• Facepunch Anonymous Confessional v7
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[QUOTE=Cone;32736154]I have trouble imagining a situation where the balls actually would touch The mechanics of it are mind-boggling[/QUOTE] The pains of a too-vivid imagination.
[QUOTE=Cone;32736154]I have trouble imagining a situation where the balls actually would touch The mechanics of it are mind-boggling[/QUOTE] Seriously bro? Length-to-length, docking, et cetera?
sent in a confessional and it's all about the LOVE, man
The more and more of these confessions I read, the more and more that I realize my selfish misanthropic cynical personality is minor in comparison to the fucked up issues most of you people have. But then again, I should have remembered this was Facepunch.
[QUOTE=BestBuyInBRICK;32737192]The more and more of these confessions I read, the more and more that I realize my selfish misanthropic cynical personality is minor in comparison to the fucked up issues most of you people have. But then again, I should have remembered this was Facepunch.[/QUOTE] [url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1129769/2[/url] You now feel so much better about yourself.
[QUOTE=Cuon Alpinus;32737335][url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1129769/2[/url] You now feel so much better about yourself.[/QUOTE] I honestly believe that if I were to choose something wrong with myself, I'd rather fuck animals than creep on innocent little children.
[QUOTE=BestBuyInBRICK;32737800]I honestly believe that if I were to choose something wrong with myself, I'd rather fuck animals than creep on innocent little children.[/QUOTE] I was just referring to your post about seeing others much weirder than yourself makes you feel less insane.
wow reading that one about the guy's girlfriend has seriously ruined my shit for the rest of the week tears should have been shed
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[QUOTE=Yahnich;32735333]Look I know the feeling but if you kill him she loses you as well and in some way her brother wins again by taking something she loves away from her again. And depending on country you'll be locked up for 10-20 years. Protect her, do everything in your power, but just try to avoid actually murdering him.[/QUOTE] I can see her losing him due to jail time, but how else would she lose him?
[QUOTE=Cone;32729325]Bro Dude Not fucking cool[/QUOTE] Agreed. Hard. But what can you do most people are two faced and most of those most of those two faced people are back stabbers. Most people..
can't wait for the next batch! ya weirdos.
[QUOTE=Cone;32736154]I have trouble imagining a situation where the balls actually would touch The mechanics of it are mind-boggling[/QUOTE] Not really.
[QUOTE]Long pedo story[/QUOTE] [URL="http://troll.me/images/jackie-chan-whut/jackie-chan-whut.jpg"]wat.[/URL]
You guys are fucked up.
[IMG]http://i.cubeupload.com/wq8DvF.png[/IMG] Talk about calling the kettle black.
[QUOTE]Sorry if i sound scattered whilst writing this, I'm very nervous and there are family in the immediate vicinity of me, ive never told a soul this and i just want to get it out. I am a paedo. During the summers I used to volunteer at a youth group center for grades k-5, and there was a girl, i suspect she was in maybe 4th grade (we'll call her Amellia), but we'll get to that later, I was 13 at the time . Every summer we would go to a water park, this was one of the funnest times of the year, large slides, cannonballs, all good fun. The girls in one pieces or bikinis. Amellia, in a loose purple bikini, she was the was the sexiest thing there. During the summer, I had made friends with Amellia, only reason is that i could get close to her and she wouldnt think any wiser. so me and Amellia are off in a separated portion of the public pool, "Playing". I ask if she wants to play a game, she obliges. "How about we play follow the leader! You be leader, and ill follow!" I ask, a slight hardon is growing at this point, but the water conceals it. "Okay, 3... 2.... 1... GO!" She exclaims. She starts swimming underwater, making futile dips and turns to try and get me off course. I was following right on track, My nose practically in her taint. Me with goggles, I can see everything, with every turn, her loose purple bikini sways to the left or right. Exposing herself each time. (oh my god i am getting hard writing this) It was perfect, small, untouched, innocent. At this point my penis has extended i could use it as a rudder in this cold water. (did i mention I have a fetish for having cold dick) At this point anyone with an aerial view could see me basically sniffing her wet flower, but the water obscured vision. After we had swam halfway across the pool, I told her that she had won, and pretended to choke on water. Noone saw anything, I got out without being labeled a pedophile by friends ive know for years. (at this point im dreaming of other things i couldve gotten away with) After that experience, I have majorly lightened up on being a perv. (I was a perv in school as well, but never caught, infact, when i told people i was pervy, they said i was the least pervy person they knew) I still look at Lolicon and other things looked down upon by society. (i dont blame them im sick im sick) This is all I have, sorry if it sounds a little dramatic, ive been reading Stephen King. I actually do feel better, I feel much more comfortable with myself, letting people know, it feels good.[/QUOTE] Dude what the fuck
[QUOTE=S31-Syntax;32738694]I can see her losing him due to jail time, but how else would she lose him?[/QUOTE] Jail time. 10-20 years. Is a VERY long time.
