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“If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.” - Jay Asher (Thirteen Reasons Why)
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A Letter To My Ex: Stephen
Stephen,
I think back on all the times our friendship brought us together. You were my first love...my first kiss...my first heart-wrenching breakup.
I remember our first kiss, it was perfection (literally) The sky was pink and purple, and it was sunset, and you and I stood out on the corner by your parents house and kissed. I swear time stood still. I could see forever, and for a moment I could almost imagine us 60 years later in our rocking chairs holding hands.
Like all good things, everything must (will) end. Weeks later I arrived back from Idaho, and you arrived back from Mexico (or wherever) I had butterflies just seeing you again, but it wasn't the same for you...you acted like you were to cool to be seen with me and treated me inferior. I didn't even know how to react other than running to the bathroom to bawl my eyes out.
I literally stayed in there till Jeremy came in to retrieve me. I felt so betrayed, but I need to thank you, if it weren't for you I probably wouldn't have developed a love for church and God like I have now. Because of you I threw myself at church.
When you started dating Rachel, I must admit I HATED it, I was livid, and she told me our breakup was caused because I was fat. (that's why I lost all my weight) I ran every day all the while the pain I'd inflict on your heart my motivation.
I was cold and heartless, I became friends with Rachel just to sabotage her. Meanwhile I stayed close to you just so I could shove my happiness and lack of heartbreak in your face. (deep down I was hurting more than tears could possibly show).
After you and Rach broke up I moved in for the kill. Part of me wanted to take you back for real, but then part of me hated you for making me feel like shit. We went to Batman Returns...which was a great date and for a moment everything seemed perfect again, and then we went to Kirby and you making comments about Lindsay Lohan and how hot she was boiled up the remaining anger from our breakup.
How could I be sure you'd never dump me for someone hotter again? Even though you claimed to "Love" me.
I broke your heart. I literally ripped it up stepped on it, and spit.
I want you to know that not a day goes by I don't regret the things I said...the actions I took. I do miss what we had. I miss who I was when I was with you.
Alas, that girl is no more. She grew up into a women who got taken advantage of, beat, raped, and hurt more than you know. I can't help but think all that happened because of bad Karma from treating you the way I did.
I'm married to someone who literally saved my life, and I have two beautiful children.
You're married to a lovely young woman who's given you a son to raise to be just as sweet as you.
I am so glad you found happiness Stephen. I hope that your life will be filled with happiness.
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Divorcing Part Of My Family
If I could write my family this is what I'd write right now:
Dear McCurdy Family,
I don’t consider myself part of your family anymore (which should excite most of you).
You should all be ashamed of yourself, once proud to consider myself part of this family I can only say now that I’m glad my grandparents didn’t live long enough to see the piece of crap it’s become. You all may think I’m an embarrassment to this family, but I think you all need a good long look in the mirror. The vast majority of this family treats the other half like they’re worthless shit wiped on the bottom of their shoe. I’m sorry we’re not living up to your standards, but maybe you should remember where you came from.
I can’t say anything about my uncle Gary other than the fact that he must have some superhuman tolerance for bullshit. I can’t believe that anyone would willingly put themselves with such hateful and mean people.
Yes, I shaved my head. I don’t know if you know what over processed hair does when it’s heated up with a flat iron, but it literally melts and falls off your head. 75% of my hair was falling out after I tried to dye it blonde, I took a preemptive strike and shaved it off. I guess I found out that blood isn’t always thicker than water. Then I make a comment about how it’s stupid to say the world is ending over someone getting elected president (because it’s overdramatic as shit and from an eighteen year old I’d definitely expect more maturity)
Not only I, but my parents get literally verbally abused to the point of no return by a bitch that for quite some time lived on the system. Excuse me, yes I feed my family with food stamps so I support the continuation of them, oh and my husband served in Iraq and was in the army for 6+ years, but yeah no sweat off your back while you’re drinking your margaritas and shit. Talk all the shit you want but your family isn’t perfect.
People in this family like to think they’re so perfect, but really you’re not.
Cheryl all you do is talk about everyone behind their back…my mom, me, my friends, my husband, Pam, Becky, and God only knows who else. Know this: The only reason I haven’t gone to blows with you or Frank is because my mom loves you so much. I have no regard for any of you. Honestly y’all could drop dead tomorrow and I wouldn’t give a damn.
You’ve called my husband a piece of shit, told me I should divorce him, called him ugly…and then you expect me to just forgive you because you called him a good dad ONCE, unfortunately REALITY doesn’t work that way.
Then you disrespect my family by saying you’re coming up to visit them and only show up for dinner spend an hour talking and then leave. Then you have the nerve to tell my mom that she was the one being rude.
Your fibro doesn’t give you a right to treat people like shit; it’s not an excuse for anyone to treat anyone else like shit. You should see a therapist who actually wants to help you with your problems not medicate you and diagnose you with bullshit things.
Your son isn’t perfect the sooner you realize that the better. For everyone he’s done shitty things, he’s said shitty things, and he can be a shitty person at times. He treats women like trash, and makes mean comments about everyone. His ass was fat for years yet he said some pretty mean stuff to me about fat people.
You say how bratty I was as a child, but you failed to see how crappy Frank and Shawn, and Thomas all treated me. It wasn’t because I did anything different than Chianna, but they just liked her better than me. I wanted to be accepted by my own family which I see now was just a stupid wish because it will never happen.
