"Gold Dust Woman"

Listen, people... I'm trying over here. Its been a long damn day... Hell, its been a long damn life. I used to be intelligent... I'm not so much anymore.

A bitch is tired..

I have been doing everything to make this house work... I'm waiting for Tommy, I need some help. You know Tommy, "A Shit in the Hand". Ya, that's him... That's Tommy.

What's the point of this? I don't know. I'm all out of those..

You waited. This is what I posted... Great.

"Rock on, Gold Dust Woman ...

Follow those who pale in your shadow.

Rulers make bad lovers ...

You better put your kingdom up for sale."

"The Pressure Point"

My Lovlies.. Goin' down these here Crossroads..

Let us delve.. gonna be a quick one..just my thoughts tonite, and sharing with ya'll.

My guy is over. He blew his knee out.

He can't rest.  Not even on my fly azz!!!  lolzz...

What is a lady to do?  She MUST find relief for her man. When you loosen up your mans buttons, you gotta bring it..in EVERY area!!  That's how I roll.  With this said,  I have spent the last 3 hours, with my thumb on the 'pressure point' of his knee, so he could sleep.  He is now resting comfortably in the other room.

I ask you, what AREN'T we willing to do, to make the loves of our lives rest in comfort?  More important..What would they be willing to do, to make sure WE rest in the same comfort? Do we know the difference??

"A Shit in the Hand is Better than Two in the Bush"

Get ready.. This is about to get heavy, I just settled all my lawsuits.. Fuck You Debbie!!

Ok, as we go down our Crossroads, we sometimes find ourselves in 'shitty' situations.  Figurative and literal.

That's what this is about.  Let us delve.

To start, I want to pick up on my last post regarding the 'honesty policy'.  I was right, I think.  There are just some things better left unsaid.  

Recently, my guy was over.  He was in the other room.  I thought, (thought being the operative word) that it would be cute, to put some stock in being a 'nosy bitch'.  So, as we trust each other, (so much) lolzz.. He left his phone in the living room..with me.  Ummmm.. I looked at the phone, I looked away, I looked at the phone, I looked away.. and I picked up the phone.  I started going thru his txt messages.. I found what I wasn't looking for.  He HAD been seeing someone else.  There was a crossover, in the crossroads.

Now, understand we had split up.  Ross and Rachel bullshit, at its finest, coming up!

He started seeing someone else.  We got back together.  He, now had to get out of that, and cum back home.  He did that.  He stopped seeing her, he didn't want to be an 'azzhole'.. so he didn't totally cut off communication.. He was dwindling it down.  He hadn't been to her place for weeks, they didn't speak on the phone.  He had brought it to a txt message every few days.. and that's what I found.

I popped off.. (I didn't know the whole story, at the time..I should have just asked..CAUTION: RELATIONSHIPS ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR)  He woke up to me, on the phone with her.. He was just like "What?".. and out the door.

He was NOT having any of that.

SIDEBAR:

Now, understand how close me and my guy are.  This is where the 'shit' cums in..  We were fooling around.. Gettin down with the get down, as we ALWAYS do.  Lawd!  He is the BEST.  In the midst of my cumming 90 times, we do some crazy 'shit'.  Ladies, as we know.. sometimes a little finger in the azz is enjoyable during sex.. if done properly.  He does it properly.  

You see where this is going?

I actually shit on his hand.. (In my defense, it was not alot..like I have a defense..lmao!)

 I was like ?? He said "Umm..".. he got up and washed his hand.  He then went into the kitchen, and got a couple wet paper towels and came back into the bedroom.  He said "I think you might want to clean that situation up."  I was just like "OMG".. We never laughed so hard in our lives.

We laughed for hours.  He was like "It's a shitty situation!" God, how we laughed..

So.. you see, how very close me and my guy are.  Don't judge us!!  LMAO!!

Back to the story..The OTHER story.

We didn't really talk that much for a couple of days.  He was not wanting to hear me yell and question him, I really just wanted to talk to him.  I had calmed down, at this point.  I had spoken to the other woman for hours.. She was actually very nice, so was I.  I was starting to put the pieces together.  She knew who I was, he spoke of me.  The love of his life.  She knew about us.  She knew when he left, he was never coming back.  I just wanted it to have never happened at that point.  I told him, "I'm not angry, I don't care.. I just want to forget it.  I don't want to talk about it.  Let's just move on."  We did talk about it.  He didn't want there to be any 'question marks' in my head.  The only question in my head, was really 'Why did I do this?'