[QUOTE=Yahnich;32742714]Jail time. 10-20 years. Is a VERY long time.[/QUOTE] Ah, your phrasing was misinterpreted then. It sounded like you were saying that she would lose him AND get 10-20 years in prison, implying that she'd leave him cause he saved her life or something. :confusion resolved:
That pedo story isn't THAT fucked up, he was 13 at the time and she was what like 9? Of course it isn't exactly normal behaviour and it's pretty creepy that he was perving on her under the guise of 'playing a game with her', but she's really not that much younger and clearly 13 year old boys are going to get horny easily. Am I the only one that thinks this? [sp]inb4 u are the pedo[/sp]
4 years difference is quite a bit, but I've heard of much worse
It's not like a 40 year old man preying on a 9 year old.
[QUOTE=TehWhale;32744213]4 years difference is quite a bit, but I've heard of much worse[/QUOTE] Sure but what's 4 years to a sexually inexperienced, hormone fueled 13 year old?
I've done some weird shit before, but nothing close to [I]near[/I] anything posted here. That makes me somewhat happy.
for the first time in 2 years I log back in just to check out this thread gotta love this thread & you guys.
Stay around.
Is there a new batch coming anytime soon?
[QUOTE=buttered_toast;32750476]Is there a new batch coming anytime soon?[/QUOTE] Yes These aren't really that funny today, sorry bout the lack of comments. [QUOTE]Dear Facepunch, I'm the same as the paedo guy, but a little less extreme. But that's not my confession today. And I cross-dressed last Sunday, my family thought that I was doing it just because it would make my sister laugh, but they don't know that I have a cross-dressing fetish. The funny thing is, I'm not gay, not even the least bit.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Hello Facepunch. I figured I'd get this off my chest here. I had a good friend once last semester. For the sake of anonymity, we'll call her Mary. Now mary was an ordinary girl. Black hair, huge boobs, and always wore kind of gothic style clothes. Spikes, black, lipstick, makeup. Nothing extreme mind you, but it was enough to identify her from the main group. Well time passes, and we become good friends in class. Nothing serious (cause hell. I can't get a girlfriend.), but still good friends. One day, after lunch (me and my lunch pals headed up to the library to hang out), she pulls me aside. "Hey anon? Can you... Keep a secret?" "Sure mary. What's up?" "I've been really down recently, and well... I just need to get this off my chest." So she rolls up her sleeves. Cut marks. All the way up. Scars. Everywhere. "whoa." I said under my breath. "Yeah... I used to cut myself back when I was deep in depression... I just needed something to let out the pain of my drunken father and abusive mother. I'm trying to contact services now." "oh... Well i'm sorry mary. You've always got me when you're feeling down. Don't worry. You'll be fine..." So several months pass. She starts gauging her ears with those little yellow capri sun straws, then the larger ones. About a quarter of an inch. She starts getting a fuckton of piercings. She starts missing class. After 2 weeks of not being there, she shows up again. The teacher doesn't really care at this point, so she doesn't ask questions. I did however. "Where were you? I was worried something had happened." "I tried to run away, but... They tracked my phone down to florida." "oh... Any luck on those services?" "Yeah... I'm about to move out, and my parents are making sure my last days are really miserable. My dad's been drinking a whole lot more, my mom's started leaving bruises... But it's ok..." She showed me. Her whole shoulder, leg, even the chest (No not the boob) was bruised up badly. And then, one day.... She vanished. She just stopped coming to school, she stopped answering calls... Rumors circulated that she'd killed herself. Naturally, I felt terrible. I almost broke down, but I got through it ok. I fit in pretty well with the rest of the sick mopey kids at school. One day however, just recently (this is a year later), I'm doing some physical therapy for my back when I get a call. It's from mary. She explained how she'd dropped out and gotten her GED, how she was getting ready to go to college with some money she'd gotten as compensation for her shit parents, and how I'd been the only thing keeping her sane for months. She thanked me, and that was the last I heard from her. Do I miss her? Sure. But I think she's onto a better life now... Thanks for your time.