As part of its Bearing Witness 2.0 project, the Huffington Post is rounding up a few of the best local stories of the day. Attila Streyar and his toddler daughter Layla are homeless reports Barbara Grijalva of Tucson's KOLD News, ...... the rest of his fellow Soldiers in Company D, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry Regiment will delay story time for the next year, but a program offered by the USO at Camp Buehring will allow the father and daughter to stay connected. ...BALTIMORE -- A new father missed his daughter's birth because he was possibly infected with the H1N1 flu. Thursday, October 29, 2009. ... Related To Story. father misses birth. Video: H1N1 Prevents Father From Seeing Birth ...BALTIMORE -- A new father missed his daughter's birth because he was possibly infected with the H1N1 flu. Thursday, October 29, 2009.While no positive identification has been made, Somer's father Samuel Thompson said detectives had identified a circular birthmark on his daughter's shin. Thompson wept as he spoke with the Times-Union by phone from his North Carolina ..... Been following the story since it broke and wishing I could search for her too. Children are just not safe anywhere anymore, not even in their own homes because we all know about the children that have been taken from their own house. ...He said part of the hurt is the tension between father and daughter for the past two years. The people she's been living with is what triggered my dad's anger,a�? he said. Peter-Ali Almaleki said his sister is married to an Iraqi and ...... a call and the person told her that her father was dead. She said that an attachA� case that her father would have in his possession was missing and while she said Bisram was not a�?insecurea�? about being there alone, he had had a problem with a resident in the area. ... This story is more than the five grand, he was brutally murdered, shows anger and hatred.He had a tiff with someone in the village, crime is not a way to solve problems. Why cant people live in peace? ...a�?Icebergs,a�? published in The Paris Review's Winter 2007 issue, features a tense and oddly intimate relationship between a father and daughter (a�?Melissa stripped down to her bikini and briefly endured the sharp Atlantic water,a�? her dad ... Sleeper's Wake has about as much impact as one of Morgan's short stories, which is actually plenty to fuel a typical novel, but given the relative scale one can't help but feel that his short fiction gives more bang for the buck. ...E-mail story ... Father and daughter performed in town six years ago, around the time that Anoushka was launching her public career and also when Shankar's other daughter, Norah Jones, was rising like a meteor in another cultural quarter. In its purest traditional form, Ravi Shankar's music has remained a sublime constant over the past 60-ish years as culture has wriggled restlessly through myriad changes. Such is the beauty of classical music traditions, east and west. ...How many times have we heard stories of father and son antics all of which are special. I should know. Having been around the world with my son Will doing everything from hunting and fishing to racing (what else is there) I know I will ...
So the Elder Wand can be traced through the history of books and wand makers and the Clock of Invisibility is passed down from father to son, mother to daughter. But what about the Resurrection Stone. In the story the second brother brought back his girlfriend he had once hoped to marry. It says he was driven mad with hopeless and killed himself. So where did the stone go from there? How did it become the stone on the ring that became a Horcruxe? How did Dumbledore know it was the Resurrection Stone?
I was in Thailand last year and I visited a shelter where they help women who are caught in the sex trade. I was so touched by their horror stories that I decided to adopted a child that was born as a result of one of the prostitutes being raped. Last month I was finally able to pick up my daughter, I had to go through 1 year of hell and grief just to be able to adopt. The sad part is most of the hoops I had to jump through were in the USA (my home country) and they were because I am a man. For some reason people seem to think that I am less qualified to be a single parent because I am male. Today I got a phone call from the Adoption Agency worker and she had nerve enough to say "I hope you are changing her diapers properly" she even had nerve to ask me how much my mom helps me out.
I joined up with a group of other single adoptive parents and I noticed I get all kids of weird looks like i'm some kind of pedophile adopting a child just because i'm not a women or gay.
I don't understand it, I love my child, i'm a good parent,. I have a great job that I have taken a whole 4 months off of to be at home with her, why are people like this?
Bought with a Price
Slipping quietly out of the door, Kelly Oa��Byrne immediately felt the cool breeze on her face. Though the sun had already risen, a chilly mist still hung in the air, making the atmosphere feel damp and cold. Walking a little ways along the grassy green hills, Kelly listened for any sounds in the early morning, but all was peaceful and still. After a while, she came upon a steep hillside which she then proceeded to climb. Slightly tall for her fourteen years, this was not a difficult task for her. Finally, she reached her destination a�� a small cliff leaning out over the Irish Sea. It had become her favorite spot; she never grew weary of gazing dreamily out to the waters. Sitting down on the soft grass, she smoothed her dress, and brushed her long, black hair back out of her face. Her swirly deep blue eyes very much resembled the Irish Sea that she loved to gaze at. Though she loved dreaming about other distant lands, she was perfectly satisfied to remain in her hometown of Bray, where she had grown up. Who wouldna��t? How could anyone not love its rolling green hills, enormous mountains, and misty valleys? Who could grow tired of its lush green forests or beautiful rivers that stretched across the land? In Kellya��s mind, it was heaven on earth.
Far down below, a dog barked. Glancing down, Kelly saw the people of Bray beginning to wake up and get to work. Still, she remained where she was, watching the waves gently lap against one another, crashing against the shore. Startled, Kelly looked up, and stared out in the distance. Squinting her eyes, she looked harder. Still unable to distinguish just what it was that she was looking at, she tried once again, to look past the mist. Suddenly, she saw it: The serpent-like head protruding from the narrow ship. Vikings!
Fear immediately struck Kellya��s heart. For a few seconds, she stood frozen on the cliff unsure of what to do. Finally what her brain was saying to her legs registered and she began to run. Jumping down the steep cliffs, she slipped cutting her leg on a sharp rock. She ignored the pain - her only thought was to warn the people of Bray. Terrified, she ran on. Swiftly, she jumped over the steep cliffs, and ran down the dangerous slopes. Slipping and falling numerous times, she pushed on. Fear defined her eyes as she continued to sprint down the mountain.
As she ran, Kelly thought about the last Viking raid. She did not remember a�� she was only four. But she heard stories from the older villagers, about how the Vikings had stolen from the people, taken a few captives, and even burned down some of the buildings. They had tried to burn the monastery, causing an excessive amount of damage. Over the years, it was repaired, but still, on one side, you could run your fingers over the wall and feel the burnt wood. The people of Bray were terrified after that, so they worked together to build a safe-house in case it would ever happen again. Everyone dreaded the day when the bells of the monastery would ring signaling danger.
Slipping again, Kelly forced herself to calm down. Finally reaching the bottom of the mountain, she raced across the green hills toward her home. She burst in the doorway to find her mother cooking breakfast over the stove, and her father telling the younger children a story at the kitchen table. She exclaimed, a�?Father, Vikings! I saw the ship coming from the North!a�? The peaceful atmosphere was immediately broken.
Mrs. Oa��Byrne turned pale, and Clara, the youngest of the family, began to cry. The twins, Thomas and Daniel, looked at one another with scared faces. Mr. Oa��Byrne quickly rose from his seat. Without questioning his daughter further he turned to his wife and said, a�?Grab some food! Everybody must get to the safe-house!a�?
Turning to Kelly, he ordered, a�?Quick, run to the monastery! Tell them to ring the bells! Warn anybody that you see along the way, and hurry back to the safe-house a�� wea��ll meet you there.a�?
Quick to do her fathera��s bidding, she began to run to the monastery. Along the way, she shouted to the people, a�?Quick, get to the safe-house! Vikings! Hurry!a�?
The looks of puzzlement turned to alarm when they heard the word a�?Vikingsa�? and they rushed to find their children and run to the safe-house. In a matter of minutes, the whole village was in uproar. Fear was etched in every face, as parents searched for their children, and fathers helped their families into the safe-house on the edge of the village. Continuing to run, Kelly shouted, a�?The bells! Ring the bells!a�? But even as she ran up to the monastery, the great bells had already begun to chime.
Kelly stopped, and turned beginning to run for the safe-house. Suddenly feeling very tired and dizzy, Kelly stopped running. Looking around, she saw no one. Telling herself to push on to get to the safe-house, she began to
Ok heres the story. Last May my finacee and I got a letter on our door saying we had 30 days to move from our rental house. We always paid our bills on time but we had to move because the landlord was selling the house. At this time our son was one and I was pregnant with our daughter. When we got this notice we had nothing in savings and we did not have enough time to move out and find another place to live. He went to stay with his mother and I went to another state to stay with my family until we could come back home and get another apartment. I was out of state for 6 months and had our child there without her father being there to see her be born. Eventually we came back home and got a place to live and everything was fine. A few days ago I got a little curious and looked in my fiancees email and he had over 700 emails back and forth to this girl from his work. The emails were all about sex, our relationship, what they would do to eachother, their little escapades. It was obvious from reading all this he had cheated on me several times all while I was pregnant and out of the state. When I left we carried on our relationship, just long distance. I confronted him about this woman and their emails and it was shrugged off and laughed off and I was told it was a big work joke. I contacted the woman and she said the same thing. I am not suprised their stories match up because they work in the same building. I don't know what to do, I will never know the truth from either of them and even if it is just a joke as they say, he talked so sexual with another woman and talked sh*t about me to her. I don't know what to do, any advice??
