<?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-2189919816937436414</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:00:37.937-08:00</updated><category term='recovery'/><category term='desired'/><category term='attention'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='foster parents'/><category term='manipulation'/><category term='addiction to validation'/><category term='love spell'/><category term='defintion'/><category term='games'/><category term='hero complex'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='clarity'/><category term='angry'/><category term='verbal abuse'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='disappointed'/><category term='baby girl'/><category term='husband'/><category term='drive men crazy'/><category term='painful'/><category term='negative attitude'/><category term='friend'/><category term='love addictions'/><category term='suffering'/><title type='text'>Moment of Clarity</title><subtitle type='html'>So many people suffer from a disease of the mind, more like an illness, that there is no medicine to cure and yet they have no clue they suffer from it. This book is a variety of stories that comprise the moment of clarity when that disease was made clear. It's a journal of events that led to the discovery and recovery of this mental illness that many battle with and few realize; love addiction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-5095428515339294780</id><published>2010-06-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:23:01.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negative attitude'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven: Recovery One Step at a time</title><content type='html'>You may think that you can manipulate people into&lt;br /&gt;thinking the way you want them to but eventually they&lt;br /&gt;will see the truth and will no longer trust you so when&lt;br /&gt;you are trying to reach people, being real and genuine is&lt;br /&gt;the only jester that will stick. This pastor began to speak&lt;br /&gt;about how far God had brought his father, mother, and&lt;br /&gt;him and it began to touch me and my heart to want to be&lt;br /&gt;a better Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something that really made me sit up in my&lt;br /&gt;seat. He said, ‘instead of being the thermometer, why not&lt;br /&gt;become the thermostat,’ meaning one of these instruments&lt;br /&gt;can be changed by the temperature and one can change&lt;br /&gt;to temperature. Wow! Never thought about life this way&lt;br /&gt;but this was definitely something I needed to hear because&lt;br /&gt;I would always say that I knew people who were just&lt;br /&gt;negative all the time and I didn’t like being around them&lt;br /&gt;because they were so negative but after hearing this, I&lt;br /&gt;choose to be the thermostat and change the temperature&lt;br /&gt;in the room because I did not like to be changed by&lt;br /&gt;someone else’s negative attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-5095428515339294780?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5095428515339294780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-seven-recovery-one-step-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/5095428515339294780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/5095428515339294780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-seven-recovery-one-step-at-time.html' title='Chapter Seven: Recovery One Step at a time'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-434076653161930471</id><published>2010-06-08T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:09:34.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction to validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Chapter Six: What Type of Love Addict am I?</title><content type='html'>Over time I began to notice that I did not like most of&lt;br /&gt;the ways of this woman. Why do I continue to do things to&lt;br /&gt;try and make her so happy when most of the time I feel&lt;br /&gt;worse than I did before doing anything for her? When I&lt;br /&gt;needed her, often time, she was not there for me. I never&lt;br /&gt;said no to her; whatever she needed or wanted from me,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how inconvenient it was for me, I did and gave&lt;br /&gt;it. She had no problem telling me no and that she could&lt;br /&gt;not or would not do something for me, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;desperate I was and how badly I said I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? I began to notice that I was&lt;br /&gt;more of a friend to this woman than she would ever be to&lt;br /&gt;me and I didn’t like it very much when in reality, I was so&lt;br /&gt;addicted to validation, until I thought that the more I did&lt;br /&gt;for her, the more she will validate me. When she did not&lt;br /&gt;validate me, I felt let down, disappointed, for lack of better&lt;br /&gt;phrase, needy. So wait a minute, are you sure I have a&lt;br /&gt;friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-434076653161930471?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/434076653161930471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-six-what-type-of-love-addict-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/434076653161930471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/434076653161930471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-six-what-type-of-love-addict-am.html' title='Chapter Six: What Type of Love Addict am I?'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-8767495753265928858</id><published>2010-06-01T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:33:23.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster parents'/><title type='text'>Chapter Five: The Costly Price</title><content type='html'>His words were so loud and angry and I had no idea&lt;br /&gt;where all of this rage against me came from. As I sat&lt;br /&gt;holding my newborn tightly in my arms, I began to burn&lt;br /&gt;inside with anger, and cry inside because of the pain. As&lt;br /&gt;I sat there I began to think about the verbal abuse that&lt;br /&gt;had just been inflicted upon me. I was reminded of my&lt;br /&gt;childhood where my mother, foster parents, and other&lt;br /&gt;adults would inflict this same kind of pain on me. In this&lt;br /&gt;present situation, I reverted back to accepting old habits.