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Love is an odd thing, especially for me. The emotion grasps you in it's kind, warm hands, but it often squeezes too tight. Too much passion without return, and you may find yourself hurdling into a fit of horrible sadness. This bitter-sweet emotion surrounds my attraction to... a husky, a particular husky. Her brilliant blue eyes complement her brown and white fur while her perfectly formed muzzle and ears only add to the beauty. Then her body is perfectly shaped, with a magnificent and fluffy tail to add balance. My heart yelps for her, but all in vain. To be with her for any amount of time would be a dream come true. Even so much as her appearance in a single dream makes me very happy after I wake. Though, I'd never participate in intercourse with any canine, no matter how madly in love I am with them. That'd hurt them and myself at the same time. I love them too much to abuse them like that. However, every day my emotions grow stronger and stronger, and it's sending my sanity into a state of disrepair. I've even had some awful fantasies involving acts that shall not be named against my will. I am becoming the prisoner of my own hormones, forever doomed to feel the guilt I hold over myself. I feel awful for these lewd and disgusting thoughts that are filling my head. At least I can say that it is love though, and not some convoluted teenage hormone induced fetish of some sort.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Gah, dunno why I'm sending in another one. I guess I just need to get some shit off my chest. As stupid as this sounds, I honestly think my whole life has been shaped due to one event. See, when I was six, my whole life got flipped turned upside down. Nobody in my family told me that my aunt and uncle were divorcing, and my mom told me she was going over there for some fish. (She was going to help my aunt get some stuff.) I went about my day, being a happy little tyke at school, till time came to go home. I sat outside the church (Catholic school) for about an hour, wondering where she was. Finally a cop came and picked me up, telling me I had to go to the station. I sat there with my older brother for a few hours, thinking to myself that she had to be all right, she had just gone for fish. (I later learned they had told my brother but not me that day.) Later on, our uncle came and picked us up, and I thought we were just spending the night. So I calmed down a bit, played a few games, and went to bed, not knowing the fact my family was freaking the fuck out. The next day I awoke to find half my family there, and they just say quite plainly, "Your mother's dead." That was bad enough on it's own, but surprise surprise, Aunt Michelle passed on along with her. And you know why? Because my uncle was so goddamn drunk, he shot them both. And what I found out just a year ago, was that the bodies were beaten so FUCKING BAD, they couldn't even fucking tell who was who. That was why they were goddamn cremated. The worst part is he never went to jail. He offed himself after doing the deed. Ever since then, I just feel everything's been changed because of that. The fact that my brother's a complete fuck up, the fact my dad doesn't even care about anything anymore, the fact that I'm not even anything close to what people would consider emotionally stable. It's a bullshit excuse, but I can't find any other reason why the hell all this has happened. My brother's a fuck up because he essentially dropped out of high school. He's tried to take the ISTEP+ to get his GED but he fails every year and keeps telling me, "I'm doing better man!" I know I sound like I'm being cruel, but he's honestly an idiot at most times. He's homeless because see, when he WAS in high school, in his junior year he left home. His reasoning was that he got five hundred smackers out of social security due to our mother's passing. He went from his friend's house, to an apartment, to our grandparent's when he couldn't pay up rent, to his fiance's. Now, his fiance was a lovely woman, Megan. She was beautiful, smart, kind. She didn't deserve him. I mean fuck, he put his hands around her neck before, and he's strangled ME as a kid. Thankfully they kicked him to the curb eventually, and well now, now he's homeless in Valpo. I'd love to say it's been a reality check, but he still isn't looking for work, still doesn't have a license, and still wastes all his money on stupid shit. He's a toddler to me. My dad? He's pulled a gun on me. He and my step-mom Beth (Gods bless her soul, she is a lovely woman.) were in a worse fight than usual. Sure, plates weren't being thrown, but it was picking up heat. I just freaked out and left the house, went on an hour long walk. By the time I got back, they were still going at it. He started accusing me of running away, that I didn't care about him anymore. I just tried to ignore everything, but the second I saw he had a gun I just bolted the fuck out of there. He calmed down, after driving off