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I am Caryn Dossantos. I am recently divorced from Palm Beach County Sheriff's Office Deputy Marcel Dossantos, an unrepentant SERIAL domestic abuser. The Palm Beach County Sheriff's Office does not care.
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A Passing Bell


MOURNFULLY to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; What did you say, my dear? The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob- Yes, my love, I hear.


One lonely bell, one only, the storm-tossed afternoon is braving, Why not let it ring? The roses lean down when they hear it, the tender, mild Flowers of the bleeding-heart fall to the throb- It is such a little thing!


A wet bird walks on the lawn, call to the boy to come and look, Yes, it is over now. Call to him out of the silence, call him to see The starling shaking its head as it walks in the grass- Ah, who knows how?


He cannot see it, I can never show it him, how it shook- Don't disturb him, darling. -Its head as it walked: I can never call him to me, Never, he is not, whatever shall come to pass. No, look at the wet starling.


~ D.H. Lawrence. 1885-1930

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Nochyu mokraya ptitsa nikogda ne letaet. A wet bird never flies at night. -unknown [old Russian proverb]


A wet bird never flies at night. They don't? Do they?


I’m not broken… I’m shattered.

Posted by wet bird | Under Uncategorized Monday Jan 25, 2010

I found something on another blog dealing with a break-up. A lot was going on there that obviously doesn’t apply to me, but there were some common things, and just universal truths I think in this situation. So I have plucked some thoughts out as they express a lot of what I have and am going through.

You say you love me… but you don’t. You love someone I can’t be, you love someone you want me to be, but you don’t love who I am, in fact, you hate me.

I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you expected, everything you wanted from me is everything that I could never be, that is why it’s so frustrating for you, I understand, but you don’t love me. You love someone I can’t be.

We have to carry on.
I have to carry on, because I can’t live this way…

I’m not broken… I’m shattered.

1 Comment »

Buster:

What is ironic is that my wife could have written this about me and it would be pretty accurate (except the hate part, I don’t hate her).

But I don’t love her. I do love someone she can’t be. But what I wanted from her, was, I don’t think unreasonable.

I wanted a wife I could trust, who would be faithful and treat me like a Christian woman should treat a Christian husband.

So no, she couldn’t give me what I expected, what I wanted from her, she could never be.

But I don’t think that what I wanted was too much to ask for. An honest, faithful, loving wife.

January 27th, 2010 | 7:52 am
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