don't you just get tired of crying?

lip;stick you can cry and let out the pain but lipstick it does not change anything.I hope you divorced the son of a b&tch and did not let him do it again. look we a lot of us here havce in the past three years suffered hell on earth;.but in order to survive I learned to smile and to make friends here in this God forsaken retirement center as we were homeless as my son lost his job in 08 and we were evicted and he is in a gov.sponsored apt with three other men he still has only a part time job so we are still where we are. I dislike it b ut yet living o n the street for a lady 85 is not good so here i am .,no I will not cry again as that makes me feel horrid.I mylot and have friends here.I la ugh and smile and carry on.so now i am recoveringf from a terrible all that broke my nose and evidently has ruined my right knee, after two months I amn still having p ain.but I am a survivor and one day soon my son will get that good job and we will get an apartment.lipstick hope is the key. we must keep our hopes going

Hi Lipstick, I was a pretty naive kid too. I'm 54 now and I have to say, even though there was lots of learning lessons along the way...lots of heartbreaks, I have no regrets at all...none!! I actually, as naive as I was, never expected life to be without it's problems. I didn't completely ignore my parent's advise. Instead, I used to tell them, "Let me find out for myself. If I mess up, I'll deal with it." I messed up a lot and I dealt with it. They knew what they knew from living through all the trials and errors. I too, lived with an abusive husband, raised 4 kids on my own and a zillion other situations...I call it the scenic path. I could have played it safe and followed their advise. I could have lived at home, gone to college, got a nice paying career and married the guy of their dreams and avoided a ton of heartache. I also would have avoided the coolest memories and colorful friendships, fun times. I can't for the life of me remember the poet who compared the her life to a weaving....the dark threads were interwoven with the bright colorful ones to produce a beautiful pattern. The dark threads being the hard times. I can't articulate this well but the hard times that I hated at the time are exactly the times I'd never trade for the world now.

well i dont get tired of crying as a have had plenty of things to cry over the past few years. there are plenty of people who go through the same as we have so we are not alone.

Bearing our crosses are the price we pay for the life we have, yes, sometimes it gets rather tiresome and hopeless when you face too many problems but then would our success be sweet without the bitterness of failures?? Cry if you feel down, laugh if you are happy...life is passing, nothing not sorrow or happiness stay permanent in our life...all pass, so if your feeling down, know that it will pass too and look forward to the day that the Divine Power will grant you happiness again...

I am very sad for your situation. I know there are so many who have had to endure what you have described. I marvel at your courage and strength. Even you sharing this in public is to be admired. I hope things are getting better for you. I am a little older than you and have had my share of tears but not what you have been through. I hope you find some avenues of pleasure to give you a break from your troubles. God Bless.

Life can bea beautiful ting if u make it that way life always have more ups than downs if u luk at it cuz God doesn't put more on us than we can bare cuz the things that we go thru now is jes preparing us for the future gud tings