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My boyfriend, Ed, and I been together for almost 8 months but we dated for a month before that. He is 18 and I'm 17. Everything was pretty good the 1st few months, few fights but nothing major. Then it seems as we hit the 6 month mark everything went way down. His family doesn't think I'm good enough, the have called me a slutty whore, cum dumpster, conceited, high mantience. At 1st, my boyfriend would stick up for me but then his siblings told their mom that we had sex infront of them and that I tried to seduce the 13 year old brother. Both of which are not true. So I was told I was not allowed to call or go over their house. Its been hard but we have dealt with it, but now Ed, is being a lot meaner to me. He'll blow off plans with me, show up 3 hours late, it seems everything is up to him. His friends hate me, he is nice when its just me and him, but add any of his friends and he's an ass. I love him and I lost my virginity to him and he is also my best friend. But I can't take this anymore. I;m sick of him blowing me off and only hanging out with me when he has nothing better to do. Do you think I should stay with him and try and work this out or just say fuck it and move on. One last thing, I hate being alone so I think the reason I have held on for so long is because I don't want to be lonely. (link)
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if he's dumb enough to believe his siblings and be sooo horrible to you he's not worth it. how could he believe them cos they said you and him had intercourse infront of them and that never happened so he knows that they're lying. and if they're lying about that they're most probaly lying about you seducing that 13 year old boy!dump him, hun. i know it won't be easy but it wil be worth it. there is some1 out there who will love you like no other, ok.hope i helped.good luck...
noogz
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p.s. please rate me!
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Ok. Please, if you are in any way, shape, or form, involved with whether or not people are hot, do not answer this. Also do not answer if you have never felt a true love, because it's so impossible to describe, I'm not even going to try.
Ok, so there's this girl who I loved. A lot. She knew how much she meant to me. I kept on thinking about her. So yesterday I decided to ask her out. I've never asked anyone else out. Except I couldn't bring myself to ask her out on the phone or in person, and I couldn't think of any sweet, special way to ask her like they did in Bye Bye Birdie. So I e-mailed her. She said no for two reasons: number one, she's not sure if she really likes me or not. She doesn't not like me, she's not sure. Allegedly. Second of all, she had a big fight with this other girl (I didn't get all the details, but apparently it was because of a poem...?), and now that girl is really pissed off at her and will do anything to get revenge. So she doesn't want to get me hurt. Because she could never live it down, letting me get hurt. She said that (I quote) "even if they are all bitches and sluts, insults hurt." Sticks and stones, man. Sticks and stones.
Ok, now I'm practically crying. Seriously. Love is like a swirling pink mist of joy and happiness, where nothing could ever go wrong. The pink mist is easily corrupted, but everyone inside it is blind to that and has no idea. So while I was in it, someone slabbed paint all over it. Now I'm trapped within a swirling black torrent of misery and depression, with no way out. When I'm in the torrent, I have no reason for anything. I used to be the biggest joker in all of my classes. Now that I don't know love anymore, I have no reason to smile, to laugh, to joke around, to live. Why bother?
Rerereading the letter, I notice that it says at the end of the second reason that she changed her mind about #1, and she does like me, but she just can't go out with me until she's solved that thing with the other girl. So I'm feeling a tad better. (heheh. tad is a fun word.) But if you recall, I said that the torrent has no way out, meaning that even if I could get out, there would still be the black paint all over me. I'm still depressed. I managed to poke fun at the word "tad" like I do with ten thousand words a day, but I'm even too depressed to sing along with the song "The Telephone Hour" in Bye Bye Birdie, even the part where the guys are like "ooah. aooh. doobidy doobidy doo." I love that part, but I'm just way too sad. I really don't know what to do. I really shouldn't be sad anymore, I mean really. I found out that she does like me after all, why am I still crying? I haven't smiled all morning, usually I go downstairs, answer a few questions, spend about an hour playing Age of Mythology, watch All Your Base fifty times, eat breakfast, watch mindless cartoons, and then go around cracking jokes everywhere. I can't do any of that. I'm too depressed. Like yesterday after I first read the letter. I was kind of depressed but not much, so then I went outside with a friend (at 8:30 at night) and we played some Horse. First round I won. Second round, I barely lost. Third round... HORSE to nothing. I lost bigtime. And by the time I got into my bed, I was crying again. It's growing on me over time... like a Tribble. Ok, I'm making too many analogies, I'll just cut to the chase. How the hell do I get over it??? (link)
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don't feel hurt if there's nothing to feel hurt over. she said she likes you and thats what counts. in fact she likes you so much, she's willing to wait a little while to go out with you so she can sort stuff out with that gal,just to make sure you don't get hurt. you just have to be patient.don't get depressed- there's no piont. you should be really happy. and there's nothing to get over apart from happiness. i'm sure your a great guy and she really likes you. like i said just be patient and it'll all come like cherrys and blossoms and then you'll be back in your swirling pink mist of joy and happiness again.
noogz
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