Post your sob stories. A challenge, but serious

[william]

Originally Posted by stjoe

I'm not going to get through this right now, William, but could you blog it and I'll read it later?

Done.

[william]

We went to her sister's son's birthday party. Her sister is friends with my wife and I. Circles. Life's funny that way. Billions of people on the planet and yet some lives are interwound.

Things evolve.

That fear I had, that longing I though I would experience just wasn't there.

I'm disappointed. I was hoping for something - some longing, some mystery, some lust. Nothing.

We didn't exchange numbers or emails. I had not much to say. In a way I wanted to show her - to have her see me and say - "Hey! I could have been with him - I missed out!" but nothing became of it. I didn't care.

Old memories are all I have and I will draw on them, nurture them, make them grow and become more than they were in real life.

I'm drawn back to a song, one of my favorites, by Caroles Gardel as sung by Eliades Ochoa.

Volver (Return)

And I will translate it here, a translation I have been working on for odds knows how long. Thanks Darq for helping me with a line.

I should know better than to post at three in the morning.

[jwdd27]

William, thanks for all your stuff you've put on this thread. You can write.

That's all I'm saying.

[be leaves]

Originally Posted by CJARE

My Dad died last year, my Mom died in June, I'm in remission from lymphomia, for the second time! Woohoo, life goes on!

AND you live in kentucky.. sucks to be you, sir.

[Brend_duh]

you need tissues for these posts......

[brooklyntam]

ok.. i'll bite... feel like screaming it out loud tonight... mind you.. i am not a writer... so please be kind..

so i was.. i think when i was 23... i managed a coffeehouse and we all went in on a day off to clean before the owners came back in town... someone went and got a bottle of stoli.. and i did my first lemon drop... i did 2 of them that i can remember.. the next thing i remembered was waking up and not knowing where my clothes were... i drove home passed out till later in the afternoon.. my roommate thought there was something wrong and asked me what was up.. i told her i couldn't remember anything.. she brought me to the hospital... i was drugged.. and raped.. by the dude that worked next door... and maybe (but i don't remember anything) by the cook that worked for the coffeehouse... fucked.. up.. i got back home from the hospital and almost said the words i always say when something is not ok.. "it can only get better from here...) but i didn't i mentally stopped myself... then we walked to my truck and my window was busted.. and someone stole my shit...

so.. i get fired from the coffehouse... i start working at a gas station.. great place.. an ex mafia dude with a pink poodle and the cleaning lady he hired 10 years back, fell in love with and then married.. really nice people.. i felt protected... i make enough money to go home.. i get home and my mom and dad stay with me instead of going to my sisters wedding.. i go to therapy 2 times a week... learn a lot of really crazy, amazing stories.. i grow...

my sister comes to visit we have a late celebration for her wedding... i get to really hang out with my sister as an adult...

october 26th, 1999... i'm living in vermont... my brother in-law that i've never met calls me in a panic.. they were in manhattan getting re-enlisted in the navy together... my sister had an aneurysm when they got back to the hotel... he tells me he's at beth israel and they are doing emergency sugery.... my mind disappears... i call the dude that i cook with at work... he's from the city... Adam drives with me to the city... tells me where to go... we go to the wrong beth israel... finally got the hospital and meet my brother in-law for the first time.. my sister is in surgery.. my mom, dad and brother are all on a plane fying into new york.. i get to meet my sisters superior officer.. she's a wreck... finally get to see my sister.. she is the surgeons miracle patient.. all long term and short term memory.. she can wiggle her toes.. that night my whole family spend the night on the floor because the yankees are playing in the world series and there are no hotel rooms anywhere... next morning i get on a bus and plan on visiting my sister who is being moved to mom and dad's house until she gets better...

i go home... my friends take me out to a pumpkin festival... i've never felt the wind like i did that night... a very different feeling than i have ever experienced.. we drive back home and go to the local bar to say hi to martha... i hang out longer than my bass player to flirt with her... my bass player comes back and tells me my mom left him a message that i have to call her as soon as i can...

i call the hospital and it takes 5 times to finally get through to talk to my family... my mom's voice on the other end.. "she's gone..."

my sister died.. a hole that can never heal... there's more that happened a couple of years later.. but i'm drunk and tired...

cheers... or what i mean to say is L'chai-im... thanks for the show! you all make me smile and keep me smiling...

[Lexi]

-I'm a foster child. I've been in over 50 homes since I was 6. My dad left and my mom was a drug addict. I have a younger brother (13) and sister (14). They are still together, but I'm not with them. I'm 15.

~I go back to the house for shelter, food and internet. I'm out most of the time, hanging with my streetskater "friends". Streetskating in NYC isn't the smartest idea, but if we get killed it was meant to happen.

#My best "friend" was hit by a car last weekend. He is the only person I've kept in touch with since I got in the system. I met him when we were 10. He doesn't know what I really think about him. He had no family. Though he's still alive, they don't know if he's gonna make it. The suspense is tearing me apart. More or less literally.

@I can't make friends at high school, because odds are, I won't be there for more than a few weeks, and I don't see a point. I'm probably dropping out at 16.


That's all for now...This is very simplified and shit...I'll add more when I can.

[william]

Originally Posted by Lexi

Streetskating in NYC isn't the smartest idea, but if we get killed it was meant to happen.

Dude - nothing's meant to happen. Things like getting killed either happens by random chance or carelessness - not because of some mystical wheel of fate.

I used to skate and have lifelong scars as a memento. Wear a helmet and stay out of traffic.

Hang in there. Don't drop out at 16! With only a year or two of school left it doesn't make sense. No one ever looks back and says - gee! I'm glad I didn't finish high school.

Life can get a whole lot better.

[Lexi]

But it's more fun to jump from parked car to parked car...I'm serious.

I can finish high school later. I can't keep good grades when I'm not even in that paticular school for 4 weeks. There's other shit that I don't feel like I can phisically type out at the moment...

[Lexi]

They keep telling me that it's a 50/50 chance he'll make it.

If they thought he would live they would say so.