Category: Our stories
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He Cheated In The Worst Way
Last year me and my husband were watching Netflix when he got a call. He took it in the other room, but I could hear him and could tell he was upset. After a few minutes he came out, said he’d be right back, and left without answering my many questions.
About an hour later he came back with my best friend. This was odd, but I politely greeted her, thinking to myself why has he gone and collected my best friend.
My husband told me to sit and they sat next to each other on the couch across from me, was one of the ill I thought to myself, what is going on?
She was really uncomfortable and wasn’t making eye contact with me, and my husband couldn’t look at me. He looked passed me and told me what was wrong. He told me that he had cheated on me, and that she was pregnant, and that she had been kicked out of her house so he offered her our spare bedroom.
She was four months pregnant and we had barely been married a year and he had already fucked another girl, if he were going to cheat he could at least of picked someone else.
I felt sick, embarrassed, angry and betrayed, and the fact that he let her live here without asking me was too much.
I couldn’t even bring myself to yell at him. Or throw something at him. I just cried. I cried for about ten minutes, and the my asshole husband never comforted me, or even looked at me. All he could say was “well…. sorry”. I couldn’t bring myself to kick her out so I’ve let her stay, i was basically taking care of the girl who ruined my marriage, who I used to confided in.
In one night I lost my husband and my best friend, I was used, it is clear to me now that neither of them loved me, and you know what I no longer care, I am not angry, I am not sad I am free, my best friend actually did me a favour I didn’t have to spend a life time with a man who did not love me.
They aren’t together anymore, my husband does see the child but only once a fortnight as he lives in a dirty house share, I however have found a rewarding career ad awaiting a huge party when my divorce is finalised.
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Why Do You Pay So Much For Your Kids To Do Sports?
“One of my friends asked “Why do you pay so much money for your kids to do all their sports”? Well I have a confession to make; I don’t pay for my kids to do sports. Personally, I couldn’t care less about what sport they do.
So, if I am not paying for sports what am I paying for?
– I pay for those moments when my kids become so tired they want to quit but don’t.
– I pay for those days when my kids come home from school and are “too tired” to go to their training but they go anyway.
– I pay for my kids to learn to be disciplined, focused and dedicated.
– I pay for my kids to learn to take care of their body and equipment.
– I pay for my kids to learn to work with others and to be good team mates, gracious in defeat and humble in success.
– I pay for my kids to learn to deal with disappointment, when they don’t get that placing or title they’d hoped for, but still they go back week after week giving it their best shot.
– I pay for my kids to learn to make and accomplish goals.
– I pay for my kids to respect, not only themselves, but other players, officials and coaches.
– I pay for my kids to learn that it takes hours and hours, years and years of hard work and practice to create a champion and that success does not happen overnight.
– I pay for my kids to be proud of small achievements, and to work towards long term goals.
– I pay for the opportunity my kids have and will have to make life-long friendships, create lifelong memories, to be as proud of their achievements as I am.
– I pay so that my kids can be out on the track instead of in front of a screen…
…I could go on but, to be short, I don’t pay for sports; I pay for the opportunities that sports provides my kids with to develop attributes that will serve them well throughout their lives and give them the opportunity to bless the lives of others. From what I have seen so far I think it is a great investment!”[the_ad id=”83723″]
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Before I Had Kids, I Was A Social Butterfly
Before I had kids, I was a social butterfly. I had all kinds friends & was invited to everything. I was available to hang, I would always drive over to someone’s house to hang out. It was a good time. I was available. I had no responsibilities. People used that to their advantage.
Fast forward to being married with children. Life changes. I have priorities. I can’t just “come hangout”. The babies have nap routines, I have school pickups, the kids have sports. I have to find time for my husband. I need to clean, cook & do loads on top of loads of laundry. I’ve become socially awkward because I don’t get much adult interaction, I spend my days watching Paw Patrol & Bubble Puppies.
