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	<description>Parenting, Health, Wellness &#38; Family</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:45:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Wifey</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-165270</link>
		<dc:creator>Wifey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 12:52:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>H....
Actually at the moment, Im very confused coz just recently when my husband asked for separation or annulment(only by the phone,coz im  working abroad). its really hard to move on like this. His family dont like me either that's why my husband decision came out like this.
But when I read this posted article. I got inspired. Im telling to myself that its not the end of the world. I need to move on w/ my life w/ help of God &#38; my family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>H&#8230;.<br />
Actually at the moment, Im very confused coz just recently when my husband asked for separation or annulment(only by the phone,coz im  working abroad). its really hard to move on like this. His family dont like me either that&#8217;s why my husband decision came out like this.<br />
But when I read this posted article. I got inspired. Im telling to myself that its not the end of the world. I need to move on w/ my life w/ help of God &amp; my family.</p>
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		<title>By: Viona</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-159285</link>
		<dc:creator>Viona</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:28:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice to read this post...Me and my husband have been maried for a year and we haven't had a baby ...My husband's fertility test result wasn't too good....Doctor said than we can have children only by  in vitro fertilisation. This was sound so disappointing to us at first...But this also teach us how to love each other no matter what we are. We still feels like two young people who just start falling in love until now. Go anywhere together, enjoying most our time only bot of us.That's the positive side...But, anyway we also still waiting for God's miracle to give us a baby.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice to read this post&#8230;Me and my husband have been maried for a year and we haven&#8217;t had a baby &#8230;My husband&#8217;s fertility test result wasn&#8217;t too good&#8230;.Doctor said than we can have children only by  in vitro fertilisation. This was sound so disappointing to us at first&#8230;But this also teach us how to love each other no matter what we are. We still feels like two young people who just start falling in love until now. Go anywhere together, enjoying most our time only bot of us.That&#8217;s the positive side&#8230;But, anyway we also still waiting for God&#8217;s miracle to give us a baby.</p>
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		<title>By: AnitoKid</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-75720</link>
		<dc:creator>AnitoKid</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:51:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After more than a decade of a happy marriage, the foundation of my family was rocked when my first love and I were in each other's arms again.

It was not intentional. It was not planned. She left her husband and two of her children for me. I tried talking her out of it and explained to her that things cannot be undone once we elope. That we should be happy with the time that we could have with each other. She was persistent and left her husband and came here to Manila. All I could do was find a place for her and her youngest.

As the months went on, things became different. Despite giving her everything that she needs to live well and comfortably, I was surprised when she asked me to leave my children for her. It came to a point that she got hold of 4 of my 5 ATM cards and a set of my car keys. To hell with my ATM cards and keys! Not my children! They have done me no wrong. And deep inside, I knew that leaving my children would be the greatest mistake I can ever commit.

The ultimate decision to finaly rectify my mistake came one Sunday afternoon when I was with my closeness. I was in one of my offices with my closeness when my mobile phone rang - it was my first love. She convinced me to hand the phone over to my closeness (yeah, she seems to have that power over me - like an emotional vampire or something).

I put the cell in loud speaker mode. My closeness answered all her queries - politely. She calmly stood there, answering the queries, asking quetions herself, and listening. My closeness did not show any form of anger. Nor she showed any signs that she was upset. Nor did she shed a tear.

After the call, I explained to my closeness that I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. That I am not the cool Dad they believe and everybody says that I am. That I am seeing another woman, my first love. That this woman is asking me to leave them for her. And that I do not want to continue the relationahip anymore. That I will die, little by little, if I leave my kids for her.
 
My closeness hugged me. Silently hugged me for some time, which seemed like eternity. She did not try to convince me of anything. She just hugged me. 

"I trust you, Dad. And I love you so much. You're still the 4C Dad to us." 

"I love you more anak. Much much more," I said. "I will rectify my mistakes - try to put everything in order."

"Shhh! It's okay, Dad. You don't have to explain. I trust you and I love you, Dad. I will respect your decision - and we will continue to respect you. You are my Dad. Our Dad. Nobody can take away that fact. I want you to be happy, Dad. I love you, Dad." 

I just looked at her. Silently looked at her. In the end, it was I, the so-called coolest Dad in my children's book, who shed a tear.

And how I rectified my mistakes - that is for another day, my friend.

And oh! Did I tell you that at the time of the phone call, my closeness was just in the fifth grade? Yes, she was. And i kid you not!


