Brenda Kastning

Robby,
I just learned that you’ve resurfaced by trashing a recent post.

Repenting, there are a lot of ways to compensate for your conscience.
Just never ever die with regrets.
There are 2 Brenda Kastning in US Bonduel, WI, and Capron, IL.

See the followings if it rings a bell. (all add 3w at front).
Better die in glamor with efforts settling your mind than to die rotten with regrets in misery.
Even if the one you can’t actually locate, person with the same name or same birthday however bears some similar traits.
And it may be hard to get people understand and forgive, but never be hard onto your own self.

facebook.com/people/Brenda-Kastning/100000632620066

usatoday.com/money/economy/2008-01-15-3677522660_x.htm

rrstar.com/news/x469070145
(at 11:42 a.m)

Robby,
we always have debts we unknowingly left behind, and we have to solve it somehow.
It’s the hate that killing all of us.

I know that many women out there calling their ex-hubby devil, while they themselves are haunting their own lives by living sarcastically, usually alone eventually too, depressively or with those shadow people or boogey men.
No matter we are guily or not, we did stamp a mark in their history of life.
Only that who are victims, I think that both parties are.

To complain in a way to demand more perfect, but usually coming up with argument and hate.
One can already see the limit of tolerance nowadays already gone down to a very young age too.
Everyone is there crying out loud for freedom.

Needless to say, man and woman are as if two different species, to give and to take.
A X and a Y. It’s just hard to be equal.
As if love and hate, it’s just walking on thin ice. It’s hard to tell what’s next.

What I did, was that I typed in my ex-love’s name on Facebook, and found her, her photo behind her smile with her small birthday cake, was her sad eyes. (I still remember her birthdate)
But she was supposed to be married many years back after she had dumped me just a few months, so why those sad eyes.

I had already forgiven her long ago for hurting me so bad.
But just in case she still hates me, so I wrote her a long letter, telling her not to hate anyone.

She didn’t reply, and that’s fine too, I’ve just done my part to ease mine if any guilty feelings of mine should there be.
As we can’t always do what others expect us to be, but at least we can do what we feel right.