Now that it’s out of my system I’m blocking you all and officially forgetting any of you exist.
-Stephanie
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1. When do you feel most lonely?
2. When do you feel most complete?
3. Name your five closest friends. Have you ever liked any of them as more than a friend?
4. What are thee characteristics that make a person attractive to you? What do you like so much about them?
5. What are three characteristics that make a person unattractive to you? What do you dislike so much about them?
6. Where is the scariest place to be?
7. Who is the scariest person to see?
8. What is the saddest scenario you can think of?
9. Who would you love to meet? What do you love about them?
10. Who would you hate to meet? What do you hate about them?
12. Do you ever worry about your sanity? If so, why? If not, why not?
13. What's scary about the dark?
14. What's most comforting to you?
15. What breaks your heart?
16. What mends your heart?
17. How comfortable are you with yourself?
18. Do you believe you learn to love others after you've learned to love yourself or that you learn to love yourself through the love of others?
19. Where is your happy place?
20. What does "breaking down" mean to you?
21. What does "love" mean to you?
22. What's at the top of your wish list?
23. Most embarrassing desire?
24. What makes a person cute?
25. What makes a person ugly?
26. What makes you cute?
27. What makes you ugly?
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A Letter To My Son
Isaac,
You're 4 at the moment. You concern me some days...spouting off about boobies (which I know you learned from your dad...who will never fess up to teaching you what boobies were)
Enjoy being a kid...run around in the dirt, make mud pies, throw worms at your sister (but stand up for her when she needs a hero)...be gross...boys are gross sometimes...But don't let anyone tell you you can't wear a pink tutu or sparkly shoes...you're 4 it has no meaning...it just means you like sparkly colorful things. Who doesn't? Right?
Childhood will eventually end, and then things will start to get complicated. You're a feeler...and feeler people tend to get hurt...ALOT. Hold your chin high hot shot! You're gonna knock 'em dead.
Girls, they're pretty, but don't let a pretty girl fool you...you want someone with heart. You NEED someone with heart. She has to have a beauty that makes everyone stop because she entered a room. Choose someone who has a brain like yours...constantly curious about the world around her (so you both can adventure together)...don't just hand your heart to anyone sweetheart.
The world will tell girls to protect their virtue, but darling you have virtue too. Protect it. You should only sleep with someone you know without a shadow of a doubt that you'll be with forever. There are no take-backs when it comes to babies (even abortion comes with consequences my love).
Treat your woman like a Queen. Love her to the ends of the earth, and make sure she treats you like her King. Love is not something to toss mildly into the fire...do it with all your heart and soul.
Never lose your love for God. He's your guide. He'll lead you down the path you need to go, he'll bring you the wisdom you need to get a job, and he'll point you down the path to your love and mate.
(Now, I don't want you thinking I'm forcing you to be straight)...because I am in no way forcing any sexual preference upon you. If you are gay...I will love you just the same, and I will give you the same advice when it comes to love, and faith.
I don't care what people say...GOD LOVES ALL HIS CHILDREN!
Sweetheart. Never let the world get you down. Remember you always have me.
Love,
Mom
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Yep, he's pretty much going to be a lady killer...I'm sure of it. :)
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Omg...this smile pretty much killed me...I am such a biased mom but I'm pretty sure I have the cutest little girl ever!
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Why are you staring at me in that tone of voice?
So, this morning I wake up at 3am to my DH plopping our DD in bed with me. She's 2 years old and hasn't breastfed since she was 8 months, but where does that child go as soon as she's in bed? She pulls down my nightgown and rams her face right into my tit (which by the way when you're half asleep and not prepared, REALLY HURTS!) So half the night I am unable to go back to sleep because she's either cuddling to my boob, or petting my face (which was really awkward) Then we end up waking up at 7am and going down to feed the kids. DH gets a call back from LOOMIS! Which was exciting they decided they wanted to interview him a second time today, we're hoping he gets the job.
I had a stressful MRI this morning as soon as they got me in the tube I felt an overwhelming urge to cry, I have realized in the past few days that I am indeed claustrophobic.
Well, America's Got Talent is about to come on and it's almost bedtime.
I'll write again tomorrow
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PMS (Pissy Man Syndrome)
I love how any time a girl gets pissed it always gets blamed on hormones. Nope, there's no way you could be being a total asshole. It has to be MY hormones.
Today was a good day overall, except for HIS pesky time of the month which started probably three days ago...so I'm thinking we have four more to suffer through.
My son and I watched "Finding Nemo" and "Frozen" tonight while eating popcorn. :) Mommy and son dates are so much fun anymore, especially when he grabs my face in all seriousness and says, "Mommy, I love you."
oh man, it just melts my heart, and my little penguin just sits there lookin' at me and I know everything will be alright because I've got him and his little munkin' sister to keep me on the up and up.
I'm so fed up with DH's moods recently. I honestly don't know what the hell is up, he's got no motivation, no energy, and he's constantly walking around like he's got a stick up his ass and everyone is against him.
He's got till my birthday to prove himself. I hope he exceeds expectations, but I have a feeling he may come up lacking.
Oh well...till tomorrow
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My hubby is my life...4 years later I can't believe I'm the luckiest woman alive.
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