I really hate the times when I fight with my mom. All I can do that time is to hate her back... I really regret that.
2007-03-12 23:55:58
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answered by Anonymous
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true story - I broke my leg on a friday the 13th [ nov. 13, 1998] and while I was on medical leave from work , the factory closed up, I didn't hear about until 6 months later and they left all my tools [ about 600 dollars worth] in the building and it was in a bad neighborhood , so some crackhead got them, I applied for disability and I'm still waiting to hear from about my case, so I have no money and no money coming in , and I was forced to move in with my sister and brother-in-law or live under a bridge , and it's like living with my parents all over again...
2007-03-13 07:14:13
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answered by Anonymous
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Probably being torn apart in separate countries from my fiance when we were so deeply in love. During that time, we were studying overseas and he had followed me back to my country. He had problems with his visa later and had to return twice to his country, once leaving me as long as two months, just pining for him and missing him so terribly, not knowing if I would ever see him again.
It could be my father's passing as well. I realised, despite all that I thought I despised him for what he did to our family, I did really love him as a father and no matter how much he did, he's still my father, and I his daughter. I also realised, as I saw him lying in the coffin, his brows furrowed as if he died worried and incomplete, that I would never be able to see him again.
It was two completely different, yet horrible feelings. It's true that no matter what you go through, it's okay that it happened to yourself, but not to your loved ones. Because you can tolerate what happens to yourself, but you stand helpless as your loved ones are taken from you.
Jenova.
2007-03-13 07:00:12
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answered by Jenova 5
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i guess getting stabbed
2007-03-13 06:54:21
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answered by Anonymous
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