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Sky awoke to the sound of a horrible coughing. He knew that curdled up across the hall was his father, sitting in his cotton sheets on his bed. Hacking his lungs up. Smoking kills, but it’s addictive. He looked over at the clock on the left side of his bed. The bright red numbers made his eyes sting. He squinted and thought to himself, 5:00 is to early to get up, just an hour longer. But no matter how hard he tried to fall back asleep, the sound of his bedridden father kept him wide awake.
Through the darkness Sky could see the outline of the sunrise, glistening between the cracks of the blinds on his window. The birds chirping gave him a sense of comfort, as if all was going to be okay, just because they were singing their song. He decided that laying there trying to fall asleep wasn’t going to do him any good. Sky slid the covers from his bed down to his ankles and swerved around to get up and find some clothes for school. Skinny jeans or baggy jeans? He thought. He went with a black pair of skinny jeans and a band T-shirt. The Used. His next to favourite. Sky slid on his pants and shirt in the darkness and cold, when he realized that he needed a belt he flicked the switch on and the room around him lit up in a dull, boring sort of way. All of his walls were black with bright, neon pictures and posters taped to the wall. His bedspread was black, his blinds and carpet were white while the closet was lime green. Nothing too extravagant, just his style. He searched for a belt in the back of his closet. Hot pink, neon blue, white, black with yellow skulls. He couldn’t decide. What would Trent choose? Sky pondered, Trent was Sky’s boyfriend. He got picked on a lot at school because of his sexuality, but he didn’t mind. Sky stood there for a moment, thinking about Trent. Was it love? Or just a false sense of love that kept them going for the two years they had been together.
He didn’t know, but he did know he needed to find a belt. Or else he would be mooning people all day. And that wouldn’t be very good.Sky finally chose the hot pink belt to go along with the lettering on his band T-shirt. He closed his closet doors and looked at himself in the mirror. There was something missing in his outfit.It wasn’t complete just yet. He looked around the room trying to find out what it needed. Something, but what something? Sky thought to himself. He spotted a couple of his wrist bands laying on a side table beside his bed. One with rings in it, to make it look like it was full of holes. One with spikes, and one with studs. He thought the studs would be a good choice.
He then procided to the bathroom to fix his hair and puton his make-up. Surprisingly enough, it took Sky close to two hours to do his hair that morning. For some strange reason it wouln’t cooperate for him. The bathroom smelt like a mixture of candles and hairspray by the time he finished. Sky then he moved on to his make-up. He didn’t go all out like a cross dresser, just some lash blast and eye liner did the trick. As if his eyes needed to stand out more. They were already a shade of bright blue, almost a sea blue, if it wern’t for the golden outline around his eyes you would almost think he had contacts in. Sky hated the color of his eyes, he thought they made him look vulnerable. And he was. But he rarely showed his emotions to anyone accept Trent.
Skylar checked the clock once again. 7:13, shit! Sky bolted down the stairs and rounded the kitchen where is mother was standing at the window having a cigarette.
” Morning, Sky. How did you sleep? ” She wheezed at she talked, her voice was scratchy.
” Fine, mom, but I really have to go. I’ll see you later. Bye. ” Sky didn’t like talking to people very much. He was always quiet. When he was younger his parents thought that he was depressed. He wasn’t. He just wasn’t the social type. Which was funny because Trent was the complete opposite. But there wasn’t very many people to talk to these days. All the hate and flaque they both got when people found out they were dating nearly tore Sky apart. He changed. And now he was this. People have stereotypes, they call him and Trent emo. Short form for emotional. But Sky was everything but. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he was emotional, just so emotional that he hardly felt anything at all.
Sky headed down near the end of the street to the bus stop. He was the only one there. He was always the only one there. Not much different then any other day. Sky unzipped his yellow backpack and took out his IPhone, scrolling through the contacts list until he found Trent’s name.And a smirk hit his face. He clicked the msg button and started to type.