and threatening to go to his sister's in New York. And here's the kicker: You know what all this was caused by? His fucking blood sugar. I'm not making this shit up, the man is a borderline alcoholic and likes to think the booze doesn't fuck with his sugar levels. The man went into a fucking SEIZURE the other weekend, and acted like it was normal after the paramedics left. Honestly, I don't think he cares about our family anymore. I think he just wants to kill himself to be done with this world. Me being stable? That's a joke. I mentioned earlier how my boyfriend left me because I was depressive. Yet I put on a show for the whole goddamn world, acting the class clown, and being all cheery. I delude myself into being happy, and it's not so bad for a while. I feel on top of everything, the king of the world. I'm happy for days, weeks, sometimes months at a time. I just think nothing could go wrong. But my psyche is nothing more than a house of cards, and sure enough it crashes down. A single thing sends me reeling, and I'm broken down, crying, wishing for things I know I shouldn't wish for. The thing is...I just feel that he was the one I needed most in those times, yet they weren't there for me at all. They just put it off and left me in the dust. I'm stronger now though, and even though I know I'll always love him, but I can at least tell them to fuck off. Oh, and my uncle? He had two sons, one is Nick and he's a great guy. Was in the Marines, served, and is now in college down in Flordia or California to become a physical therapist. His other son though...Tim. He's always had a troubled life. He's been in jail for drugs, running from a cop, a bunch of stuff. But this takes the cake. See, he helped dispose of the body of a two year old. It was fucking horrific. Funnily enough, Angelica, she's one of my friend's cousins as well. Sorry, this was supposed to be short, sweet, to the point but now look at me, typing a gigantic fucking WALL OF TEXT, that I know won't do me much better. Yet, I feel it has. Just saying this...well, you don't know how good it just feels to bitch for once. I know I have no right to complain, I'm not starving, I don't have AIDS, but this feels good. Yeah, I know what I'm about to do is fucking stupid but I just...I know someone out there will think I'm bull shiting. So [url=http://chestertontribune.com/Obituaries%202003/jean_dakin_dies_at_38.htm]here's what[/url] [url=http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-5014214-504083.html]I mean.[/url] Adieu, FP.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]First off I'm a sick fucked up pervert.. There was a particular girl I had stalked, photoshopped pictures of her with jizz on her face and some really nasty "other stuff" that will become clear later. We were actually close friends, and somehow the awkward kid I was managed to make this little lady my girlfriend. she was my first girlfriend, so we just kissed, held hands, ect. normal shit. she has like five dogs and one time showed up to her house without her knowing (her parents weren't home) and she was rubbing her dogs twat. I watched confused for a good thirty seconds until she glanced behind her and saw me. she looked really nervous, she knew she was caught and admitted to having a bestiality fetish. She asked that I not break up with her because of the incedent, I didn't because I wasn't very offended or disgusted by it. anyway that Incedent was soon forgotten and we grew very close and one day we were making out and I decided to make my move on her, I looked at her in the eye and began unhooking her bra. she didn't resist at all. we quickly became completely naked and she began to jerk me off a bit not paying attention to anything else noticed a wet sensation on my dick, thought nothing of it maybe a bit of precum. but then I became extremely nervous when she said "good girl" I looked down to see one of the dogs drooling on my dick, I almost shouted but she shooshed me and let the dog lick me. I felt a bit resistant but ultimately good. anyway we really got into it and she somehow managed to get me to finger the dogs pussy. I liked it. Alot. we later took turns licking the dog as she seemed to enjoy it while pleasuring each other. We now do this on a regular basis.