My parents were already divorced..My dad would promise to pick me up on every weekend and take me out. I would end up crying because of his broken promises over and over, every weekend for about a month til I just stop believing anything he said to protect my feelings.
2007-08-20 02:53:30
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answered by Chico Escuela aka Rob 4
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Since the age of 10, my father left Italy to go and live in Africa, Comoro Islands. I could only see him during summer time and used to spend 3 long months with him. But I knew that the day would come when I had to pack my luggage and go back to Italy, and say goodbye to my dad for a whole 9 months. I remember this heavy feeling on my chest that made me cry a good week/10days before the departure date....
...I missed him so much and I miss him now, that he is no longer with us...
2007-08-20 17:38:59
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answered by Jesus is my Savior 7
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One of the things was when my mom would go somewhere without me. For some reason I always thought she was going to be in a car wreck. If she didn't come home by the exact time she said she would I would assume she was never coming back. I used to do everything I could to go with her. This was probably the cause of the anxiety I have today.
2007-08-20 09:43:29
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answered by Anonymous
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I don't recall crying much when I was a kid...it didn't seem very productive. I remember pretending to cry to get out of a whipping, but I don't remember much actual tear production taking place.
2007-08-20 12:32:39
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answered by Anonymous
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Spilled milk. You know; basically anything back then because I was a very spoiled brat. So I would cry in order to get my way.
2007-08-20 09:45:56
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answered by sylvester m 5
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I would have to say that when my parents fought about dumb things. I cried because I was scared they were going to split up. Thats probally the worst thing I could think of.
2007-08-20 09:43:10
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answered by elegant_prince 2
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When I was made fun of by kids in the school yard.
2007-08-20 19:02:04
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answered by Barbara 6
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They think I'm crazy... But I know better! It is not I who am crazy... It is I who am MAD!... Didn't you hear 'em? Didn't you see the crowds??? Oh my beloved ice cream bar!! How I love to lick your creamy center... And your oh-so-nutty
chocolate covering!! You're not like the others... You like the same things I do! Wax paper... Boiled football leather... Dog breath.
2007-08-20 09:44:58
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answered by Anonymous
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When my parents beat me or scold me. In my country parents are allow to beat kids.
2007-08-20 09:45:35
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answered by K@ti3 2
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Comics!
2007-08-20 11:53:34
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answered by Anonymous
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