It's school HWK, I won't bother putting my age down, just tell me, do you like it? It's long and complicated so I won't dare bore you with it all, ^^)
Thanks, x
Fear. What exactly is it? Everybody has felt a moment in their lives where they really are stuck for words a�� speechless, gobsmacked, whatever. Does one really know the cause of such anguish, why their adrenal glands actually secrete adrenaline into their blood stream, sending their bodies into a�?survivala�� mode? Happiness is one of a small handful of feelings to be cherished during any one lifetime, others? Hmm, pleasure, love, passion. So why is it that fear, a measly feeling such as fear, has the longest lasting effects? Sure, everybody remembers the good times, when kids could run around in their own neighbourhood, shouting wildly at one another. Having the time of their lives. Until fear sets in. One summera��s day, an idiot, one moronic idiot thought, a�?Whata��s the harm in taking one of these chicks down to the woods and playing a few games, huh?a�? Oh, now everybody remembers that. The bad shall always outweigh the good, no matter how much of a good time youa��ve enjoyed. One of lifea��s stories I learnt the hard way.
And as I stand here, gasping for breath; memories of the one I love, the one that shall always truly need me no matter what, the same being I cradled in my arms the day she was born a�� I feel sick to the bone. How could I have let this happen? Surely this is none othera��s fault. I promised myself, my wife, and my daughter that theya��d never be alone.
The sweet scent already faded, I clasp her pillow case to my chest, cradling it there. Sitting in this bare room, the walls loom so greatly over me. Walls Ia��ve put up in an effort to seize the flow of my emotions. I stand, feet rooted to the ground, and look around. That all too familiar mustery feel lingers in the air a�� the one that keeps you securely in that ever-lasting time warp of commotion. One could compare it to the opening of a very old box, being unable to close it so one loiters there, unwillingly but all the while intrigued. Her room: pink, bubbly, full of life and happiness. I begin to rummage in her draws, oh damn it, whata��s the point anymore? There isna��t a secret key hidden between her favourite magazines, is there? The key doesna��t unlock a secret door in her panelling, does it? It wona��t reunite me with my little girl. In all my efforts, can I truly call her that, a�?my little girla�?? They grow up, all we are; apart from being their a�?annoyingly embarrassing parentsa�? are their free rides to adulthood.
But hey, therea��s no tellina�� what fate has in store for you, who thought that Ia��d be the one left in this world. Being the a�?father at home,a�� Ia��ve let a lot of people down in my time. Ia��m on the winding path of trying to make amends. It seems as if life isna��t going my way. Failure, after failure, after failure; a very short sentence that sums me up very well. Now, Ia��m not one to believe in some sort of eternal being whether it be Buddha or that Jewish God, Adonai, though Ia��d once. I must admit these past few years Ia��ve been seeking out some sort of guidance, from whom? I dona��t know, that lady up in heaven? Perhaps, silly.
The phone rings that melodic hum encouraging me to pick up, I check the caller ID, Kim: my sister. I let it go into voice mail, listening to my cheery voice asking the caller to leave a message, promising that Ia��d get back to them ASAP.
a�?Kyle, Kyle. Answer my calls, I know youa��re there. You mustna��t blame yourself,a�? she says, as Claudia pretends shea��s a fire-fighter a�� she just doesna��t understand.
Umm, I'm writing like a novel/book in my spare time just for fun...compared to other writers I am quite young [I'm 12], but do you think this is okay for the opening of a story? I was just thinking there may be too much speech...=/ Tell me what you think, thank you in advance :)
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As Beatrice trudged her way along the long, narrow alleyway meandering itsa�� way through some of the apartment blocks in the Northern-London area, she began to realise how exhausted she was, and how relieved that it was finally Friday. God, days go by like months in my life, she thought, itsa�� going to be a l-o-n-g time until I finally die. Fifteen years she had lived, and already she had seen the potential of a lifea��s outcome: a dark, empty nothingness. She turned round the corner, and held her breath while passing the filthy dustbins, which gave off a loathsome stench that wanted to make her gag. She fiddled around her rotten blazer pockets to find her flat key, and when she did, the door had already been opened.
a�?You said you would pick me up,a�? she announced.
a�?I told you, Bea, we cana��t afford gas for the cara��a�? her dad responded, as he breathed out heavily, from his cigarette.
a�?Mhm, however you can afford these?a�? she said, raising her eyebrows as she snatched the cigarette from her father and stubbed it out on her blazer.
a�?Yeah wella��a�? he murmured, as he caught her daughtera��s schoolbag that she had thrown at him.
a�?Good day at school?a�? he asked, hopefully.
a�?Naha��did you get the call from them? They expelled me,a�? she uttered, entering the kitchen.
a�?What!? Thata��sa�� the fifth school this year, Beaa��a�?
a�?You didna��t know, then? Just shows what a pathetically organised school they really are,a�? she smiled, sarcastically.
a�?Theya��re the only school left in this area that actually accepted you!a�? he cracked open two cokes from the fridge, and passed one to Bea.
a�?School-smools, for what Ia��m going to turn out like, a shop check-out lady or a hooker, you dona��t need an educationa��a�?
a�?Look Beaa��Youa��re a clever girla��a�? he started.
a�?Yeah, I guess I do work hard for my average Csa��a�? she rolled her eyes.
a�?I meana��you have great potential to lead a good lifea��a�? he hugged his daughter.
a�?Uha��dad? Haira��hair,a�? her hands wavered protectively over her dark-brown hair.
a�?Ah sorrya��nowa��go do your homeworka�? he kissed her on the forehead.
a�?Ia��m expelled, remember?a�? she pulled a cheeky grin, and after her father had given her a weak smile back, she trekked upstairs to her room.
Ten oa��clock on Saturday morning. Beatrice was woken by the sound of egga��s frying and spitting downstairs, and her dad swearing loudly for a reason unknown to her yet. After procrastinating to herself about getting out of bed or not, and staring at the ceiling for a while [which worryingly had damp patches on it near the edges], she heaved herself out of her bed. The floorboards creaked gently as she crossed the room to her mirror. She groaned as she wiped away the leftover mascara she hadna��t taken off properly last night, and stared at herself through her emerald eyes. She saw a girla��about 5.7ft staring back at her in a dark-grey bedroom, which had been decorated with black floral patterns. Her dark hair was messy in the early morning way, and her skin was smooth, totally spotless unlike the average teenager. After she had run a brush through her hair a couple of times she grabbed her vintage jacket and fumbled down the stairs sleepily.
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For those who take this LITERALLY, how could the kind and loving god-like creature you claim to worship demand this? What possible reason could it have? ".... mysterious ways..." is a total cop-out by the way.
For those who claim the Bible should be interpreted as fables and allegories, what good message is being taught by this story? What possible good can you take from this?
"And Jephthah made a vow to the LORD. He said, "If you give me victory over the Ammonites, I will give to the LORD the first thing coming out of my house to greet me when I return in triumph. I will sacrifice it as a burnt offering...................When Jephthah returned home to Mizpah, his daughter a�� his only child a�� ran out to meet him, playing on a tambourine and dancing for joy. When he saw her, he tore his clothes in anguish. "My daughter!" he cried out. "My heart is breaking! What a tragedy that you came out to greet me. For I have made a vow to the LORD and cannot take it back." And she said, "Father, you have made a promise to the LORD. You must do to me what you have promised, for the LORD has given you a great victory over your enemies, the Ammonites. But first let me go up and roam in the hills and weep with my friends for two months, because I will die a virgin." "You may go," Jephthah said. And he let her go away for two months. She and her friends went into the hills and wept because she would never have children. When she returned home, her father kept his vow, and she died a virgin."
HS - point taken. In that case, why does this all-knowing god encourage this sort of behaviour by rewarding those who make promises of sacrifice to it?
@sunshine - "When she returned home, her father kept his vow, and she died a virgin."
How can you interpret that to mean that the girl was NOT killed? His vow was to kill the first thing, and he kept his vow, and she died.
Umm, I'm writing like a novel/book in my spare time just for fun...compared to other writers I am quite young, but do you think this is okay for the opening of a story? I was just thinking there may be too much speech...=/ Tell me what you think, thank you in advance :)
As Beatrice trudged her way along the long, narrow alleyway meandering itsa�� way through some of the apartment blocks in the Northern-London area, she began to realise how exhausted she was, and how relieved that it was finally Friday. God, days go by like months in my life, she thought, itsa�� going to be a l-o-n-g time until I finally die. Fifteen years she had lived, and already she had seen the potential of a lifea��s outcome: a dark, empty nothingness. She turned round the corner, and held her breath while passing the filthy dustbins, which gave off a loathsome stench that wanted to make her gag. She fiddled around her rotten blazer pockets to find her flat key, and when she did, the door had already been opened.
a�?You said you would pick me up,a�? she announced.
a�?I told you, Bea, we cana��t afford gas for the cara��a�? her dad responded, as he breathed out heavily, from his cigarette.
a�?Mhm, however you can afford these?a�? she said, raising her eyebrows as she snatched the cigarette from her father and stubbed it out on her blazer.
a�?Yeah wella��a�? he murmured, as he caught her daughtera��s schoolbag that she had thrown at him.
a�?Good day at school?a�? he asked, hopefully.
a�?Naha��did you get the call from them? They expelled me,a�? she uttered, entering the kitchen.
a�?What!? Thata��sa�� the fifth school this year, Beaa��a�?
a�?You didna��t know, then? Just shows what a pathetically organised school they really are,a�? she smiled, sarcastically.
a�?Theya��re the only school left in this area that actually accepted you!a�? he cracked open two cokes from the fridge, and passed one to Bea.
a�?School-smools, for what Ia��m going to turn out like, a shop check-out lady or a hooker, you dona��t need an educationa��a�?
a�?Look Beaa��Youa��re a clever girla��a�? he started.
a�?Yeah, I guess I do work hard for my average Csa��a�? she rolled her eyes.
a�?I meana��you have great potential to lead a good lifea��a�? he hugged his daughter.
a�?Uha��dad? Haira��hair,a�? her hands wavered protectively over her dark-brown hair.
a�?Ah sorrya��nowa��go do your homeworka�? he kissed her on the forehead.
a�?Ia��m expelled, remember?a�? she pulled a cheeky grin, and after her father had given her a weak smile back, she trekked upstairs to her room.