See second part on my page, same question just part 2 at the end :P

I turned 18 a couple months ago, and recently my birth mother and father have each separately contacted me on facebook. I met with my birth mom the other day and she’s crazy. She gave me all these gifts and candy, but she sends me all these dramatic texts about crying herself to sleep and how she missed me over the years. She is dying with stage 4 liver disease…which is what makes this whole situation tough. I dont really want her in my life, but i feel bad because im her only child, whom she put up for adoption, and i feel like i have an obligation to see her now and be a part of her life. I love my life the way it is, and she is extremely complicated and has so many problems of her (alcoholism, smoking, poor health, poor fiscal situation etc) and im moving 800 miles away to college in a month and she talks about visiting me, even moving there. I feel smothered. This has all transgressed over a span of 3 or 4 days. That’s just my mother. my father has 7 children, so now i suddenly have all these brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, and uncles. everyone from both sides of the family are contacting me on facebook and wont leave me alone. so, my question, how do i get the situation back to what it used to be. I dont want her in my life, as bad as this may sound. I love my adoptive parents so much.
Im moving 800 miles away for four years and possibly more than that and ill only be home a couple times a year

i didn’t know it was going to be this hard to have step-children and no my husband is only on my side about 2% of the time when it comes to his kids also he makes me feel like the bad guy in front of the kids.Also in June we had all the kids(his ex-wife was homeless again).we she finally came down she had a broken foot(her husband did it to her) her husband took off with the van and left her at our house.Her city is 3hrs away.that was on a friday.she got a motel for the night.but than she came back.I told my husband she can’t stay here.when i got off work at 10pm she was still.there.when i woke up sun . she was still there.i told my husband i don’t care if he has to drive her back i don’t want her there.i came back and she was still there.i was really mad.you know what that female never asked me if she can stay.when my husband finally took her back monday(labor day) she didn’t even tell me thank you.her family lives in the same city of me.they don’t want nothing to do with her.she has 5 kids and three are my husbands.the 12yr girl father was a crack addict and never in her life.my husband is the only father she know.i told him how it was disrespectful to me that she was at house.He said there wasn’t nothing he could do she didn’t have a place she could go.see i was never asked if she can stay.They just get along for the kids but they really don’t get along.Plus i work 2 jobs and i put in more money in the household than him.He has 3 kids at the house and i put in 300 more a month.i decided not anymore.i don’t run up the bills.oh by the way he said back in June he was going to put more money in because of the extra kids.how can he he don’t make that much.so guess what i did.but that is going to change.i am going help pay the bills,but grocery’s are going to be cut way back.if something is said i will tell him you don’t do anything to get your kids to stop making pigs of them selves and they keep the TV;s and lights on allot,take long showers and his boys all they do is play video games and come and go when they want to.Don’t get me wrong i do love his kids(except one the 16yr that lives with his grandmother that came one night in the house high he has been smoking weed and i told my husband he is high ,he didn’t say anything to him ,he is not allowed to live in the house anymore i said so or i will leave)see i was divorced 14yrs i made it ,it was hard but i did.Both my kids have graduated.my daughter is married,going to school and in the Navy plus a wife and a mother to a 14month old.i made mistakes with them.but i think i did pretty good. there is only 3yrs between my husband and I.

*8:45 am*

I had the most awful headache in the world. My whole head was pounding. I felt like a mess with sweat all over my face. I put my hand to my forehead and yawned really loud. I started to open my eyes and that’s when I remembered.

Cody.

Oh my God.

I looked around to the other side of me on the bed but didn’t see no one. I didn’t hear anything but silence. This is so embarrassing. What happened last night? How did I get here? How come only my jeans are on? Oh my God. I can’t believe this. I looked around and saw that my skimpy tank top was lying on the floor. I tried to think back to last night but everything was black. I just remember going outside with him after the party. He must of taken me here. I screamed a little bit by the thought of it. How could I have been so stupid?

As I got up to get my tank top, I caught my reflection in the mirror on his dresser. I looked horrible. My hair was in knots with my mascara and eyeliner all under my eyes. I had bruises on my neck and arms. I didn’t want to see myself anymore. I grabbed the tank top and pulled it on real fast. I noticed I couldn’t find any shoes or socks. Did I really come here barefoot? I must of really been drunk last night, since it was my first time ever drinking alcohol.

I started walking out of the room and down the small hallway towards the kitchen and living room. I didn’t see anyone at all. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. I stepped out on the porch and thought about where I was suppose to go. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go to Savanna’s. I just didn’t want to walk around like this all day. What about Cody? Will I ever see him again? Was this all a joke to him? He told me I was beautiful. I felt some tears start to slide down my cheek. That’s when I busted out into sobs. I went down in the yard and fell against the hard damp grass. I started screaming and crying. My head was killing me and Cody took advantage of me.

I couldn’t believe that I could let this happen. What was wrong with me last night? I closed my eyes and tried to block this all out of my mind. After awhile, I got up and started walking. I didn’t know where to go. If anyone could understand it would be Savanna. It would feel awkward going to visit her after that huge fight last night. I will just call her. As I walked down the street, I could feel people staring at me. I didn’t really care. What was left to care about? I kept walking down the sidewalk just looking straight ahead of me. Not really caring who saw me like this. I finally saw my house in the distance. I never in my life thought I would feel so happy to see my home.

