Sex
Love
From: Jo Ann Schwartz
Date: Wed Mar 31, 2004 10:58 am
Subject: Love [was: sex]
--- Mike wrote:
The relationship that I had prior to my
wife, left me with no doubt that I didn't have a clue as to what
love was: We were all into this lucerfiric kind of love making
and poetry and music and incence and always telling each other
"I Love you" and I think I'm about to puke. It ended
in her attempting suicide and me saving her life on an intuitive
whim. And also began for me a three year abstenence from sex
(with another person).
Dear Mike,
I may have some comments on the rest of your
letter -- and the article Brad sent along which provoked it --
at a later time.
I did want to send along a comment on the
above though, especially the bit that goes, "and always
telling each other "I Love you" and I think I'm about
to puke." (Keeping in that last bit may be unfair, mayhap
it was remembering the music and the incense that makes you want
to puke -- you did mention once that you were into heavy metal
back in the day, neh? <G>)
Nonetheless, I fail to see the terrible-ness
of telling each other "I love you." You know, when
I was a mere babe-in-the-woods, all of 23 years old, my da' --
who was only a bit past the babe-in-the-woods stage himself at
just-turned-43 -- passed away quite suddenly, no warning at all.
And one of my biggest regrets turned out to be the realization
that I hadn't told him how much I loved him and how much he meant
to me (recently that is; not for months, maybe a year or so....
we were not an overly demonstative family). Well, we got on well
enough and he was only 43 and there was lots of time for that,
wasn't there? Only there wasn't.
At the time, I related this to a friend, who
tried to comfort me with the thought that of course my dad knew
I loved him, just as I knew he loved me. And I told him that
of course my da' knew that I loved him... but that didn't
mean that he didn't want to hear it! Or that I didn't need to
say it....
What this has meant in my own life is that
not a day goes by that my husband and children don't hear the
words "I love you." My close friends have to put up
with hearing it too -- or at least an avowal of what their friendship
means to me -- although on a somewhat less frequent basis. <G>
If that makes you want to puke... either leave
the room or use your hat. <wg>
Musing on what's Love got to do with it....
JoAnn
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From: Mike Helsher
Date: Wed Mar 31, 2004 4:02 pm
Subject: Re: [anthroposophy_tomorrow] Love [was: sex]
Hey JoAnn, you wrote:
<snip>
What this has meant in my own life is that
not a day goes by that my husband and children don't hear the
words "I love you." My close friends have to put up
with hearing it too -- or at least an avowal of what their friendship
means to me -- although on a somewhat less frequent basis. <G>
If that makes you want to puke... either
leave the room or use your hat. <wg>
Musing on what's Love got to do with it....
JoAnn
I tell my wife and kids I love them many times
during the day too. Thanks for the great reminder; gratitude
helps.
This is a semantical thing, but what the heck:
Back then when I told my girl friend that
I loved her, it was because I needed her.
Now a days I need my wife and kids *because*
I love them. Big difference.
Truth and Love
Mike
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