Ten oa��clock on Saturday morning. Beatrice was woken by the sound of egga��s frying and spitting downstairs, and her dad swearing loudly for a reason unknown to her yet. After procrastinating to herself about getting out of bed or not, and staring at the ceiling for a while [which worryingly had damp patches on it near the edges], she heaved herself out of her bed. The floorboards creaked gently as she crossed the room to her mirror. She groaned as she wiped away the leftover mascara she hadna��t taken off properly last night, and stared at herself through her emerald eyes. She saw a girla��about 5.7ft staring back at her in a dark-grey bedroom, which had been decorated with black floral patterns. Her dark hair was messy in the early morning way, and her skin was smooth, totally spotless unlike the average teenager. After she had run a brush through her hair a couple of times she grabbed her vintage jacket and fumbled down the stairs sleepily.
Ohh, and I'm twelve :)
True story, I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many pleasant views of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door.
I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."
The moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car.
My mum has gone through so much in her life.
Here are a highlights of her life.
1. Her sister died in a car crash when mum was only young. She left behind two children, and was pregnant another. The baby inside the woman servied and was the first australian baby to be born from a dead mother.
-The grandparents were ill and the father had re-married. The kids were going to go to foster homes, so my mum as a late teenager moved to the home we still currently live in (shes been here for 30 years)and raised the kids. She had met my dad at that time and he moved with her.
My dad was an abusive alcoholic, who unfortunetly would be very violant towards them all.
Mum had my sister and I to him. He was also violent towards us.
In one of his drunk rants, he burnt down a shed that was once in our backyard. alot of damage was done to our house on his behalf.
in 1992, when we're all young, my dad was walking home drunk from a pub and couldnt perseive how fast a car was travelling and he was hit and killed. This was traumatic for all involed.
A few years later debt collectors came to my now widdowed mum (single income family) and mum was now reliable to pay off all his debts.
a few years after that I was diognosed with epilespy and duplux kidneys. I spent most of my time in hospitals, at neuroligists and with surgeons to fix the problem. (this was between the ages of 5 to 8). This was all fixed due to my mums kind nature and wanting to see me happy that she spent more money then she earnt on making me better.
Jenny (one of the three kids mum adopted) was often moving in and out of home whenever her relationships would fail. Another person for mum to take care of.
At the age of 13 I was deeply depressed and put in sycology, this again, was paid for by my mum.
I became suicidal and developed a drug addiction that caused me to loose a significant amount of weight rapidly and I would run away from home weeks on end. No one ever thought I was going to come good, mum would never give up on me.
She got me through it. unforutnely this meant ringing police, arresting me and admitting me to hospital for help. I am not on anti-depressents and still working with my sycologist (still at mums expense)
As I had made such a mess of school, they asked me to leave at the end of year 10. My future wasn't looking very bright. I'd picked up a part time job at a coffee shop and had now replaced drugs with alcohol. I was diognosed as an alcoholic (a nightmare as you can imagine for mum). I am now working through this
A few years later and Jenny (the middle daughter mentioned earlier) had moved to america with her new husband. mum had taken mortgages out against our home so we could go visit her, TWICE as she had post-natal depression after having her children. We flew over to see her (at mums expense) and had to prepeare ourselves to admit her to hospital. luckly, from the help of mum, Jenny pulled through and being admitted was not needed.
She still sends $100s of dollars worth of presents to the family overseas to make them feel like we haven't forgoten them.
Mum helped me get into a business college in 2007 so I could do something with my life. She paid for text books, weekly train tickets, uniforms etc all to ensure that I could attend each week. It's the best thing I've ever done for my life.
She is now 56 years of age, and all she wants to do is retire. She is still single and can't afford to. She has lived in this same house for 30 years and im sorry to say it but its getting old and run down. We have half an achor of land in the backyard that if i had the money to do it up for her I would.
unfortunetly we can't even afford a new lounge that we ever so despritley need. We really live off the bair minimum
within this time, although I have put my mum through alot, she has let two of my friends live with us due to domestic problems of their own as she would hate to turn her back on a needing person. thats just the kind of person she is. Pleasssseeee think of my mum, she's the most amazing woman you wil ever meet!
Ok.... to make a long story very short (and legal to mention)..........
A woman was arrested for (accidentally) shooting her mother (attempted murder), convicted, and sentenced to 40 years.
She meant to shoot (in defense) her father for trying to 'mess' with her young daughter, after he 'messed' with the woman.
None of this 'messing' was mentioned in the trial!!
Why did the courts not let the jury hear what really happened?
Why was she charged with attempted murder and not attempted manslaughter?
Why such the harsh sentence?
Thanks!!
This happend in the state of Indiana if that matters...
The genre of my story is teen drama. The story is similar to shows like Gossip Girl, 90210, 7th Heaven, Melrose Place, One Tree Hill, Degrassi, and South of Nowhere. Also a little bit of Dawson's Creek here and there. Of course I'm not going to use the exact same ideas from the shows lol. I'm going to start off by posting info about the female characters. Here is some info about some of the female characters(I don't exactly have every character figures out yet).
1)Deanna Santos: The main protagonist. She in a sense is a tougher version of 90210 characters Brenda Walsh, Kelly Taylor, Valerie Malone, and Naomi Clark, Gossip Girl character Blair Waldorf, and Degrassi characters Alex Nunez, Manny Santos, and Mia Jones. She is the spoiled rich girl who has a job at as a waitress/busgirl despite having all the money in the world she could wish for. She is a teen mom of a 2 year old girl and also aspires to be an actress. She is also very bitchy, scheming, manipulative, haughty, and somewhat controlling but at the same time has a nice and caring side. Several aspects of her personality are introduced throughout the story such as self esteem, monogamy, and social power. She was molested by her father and older brother. Her brother had recently committed suicide because he felt there was nothing to live for after the abuse he put Deanna through. The abuse Deanna is put through leads to a promiscuous lifestyle. She also has a complicated relationship with her mother who has been in and out of rehab due to drug use and alcoholism and who's also a spoiled rich woman herself. Deanna doesn't get along to well with her stepmother who refuses to believe her dad molested her. She temporarily becomes addicted to coke which almost costs Deanna her daughter. After getting out of rehab, she becomes pregnant again. Her second pregnancy makes her realize that she needs to change sooner rather than later.
2)Janice Santos: The mother of Deanna. A mini version of Jackie Taylor from 90210. She has been in and out of rehab several times due to alcohol and drug addiction. Her disturbing behavior causes Deanna to run away and sleep in a shelter. Later on, Janice becomes sober for the last time when she contracts HIV from shooting up and tries to mend the broken relationship with her children.
3)Trinity Santos: The younger sister of Deanna. A mini version of 7th Heaven characters Ruthie and Lucy Camden. She is shown to be overly dramatic, selfish, spoiled, and very nosy(likes to eavesdrop on Deanna's conversations) which puts her and Deanna at odds with each other most of the times. But overall they have a good sibling relationship. Her freshman year in high school is a rough year for her. She ends up with a bad reputation after a sex tape runs rampant of her around the school.
4)Bianca McKay: The main antagonist. A mini version of 90210 characters Valerie Malone and Emily Valentine, Gossip Girl character Georgina Sparks, and Degrassi character Holly J Sinclair. She is Deanna's biggest rival. Her main goal is to make Deanna the social outcast which she later achieves. She is much more manipulative and scheming than Deanna. She is shown to be a liar, user, cheater, and gold digger. She has lied to her long time boyfriend numerous times to keep him from leaving her. The biggest lie she told him was that she's pregnant. She even wears a pillow under her shirt to make people believe she is pregnant. Later on when secrets of her past are revealed, she wants to redeem herself and become a better person.
5) Bridget Middleton: A mini version of 90210 character Donna Martin and Degrassi characters Darcy Edwards, Paige Michalchuk, and Hazel Aden. She is teased constantly because of her decision to remain a virgin due to her mother's strict religious rules. She dates various guys and also gets into an abusive relationship. Later on she gets raped and contracts an STD which causes her to show a darker and rebellious side of her.
6)Tiffani Malone: A mini version of 90210 characters Kelly Taylor and Valerie Malone and Melrose Place characters Ella and Violet. She is often the sex kitten when she feels it's necessary and tends to be omnisexual. She is also deeply into fashion. She has a nice and bad side and is also on and off friends with Deanna. Like Bianca, secrets of her past are later revealed.
7)Annie Strode: A mini version of Gossip Girl character Jenny Humphrey. She desperately wants to fit into Deanna's clique and is forced to do a lot of "chores" for Deanna as well as do things she normally doesn't do like drinking and going out late. She also dates Deanna's younger brother Luis. Their relationship ends when it is discovered that he's gay. She agrees to be cover up until he's ready to come out but breaks it off with him when she learns he doesn't plan on coming out.