Let’s not forget about those who work a lot with or without kids or a spouse. Trying to make it, working overtime. Single people, single parents or even married couples on one income. Shoot, in 2018, married couples on 2 incomes have to work to death because well, it’s expensive to live, bosses work you to death & well, taxes (imagine if we actually got to take home our gross pay, not the after tax net 😒)
I’m not available anymore. I’m not the fun, free person you knew… my fun style has shifted. I’m not of use anymore to some. Friendships start fading away & disappearing. You hear “oh you never come out and have fun”, “I never see you anymore”. Yes, you are right. You don’t. Because I stopped coming to you, but did you know it would both ways? You can actually come to me? Maybe, come to my house and visit me. Come see the kids, come to a game.
Hanging out and being friends doesn’t mean you can only be kid free to hang. It doesn’t mean drinking & partying is the only way to have fun. (Yes, sometimes a kid free night is good) Finding friends who understand your priorities is the best thing. Friends who understand that life happens and you may not talk or see each other for weeks or months but when you do, you pick right up where you left off.
Your circle WILL change. Your circle WILL become smaller and that’s ok. Remember, it’s the quality of your friendships, not the quantity of friends!
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Is It Easier To Be Vegan Compared To Eating Meat
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Is it easier to be vegan compared to eating meat, dairy and eggs?
My thoughts:
“it is much easier to eat meat and drink milk”
It is not easier for the animals that are gassed to death or shot.
It is not easier for the animals cramped up in trucks going towards the slaughter-house, for many the only time in their short life they see the sun.
It is not easier for the slaughterhouse workers, who kill hundreds of animals per day, and who suffer from stress and psychological problems because of it.
Or the male chicks dying a painful death being gassed to death just after birth because of that no one can profit from them.
Nor the fish who suffer from being dragged up and who suffer dying in the nets.
It is not easier for the humans and the animals who lose their home when the Amazons is destroyed to make land for soy plantations to feed cows.
It isn’t easier for everyone who suffers from obesity or die of heart attack due to arteries clogged by eating a lot of meat, dairy and eggs.
We can easily get all nutrients we need on a balanced plant-based diet. You can get B12 from meat, but to say that it is easier than ordering B12-supplements isn’t true.
It is much easier to choose life in the supermarket, rather than closing your eyes to all misery, suffering and death that the animals went through to be reduced to meat, dairy, eggs, fish and honey. Choose life and freedom for everyone, step out of paying for this violence. It is much easier to be vegan for everyone and for you.
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Give This Boy One More Chance At Life
On the 1st of February we got told our baby boy had a tumor in his liver. We knew nothing more till he had his biopsy on the 5th. When his results came back it was heartbreaking to listen to.. All 4 sections of his liver had been taken over and they also found it had spread to both lungs. The scan images was the hardest. Seeing this cancer taking up so much of his tiny body!!
He got diagnosed with Hepatoblastoma stage IV. -Hepatoblastoma is a rare tumor that usually occurs in children under 3 and only about 8 children are diagnosed in the UK each year. There are stages I, II, III & IV. Unfortunately Charlie is stage IV which means it’s took over his liver and spread to both his lungs, because of this he will need a liver transplant, but they can’t do this until the cancer in both lungs goes, otherwise it will just spread again to his new liver.
The chemotherapy treatment he’s on is to hopefully clear the cancer in his lungs and shrink the tumor in his liver. He has a scan in Leeds on 5.4.16 which will tell us how he’s responding to the chemo and how ready he might be for his liver transplant. Until then and also after his transplant he carries on with all his treatment as normal (chemotherapy, blood transfusions, platelet transfusions etc) even though he seems happy in himself his survival rate is still only 20%-60%.
