Dear sugar is supported by.
The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heartsick.
Sugar is here, the both of us speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Cheryl strayed.
I'm Steve Almond.
This is dear sugar radio.
Oh, dear song, won't you please share some little sweetness with me?
I check my bell vibes every day.
Oh, and the sugar you send my way.
Dear sugars, I am 68 years old.
Old enough to have garnered the wisdom that comes with the years and young enough at heart anyway, to still fall in love.
My partner and I were together eight years and finally called it quits.
We were compatible, mutually attracted to each other, both divorced from long term marriages, both with adult children, and both looking for someone to spend the rest of our lives with everything lined up except for one thing, his drinking, I worked it from every angle and finally decided I couldn't do it anymore.
The split was mutual, but I think we both let go of something that, in our hearts, we wanted to hold on to.
Now I'm wondering what happened when I let myself go deep into the pain of it all.
I am back in my childhood trying to get my dad's approval, attention, love, and on and on.
My dad also drank, by the way.
But perhaps you already guessed that.
So here's my are we ever able to fully let go of that wounded child, even when we have the wisdom to understand what is happening?
Is it still the wounded child that directs those primal emotions that take us in and out of love?