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Why do I do this to myself?
When someone posts a link to a blog on The Nest and says in the post that it is sad, why do I insist on clicking on the blog and reading it until I am sitting her bawling? I know it is going to be sad, they post says that it is sad! I will never learn!
Re: Why do I do this to myself?
Awwwwww.....I do this too!
Post the link to the blog...lol...I wanna read it...
Plz?
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Click Me
Well, there have been many, but tonight's cry fest is a blog of a 23 year old widow whose husband, a Marine, was killed in combat. She is now raising her baby girl, who her husband never had the chance to meet, on her own, this blog is just heart breaking. You have been warned, now cry away.
http://alittlepinkinaworldofcamo.blogspot.com/
I seen this blog but never stopped to read it.
Gonna read it now!!
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He died in March, it is so sad to read her last happy post about her new baby, and then read this:
On Sunday 14 March, Cpl Jonathan Daniel Porto, my one and only soul mate, died while on operations in Helmand Province, Afghanistan when the vehicle he was in flipped over. On Monday 15 March, a CACO came to my house to notify me of the terrible news. I'm not even going to begin to describe my reaction at that. On Tuesday 16 March I went to Dover AFB to welcome my beloved husband home. It is not the way I had intended to welcome him home, I had planned that in a few more months he'd be walking off the bus, I'd be standing there with a 6-8 month old Ariana with our signs, smiling, waiting for him to enter our arms. I did not ever imagine I'd be watching an honor guard escort a metal box draped in an American flag off a jet. Never did I imagine that on Friday I would be heading to Florida to make funeral arrangements. This is not how it was supposed to happen. It is not fair. I am so angry, I'm hurt... I'm... I don't even know. I'm missing him. I miss him. I need him, I want him here with me, and my wishes will never, ever be met. I do know that he is here with me, just not the way that I desire. I do know that he has been with Ariana, I know that he has spoken to me and her both and I pray with everything that I am that he will continue to do so.
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That is so incredibly sad.
We do that to ourselves to put everything into perspective. It doesn't quite seem fair to read about her pain and in the next instant look at your own DH and be so grateful he is safe and sound.