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The other was a little more passive-aggressive about it. In this case, it was their brother who would always pick the Trumpet if it’s too loud you’re too old vintage shirt it is in the first place but most expensive thing even if there was something cheaper that was their fave. So whenever his brother would visit and they’d go out for a meal they made a point of taking them to the cheapest restaurant they could. McDonald’s. Wetherspoons. You name it. Even the most expensive thing was not all that much and the brother got the message. Personally, I feel like if you are able to you should confront them and ask why they insist on ordering the most expensive item. Often these people get embarrassed when confronted and many feel remorse. As long as they are not confronted, they will keep doing it. If they get snotty or offended, simply say you will no longer treat them to meals. They have taken advantage of your goodwill, so they have therefore lost it. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, sexy, kind, loyal, loving. The most satisfying woman there is. Things started out well. We got along, we loved each other’s company. Would stay up late and talk all night. It the most wonderful time of my life, falling in love with her. Now if you guys say I’m soft. If you think come by my address and me str8 you out. What happened to us was me. My temper would get the better of me. She was understanding, never judgemental. The worst thing I did was make promises that fell thru for one reason or another.that hurt herI did it with all intentions of doing it, then something happens & I’m not able to. Instead of telling her then that I can’t keep trying & fail so it looks like. Lied but I didn’t I tried my hardest and failed ..but either way I didn’t keep my promise. Things. are little strained. She means more to me than my own life. I wish she saw that. I’m so miserable from this I just laying down & not getting up. But I have to I don’t want her to not have to protect her. I’m so sad, I’ve lost everything in my life this summer, thanks. I just wish she’d realize I didn’t try to hurt her, trying to please her. I can’t do everything and should have said that. I hope she forgives me and I get her back ..that’s all I care bout. This is the most miserable existence without her. Please say a prayer for me…by the way her name is Sarah H. and shes perfect. God blessed me & then took her back.

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Although I tried everything I could think of, tough love didn’t work, I loved him too much to go that route and for us, it wasn’t working. Being imperfect myself I didn’t want to come off like I was judging him or I had it all together myself, I didn’t. We just let him go to a point. But every so often when he was being kind and receptive we would talk. No judgment, no bringing up what happened last week just talking and running to the Trumpet if it’s too loud you’re too old vintage shirt it is in the first place but store for things together. It’s really just building a relationship. And then the next day he would be a monster again. No easy answers and they’re all a little different as well as circumstances. But 20 years later… he’s not perfect, I’m not either.. I haven’t seen his mom in years, but he’s my best and closest friend. We text a lot and when he comes to visit with his girlfriend every couple of months for a few days, we usually shed a few tears when he leaves. Even though he can still be a monster sometimes, his wife calls me and asks for my help every so often. I don’t know the answer, but I know in part you gotta love them even when they’re unlovable. When they are older they remember stuff we forgot….or want to forget. Prayer, meditation, seeing a shrink, pulling your hair out, calling the cops…been there, myself with his mom. I don’t know what you’ve tried and there is no way in hell I judge you for it. This is just my story, he isn’t my blood son. I don’t think there is anything we wouldn’t do for each other. He’s in his 30’s still has some behavior problems. But he’s the closest and dearest man I’ve ever known. You never give up. You never throw them away. Suddenly, I long to use a bandanna to secure my hair before playing a spirited game of kickball with my bunkmates (rather than using one as a makeshift mask before engaging with the outside world). I want to actively participate in icebreaker games of “Two Truths and a Lie,” instead of rolling my eyes with the other malcontents. I dream of going to sleep at night surrounded by my friends, after a long night of post-curfew gossip about how Sophie G. totally made out with Evan F. behind the canteen. At its heart, after all, the sleep-away camp is unlimited, lightly structured time with your friends; maybe it’s not such a coincidence that I’m longing for it right now—when even a park hangs with a small group feels somewhat risky.