REAL FRIEND TEST

REAL FRIEND TEST

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your
refrigerator and helps himself (and doesn’t feel even the least bit weird
shutting your ‘beer/Pepsi drawer’ with her foot!)

A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy
from your tears..

A simple friend doesn’t know your parents’ first names. A real friend has
their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes
early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after they’ve gone to bed. A real
friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend
seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could
blackmail you with it.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A
real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend
expects to always be there for you!

– Author Unknown

from www.emailministry.org

I am special

Special Two
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I am on my fourth marriage, and I’m only 38.

You can only imagine the looks that I get from certain people when I tell them that. I am a very open person. I have nothing to hide, and actually to be open that way makes me feel like a better person. I always dreamed about getting married, having kids, and living happily ever after.

It seems like I was always in a relationship. I never really dated. I got
married to a wonderful man (so I thought) a month after my twenty-first
birthday. I loved him with my whole heart and took my marriage vows seriously. He treated me like a queen until we got married. This happened with my other marriages too (except for this marriage). I went through mental abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse. You name it, I was going through it.

My past three marriages when added together don’t even total ten years. I
always prayed to God and asked him to send my way the kind of man I wanted. For a long time I was wondering what was wrong with me. Why can’t I keep a man? I guess I was my own worst critic for some time.

Well, after many failed marriages I tried dating. It started off on the same
note as usual, but then I met an interesting man. He too already had kids. All
three were teens, and I now have a six-year-old girl from my last marriage. I started dating him, then called it off because he scared me.

We were out slow dancing one night and he told me “one day you will be mine. ” Well, that was a control issue and I wasn’t going back into that. I am married to that guy now. Thankfully things worked out and God kept him for me.I guess my husband was right that night. We got married last May and God answered my prayer. I couldn’t ask for a better man.

He respects me, treats me like a queen, would never raise his hand to me, and always lifts me up when I can be so negative about myself. He tells me every day that he is the luckiest man around to be married to such a loving and beautiful wife. So now I know every day that I am special too and always will be in his eyes.

~A MountainWings Original by Jody Young, Holland, MI~

A comment on the issue “I Am Special”
http://www.mountainwings.com/past/8002.htm

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus

The ideas linger. The thoughts are driving me crazy. I’m feeling guilty.

I went to bed thinking my BF is a Martian. No, he is The King of the Martians. (This is why you should not read this, babe. I’m just getting started ;p).

Martians, like Marvin, have got scrubs on their heads as helmets. They sound funny. Their fashion sense are terrible. This one wears a tutu. He has behavior problems and maybe, drinking problems, too.

Yeah, maybe men are from Mars. Just look at all the other men around you. They are not like the gorgeous Spartan men of 300 (I will blog about that movie. I don’t like men with bread buns). I’d love to have a Martian then if they are like the Spartan men. If you have seen the movie, those men love their women. They respect them and treat them well.

Spartans treat their women nowhere near how and what that book profess, I think (Stop thinking!). I was very much disappointed that Rebuttal from Uranus was written by a somehow-not-so informed-or-educated woman. A conclusion my BF came up with since I could not tell him about who wrote it. Well, my bad, so I searched for her and still did not read about Susan Hamson. All I needed to know is there on the first site.

I was agreeing with her until I saw her picture. Her ideas are great and maybe true. She asked questions and checked. That should be enough. Somehow, MAYBE, I am shallow and stupid. Looks should never matter (really?). Experience is all there is (really?). There must be some other books and researches or even articles or anything (I like this one) about men and women.

I need to let it go. I need to read about it. I need the truth (or the reality) to set me free ;p. I know I have tendencies to like the worst of the worst. It’s all a matter of perspective and capacity.

Men and women are really different and there are social norms and gender roles were my bedtime thoughts. My BF was preparing dinner and I was surfing the net while we were discussing all these. He just got back from work and came home with FOUR bags of grocery.

That alone should have been enough to convince me that men and women are different but not from Mars or Venus or not even from Uranus. The King of the Martians is not anywhere near the Venus fly trap. It did not.

We had dinner and watched the Simpsons (Homer is a Martian). Perfect!!! Fan the fire!!!

I woke up this morning still not happy about it.

Do men not need love and affection? Do men not want to hear “I love you’s”? Do men not like to talk or even have small talks? Do men just go to work, come home, forget about their girls and are not interested to know what happened to them? What’s the point of having someone then? Isn’t having a dog more than enough? What the hell are we gonna do when we’re old and retarded if we can’t talk?

I refuse to believe that men want and need different things. I think women are just more than men. Men are not that simple (They are not!!!). Women are just a bit more complicated (Fine, hormones and all those other things that affect them everyday). Their basic needs and wants are the same; respect, love, affection, communication, etc., etc..

I guess, there’s no way I could prove that women and men are the same. I have to understand and accept men are indeed from Mars and should be treated that way. That’s reality and the truth. The book is so right and I should get off this guilt trip bus. I’m on my bloody vacation!!!

Yup, I’m not the biggest bitch after all.

I’m just from Venus ;p