That's all I have for now. Sorry if some of the characters seemed short. Let me know which of the female characters you like and don't like. I will post info on so
ok well the story goes i am already a single mum to a beautiful nine year old girl. her father decided he didnt want to be a dad when she was only 4 months old, so he left us. had very inconsistent contact with him until she was 3yrs old when he decided to do a disappearing act and we have seen nor heard from him since. anyway my mum has helped out alot over the years to keep our heads above water babysitting while i worked and then helping out a little financially when i gave up work to go to college which i completed and gained a diploma with very high grades.
even though she has helped and i am very grateful for it, she has always made it seem like she does it begrudgingly. i am now 31 years old and she will still complain to me about every little thing. for example she doesn't come to mine very often (we always go there) but when she does she says finds something to complian about in my home i.e the laundry is too full, when u going to do it ( i do it just never goes down), there is washing up on the side ( yeah i've only just finished lunch) etc, etc (thing is i think her place is worse tbh).
she always moans if i have money probs, though she earns treble of what i do so can make her money go further.
oh when and anything happens in my life she is never happy. when i completed the diploma there was no congratulations or well done, no instead it was at least you,ve done one thing right. though completely different story for my brother. no when he finished college she was so excited telling everyone how proud she was. arrrghhh!!!!
anyway the shit is well and truly going to hit the fan because now i am pregnant again (i dont make a habit of it, my daughter is nearly 10 so if it was a common theme i'd have loads of kids at my ankles), but the father is not going to be around( god i do pick em) as it turns out he was more into getting his way than getting to know me. i was stupid and naive but i fell for the smooth talk.
how do i tell my mum, knowing what she is like, that not only am i pregnant but the father does not want to know and i am going to be a single mother for the second time?
it is worrying me sick because it's like she does not see me as an adult but still a young girl. she treats me the same as she did when i was 15.
The story is when my grandfather my dad he was married to his 1st wife and after he marred his 2nd wife he had a daughter so apparently she isn't my father's sister but I would believe it would constitute as father's step sister, so basically my step aunt..
It wouldn't be a direct blood line though since she has a different mother so half blood...I don't know but she is hot
Yah but its easier marrying a relative we can get along rather than having to explain it agian looooool
Alright we share half genes since she is my half aunt, how do you cousin marriages though such as fathers sisters daughter/cousin still gene related or not?
Okay. Many have read my posts in the past. I have a seven month olf daughter by a man that is an abuser. I left him because he beat me up when I was pregnant. Since then, I have been in court with him over child support. I regret not having him arrested, but I would rather him work and contribute, at least to my daughter's life financially. He left her life when I sued him for child support. That was his way of getting back at me. Last time we went to court, he brought the woman that he cheated on me with and their baby. I am hurting inside but determined to get over it and through it. I can't help but feeling sometimes like he has won. I need some stories of karma if you can share them. I need to know that one day he will in fact reap what he has sown. It sounds crazy but it helps with the anger. Thanks.
Hi, I have googled the whole alice in wonderland story and it says a father wrote it for his daughter, simple.
But I have always been told the writer was a drug user and thats how all the crazy stuff comes about because its what the writer saw.
so it seems there are varied answers?
which is true?
Argh! I give up, so many say its not drugs some say yes. Don't want to offend about the 'crazy stuff'. I believe you can write truly amazing things and not be 'out of it' I only ask because my mother told me this when I was younger and to be honest some parts really make me wonder...
so here is the plot . . .
it is set in an magical world, where it is full of magical creatures and beings, also mainly witches and wizards. So there is an group in charge of running and protecting this magical world, but a war breaks out, between good and evil. The leader goes to fight in the war with his own people against the evil, but he dies, and leaves his only daughter behind. So the group takes her in and cares for her, while the second in command takes over, they are losing badly and the evil is winning - there is an very powerful evil being. Then the girl receives her father's will which includes an object (don't know what yet, but that can travel back in time) and an envelope. So in the letter, her father tells her to go back in time to stop the leader - the evil being from turning good to evil. So the girl goes back in time, to stop the evil being, who is not evil then just a young handsome wizard, but he has a curse, the curse is, that if he ever shows emotion he will die. The girl knows about this, and tries to get him to fall in love with her. But he is nasty, cold and silent. At first they argue against each other. but the girl tries to get him to fall in love with her, and he does slowly, but his curse is taking effect over him - being in pain. Though over the time, the girl sees that he isn't the evil leader, he is an normal good wizard and he is kind and nice. So she falls in love with him too, but he is dying because of his curse. Then he dies, but the girl is distraught so she goes back in time to stop him from dying, and she does so, but then one of his future leaders is there and tells the truth about her, that she went in the past to kill him. He leaves her, upset that she has lied to him, but he knows that he loves her and can't stop thinking about her. So when she is about to leave in her time, he comes and asks her if she loves him, she says yes and stays there in the past as she has nothing to go back too. So the future is changed, so that there is no war, and he and she lives together in the past.
Please tell me what you think. Thanks.
p.s. any names for the evil leader will help. thanks
Really long story. I feel like going to have mental break down, angry, confusing, frustrated, and first of all still shocked.
My parents had a family meeting a week ago that broke out the shocking news to me, My mother told me that she is not my biological mother. After 20 years she raised me, I feel so lost and wonder why my parents broke the news to me after 20 years? I literally snapped at my parents right after they broke the news, in fit of rage I told them that they are stupid for not telling me when I was younger. My biological mother wants to get involve with my life (That's reason why my parents finally decide to tell me the truth) My father said that my mother gave up the custodian when I was barely a year old, because she was only 16 when she had me and she was forced to give me up. Right now I am so angry with my parents, also I don't want to have a relationship with my biological mother because I have everything in my life, I got my parents even though my mom is not my biological mother. I couldn't believe that they able to keep that secret from me for long time, I suspect that they don't want me to know for whatever reason. I never suspect myself from looking so different from my siblings because I look like my father.
I received a call from my biological mother 2 days ago and she wants to meet me, which I didn't want to but I plan to meet her up later today for lunch. I need help to how to tell her politely that I don't want to have a "mother/daughter" relationship with her which I already have with my mom.
I know I sound rude or most selfish because I don't want to have second mom, since I already have a mother.
to be clarify I was never adopted. I have my own real dad and my mom (even though she's my biologically mother)
This is a short story for language arts. I am only 13 so it may need quite a bit of criticism.
What will happen to me after I die? Will anyone remember me for the good and the evil I have done in my life? What is on the other side of death? Darkness perhaps? Or a whole new world full of wonder, those lost friends and dearly missed loved ones reunited with me? These are questions I ask myself as I realize that my life is coming to a close. Although the biggest question of all is...will someone be there to hold my hand as my very heartbeat comes to a stop?
Trapped. I am trapped like a bird in a cage in this nursing home. People come to visit me. sometimes I recognize them, sometimes I do not. Perhaps this is because of my disease, Alzheimer's. They have told me it is incurable. Perhaps it will make me die faster. Death would be welcomed by me with open arms at this point. This is a terrible place to end my last moments but no one comes to take me away. Maybe that blond woman was my daughter? Maybe she would take me? The most horrible part of my disease is that sometimes I do not even remember who I am. I do now though. Henrietta Tyme is my name. My past is a blur, unfortunately, but glimpses of it come to my mind at times.
The first thing that I usually remember from my past is a man. A man with brown hair and kind blue eyes. Every time I remember him, I feel a pull at my heart. He...seems to be my...father? Perhaps. Next, I remember a hospital bed. With...a woman on it. She looks quite ill and has blonde hair and soft Born eyes like a doe's. In my memory, her eyes are open wide and a stricken look seems to be permanently etched onto her face. Despite this, she looks rather beautiful. My...mother maybe? The third memory shows a younger me, about 25 years old, holding a small child with short black curls framing her heart-shaped face. Possibly my daughter. The last memory, the clearest one of all, is that of an old man. He is not moving and his messy gray hair is flecked with black splatters. Thick red blood is flowing smoothly from him chest like a scarlet fountain. There are men shouting around him, carrying guns. He appears to be...dead. every time, as I am remembering this, my eyes fill to the brim with unwanted tears. He is my husband. Of that I am sure. It is the only memory that I am sure of. I rest my chin upon my hand and let out a long, exhausted sigh. Suddenly, I feel dizzy! Darkness clouds my vision.
My eyes slowly open. Beneath me is a hospital bed. That is the first thing I notice. Death is beckoning to me. I can feel it. Many people appear to be in my room. Only one stands out. An old man with gray hair flecked with black splatters. Just as in my memory. He is standing at the end of my bed and no one else appears to see him. His chest has a deep hole in it, as if a knife has carved a hole in it. I slowly get up, but notice that my body does not. I seem to be a...spirit. Death must have taken me by surprise when I was not looking. My hand touches my husbands, a light flashes, and everything disappears.
Thank you soooo much!!!! I really appreciate it!
I read a story last year in one of my literature classes that went something like this: there are two main characters who live on a small farm, a father and his daughter. There are two brothers who have left home in the first chapter, a landlord, and another man whose occupation I can't remember. The plot revolves around the father and daughter hatching a plan to have the father catch the daughter and some man (I dont remember if it is the landlord or the other man) together and forcing them to get married. The girl ends up really liking that guy and I don't remember the end. Anyone know what this is?