He said "If you had a question, if you thought something, you should have just asked me."

He was right.

I ended up hurting this girl, who never needed to know her suspicions were confirmed.

He was out of that, and back home.  I didn't need to know she ever existed.  Seriously.  I didn't need to know.  Yes, there was a 'crossover' where we were both in his world, while he was back with me, and getting out of that.  That does suck.  I do know and understand the whole situation, and we are very OK.  It actually brought us closer together in a weird way.

The moral to this story is.. If you can shit on your mates hand, you can TALK to him/her.  Maybe honesty IS the best policy?

"You Sent For Me??"

It's Just me, I'm just obscene.

Halsey needs to pick up on his post..

There was no him in that..

When talking to lovers, there IS shit you don't say.

Like ur number...don't..

Noone needs to know that.

Did you cheat?   ever?  Don't tell that...

Just say less.

I  know honesty is the best policy...Not always.
It is soooo not....

"For Crying Out Loud..'Loaf' Style!!!"

My Lovlies!!

Did ya'll ever hear the song "For Crying Out Loud"  Meatloaf..  I kno.. he is gross...however.. ( I never say but..'cause everything after but is bullshit..)

OK.. This song.. Just is..Great. 

"I was lost and you were found.. and I never knew how far down, I was falling before I reached the bottom.. I was cold and you were fire.. and I never knew how the fire could be burning on the edge of the icefield..

...

Oh, I know that you belong inside my aching heart...and can't you see my faded Levis burstin' apart?  & don't you hear me crying 'Oh, babe, don't go.. & don't you hear me screamin' "how was I to know??"...   I'm in the middle of nowhere, near the end of the line.. There's a border to somewhere waiting, and there's a tank full of time.. Oh, give me just another moment to see the light of the day.. & take me to another land where I don't have to stay.. & I'm gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do.. and I will receive somebody with open arms.. open eyes.. open up the sky, let the plymouth of our love shine thru.. For crying out loud, you know I love you.."

Damn.. Loaf!!

Bringing it..

I would keep postin the song, however.. ya get the jist.. Actually, it get's alot better.. ya gotta listen!

This song is like Amazing sex.. it speeds up when nessa, and is slow when needed!!  LAWD!!

This song is for Tom.

I don't change names to protect the innocent..

I don't really have a major point to this post.. Just on my mind.

It's just for those of us in love and ?? 

The questions, Right??

Oh, the questions..

"Fcken A!, You Should See the Face I'm Making NOW!!!"

Ok, here we are again..

I had to revise my "interactive" post.. 'Cause, well.. my original post kinda sucked.. So, I went there with it..

That's what I am about, "going there", as it would be.. sooo..I did. 

Redemption?

Let's talk about ex's and sex'ssssss... :O

That's a wide open mouth!! LOL!!

I can't with myself sometimes..

I know ya'll are gonna relate here.. we ALL have ex's..

You should see the face I am making.

Ok, let's get it on.. My Lovlies!

I feel like I am doing a "Golden Girls" thing here.. if any of you all ever watched that show..

"Picture this..2006, Wallington, NJ"

I am coming home, my boyfriend of 6 yrs is in the parking lot.  I see him, I am NOT in the mood... LONG day at work.  I say "Not tonite, please.. I am soo tired, can we do this tomorrow?"

We were kinda having problems.. you will find out later.. Not really needed right now.  It's a need to know basis.. I will explain.. Later..

Little did I know..there was no tomorrow.

See, my ex is a MAJOR mamma's boy.. Like, he brings sucking off the teet to a whole new level.

Mommy and Daddy decided to move to Nevada.

So, of course.. he went with.  God forbid he lived on his own.

Now, let  us not judge SOOO fast (there are those OOO's again..LOL)

His brother and sister.. equally as lame, went as well.

 The WHOLE fam went.

'Cept, I didn't know.

See, I knew the parents were going.. he never said HE was going.. He said he was not. 

This was an issue in the last year of our relationship, I KNEW he would go, I just knew it.  Right again.

Don't you love my life?  Feeling better about yourself right about now, eh?

Ok, back to it.  I called him the next day, and the day after that.. Voicemail.

When your phone don't ring, you will know it's me.