A-Kid at www.anitokid.blogspot.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After more than a decade of a happy marriage, the foundation of my family was rocked when my first love and I were in each other&#8217;s arms again.</p>
<p>It was not intentional. It was not planned. She left her husband and two of her children for me. I tried talking her out of it and explained to her that things cannot be undone once we elope. That we should be happy with the time that we could have with each other. She was persistent and left her husband and came here to Manila. All I could do was find a place for her and her youngest.</p>
<p>As the months went on, things became different. Despite giving her everything that she needs to live well and comfortably, I was surprised when she asked me to leave my children for her. It came to a point that she got hold of 4 of my 5 ATM cards and a set of my car keys. To hell with my ATM cards and keys! Not my children! They have done me no wrong. And deep inside, I knew that leaving my children would be the greatest mistake I can ever commit.</p>
<p>The ultimate decision to finaly rectify my mistake came one Sunday afternoon when I was with my closeness. I was in one of my offices with my closeness when my mobile phone rang - it was my first love. She convinced me to hand the phone over to my closeness (yeah, she seems to have that power over me - like an emotional vampire or something).</p>
<p>I put the cell in loud speaker mode. My closeness answered all her queries - politely. She calmly stood there, answering the queries, asking quetions herself, and listening. My closeness did not show any form of anger. Nor she showed any signs that she was upset. Nor did she shed a tear.</p>
<p>After the call, I explained to my closeness that I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. That I am not the cool Dad they believe and everybody says that I am. That I am seeing another woman, my first love. That this woman is asking me to leave them for her. And that I do not want to continue the relationahip anymore. That I will die, little by little, if I leave my kids for her.</p>
<p>My closeness hugged me. Silently hugged me for some time, which seemed like eternity. She did not try to convince me of anything. She just hugged me. </p>
<p>&#8220;I trust you, Dad. And I love you so much. You&#8217;re still the 4C Dad to us.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;I love you more anak. Much much more,&#8221; I said. &#8220;I will rectify my mistakes - try to put everything in order.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Shhh! It&#8217;s okay, Dad. You don&#8217;t have to explain. I trust you and I love you, Dad. I will respect your decision - and we will continue to respect you. You are my Dad. Our Dad. Nobody can take away that fact. I want you to be happy, Dad. I love you, Dad.&#8221; </p>
<p>I just looked at her. Silently looked at her. In the end, it was I, the so-called coolest Dad in my children&#8217;s book, who shed a tear.</p>
<p>And how I rectified my mistakes - that is for another day, my friend.</p>
<p>And oh! Did I tell you that at the time of the phone call, my closeness was just in the fifth grade? Yes, she was. And i kid you not!</p>
<p>A-Kid at <a href="http://www.anitokid.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.anitokid.blogspot.com</a></p>
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		<title>By: Noemi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-71210</link>
		<dc:creator>Noemi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 12:25:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@sassy mom- Your mom must be a pillar of strength. It's good you had her during those most difficult times of your life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@sassy mom- Your mom must be a pillar of strength. It&#8217;s good you had her during those most difficult times of your life.</p>
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		<title>By: sassy mom</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-71208</link>
		<dc:creator>sassy mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 12:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, noemi! You never stop inspiring me. I have had so much hurt in the past. Most of it from being raised alone by my mom. I posted a couple of entries in my first month but I didn't dwell on the pain instead on my mom's strength.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, noemi! You never stop inspiring me. I have had so much hurt in the past. Most of it from being raised alone by my mom. I posted a couple of entries in my first month but I didn&#8217;t dwell on the pain instead on my mom&#8217;s strength.</p>
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		<title>By: Noemi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-71130</link>
		<dc:creator>Noemi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Rach- practice makes perfect

@Dexie- lets keep it going. I noticed you placed the Filipina link on the main page which is an excellent idea.

@miguel- I forgot I removed the comment page.

@cess- hehe i am still getting used to the size of the monitor

@tofubaby- thank you for always visiting my blog. Thanks for being you too. Let's spread the campaign

@sexy mom- yes the big brother.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Rach- practice makes perfect</p>
<p>@Dexie- lets keep it going. I noticed you placed the Filipina link on the main page which is an excellent idea.</p>
<p>@miguel- I forgot I removed the comment page.</p>
<p>@cess- hehe i am still getting used to the size of the monitor</p>
<p>@tofubaby- thank you for always visiting my blog. Thanks for being you too. Let&#8217;s spread the campaign</p>
<p>@sexy mom- yes the big brother.</p>
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		<title>By: SexyMom</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-71128</link>
		<dc:creator>SexyMom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wow! Mac now has a towering brother (or is it a sister) to look up to.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wow! Mac now has a towering brother (or is it a sister) to look up to.</p>
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		<title>By: tofubaby</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-71024</link>
		<dc:creator>tofubaby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:38:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tita Noemi, you are really something else (read: I am big, big fan). Thanks for being just being you. You make Filipinas proud. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tita Noemi, you are really something else (read: I am big, big fan). Thanks for being just being you. You make Filipinas proud. <img src='http://aboutmyrecovery.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: lady cess</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-70732</link>
		<dc:creator>lady cess</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 00:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>go go go sexy filipina mom! great post! an inspiration to all of us. and your computer is wow! tulo=laway tuloy ako!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>go go go sexy filipina mom! great post! an inspiration to all of us. and your computer is wow! tulo=laway tuloy ako!</p>
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		<title>By: Miguel</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2007/06/29/the-lessons-of-pain/#comment-70685</link>
		<dc:creator>Miguel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 20:02:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi! I tried commenting on the PC setup post but  when I hit Submit, I got 404 Not Found.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi! I tried commenting on the PC setup post but  when I hit Submit, I got 404 Not Found.</p>
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