I am writing a novel on the life of a soon-to-be star by the name of Rachel Pulaski, but goes by her "star" name, Rachel Rogers. her father, Vince MacLean, is in cheesy type tv shows "general hospital" and the 21st centuries "james bond" type actor. her mother, now divorced with Vince, is the happy-go-lucky type, not in the biz, but a musician for an independent folk ensemble with her new fiance, Luc Wildberry (fake stage name - Lawrence Williams), and pretty much leaves Rachel and her other daughter, Anna, to Vince and Veronica, Vince's new wife. Veronica Meyers, the talk of the hollywood scene, has starred in many short french films, but is now changing over to the american dramas and Crime-thrillers. Now that Rachel knows she is destined to be a star, she has to overcome her dad's reputation to become her own title and person. She lands a spot on the newest vampire-romance series, Sucks to be Me, on an ABC-like channel, ATN (america's television network). But she soon finds herself offered jobs Angelina and Drew B. would die for! not to mention "innocent" 14-yea-old Anna is caught backstage kissing the shows leading man! here is the beginnging of the story. they are at their father's movie premiere, Land of the Unspoken, a mystery...
The bright, pulsating wave of flashing camera bulbs exploded simultaneously, blinding me momentarily. But the sudden bursts of vivid white wasna��t an fraction of an iota of enough distraction to offset my picture-perfect smile. No wonder Teen Vogue and CosmoGirl! were yelling a�?Rachel! Rachel! Look over here!a�? and begging for interviews for next Friday. But though having a superstar, bona fide father is beyond the teen expectations, the aftermath of numerous red-carpet experiences can result in blood-shot eyes in the deepest shade of crimson you could imagine. Yet, I plastered on a faux grin and locked my arm through Dada��s, and looked like a was having the grandest time even though my Christian Louboutin pumps were digging into my pedicured-feet and my 2009 Versace tube dress was a quarter-inch too small around my barely-there stomach.
what do you think? questions or comments? by the way, its named Gossip - A Novel and the sequel is He Said, She Said. thanks!
ok it's a long story: Me and my ex-girlfriend have a 10 month old son. We have never lived together and she is married to someone else and never got a divorce. now when my son was born she never told me so I wasn't present and her husband signed as the father so I don't appear as the father anywhere. (I know I'm the father 100%) I have been seeing the baby every so often and I give her more than enough money to take good care of him but now she's starting to act like a bitch and I want to gain custody. By the way she has a 9 year old girl from her first b/friend and then another 3 girls and a boy from her husband and then my son. They live in a really small house really crowded and I think my son would be better with me. At her house it's her mom, her 18 year old brother, her 16 year old sister, her 4 daughters, her son, my son and her! a total of 10 people in a 2 bedroom small house. What are my chances of getting custody? I'm not trying to be a jerk but sometimes she won't let me see him and I think it would be better for the baby to be with me but I know first I have to prove that I am the father. Any help would be appreciated. I live in the state of California. Thanks!
Whats the point of my life thats coming from me?
Is there something wrong with me?
I have lived here in NY all my life.I'm used to look anorexic I was in foster care and when I was 5 a lonely lady adopted me she was about her mid 20's when I was 8 years old she was going through depression at that time and I hated seeing her sad one day she died in a car crash and I was about 9 and once again they putted me in foster care but I ranway from there the next year and I never did go back. I lived in the streets and I saw unbelievable stuff while living in the streets I learned so much.A lady named Poppy she introduced me to art at age 11 I still talk to her to this day.When I was 13 I acted as if I was older to get a job and I did at a bakery shop.It was night and I almost got raped until an officer pulled up and the man ranaway as so did I and I had no tears or fears because it wasn't like other people tried doing stuff like that to me.I reached a man and he looked me in the eyes and said I was his daughter and I ranaway again thinking it was yet another weirdo and he explained to me how my mother had me just because to cause him and 'the child' pain.He told me how he knew he had a child missing and how he spend years looking for me and I told him all my story he started crying and wanted my mother arrested which she did get arrested.My dad also introduced to me his african adopted son.I have learned to be independent and not take things to seriously.When I was 15 I met the lady who gave me life just to cause my father and me so much pain I learned that she was a sociopath and she jumped in court and was socking me I remember her face she was terrifying and looked beaten.The next year when I was 16 I also learned she had killed herself.Thats when I went into major depression disorder and I did tried to kill myself with Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm .... life got better I learned how to be silly and laugh and not take things serious life has been good and I was happy reccent but something happen to me just like when I was 16 I'm not afraid of living or not and thats what I fear not caring.....
To make a long story short, here is my story: since I was little I have always admire her, and always told myself that I had the best grandma ever. But wait until you read the rest. As I was growing up, I started to see and understand things differently. I have heard so many time by so many people, even her own daughter one day admited ( that her own mother) that she was a witch but I always refused to believe this version. Now that I am 24 years old and much able to understand things better, i realized that she never liked my father and is mad everytime my dad had a big contracts or when things are working out for him( it is like her wish is to see him fail or die) , she wants my mother, after 30 years of married to leave us and come live with her, she told me two months ago that it wasn't like she hated my bigger brother but he would never succeed ( which was a shock to me but she is not God) out of the 5 of us ( children) I am the only one who made it far with my education, and my parents are really proud and willing to help me achieve my goals, I found out today that she told my younger brother that it is a waist paying for my studies because the money my parents are spending could be use in doing something else. I was suprise and hurt at the same time not of what she said but coming from her. wasn't really what I expected at all, then she is trying to have my brothers fight each others. It seems like anything we try or do doesn't work, she is always monitoring what we are doing in the house, she is always questioning people we know....
Now the trick part with her is she is always talking about God ( but it is only talks coming from her mouth because her actions does not reflect the action of someone who knows God)
Everytime she heard that someone died, she is happy and laughs at the person saying they deserve it.
I also think that she knows that we know now who she really is.
She is 73 years old
A witch from where I am coming from ( africa ) is someone who worship the devil and enjoy people misery and death for their own wealth.
To Inquiry : For your information, God will never let me be someone like her. Just because she is my grandmother doesn't mean I will be just her. I rebuke all evil spirits in my life, and I cast all link between me and any devil worshippers or followers. In the name of Jesus
I have lived here in NY all my life.I'm used to look anorexic I was in foster care and when I was 5 a lonely lady adopted me she was about her mid 20's when I was 8 years old she was going through depression at that time and I hated seeing her sad one day she died in a car crash and I was about 9 and once again they putted me in foster care but I ranway from there the next year and I never did go back. I lived in the streets and I saw unbelievable stuff while living in the streets I learned so much.A lady named Poppy she introduced me to art at age 11 I still talk to her to this day.When I was 13 I acted as if I was older to get a job and I did at a bakery shop.It was night and I almost got raped until an officer pulled up and the man ranaway as so did I and I had no tears or fears because it wasn't like other people tried doing stuff like that to me.I reached a man and he looked me in the eyes and said I was his daughter and I ranaway again thinking it was yet another weirdo and he explained to me how my mother had me just because to cause him and 'the child' pain.He told me how he knew he had a child missing and how he spend years looking for me and I told him all my story he started crying and wanted my mother arrested which she did get arrested.My dad also introduced to me his african adopted son.I have learned to be independent and not take things to seriously.When I was 15 I met the lady who gave me life just to cause my father and me so much pain I learned that she was a sociopath and she jumped in court and was socking me I remember her face she was terrifying and looked beaten.The next year when I was 16 I also learned she had killed herself.Thats when I went into major depression disorder and I did tried to kill myself with Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm .... life got better I learned how to be silly and laugh and not take things serious life has been good and I was happy reccent but something happen to me just like when I was 16 I'm not afraid of living or not and thats what I fear not caring.....
My daughter's best friend was taken from her mother 5 months ago by her father through a temporary restraining order, because there was a a supposed threat of the mother taking the child to Mexico. The mother is here illegally (from Mexico) and so is the father (from Costa Rica). But the child is a citizen.
It's a complicated story, but the father is a drug user (twice court ordered into rehab). He became very angry when the mother made him leave her house that she owns. He assaulted her (knocked a tooth out) when she did this, so she unwisely told him if he wanted to see his daughter he had better pay her some child support. Instead he took the child claiming the mother had tried to get the child a passport and that she had purchased plane tickets to Mexico. It's kind of a silly thing to claim, since the mother has no papers she won't be able to come back into the country if she leaves. She owns a house here, so it would make no sense for her to get stuck in Mexico. But it worked... they took his claim at face value and did not check to see if it was credible.
He claimed to have evidence of all of this, that somehow got stolen from his truck. The mother has since gotten certified letters from the Mexican embassy stating that she had never attempted to get the child a Mexican passport. I just made copies for her of them at my house, so I've actually seen and read them with my own eyes.
It's such a sad situation. A classic case of the child welfare system not working to protect children. They have now been told that it is possible that this could drag on for another year.
Are you able to sue someone for making false claims to the justice system? The father stated that he had documentation of her attempts to get this passport that have now disappeared. He even claimed he gave them to his lawyer, who says he never had any such papers. I'm wondering if there is some creative way to speed this whole thing along... by getting it out of a family court situation. This poor little girl was the happiest thing a few months ago (she is 7 years old), and now she is afraid to talk to people and has gotten fat (daddy brings her to McDonald,s for most meals). There has to be something that can be done. I asked a friend of mine who is a lawyer about this, and her cold response was, "this is what happens when you're illegal." I said, but the child is NOT illegal... what about her? Because mom and dad have made poor choices she should suffer with a drug addict father?
