tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post9169858768382597621..comments2023-11-13T15:58:31.220-08:00Comments on HOLLYE DEXTER: The Truth WhispererHollye Dexterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10184998678584429429noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-30093952148956540802010-08-13T19:55:46.180-07:002010-08-13T19:55:46.180-07:00WOW!!! Motherfucking WOW!!! I am ALL of you...and...WOW!!! Motherfucking WOW!!! I am ALL of you...and proud to be one of YOU...<br />loyal truthful friends of Hollye Dexter...that would be LTFHD<br />xox LindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-43365915785147810142010-08-09T21:21:41.656-07:002010-08-09T21:21:41.656-07:00I really did the truther today when I told my boyf...I really did the truther today when I told my boyfriend (on and off for 10 years) I wanted to date others. I have been not getting my needs met for a longtime and finally just decided I was worth more than he was able to give. He loves me the best way he can but not nearly close to my needs which are very low as it came to him. They are rising!!!!!!!!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-27794349085366012212010-08-08T17:45:22.142-07:002010-08-08T17:45:22.142-07:00Welcome to the club Gail!
And Kristine I loved yo...Welcome to the club Gail! <br />And Kristine I loved your blog today!<br />At least we can all hold each others hands through the dark and scary stuff, and know that none of us is trudging through it alone.<br />love,<br />HollyeHollye Dexterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10184998678584429429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-35296319128896345972010-08-08T13:13:49.749-07:002010-08-08T13:13:49.749-07:00I am 57, divorced for too long to remember, and wi...I am 57, divorced for too long to remember, and with no children. I work from home, which I love. I've become much too isolated from the rest of the world, which I hate. I internalize too much for my own good, and speak up too little. I fear no one will remember me when I'm gone. I miss my mother terribly, and feel guilty that I don't miss my father enough. I'm terrified of ending up alone and penniless. I drink too much bad coffee, too little good wine, and definitely not enough water. I write to keep myself sane. I'd give the world for a vacation, and someone with whom to spend it. And I pray, hope against hope, for Publishers' Clearinghouse to pull my number while I'm still able to enjoy the benefits.Gail McConnonhttp://celebrateaging.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-56399908897702351002010-08-08T12:05:05.029-07:002010-08-08T12:05:05.029-07:00love the truth...even the hard stuff...you speak i...love the truth...even the hard stuff...you speak it and you can literally feel your soul grow.<br />I'm 57...love my work but afraid that I'll be exposed as a fraud, I drink too much coffee, i hate exercise and spend too much time jiggling the chubby tire around my middle; I complain and do little about it, I love shopping at the goodwill and then telling anyone who will listen how much it cost, I would lie, cheat and steal for chocolate and it is hard for me to ask for what I need....there, I said it!kristinehttp://www.themattersthatmatter.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-22088963369014489742010-08-08T11:32:35.635-07:002010-08-08T11:32:35.635-07:00Yes! Starting a truth revolution- or a "truth...Yes! Starting a truth revolution- or a "trutholution". Bring it on, get it out! Come on everybody!!!<br />xo- HollyeHollye Dexterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10184998678584429429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-88388410816149892852010-08-08T11:14:38.539-07:002010-08-08T11:14:38.539-07:00I too doubt myself as a parent, often thinking I m...I too doubt myself as a parent, often thinking I missed the chance to instill something in my child. Is it too late? I don't know, but I try to do my best. The scary part about aging is that we often can't do what we used to, or are slower at it or not as good. All we can do is keep trying, take care of ourselves as best we can. Some days start off like a big "downer" and sometimes out of nowhere comes something good that makes you think... "I'm glad I didn't give up on this day"... bassmomma ....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-47939883789090829962010-08-08T11:08:06.530-07:002010-08-08T11:08:06.530-07:00I am almost 62. I have always been a truther and l...I am almost 62. I have always been a truther and love that about me. I wear everything on my sleeve. What I think is out my mouth sometimes not good. I interrupt a lot-some complain. From around 40 I started taking anti-depressives and my hopelessness disappear. I will never stop taking them. I read People Magazine and love it cover to cover. For a few years I smoked one cigarette a day and loved it. But then it was 2 and I stopped. I have good willpower excepting for eating sweets which almost got me diabetes a year or so ago. I still eat them with way more moderation. I would like to have a partner who would let me live my life and love me just the same. I could go on and on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488757155668840939.post-25108406434691082632010-08-08T10:49:50.032-07:002010-08-08T10:49:50.032-07:00Okay: I am 47. I don't doubt myself as a paren...Okay: I am 47. I don't doubt myself as a parent and worry that I ought to. My need for success often trumps my being able to appreciate the here and now. I am scared I'll leave no creative legacy and I don't really understand why that's so important to me. I am not easily hurt, but when I am, it cuts deep and takes forever to heal. I am still naive at 47. I am not as smart as I think I am. And anxiety is my nemesis.<br /><br />Phew. Not so easy. But, yes, the water is warm thanks to you!Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10020502430509158737noreply@blogger.com