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To: ConservativeMind

It is my very favorite Christmas movie, and maybe my all-time favorite movie, too. I have been called a modern day Mary Bailey by one of my closest friends, and I take that as a huge compliment.

I married my college sweetheart that I met our freshman year. A ew years after we graduated college, we married. Our first Christmas together I was ending my first trimester of pregnancy with our son. He was unexpected but we did what we could to be ready for him. We both worked so hard to make a good life for him and for each other.

My husband is the apple of my eye, always has been from the minute I met him. So our story is something like George and Mary’s without all the drama of the bank examiner and Clarence. We know we are incredibly blessed. We have been through a lot of tough times together, and we know we will always have each other’s back. That’s just how it is, and how it’s supposed to be.

RIP to Virginia Patton. May her family and friends be consoled.


21 posted on 08/21/2022 7:41:15 PM PDT by FamiliarFace (I wish “smart resume” would work for the real world so I could FF through the Burden admin BS.)
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To: FamiliarFace

You made me cry. I am rough and tough seen a squatch, shoot guns etc. I’m on my third wife, she don’t love me like that.


30 posted on 08/21/2022 7:54:36 PM PDT by waterhill (Resist)
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To: FamiliarFace

My life is a constant nightmare. I realize that life is a constant series of disappointments, crushing defeats, petty revenges, upheavals and routs, loathed outcomes manifested, horrifying choices, antagonism and misery, lonely torment, anxiety and despair, a despondent sorrow that cannot break. Life is the darkness that only death itself can quench. The pain of existing outweighs the anguish of angst-ridden desolation in all ways.

It is pointless to exist. The insufferable ennui of the drudgery of simple existance destroys, like a cancer in my heart, the shallow vanity of life. All that I ever do, all that I ever think, speak, or see: my life, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my emotions, they all have no meaning, or effect, or hope, whatsoever. A lifetime of f***ing things up — no more important than if I had succeeded in all my efforts — both without meaning and without purpose. The wisps and cobwebs of this temporary reality have falsely proclaimed themselves as real, and in it’s doing, destroyed all they touched.


36 posted on 08/21/2022 8:13:39 PM PDT by Lazamataz (The firearms I own today, are the firearms I will die with. How I die will be up to them.)
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To: FamiliarFace

Other than that, I’m great!


37 posted on 08/21/2022 8:14:01 PM PDT by Lazamataz (The firearms I own today, are the firearms I will die with. How I die will be up to them.)
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