There has to be some other way.
Ok heres my story.. I was dating my ex (babydaddy) we were doing good..when we first started dating i was aware that he had a daughter with his ex girl. who lives far away with the girl. It didnt bother me at all, i respected it. Then, we were dating for a while.. we had sex (condom) and I got pregnant. Now before he knew i was pregnant he was acting weird with me..and i just knew something was wrong. So he broke up with me...but then i still had to tell him i was pregnant..so i did. he didnt like it at first.. but now he says he is going to be responsible. He doesnt have a job yet, doesnt have a car, lives with his parents, and his 22. (yeah i knoww) Well im almost 3 months along. and ill be waiting until he has a job so he could start paying for stuff. Well i talked to his ex a while back cuz me and her were talking like friends. and she told me that he had said that he didnt beilive me about me having his baby..and all this other crap. But then when I talk to him.. he says its not true and he does beilive me. But he acts like he doesnt even care. He doesnt even get to call me alot.. only once in a while from a pay phone..because he doesnt have a phone. he never comes over because he doesnt have a job and plus his parents wont bring him.. wtf. and today he came over to speak to my parents about my pregnancy and he had to leave early.(my mom was the one to pick him up and bring him btw) so he said he is supposebly going to be responsible and be a father for my child even tho we arent together. He even told me he doesnt love me after all the times he said i love you and all this fancy bullsh*it. Then he wants to go saying he doesnt love me. Oh my goodness.. I can't beilive him. like he doesnt care about anything.. at all. He was there for his daughter and all.. so all i ask him is for him to be a good father for my baby..you know?
thats the man thing to do.
Since i was first pregnant NOT ONCE did he come to speak to my parents about him being responsible and taking care of everything. He doesnt seem to care about anything.. idk what to think anymore. should i let my baby grow up around him? Should i let him be part of my baby's life??? What do you think?
Ok heres my story.. I was dating my ex (babydaddy) we were doing good..when we first started dating i was aware that he had a daughter with his ex girl. who lives far away with the girl. It didnt bother me at all, i respected it. Then, we were dating for a while.. we had sex (condom) and I got pregnant. Now before he knew i was pregnant he was acting weird with me..and i just knew something was wrong. So he broke up with me...but then i still had to tell him i was pregnant..so i did. he didnt like it at first.. but now he says he is going to be responsible. He doesnt have a job yet, doesnt have a car, lives with his parents, and his 22. (yeah i knoww) Well im almost 3 months along. and ill be waiting until he has a job so he could start paying for stuff. Well i talked to his ex a while back cuz me and her were talking like friends. and she told me that he had said that he didnt beilive me about me having his baby..and all this other crap. But then when I talk to him.. he says its not true and he does beilive me. But he acts like he doesnt even care. He doesnt even get to call me alot.. only once in a while from a pay phone..because he doesnt have a phone. he never comes over because he doesnt have a job and plus his parents wont bring him.. wtf. and today he came over to speak to my parents about my pregnancy and he had to leave early.(my mom was the one to pick him up and bring him btw) so he said he is supposebly going to be responsible and be a father for my child even tho we arent together. He even told me he doesnt love me after all the times he said i love you and all this fancy bullsh*it. Then he wants to go saying he doesnt love me. Oh my goodness.. I can't beilive him. like he doesnt care about anything.. at all. He was there for his daughter and all.. so all i ask him is for him to be a good father for my baby..you know?
thats the man thing to do.
Since i was first pregnant NOT ONCE did he come to speak to my parents about him being responsible and taking care of everything. He doesnt seem to care about anything.. idk what to think anymore. should i let my baby grow up around him? Should i let him be part of my baby's life??? What do you think?
im doing an assignment and i remember a story, i think its from the bible (i may be wrong) but i think a daughter doesnt want to marry someone so her father (who arranged the marriage) throws her down a well? i only remember those points but if i could find it it would greatly help me. thanks in advance!!
Here is my story summary of Eve's family so far
Father is the first born and his father(grandfather) lives with the family. They both a run bed & breakfast thing together.
Mother is a housewife
-two children, a son & a daughter
no pets
Mother is close to both her children but favors son.
Children are discipline physically for bad grades & bad behavior.
All members of her immediate family are average looking, except for the daughter (Eve), she is supposed to be really pretty.
She is not treated differently because it.
Anyway, does this family sound cliche?
What should I change about her family?
She started school early so she's 13 year old freshmen
Here's my story
Father is the first born and his father lives with the family. They both a run a hotel business/bed & breakfast thing together.
Mother is a house
-two children, a son & a daughter
no pets
Mother is close to both her children but favors son.
Children are discipline physically for bad grades & bad behavior.
This is just a simplistic summary of the family life.
Anyway, most of the family is average looking, except for the daughter, she is supposed to be really pretty.
She is not treated differently because it.
Anyway, does this family sound cliche?
What should I change about her family?
How does this family sound crazy?
I do not have pets and I am American
I'm writing a story about the Russian Mafia and the CIA/FBI. A CIA Agent rescues a young woman from her family. They fall in love, get married and have a daughter. Four years later while they are in Russia trying to kill her father, she disappears. Fifteen years later she returns to the CIA looking for help from him. Any ideas for a title?
I met my current husband in Aug2005, we married Feb2007. My daughter was 13 1/2 when we met and has always had a regular relationship with her own father. My new husband is a very strong believer in family, and felt he did not just marry me - he married my family. I felt my daughter was at an age where a good male role model was a wonderful addition but respected that she has a father already. I have never pushed their relationship, I actually have been very guarded about it. He believes he should be able to behave as her father, from decisions to affection. She is now almost 18 and loves him in a daughter/fatherly sort of way. I still believe the physical contact should be kept to an appropriate minimum. I am very uncomfortable when they wrestle as I dont think its appropriate, she not a child she's a young woman. He says its their way of being close since they aren't allowed to hug/kiss or show affection as a father/daughter would. Of course, she usually gets hurt and he ends up having to hug & kiss her in apology anyway. I also don't discourage if she initiates a hug, which she does on occasion. You hear the nightmare stories of how easily step parents cross the lines with step children and I would rather not allow it to get anywhere near that.
Any words of wisdom ? (serious responses only please)
I got invited to this friend of mine who i havent talked to in a year or so. my daughter and I went up to her house and hung out then went a few houses down to the neighbors house. My daughter got along with the nieghbors daughter and played and spent the night. I was going to sleep at my friends but I wanted to go home to my own bed. To make a long story short, this so called friend who asked me what i was doing today. i said i could bring up some food to make dinner if she wanted. so when i got there my daughter and the neighbors kid wanted to go to the park so i brought them to the park with the fathers permission. I called this so called friend and told her we were on our way back up. and asked her if the kids could play. she said fine. right when i walk in the door the neighbor mothers was on her phone yelling at her telling her to get home and no one could play right now. then the "friend" looks at me and goes oh yeah and i forgot i'm going to my cousins for dinner. the whole situation was just really wierd. i brought food over because i ate at her house all day yesterday and i thought we could make dinner. i just want advice about this situation because it felt like to me she was obviously kicking me out and i was there only for a minute. and also why wouldnt this "friend" tell me she had plans on the phone and the kids couldnt play.... What do you think????
I got invited to this friend of mine who i havent talked to in a year or so. my daughter and I went up to her house and hung out then went a few houses down to the neighbors house. My daughter got along with the nieghbors daughter and played and spent the night. I was going to sleep at my friends but I wanted to go home to my own bed. To make a long story short, this so called friend who asked me what i was doing today. i said i could bring up some food to make dinner if she wanted. so when i got there my daughter and the neighbors kid wanted to go to the park so i brought them to the park with the fathers permission. I called this so called friend and told her we were on our way back up. and asked her if the kids could play. she said fine. right when i walk in the door the neighbor mothers was on her phone yelling at her telling her to get home and no one could play right now. then the "friend" looks at me and goes oh yeah and i forgot i'm going to my cousins for dinner. the whole situation was just really wierd. i brought food over because i ate at her house all day yesterday and i thought we could make dinner. i just want advice about this situation because it felt like to me she was obviously kicking me out and i was there only for a minute. and also why wouldnt this "friend" tell me she had plans on the phone and the kids couldnt play.... What do you think????
I am 19-years-old and i am in the hospital i been in here for a few days now for monitoring because of my blood pressure and a few dips in my daughter heart rate so my personal doctor wanted to admit me. This is my first time being pregnant when i first found out i wasn't in a stabled relationship and i guess you can say we was just messing and come to find out he was married and he was having problems but to make that long story short him and his wife worked everything out. I still keep in contact his wife do ask me how i am and they have got the baby some clothes and i was a virgin so he is 100% the father so yeah to get that out the way but he is a wonderful guy he got an extra job so he can help me with the baby so hes not an issue nor his wife. I guess im real nervous about the actual labor the contractions are like hell how do you all get threw it? how do you feel afterwords? I am also having a little girl and i am very excited and very well prepared its just im real scared because my little one will be born premature.
I'm sorry my post sounds confusing but im just basicly asking for comfort i guess you can say. I am in the hospital and in active labor off and on and im 32 weeks pregnant. I talked with the nurse already about what may happen i just wanted to talk with other moms who experienced or is currently experiencing what im going threw and plus im scared about labor this is my first time.
