i m not a ugly boy and i can say i m not worst than chris pine. but he has a chance to make romance with lindsay lohan. but i dont have. and we have a lot of common sides with him. we have a common god simply. and maybe both of us like lindsay. the difference between me and him: he is rich and famous but i m not. and i dont have chance to choose second linsay because there is only one. (and she dont know anything about me.) so where is the justice? can you answer me?
I do not believe in God-I am not intimidated by the threat of HELL eternal to believe in this creator of yours. But I despies any religion that THREATENS as a means to control. Now Christianity not only uses this THREAT but it also promises PARADISE for all of those that compky. Imagine Heaven if you will. Everybody just like you all praising Gods name in glorious Hallelujahs. Ever been BORED in Church. Well imagine CHURCh for all eternity because that is the way your Heaven is described. All day everyday praising your Creator. No sex no drinks, angels playing frisbee with their halo’s-OH BOY! really back to the Q:Do you believe in God because of what he has promised you or do you believe in him because you want to?
Why do ppl think ur a satan worshiper if u do magic? Just cuz u do magic doesn’t mean u worship the devil, many do magic but believe in the God and Goddess of thier religon. I dont get why ppl make up so many suspisions.
I’m an 18 year old guy. Here’s the story…
During most of my young childhood, I had a wonderful, loving relationship with my mom. But then it seemed, over a fairly short amount of time, that we had grown extremely far apart. My parents had a trouble marriage. At one point my mom cheated on my dad and it got to the point that they were fighting and screaming at each other every night. Then when I was about 13 years old, my mom had a near death experience with a ruptured appendix. She said that God saved her. After that, she became extremely religious and changed in many ways from her old self. For example, she used to tell me there is nothing wrong with homosexuality, but now she says that homosexuals are an abomination. By that time, my mom had quit her job and instead got up every morning and read the bible. She went to a some kind of class, like a life-coach therapeutic class. Then she said that she started to remember things from her childhood, like her dad molesting her as a girl. I’ve talked to my uncles and my grandmother about it and they said that all they remember is that my grandfather did check to see if her "cherry was broken." She then got angry with every single person in her family and cut all ties with them, even though they seemed close. Finally my parents said that they were getting a divorce. But, my mom wanted custody of me and my brother. It was a lengthy, dreadful, and expensive divorce. What pushed me over the edge was when me and my mom got into a horrible fight. We were yelling at each other and she kept getting in my face and screaming at me because I said she was acting crazy. Then she said that maybe it’s me that’s crazy and just snapped and lost all control. I picked up a picture frame and slammed it down on a chair. Then I went into her room and destroyed everything I could find. She called the police, and they arrested me because a tiny shard of glass cut my mom’s leg from the picture frame. I was 15 years old. After that, we just stopped talking. She kept saying it was my fault that I went to jail. She wasn’t completely cold however. She would cry because I wouldn’t call her. But I just couldn’t take the hurt that she brought anymore. My dad got custody of me and all charges of domestic violence was dropped. I made a few attempts to see her, but she would talked about is how wonderful God and Jesus are. Now we don’t talk. I called her on Christmas but she didn’t answer. She lives a mile away from me, and it’s so sad. I don’t cry anymore and I have more or less moved on, but it just kills me because it almost feels like my mother is dead.
I’m sorry I ranted, but this is also just helping me get it off my chest. Do you think I am being a horrible son for not talking to her? What should I do?
My mom says that I should just use any ring but I want one that says something like "True Love Waits" I have just read a great book and all of the book all of the girls were christian and wore purity rings and after a little research I realy want one I have already promised to save myself till marriage (i did a long time ago) I am 13 and have no way to get money but REALY REALY want one I want my friends to ask and me to tell them I am saving myself for marriage How can I get the money for it, and I dont just want it to be there I want to have a special time with god read a few passages and pray do you know of anything I could read or anything I want this to be a special thing between me and God
…Just answer me this.
Why is it that a large portion of straight girls looooove gay men, but then when it comes to lesbians, they’ll freak and begin to flatter themselves by saying, "What if she likes meeee?" Why are we seen as such threats?
And the same goes to straight men who freak out at gay men, though they seem to engage in a more physically violent or outward way, or even keep the "psst, psst, he likes me" talk to themselves.