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]This time i think i'll tell you about the stuff that happened with my ex, the juggalo. And to the guy whom said dead island came out in september you were correct, it was dead rising two me and sky used to play. It was about seven months ago when we had first met, We talked for an entire week straight, ended up going out because sky told me to go out with her, Rather than my other friend. (had i gone out with my other friend, Things probably would have been different) It was the first date, and i was nervous, i'd never been on a date date, or even out with friends to the movies like this. I was a bit shaken when i first didn't see her anywhere, and i stood around for a couple moments outside the theatre, Just waiting for her to show. She did, She looked beautiful covered in baby powder from her baby sister. She was worried she was a mess and i didn't mind. I began to see she wasn't too bad. The first thing that caught my eye was the chain she wore, it was the hatchet man. i didn't know up until this point she was a juggalo but it made no difference, she was a sweet girl at the time. We went into the theatre to see battle LA, And sat down and talked a while, Me telling her she was cute etc. Then i said something that caught her attention, That it was my first date. ever. She told me it was her first date in a long time We ended up holding hands and talking for a while, going to the park and just talking for almost another hour or two. That was one of the best days i had, the last i had with her. The second date was even better, another movie, suckerpunch. She got uncomfortable through the movie and i'll explain later. We ended up outside my house talking until 12am, The movie ended at 5pm. Good feeling. It was on and off seeing each other, And it had been a couple months when she broke up with me, and i ended up kissing her. From then on it got worse and worse. She started doing drugs after i left, sleeping with different guys, all kinds of bad things. I still loved her Even though all the stuff she did hurt me, i was trying to make it work, It was the first girl, My first date. i decided to try. Then i had a friend, call her kaylee. Kaylee liked me a while, Then said she didn't and ended up fucking things up with me and her, My ex just called me a liar and left. kaylee got what she deserved, and i moved on. Three weeks ago i started talking to my ex again because i kept a promise with her for her first bf to find. I'm a man of my word. i explained that to her. I feel like i've been saying this too much lately. Well we hung out twice and it was just like old times, except she got caught doing meth and heroin, so she got arrested Has to be clean for a few years. So i try to get back with her, all those feelings i still felt, she said she couldn't. she loved her first real BF still I told her okay, i moved on, The next fucking day she goes on a date with a random dude. I get kinda mad, i joke around with her, she flips, Says she's only been nice to me I tell her every single fucking thing she did wrong. every little lie, Every fucking thing. I' am so mad. She says you never mattered to me. i don't care about you. I don't even bat an eye, she thinks it'd make me cry Fuck that. I proceeded to tell her how she was a mistake, how she was worthless and all the things and problems i've had with her. ALL MY RAGE. We stop talking. I wake up the next day. Like nothing ever happened, i moved the fuck on. Forgot her name, forgot her face. The only thing i have is the ticket stubs, And the only thing she ever gave me, The scar from when she stabbed me. I feel good. I kept my promise. She pushed me to the edge. I realized i never sent that message, and when i check, i sent it to my friend who asks me what happened. Even though i said all that, i am a good man. I am an honest man. i never did her any wrong, and yet she calls me the bad guy. I'm better off this way. Thank god for sleeping pills, Otherwise with all this stuff; i'd never be able to sleep. Sometimes it's better to move on. It doesn't matter who you are. Doubts come. so does wisdom. I am a good man. I am a good man, Because i never hurt her or did her wrong. I never lied. I cried FP. For the first time in six years. I cried. -The goat. (include this in here, I just want people to know i'm the same person)[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]I turned taoist a while back, people didn't really get how a metalhead could do that. But with the stuff that's happened to me, I can show you why. Back in 6-8th grade i was constantly beaten up, thrown around, even by a couple teachers, and picked on. I have lost a lot of my brain mass to this, i have a bad memory but i can remember letters and conversations well, before i say a word i see it in my head spellt out. I just thought i'd share some of the anger, Here's a bit from my journal from 7th grade: "I hate thlse fuckers i hate them so much i wish they'd all die and burn and i want to kill them I wasn't doing anythign wrong why would they hit me like that why would they scream I didn't do anything i didn't do anything i hate them i wasn't wrong What did i do? what did i do? why do they do it? why do that? I didn't hurt you why do you hurt me? i want to rip out your guts