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I know life’s too short to fall out, but what do you think of this?

  • Posted on December 27, 2010 at 4:32 pm

My brother has been an a55hole all his life.
He attempted suicide aged 13 for attention (I was 12).
Our parents divorced mainly because of it, and because of my Dad’s drinking and affairs.
We moved over 200 miles away in UK and I only got to see my Dad twice a year. (I tried and tried to keep my parents together, but to no avail.
When my brother turned 16 he went back to live with Dad. Our Mum didn’t seem to mind.
He returned to our new home when he was 17, disappointed at Dad’s behaviour.
He met a girl and they married when he was 24. Had a girl and a boy. We did everything aunts and uncles do for their nieces and nephews.
I married my first ever love the following year, aged 24. Had a boy and a girl. My brother did nothing for our children.
We really involved my Dad in his grandchildrens’ lives, but his alcoholism got in the way.
My brother had an affair.
Our mother got married to her long term boyfriend in April 2004.
My brother fell out with his our new step father. My mother turned a blind eye to this.
Our real father became ill, got sclerosis of the liver Christmas 2004 and died March 2005.
My brother didn’t let me scatter Dad’s ashes, but selfishly did that by himself. My brother fell out with me for no reason, like he falls out with everyone. I tried and pleaded with him to make it up with me, especially as we were emigrating and our mother would be in the middle of a stupid rift.
My husband and children and I emigrated to Canada in June 2005.
My mother comes over regularly and we have a good relationship and are wanting to sponsor her out here soon.
My brother has just e-mailed me out of the blue – after not speaking to me for over 4 yrs and wants us to be on speaking terms as it’s his daughter’s 21st and our Mum’s 70th in autumn.
I have been ignored on several occasions by him when I have broached the subject before we emigrated, but now that he wants to reconcile, he thinks I should jump to his command.
I am a big softy, and have only ever wanted there to never be a family rift. As I said earlier, I wanted my parents to stay together.
My brother has been melodramatic all his life and done several soul destroying things.
Now, he wants us all to re-unite but won’t apologize for all his mistakes.
My husband and I and our children were actually going to visit the UK this autumn to see my Mum, without my brother’s interference.

What do you think I should do?
I really need outsiders’ opinions to look at this sorry mess objectionally.
Thank you so much for your time, I am sorry it’s so long.
Yours emotionally,
I always wanted no family rift, but he wouldn’t listen all those years ago and now I feel that I shouldn’t just jump when he wants me to.

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I know life’s too short to fall out, but what do you think of this?

  • Posted on December 25, 2010 at 4:32 pm

My brother has been an a55hole all his life.
He attempted suicide aged 13 for attention (I was 12).
Our parents divorced mainly because of it, and because of my Dad’s drinking and affairs.
We moved over 200 miles away in UK and I only got to see my Dad twice a year. (I tried and tried to keep my parents together, but to no avail.
When my brother turned 16 he went back to live with Dad. Our Mum didn’t seem to mind.
He returned to our new home when he was 17, disappointed at Dad’s behaviour.
He met a girl and they married when he was 24. Had a girl and a boy. We did everything aunts and uncles do for their nieces and nephews.
I married my first ever love the following year, aged 24. Had a boy and a girl. My brother did nothing for our children.
We really involved my Dad in his grandchildrens’ lives, but his alcoholism got in the way.
My brother had an affair.
Our mother got married to her long term boyfriend in April 2004.
My brother fell out with his our new step father. My mother turned a blind eye to this.
Our real father became ill, got sclerosis of the liver Christmas 2004 and died March 2005.
My brother didn’t let me scatter Dad’s ashes, but selfishly did that by himself. My brother fell out with me for no reason, like he falls out with everyone. I tried and pleaded with him to make it up with me, especially as we were emigrating and our mother would be in the middle of a stupid rift.
My husband and children and I emigrated to Canada in June 2005.
My mother comes over regularly and we have a good relationship and are wanting to sponsor her out here soon.
My brother has just e-mailed me out of the blue – after not speaking to me for over 4 yrs and wants us to be on speaking terms as it’s his daughter’s 21st and our Mum’s 70th in autumn.
I have been ignored on several occasions by him when I have broached the subject before we emigrated, but now that he wants to reconcile, he thinks I should jump to his command.
I am a big softy, and have only ever wanted there to never be a family rift. As I said earlier, I wanted my parents to stay together.
My brother has been melodramatic all his life and done several soul destroying things.
Now, he wants us all to re-unite but won’t apologize for all his mistakes.
My husband and I and our children were actually going to visit the UK this autumn to see my Mum, without my brother’s interference.