Isabel Allende was born on August 2, 1942, in Lima, Peru. Her parents, TomA?s and Francisca Allende divorced when she was only three. After the divorce Isabel traveled with her mother to Santiago, Chile, where she was raised in her grandparents' home. Allende graduated from a private high school at the age of sixteen. Three years later, in 1962, she married her first husband, Miguel FrA�as, an engineer. Allende also went to work for the United Nations Food and Agricultural Organization in Santiago, where she was a secretary for several years. Later she became a journalist, editor, and advice columnist for Paula magazine. In addition she worked as a television interviewer and newscaster.
When her uncle, Chilean president Salvador Allende , was assassinated in 1973 as part of a military takeover of the government, Isabel Allende's life changed greatly. At first she did not think that the new government would last, but later she realized that it was too dangerous to stay in Chile. So her husband, and their two children fled to Venezuela. Despite the fact she had established a successful career as a journalist in Chile, she had a difficult time finding similar work in Venezuela. During her life in exile Isabel was inspired to write her debut novel, The House of the Spirits , which became a best seller in Spain and West Germany. Based on Isabel's memories of her family and the political change in her native country, the book describes the personal and political conflicts in the lives of several generations of a family in a Latin American country. These events are communicated through the memories of the novel's three main characters: Esteban and Clara, the father and mother of the Trueba family, and Alba, their granddaughter who falls into the hands of torturers during a military takeover. The House of the Spirits earned the Quality Paperback Book Club New Voice Award nomination. The novel was adapted by the Danish writer and director Bille August and was released as a film in the United States in 1994. The House of Spirits was followed by Of Love and Shadows, which concerns the switching at birth of two infant girls. One of the babies grows up to become the focus of a journalist's investigation, and the revelation of the woman's assassination compels the reporter and her photographer to go into exile. The novel received a Los Angeles Times Book Prize nomination. While on a lecture tour in San Jose, California, to promote the publication of Of Love and Shadows in the United States, Allende met William Gordon, a lawyer, who was an admirer of her work . Having been divorced from her first husband for about a year, she married Gordon in 1988 and has lived with him in Marin, California, ever since.
As she became more popular, Allende decided to devote all of her time to writing and quit her job as a school administrator. Her next book, Eva Luna. The novel received positive reviews and was voted One of the Year's Best Books by Library Journal. Allende followed up this novel with The Stories of Eva Lu. The Eva Luna stories were followed by The Infinite Plan. The Infinite Plan received less praise than Allende's previous books. Still, as novelist Jane Smiley pointed out in her Boston Globe review, Not many authors from foreign countries have even attempted writing a novel from the point of view of a native of the new country. Allende's next work, Paula , was a heartbreaking account of the circumstances surrounding the long illness and death of her daughter in 1991. Published in 1999 Daughter of Fortune is the story of Eliza Sommers, a girl who breaks with nineteenth-century Chilean tradition to follow her lover to California. In September 1996 Allende was honored at the Hispanic Heritage Awards for her contributions to the Hispanic American community. In 1998 she received the Dorothy and Lillian Gish Prize for excellence in the arts. Another novel, Portrait in Sepia, was published in 2001.
thats all i got i dont know how to end it
very long story short.too anxious to type. im a 35 yr.old single mom. just finally able to get public housing and able to leave abusive husband(physically & emotionally).on my own w/ (child) for about 31/2 months. no thin good came out of this . one thing bad after another (lost all we had in fire ,in the home i was leaving),lost 17 yr. old son to his father,that was only income-$88.00 a wk )in child support (car ins. got dropped)daughter not able to adjust to new school) on on & on ---- HOWEVER I BELIEVE what dint kill me will make stronger. yes i know the"SHOULD VE WOULD VE COULD'S, but i ain't got time 4 that. I been with one guy since my soon 2 b x husband. Didn't want a relationship, yeah-------- just **** A GOOD TIME. (so im human ,sue me). well im 9-10 wks.. pregnant, cannot emotionally handle another child nor financially. yes, stupid to play w/ fire. yes i got burned bad.i need serious help and not judgments (leave that up to MY GOD----plz). i am not w this guy, he knows and says he'll stand beside me whatever i decide. 1st off, he got 7 other kids. (almost all 18)
2nd- he was becoming obsessive and brought flashbacks of my husband .. i have been on antidepressants for about 3-yrs.now. took a long time to find the right one, also have been on anxiety/panic meds and adhd meds. been a heavy smoker for the last 3-yrs.( smoked since i was 14, but got real bad . phych doc told me a year ago to at "least cut back". things in my life have been insane. i don't really want an abortion, but i don't think there's a choice here, isn'T this unborn inside of me already gonna be messed up???? adoption--- yes i WOULD, but why give birth to a childthat'ss gonna have major problems? would anyone still adopt?????--ididn'tt know i was this far along. i keep taking the meds cuz i need them.don'tt know for sure if he will come up w/ the $$$$ for the abortion, i will find out this week. i have all but gone crazy now. HELP-??????????any woman,health caree proff????
So I am writing a book and I need some help about laws regarding a parent relinquishing/ transferring custody to someone unrelated to the child. And about money left to a child when a parent dies. Here is a little information about the story.
A 13 year old girl's mother dies, and leaves her daughter around 70 thousand dollars, a house and a car. The girl's father was never married to the mom, and is currently married to someone else and living in another state. He never had custody of his daughter either.
So would custody just transfer to the father? I am pretty sure that it would. But also since the girl is a minor, who controls the property and money passed on to her? The father?
Okay so back to the story, the daughter goes and lives with her father and stepmother, but it just doesn't work and the father sees this and agrees to let his daughter go back home to live with someone who was her mother's best friend.
How would this work? How could the father give custody to the best friend? And what would happen to the money? Would the best friend have control over the daughters money?
I would prefer someone with legal experience to answer, a lawyer would be perfect. Please don't answer if you have no idea about this sort of thing.
Oh and if you need to know the states, the father lives in Pennsylvania and the daughter is from Washington.
In the beginning it was just my mom, my little sis rose, and me walking inside a mall and enjoying our time as mother and daughters. It wasna��t until we got home, I noticed what my mom was really trying to do. She was saying good bye to me and rose for good because she was leaving rose and me with my aunt, Jean hathaway. My aunt, Jean, was the most funniest person to live with.
a�?Dona��t worrya�? she said to me a�? I will still be able to see you once things are settled, and when I move out.a�?
a�? like thata��ll happena�? I replied a�? I mean you say youa��ll see me, but youa��ll just leave me with aunty; you always do!a�?
All my mom did was sigh and retreat outside to talk to my aunt and she said something that worried my aunt more than it should have. I was capable of maintaining a stable life with or with out my mom and ever since my dad died I was perfectly able to take care of me and my little sister, Rose. oh, I guess I never introduced my little sis, Rose. Rose has always been a supporter, and she was not your regular student; rose was a genius. Rose had a way of persuading people to do what she said even though it was also hard on her for loosing our dad in that car crash. After that, Rose was silent for a very long time, but soon enough she went out of her shell and started to communicate with some of her old friends who excepted her back with open arms. Many things changed after our fateful father a�?dieda�? in a mysterious car crash with me and my sister inside with him two years ago. They could not identify if the body was even our dad or any one else, and since I had amnesia, I was useless.
a�? come on Leah lets hit the rode before we hit the traffica�? called our aunt from the car taking me out of my reverie.
a�?sure, Ia��m coming aunty Jeana�? I yelled back
If only I could remember what happened things would not have happened, I would be at school playing volley ball with me friends Ally and sam. Let me explain that, since I cana��t remember who was with me in the car besides my little sis, they decided it had to be my father because he never came back home even though they found a burned body that couldna��t be identified, so they pronounced him dead. I had to stay with my mom; now my mom does not want to deal with me and she tried to take Rose away from me, but Rose would not allow to be away from me for one second. Next thing I knew Rose was with me going to my aunts house in Denalli.
a�? youa��re going to like Denalli, girls.a�? my aunt said to me and Rose. a�? ita��s hot and therea��s sometimes rain there.a�?
a�?greata�? I muttered a�? maybe there will be more time to spend in doors than out side.a�?
my aunt then never spoke out for the whole ride there towards her home town. We were now in Denalli and it was the most muggiest place I have seen. It looks like my aunt had her weather wrong about Denalli; she was never into watching the news these days anyway, and she would always say that watching the news were for boring people. As we drove into the drive through, I saw three pale boys playing basketball on a drive way. Once I got out of the car, the boys suddenly stopped playing their game. They were staring at me and my little sis and then resumed their game; all of them played except for one of the boys, who was looking at me; more like observing me with his eyes. Next thing I knew he turned his head when I looked at him. Was it me he was looking at? or was he looking at the car? My aunt owned a beautiful red toyota that was always shiny. Maybe he was looking at the car and i just interpreted wrong? I wanted to be sure what he was looking at, so I turned my head again. Once I did, the boy turned his head quickly again. hmm this was interesting.
a�? Aunty Jean, who are those boys?a�? I asked
a�? Oh, those boys go to the school I teach at.a�? she replied.
a�? whoa��s the one observing them, the one that stopped playing with them?a�? I asked another question.
a�? Oh, that Dimitriusa�? she replied. a�? hea��s the captain of the basket ball team, and those boys that I told you go to your new school are all part of the basketball team and his brothers.a�? so the mystery boys name is dimitrius?