Because, GOD FORBID a disgusting dyke chick find you attractive or admire you, and you feel the threatened need to shut them out of your life no matter what sort of pleasant experience you’ve had previously, and add to the gossip circle when one hasn’t even given you a second chance.
I can’t even talk to a straight girl without her snickering to another girl or starting sh*t about how she’s uncomfortable or feels that I’ve been checking her out, simply because I’d like to get closer or talk, or become friends. Since when can’t one talk to another without suspectability of attraction, if that?
I’ve never in my life met a straight girl that’s actually cool with bisexual girls or lesbians and doesn’t find them "creepy" or scare-mongers herself into thinking she’s somehow universally attractive to every chick with short hair and who likes to play sports. I know that the supportive straight chicks DO exist, but most of the time, they’ll go on a half-a$$ scale and only talk to gay men. And there are a very few that DO support bis and les chicks, but would someone on Yahoo! Answers please tell me; WHERE IN HELL ARE THEY ? 
-END RANT.- *sigh*
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I’m in an incredibly bad mood due to yet another failed attempt/ruined friendship upon a straight girl finding out that I’m gay, when I’ve held less than ten conversations with her, tops. Potential acquaintance rate is now down to zilch once again. These past 3 years have just not been my years, eh? (:
So, my real 2 questions here that I would like to ask you:
1. How do I advert stupid girls thinking I like them when I do not? And even if I happened to fancy them, how can I avoid being "outed" when I’ve displayed completely mellow behavior, only to be released by my sexuality?
2. How can I possibly engage myself, as a semi-open lesbian, into "normal" female activities (such as changing for gym class, participating in class plays that involve male-female romance, etc.) without experiencing said awkwardness or facing constant confrontation?
When will my reign of shame end?!
(inb4 "Why do you only try to make friends with straight girls?". Because trust me, I don’t.)
And if you want to know why I’m so upset at the moment: because a female acquaintance told me that she "could never be friends with" a gay girl because there was [REPORTEDLY] "always" a "chance" that the girl would "like her", and that "our friendship just wouldn’t work that way". And YES, this was in reference and response to ME, since a family member who goes to the same school made a certain commentary that outed me to her.
WOAH, I just realized how much I wrote. That was WAY more than 2-3 questions.
SORRY, GUYS.
here is the second part
Slowly without realization of my actions, I was climbing out the window, and walking with this strange man. My mind was gone, and my heart was racing. I will never forget what happened that day. The story he told so strange that he couldn’t have possibly made it up, yet so unreal it couldn’t be true.
He held my hand softly, looked me in the eyes and began with a sigh.
“I am not a man. I am a God. I am Aeolus, king of wind, son of Poseidon. My life began fifteen million years ago, when the earth was still young. I was arrogant, and as human teenage boys, I made mistakes. I killed many, and because of this, I lost many. Father, punished me by forcing me into exile by turning me into a man.”
He had said, ” No God has yet to act as you, you have hurt the ones who you loved, you are not yet worthy of the life which you live.”
“Of course I was distraught, and have roamed the earth for the one thing that will change me, ever since. They say that love, and passion is the only thing that can change a God from an ignorant, violent youth, into a strong, wise man. Legend has it that when I find true love, the one soul that mine is destined to be with, I will become a God again, and will rule the wind as I should. I know that you are this person. Your soul cries out to mine, your heart longs to be with the one you love. Our souls are destined for each other. You must believe me, I never believed in love until I found you.”
With my brain barely grasping what he had said, I couldn’t find anything to say. It slowly registered that he was in love with me, a woman he barely knew, and he claimed to be a God, turned man.
“You don‘t even know me.” I mumbled barely audibly.
“I am a God, I know what love is, I feel things humans cannot, your soul cries out for mine, your heart knows that what I say is true and it knows that you love me as I love you. It is our souls telling me this, your spirit wants mine.” He answered. His voice was filled with emotion, I knew then that he was telling the truth. My soul, my spirit, my heart all longed to be with him.
“So you have been turned into a God again?”
“No. The legends say that the love must grow, the love must turn to selflessness, and you must let me go. You must give up your hopes of being with the one you love, in this form. You must be so selfless that you care more about my destiny then your love for me. You must kill my human form and then I will become a God. However there is a chance that your soul will not part your body, when mine does. There is a change you will live on in human form, never loving again, your soul never finding its destined mate.”