What do you think I should do?
I really need outsiders’ opinions to look at this sorry mess objectionally.
Thank you so much for your time, I am sorry it’s so long.
Yours emotionally,
I always wanted no family rift, but he wouldn’t listen all those years ago and now I feel that I shouldn’t just jump when he wants me to.

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Easy 10 Points: help with title for short story!?

  • Posted on December 25, 2010 at 3:25 pm

So i entered a short story for a contest in my school and unfortunately, i left it untitled because i couldn’t come up with a decent title. Now i’m adding it to my writerscafe profile and i want a name that’s catcy and has to do with my story so if you could help, that would be awesome. :]
What it’s about:
it starts off with ‘its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring…’ Sixteen year old Sienna Hawthorne is an outcast at her new school and she has no intention of making friends, that is until Hayden wont take no for an answer. She unwillingly agrees to let him take her home, as its pouring like no other outside, and on the way to her house, she opens up slightly and begins finding a friend in Hayden. Once they arrive to her house, she invites him to come inside to dry off since they’re both soaking wet still. they go in and sienna goes to her dad’s room to grab some extra clothes he never wore for Hayden. she gets this weird feeling and leaves quickly, closing the door behind her. They are in the laundry room in dry clothes, just talking, when Sienna mentions her mother’s dead and trying to make less awkward conversation, hayden offers to get sienna a cd he thought she might like. when he leaves, all the doors slam and the lights go off, sienna thinks he’s pulling a prank on her but she sees hes still walking to his car. she runs to her dad’s room, thinking theres an intruder but instead she finds her dad dead on his bed with a bottle of anti-freeze on the ground. She picks up the antifreeze and begins hearing voices to kill herself and she sees hayden who tells her to kill herself and the world would be better off without her. just as shes about to drink the antifreeze, she hears a crash and in comes the real hayden who stops her from killing herself. Stuff starts flying around the room and sienna realizes something supernatural is after her. she wants to give up but when something almost hits hayden, she decides she has to end this mayhem. she challenges the thing to appear and her father’s corpse begins to creeping toward the teens and then drops to the ground, where now a demon who is all charred. he wants the two teens dead and just before he gets to them, sienna’s dead parent’s spirits appear along with all the other souls the demon killed and they drag him back to hell. hayden and sienna find a note explaining that the demon had followed Sienna and her family from the first home and her mother killed herself to save sienna but it hadn’t been enough so her father killed himself to save their daughter. it ends with hayden and sienna sitting outside in the porch while the rain is pounding again, waiting for the cops to arrive. there’s a rainbow outside and the last words are:
“it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring, he went to bed and bumped his head, and didn’t get up in the morning…”

please help! :]
ahh, if you guys would like to read it, it’ll be on my writerscafe.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/veronica.voodoo/

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What do you think of the short story I wrote for year 10 English?

  • Posted on November 28, 2010 at 3:23 am

I slowly wake from another painful nights sleep. The dry leaves crunch underneath me as I gradually get up off the hard ground, shaded by the trees above. My eyes adjust to the light, I look around at the familiar surroundings. A long dry and dusty road with no cars, grassy paddocks with no cattle, everything is dry except the few tall gum trees. I sit back down on the hard ground, slowly pulling my old, worn boots on.

I follow a path lining an old barbwire fence. I walk in silence for a while until I reach a small creek. I kneel down by the gentle stream of water. I see a tired old man staring back, his dull lifeless face peering up at me. I cup my hands, dip them down and drink for a while before I get up again.

I make my way down that dusty road. It’s not long until I reach the near by country town. People stare at me but it’s no different to any other day, some nod hello acknowledging my presence, others ignore me, trying not to stare. I soon reach the wooden bench where I sit and spend my lonely days. Watching the people go by, wandering in and out of the small strip of shops.

Something catches my eye, standing out amongst the litter and scrap caught in the gutter. I can already see it’s a scratchy of some sort. Any other person would have seen it as just another piece of rubbish. I bend down to pick it up. It has already been scratched. Mustn’t be a winner, I take a closer look and to my astonishment I see that I have won $25,000. I’ve never won anything before. I quickly pocket it and make my way back along the dusty road.

I slept slightly better last night knowing I’d have a good day just because of a little piece of paper. I make my way back towards the town. I walk for a short distance before I arrive at the bench where I found my fortune. I keep walking, past the shops ‘til I reach the station. The city train is just pulling in. I get on the first carriage. The steady motion of the train lets me drift off into a light sleep. An hour goes by and I wake up three stops before mine.

The train grinds to a halt. I shuffle over towards the door. A mother grips onto her young daughter, who’s glancing up at me. I may be homeless but that doesn’t mean I’m any less of a genuine person. Busy people get off and on the train. I exit the station, walking down the noisy city streets. I pass a busy corner. A homeless man sits and stares blankly into the heards of people rushing by.