I was getting it.  NOT him at all.

Always here.  Always with me.

He eventually answered.  Said he was helping his parents to move and would be home in a week.

I'm still waiting.

You know what sucks?  I NEVER got to say "Goodbye."

If I had known, that last time in the parking lot, would be the last time ever.. last time ever, I would see him..

I would of held him so tight..  I would of made love to him all night.

No.

So, he haunts me.

We did not split because we were no longer in love... Yes, we were hitting "rocky" patches.. Yes, we were..

Lawddd, we were!

However, to just go like that?

You should see the face I am making now!!

What a hit.

We still talk.. alot.

He is my best friend and my worst enemy.

My current boyfriend came over last nite.. (whole other post!!)

I called him my ex's name..  NO!!! not during sex!!  Get your minds out the gutter!!  LOLZZZ~

I wish.. worse.. we were talking, it was kinda a heated discussion.. and I called him his name.
Probably, because when I get annoyed I am usually talking to him.. My ex, that is.

Needless to say, my boyfriend did NOT call today. Now, understand.. I dig my boyfriend.  I really do.  He is ALOT like me.  Which is good..and bad.
 He's pissed..and he should be.. A bitch know when she fcks up.. I fcked up.. I gotta deal with that.  I wouldn't call me either.  So, not like I can complain.

You should see the face I am making NOW!!!

What a trainwreck.. that hit a plane crash.. and went over a cliff..

When your Ex is in your life, ...can you REALLY move on??

3,000 miles just aint enough..

I need more miles!!

Fck You, Debbie!!!

"I Got a Fcken Story for That!"

Lawd!! My Lovlies...

I can't..

I am reading my sister and brother pages..and..they are bringing it!  Just WOW with them.  I gotta give props..

Now, with that said.. let us..as always..delve and get it on!

This is gonna be long.. just so ya'll know.. I got alot to say.  If you aint got the time... don't ride this ride!!

Let us start here.

My last post, was a bit flat.  Yes, I said what was up.. I gave no "me" though. 

I got a fcken story for that..

My sons father, he had a problem with gambling.  I didn't really know the exent.  I didn't even really know what was going on.  I found out.

I came home from work one day.  I walked across the street, to the door of our home.. There was a man outside..on a celly.. I heard him say "It is 6:00pm and she just got home".. (he also mentioned my son was in the house)

I was like??  It did not take long for me to get it.. this was ABOUT ME.. This was about my SON!

I walked up the stairs, my mind was racing... wtf did Jim do??  (names are NOT changed for the guilty) ..

I opened the door and I asked him.. "Why is there a man on a celly, reporting when I am coming home and that our son is in the house?"  I could see it.. right then.

He was fucked.

He said he was going to get ciggies..  I was just like, you BEST take care of this! Ciggies my ass!!  Take care of this.

He was gone about an hour.

Long time to get smokes..eh??  Ya.

Long story short..don't want to bore ya!!

Jim ended up embezzling 74,000 from his job..to cover his debts.  To save our lives.

He did federal time.

Our relationship..OVER.

So, the moral to this story is..simply..DON'T take it to the next level if you KNOW someone has a problem with gambling..  Don't.  Ya, see... they don't come after the debtor. They want he/she to pay.. they come after you and me..

Do you want to be you and me?

"The Smells of Love..Shit vs Tulips"

The reason I chose to head this blog "Sex and the Crossroads", is simply because we all find ourselves at continuous crossroads, of one form or another.  Crossroads are everywhere.  We find them in our love lives, our jobs, relationships with friends/family, and in our relationships with ourselves..

The list goes on and on, as we are always growing and evolving..    

I had put up a post earlier today, expressing how interactive I want OUR 'Crossroads' to be.

Please, do not get me wrong my Lovlies, I will always post random entries regarding things on my mind, things that I want to share with you.. I also, very much want ya'll to share what is on your mind, and things that you want to bring center stage.

Now, with that being said... Let us delve!

Relationships are work.

 No relationship is perfect, and there is always going to be a certain amount of bullshit that we need to deal with.  Let's be honest, we aren't always runnin' naked thru the tulips, makin' love and relishing in the wonder that is our mate!

 The thing is, when is the bullshit too much?  When does it become a chore, and the stench of crap is beginning to overpower the scent of tulips?

