For me, it's not as though I simply hide the emotions or sublimate them. They are simply so intense inside me that they exhaust me when fully expressed. I never feel empowered when I am in touch with my emotions; I'm simply drained and a little dazed. After one powerful session with my counselor, I was so mentally wiped out that I got into a massive car accident the day after. I can't have a 9-to-5 job with that kind of energy churning at the surface. So I am either happy to the point of tears, angry to the point of destruction, sad to the point of despondence, etc. I simply have to taper the expression of these to get through the day, or find some simple pleasures like games or comfort foods. It's not because I'm some emotionally-stunted troglodyte. Quite the opposite.
so the point is, when u being completely submitted to God, be kind, and help those in needs, make them happy, then u will be happy too. u don’t need a human to make u happy. as long as u happy with urself, u will live a happy life. trust me. I live by this motto and so far, it’s men who come after me, but I never reciprocate their feelings. maybe I’m afraid of men affection towards me. I don’t know. being born as the only girl in siblings does make u an independent person.
When I write something, I write the kind of thing I would want someone to tell my sister if she was hurting and needed help with this question. So that means I’m going to write what I believe would help someone I love — even if it means saying things that might not fit within what’s politically correct to say. If it meant helping make sure I get a loved one out of pain, you can be damned sure I’m going to say it.
But there's a trick to buttering up your guy right. You see, men are supersensitive to gushing. It makes them want to gag and run far away. So when you give him props, stick to this tip: The more obscure and exclusive the praise to him, the more genuine it feels. That's why Molly, 31, casually praises her guy's kitchen-cleaning prowess. "Tom is anal about wiping down the counters, so whenever I go to cook and they're clean, I say how much I love it." He may dismiss your flattery with a grunt, but deep down, he's loving every second of it.
He presented me with the idea that we should still live “poor” as we both were used to. mean while he poured as much money as he could into the employee stock purchase program. Invested in the maximum $$ he was allowed to in the 401 K program with company matching program and found a way to purchase an IRA. This was an aggressive plan. But we were not uncomfortable. We still ate ok and had a roof over our heads. With in three years of this plan, we had saved enough to put a down payment on a house. Then I gave birth to my first but last child since I was 39 years old by the time she was born. We were over our heads in debt with this house but we remained true to our conviction that we could still live “poor” while hiding the $$ from ourselves in various programs available to him while still making the house payments. The house payment was the only debt we had at the time.