He looked in my eyes, and I could see the fiery passion that lit them. I could see what had driven him on in these centuries, I could see that our souls were destined. He knew then that I loved him.
In the next year, we were together, we loved, we laughed, we lived. I had never felt such romance, and passion. I had never loved as loved now. I could not think of the time when I must let him go, and possibly live without my destined love forever. I needed him, but I knew that he had to be returned to the world of Gods, I knew that was the only way he would find happiness and peace. I had decided that on our one year anniversary, I would release him. I could not allow myself to be as happy as I was when I knew he was in such pain, in the wrong place, following a path that was not meant for him.
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When I led him to the meadow, to give him back the life he was destined for, I noticed something about the day was different. The air seemed to hang there, lifeless and still. The chipmunks under the tree seemed somber, the birds were not chirping, the deer not frolicking in the tall grass. The world was still, holding its breath.
He looked at me and to this day I still remember what his face told me. His soft voice told me he was on the verge of tears. Yet the most startling thing, I noticed the memories untold that had once covered his eyes, was gone, replaced by love, and happiness, the passion was in full control. He was ready to change from an arrogant, violent boy into a wise, compassionate God. Love had changed him.
His last words to me were, “Elizabeth, my Elizabeth, over the past year I have grown to love you beyond belief, my heart now yearns to be with you. Even though our souls have always known, I know now that you were the person for me.” He raised his hand up to face, tracing my lip with his finger, he kissed each of my closed eyes and wiped away my tears. “You have proven to me love is real, you have given the only gifts and man can want, love, and compassion. You taught me how to love. And for that my darling I will never forget you. Even if your soul doesn‘t come with mine, I will come back for you. Look at the horizon every morning, and every night I will send a sign when I come for you. I love you, my Elizabeth.”
I had tears streaming down my face,
I had tears streaming down my face, but when I looked at his eyes I knew I was doing the right thing. I has to let him go follow his destiny. He laid on the soft, newly sprouted spring grass. I crouched next to him, and kissed him one last time.
He held a handful of my hair to his nose, and said, “I am ready, my Elizabeth.”
With my arm raised I gently brought the knife to chest, tears streaming from my reddened eyes. Yet somehow, as if my miracle, I saw through my tears, and watched as his body rose into the sky. The wind blew gently again, the chipmunk scurried to his hole, the birds chirped and the deer came out again. But my soul did not go with his.
Everyday I look out my open window, and wait for a sign, of my loves return. Looking out my open window.
here is link for part one. thanks so much for reading it. I really appreiciate it
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100223080841AAVT2Mr&r=w
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoM734CMhCT8kWnFTtC4tzyf5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20100223080707AAmlvL0
link to part one…please ingore the first link thanks
So, I don’t want you to think I’m making excuses but I do KNOW that my husband’s mother raised him to be a slob. She never held him accountable or made him clean his room. She tells me stories about how bad it used to be and laughs and says "good luck!" I have tried pretty much everything I can think of. I just let it get so terrible sometimes because I’m the only one who will ever do anything about it. I spend my time cleaning it and then he just makes a big mess again. I mean…leaving his clothes on the floor. Piles of soda cans on his desk and then when that’s full it goes to the floor. Stains on the carpet because if he spills he doesn’t clean it up, stains on the couch, pieces of food on the floor if he drops some. I mean…I love him and he’s not a fat slob he’s actually very good looking lol but he is SO messy and lazy. What in God’s name do I do?! I’ve told him it depresses me to see the house like this…that is hurts my feelings he doesn’t help me…and he says he’ll help and does it once and then goes back to his old ways. Don’t tell me to hold out on sex. That’s stupid and I won’t. Give me some other help than that please. Thank you.
Oh and his excuse is that he works all week and I just go to school so I have more time than him but it’s bull shit. That’s the number one reason. He thinks I don’t do as much because school isn’t a job and I can’t convince him that it takes up just as much time as a full time job PLUS I work 2 days a week.
for last more than two months i have been trying all methods known to me and also tried all suggestions i got from yahoo answers, but they don’t seem to work on my little cute enraged mail pal, what else can i do ? if someone can do some magic, please help me, i respect this mail pal also admire her intelligence and love the sheer innocence and
this friend’s love for life & many other things, i do not want anything from the friend, just that we continue wonder full sharing we had, God, please someone help me, i will be obliged for life.