I come to the city a lot. It’s an interesting place to be, so different from the country, always loud and busy. I soon find myself outside of a tall grey building. I walk in. I feel the many eyes stare. I walk to the front desk, a neatly dresses lady sits behind it.
“Can I help you, Sir?” she asks
“Could you tell me where the Scratch ‘n’ Win Regional Office is?” I reply
“Thirty third floor, room 1509,” she answers
I wander over to where the elevators are. My stumpy, grubby finger presses the little arrow button. Bing! The left elevators doors open, I walk into the elevator. Everyone else decides to wait for another, they don’t want to be stuck with me. The doors start to shut before a man stops them with his hand. I see him eye my scratchy as he enters.
“Twenty five grand, that’s a lot. Do you know what your gonna do with that money?” he says enthusiastically
“Um, not quite sure yet,” I reply politely
“You could invest that you know, triple it,” he responds
You could say that I’m not good with managing money, I don’t have much of it and I hadn’t really thought of investing it.
“I’m good with that kind of stuff, business and all that,” he rambles on as I ponder his proposal

Two Weeks Later

Looking back now you might say I got greedy. That man in the elevator turned out to be a con artist.
I walk down the little trail to the creek to have a drink.
I found out it was a scam a couple of days later, unfortunately after he’d gotten his hands on my winnings. I managed to save myself $50. And the first thing I bought was a pair of new boots.
I look down into the water. An old man smiles back at me. He looks happy and comfortable with who he is. His familiar face reminds me of the joy of a simple life.

© copyright 2009 under the author’s name

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I don’t really know what I am going to do with this short story yet, but do you think I should continue.?

  • Posted on November 17, 2010 at 3:22 am

This is just the first 2 paragraphs and if I decide to keep it, it will probably be about 10-15 pages long. Judging on these firs two paragraphs what do you think??

“I hate you!” screeched Cresenthia at her intoxicated father. And she slammed her bedroom door so hard it knocked the framed and autographed My Chemical Romance photo off of the wall and blew her rainbow colored hair across her tear stained face. Her father just waved his large hairy hand as if swatting a fly and took another gulp of his Michelob Ultra, without a care in the world for his timid little teenage daughter.
Cresenthia leaned against the door frightened and exasperated, and after all these years of going through the same exact thing she couldn’t even say aloud what she was always thinking in her head. “My father’s a drunk!” She wanted to say it, she wanted to scream it from the roof tops, and she wanted to tell her father right to his face. But her mouth could not make the words that her mind formed every night from about 7:00 until he passes out, so Cresenthia dealt with it, by crying and cutting, and holding up the “emo” title which she had at school.

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Ive lost so much in such a short time-help?

  • Posted on November 16, 2010 at 5:26 am

you wont belive!!wife left-daughter 7 here there,my connection with mental health system,most of my ssd benifits due to overpayment ,my family,and now friends to——ive litteraly come undone-but from my perspective my behavhore?makes sense to me.
i want to give up but i cant so im here.
self medicate with beer-3rd day dry but thirsty -ya know-i have so many reasons to drink now but my body cant take the abuse .
was homeless recently for 2 weeks –liveing in my van–no one seemed to care -they new i was there-dont talk to anyone much anymore and cycle through my illness —pins and needles in my numb brain and hart.—in despaire –feel like im going to end up in my van soon–and that was bad.
try to help but im realy getting use to being disapointed.
need a spiritual labodamy.

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Can Heroin use cause permenant short term memory problems?

  • Posted on August 2, 2010 at 7:21 pm

My 16 yr old daughter is a recovering heroin addict.(1 year)When she returned to school both she and her teacher noticed she was having problems with her short term memory.Paying closer attention at home,I began to notice she couldn’t remember things that happened just a few minutes ago. Sometimes it seems worse depending on the task.This is really starting to bring her down. Is there any techniques that she can learn to help ,especially in the school enviroment ? Has anyone else had to deal with this type of problem and is it common among ex-heroin users?

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A Short Story-social Service is a Profession

  • Posted on January 23, 2010 at 4:08 am

Social service is a profession.

Dalip Singh Wasan, Advocate.

When I was crossing twenty five, my parents were having worries about my marriage and as per their wisdom and as per their position in the society, they found a match for me. The man was about ten years more than of my age and I had been told that his earlier wife had committed suicide. The facts were not fully known to my parents, but since the man was having a house and was also having a small shop, they convinced me that he shall be providing boarding and lodging to me and this is the ultimate goal prescribed here in India and both parents and the bride are happy that they could find out a match who can bring some income in the house.

