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I cant seem to understand one thing why does everyone put the blame on hispanics for what happen to those t

  • Posted on May 7, 2011 at 1:23 pm

my daughter was hit by a drunk driver a few days before the tragedy of those two baby girls and nothing was done to make her pay the consequnses for drinking and driving

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I Need to Understand?

  • Posted on March 27, 2011 at 7:21 pm

I am a 55 year old woman and have always loved and treated my 2 adult children well, I have been divorced for over 19 years from their Dad. My daughter has a drug addiction problem and my son well….who knows. He takes and takes and shows no concern for my feelings. I was in a relationship with a man I met on the internet and left a good job and sold my home to try and start a life for myself. Turned out he was an alcoholic. I returned home feeling very lost and lonely. I had no employment or home , I stayed with my son briefly until I got a job. He has borrowed nearly 5000.00 from me and hasnt paid a penny back, he is out having a good time and buying things like babrbecue grills, tents etc. When I was in Florida, I flew my daughter and grandaughter there for a visit and on Easter Sunday she tried to beat me up. I am devestated with the events in my life. My daugher will not speak to me and I haven’t seen my grandaughter in over a year. My son avoids me. I don’t know what to do ?

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Am I the problem? I understand im the mother but i need help with our daughter too. Is he right. Is it me? ?

  • Posted on January 5, 2011 at 7:21 pm

My boyfriend and I are new parents. And VERY young ones at that. We fight alot. And just when I think its getting better we fight again. I get angry about “little” things. But are they really little? Let me describe some situations. For instance I pay for alot of stuff and I feel very under appreciated. Last night I bought my b/f a six pack and some cigarettes. (hes a daily drinker and very heavy smoker) We had been trying to compromise with eachother due to a previous fight over his addiction to entertainment television/games. So I bought us a game we both could play together and enjoy. So when we got home we loaded in the game and started to take turns playing metal gear. But our 5 month old daughter started to cry so I passed him the controller. He started to get into it while I tried to calm our baby. Before I knew it he was in his “mode” I went ahead and started my daughters nightly routine. I took her a bath etc. But I needed him to help me prepare the botlle. So i asked nicely about three times. But he was so focused on getting to a certain part so I could watch the cut-scene. So in my head Im starting to really get angry I held it in. But I was repeating my thoughts over and over in my head. How am I supposed to enjoy this stupid cut scene while pacing back and forth trying to calm our 5 month old. And not only that but how am i even involved in the game anymore. He had been playing by himself for the past thirty min. Finally it became way too much. I just let him have it. Not in a yelling kind of way but in a nagging bitchy kind of way. So he gets pissed and starts slamming the cabinets while preparing her bottle. Mind you its 45 min past her bed time already. He comes over and forcefully hands me the bottle. Which is WAY too hot. So i tell him. Boy did that just really piss him off. He chunks the bottle my way and tells me to make it myself. And then he goes into his rant about how much of a child i am and how bitchy/naggy i am. But honestly could you blame me. This kind of stuff happens all the time. I understand im the mother but i need help with our daughter too. Is he right. Is it me?

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[bserve in themselves, and makes them understand that wha?

  • Posted on October 14, 2010 at 1:24 am

[Vol. 4 of Remembrance of Things Past (À la Recherche du temps perdu)]

“Their honour precarious, their liberty provisional, lasting only until the discovery of their crime; their position unstable, like that of the poet who one day was feasted at every table, applauded in every theatre in London, and on the next was driven from every lodging, unable to find a pillow upon which to lay his head, turning the mill like Samson and saying like him: “The two sexes shall die, each in a place apart!”; excluded even, save on the days of general disaster when the majority rally round the victim as the Jews rallied round Dreyfus, from the sympathy–at times from the society–of their fellows, in whom they inspire only disgust at seeing themselves as they are, portrayed in a mirror which, ceasing to flatter them, accentuates every blemish that they have refused to observe in themselves, and makes them understand that what they have been calling their love (a thing to which, playing upon the word, they have by association annexed all that poetry, painting, music, chivalry, asceticism have contrived to add to love) springs not from an ideal of beauty which they have chosen but from an incurable malady; like the Jews again (save some who will associate only with others of their race and have always on their lips ritual words and consecrated pleasantries), shunning one another, seeking out those who are most directly their opposite, who do not desire their company, pardoning their rebuffs, moved to ecstasy by their condescension; but also brought into the company of their own kind by the ostracism that strikes them, the opprobrium under which they have fallen, having finally been invested, by a persecution similar to that of Israel, with the physical and moral characteristics of a race, sometimes beautiful, often hideous, finding (in spite of all the mockery with which he who, more closely blended with, better assimilated to the opposing race, is relatively, in appearance, the least inverted, heaps upon him who has remained more so) a relief in frequenting the society of their kind, and even some corroboration of their own life, so much so that, while steadfastly denying that they are a race (the name of which is the vilest of insults), those who succeed in concealing the fact that they belong to it they readily unmask, with a view less to injuring them, though they have no scruple about that, than to excusing themselves; and, going in search (as a doctor seeks cases of appendicitis) of cases of inversion in history, taking pleasure in recalling that Socrates was one of themselves, as the Israelites claim that Jesus was one of them, without reflecting that there were no abnormals when homosexuality was the norm, no anti-Christians before Christ, that the disgrace alone makes the crime because it has allowed to survive only those who remained obdurate to every warning, to every example, to every punishment, by virtue of an innate disposition so peculiar that it is more repugnant to other men (even though it may be accompanied by exalted moral qualities) than certain other vices which exclude those qualities, such as theft, cruelty, breach of faith, vices better understood and so more readily excused by the generality of men; forming a freemasonry far more extensive, more powerful and less suspected than that of the Lodges, for it rests upon an identity of tastes, needs, habits, dangers, apprenticeship, knowledge, traffic, glossary, and one in which the members themselves, who intend not to know one another, recognise one another immediately by natural or conventional, involuntary or deliberate signs which indicate one of his congeners to the beggar in the street, in the great nobleman whose carriage door he is shutting, to the father in the suitor for his daughter’s hand, to him who has sought healing, absolution, defence, in the doctor, the priest, the barrister to whom he has had recourse; all of them obliged to protect their own secret but having their part in a secret shared with the others, which the rest of humanity does not suspect and which means that to them the most wildly improbable tales of adventure seem true, for in this romantic, anachronistic life the ambassador is a bosom friend of the felon, the prince, with a certain independence of action with which his aristocratic breeding has furnished him, and which the trembling little cit would lack, on leaving the duchess’s party goes off to confer in private with the hooligan; a reprobate part of the human whole, but an important part, suspected where it does not exist, flaunting itself, insolent and unpunished, where its existence is never guessed; numbering its adherents everywhere, among the people, in the army, in the church, in the prison, on the throne; living, in short, at least to a great extent, in a playful and perilous intimacy with the men of the other race, provoking them, playing with them by speaking of its vice as of something alien to it; a game

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