I walked up the concrete steps and opened the front door. The house was trashed. Alcohol with cigarette smoke was so thick that I started to cough. I could hear someone laughing up stairs, but saw no one else around. I started to walk up the stairs and saw my mother’s door cracked. I could see her lying on the bed with her new boyfriend lying beside her.

“Oh, Jesse you just do things to me.” She said, giggling and pulling on his arms.

He pulled her on top of him and started kissing her. That about made me puke right there. Like I didn’t already need reasons too. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bedroom that I had locked. I unlatched it and opened it. I sighed in relief, thank goodness nothing was touched or moved around. I found the telephone lying on my desk. I went over to pick it up and hit speed dial to call Savanna. It ringed around two or three times before I heard her voice.

“What do you want Alicia?” Savanna said in the most annoyed tone.

I didn’t say anything at first. How could she still be mad at me? I have no one left.

I heard Savanna yell something in the background, then sighed, “You do know you left your shit here last night?”

It she was going to treat me like this, no sense in telling her the truth about what I was going to tell her. Instead I tried to make my voice sound calm and normal, “Yeah, that’s why I called. Could I pick it up later?”

“You should just be happy I didn’t through it away, but I suppose so.” Savanna said in a low tone then hung up on me.

This was just too much. My whole world went black as I collapsed on my bed.
S H I T

that’s what the **** was.

Hi, my Mother told me “she prays that someday her and her husband will be living in part of mine and my husband’s house someday … ”
They aren’t wealthy, yet both their incomes provide them a manage-able life together.
I’ve feared all my life that once my husband and I get a house, she’ll try to live w/us.
HOW DO I TELL HER IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN w/out hurting her feelings? In a lot of ways all these yrs. she’s acted more like a daughter in some ways rather than a Mother. She’s 65 now.
I HATE HER HUSBAND’s behavior. He’s obnoxious, an alcoholic and DO NOT WANT him EVER to spend the night for a second on our property, much less live there/rent out a space at our new place.
My husband and I have enough $$$ for even two down payments on houses. But the point is, I haven’t looked around for a house because of my Mother. I’ll have to turn her down. She keeps saying her husband “is sweet, etc.” {IT MAKES ME SICK} I feel like even though she’s always nice to me she’s trying to manipulate me and know for a fact she’d never own up to that either.
SO HOW DO I SAY “NO” in the most delicate way, although firm way without destroying any bond we have on some level???
I WILL BE WRITING HER A LETTER, as it’s too difficult to reason w/her as an adult. She acts so child-like in her behavior and fantasizes a lot.
She even said, “She hopes we have a shop someday, and her and her husband live on the top floor, me and my husband on the 2nd floor and run a shop on the bottom.”

Her husband is NOT my Father, they married in my adulthood and never grew up around alcoholics of any kind
Although I have many many blessings in my life, both my Mother and biological Father have driven me batty over and over again and have not had the best parental skills in the world when growing up. I’d like for them each to just leave me alone.
Having a peaceful life w/my husband is a dream come true and I intend to keep my life this way.

Well, firstly, I’d just like to say alcohol takes a big part on both sides of my family.. My dad’s side, and my mom’s.. My dad decided not to drink, due to what her grew up with and saw and my mom agreed when they got married not to be like that and not put their kids through what they both did.. Unfortunately, that didn’t last.. My dad still isn’t drinking, he’ll have an ocassional one or two, but not everyday.. My mom on the other hand, is the opposite. It wasn’t bad until about a few years ago, and now she always needs a drink whether is a diet pepsi or a beer. They both fight bad over small stuff, and it’s always because of her drinking.. She doesn’t like my gram either (her mother in law) and I’m close to her since I don’t really have a mother figure anymore other than my gram.. and my mom doesn’t like it. My mom depends on beer, if she has it, after she meets her threshold she’s miserable but when she’s dry of it, she’s miserable.. It’s bad how she gets. She wants a relationship with me, but when I try all she does is yell at me and complain and my dad is sick of how she treats us and my younger brother who’s 14.. My dad thinking he’d save money buying a keg would help from buying a few six packs a week and going to the bars, but in reality it’s worse.. She just emptied a half of a keg in about 3 weeks. She doesn’t see her alcohol problem, and she seems somewhat bipolar and before was diagnosed with depression.. How can we resolve this? They got in a fight tonight and I guess she’s starting to look for an apartment.. I want my old mom back, I cry watching home movies.. and I just want my family back to normal..

the topic is” Today s choices shape my future.

