When you lose [random non bike stuff]

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So tell me ladies and gents and anything in between...
How does one cope when we lose something very dear to them - Ie
your partner leaves you
You can't find your lucky socks
You lose your ring in the toilet while wiping

[trying to keep this light hearted... I'm coming into the 3rd phase of my grieving process.. peace, calm and comtemplation.. i've already had yesterday which was utter devastation, feeling lost and generally just fukced up, today the anger, furstration and depression..]

Tell me what you've lost and how you dealt with it..


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I am a girl after all.. so of course this would have to be a girly thread!

Sorry you lost it/ her/ him/ that.


I always feel good after a very long bike ride:D.

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What's with all the bumping [& jumping]

A few people here are bumping legitimate threads above the spam.

A few people here are bumping legitimate threads above the spam.
"i never mind about the foreplays. I am an indian fellow, and we indian fellows we dont' worry about the foreplayings, we go straight to the bumping and jumping" - From the book Shantaram..

How do you lose your ring in the dunny? its easy to find your ring....it's the GUEST OF HONOUR FFS hahahahah gawd I'm funny !!!

seriously the other morning I was running late and couldnt find my HRM and spent 15 minutes looking for it. Pays to get your sh!t together the night before, hey :confused:

Oh, and a few years ago my partner and I split up... I had a weight problem- hers; 140 kgs of something which would make a Japanese fisherman salivate...
I am still single. I will only be happy with a girl who can understand exercise and not be afraid of it. So she was a huge loss....

So tell me ladies and gents and anything in between...
How does one cope when we lose something very dear to them - Ie
your partner leaves you
You can't find your lucky socks
You lose your ring in the toilet while wiping

[trying to keep this light hearted... I'm coming into the 3rd phase of my grieving process.. peace, calm and comtemplation.. i've already had yesterday which was utter devastation, feeling lost and generally just fukced up, today the anger, furstration and depression..]

Tell me what you've lost and how you dealt with it..


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I am a girl after all.. so of course this would have to be a girly thread!
The first time I couldnt find my lucky socks - I turned to drugs and alcohol ....., but now I have learnt to live without my lucky socks and now that I have done that I find that I have more lucky socks in my drawer.

Just keep walking on the path, it's the price of an education.

Oh, and a few years ago my partner and I split up... I had a weight problem- hers; 140 kgs of something which would make a Japanese fisherman salivate...
I am still single. I will only be happy with a girl who can understand exercise and not be afraid of it. So she was a huge loss....
How can you be with someone and not love them for the whole.. not for what you want them to look like. And if she put it on while you were together.. did you actually encourage her and help her to lose it.. or just call her a fat ass?

Shallow Hal?

Well, she didn't like my cycling at all... in the mornings when I put on the lycra to ride to work she would look at me the way a normal wife would look at her hubby when he grabs his golf clubs... it was obviously something she despised.
Funnily enough, on the one day each week I drove to work,
I would get home only 8 mins earlier than riding... (43 ks)
It's not that I'm a time triallist like Michael Rogers, just that on the bike-path, I only got 3 sets of traffic lights !!
She must have thought when I drove, I stopped somewhere along the way just to make it seem that 2 wheels was same as 4, for commuting time.
Weekend rides were only a Saturday morn bunch ride- home by 10:30, never later.
I know of lots of guys who spend most of Saturday playing golf. Leaving Missus to ferry kids to soccer/footy and juggle grocery shopping as well. "What the hell, I bought her a nice big Pajero...that's my contribution!!" they say.
When I got home from the Saturday session, after a quick shower, we would spend the entire weekend together with the kids.

But with her weight problem, she had no understanding of the concept of exercise.

Am I shallow ? You can call it like you see it. If you think I am, I won't argue. You are perfectly entitled to your opinion.
But I won't bother looking for a lady, like I said, single and happy to stay that way.

Well, she didn't like my cycling at all... in the mornings when I put on the lycra to ride to work she would look at me the way a normal wife would look at her hubby when he grabs his golf clubs... it was obviously something she despised.
Funnily enough, on the one day each week I drove to work,
I would get home only 8 mins earlier than riding... (43 ks)
It's not that I'm a time triallist like Michael Rogers, just that on the bike-path, I only got 3 sets of traffic lights !!
She must have thought when I drove, I stopped somewhere along the way just to make it seem that 2 wheels was same as 4, for commuting time.
Weekend rides were only a Saturday morn bunch ride- home by 10:30, never later.
I know of lots of guys who spend most of Saturday playing golf. Leaving Missus to ferry kids to soccer/footy and juggle grocery shopping as well. "What the hell, I bought her a nice big Pajero...that's my contribution!!" they say.
When I got home from the Saturday session, after a quick shower, we would spend the entire weekend together with the kids.

But with her weight problem, she had no understanding of the concept of exercise.

Am I shallow ? You can call it like you see it. If you think I am, I won't argue. You are perfectly entitled to your opinion.
But I won't bother looking for a lady, like I said, single and happy to stay that way.

So she has issues with you spending so much time away from her - I get that.. meaning i know people who are like that. I can understand if she put on weight and then it became an issue. was she always big?
Hey good on ya, if you're happy sunshine then y do u need someone, right?
For me I now don't have time to even think of my ex - and i guess now too.. not that he was fat, but i love cycling - my hours are work, cycle, study - and he's really not a fitness person.. i always wanted him to come with us.. just for a social ride but he passed.. so i understand how you found it difficult.