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted their reprimand and remained a member. I&lt;br /&gt;thought being hurt by your pastors in the flesh was a&lt;br /&gt;process of purging and cleansing the soul. I was still&lt;br /&gt;accepting negative pain for love, but pain is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is defined in I Corinthians 13: 4-8 as:&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does&lt;br /&gt;not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not selfseeking,&lt;br /&gt;it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of&lt;br /&gt;wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with&lt;br /&gt;the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always&lt;br /&gt;hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not God’s plan for me to accept negative pain for&lt;br /&gt;love. That is not the attributes of God. He himself would&lt;br /&gt;not personally inflict pain on you using the excuse of love.&lt;br /&gt;He may allow you to go through the process of necessary&lt;br /&gt;pain that will result in restoration, but not inflict pain&lt;br /&gt;that would damage you. Even though their claims had no&lt;br /&gt;basis and because I had not yet grasped this concept of&lt;br /&gt;God, I took their advice and desired to work harder at&lt;br /&gt;being a more submitted wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-8767495753265928858?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8767495753265928858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-five-costly-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/8767495753265928858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/8767495753265928858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-five-costly-price.html' title='Chapter Five: The Costly Price'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-2480098766966315295</id><published>2010-05-25T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:03:33.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love spell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Chapter Four: Recognizing the Hero Complex</title><content type='html'>Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The&lt;br /&gt;longer we spent time together, the more I wanted him and&lt;br /&gt;the more desperate I became. After a long await, marriage&lt;br /&gt;finally sprung up in a conversation. He implied that he&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get married someday, but not right now. As a&lt;br /&gt;natural saleswoman I know behind every no there is a&lt;br /&gt;yes. He may not have a desire to get married now but&lt;br /&gt;when I am finished putting my love spell on him, like in&lt;br /&gt;the song, he will definitely be putting a ring on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I needed to be more open with this man so he&lt;br /&gt;could see more of who I was as a person. I unlocked the&lt;br /&gt;key to my heart, and spewed out very painful details of&lt;br /&gt;my past life. As the words came out so did the emotion&lt;br /&gt;and I began to cry. He then leaned over and comforted me&lt;br /&gt;with a hug. The hero complex was in “full effect”. I had&lt;br /&gt;now smoothly switched roles and became the victim. I did&lt;br /&gt;this frequently to get my way with him. It worked like a&lt;br /&gt;charm for awhile, but like everything else in my life, it&lt;br /&gt;soon came to a bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-2480098766966315295?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2480098766966315295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-four-recognizing-hero-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/2480098766966315295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/2480098766966315295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-four-recognizing-hero-complex.html' title='Chapter Four: Recognizing the Hero Complex'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-810038466527286033</id><published>2010-05-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:18:28.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Chapter Three:  How Long Have I Been Here?</title><content type='html'>As I was wrecking my brain in confusion, the words&lt;br /&gt;from the book I had read earlier came back to me, “Love&lt;br /&gt;Addiction”. This was God’s funny way of revealing to me&lt;br /&gt;that I was a Love Addict. This revelation had hit me so&lt;br /&gt;hard that my mouth flew open and my jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I began to reminisce, and review all of my&lt;br /&gt;past relationships. I thought about how I hooked up with&lt;br /&gt;them and the reason we broke up. I realized that it was&lt;br /&gt;the love addiction that caused me to hook up with these&lt;br /&gt;men, and it was love addiction that caused me to break&lt;br /&gt;up with them or caused them to run away. To every single&lt;br /&gt;person reading this book you must learn this principle,&lt;br /&gt;what you don’t kill in your singleness will only transfer in&lt;br /&gt;marriage. Marriage is not the fire extinguisher to your&lt;br /&gt;lust, marriage is not the answer to your loneliness, and&lt;br /&gt;as for me and anyone else who is dealing with this disease;&lt;br /&gt;marriage was not the cure to my condition which was&lt;br /&gt;“love addiction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my husband to be what he could not and I&lt;br /&gt;was trying to make him what he was not. With every&lt;br /&gt;relationship I had, including my marriage, I was addicted&lt;br /&gt;to the ideological fantasy of love because I had not been&lt;br /&gt;taught that love is not a feeling but it is an action. I was&lt;br /&gt;searching for someone to fill the empty spot of happiness&lt;br /&gt;for me, when it was impossible. Happiness was something&lt;br /&gt;I had yet to conquer and in the end I had to ask myself&lt;br /&gt;this mystifying question: “How will I ever be happy if I&lt;br /&gt;can’t ever be happy”? I would be able to easily answer&lt;br /&gt;this question after I gave birth to my third baby, another&lt;br /&gt;little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-810038466527286033?