i want to eat your eyes I want to rip out your intestines and i want to kill your insides I want to fuck your dead body" the rest is more and more illegible, except this passage "I hate god what did he do this for why did he make me so ugly, why am i such an idiot? I hate him hate hate hate hate hate. I wish he'd die, I wish i could kill him. I want to kill him He's a fucker i hate fuckers i hate hate hate. I wish he'd feel like me iwish he'd die like they would" I have always had an extreme dislike of all monotheistic religions, partly because of this happening. So i think being taoist is okay, i let go of all that anger, all that pain. It let me go. I was like that before i started being taoist. But i let it leave me now. My mind is balanced. So is my heart. - The goat[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]I really like one of my online friends but I don't they don't like me in the same way. I care about them greatly but I'm kinda afraid to admit it to them. Especially since they are kind of in another online relationship, although I don't really count it as such for reasons I won't go into. (I want to respect their privacy.) I don't really think there's any advice anyone could give me that would actually help at all but I just wanted to get that off my chest. -Alice[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Hi FP. My confession is- I can't look at a dog without wanting to burst into tears. Earlier this year, I lost both of my dogs. We have no idea how the younger one died. Woke up one morning and he was tucked a bit underneath one of our chairs where he used to lay. Then, about a month after our other dog died due to old age. It's been a few months since they've passed away but I still feel awful about it. I feel like I should've spent more time with them or something. I also feel bad because I would always playfully make fun of the youngest dog. I would say things like 'Get out big head' and 'you stupid'. I never meant it and no matter what I'd always pet him and play with him just as much as I did with the oldest one. I just hope he knows I was playing. I really do. Despite the fact that it's been a few months. I still look for them around the house. We still have their water bowl under the table and I've had the urge to throw it away or something but no one ever does. We just leave it. I've also been hoarding the younger dogs' toys. I keep them in a shoebox with other personal items. I even have this mp3 player that he chewed on one time when I was asleep. I yelled at him so much that day and I was so angry. Yet, right now it's become one of my most prized possessions because he would chew on it and the older one would always lick it whenever I had it out. They'd lay on the bed a lot and I'd always have to be careful to move the blankets around before I laid down. I still move the blankets around to this day and when they're not there I just hurry up and try to fall asleep quickly so I don't have to think about the fact that they're missing. And because of all this anytime I see a dog be it in real life or on TV- I just want to baww my eyes out. I've no idea what to do. I want another pet but at the same time I don't want them to think I'm replacing them. They can't be replaced.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Hey, Well this is my confession. About 2 years ago when i was at the airforce i shared a room with 2 other guys. No, this won't be a sexual story at all. Well except for that one time that one guy was standing on the table shaving his balls, but that's another story rather than a confession. Anyways, my one roommate, let's call him bob, was an excessively tidy person that i, being a rather untidy fuss-pot, never really got along with. He always liked laughing and playing tricks at others but couldn't take it when someone did the same to him. One time we were chilling outside on the parking lot, when i went in to get another beer. He used that occasion to secretly put breadcrumbs into my handrolling tobacco. It was a fresh pack and i smoked it all, which took me about a month. I always wondered about the weird consistency, the cereal-ness and the excessive smoke and coughing from it but could never tell what was wrong. After it was empty he admitted to me that he had put his bread shit into it. It was time for revenge. I went to our local drug guy in the room next to us. He always had this great snuff tobacco that he mixed tiny amounts of speed and cocaine into, for a little kick. I borrowed it and replaced Bob's Snuff with it. Did i mention he was against all forms of illegal drugs? Anyways, he was high all night, couldn't sleep and only in the morning before we reported for duty i admitted to him that he just unknowingly snorted coke and speed.[/QUOTE] Classy.
