Comments on: On time? Or too late? http://onbecomingaman.com/2009/07/on-time-or-too-late/ Father's Journey to Find the Missing Manual On Becoming a Man Tue, 23 Mar 2010 16:14:27 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.1 hourly 1 By: admin http://onbecomingaman.com/2009/07/on-time-or-too-late/comment-page-1/#comment-44 admin Thu, 16 Jul 2009 06:01:06 +0000 http://onbecomingaman.com/?p=152#comment-44 I always look forward to reading your words. It seems like we have grown so much in a year. Or rather, it is obvious that we have grown so much in this past year. To look back at precious posts and comments just brings it all to light. Words fail me. To our growth, *chingos indeed I always look forward to reading your words.

It seems like we have grown so much in a year. Or rather, it is obvious that we have grown so much in this past year. To look back at precious posts and comments just brings it all to light.

Words fail me.

To our growth,
*chingos indeed

]]> By: Blanca http://onbecomingaman.com/2009/07/on-time-or-too-late/comment-page-1/#comment-43 Blanca Wed, 15 Jul 2009 20:16:37 +0000 http://onbecomingaman.com/?p=152#comment-43 It has been a year since I first made a comment to your blog. I have been following your blog and have seen you become a better man almost before my eyes. Since my first comment there has been many changes in my life, I have since divorced, (guess I figured out how much crap was too much crap) and I have found myself and am learning to love myself. My kids are my life, and when my oldest said "When daddy isn't here, I like the way you smile at me" I knew that I had made a good decision. It wasn't fair to them that I was just going through the motions. They now have their dad more involved in their life. They see their mom happy because of them, and not just faking for them. I still count my blessings and one main blessing is the love and support I had from my family and friends. My best friend, did everything in his power to make me look in the mirror and see the person others were seeing. It took a while, but I can now look in the mirror and smile at myself. I do not hate my past, I learned from it. It made me into the person I am today. I believe people come into my life for a reason. I also believe that if you really truly love a person, you never stop loving. I am not in love with my ex husband, but I do love him, even if he doesn't think it can be possible. I know my heart and I know my gut. I follow my gut and my heart always does as it pleases. My heart will always hold a place for the people I love, with or without their consent. I always hold on to my loved ones every word, and I do not fear my memory failing...because just like you said that the body never forgets, I know that my heart will never let me forget. *chingos, Blanca It has been a year since I first made a comment to your blog. I have been following your blog and have seen you become a better man almost before my eyes. Since my first comment there has been many changes in my life, I have since divorced, (guess I figured out how much crap was too much crap) and I have found myself and am learning to love myself. My kids are my life, and when my oldest said “When daddy isn’t here, I like the way you smile at me” I knew that I had made a good decision. It wasn’t fair to them that I was just going through the motions. They now have their dad more involved in their life. They see their mom happy because of them, and not just faking for them. I still count my blessings and one main blessing is the love and support I had from my family and friends. My best friend, did everything in his power to make me look in the mirror and see the person others were seeing. It took a while, but I can now look in the mirror and smile at myself. I do not hate my past, I learned from it. It made me into the person I am today. I believe people come into my life for a reason. I also believe that if you really truly love a person, you never stop loving. I am not in love with my ex husband, but I do love him, even if he doesn’t think it can be possible. I know my heart and I know my gut. I follow my gut and my heart always does as it pleases. My heart will always hold a place for the people I love, with or without their consent. I always hold on to my loved ones every word, and I do not fear my memory failing…because just like you said that the body never forgets, I know that my heart will never let me forget.
*chingos,
Blanca

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