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No Regrets
Living in New York City can really put a dent in your in finances and I'm not talking about a little dent like the ones you see on car doors that obviously parked to close to another car in the target parking lot, I'm talking about huge dents like a bulldozer hitting a wall of steel, mater of fact lets just say my funds were non existent!
By Krissy Romero5 years ago in Confessions
DVD
We were young and didn't have any children yet, so we always let his sister and brother come over to stay the night. We would play video games, watch movies, and ate popcorn and we made the most out of the night. Just fun nights. One night I rented a DVD from blockbuster for us as we usually did, It was to be returned within the next two days. I went out for work that morning and I had forgotten to grab the DVD, no big deal, I thought. Oh, how wrong I was about that! I came home from work that night, his sister seen me come home and ran across the street to my house wanting to hang out. I was the cool sister-in-law, and I liked the company, Plus he was already drinking and he was already drunk. His sister and I were sitting on the couch, she was telling me about her day and we were laughing and giggling, he heard us. He couldn't stand seeing me happy it was like he would hit me on purpose so my laughing would immediately turn it into crying. He was walking toward the living room and he had seen the DVD and started yelling, I said "I'll take it back tomorrow" he immediately started swinging at me and grabbed me by the neck, choking me. DVD in one hand and my neck in the other, the DVD case went across my face while he was still choking me, I begged and pleaded for him to stop, and by this time I was crying the DVD going across my face over and over again. It felt like the last time he did it as hard as he possibly could, by this time my face felt numb. So numb I started to not be able to feel what was happening at the time. I had thought that it was almost over but then I realized that this is just the beginning of my suffering. Keep it in mind that his sister was still there watching us, she was crying as suspected, because she didn't know what to do or what was happening at the moment. I do remember her asking for him to stop, it was just a DVD, as this happened he just began to get angrier. He still had his hand gripping my throat, he slammed my head into the wall so hard and my head busted through the wall and I was begging him to stop, I couldn't breathe. I was so cautious of what might happen next "I said take back the DVD!" he said, at this moment his sister was so scared she took off running home. I thought to myself that she might have run to go get help, Thank my lucky stars! My head in the wall, his hand around my neck choking me, I was thinking that she finally ran to go get help. He finally took the DVD case and slammed it to the wall 2 inches away from my head, he released my neck and said "Take back the DVD now." It was finally over and come to find out his sister had run across the street into the room because she was so scared to tell anyone including her parents of what happened and what he was doing. I was heartbroken but understood at the same time. She was just a child and for a child that would be a lot to handle and comprehend what happened. I thought someone finally seeing his true personality and seeing his true colors was going to help me. The next day his sister walked up to me and looked me in the eyes and said "I am sorry, I was so scared and I didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry".
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
Uteruses, “Whaatsits” and Snickers Bars…
When my doctor told me I had “one hell of a big uterus” I was in such a state of elation after giving birth that I took his words as a compliment. I even thanked him as if he’d complimented my hair. It never occurred to me that he was making a clinical observation, albeit a bit blunt, because my baby weighed a hefty 10 ½ pounds.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Confessions
Circle K’OD
So, in the recent past I was a teacher at an International school in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A dusty and lawless city, full of skyscrapers, tuktuks and packed with people. Anyways, it was in this place that I met one of my best mates, Ben. Ben is an English chap who is two years my senior (28). I met him at school and we became friends, best friends, maybe even soulmates. Anyways, let’s fast forward this a bit. Picture this, a Saturday morning and I’m hungover from a relatively big Friday night. While contemplating life and the decisions past I get a call from Ben, the man that put me here the night before. My mouth still stuck to my pillow I let it ring, because I know where it’s going. However, Ben and his persistence are key here. So I answer the second call wherein Ben attempts to convince me to come to a pub on the infamous riverside (filled with tattoo parlors and lady bars) very chilled place with a pool and a laidback Aussie owner. I try say no but Ben promises me it’s a chilled day. His daughter Jasmin, who is two, is there. This is supposed to engine the safety of childcare and responsibility not leading us astray, it did not. So my arm is twisted and I’m on my scooter cruising down the riverside. So we chill at this bar for a bit, having beers and watching Jasmin swim, feeing safe in adulthood. Our mate Zeke joins us as well as a few of our fairer sex friends. Pretty soon the sun is going down and the night is turning (we sent Jasmin home, just so you know). Anyways, fast forward a bit more and we are at a bar called the Blue Dolphin, real classy place. And now we are absolutely fucked. There’s now some 15 of us, as we’ve picked up some strays, including some old American dude called Kev and some Irish backpackers. We’re playing games, banging on the tables, being wonderfully obnoxious, which ends up getting kicked out the bar by an angry Khmer woman. Then we are on my scooter again Ben sitting with his back against mine, beer in hand, legs swung out like a drunken sailor, me swerving trying not to kill us or anyone else. Anyways, everyone decides to call it a night and meet back at mine for beers and morning shenanigans. Apparently Ben, Kev and I have different ideas. We end up digging up a craving for Chinese street food at 3am on one of the main roads. So there we are, three white dudes and a bunch of Asian guys. We’re eating Dimsum, having beers and talking shit. Anyways we leave in good spirit, part ways with Kev who is never to be seen again. Ben is cruising on his scooter and me on mine. We are cruising down Monivong Blvd. Ben comes in close and tells me he is sure that he’s left his wallet and passport at this restaurant. So we turn back and have a search at our new local. Now this is where things get hazy. Anyways, we search for his things (I’m guessing) but come up empty handed. So as we are walking out there’s dudes outside cooking meat, chatting shit and having beers, as you do at 3am. Anyways, apparently one of the guys passes a comment and says something in Khmer, not knowing Ben speaks fluent Khmer. Ben turns around and is like:’ Hey man that’s not cool.’ Now, apparently this is where I took issue with this guy (never been in a fight in my LIFE but all of a sudden I’m the baddest motherfucker around) and I apparently go in on this guy so much so he walks away and sit down on a chair, half cowering. Anyways I’m so involved here that I don’t notice what’s happening behind me. Ben comes up and taps me on the shoulder and says: ‘I’ll come over the top mate but just know we are going to get fucked up.’ Anyways I turn around and there’s 15 topless Asian dudes in a circle around us. The security guard lookin nervously on from the fringes. So I make the mature decision to get on my scooter and get the fuck out of there. So Ben and I bounce after narrowly escaping a beating. Anyways that’s the last memory. We wake up next to each other in my bed half naked, as has happened more than I would care to admit. having no idea what went on. Remembering almost fighting 15 Cambodian dudes. But that was it.
