Monthly Archive for January, 2010

Shit Happens!

Shit happens! Heck…it happens over and over again…

Ask yourself now - “What am ‘I’ gonna do about it?”

Everyone knows their the answer to this question.

You know i’m not lying. Try those answers. Ask yourself this question every single morning.

Coz when you stop asking, you stop doing.
When you stop doing you stop failing. If you don’t fail enough, you don’t get what you want.
100 hits to the stone, don’t stop at the 99th. : )
Good luck fellow souls. GoD bless you.

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rape

Well i got married about a year ago. She had a daughter named brittany. Brittany was sixteen. I went into her room to check on her while her mother was at work. She was supposed to be asleep. She was using a vibrator… it made me horny. I went over to her and started kissing her. She was naked i got naked we fuck she pregnant. I wanna do it again and again. It was nice.

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Sucks

i have struggled with heaving drinking and drug use for the last 25 years, had a lot of good times but it became a dependence that I ‘default’ just out of sheer habit and boredom. So, keep in mind, that problem remains throughout my story. I fell passionately in love/lust with my wife in ‘96, we were extremely attracted to each other for about the ‘usual’ 1.5 -2 years. Then her accusations of my involvement with employees (female) started. She loved me, or she was obsessed with me, maybe a combination of both. We got married, had one child, built a business and had a lot of money, or so we thought. I knew ‘things’ weren’t always connected between the two of us. Two years ago she turned into a teenager again at the age of 35, she spent tons of money and simultaneously quit paying the bills and became involved with an 18year-old employee. She bought a dog that pissed all over our furniture and carpet, costs us thousands. She had our home remodeled after the dog damage and we spent 25 thousand dollars. She didn’t pay payroll taxes and the IRS demanded 40 thousand dollars, she moved out. The house is still unfinished. I had to sell the business just to break even with the debt where she did not pay the bills. I lost my business. I lost my wife (at the time to an 18 year old moron), my son went with her, I am stuck with two years back taxes to pay, and her business that she opened on the side and emotionally talked me into co-signing the note that she cannot pay:40 more thousand. I finally got 2007 taxes done, owe 13 thousand on that.About 4 months ago she was kind enough to give me “some lovin” if u know what i mean, then she borrowed my credit card to fill up the gas tank, 4 thousand dollars later, she claims I was not communicating with her,(she mentioned nothing of her credit card use). Life still sucks.

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I hate life

You know how people say that God never gives you more then you can handle well sometimes I beg to differ. Lets see here a couple of years ago I got charged with a hit and run n couldn’t drive for a year; my dad tells me not to so much get a speeding ticket in the next like three years…. What do I do get a DUI. So there goes $1500 for a lawyer and who knows what else after I go to court here in a month.Then i was out with these guys and we hit some ice and got into an accident and I had to go to the ER and get 18 stiches. Also I couldn’t remember the last time I had a period and went in and turns out I’m pregnant and am due in April turns out I’m already at 27 weeks. Now I have no idea what I should do I can’t throw more shit at my parents and I can’t have a kid. but when you can actually see your kid and can feel it kicking how do you just get an abortion; by the way it’s a boy…. I am completely lost and don’t know what to do. And to top it all off the guy that I thought it was; there is no way it could be his cause I wasn’t talking to him at the time so now I have no idea. All I want to do is drink and pretend this isn’t real but turns out I’m pregnant. Life sucks…

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Sucks bein prego

Well, it all started one weekend I was at my boyfriends house. His parents were gone for a week so we were just there hanging out. Then, I had to go pee. I went to the bathroom and sat down. I was off my period. YAY! I came out and he was horny. Now three months I’m pregnant. My parents still don’t know. I’m married now (I’m 16) and pregnant. LESSON: USE TROJON CONDOMS!!!

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I really really hate my life

I have lived with my sister for 4 years helping her take care of her three kids. They moved into a house where there is no room for me. I have no job, no car, no cell phone, no place to live, I dont even have $1 to buy a coke. I have no insurance and can’t go to the doctor or dentist. I have terrible excema that makes my whole body itch all day. My face looks like I have leprosy. I have a cavity that is killing me. I sleep on couches when I can. I am driving my brother’s old car that is going to break down any day. I am 32 years old and have no boyfriend or anyone that will even talk to me when they find out what a loser I am. I live out of plastic containers. I hate my life so much.

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Birthday

Today is my birthday, and my family always go out for dinner, and eat at the restaurant we chose. But my dad told me that today was the only time to have some of his employees over to our house and have dinner and work something on the computer, and that we will have the dinner the day after my birthday. So I agree, because I thought it will probably only take few hours, but I don’t think it will at all. So to top it all off, my dad still hasn’t say happy birthday to me, and we probably won’t have any cake today either. But the only birthday present I got is from my best friend. :(

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My life suck too, deal with it, if you find out how let me know. . .

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Why?

I am forty.. and for the life of me, can’t remember an easy period of my life.
I grew up moving every year to a different state. My parents were alcoholics, and since I was the oldest girl.. I was also the maid, babysitter, cook etc. I wasn’t allowed to have friends at all. So, I turned to religion. There I found Jesus and he became my best friend. Then at the age of 18 I went out on a date and was date raped by my future husband. I ended up marrying him because I became pregnant. And because of my “religious beliefs” which I now know was nonsense. We had 3 children together. He was very abusive and an addict. I left after my oldest, whom was 5 at the time wanted us to leave. My children and I were moved into several different safe houses because he kept following us. I have worked 2 to 3 jobs for many years supporting my small family. We have been homeless a couple of times.. Ofcourse, there was no child support and the children understood when Santa didn’t come. Or when they didn’t get what they asked Santa for. I have had to cook food without electricity or gas. We had no heat for a couple of seasons..and food was really hard to come by. Although there was food stamps at times..there was no way to get to the grocery store.
After 2 years, he died of a drug overdose. I’ve raised my children by myself. I’ve seen the look of pain through the eyes of little people that I have loved so much more than myself, that I had prostituted myself to a man just to pay the rent.
I am so very tired. Now, my children are getting older. My oldest is a firefighter.. my younger two are still in school but cause no problems for me. HOwever, It would be so very nice.. so very nice indeed.. to not have to worry about how the bills will be getting paid next month. It would be so very nice..not to have ever saw the look of disapointment from my children when I could not purchanse them new shoes for school, or a new backpack.
I do not drink, do not do drugs, do not have any friends (takes time), and do not date. All of my time is spent just trying to raise my children. And.. I am so very tired.

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