Unfortunately, most of the time we aren't aware of just how much shit our mate has backing up the bowl, until it runs over and spills out all over OUR floor.. When, I say this ~ I mean, we are already emotionally vested, and just 'walking away' isn't an option for us.  We feel the need to clean up the shit, polish the floor, and FIX that tank!  We tend to forget that some tanks are defective, and though we can replace some parts, and it works for awhile, it is going to break down again.. We will be cleaning more shit in the future.  How much shit do you want to clean?  How elbow deep in it are you willing to get? 

Whenever our mate has a serious problem with anything that requires a 12 step program, realize that this is NOT going to be easy.  I am not saying you should just abandon ship, I am saying you need to realize in no uncertain terms, just exactly what you are up against.  You need to research, fact find, TALK to your mate, and then make an educated decision based on the data you collected. You have to keep the decision process of where this relationship is going, and exactly how YOU fit in, in your head, and not your heart.

Gambling Addiction is a bitch.  It is one of the trickier addictions, because that 'big pay out!' is always looming right there...or so the addict thinks.  The money spent on 'hittin' the big one' could, at the very least..pay the rent!  However, the worse it gets..the WORSE it gets.   Bills, don't get paid and debt piles, bodily injury becomes a real fear.  Now, the addict finds themselves trying to win,  just to cover loss, and everything else isn't even so much of a thought. 

You know your man has a major problem with gambling, do not embark on a life together, until he takes care of his addiction.

 First and foremost, does he KNOW he has a problem?  No way anything is going to change, until the addict knows something has to.  You need to talk to your mate, about the good, the bad and the ugly.  You have to address things that potentially effect YOU.  You aren't being selfish, you aren't being unfeeling, you are being smart.  You must know your position, before you can decide whether or not you should even bother walking down this difficult road.  In the meantime, do not do any 'joint' ventures, do not move in together, and throw out the rose colored glasses of what 'could be' and focus on 'what is'...  Should your mate relinquish this addiction, and stay on the correct path..that will be your eventual 'what is'...and from there you can start to imagine what 'could be'..

Calling My Crossroads Lovelies!!!

Hello All!,

First off, I want to apologize for being away for so long..  Long story short, there has been a family crisis that has diverted my attention.

Now, those of you who follow these pages will probably have noticed that we all  kinda 'poofed'.. My Brother and Sister pages ~  Smalltown, Suburbs and The Endless Search, as well as these here Crossroads..

We really are a close knit group, and what effects one, effects us all...

I am happy to report, that we are getting back on track, and I thank you all for your patience xoxo..

Now, with that being said, and with no further ado.. Let's do this bitch! ;)

I have a vision for this page, I want it to be very interactive. 

I post based on life experience.  I am also HUGE on understanding oneself, and being the best we can possibly be.  This is soooo key to growing and flourishing in all of our relationships and how we love.

Now, as I mentioned above,  I want this page to be very interactive.  Let me elaborate..

  I want feedback and suggestions from my Lovelies!

I will absolutely post, what is on my mind, as I sit here, in front of my keyboard and just let it 'flow' so to speak.. lolz.

However, I want you all to feel free to talk to me, and communicate what is on your mind as well.

  I want to hear what topics you want discussed.

  I don't just want to post to my Lovelies, I want to interact with ya'll and help you with what is going on in your heads. 

Soooo, with that being said my Lovelies ~  comment on this here post, tell me what is on your mind, what do you want to have discussed on our Crossroads... No topic is off limits.. I am totally open..

This is your assignment, let's get the interactive part rolling..

   (I have a ruler, I'm not afraid to use it *spank* ;)

Looking forward to hear what you have to say, and posting! 

xo

"Pencil Dick"

...So, there we were rolling around the sheets, enjoying each other tremendously as we had done so many times before... He's an exquisite lover, incredibly selfless and very much in tune to what makes a woman purr.  His hands are large and rough from hard physical work, work that keeps his trim body taught and defined; however,  his touch is oh so soft and despite his strength his arms hold gentle...His 6 foot frame glides across my body with sublime grace.   He loves pleasuring a woman, and he is fabulous...

Imagine my surprise when he stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to the nightstand, where he then opened the drawer and presented a weird rubbery penis cover type thingie.
Now, I have absolutely no aversion to toys in the bedroom, but this thing was meant to go OVER his already perfect manhood to add umm, bulk.  It had these raised bumps all over it, supposedly for my er, pleasure...  He begins to cover his superb cock with this ridiculous contraption and I'm just sitting there like WTF, and thinking 'why on earth is he doing this?  Why would he rob me of his slippery warmth and substitute it with this cool, rubbery, bumpy ass mess?'...
...I was about to learn a VERY valuable lesson.