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/810038466527286033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-three-how-long-have-i-been-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/810038466527286033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/810038466527286033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-three-how-long-have-i-been-here.html' title='Chapter Three:  How Long Have I Been Here?'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-6826983355369519129</id><published>2010-05-11T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:39:06.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive men crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desired'/><title type='text'>Chapter Two: How Did I Get Here?</title><content type='html'>Every guy that lived on my block wanted to date me, or&lt;br /&gt;as I suspected, just wanted to sleep with me. I was hated&lt;br /&gt;by most girls because I was the essence of true beauty;&lt;br /&gt;fair-skin, long hair, slender shape, great personality. When&lt;br /&gt;I was in the room it didn’t matter who else was there; I&lt;br /&gt;commanded their attention by my physique and persona.&lt;br /&gt;With my long beautiful hair, extraverted personality, and&lt;br /&gt;long slender shape that was better than any coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;bottle on the market; I drove men wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I loved the attention, I never gave in to&lt;br /&gt;any of them. I liked to tease them and play the game of&lt;br /&gt;catch-me-if-you-can, and I must say I played the game&lt;br /&gt;very well. I thought it was hilarious how far men would go&lt;br /&gt;just to get a piece of me. My objective was to get as many&lt;br /&gt;men to passionately desire me, and not give in to any of&lt;br /&gt;them. I got what I wanted, which was attention, and they&lt;br /&gt;got nothing but weariness from chasing me. This was not&lt;br /&gt;my only game I had in my little bag of tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-6826983355369519129?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6826983355369519129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-two-how-did-i-get-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/6826983355369519129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/6826983355369519129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-two-how-did-i-get-here.html' title='Chapter Two: How Did I Get Here?'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-2204214678365647881</id><published>2010-05-05T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:28:08.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defintion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><title type='text'>Definition: Love Addict</title><content type='html'>"Painful attention, which is the attention that will result&lt;br /&gt;in negative consequences, was normal to me. Although I&lt;br /&gt;did not like the consequence of suffering, at least the pain&lt;br /&gt;was always consistent. “Pain” could always be counted&lt;br /&gt;on to arrive at my door and I would more than willingly &lt;br /&gt;receive it with open arms. So why would I waste my time&lt;br /&gt;waiting on good things to come in my life when I was the&lt;br /&gt;only one always standing myself up and leaving me out to&lt;br /&gt;dry? So I dated “Pain” for years. In the beginning “Pain”&lt;br /&gt;hurt me but, like most relationships, you get used to it&lt;br /&gt;and become numb to its negative antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a battered woman, I was in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;with “Pain.” Even though I didn’t like the name calling,&lt;br /&gt;the punishment, or the spankings from my mother I was&lt;br /&gt;mentally bound and couldn’t leave. Like a kidnapped child&lt;br /&gt;with Stockholm syndrome, I developed a bond with my&lt;br /&gt;captor called “Pain”. I became its Bonnie and it was my Clyde."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moment of Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-2204214678365647881?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2204214678365647881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/definition-love-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/2204214678365647881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/2204214678365647881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/05/definition-love-addict.html' title='Definition: Love Addict'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2189919816937436414.post-4858428738126226299</id><published>2010-04-27T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:59:28.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Love Addicts welcomed!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the "Recovering Love Addicts" club where we will identify, clarify, and nullify your love addictions.  This is a place where you can laugh, cry, think, and empower yourselves through understanding the meaning of your love addiction and seeking steps and tips to recover, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already, get a copy of the book &lt;a href="http://www.publishamerica.net/product91084.html"&gt;http://www.publishamerica.net/product91084.html&lt;/a&gt; and just because you have visited this site, you can get a 20% discount when you purchase!  Just use the code &lt;strong&gt;discount20 &lt;/strong&gt;when checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear what you have to say about the book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2189919816937436414-4858428738126226299?l=recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4858428738126226299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-addicts-welcomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/4858428738126226299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2189919816937436414/posts/default/4858428738126226299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recoveringloveaddict.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-addicts-welcomed.html' title='Love Addicts welcomed!'/><author><name>lasay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06130907498020666219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmmuMlpLvGM/SGa4ecsHexI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OjKDSAzDeG4/S220/IMG_1889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