We as parents left work to spend as much time as we can with him, but this has meant we have a really low income with hardly no financial support. I’m due to have our 2nd child on the 25.05.16 and Charlie’s 3rd birthday is on the 24.04.16 and we want to make it a very special one so money at the moment is a stress we don’t need. We are coping with what we get but as for weekends away and trips to the zoo etc in between his treatments is a struggle. The money donated isn’t for any treatment as his treatment is on the NHS it’s is literally just for him, and us as a family to make memories.**- wrote before treatment abroad was needed *****
Charlie’s memorise is now raising for private treatment abroad to give him a chance of life.
For Charlie to travel to be given a second chance will cost $1.1 million. Which is approximately£855,580.00 in UK pound.
Please help our baby boy live.
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Have A Motorbike? Can You Help With This Mans Last Wish?
Please share this far and wide I would to get as many bikers as I physically can to honour his massive passion, pride and personality.
Right calling everyone who knew or even didn’t know our gorgeous Liam Holding the amazing son/brother and my boyfriend 💓💔and just wants to support and enjoy a good celebration of life.
For the 21st SUNDAY OCTOBER I am trying to organise a very big motorbike/quad bike/any but ABSOLUTELY NO ILLEGAL MOTORCYCLES or any vehicle and no silly riding!!!
Id like a respectable but loud exhaust memorial ride for him. Honestly the louder the better in his words a “proper filthy noise”.
I would like to be at the front leading it as that’s how I met him and. Dean Cox
one of his best friends will be right there with me.
He has always shared and supported biker down rides so he was a big part of the biker community.
I do have a few requests his mum Donna Holding and sister Abbieamel Holding would like to pillion on the back but I’m sure dean can take one personally but there will be a few friends and family would don’t ride who will need a kind biker to take them on the back.
We’d also like it if everyone could dress as brightly as possible as much Kawasaki green as possible !!! Was his favourite! 💚💚💚
The ride will begin at Colchester Park and Ride (A12 J28) at 12:00/12:30 with departure 1pm and proceed down the A12 past his crash site in honour of his last ride home.
From the A12 to the A130 Basildon to turn off
To finish in Pitsey ( Gordon’s) postcode SS133DZ but will stopping at Pitsea mount St Michaels church (quick stop and walk) was his favourite place then finish back at his road.
The ride will be approx 1hr. It’s the route he was taking home from mine so let’s get him home for the final time 💚
Please note if you can’t start at Colchester feel free to join up from the a12 along the way.
but we need to make it LOUD !!!
Please get in contact for any other details and message me personally to tell me how many of you are coming.
Please bring as many as you can I need this is be INCREDIBLE!!! Just like he is 💙💙💓
There will be no pressure for any donations but if you wish it will be going to the air ambulance service who did land to assist but he had already gone. It’s an amazing service and well deserving. 💚💚
Credit Katie Maynard
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Please DO NOT Buy My Kids Toys For Christmas
Please DO NOT buy my kids TOYS for Christmas..
– Kid wants toy for Christmas and talks about it all the time.
– Kid opens toy for Christmas and immediately rips it open and starts to put it together & play.
– 2 days later kid is asking for new app on their iPad, and you suggest they go play with that awesome toy they wanted so bad that cost santa over £100… They say they don’t feel like it and are bored with it.
– One week later, toy is shoved in the back of their closet, never to be seen again… UNTIL you do a pre-Christmas clean out the following year when said toy is then donated because the child expresses that she no longer likes it.
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AH, it kills me a little every time!!!
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This year, we are making a Christmas list filled with EXPERIENCES, not toys.
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Want to know what Aunt Emily can get her? A movie date with her on a weekend, a trip to the zoo, a painting class… something where they can spend time together!
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Live far away? You could give my son a swimming lesson vouchers, a gift certificate to a pottery painting class, cooking lessons, go carting, a favorite book of yours with a personalized note of why you love it & him THE EXPERIENCES and MEMORIES he simply will NOT forget!
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No big pile of presents will be under my tree, if I look back on my childhood I don’t remember any of the presents I received, I remember the people, and my little girl and boy will remember the days out, the special times with their family.
