“Anonymous” inquires: “Are they meant for each other ?”
The Sweeney Tarot: 7 of Wands, 3 of Cups, & 7 of Cups.
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Wrong question. Instead the cards warn that the brave face you are wearing to hide your pained heart is about to slip. You’re trying to be happy for them, which is good. But all the sore spots of your heart is being poked every time you see them. You need to settle your feelings about what happened. Don’t just try to plaster over them. Take care of yourself, please.
3 responses to “Public Reading: 2014-12-05.02”
I’m trying. But I hate it. I hate her. I hate him. I hate myself. She asked me and I thought I could do it. Be grown up and let freewill take its course. But now I’m stuck if I tell her I know she will back down but it shouldn’t be like that. So I rather suffer let this week pass and maybe stop hurting myself. I Don’t want to ruin my friendship over a boy. I rather hurt.
I thought if I knew they were going to be happy or meant to be then maybe that would lessen the pain. Maybe I could of smiled and said it was worth it. The things I did to myself while I hurted.
Fated love is more often a myth than a reality. You could have the most statistically compatible couple and the relationship could still fall apart. You could have the two people so removed from each other they seem to be from different planets, and they could be dedicated to each other forever. How their relationship will go is entirely dependent on them.
Letting go of someone you love hurts. I can’t sugarcoat that no matter how many candy canes I melt down. What is important for you right now, is that you allow yourself the space and the permission to grieve the loss of what you wished you have.
Being an adult sucks at times. It’s true at 20, at 40, and twenty years from now, I’ll still be banging that drum. I know it hurts right now. Don’t swallow that pain back down. Find a safe place, a safe confidant (person and/or diary), and start releasing it. Don’t let it poison you.