Great battering bodhrans! That makes two stupid boys (Mister-fed-up and Oliver-the-moron)!!! I'm really sorry you had to go through all that cr*p. Please allow me to add my arms to the group hug, my been-there heart to the pile, and my advice-you-didn't ask-for to the list. Do: Cry, laugh, sing, write, pamper yourself, stick with supportive people... basically, live well. Don't: Don't use grenades, uzis, serrated knives, rocks through windows, cars through doors, baseball bats through nasal cavities... basically, don't get yourself arrested. :^) The cathartic song that helped me most is George Gershwin's "But Not For Me": Old man sunshine, listen, you, Never tell me dreams come true.. Just try it and I'll start a riot. Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare Ever tell me he will care. I'm certain it's the final curtain. I never wanna hear From any cheer- -ful Pollyannas who tell me fate Supplies a mate; It's all bananas. They're writing songs of love, but not for me. A lucky star's above, but not for me. With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds of gray Than any Russian play could guarantee. I was a fool to fall and get this way. Heigh-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day. Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me. Finally, fuggeddabout that kiss-a-few-frogs, fish-in-the-sea stuff. Concentrate on mammals. SharonA P.S. Who the heck was Beatrice Fairfax, anyway???
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