I could not consult my friends, because most of my friends had been married and they were not telling me good stories about their married life. The main problems were that the income of the husband was on lower side, he was a drug addict, he was indulging in gambling, he was a drunkard, he was having relations with other women and the like. All these facts were disturbing and therefore, I had calculated that this is the ultimate fate of each of us and therefore, when others are bearing all these difficulties and are still living with their husbands, I too can venture and I actually went to the new house without having any pleasure, any happiness and without having any hopes in my mind.

The first night was nothing more than the sex and I also participated in that course because here in our area this had been the ultimate goal of marriage. I had noted that the man had not prepared himself for the occasion and it had been a simple ceremony. He had been with his friends and when he entered my room, he was fully drunk and took me in his arms and started kissing me here and there and embracing me tightly. Since this was the first time I could have kisses from a man, I enjoyed and placed myself before this man who could utilize me as per his own discretions.

In the morning he again took one or two pegs and was having hungry eyes on my face and on all my rounds and horizons. His sister had been here and when this ceremony ended, she left for her own house and thus we two were left all alone. And this man started living with me and I noticed that the only aim in his life was sex and therefore, as and when he could get time, he took me in his arms, started kissing me and then having his final satisfaction without caring for my participation. I took this all as my fate and started living with the man.

In due course he had started calling his friends to the house to have a face seeing ceremony. All were having praise for my beauty and were telling to my husband that he had been a lucky person who could get such a beautiful girl and they were also telling him that the girl is too young and he was at least ten twelve years older than me. He was having all love with me in their presence and listening praise, he came in motion and took me to the inner room and came out after having sex with me. The friends sitting there had been watching all that and thus one of two started visiting my house when my husband had been out. They talked about my husband and sometime they brought some eatables for me. And I noticed they started touching my body and they started kissing me. I could not raise alarm because I was afraid of my husband. When they left me, they gave me some money and when I handed over this money to my husband, he did not raise objections. I due course I realized that all these visits were preplanned and I had been informed that my husband had been collecting money from them before he allowed them to visit the house.

I had been enjoying my life for some days, but when I talked all this to my mother, she was disturbed and told me that I should not become a prostitute. An Indian woman should not have sex beyond the husband because it is a sin, it is a crime and it is a misconduct. I promised that I would not allow others to have approach to my body and when some one approached me, I came out of the house and started calling other women from the neighbourhood to help me. I noted that one lady had started taking much interest in me. I came to know that she was a social worker. She had started coming to me house and she had been sitting with me for hours together. She took me to the women cell established in the city by the state to help those ladies who are in trouble. I was not ready to lodge a complaint against my husband, because I was having a fear in my mind that my husband shall shunt out me and I had left the house of my parents and that house was not open for me now. I was trying to adjust myself under these changed circumstances. But this lady was not happy with me. She wanted that I should lodge a complaint against my husband and I should name the people who had been utilizing me with the consent of my husband or without his consent. She also desired that I should tell the police that my husband had started earning from his friends and other customers who had been sent to me and who had sex with me.

When I refused to lodge a complaint against my husband, this lady was not happy and then she herself started bringing at least one man with her and she allowed him to have all with me and that too in her absence. She started threatening me that if I raise an alarm, she would tell the people that she herself had called this man and had put her as guard till the course ended.

I went to my parents time and again, but I was not telling what had been happening with me. I told them that all is well at her house. I had been raising objections before my husband, but he usually said, “ I am not earning much. If you have started earning and helping me, it is good and this body is vanish-able and if some people enjoy this body and make payment, it is not good. You are giving them something in charity and this charity concept is very old in India and when we give our body in charity, this is the supreme charity.” This was the life philosophy of my man who had been appointed as my husband by my parents. My parents knew all this but they were not interfering and thus the process continued till that date the people could enjoy my body. And ultimately they left and I noticed that I had to face hard days. I was talking to my mother, “ Mother those were good days when I had been earning and had been running the family administration. Now I have stopped earning and therefore, I am starving and my husband who is al old man is also starving.” My mother was too old and therefore, she could not listen what I had said to her and she put her right hand on my head and said, “ My daughter you are great. I have full hope in you and I shall see that you shall start earning once again”. The social worker had been coming to me and was desiring that I should accommodate some old men and they shall give more money than the young people and they would not be utilizing my body as the young people had been utilizing. I shall remain fresh.” I was surprised to note that this old social service lady was still in the line in this old age. One day I asked, “ Dear aunt, you should leave this line now. Much had been done by you. Now you should have some devotion towards God.” And a very simple reply was from her side, “I have got no source of income and if I stop this work, I shall die of hunger. This work is going on because the old people are also interested in having change and I find out subjects which could give them a change.”

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