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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:25 pm
Don't let the name deceive you. This is not really for kids, but mature kids.
8D
Seriously though, this is the relationship corner. Got a problem? Post here and we, HH, will attempt to give you advice, or just cheer you up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:05 am
I'll start 'er off, here.
How do you cope with missing someone a lot?
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:54 pm
Talk to them as much as possible without being too annoying. If you know you have to be apart for a long time don't always say how much you miss them, cuz you don't want to come off needy and clingy.
I find texting is my bestfriend when I'm away from the one I love.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:57 pm
I shall keep that in mind, thanks.
=D
We don't really get to talk much since she is out working at a camp. But our time together is so amazing. It's hard to go from Heaven on Earth to not being able to see her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 3:15 pm
But what is she is not longer with you?
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:33 pm
I believe in Harvey Dent.
I agree with everything Ally said.
Another thing is, I suggest keeping something that your loved one had. That always helps me cope when I'm away from my girlfriend. I have a lot of things that she gave me, so I just look at them and I feel better if I miss her.
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:37 pm
Symphonic Fairytale I believe in Harvey Dent.
I agree with everything Ally said.
Another thing is, I suggest keeping something that your loved one had. That always helps me cope when I'm away from my girlfriend. I have a lot of things that she gave me, so I just look at them and I feel better if I miss her.
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." aw...
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:28 am
Obscure Raven Symphonic Fairytale I believe in Harvey Dent.
I agree with everything Ally said.
Another thing is, I suggest keeping something that your loved one had. That always helps me cope when I'm away from my girlfriend. I have a lot of things that she gave me, so I just look at them and I feel better if I miss her.
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." aw...
whee
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 9:36 am
We are still together as in dating, but she is at camp again. Only 2 weeks left!! Woot woot!
She snuck out on Saturday night so we could spend more time together. Then it got cold so we snuck back into her house and then I snuck out again.
=P
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:15 am
Lologator We are still together as in dating, but she is at camp again. Only 2 weeks left!! Woot woot!
She snuck out on Saturday night so we could spend more time together. Then it got cold so we snuck back into her house and then I snuck out again.
=P
See??
what have i always said...
Sneaky Sneaky. xd
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:49 pm
It was so nice. Although, I almost made her cry. So, I felt like an a**. Oh well.
Anyone else got any problems? Or do you want another one of mine?
=P
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:09 pm
I don't always... love the father of my son. We are not married... we do not live together... he doesn't help me financially with our baby. He hurt me badly and it's hard to get over it. Everyone tells me I need to find someone else, but, in all honesty, I'm afraid... for a whole bunch of reasons... I come on gaia to escape my pain... and now my fishing won't load, towns won't load, and neither will the pinball... and so... ::sighs:: grrr
who can help me?
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:34 pm
I can't say I know how that feels since I am not a father or anything, but I have to agree with the other people. If he doesn't help, and he hurt you, then you need someone knew.
As scary as it might be, I'm sure that the strength you get from your son can push you through to help you out. You've got to think about him, really.
And, the towns and s**t is always stupid for me. It's kind of depressing really.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:58 am
If he doesn't want to help willingly you should take him to court and make him help. The baby is his responsibility too.
I'm going through a separation right now, and my husband still does everything in his power to help with the kids and you should expect no less.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:16 pm
See... when it comes to money, it's a really touchy subject. Actually... that's how he hurt me to begin with. We were living together... and I was about 6 months... going into my sixth month.. of pregnancy at the time, and our rent was due the next day, so I asked him for his half of the rent. Well, he ignored me, so I cleaned the apartment, went to lay down to go to bed, asked him again (it was like 2 am at this point and I was tired, I'd worked all day,) he ignored me. I laid down in bed and was watching a movie on cable when he came in, trifled through a drawer, threw a wad of money at me, called me a bunch of obscene names.... and left the room.
So I sat there for a minute...and I didn't say anything, or do anything. Finally, I got up, picked up the money, which was all over the floor and counted it. (I wasn't a b***h when I asked for it... I just told him why I was asking... and I asked twice) He was short... a hundred bucks.... I had paid HIS phone bill like two weeks prior. So I went out, and said... do you know you're short? He started screaming at me, calling me all sorts of names like a fatass.... and... I was fed up (cuz... it just wasn't pleasurable living with him when he let strangers in and they stayed all night.) so I walked up to him... and VERY, VERY slowly pulled his chair out from underneath him. After he fell on the floor, he flew after me and hit me in the face twice. I started begging him to stop. Bam, another slap to my face and my lip busted open, blood everywhere. I pushed him back into stuff... he staggered (with his drunk a**) and fell, smashing a book shelf. He got back up and wrestled me to the bed, choking the s**t out of me... we fell onto the floor, he was up above me and I put my hands up... I could see it in his eyes....
I was begging, pleading with him... Please... please stop! Don't do it... but he did... he punched me in the stomach anyways. I wept for a few minutes... he got up and laid in bed, saying... come on let's go to sleep. I started digging through my broken stuff from after he had overturned my dresser... and was looking for my car keys... and finally... I found them. We lived right down the street from the police station. On the way there (a five block ride) I had to stop my car in the middle of the street and I threw up... not a lot... but I threw up red stuff all over myself and the car, cause I didn't quite stop in time to throw up outside the car. This is when hell began for me....
I turned out... having to teach, infront of my 25 students... with two black eyes, and a busted lip. I still have a scar on my ankle from when it slammed into the corner of my dresser as he wrestled me to the floor.
If I told you... what I can not dare to tell anyone else... would you just listen?
I am afraid to leave him... afraid of him doing something worse than this. I am afraid to leave him, feeling as though NO OTHER WOMAN deserves this. I am afraid of unleashing him, because... I am not the first. I am afraid for me too... for my son... and... the obvious may seem the choice... but sometimes... I'm not sure it's so obvious.
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