Dwayne nembhard
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7 powerful tips to make your boyfriend appreciate and afraid to lose you
A man's fear of losing you is the first thing he thinks about. For a man to be concerned about losing you, why? Here's a statement that some of you may find a bit controversial.... Your man will never fall in love with you if he never experiences any fear or worry about losing you. Here's another way to put it: The only way he can truly appreciate, value, and love you is if he fears that you will leave him or that he will lose you. It's time to turn things around in your relationship if you feel like you've been taken for granted or if he's not showing you the love and attention he once did. First and foremost, learn to let go of your rage and refrain from bringing it up. How are you feeling? This is a difficult task, but one that must be completed. So I'll try to explain. It's normal to be hurt and even angry when you believe he's treating you like a pawn or doesn't value your presence in his life. Also, it's understandable that you'd want to bring it up with him directly. And sometimes that's all it takes to turn things around for a short period of time. But if things don't improve, bringing up your complaints could actually make things worse. Nothing has changed despite all the discussions. Things between you are becoming increasingly difficult. The way he sees you is that you're always complaining and nagging him, so he doesn't like you.
By Dwayne nembhard2 years ago in Confessions
CREEPY SNOWMAN AT MY WINDOW
For a while, I was a struggling ghostwriter and decided to spend some time at an isolated ski resort. A good way to clear my mind and get back on track would be to go for a walk.To ensure that I would have a few weeks to think and relax, there were no other cabins nearby.As far as I could tell, at least until the last week of my stay, which made this Christmas truly memorable.I first noticed it in the middle of the night when I awoke from a deep sleep.As a child, I had no idea what I had just heard or if it had come from a bad dream. I was compelled to look out the window, no matter how I felt about the situation.It's at this point that I spot the snowman. The distance between here and there.Even the sight of a snowman would have made me happy when I was a kid. But the nostalgia for my childhood was quickly replaced by the knowledge that I wasn't the only one in the woods. It seemed like a long way to walk just to build the snowman from the cabin where well was staying.Despite the strange sensation, I was too exhausted to give it much thought and was able to get the rest of the night's sleep despite it.The snowman was still there the next morning, which came as no surprise. There was something odd about the snowman that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time.A few hours later, when it happened again, I decided to go about my day as normal. In the middle of the night, I woke up without warning. I don't remember having a bad dream, but I suppose it's common for us to forget the dreams we have. Even the truly appalling ones The familiar sensation returned, and I found myself peering out the window of my bedroom once more.The snowman was still visible, if not more so. To my surprise, it made me feel as if something was out of place. I began to wonder why the snowman was pointing toward the cabin.And who in their right mind would do such a thing out here?For miles, there were no other cabins.After that, I didn't get much sleep, so I woke up the next day. To get a better look, I ventured out of the cabin.I scoured the area, but there was no sign of anyone, though it was difficult to tell because of the poor visibility.I decided to hold on to the snowman for good measure, as it had already begun to feel like a bad omen.. Then again, maybe I went a little overboard. At least I wouldn't have to think about it anymore, since it was just some kids playing around. I thought so at the time. Things got even worse the next night.I was awakened from my slumber. It wasn't a dream, but rather a loud thud that woke me up. Indistinguishable from the sound of glass breaking.I looked out the window and saw the same snowman that I had seen the previous day. That night, I remember going to bed late and finding no sign of a snowman. When I shut the lights off. As a result, I was confident that it was not a schoolyard prank. So, who would let their kids out so late in the night to build a snowman, anyway? What was the sound coming from the window? Going outside in the freezing cold was the last thing on my mind. But the footprints I left behind would be completely obscured if I waited until the morning. But I'll also put on my clothes and head outside to see if the snowman is still there.To my surprise, a single set of enormous footprints led both out of and back into the woods.An uneasy feeling pervaded my body. As if by destroying the last snowman, I had somehow made things even worse.That's when I decided to let it go and head back to the cabin.Despite my best efforts, the bitter cold persisted that night as I curled up in bed to try to stay warm. However, any hope of sleeping that night was quickly dashed.The squeak on the window. Immediately, I could hear the sound of a snowball smashing against the glass. I had a gut feeling it meant one thing.I couldn't sleep at all that night, and I had to leave the cabin the following morning. I had no idea who he was or even what he looked like. However, as time passed, I grew to care about him. As if it were snow.
By Dwayne nembhard2 years ago in Horror
Ghost at My Sisters House
My wife and I were staying with her sister for the night. The kids had gone to her parents house and having been married with children, we had no So we were hanging with our sister. We're getting ready for bed and my wife and I were fighting over a single sink as we were brushing our teeth. The door to the hallway was open and I'm staring at myself in the mirror as I brush away. I then see my sister-in-law walk past me wearing a white skirt and pants, not three feet away from me. Mind you, and go down the hallway towards the living room and the kitchen. Now the layer of this House means that anyone and everyone needs to go down this hallway by the bathroom to move between the bedrooms and the kitchen and the living room. So, knowing that my sister-in-law had traveled that way and being kind of * **** I figured I could sneak up on her and scare the crap out of her. So I leave the bathroom and head on down towards the living room. No one is in the living room, so I head sneakily towards the kitchen knowing that this is the only run she could be in. I jump yelling loudly out in the kitchen. And there's no one there. The only other place she could have gone is out into the garage, so knowing my year would have even alerted her, I walk over to the garage and noticed that the deadbolt is still engaged. I turn the lock open and close it again. Pondering what the hell is going on. Just as I'm doing so, a hand touches my back and I nearly **** my pants. Turning around so violently, I nearly punched my wife in the
By Dwayne nembhard2 years ago in Horror