By Timothy worthington5 years ago in Confessions
Little ventured
It is a sad cruelty of life that anyone should have to go on a first date at the ripe old age of 63. But the twists and turns of life often deliver us to a station that is far from where we thought we would arrive. These are the thoughts that meandered through her mind as she was getting ready for the unlikely outing.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Confessions
Lost Underwear and Love at First Sight
This story is 100 percent true, and certainly one of my most embarrassing “moments”, that lasted for weeks as things escalated with seemingly no end. The result however, was a wonderful love story, but that’s not the point. Let’s dive into the pure horror that I am.
By Jordan 5 years ago in Confessions
Underneath the sheets
A few years ago, I met the guy who will become my most lasting relationship. We met at a party. At first, we were not too close. But whit the years, he will become my best friend and eventually my boyfriend, over time we are getting closer and closer. Almost Inseparable, we always have a lot of chemistry, whit the time we became practically the same person, he has a weird sense of humor. that's why he always make me laugh, but he never laughed at my jokes. He simply doesn't understand my sense of humor. We are opposite, but at the same time, we are very similar. It is difficult to explain how he and I connected we used to spend our free time always together. I used to saw him practically all the time. When I was going to my drama school I always had one hour free in my lunchtime, so I was always going to lunch whit him, he used to lived only two stations away from my school, so I used go and visits him and lunch whit him very fast and then come back to my school. After school, I was go and visiting him to sometimes I sleep whit him and sometimes just come back to my home .when the weekends come i always stayed to sleep at his place. Our routine were the same as a couple does typically, we used to love go to parties on the weekends, eat in a restaurant. We always loved to try different types of food of different nationalities or happy just watching some series on Netflix or sometimes just simply do nothing. He love to take naps so sometimes we where just doing that, the only problem of my boyfriend did not live alone. He lived with his mother. But his mother was rarely at home, so we used to be always alone .One day we forgot that his mother was there and my boyfriend as he always wanted to have sex with me, as any couple would , so well we started having sex, we were having a great time, when I was having my orgasm, my boyfriend tells me to my ear, it seems that someone entered the room. Still, I couldn't stop it because I was practically finishing. And well inside the room, there was a bathroom. Hence, the mother went to the toilet and entered, or she did not notice what we were doing, and or she just acts like she doesn't see anything, or she simply did not care. Still, so we stop, and he just hugs me and says, act like you're sleeping my hurt was bouncing, and my mind was running thinking and how embarrassing I feel, and I can't feel my face was so red, I just put my head underneath the comforter close my eyes. I act like my boyfriend told me, but it always gives me the impression that he is the type of person who doesn't care too much about anything. He acts really chill about the whole thing. After we felt the mother was no longer in the apartment, we started talking and wondering whether he really saw us or not. My boyfriend says she definitely saw us. Still, we can do nothing about it , we are not the first or the last persona in the world who experienced the same thing, next time, we just need to be more careful .but still I will never forget this experience and it will always consider one of the most embarrassing experiences of all my life.
By Pame Molina5 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassed But Thankful
I hated having to go to Math extra classes but I had to because I had a nasty encounter with a teacher the year before and I now hated the subject and had my finals looming. As a result, Saturdays were no longer peaceful and I now had to take two buses for over an hour to get to school. I knew my parents did not have much and it was a strain on them for me to take these extra classes. That was the hardest part for me, we were already poor and I felt like I was saddling the family with more stress. So I did not complain but went every Saturday. And while I don't know that it really helped because my block needed psychological help, not academic help I was grateful to them for trying to get me help.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Perfect
Such a modern day catch. You begin liking one another’s photos on social media sites. Each heart on Instagram and each thumb up on Facebook from a picture brings greater emotion until one builds up enough courage for that, “Hey, I would like to take you out on a date.” Heart flutters, excitement increases bursting with mixed emotions of wanted things to work better than the last.
By Arianna Redmond5 years ago in Confessions