Okay, so I posted a question a little while ago (maybe a few weeks) that was asking if my writing was good – It was a romance scene on a beach between two people named Jak and Erin.
Well, I was writing, (at 3 in the morning, again!!!) and so here’s the second romance scene between them. I just want to know if it feels real to you. Thanks for the help!
“Inexcusable!” Erin’s mom, Erica, said to Erin and Jak. “I was worried sick! We had no idea where you were, and you didn’t answer your cell phone any of the times I called you! Where were you all of this time?”
“I was…” Erin glanced at Jak for a solution.
“At the beach, Mrs. Whittier,” Jak said, a smile on his face.
“Um…yeah!” Erin said, thanking Jak silently for saving her. “We were…uh… swimming and lost track of time. My cell phone was in my shorts.”
“Didn’t you hear it ringing?” Erin’s mom asked, skeptical.
“We were in the ocean, Mrs. Whittier,” Jak said.
“Plus…um…it was on vibrate. I swear!” Erin exclaimed as her mom held out her hand for Erin’s cell phone to check if it was on vibrate or not.
Please, please, please, let it be on vibrate! Erin silently prayed, crossing her fingers behind her back. It was. Thank God! Erin yelled in her mind.
“I believe you, Erin, because you’ve never given me a reason to doubt you before, but know that trust can be lost in a split second, and it is much harder to gain it back. But if this ever happens again,” Mrs. Whittier paused, glaring at both Jak and Erin with the same murderous stare that Erin could imitate so well, “Erin you’re grounded for a week. That means no cell phone, no computer, and no going out of the house.”
“Okay mom,” Erin said, relieved that her mother was giving her a second chance.
“We’re really sorry,” Jak added.
“Okay. Jak,” she turned to him, “you should probably be getting home now. Your parents are probably very worried about you!”
“Yes, Mrs. Whittier,” he glanced at Erin, mouthed the word, window, and walked out the front door.
“Erin, get to bed. It’s very late.”
“Okay mom,” Erin said, giving her mother a kiss goodnight. Erin walked towards her room. Thank god it’s on the ground floor! Erin thought. She was about to walk into her room, but on second thought, she took the time to brush her teeth and comb her long brown hair, getting all of the tangles out from the breeze on the beach. Then, she walked into her room and found Jak sitting on her bed.
“Hey, stranger,” she whispered, closing the door behind her.
“Hey,” Jak said back, looked at her, into her intense green eyes, and decided to just say what he was going to say. “I’m sorry about what we did on the beac–” but Erin cut him off, sitting down on the bed next to him.
“I don’t regret what we did,” Erin said, reaching for his hand and grasping it, intertwining her fingers with his. “Look, I really like you,” she paused and blushed, “and I just didn’t realize it before because we were such good friends and all.”
“I like you too,” Jak replied, smiling, excited. “But what are we going to do about this? Us?” he clarified.
“We could start with this,” Erin said in a low whisper, looking at him, shy, for the first time. Jak found himself wandering in Erin’s eyes, looking for approval of what they were about to do. He found it.
Their heads came close, but this time, they were less hesitant. Then, as their lips met, Erin felt a whole new sensation from the one she felt on the beach. On the beach, the kiss seemed dangerous and daring, but now, it was familiar, as if it was needed. The kiss was full of yearning to learn more about each other and, in a way, to learn more about themselves.
Jak’s lips were gentle on hers, moving slowly, but surely, asking and pleading that this was still okay with her. Jak somehow sensed her willingness to move forward, and he became more enthusiastic. He wrapped his arms around her, smelling her raspberry scent, seeing her vulnerability, seeing her true self for the first time. Jak suddenly realized that he needed Erin. She was the only one who understood him, his only good friend. Now, he needed her more than ever because he could never forget.
They kept on kissing, and it was full of magic and wonder. Neither would let go and they were holding each other for what seemed like decades, but really no time had passed at all. Because time was now irrelevant, as they had finally found each other.
