tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post1119994547899003490..comments2024-03-14T02:52:30.104-07:00Comments on The Simply Luxurious Life®: Not Another Puzzle PieceThe Simply Luxurious Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06288681334499771945noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-24179113001178315222013-09-10T04:06:50.625-07:002013-09-10T04:06:50.625-07:00Hello Shannon,
Thank you for your reply, and for...Hello Shannon, <br /><br />Thank you for your reply, and for the boost of confidence. It's funny how we question our actions, even if we know we did the best thing for ourselves, because we keep asking, COULD it have changed? Is there something I could have said or done better? But I'm done with beating myself up. I want to find more than a puzzle piece. I want to find the other piece of my heart.<br /><br />Again, thank you for such a wonderful post!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05308877823018995832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-54685149228360130472013-09-09T21:04:18.223-07:002013-09-09T21:04:18.223-07:00Shannon, I appreciated this post. I agree with Joe...Shannon, I appreciated this post. I agree with Joelle. I married at 25 and now, two years later, my husband and I have weathered severe personal storms and are still uncovering parts of who we are as individuals. I think no matter where you are in life, it's never too late to rediscover the person you were meant to be. It's scary when those revelations manifest themselves in a marriage. It was for us. But I find that each day, we grow closer and more deeply in love. Without darkness, there could be no light. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-74674826530879251412013-09-09T14:30:00.811-07:002013-09-09T14:30:00.811-07:00So very true! I didn't have a very good relati...So very true! I didn't have a very good relationship with myself when I got married. Thank goodness my husband was patient with me (and I with him) until I found out who I was and loved myself just the way I was. <br />www.clothesbutnotquiteJoelle From Canadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09578516851951396712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-78158672431319467502013-09-09T11:57:58.947-07:002013-09-09T11:57:58.947-07:00Such a lovely post. I happened to write quite a pe...Such a lovely post. I happened to write quite a personal post on my blog that fits in with what you've written ;-)<br /><br />www.luxuria-jewellery.com<br />http://luxuria-jewellery.blogspot.com<br />Vannessa@Luxuriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13004543876391503184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-8982075512448636102013-09-09T10:50:54.213-07:002013-09-09T10:50:54.213-07:00Your strength is inspiring. After all, only the tw...Your strength is inspiring. After all, only the two involved in a relationship can every really know what goes on. You, and only you, can know what's best for yourself, and I admire your strength. I wish you well as you move forward into another stage of life learning from the lessons of the past. The Simply Luxurious Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06288681334499771945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310399481533841878.post-3512349255888292882013-09-09T02:16:20.153-07:002013-09-09T02:16:20.153-07:00Hi Shannon,
I'm a fan of your blog, and try t...Hi Shannon,<br /><br />I'm a fan of your blog, and try to follow your articles and inspirations on all of my channels. <br /><br />I just wanted to let you know, that yesterday, I finally had the courage to stand up for myself and end a three year marriage to a man that disrespected me, chastised me as a child, all the while I'm the full time care for my elderly Mother who is on Hospice care, and he has never offered one bit of help.<br /><br />I finally told him to go home. This article was exactly what I needed, at the exact right time. Thank you, Shannon... Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05308877823018995832noreply@blogger.com