I am with my boyfriend for 6 months now and we are getting very serious. I love him to death and hes really a great guy except he drinks… alot. I am 19 and I am uncomfortable with the fact he goes to bars and drinks all night with his buddies at least once a week. Since most of the bars I cannot go to becuz I’m under 21 I feel really weird about it. I get extremely upset. I’ve been trying to relax and not yell at him but inside i just wanna scream. We’ve fought alot about it and i don’t want to argue anymore but don’t want to leave him. I need help on ways to cope with this cuz my emotions are strong with this
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Why do they leave the seat down? They want equal rights, well equal rights start at home.
I say we (men) should start yelling at them for leaving the seat down.
How would they like that?
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It was the day before my due date and I was pretty sure that I was not going to have my daughter then. I let my husband go out of town to visit his cousin in some little two-bit town three counties away.
I went to bed feeling uncomfortable but not worried. About 2am I woke up having to go to the bathroom. Once I stood up I felt a slight pop and suddenly I was all wet. My water broke. I went to the bathroom and when I wiped I noticed a slight green tinge to the liquid so I called my doctor she said to go ahead and getto the hospital even though I wasn’t having any contractions yet.
So I got the neighbor to sit with my kids and I climbed in the car and drove myself to the hospital. No contractions on the way there (luckily) but the second I pulled into the parking lot I felt the worst pain I had ever felt (even though I already had 2 kids before). It was like magic.
I made it into the emergency room but for the grace of God. I waited for the volunteer to come wth the wheelchair to take me to labor and delivery. With every contraction (which were 2 minutes apart from the beginning) I gushed all over my pants, shoes, and the ER floor. Ewww and OWW!!!
I finally make it up to labor and delivery and the had my room ready. My doctor was already there and I was in sooo much pain. I get the little gown on and struggle to get up on the bed (why do they make those things so high up? They get a kick out of watching us scratch and claw our way onto it or what?). No time for IV, pain medcation, and (thankfully) a catheter. The baby was crowning. One push and a full-on scream and she was out, all 9 lbs, 13 oz. of her. The most beautiful baby I had seen… since my last one anyway.
She set a record for that year the biggest baby born and the quickest delivery:17 minutes from entry into the ER until the cord being cut.
Do you have a crazy delivery story? Please share it. I would love to hear about it.
To the dude who thinks it was funny to post that, and anyone else with the same idea, I will report you.
My husband finally made it the next day, he would’ve been there tht night but that little two-bit town I mentioned closes their gas stations at 9pm. He was low on gas and couldn’t make it to the hospital until the next morning.
He spent the next 2 weeks buying fowers and giving me massages to make up for the fact that he wasn’t there.
He was so cute. lol
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tell me is it good? this is a section from page 12… its a romance tell me what you think…good bad shity??
Scarlett no! Wesley tried to scream but it didn’t come out nothing came out of his mouth. And he watched as she walked away from him And then as the car came. And some more…as she died.
Wesley woke up in a cold sweat breathing heavily.”God it was just a dream, that’s all man just a dream” He kept whispering to himself, but he knew that the dream was telling him something. That living without Scarlett and watching her believe he is only a friend to her is like watching her die, and she is dying…out of his life. Loss, even temporary loss can do crazy things to people and Wesley knew that now
‘Why would I ever like someone as ugly and stupid as you Scarlett!?’ The words cut her like razors and she began to cry ‘yeah go ahead and cry baby you aren’t worth anything to me you could have had a chance…earlier’ Scarlett looked up through bleary eyes and saw as Wes walked away another girl in his arms and she began to cry
Scarlett jolted herself up to the dark night around her. ”Oh my god. Oh my god. No…NO” She began to cry. She realized if she never told him how she felt he would never know. He would move on like he never cared at all. She knew she wouldn’t be able to live through it. She just knew. And she knew it all along that that was why she wanted most… to push him away. Fear of rejection can do crazy things to people and Scarlett knew that now
After tossing and turning for an hour Wesley finally decided that he had to see her. It didn’t matter if all he could see was a pile of covers over where she slept, he had to see her know she was safe. Wesley got out of bed and pulled a plain white v-neck t-shirt over his bare chest, then a pair of jeans over his boxers. He hurridly put on his favorite torn up black converse…somehow they gave him confidence. The he quickly but quietly ran out the front door. Wesley walked quickly down the mostly silent streets of Solana Beach California, till he finally stood right in front of Scarlett’s house. “This is it buddy” he told himself “you can’t run away now”.