They both broke away and opened their eyes. Jak’s black eyes gorged into Erin’s green ones forever searching inside of her, inside of her heart, never wanting to leave but also knowing that he must. He grabbed her hands and whispered, “I have to go.” Erin nodded, tears coming fast. Jak squeezed her hands, hugged her, and gave her one last kiss before he climbed out of the window and sprinted across the wet lawn back to his house.
Erin laid down on her bed and silently cried, pulling her comforter close to her, smelling the balmy beach air blowing through her still open window. She cried for no reason and yet she cried for every reason. She just cried. It seemed like days. She finally cried herself to sleep.
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hey anyone who answers this question: please tell others to answer because i really need as much input as possible! Thanks so much!
High School Sweethearts- First Kiss, First everything I lost interest our their relationship because nothing was changing (I was still living in sin) for almost 6 years! He goes off to College in a different state. I break up with him because I was interested in someone else, and did not want to cheat. and also felt like I would never be good enough to be his wife. I did sleep w/ 2 people in those 5 months. A guy who I have known for almost 2 years, and this other guy who took advantage of me. I told my ex all of this, and all of the details. Maybe I was being too honest, but I love him and I know that he is the one for me but it seems like nothing I do is working. People cheat all of the time, and keep it secret, or their spouse forgives them. He has become quite religious, and I told him that god says forgive people of their sins as he did for us. So, do I deserve a second chance? Or is there no hope in winning him back?
I need help again me and my wife are legally seperated but something in my heart still makes me want to believe that we can work this out.Any way she has a restraining order against me but we have been talking on the phone and she said she loved the way i was acting.So last night i went to a club i knew she would be at just to see her and tell her i still loved her and i would continue working on myself so i could be the person she could love again.Anyway i saw her walking with another guy she said they are just friends yet she runs into bar and i meet and the door by 4 bouncers and 15 minutes later 3 cop cars show up and ask me to leave.The thing is i am not that angry person she knew i have quit drinking and have found God plus i work out 2 times a day so i can start to like my self.I have past questions on her if anyone wants some background info.What i also want to know if she was not up to anything why run into the bar and send the bouncers out to stop me.Please women only .
This poem/letter for my english class isn’t completed but I wanted to know what you guys think of it so far. To save you from confusion, let me tell you what this is about:
This poem is about a book i read. its for a guy character in the book. his name is Jonaro. and there’s a girl name Rosalie. (she calls him romeo as a pet name) They are secretly seeing each other, and engaged. They plan on spending life together. the thing is that certain people can NOT find out about Rosalie and Jonaros relationship or rosalia would get killed by them. Jonaro would probably get killed too; but Rosalie’s in the most danger. before the conclusion of the story happened, rosalie rote jon a note. the book never mentioned the note again. My assignment from my english teacher is to write a poem/letter that I think would be similar to the one she wrote Jonaro. Opinions , please!
Dearest Romeo,
We’ve been together for quite a while.
The thought of that makes me smile.
You’re there for me whenever I fall;
all it takes is a simple call.
It’s all almost to good to be real.
Every time I try to explain how I feel,
It ends in frustration
‘Cause I can’t give an explanation
that can prove to you
my feelings are true.
At my darkest times,you bring me light
Without even trying; even if we’re in a fight.
You’re the beat to my heart.
You’re the best part
of me.
Can’t you see
that you’re my best friend
and my lover, til the end?
I don’t know what’s going on in this world.
Everything’s all screwed up and twirled
around in lies and confusion
but the conclusion…
is that you’re the only thing that makes sense.
Our relationship is like commonsense
‘Cause we’re a perfect match.
Sorry, but I’ve grown quite attached.
You’re like the song that makes me sing aloud.
I can’t imagine not having you around.
You’re as sweet as the first spring breeze.
When you look at me, my heart seems to freeze.
I regret everytime I’ve ever made you hurt.
And those memories make me feel like dirt.
I guess God sometimes puts our love to the test.
But, Baby, I know you deserve the best.
I know I screw up a little too often.
and the consequences never seem to soften.
I know I should treat you better;
so here I am, sending you this letter.
We’ve made plans time and time again.
You say ‘marriage’ and I’m wondering when…
Baby, I don’t mean to sound like a jerk,
but I’m wondering if we can make this work.
We’ve got a long, hard road ahead.
I don’t want either one of us to end up dead.
Secrets are best kept when nobody knows them.