A person can make so many choices, and each choice is a direct factor in your life. To make the right choice is to be successful, while making the wrong choice is an obstacle to overcome. As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Once said “Life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel” (“”).
A young girl only 15 makes a choice that will forever alter her life. Growing up on the wrong side of town she has always had an awkward perception of the world she lives in. Watching many rap videos, she though it was okay to smoke marijuana and to have sex. It wasn’t until the tender age of 19 did she realize she had made a mistake. She got pregnant at 15; she didn’t know what to do. Her mother kicked her out and the father of her baby didn’t want anything to do with her. Looking for a way out, she turned to drugs. Every night she went out and left her baby at a friend’s house, every night she smoked crack, every night she got closer and closer to the edge. The young girl now only 19 got HIV/AIDS. The young girl died at 19, she died on the very streets that she walked. She made a bad choice, and that choice ruined her life.
Life is a difficult thing, it has so many twist and turns.
I just need to know if i stayed on the topic.

Wedding reception- is it ok if the grooms parents pay for the alcohol while we pay for the rest of the reception?

A former drug adict, smoker, gangster, and gambler shares how he can quit and his life can start over again. He tries and keeps failing and going back to jail until he goes into drug treatment. There, his life is changed and his life made anew. Mandarin/Taiwanese audio with Chinese and English Subtitles. For English translation, please use closed captioning (CC). 以前是吸毒、吸煙、黑社會、和賭博的犯人分享他如何能戒，能重新來過。他常識著去戒， 但失敗，坐牢。他後來去了一個戒毒中心，生命改變，更新。國、台語，中、英字幕。

A former drug adict, smoker, gangster, and gambler shares how he can quit and his life can start over again. He tries and keeps failing and going back to jail until he goes into drug treatment. There, his life is changed and his life made anew. Mandarin/Taiwanese audio with Chinese and English Subtitles. For English translation, please use closed captioning (CC). 以前是吸毒、吸煙、黑社會、和賭博的犯人分享他如何能戒，能重新來過。他常識著去戒， 但失敗，坐牢。他後來去了一個戒毒中心，生命改變，更新。國、台語，中、英字幕。

Jake a young adult lives with his mum on a council estate. He has no real purpose in life but one… Helping to distribute narcotics to the local dealers. With his mother such a heavily dependent user herself and with him being her prime source for her addiction they have become caught in a web of repetition of selling and using the narcotics that Jake sells. Even if his intention at first was simply to reap the rewards of the business, he soon finds out first hand of the misery that drugs can cause. In one last desperate attempt to steer him and his mother away from the drug world, he decides to make one last score and enough money to get them away from the estate for good, never looking back.

Christy used drugs while she was pregnant, which resulted in her son being born with many life-threatening disabilities. Christy’s mother took her son away from her, and now Christy wants him back. Christy has taken no responsibility for her actions and denies that she used drugs during her pregnancy. She also has not helped her mother at all with taking care of her disabled son. Watch how Steve tries to get this irresponsible mother to own up to what she did. Original Airdate 11/20/2008

Christy used drugs while she was pregnant, which resulted in her son being born with many life-threatening disabilities. Christy’s mother took her son away from her, and now Christy wants him back. Christy has taken no responsibility for her actions and denies that she used drugs during her pregnancy. She also has not helped her mother at all with taking care of her disabled son. Watch how Steve tries to get this irresponsible mother to own up to what she did.

Nick’s POV So today was a good day. After school i got tutored by Ada again. We got to know each other a bit and i pretended to understand what she was talking about. She just left home and i couldn’t get her smile out of my mind. Argh stop it Nick. I can’t think about her that way. I’m just gonna make her go out with me so i’ll get my 200 bucks. I mean we’re from two totally different worlds. She’s this rich kid who lives in a mansion on the beach, uses designer clothes, drives expencive cars ect. You get the idea. I bet our house is smaller than her closet. She has the perfect family. Mom, dad, older brother and a dog. My family is a mess. My mom and dad have divorced. I live with my mom, stepfather and little brother. I barely see my dad anymore ’cause he’s a drug addict. My little brother has problems in school he cant concentrate and he’s always in fights, while Ada’s brother is in a top college getting good grades and making his family proud. They have their own airplane and two yachts. We can only dream about traveling and seeing the world. As you can see we’re from two totally different worlds, but i still tend to think what would it be like to date her. I can always dream. —————————————————-