I said "Honey, what the hell are you doing?" He said "Remember when we had that fight last week and you called me 'pencil dick?'...Well, I bought this so that my dick would be fatter for you."  OMG, I did it this time.  I said "No, no, no! Come on! You KNOW I love your body just the way it is.  I told you I didn't mean that at all, and I was just mad.  I said something stupid, because I know that nothing is going to get to you like attacking you in your Mr., and that's all there is to that.  You hurt my feelings and I wanted to hurt yours back.  I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it bothered you this much.  I feel terrible." He continued to fumble with that stupid thing; I began kissing him lightly about his  neck and softly said  '"You know honey, we can make use of this, however, it most definitely does not belong covering you.  Hows about you put that on your finger and make other use of it."  He smiled and said "Yeh, I think that would be better."  Much.

You know, my stupid utterance, in a split second caused so many hurt feelings.  I don't even remember what it was that he had said to me that had me so upset that I went there with him.  I did however  manage to hurt his self esteem, make him question his sexual performance, give him very real feelings of inadequacy and worst of all made a chip in his overall trust in me.  Trust that I would never deliberately hurt him.  Trust in the fact that I was his 'safe' place; where, up until that point,  he could always be himself without ridicule.
My hit 'below the belt' was a most heinous act on my part, an act that no "I'm Sorry" could ever make better. 
You know those things we say when we are mad that we don't mean?  The things we say to hurt the other person because they hurt us and we want to hurt them just as bad, and ~ if possible worse?  Well,  if you are successful in doing so,  please remember and never forget that split second of satisfaction felt while shooting those venomous words can end up slowly poisoning your relationship, and try as you may to find an antidote ~ there isn't one.

Relation~Shipwrecks; "The Hide and go Pussy"

We all find ourselves single from time to time, some more then others ~ some less then others. Some of us by choice, some of us ~ not so much...

How we handle this, or in some cases I should say 'DON'T handle this' is open for discussion.  So, let us discuss.

This is such a vast topic, and only one of many that we are going to explore.
Well, we've got to start somewhere... and me thinks here is as good a place as any and a better place then most.
...With that being said, let's begin our journey down Sex and the Crossroads.
 

A very common relation~shipwreck is what I call 'The Hide and go Pussy'. This is something I see a lot and really can no longer be ignored.  It is a great example of someone who is NOT embracing singledom, and so NOT handling their business. 

For your consideration:

 I was talking to my friend Frankie the other day ~ he is in a relation~shipwreck with this person (for lack of a better word) whom I couldn't imagine sitting with for 5 minutes, let alone dating off and on for a few years as he has, and I believe still currently is. Oh, he tries to deny it, then trips himself up and gets mad. "It's none of your business anyway!" he spits out like a 5 year old.  Indeedy, spoken like a true Puss. 

...Anywho, to give you a better understanding of why this is a relation~shipwreck, let me tell you a bit about his girlfriend, whom I affectionately refer to as 'Lassie'. I gave her this clever little nickname 'cause her name is Celeste, SHE nicknamed herself ''Lessie".  I find this choice questionable on her part, considering Lessie isn't a very attractive person and its so like 'right there' to change that one little vowel (e to an a) thus getting the name of a dog.  'Lassie.'

Now, it's not  her obvious stupidity, nor her fascination with all things "Hello Kitty" at 30+ yrs old, and its not about her lack of physical beauty that makes her a sad choice for a mate. (though these things don't help)  Her personality is underwhelming. Her thought process is unable to follow, her self esteem is off the charts low, her cling factor is off the charts high, her pride is 0, and her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.  She is the type of person that if one were sitting at a bar having a drink and she tried to start up a conversation, I'm guessing like 95% of people would excuse themselves after 2 minutes and play pool. Alone.

