my life is sucking bcoz havenot mum..
she refused my father.. may tat was fate.. but what the wrong am did? have two sisters.. ho much difficulties had my father to grow us..want tell my god pls take care of my dad.. also take me soon.. no words to tell the pain.. really my life is sucking………
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ok so incase u’ve read my other post(do u think my life sucks)u no the basic part of my life but idk…neways im 11(15 days til im 12)i cut my familys broke and my dad has a rlly bad temper he 1time got rlly mad and threw a skoolbook at my bros head with me watching(im so amazed im not crying rite now but it will happend sum times 2nite)i have a super bad skin condition messed up mind 2 lolz er…i dun rlly have anything else to say rite now but if u eva wanna talk my email is llizzie9990@hotmail.com |
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i hate my life my mom is really “GOOD FRIENDS” with my uncles bestfriend and he is 19 years old she is 30 going on 31 next week i hate this and i dont know what to do i need serious help my family is crazy i am the only sane one in the house thank GOD |
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Well, I really don’t know where to start. I’m starting to think my existence on this earth just wasn’t meant to be. When I am out walking I’ll often look to the sky and pray a meteor will strike me or if I’m in a car I sometimes hope the 18wheelers would just hit the car. I’m getting severly depressed and can’t seem to get my life in order. This all just really sucks and makes me question my existence. |
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I’ve been trying to tell “that girl” that I love her for a while now and decided TODAY WAS THE DAY! But I stuttered when speaking, so I wrote script on my computer to have her computer say it for me. And when she received the code that said it, she got “scripting error: does not match”…. |
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MY MOM IS A SINGLE PARENT & ALTHOUGH SHE DOES EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO GIVE US WHAT SHE DIDN’T HAVE SHE ALWAYS BUT SHE ALWAYS PUTS HER ‘WOMAN’ ABOVE US (HER KIDS) NO MATTER WHAT. |
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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. |
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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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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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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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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 am forty.. and for the life of me, can’t remember an easy period of my life. |
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Well my parents never really established a place to live where there child would be born, grow up and finich school and stuff, well that happyy normal crap just never happened to me. I spent my years moving through continent to other to know i have lived in Africa, Europe and America… Everybody think I should be happy, I have money, house, and a family… Well thats crap, Im not happy not att all. my parents seem to be some control freaks who want me to be the perfect child, with the perfect hear and perfect shoes, I know people are |
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I have been trying so hard to get good grades in school and now I am a senior at college, about to graduate next semester with an excellent GPA. I had recently had a final interview with one company. They were supposed to call me yesterday, but they didn’t, so I contacted them. They told me that it is taking more time for the decision making. I contacted the other guy who had a same interview and he told me that they have already offered him the position last Saturday. I have just set it up the goal. I will make myself successful and I will destroy that company in the future. I will take all of their clients away and make them regret about their decision of not hiring me. I felt that I was smarter than the other guy they hired, but oh well.. I lost some beliefs in myself. I thought I would deserve something better than this from all the efforts that I made through my life. |
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My life, a big time, sucks a lot. I tried so hard so far but it is not going anyware. I came from poor family(my dad can’t even afford 100$ for books). I put more hardwork studying, working nightouts and got in a degree in hand. Now whatever i try nothing is working for me since 7 years.On top of that recently i got leg injury for which i can’t move my leg for 3 months and surgery also. i dont know why they say dreams come true, they never come. |
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There are times when in our heart we know the right thing to do… You took her hand…and assured her that you gonna make everything all right And then from a new end with a new resolution you start fighting again… But you kept your goodness alive….protecting your ‘baby’ like some guardian angel… And then one fine day…you see some warriors coming your way…giving you your much deserved accolade… and then when you turn around and you can see your sweetheart realizing the mistakes… And then when the bloody battle is over…(mind it for the people) you still on front… In the end you got what was promised to you by the “Mightiest of all” (find the cliché or ask me) “Sure she wasn’t a baby anymore”….you sighed and told your self |
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I remember when life was so happy and mom and dad would hug and kiss and each Tuesday my brother mom dad and i would go to the mall together and i would go to the hello kitty store and my brother would go to the sticker machines.Ha ha ha! Life rocked and every morning my mom would make me blueberry muffins that tasted so good.My dad kinda spoiled us but moderately.One day he told me to make a wish and i wished 4 a dog and the next day he came home with a little puppy!!! I miss those days so much.Then we moved to a new house and life went to hell.Im realy young to be writing this(im eleven)but whatever.It started when we skipped Tuesdays once and awhile and then it grew to more and more and my parents asked my brother and i if we could do Tuesday on Saterday.(at these times i was only 5&6)I didnt want to but we did and we never had those days ever again.Then mom and dad started to have arguments and then they would sream at eachother and hit and throw stuff and mom kept getting very very sick and puking and taking pills(idk if they were drugs or not but i think it was judt a medication)My parents would knock over glass vases and i would start crying and hide.Now im traumitized from the noise and i kinda break down wen i hear it.then my parents would get in such big arguements that my dad would leave and my mom would sit crying in her room. I would stay up waiting 4 my dad to come back trembling and tearing. Then i would write letters to god asking nhim to bring back Tuesdays and daddy and stop the argueing.It never worcked.Dad would come back late at night smelling like beer at times.Eventually the arguement got so big my dad would take us with him to a hotel all night and take us to school in the morning. I was in kinder and my bro went to pre.My life is all blurred in this area except some parts to personal 2 say.We moved to a new house later.