You’re the last person I’d ever want to condemn;
but everyone knows how much we love each other
In the Christian bible, it says it was stoning to death, and Jesus put an end to that in one sentence: "let he who is without sin cast the first stone"
But a Jewish book I read says if the woman admitted to adultery, she only need admit it and a divorce will be granted. If she didn’t admit it and the husband was suspicious, God’s name would be written on a cup and the cup would be immersed in water at the temple. The truth would be revealed whether God’s name on the cup stayed or vanished. A rabbi jokingly wrote that people said God would rather save a marriage than destroy it by revealing the truth.
I don’t know if death was a part of adultery or not and how it was applied.
I have a question, and please respond seriously, no jokes please.
I am a 16 year old christian boy. I attend religious education classes, and for my entire life I have beleived in God.
Recently however, I have begun to… lose faith in him. Im not sure how to word it.
I’ve been living with a father who hates me (it is a looooong story, but beleive me when I say it :\) and ontop of that, he is disabled. My family has virtually NO money, and my poor mother has such a hard time running the house without a husband that can help her.
Not only that, but last year, I met the girl of my dreams. I know I’m young and everything…but she was perfect for me. You have no idea. It was almost a fairy tale come true.We were perfect for eachother… and All i wanted in life was to make her happy… I prayed to god every night for her to be safe and happy, and for the most part, she was.
The only exception to my "fairy tale" is that she lives 6000 miles away… which was a big bummer, but I had learned to deal with it.
But now, explaining my current situation, my family is still in the same shape it was in. Extremely mean father who makes me feel like a failure, no money, small house, work piling up…
But as for the girl in my life… recently, she just…disappeared. She’s been gone for so long with no contact… and I cant get a hold of her….
My life has been empty without her… and I cant do anything about it…
Then i started thinking about where god was… I do NOT expect god to wave a magic wand and make my life better…but I still pray to him every night…begging for Justine to come back… and she doesnt…. I beg of him to help my family in some way… and it just gets worse…
I KNOW god cant magically make my life better…but how come he lets these things happen… how can he just sit by, and watch people like me’s lives fall appart…
Its times like this that I think about the Holocaust, and all the poor starving people in Africa… and it leads me to lose even more faith…
Even the other day on the internet, I saw a picture of a pile of dead bodies. The bodies were all of starved, skeletal looking african people. There was a caption under the picture that said
"God?… I dont see him, maybe he’s under the bodies"…. and it just hit me deep down…
I’m afraid that I’m losing hope in god… and theres nothing I can do about it….
This poem/letter isn’t completed but I wanted to know what you guys think of it so far. To save you from confusion, let me tell you what this is about:
This poem is about a book i read. its for a guy character in the book. his name is Jonaro. and there’s a girl name Rosalie. (she calls him romeo as a pet name) They are secretly seeing each other, and engaged. They plan on spending life together. the thing is that certain people can NOT find out about Rosalie and Jonaros relationship or rosalia would get killed by them. Jonaro would probably get killed too; but Rosalie’s in the most danger. before the conclusion of the story happened, rosalie rote jon a note. the book never mentioned the note again. My assignment from my english teacher is to write a poem/letter that I think would be similar to the one she wrote Jonaro. Opinions , please!
Dearest Romeo,
We’ve been together for quite a while.
The thought of that makes me smile.
You’re there for me whenever I fall;
all it takes is a simple call.
It’s all almost to good to be real.
Every time I try to explain how I feel,
It ends in frustration
‘Cause I can’t give an explanation
that can prove to you
my feelings are true.
At my darkest times,you bring me light
Without even trying; even if we’re in a fight.
You’re the beat to my heart.
You’re the best part
of me.
Can’t you see
that you’re my best friend
and my lover, til the end?
I don’t know what’s going on in this world.
Everything’s all screwed up and twirled
around in lies and confusion
but the conclusion…
is that you’re the only thing that makes sense.
Our relationship is like commonsense
‘Cause we’re a perfect match.
Sorry, but I’ve grown quite attached.
You’re like the song that makes me sing aloud.
I can’t imagine not having you around.
You’re as sweet as the first spring breeze.
When you look at me, my heart seems to freeze.
I regret everytime I’ve ever made you hurt.
And those memories make me feel like dirt.
I guess God sometimes puts our love to the test.
But, Baby, I know you deserve the best.