  She actually says shit like 'I used to just like the color blue, but now I like all the colors!'  Really? Fascinating...  She has no problem letting the whole world know she is basically a meat suit controlled by her boyfriend, with absolutely no individuality to speak of, and has no qualms stating such over and over again on her web pages. She regurgitates sadness like: "I only like whatever my boyfriend likes and I only do whatever my boyfriend does or tells me to do".
 Now, speaking of webpages, let me share that my friend Frankie, aka Lassies 'boyfriend' has a photobucket account where he keeps pictures of people and things that he digs (yes, and your welcome for the explanation of photobucket...lol) ...noteworthy is that on his 4-5 pages of pics, cartoons, etc...There isn't 1 pic of Lassie. He has mostly random shit in there, however he does have a few photos of himself, his brother and making the grade; a photo of  his EX-girlfriend.  Yes, he has a photo of his ex-girlfriend in his photobucket, yet he doesn't have even 1 picture of, or group shot containing, his current g/f aka Lassie.  Lassie,  with whom he has been dating, as I mentioned, for several years.  When Lassie is asked about this type of behavior by Frankie, (and this is NOT an exception, it is the rule, when it comes to Frankies actions) Lassie will respond with some pathetic shit along the lines of 'I think its nice that he has a picture of his ex girlfriend up, it shows that he has a heart and is capable of committing to someone'  Uh  Ohs, and Um Yeh... ~  I would find that disturbing at best and grounds for his immediate dismissal. What is this person thinking?  What kind of nice?  How is that 'nice'?  The only way something like that is ever acceptable is if  the ex had passed away, then and only then would I be ok with it, and that's  providing there  BEST be a pic of my shining face in that bucket too, or right back to immediate dismissal.
Now, be advised that Frankie is still in love with his ex g/f, I know, I know ~ quite obvious from the photobucket story.  However, one doesn't have to speculate, he openly admits it.  He openly admits it  to Lassie.  Yes, he tells her that he still loves his ex and always will.  
 Lassie on Frankie still being in love with his ex:  ...and she sunk to a new personal low when she penned out this mess that she posted under a picture of Frank and herself:  'she may hold your heart, but I hold your body' ...Oh Lassie...  She defines what never to be.
 
What we have here is a wonderful example of a relation~shipwreck; classification 'The Hide and go Pussy'. 
There is Frank whom, when I question him "Why and how on earth he can stand her? She is painful!" he simply  says "What am I supposed to do?  Go to a bar or a club and go up to a girl and say "Hi, how are you doing?" I said "You can start there..."
 His feelings on that;  'Uuggghhhh, hell no!  I don't want to do that.  I don't want to start this shit ALL OVER AGAIN.  Who can be bothered? It's such a pain in the ass. This is just easier.  I can't be bothered with all of it, getting to know a new person, and that is if you get that far...
...First there is going out on endless dates and spending all kinds of money, just to face rejection or disappointment.  Awkward conversations when you arn't feeling them and have to end it, even more awkward still, when they end it with you... and on and on and on...'   He knows what he is getting with Lassie, no surprises ~ no broken heart.  She runs when he calls and takes all his shit.  Easy.
I can't say that he is totally wrong, he has points.  The problem here is, he didnt stay single long enough to develop a good relationship with himself. He has no single self left, if he had, he could never settle for this utter mediocrity.  Single Frank doesn't exist anymore, and therefore can't protest the 'easy'. He can't fight for the 'butterflies' when his hand accidently brushes hers, he can't fight for great conversations that turn seconds into hours.  Lovemaking that actually leaves your hair dripping with sweat and you both giddy with exhaustion.  You don't get this with 'Easy'.  Never with easy.  This would be why Frankie (I mean ALL the Frankies out there) without making change within themselves,  are doomed to a life of Lassies, God Forbid.
 
I marvel at how he can look at her unattractive face, as she rambles on about 'Hello Kitty' and 'all the colors she now embraces' while agreeing with him about everything, including him loving his ex... and basically bringing nothing to the table except for some places for him to stick his dick.

Hide and go pussy.  The art of hiding away in a 'safe' relationship.  A relationship that can never grow and blossom, one where the heart is kept safe because when it comes right down to it, the only thing we would lose if the 'Lassie' in the relationship left ~ is time.  Oh, so precious time, time that could have been spent growing, laughing, learning...Time spent exploring people, places and things.  Time spent working on our relationships with ourselves, instead of avoiding that whole remarkable part of us and opting to be in a relation~shipwreck with a 'Lassie' for the sole reason of avoiding ourselves and being alone.
 Doesn't sound so good when its broken down like that, does it?  There is a reason for that, it isn't.