighbours far away. Their only child grew up cheerful and sweet to counterbalance the parent’s daily fights. Their little girl never complained about boring potato dishes, feeding the chickens, or lacking friends. A simple decision to homeschool Cara. Isolation would protect her from long bus rides, being bullied, and later being taken away by social services.
By Britta Beneke5 years ago in Humans
The Soul Mate Connection
Back in 1994, I was coming off of a really unsuccessful marriage and all I wanted to do was turn my life around. My mom who at that time had already passed the age of 80 had been eager to return to her homeland Latvia. We also had the task of taking along my father’s urn so he could be reburied in his homeland in Ranka in a country cemetery not too far from where he was born and raised.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Humans
Searching for perfection
Walking aimlessly around became my daily ritual. Sex had been an obscenely important part of everything. During my marriage, a traditional position and a very rare occurrence was all I knew of sex. But I had strayed, I’d taken lovers who had shown me a cornucopia of pleasure, through positions, to relaxation, to the height of orgasm and beyond. It hadn't always been that way. In fact, I was the ugly duckling for the early years of being a grown up. In fact, I was the victim of the family from hell. Criticised constantly, I had been the fat brat, the ugly one and the drain on all the resources which were due only to the three piece family who had entrapped my father when he was at his lowest.
By Eveline Bright5 years ago in Humans
Whimsy
She wanted to be good, she really did but it was a struggle every minute of every day because she wanted to be satisfied constantly. She knew that it didn't make sense, all through her childhood she had been taught that affection was obsolete. Her parents rarely appeared more than friends residing in the same house. Her father paid the bills and then some. Her mother was able to purchase anything she wanted to, within reason. They weren't super rich but they didn't have to worry about pounds and pennies on a daily basis. Her father showed love to her and her mother regularly even effusively, her mother, however, only showed love to her own brother and mother. So given all that, she didn't understand her keenly developed sense of desire. It wasn't reliable though or predictable. Either she wanted, ached for passion, or she wanted nothing. When it was absent she collapsed down into herself, somewhat akin to a hedgehog defending itself she was spiky and cross with anyone who tried to get close.
By Eveline Bright5 years ago in Humans
Winter
Months had passed, and still, she felt the same about him. Why is it so good? Why does it feel this way? Different than I have ever felt with anyone else. Different than anything I have known before. Delightful, delicious, empowering. Attractive and undeniable...
By Dea Kronyka5 years ago in Humans
The Art Of Receiving A Compliment
In colour psychology, Pink represents unconditional love and kindness. It connects us to the feeling of being nurtured, comforted and loved from the inside out. Pink is a very feminine colour making us connect to our emotions and forces us to nurture the person within.
By Angela Dacey5 years ago in Humans
Autism in Love
I’m by no means an expert on relationships. I’m a 30 year old autistic woman living with her parents because living alone impacts her mental health. Here I have company even when I’m alone due to the two fluffy dogs that like to lay all over me during my workday.
By Aimée Shepherd5 years ago in Humans