I guess what I was getting at was more - how i perceived - your post seeming very superficial and shallow.

Anyhoo.. the past is the past right!!!

I don't know how to take this thread...you serious or just f***ing around???:confused::confused::confused:

What/who did you lose?

I lost my virginity....does that count? :D

I don't know how to take this thread...you serious or just f***ing around???:confused::confused::confused:

What/who did you lose?
A little from column A and a little from Column B.

I think when i started this thread, I was being an emotional chick.
Had just done a "in a BIG hurry" move from my house, so lost that, then also lost my freedom and sanity coz i'm staying with my parents for the time being, then my bf at the time broke things off.. so lost that [in hindsight it's not a loss after all] AND now i've lost my social life [also not a bad thing really] due to working more on cycling and now also combining full time work with study.

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And how did you feel when you lost your virginity? Actually.. DON'T answer that!

...And how did you feel when you lost your virginity? Actually.. DON'T answer that!Hitchy was so happy he rang his mates to boast...pity he was alone when it happened...:p:p

A little from column A and a little from Column B.

I think when i started this thread, I was being an emotional chick.
Had just done a "in a BIG hurry" move from my house, so lost that, then also lost my freedom and sanity coz i'm staying with my parents for the time being, then my bf at the time broke things off.. so lost that [in hindsight it's not a loss after all] AND now i've lost my social life [also not a bad thing really] due to working more on cycling and now also combining full time work with study.
OK a little uneditored exerpt from my book:

"I came home from my ride not know what was waiting for me inside. I entered the house and was immediately struck by the silence, given my children would normally have swamped me at the door. Michelle was standing in the kitchen and had a greave look on her face. She smiled awkwardly and asked me how my ride was. I chatted briefly with her and could feel that something was wrong. I asked her "what's up" and she just said, "have a shower and I'd like to have a chat." I walked through the house and the lack of children began to make me feel uneasy...Where were they? I took a shower and came back out to the kitchen where Michelle was standing behind the breakfast counter. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it as if someone was beating a drum inside my head.

I said, "OK kid, what's up?" She looked up from the bench, looked me in the eyes and said, "I don't love you anymore and I want to leave you," and with those simple words a wave a pain unlike any I'd ever experienced engulfed me. The feeling of sureality was overwhelming and I burst into tears weaping uncontrollably. I begged her to give us another chance, but she stood steadfast and kept saying, "I'm sorry, it's over!"

I walked to the lounge room and sat on the couch weaping into hands and she sat beside me and place her hand on my leg and said again, "I'm so sorry." I pushed her hand away and the best insult I could offer was, "don't touch what you can't afford". I'm not sure to this day if she thought I was serious or joking...perhaps I don't know myself.

After a while Michelle stood up and said, "I've taken the children to a safe place and I'm going keep them there until you calm down and we can talk sensibly." She then walk to her car and drove off, leaving me sitting on the couch weaping uncontrallably. The pain becoming more intense as the reality of the situation became more clear. She had gone and taken my children...and they weren't coming back. I immediately felt claustrophobic, something which has never happened to me before. My breathing became shallow and the walls started closing in on me so I opened ever door and window and switched on all of the lights.

I sat on the couch for what seemed minutes but was, in fact, 7 hours crying and repeating, "please no, this can't be happening." A huge part of me died that day and to this day I can't face that event without reliving the enormous pain that I suffered.

As darkness fell, I tried to make something to eat, but after taking one bite of a sandwich began to dry reach into the kitchen sink. I decided that I needed to walk and get out of the house so headed for the beach path. Not really thinking about where I was going, rather focusing on my pain and my loss I headed north along Beach Rd, when suddenly I realised I was sitting on a seat looking at the Spirit of Tasmania departing her birth in Port Melbourne...had I really walked from Sandringham?

I began to walk back when the pain hit me again and I fell to my knees and was crying uncontrallibly again, but this time was in the middle of the bike path. As I looked through my hands at the ground I noticed a pair of feet standing in front of me. I looked up to see two very confused members of Police looking down at me. The older member (probably 22yo) asked me if I OK. Clearly I was not. They helped me to my feet and sat me on a public seat and started asking for my person details. After several attempts to explain myself I burst into tears again and blurted out, "The bitch has left me". I think they both wanted be anywhere else but there at that point in time......"

OK a little uneditored exerpt from my book:"
Interesting - I'm not sure what to feel. I know both sides of that story [minus the kids bit]. My "losses" really aren't anything to write home about, just at the time i wasn't doing well.. but hey shit happens.

Is that an autobiography?

Interesting - I'm not sure what to feel. I know both sides of that story [minus the kids bit]. My "losses" really aren't anything to write home about, just at the time i wasn't doing well.. but hey shit happens.

Is that an autobiography?Not an autobiography, rather a diary on the first 12 months after the separation. The book is aimed primarily at men so the majority of women will probably take offence.

One of the main themes running through the book though is that no one's loss is more or less than anyone elses, rather it's different. Everyone deals with grief differently. PLUS, I do include a recipe for a killer Osso Buco that is guarenteed to get sex...with a woman when cooked as part of a romantic dinner!;):rolleyes: Hasn't failed me yet!

I was very lucky I had a few angels come into my life at this time...:D:D:D:D

One of the main themes running through the book though is that no one's loss is more or less than anyone elses, rather it's different. Everyone deals with grief differently.

So very very true.! I agree 100% or 110% even.

Regarding Angels - those who have such a helping hand, are blessed :)