As Wesley looked up to the second floor he saw a light on. He took a deep breathe and decided to take a chance. He bent down and picked up a pebble that was laying by his foot, he weighed it in his hand, then lightly chucked it at the window. It made a light tap on the glass then fell back to the ground. He waited a few minutes then picked up another and lightly chucked it the window. A few minutes later the window creaked open a little. A small voice whispered into the darkness. “Who is it?”
“Scarlett? Its Wes…I uh…umm was just” Wesley knew there was no logical excuse as to why he was throwing rocks at her window at three in the morning so he just told the truth “I was um checking up on you”
Scarlett yawned confused “What?”
“ummm I came to” Wesley ran a hand through his hair. “to…check on you” He answered closing his eyes.
“oh well umm…thank you?” Scarlett said sounding incoherent
“yeah well uh…bye”
“Wait Wes?” Scarlett whispered.
“Yeah?” Wes said turning around quickly. He found himself wanting to give her whatever she wanted.
“Umm meet me by the front door?”
“sure” Wesley walked across the yard and waited till Scarlett came out in her sweats and t-shirt.
“sorry I umm I just wanted to say…thank you…for umm checking on me’
“oh uh yeah sure” Wesley said confused.
Then Scarlett fell into Wesley’s arms and stood there…hugging him. “I missed you”
Wesley, shocked answered “Umm yeah…so did I”
Scarlett pulled away “sorry”
“no no…its fine…” Wesley said pulling her back against his chest. They stood there…till the sun
began to rise and Wesley had to get home.
As Wesley walked down the streets of Solana Beach, he thought of Scarlett and the way her hair had smelled like it was infused with a hint of warm vanilla. God, why can’t I stop thinking about her. Wesley thought, and he couldn’t. Not her smell, or her eyes, or her laugh, and most definetly not the way she made his heart race. The way she looked at him when he confused her. The way her lips pulled up into a beautiful smile. The way her eyes danced like the waves of the ocean. He wanted to be with her and he knew he couldn’t just deny it, because his heart ached whenever she was away, it raced when she was close, it skipped a beat when he touched her. Wesley knew it was all girly, but…it was the way he felt with her. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t just want her… he needed her. She had become a necessity.
Scarlett sighed. “God he is perfect.” Scarlett whispered to herself. It was 12:00 in the afternoon and she was still in her sweats in bed thinking of him. How he made her heart stutter then pick up again every time he touched her. He made her want to forget about the present and just live for the times they had together. She knew it had gone a lot farther than just wanting to be with him she needed to be with him. He had beco
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My boyfriend and I broke up on Thursday. We’d been dating and living together nearly two years. Within three months of meeting, he proposed, but I knew he was making a hasty decision and said that we should get to know one another better.
Almost two years later, I am prepared for a more serious commitment, but he isn’t. I wanted to marry him, but he couldn’t say with certainty that he wanted to be in any committed relationship anymore (including our present situation), so I left him. I feel that it will only hurt me more if I wait for him to be ready to commit. I feel like I deserve a man ready for commitment.
We live in a one-bedroom apartment. It’s nearly impossible for me to get over him (or cry, or scream) when he’s in the same apartment. How can I miss him if he isn’t gone?
It’s killing me, but I’m trying to separate myself from him entirely. We’re not speaking unless necessary, but I’m terrified of coping when he finally does find his own place, leaving me in an empty house. I’m also hurting knowing that he’ll probably nail the first girl he can as soon as he’s gone.
Most of all, though, I feel like a failure for not being good enough to make him want to settle down. How could he change his mind, and be so calm about it, when just weeks ago he was crying at the prospect of losing me?
Has anyone gone through this? Can anyone help me move on? And does the "distance yourself & he’ll come to his senses" thing fail-proof? He seems completely fine about the whole thing.
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