I know I screw up a little too often.
and the consequences never seem to soften.
I know I should treat you better;
so here I am, sending you this letter.
We’ve made plans time and time again.
You say ‘marriage’ and I’m wondering when…
Baby, I don’t mean to sound like a jerk,
but I’m wondering if we can make this work.
We’ve got a long, hard road ahead.
I don’t want either one of us to end up dead.
Secrets are best kept when nobody knows them.
You’re the last person I’d ever want to condemn;
but everyone knows how much we love each other
the book is kind of very similar to romeo and juliet…(rosalie notices this, which is why she calls him romeo)
Me and my ex have been broken up since the 23rd of January.He hasnt spoke to me,called or contacted me.Its as if he has forgotten me completely.I had made a mistake begging for him back,and making myself feel less than i am.That only made me feel worse.You cant force someone to love you.Two days after the breakup i asked him if he still loved me,he said no he didnt,which really hurt,because how can u possibly forget someone soo quickly.I mean we spent 9 full months together doing everything.He was my best friend.He was my first true love,which i heard takes alot of time to get over.I had made some mistakes of my own.I have disrespected him several times,made him feel as if he had to choose between me and his family,distracted him from God.this all happened when i was selfish and too confident in the middle of the relationship.My sister had told me If he really loved you he would have pushed and never gave up on the relationship no matter what.She is now married to a man that she says puts up with everything she says and does,because he loves her.His reasons to why he broke up with me were You never changed,we werent going anywhere,and i feel that God wants me to be single,and focus on him.I respect that,but i mean seriously i do not deserve this hurt,and do not believe it.His ex-girlfriend before me he had visited her in Ohio before we were dating last last christmas.It was a long distance relationship,he had payed 200 dollars plus the christmas gifts.when he arrived she had broke up with him,and had flirted and talked to one of his best friends.He had missed her from what he told me,but that is absolutely ridicolous.5 months into that relationship by phone and email and he still spoke to her,and 9 months with me and no contact whatsoever.im confused.I mean yeah i gave him emotional hurt i didnt see,but i still holded on to him and kept going strong.i had lost my dog and i begged him when he could to pay half of my new one and i would pay half.All i could do was apologize and make him see that i did not want his money or materials soo i returned them back to him.all i wanted was his support and love.from s guys perspective,do u know if he will come back,and is hiding his feelings right now?or should i just move on and let it go?why do you think he discontinued talking to me?Is he thinking bad things about me that he didnt see and telling everyone?It hurts to feel like you are the bad person.
Good God, I’m sick and tired of all this $**t over sharon, phyllis, nick, and who the baby daddy? Why in the hell would you throw away your marriage to go back to your ex-wife, then when your daughter gets sick, the preggers slut decided you need to be with your family! Nick has so many families I’m dizzy.
After maryjane poisons summer (i’ll bet money it’s her allergy no one ever knew about before his week to peanuts), Sharon finds out nick is the father, but in her infinite wisdom, decides nick and phyllis belong together– how much this week has been "we belong together" (to the point I stopped watching)…what makes sharon thinks phyllis would even want to be with nick- and in my opinion, if either were real women, they’d both throw him off the ranch!!
# 1 all living things are magic.
90% of stories after death are the same and its not the dying of the mind because 90% of people wouldent waste their time making up a story identical to others .
# 2 In 80% of the stories they say they have a more clearer mind than ever when their brain dead.
# 3 Ive prayed for an answer and a verse poped in my head that i never read or known of.I found two whole pages all anwers to my prayer.
# 4 say we can make a atom and form a person so what.who is making us form in a reproductive system.
I beleive in god I just rather be 100% than 90%
My husband suddenly left me a few weeks ago and I was stunned. We had just had our wedding 6 months ago, and just a few weeks before he left, his side of the family had thrown us another reception so they could all meet me. I came here with him (600 miles away from my family and friends) to support his military career. It took me so long to find a job and when I finally found one, it was mega stressful. I was considering looking or another job when he dropped the bomb on me. Now I HAVE to stay there, so both my work and home life are hell. He went from being affectionate to extremely mean and verbally abusive, he took me out to dinner and kissed me goodnight, and then in the morning he told me he wanted a divorce. He is always trying to start fights with me, was harassing me at work and calling me to harass me about "just sign the papers!" which there aren’t any papers drawn up yet, and I am trying to get his command to get him a psych eval. He has left the apt (but comes back weekly for more clothes) and refuses to talk to me, only communicating by text. A psychologist told me to try not to take it personally because he is sick, but it’s hard when he’s being ruthless and doing all he can to destroy your heart and get rid of you. I haven’t done anythingto deserve this and I am so hurt and bewildered I don’t know what to do.