(wer i live now-we moved wen i was in 2nd grade.)They still argued and then Valentines day came.My dad sed he had a buisness trip.he left for a looong time.He wouldnt answer phone calls and we wer just move in to our new home.we slept on the floors.my mom would wake my brother and i up at 3 in the morning and drive all around town pointlessly.One day my I heard my dad came bak and to meet him in hte church.(my bro and i now went to a catholic school–I was in 2nd and he was in 1st)We went there and he sed he got us a new mommy and she was in the church and he wunted us to show her how well we prayed.so we went in and prayed came out and there was a chick less than half his age in his arms.I was going to be a brat but i was to kind.i sed hi and we went out 4 lunch.l8ter my dad took my bro and i home.my dad was staying in a hotel with her.bla bla bla all this stuff happened and my dad kicked my mom out.She started to live in this little condo on a nice little golf course.We would visit on weekends.Later she couldnt afford it anymore.Now shes a hohbo that i hardly ever get to see in Sandiego.I lived with my dad and my new stepmom.I used to always pray and think of god and draw picture in this little journal and i would show my dad.One day he was out with his gf (wen she moved in he would NEVER pay attention or support us at all)And i showed him a picture i drew and he sed” oh ya thats her stupid little book she writes her prayers in!” And they both started to laugh.I was so sad that i threw the book away and i never prayed again.Later they started arguing and my dad thot i didnt care cuz i was ”used” to it.And i was getting sick of life so i stopped talking to every one. i wouldnt talk 2 my dad only sometimes. I did talk to my bro but i NEVER talked to his girlfrend.She started out getting realy mad and then i would laugh at her.then since she started to argue with my dad she started to suck up to me like a pathetic little leech because she knew if i liked her my dad wouldnt kick her out.and my plan worcked she was OUT.I realy didnt mind her that much mbut i am not stupid. I stopped talking at first as a test to see if she realy ”loved us”.Then i realized she didnt i was her tool to staying and i didnt want to be. so bam.She left.But karma came back around and i was living with me my bro and my dad.I have to make dinner for everyone and do all the laundry and all the cleaning and teach my little bro manners.I get in trouble for everything my dad treats me like **** at most times.My bro will leave a mess an i pay 4 it. In the end everything comes back down on me.If i am completely exausted and make dinner a little late im in huge trouble.And after all this my family has a reunion (my other parts of my family) and my dad has the nerve–HE HAS THE NERVE TO ASK MY AUNT 4 PARENTING ADVICE!!!! |
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Its not that my life sucks so much, I guess you could say that I’m just more annoyed at it than anything. I suppose for some strange reason I’m just not ready to grow up, and yet, I have and I need to get used to it, and I’m working on that. I’m 23, I just recently graduated from college. Well, that would be all fine and dandy and the fireworks would cheer. Problem is, I did it in the middle of an economic crisis. Have I found a job yet? Of course not, nobody is going to hire anybody who doesn’t have experience, are you crazy? But its every bodies *favorite* question. Especially when its asked by my coworkers at the dead end job I’m working at. But I’m looking, and honestly that’s all I can do in a situation like this. However, to change the subject a little bit, if there not asking me if I have a job, there asking me when my boyfriend of 4 years is going to propose or get married to me. Would I be horrible if I said I think I’ve secretly come to the conclusion that I want a wedding and not a marriage? Its not that I don’t love him. I just want my special day and care free commitment to a life long decision. I love him, I just don’t feel I need unnecessary pressure in my life. Unfortunately that’s sort of how I view a marriage, unnecessary pressure to a good relationship. However, I still have that childhood fantasy of walking down the aisle and later on cutting into a large cake. Can’t I just have a mock wedding on my birthday and call it a birthday present to myself? I’d still get cake, presents, and everybody would be paying attention to me. The perfect birthday. At the same time I’m thousands in debt with my student loans right now… In the middle of an economic crisis. Of course I wont have the time to get married or have kids for that matter. I’ll be too busy paying off my debt at the dead end job I’m working at. I suppose I just need to grow up, take it all in and deal with it. And I keep telling myself day in and day out that things will get better, something will happen and I’ll find my way. After all our parents did it and thousands of other people have been through worse than I have. I’ll make it somehow. At least I have a degree, that’s more than most people can say. At least I have a strong relationship, even if I am afraid of commitment, that’s better than some people. But still, I wish I could take a wand and make all the noisy people go away and just do what I want to do. |
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well my dad passed away a year ago come the 7th, after a quick illness. i still can\’t believe it all happened. i tried my hardest to keep it together all this time. i have no one. just my daughter, and i don\’t feel it\’s fair to lay all of this on her. my mom\’s whole family fell off the face of the earth within a 3 year period. my dad\’s family are all money hungry, all they wanted to know, after he died was who was going to get what! he didn\’t have much…they even wanted one of his trees cut down so, get this, so they could carve a totum pole…give me a break! a totum pole, really! it\’s weird to think of myself as an orphan, when I\’m a grown adult, but that\’s truely how i feel….completely alone! if anything ever happened to my daughter i would loose my mind! |
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well, my dad turned out to be a great grandfather. my daughter adored him, which was helpful, since her father is a giant losser! he was working on his phd when we got married, then he started using meth, and has never put down the pipe! when he started hitting me i left. then his family blamed me for his ‘depression’ they were too stupid to see he was on drugs….everything was my fault. needless to say my daughter has had limited contact with her father’s family. of course her father hasn’t paid a dime of child support! i have supported her 100% for the last 11 years. the 3 years before that he worked for 1 1/2 years, and we were on welfare the other 1 1/2 years. she just graduated jr hi. he didnt even freaking get her a card!!!! i can’t belive what a freaking losser he is, he can afford cigs, and let me pay for his dinner after the grad ceremony, and i didn’t even realize he didn’t even get her a card until a couple of days later! I haven’t mentioned it to her, trying not to put energy into his pathetic excuses for parenting. |
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