Not only will my children have the best time, I will not have the stress ans anger of searching shops to get the toys they want and then the heart ache of seeing money literally bein poured down the drain.
This christmas will be all about family and my kids having the best time.
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Breast Cancer Isn’t a Silly Pink Ribbon
While the majority of people believe that Breast Cancer is a pink ribbon, a pink Pom Pom, a pen with a pink ribbon, a tote with a pink ribbon, a cancer “volunteer” at your local shop engaging you to be a “part of the cure.
First, a hard reality, you are not being part of the cure, you’re just throwing your money away to propaganda, uniforms for cheerleaders, and kiosk after kiosk with items from handbags to ziplock bags. It’s all a hoax. They are not trying to fight the cure. Most of their funding goes to advertisement, 6 figure CEO salaries. And when I asked for help, I wasn’t given any, DENIED. Denied by the very people who claimed they would help me in their “advertising”. A pink ribbon isn’t the men and women fighting for their lives with metastatic breast cancer. I cannot comprehend how people can not grasp the simple concept that if you cure stage 4 you cure them all. It’s that simple. You will not have to worry about dying because, there’s a cure if you get to that point.
Breast cancer is often very sexualized. Showing models with fake scars, beautiful bodies and breasts with the strap so perfectly dangling from her shoulder. That’s not what Breast cancer is. It’s CTs, surgeries, amputations, biopsies, MRIs, X-rays, radiation, chemo, IVs, blood tests, fear, worry, hate, anger, confusion, sadness, loneliness, medications, check ups, anxiety, depression, insomnia, pain. It’s so much more than a pink snickers bar because it “supports us!
We do not receive free boob jobs. We have reconstruction. Expanders placed to stretch your skin to fit the implants, complications, tram flap surgeries, sometimes our bodies reject the implants, some choose to go flat, some reconstructions are amazing and look fabulous, some look completely deformed. However, in no way did any of us receive a free boob job. We amputated them and had foreign objects placed in our skin to resembles the breasts we once had. We tattoo our nipples on, we get prosthetic ones, or we go with out. We are in pain.
Save the Tatas, save 2nd base, no bra day with a bunch of nipples poking out in no way supports those with Breast Cancer.
This is what a lot of cancer really looks like!
Pink isn’t pretty, it’s not a ribbon and it definitely doesn’t help us!
If you want to help donte to Macmillan the only ones out there who actually help cancer patients
Full credit Tracie Marie
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Adoption Isn’t Easy But My God It’s Worth It
It’s National Adoption Week this week I’d write about something that might worry those thinking about adopting or who’ve recently adopted. I know I worried about this through our adoption process and didn’t really want to mention it at the time. Would I love the children that was to become mine? Would they love me? Would they even like me? Ok so that’s three things but it’s all wrapped up into one thing – LOVE.
My husband and I had always wanted children and after we wed we tried for over 10 years to conceive you see we were trying for children in the 1970’s and help to conceive was not as good as today, I had PCO and was unable to hold onto a pregnancy for more than a month.
My husband and I decided we would adopt.
But I still wondered, worried if I’d have a connection with my adopted child/ren.
September 1987 I received a phone call after waiting 3 years and going through all the palaver the social workers expected, to say that they had two children they felt were suitable for us.
Two weeks later we met these children a 3-year-old girl called Gemma and a 4-year-old boy called Shaun.
The little girl smiled when we walked in and showed me her doll, the boy went up to my husband and said “your now my daddy” and hugged him tight.
It was love at first sight, how could these children that I didn’t carry within my womb feel like my own?
My children have grown now and I have 3 wonderful grandchildren, It wasn’t always easy being an adoptive mum, questions were asked and going from a family of 2 to a family of 4 was hard work.
I remember wanting to be pregnant so much but looking back now I am so glad I couldn’t as I wouldn’t have the family that I do now.
Adoption is not easy but my god is it worth it!!!