I can’t go home for Christmas because of my stupid job, so I will spend Christmas alone. I was so happy just a short while ago, and I pray and pray to God to help me, but I fell like all I do is suffer. I don’t know why this had to happen- I had to be far away from home in a strange city knowing virtually no one (I’m a little shy), In a job I hate, Imeet and grow to love his family and friends etc., and they love me in return. He was bugging me for months and months to change my name over to his last name and now that I have finally changed everything over, he wants rid of me, and says he never even loved me to begin with!
I am just at a loss as to what to do. I have no real friends and family and feel extremely alone. I did nothing to deserve this except love and trust him and I got so hurt. I don’t know why God would let this happen, I was a good and faithful military wife, I gave him his space, I was honest and fair, I could have cleaned him out and screwed everything up for him after he left, but I didn’t. I know everybody is going to say give up and move on, and I am trying my hardest, but this feels like a death has occured and I a grieving very hard.. All our future plans together, I had started fertility treatments because we wanted to start a family. etc., are dead. On top of it I have been really sick lately, lost about 30 lbs, under a lot of stress at work. I feel like I’m in a living hell. What is this happening to me? Why? And what can I do to not be sad and sick all the time? I do not know what to do with my life now, where to go, what to do. I talk to people (who by the way say He left you!? Why you’re so pretty!" guess "pretty" has nothing to do with it), go to a therapist and I’m on medication, but this thing is still so painful I can barely get through each day. Should I be praying more? What am I doing wrong? And starting ove with someone new? I can’t even imagine it because what if I fall in love again and get discarded the same way again. How do I know the man isn’t lying to me? How do I know and relax that he won’t abandon me like the others? I can’t go thru this anymore.
I don’t feel like I can move back home, it would seem like the ultimate failure to me, and i don’t want everyone to know until I am ready to tell them, so going home for me is not really a good option at this point.
# 1 all living things are magic.
90% of stories after death are the same and its not the dying of the mind because 90% of people wouldent waste their time making up a story identical to others .
# 2 In 80% of the stories they say they have a more clearer mind than ever when their brain dead.
# 3 Ive prayed for an answer and a verse poped in my head that i never read or known of.I found two whole pages all anwers to my prayer.
# 4 say we can make a atom and form a person so what.who is making us form in a reproductive system.
I beleive in god I just rather be 100% than 90%
Me and my boyfriend recently broke up because he cheated on me. I am such a goody goody that I don’t do things to people when they screw me over, I just say GOD will handle it. But I am sick and tired of doing that it doesn’t make me feel any better. Now I am just so pissed that I want to get him good, but I am new at this. I just need some suggestions. SOME REALLY GOOD ONES.
P.S. BUT I DON’T WANT TO GO TO JAIL!
After 10 years of being together he started lying, cheating, stealing from me, not bringing money home. He was a substance abuser and at times verbally abusive. We have been apart for 3 years and now I can finally afford to get the divorce…he has "found" God and wants to come back to make things right. He is trying to get on his feet. We have 3 children that need him and really miss him. I know he has a good heart but i am afraid to take that chance. It is extremely financially hard to take care of the kids on my own. He claims that he needs to be with us to live to his potential. I am lonely but I think that he should try to thrive on his own before I even consider taking him back. Is this wrong? right now all he brings to the table is our history (prior to him doing wrong) and that he is the father of my children.
i need to know (:
# 1 all living things are magic.
90% of stories after death are the same and its not the dying of the mind because 90% of people wouldent waste their time making up a story identical to others .
# 2 In 80% of the stories they say they have a more clearer mind than ever when their brain dead.
# 3 Ive prayed for an answer and a verse poped in my head that i never read or known of.I found two whole pages all anwers to my prayer.
# 4 say we can make a atom and form a person so what.who is making us form in a reproductive system.
I beleive in god I just rather be 100% than 90%
