<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922401939939687569</id><updated>2012-01-12T00:23:40.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats love got to do with it?</title><subtitle type='html'>I think like a guy, but my wolfpack consists of sexy, smart and fun girls.  Offering you insight into the female mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shackledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922401939939687569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shackledheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>What's love got to do with it?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747449772332022298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922401939939687569.post-2658437603058559710</id><published>2010-09-11T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T07:21:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealizing the EX</title><content type='html'>Everytime I move on from one relationship, I carefully think about the breakup...and why i want the breakup...and then when I'm finally 100% sure that there is no future for us....I get my running shoes ready.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakup checklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) supportive friends to get your mind off things?&amp;nbsp; check!&lt;br /&gt;2) feeling vulnerable, but strong enough to get through this?&amp;nbsp; check!&lt;br /&gt;3) mentally preparing for lots of nights out and drinking?&amp;nbsp; check!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4) knowing that I will not regret this decision.&amp;nbsp; (tilts head)&amp;nbsp; CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmU6TroJFcE/TIuOH7xE-_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/T0GqenLgJRQ/s1600/strong-heart1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmU6TroJFcE/TIuOH7xE-_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/T0GqenLgJRQ/s320/strong-heart1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, why is it that I always have this glamourized memory of my ex's?&amp;nbsp; When I find myself in a new relationship, I always look back at my most recent ex and MISS him.&amp;nbsp; I almost compare him to the new bf, KNOWING that this is a big no-no.&amp;nbsp; And I dont look back and idealize all my ex's.&amp;nbsp; I just do this with whoever is my most recent ex.&amp;nbsp; Its like this subconcious poising that seeps into my mind that I feel like I can't control.&amp;nbsp; The crazy thing is, logically, I know I was miserable with my ex.&amp;nbsp; I also know that my current bf is &lt;strong&gt;wonderful!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Is this normal?&amp;nbsp; lol&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure this is a better outlet than discussing all my thoughts and feelings with Steve.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to push him away.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to keep "finding faults" bc I'm scared to commit.&amp;nbsp; I want to get off this merry-go-round please!&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are going to help me figure this out!!&amp;nbsp; Are you with me?&amp;nbsp; (hears crickets)&amp;nbsp; I guess I need to get some readers first.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922401939939687569-2658437603058559710?l=shackledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shackledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2658437603058559710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shackledheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/idealizing-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922401939939687569/posts/default/2658437603058559710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922401939939687569/posts/default/2658437603058559710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shackledheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/idealizing-ex.html' title='Idealizing the EX'/><author><name>What's love got to do with it?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747449772332022298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmU6TroJFcE/TIuOH7xE-_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/T0GqenLgJRQ/s72-c/strong-heart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922401939939687569.post-2162247880978417428</id><published>2010-09-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:11:37.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASP...i'm in love.  again.</title><content type='html'>I am a 30 year old female, and I'm having a hard time figuring out what my problem is when it comes to love.&amp;nbsp; What's my problem??&amp;nbsp; I'd like to take you on a journey through the chaos that is my mind, and hope that somehow, at the end of this journey I can love like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not your typical commitment phobe.&amp;nbsp; I'm a girl, for starters.&amp;nbsp; I also LOVE being in relationships...or at least the idea of them.&amp;nbsp; =)&amp;nbsp; I've been in 4 long term relationships that always end around the 3 year mark.&amp;nbsp; Something happens to me right around the 2 year mark and I start looking for escape hatches.&amp;nbsp; But why?&amp;nbsp; Actually, now that I'm 30, this is starting to happen much sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that I am not the problem.&amp;nbsp; I genuinely believe there is something about me that causes men to act....clingy?&amp;nbsp; Have all men become too sensitive over the years?&amp;nbsp; I started this blog because I hope that I'm wrong.&amp;nbsp; God I hope I'm wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I go...falling in love again.&amp;nbsp; 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