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When Relationships Become Too Complicated
My parents divorced when I was not even old enough for school. My father was very abusive and my mother finally found the way out. When I was a teenager my dad's actions hadn't changed much. One Christmas Eve when I was 13, my dad and I had gotten into it and he hit me, right across the face leaving me with a black eye for a week. I didn't see my dad again for 10 years.
Ginny BerkPublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 17
Marianne had been told to go to Tante Catharine's instead when she made her Sunday visits that week. Tante Catharine was having a dinner party to welcome back Edmond and Mathilde, who had decided to return home from their honeymoon because they found Atlantic City terribly boring this late in the season. The word was that Agnès had spent the entire sail back sulking in the cabin and was not speaking to her sister.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansGet the Right Man with Color Psychology
Have you ever wondered why red roses are so popular in the world of love? Or why it seems so important to get your outfit or your makeup just right? Well, it all comes down to color psychology. Whether you're new to dating, just getting back out there, or experienced, this is a great read for anyone trying to attract the perfect man!
My Long Hard Road Out Of Hell
What we had can only be described as a whirlwind romance. He came into my life right when I needed a man the most and I fell madly in love with him. He seemed to be everything I was looking for in a man. He was in the US Marine Corps, which I absolutely loved because hey what's better than a man in uniform right? He was funny, he was sweet, he was smart, he was protective, he was adorable as all get out, he loved the same music and movies that I loved. He had read a lot of the same books, and he was totally into comic books and anime, and he was super affectionate. He was like a dream come true.
Phoenix CobainPublished 7 years ago in HumansSingleness Isn't Waiting
You’ve been waiting for this. You clicked on this link because you, your single and desperate self, need more advice on how to make singleness worthwhile. “What’s wrong with me?” you ask, possibly scarfing chocolate and watching The Notebook. “Why am I still single? I must be doing singleness wrong. Please, O' Internet, tell me how to single.”
Audrey WierengaPublished 7 years ago in HumansBody Language & Your Love Life
I know what you're thinking... What does body language have to do with love? How will noticing my partner's body language improve our love? I already know my partner's body language, so what's next? Well, I'm going to tell you.
Kamp Fire
Kael Nacallio of Ney De Jaar was the youngest of four brothers and two sisters. She grew up in a more relaxed way than her siblings, with much less strict rules and schedules. Her brothers awakened at dawn, ate breakfast, then trained in combat all morning until lunchtime, when the family sat in the garden to eat and socialize. They all shared the same blonde hair and bright green eyes, the signifying traits of the royal family. Her sisters, Betha and Karila, wore their favorite matching emerald gowns with their curled hair piled into loose buns on top of their heads. They laughed quietly at their brothers' arguing about who did the best at fencing today while Kael, hand under chin, stared into the servant's quarters. Betha glanced at her youngest sibling and shook her head slightly in disapproval before clearing her throat.
Ona IssuyatePublished 7 years ago in HumansSquare One
I was thinking of this fabulous introduction into my life that would make me seem all strong, ambitious, courageous and fearless. Honestly, I am a 35, going to be 36 in about two months. A 35-year-old who is losing my home due to my ex-boyfriend being more financially stable than I am.
Megan MattsonPublished 7 years ago in HumansHow I Chose Spirituality
In 2014 I met my twin flame. I can remember the first time I ever saw him like it was yesterday, & the event happened three years ago. I was four months out of a relationship with a karmic partner. This karmic partner introduced me to the world of cheating & tainted my trust in men. Prior to this, I had never been cheated on & I began questioning what about me would make him do that. My karmic partner seemed to adore me but it was an endless cycle of the same things for months. He would cheat, I would find out, I would try to break up with him, he would cry & tell me loved me. Needless to say, the guilt & longing for approval would send me back his way. However, I had never been the type to stick around energy that wasn't matched to mine, so eventually, we broke up for good.
T. ChevonnePublished 7 years ago in HumansWhen You're in a Relationship...But Single...
So not everything feels very rosy at the moment and I'm struggling to cope. I'm recently engaged to someone who works away more than they're home. I know there are a lot of people who find themselves in a similar position.
Emotional Abuse is Hard to Catch
When we first met, he was so nice. I told him all of the heartache I had been through and he promised me he was different. He knew I had been cheated on in every single relationship I have ever been in. He knew the scars on my heart were still healing and he promised to help the progress. He promised me he would never, ever hurt me or cheat on me. Months passed and I fell head over heels. He was something out of a book. We never fought, we were in love. He wanted to be with me forever, he said.
Sarah MullinsPublished 7 years ago in HumansA Letter To An Aspiring Heartbreaker
To the person I thought you could never be, I was broken and silent, loving but loveless. I was hanging on by a thread and piece by piece it was dwindling away. I was empty, my heart shattered and my spirit in shambles. I was on the edge of the ledge convinced that I would always be alone. I was half gone, scraping the earth for a piece of myself, scraping the world trying to find peace in myself. Happiness was a foreign concept to me, a distant feeling. I was on my last leg with nothing left to hold me up and falling with no one to catch me. I was everything and nothing at all, all at the same time. I had given up hope that anything could get better, that I would ever deserve better. I was certain that lonely hell was all I’d ever have to live in and there was nothing to hold on to.
Vivian NoirPublished 7 years ago in Humans