[quote]Gah, dunno why I'm sending in another one. I guess I just need to get some shit off my chest. As stupid as this sounds, I honestly think my whole life has been shaped due to one event. See, when I was six, my whole life got flipped turned upside down. Nobody in my family told me that my aunt and uncle were divorcing, and my mom told me she was going over there for some fish. (She was going to help my aunt get some stuff.) I went about my day, being a happy little tyke at school, till time came to go home. I sat outside the church (Catholic school) for about an hour, wondering where she was. Finally a cop came and picked me up, telling me I had to go to the station. I sat there with my older brother for a few hours, thinking to myself that she had to be all right, she had just gone for fish. (I later learned they had told my brother but not me that day.) Later on, our uncle came and picked us up, and I thought we were just spending the night. So I calmed down a bit, played a few games, and went to bed, not knowing the fact my family was freaking the fuck out. The next day I awoke to find half my family there, and they just say quite plainly, "Your mother's dead." That was bad enough on it's own, but surprise surprise, Aunt Michelle passed on along with her. And you know why? Because my uncle was so goddamn drunk, he shot them both. And what I found out just a year ago, was that the bodies were beaten so FUCKING BAD, they couldn't even fucking tell who was who. That was why they were goddamn cremated. The worst part is he never went to jail. He offed himself after doing the deed. continued....[/quote] whoever this is, you have my sympathy for what it's worth I would give you a hug if I saw you in real life
[quote]As stupid as this sounds, I honestly think my whole life has been shaped due to one event. See, when I was six, my whole life got flipped turned upside down. Nobody in my family told me that my aunt and uncle were divorcing, and my mom told me she was going over there for some fish. (She was going to help my aunt get some stuff.) I went about my day, being a happy little tyke at school, till time came to go home. I sat outside the church (Catholic school) for about an hour, wondering where she was. Finally a cop came and picked me up, telling me I had to go to the station. I sat there with my older brother for a few hours, thinking to myself that she had to be all right, she had just gone for fish. (I later learned they had told my brother but not me that day.) Later on, our uncle came and picked us up, and I thought we were just spending the night. So I calmed down a bit, played a few games, and went to bed, not knowing the fact my family was freaking the fuck out. The next day I awoke to find half my family there, and they just say quite plainly, "Your mother's dead." That was bad enough on it's own, but surprise surprise, Aunt Michelle passed on along with her. And you know why? Because my uncle was so goddamn drunk, he shot them both. And what I found out just a year ago, was that the bodies were beaten so FUCKING BAD, they couldn't even fucking tell who was who. That was why they were goddamn cremated. The worst part is he never went to jail. He offed himself after doing the deed.[/quote] I like the integration of the Prince of Bel-Air and probably one of the saddest stories ever told.
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