Life is strange. Is there a middle ground ANYWHERE? If so, I've yet to find it. Oh, I find it for a while, hold it in my hands, taste, touch,smell, and it seems within my reach, then, WHAM....all of a sudden, it's gone with the freaking wind.

I continue to search for answers in riddle filled relationships of the past and present. Either I am just flat out crazy as a betsy bug or everyone around me is NUCKING FUTS!

Why the heck can't people say what they mean and mean what they say? (Maybe that is a question someone should ask Dear Belle).

Why do people LOVE to play games with your life, mind, heart and emotions? Is it a power and control thing.....You know, someone that has no power or control over their own selves or life, it makes them appear to be powerful and in control to play with other people.....Do they sit back and enjoy the chaos and turmoil they bring into the lives of others...? Do they relax and pat themselves on the back:

LOOK AT ME....LOOK HOW IMPORTANT I AM....LOOK WHAT I HAVE DONE....LOOK WHAT I HAVE CAUSED....LOOK....LOOK.....LOOK....

LOOK HOW SPECIAL I AM.....LOOK....I'VE TURNED THIS PERSON'S WORLD UPSIDE DOWN.....

LOOK....I'VE MADE THEM ANGRY.....

LOOK....I'VE MADE THEM SAD

LOOK...I'VE MADE THEM GIVE UP

LOOK...LOOK....LOOK.......

They say, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

I say, don't let anyone define who you are!

Just because someone treats you like trash, doen't make you trash.

Be a treasure to yourself first and it won't take long for another person to come along and see a treasure as well.

Loving me wasn't the tragedy.

Losing me, THAT was the tragedy.

Later Ya'll...^Belle^

BUT THE NIGHTS ALONE, GREW COLDER, THAN I EVER THOUGHT THEY'D BE AND I SPEND EVERY HOUR SEARCHING, FOR WHAT YOU TOOK OUT OF ME.-TRAVIS TRITT

YOU SPENT ME UP LIKE MONEY, THEN YOU HUNG ME OUT TO DRY.-AEROSMITH.

With each minute that passes, it gets easier.

As one day passes into another, the picture of reality grows clearer in my mind.

More and more, I see things as they really are and not as I want them to be.

The COLD,HARD,TRUTH,knocks me to the ground.

The sweet lies I've spun for myself have me caught in their web.

I have been tangled up in them for so long, but at last, I am breaking free....Taking tiny baby steps into moving on, closing doors and cutting ties.

Every second, minute, hour and day I am growing stronger.

The mouth will lie. It will utter pretty words and phrases. Promises, vows and oaths will be spoken, and my heart wants so badly to believe, but, actions betray the words and label the speaker a liar.

The words are empty. Without actions, they mean nothing and ring hollow in my ears.

True love, like true need, will not be denied. It burns deeply inside of your soul, refusing to be turned off, refusing to slip into nothing and die.

It will not tolerate being left idle. It will fight and struggle against all odds to live and survive.

Sweet lies are only sweet for so long.

Actions will reveal the bitter truth.

And, it has.

Sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has.
~ From the movie Dolores Claiborne



Later Ya'll...^Belle^

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.-Psalm 91:4

We all, at one time or another need a place to be and feel safe and loved.

The visual image in the above scripture is so comforting to me.

It is easy, very easy to get lost or swept away when tossed overboard into a deep,dark ocean.

Mama K always said to look for the light. Go toward the light. A real light, like real love will never fade, it will not leave nor forsake you.

As I ponder questions about my future, the only answer is very clear.

Enjoy the one and only, Elvis Presley singing, Where Could I Go.

Later Ya'll...^Belle^

There comes a moment when you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are heading the wrong way down a dead end road.

Sometimes you don't care. You think if you hang in there long enough, believe long enough and try hard enough, the dead end road will suddenly turn into a highway.

Rarely is that the case. Some people turn around, resolving to find another route. Others stand at the dead end,mourning for all they have invested and lost along the way.

For everyone that has ever been on a dead end road, and ever wondered, what might have been....Here is a tune by Little Texas.

"EVERY EXIT IS AN ENTRANCE TO SOMEWHERE ELSE"-TOM STOPPARD

Later Ya'll...^Belle^

Later Y'ALL...^Belle^