a�? why?a�? she asked curiously a�? do you want me to introduce you to them?a�?
a�?What!a�? I almost nearly yelled. I would be too embarrassed to interrupt their game just to say hi to me! a�? No, ita��s okay I just wanted to know the neighbors thats alla�?
a�? Dona��t be ridiculous Leaha�? she said a�? Ia��ll introduce you. Oh boooooooys! can you be dears and come over here for a second and help me!a�? she yelled across from the road. They all looked up and ran across the street, including, Dimitrius, the one who was staring at something I didna��t know.
a�?Hey Ms. hathaway.a�? they all said in unison. a�? Did you need some thing?a�?
a�? Well..... I do.a�? she said a�? can you introduce yourselves to my two nieces and help with some of the heavy equipment? they will be living with me from know on and I want them to know everyone in Denallia�?
a�?Surea�? said one of them, he was really
Had some ideas floating about in my head for a while now that Ia��m not sure about. I havena��t really worked out the fine details of them yet, though. Ita��d be a while before I actually got on to writing them, since I have so many ideas already, but Ia��m just wondering what you guys think:
1. A psychotic depressive girl and a manic depressive boy are the (accidental) cause of their 2 best friendsa�� deaths. The story of the twisted paira��s relationship after the accident, told from the POV of their deceased friendsa�� POV. [drama; romance]
2. 95% of the worlds population take a new, untested drug which is supposed to make them live forever. They do live forever, but as undead zombies. While a Caltech graduate tries desperately to work on a cure, her younger sister is more focused on eliminating the problem as soon as possible by killing the zombies. She enlists the help of another zombie-slayer. He is egotistical and arrogant, and she hates him at first, but they gradually form a relationship as they are forced to deal with the issue together before their world crumbles around them. [fantasy horror, romance]
3. The daughter of the dictating leader of a post-apocalyptic world finds living under her fathera��s violent rule unbearable. When a DNA test reveals that she is not his biological daughter, she takes this as an excuse to run away from it. She adopts a new identity, and tries to live her life as a normal girl, which is difficult when the royal guard is search for her. [drama, romance]
4. Just when post-apocalyptic America had finally been completely rebuilt, the reigning King was assassinated a�� by his own son. Now his 17-year-old daughter, who has grown to resent her life in the spotlight, has to take on the role of Queen. But she is already a Queen to those she knows a�� an Ice Queen. She acts like she has no care for her family, her friends or her citizens, but deep inside she is suffering emotional trauma and is in desperate need of someone to melt her icy faA�ade. [drama, romance]
Any of them have the potential to be something that youa��d actually want to read?
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
A year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
Failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had bro ken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spo ken , both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
Neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
THE WEDDING TEST
I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend
and I had been dating for over a year, and so we
decided to get married. There was only one
little thing bothering me.It was her beautiful
younger sister.
My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very
tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She
would regularly bend down when she was near
me, and I always got more than a nice view. It had to
be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was
near anyone else.
One day her 'little' sister called and asked me to
come over to check the wedding invitations. She was
alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that
she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't
overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once
before I got married and committed my life to her sister.
Well , I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word.
She said, 'I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if
you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.'
I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go
up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned
and made a beeline straight to the front door. I
opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.
Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing
outside, all clapping!
With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me
and said, 'We are very happy that you have passed our
little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our
daughter. Welcome to the family.'
And the moral of this story is:
Always keep your condoms in your car.
This beats the bickering:))
Ok. Long story short. The father of my child is not a nice man. At all. He beat me up pretty badly when I was pregnant with our daughter and had hit me in the past. I always said I would never be that woman but I ended up being her. Anyway, I left the relationship. I was alone for the majority of my pregnancy with the exception of him popping in here and there, and only because I called on him to do so. I found out in May that he had another child that was born while we were together. I decided to file for child support. He told me he would not be a part of my daughter's life if I did that. He made good on his promise. The other day we went to court and he brought the other woman and his other child. It should not have been hurtful, but it still is. Its like he is trying to hurt me even more than he already has. I have already made up in my mind that I am done with him and I am filing for sole custody. But I am still hurt every time I see him with this other woman and their child. Any words of encouragement or advice would be greatly appreciated.
NET-NET: She cheated. She should have told me at the time because I could have made a choice at the time; if she loved me or even merely respect me as a person (and if you're engaged you damn well better at least respect him as a person), she should have let me make an informed decision. See below...
I'm a man who has been married for 25 years. I've been trying to deal with this same issue for 24 years. The scene: She and I fell madly in love our junior year of college. In our senior year, she said she didn't know what to do with the attraction she felt for a "new guy" she'd just met...she said he was someone she would have dated if she weren't so serious with me. About 3 months later, I caught her when "new guy" drove her home from a fraternity party b/c she was "too drunk to drive." I wasn't stalking; I was going over to see her for a break (I'd been working all night). If I hadn't pulled up when I did, I don't know what would have happened. I broke up with her for awhile; even HER FATHER said he agreed with my position. Her perspective was that I didn't care that she would have been driving drunk. My perspective...don't go to "new guy's" fraternity and get so plastered that you need a ride...and if you do, get a ride with one of your sorority sisters! At the time we were "pinned" (which is roughly the same as being engaged...I just couldn't afford a ring at the time).
Eventually, we got back together. We got engaged 9 months later. She stayed at school for an extra year while I moved 3 hrs away to start my career. It felt to me during this year apart that she was infatuated with "new guy," and they spent a lot of time together b/c they were in a campus fund-raising club together.
We got married the following year. Then 1 year after marriage, we saw "new guy" at Homecoming. I'd never met him; she acted really weird when she introduced me. About an hour later she confessed that they had kissed about 3 weeks before our wedding. I nearly puked; felt like I'd been hit with a mallet. Additionally, the speed with which she confessed and the weirdness of her behavior has ALWAYS made me feel that I have never gotten the full story. She, to this day, won't share the details (says that "he kissed her" but she didn't kiss him...for very long). She gets furious if I ever ask about it and says I should just be happy with 25 years of fidelity. I have always hoped that she would at least validate that I had (have?) the right to be hurt by her behavior. Furthermore, it's VERY unsettling that she won't give me the details. I have ALWAYS wondered if there's still more to the story and what else happened.
Adding fuel to my paranoia, we had pledged our virginity to one another for the wedding night. She gets furious and won't even answer me when I ask if she truly was a virgin on our wedding night. Again, VERY unsettling. If she's not hiding something, why won't she answer? She's says she won't answer b/c it's insulting to her that I'm even asking...but, hmm, I hadn't thought to ask who she'd been kissing when we were engaged, and I know how that turned out.
Most of my former GFs had cheated on me (kissing...possibly more, who knows), but they were just girlfriends. I'm a faithful person and thought I had found and was marrying the real deal...thought this one was different, above all that, special, etc. The "new guy" kissing incident has created mistrust and insecurity on my part for the past 24 years. I would not have married her (at least not right then) if she had 'fessed up at the time. I feel I was tricked into a deal that I wouldn't have accepted. BTY, right after the incident, she even "hypothetically" asked me about "a friend" who had kissed someone and wondered if this girl should tell her fiancA�. At the time, knowing the couple she was alluding to, I said, "No." What a cuckold dummy I was!! I trusted her so completely, it didn't even occur to me that she was talking about herself!!! I've never felt the intimacy or trust that I did prior to finding out the truth 1 year into in my marriage. She tells our daughters that she hopes they wait longer than she did to get married; says she was too young. It seems likely that we will split when our kids go to college.
1)A girl brings her fiance home for dinner.After dinner , the fiance and the girl's father go into the study for a man-to-man talk.
" So , what are you doing right now ? " asks the father.
"I'm a theology scholar," replies the fiance.
" Do you have any plans for employment?"
" I will study and God will provide "
" What about the children?' asks the father.
"God will provide"
"Your house and vehicle? "
"God will provide" Says the fiance.
After the talk , the girl's mother asks the father ," So what did both of you talk about?"
The father replies, " he has no plans of employment, but on the other hand , he think i'm god."
2)a young lady, desperately in need of a love match, arranges an appointment with a professional matchmaker : " I'm looking for a spouse. can you please help me find a suitable one ? "
Young lady: " well, let me see, he needs to be good-looking , polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable , good at singing and dancing; willing to keep me company the whole day at home during my leisure hours , if i don go out; able to tell me interesting stories when i need companion for conversation and be silent when i need rest "
the match maker listened thoughtfully and replied,
" I understand. You need a television!"
3) to impress his date, the young man took her to a very chic italian restaurant. After sipping some fine wine, he picked up the menu and ordered.
"we'll have the Giuseppe Spamblocks," he said
"Sorry,sir," said the waiter. " that's the owner!!"
4)desperate boyfriend: sir , your daughter says that she loves me, and she can't live without me, and she wants to marry me.
parent : " and you're asking my permission to marry her?"
Desperate boyfriend : No! I'm asking you to make her leave me alone!.
5)The wife searched high and low for new pair of expensive panties she had recently purchased for herself.
unable to find it, she suspected the maid and shouted at the maid, " where are my new panties? Have you taken them?"
"No , madam, I haven't taken them " replied the maid.
" then where is it? I searched the whole house. You're lying. You must have taken it for yourself."
" No! Madam! No! I swear I did not. If you don't believe it, you can check with the MAster. He knows I never wear panties!"
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