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	<title>Comments on: Desperately Seeking Forgiveness</title>
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		<title>By: Penny Karma</title>
		<link>http://anexistentialkeekah.com/2009/09/26/desperately-seeking-forgiveness/#comment-5028</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Penny Karma]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:01:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oooh, girl.  I recently had a similar bombshell dropped on me.  I discovered that my husband had slept with my best friend many years ago and I didn&#039;t find out until I found an email in which my husband confessed it to his current girlfriend.  There&#039;s an unbelievable amount of backstory, too.  I&#039;m debating whether or not to blog about it.  I&#039;m not innocent, he busted me in an affair shortly before this incident, but for the last eight years he&#039;s insisted that he&#039;s never been with anyone but me, and he led me to believe that I was the only one who didn&#039;t deserve to be trusted.  He and I are still together, but trust continues to be a struggle.  

The other girl wrote me a note asking me to call her and talk about it, but I said no.  I wrote a very cathartic email telling her that she had destroyed my life.  It felt fantastic to spell out exactly how awful it was to find out about it.  But reading your post about how it wasn&#039;t really about hurting Me, made me feel a little like forgiving her... someday, but not today.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oooh, girl.  I recently had a similar bombshell dropped on me.  I discovered that my husband had slept with my best friend many years ago and I didn&#8217;t find out until I found an email in which my husband confessed it to his current girlfriend.  There&#8217;s an unbelievable amount of backstory, too.  I&#8217;m debating whether or not to blog about it.  I&#8217;m not innocent, he busted me in an affair shortly before this incident, but for the last eight years he&#8217;s insisted that he&#8217;s never been with anyone but me, and he led me to believe that I was the only one who didn&#8217;t deserve to be trusted.  He and I are still together, but trust continues to be a struggle.  </p>
<p>The other girl wrote me a note asking me to call her and talk about it, but I said no.  I wrote a very cathartic email telling her that she had destroyed my life.  It felt fantastic to spell out exactly how awful it was to find out about it.  But reading your post about how it wasn&#8217;t really about hurting Me, made me feel a little like forgiving her&#8230; someday, but not today.</p>
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		<title>By: mmkeekah</title>
		<link>http://anexistentialkeekah.com/2009/09/26/desperately-seeking-forgiveness/#comment-5026</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:38:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks for reading my post, Ken.  If you knew anyone who knew me, or if you knew me (grin), you&#039;d know I&#039;m pretty authentic in real life as well.  I just tell it like it is from my perspective.  I guess I think people care what I think...lol.

I worry too about sharing someone&#039;s story on here... I kind of feel its really not my place.  And yet, sometimes my heart won&#039;t leave me alone until I write it out.  I hope I never hurt anyone I care about it... and yet I have to remain true to myself as well.  Most of the time I hope the universe will make it work out so that someone - anyone - will hear the true intent of the message behind the story... 

Did you hear it?  

Take care and I will visit your blog...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for reading my post, Ken.  If you knew anyone who knew me, or if you knew me (grin), you&#8217;d know I&#8217;m pretty authentic in real life as well.  I just tell it like it is from my perspective.  I guess I think people care what I think&#8230;lol.</p>
<p>I worry too about sharing someone&#8217;s story on here&#8230; I kind of feel its really not my place.  And yet, sometimes my heart won&#8217;t leave me alone until I write it out.  I hope I never hurt anyone I care about it&#8230; and yet I have to remain true to myself as well.  Most of the time I hope the universe will make it work out so that someone &#8211; anyone &#8211; will hear the true intent of the message behind the story&#8230; </p>
<p>Did you hear it?  </p>
<p>Take care and I will visit your blog&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Ken Kendall</title>
		<link>http://anexistentialkeekah.com/2009/09/26/desperately-seeking-forgiveness/#comment-5025</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken Kendall]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:26:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am always so amazed at how authentic, real and honest people can be on their blogs. It is like a movie, what you all have been through but it really is just life. We all have crazy things that we have done or been a part of. It just seems like it&#039;s only us because no one tell the true story.

I write a blog and am always afraid of how much I can really say without hurting people I love. My blog is meant to help people. Specifically married people. More specifically husbands. If you have a chance, take a look.

http://whatsheneedsfromyou.wordpress.com

Thanks for being so honest.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am always so amazed at how authentic, real and honest people can be on their blogs. It is like a movie, what you all have been through but it really is just life. We all have crazy things that we have done or been a part of. It just seems like it&#8217;s only us because no one tell the true story.</p>
<p>I write a blog and am always afraid of how much I can really say without hurting people I love. My blog is meant to help people. Specifically married people. More specifically husbands. If you have a chance, take a look.</p>
<p><a href="http://whatsheneedsfromyou.wordpress.com" rel="nofollow">http://whatsheneedsfromyou.wordpress.com</a></p>
<p>Thanks for being so honest.</p>
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