Yes, Dear FHN, it is SO good!
CoCo
Does everyone like you?
by asilentone 67 Replies latest jw friends
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Scully
While I like most people, I certainly don't like everyone. By the same token, I don't expect everyone to like me. And I don't care if people don't like me. I used to care, and go to great lengths to "make" people like me, but not anymore.
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four candles
There are some who really hate me,but hopefully they are in the minority. I'm a nice guy.................................................................
........................................and modest as well.
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mouthy
HA!HA! You have to be kidding. I have a list as long as your arm.
But you win some & lose some. In all my years I have done just that.
SO many have said "I hate you" & others have said "I love You".
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FlyingHighNow
I know only a few people who are liked by everyone. When you think about it, how many people do you know that are liked by everyone?
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caliber
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msqfQpoFTYk
To FHN ....I'm not inferring you're a rat... just the friendship part ....
Cal your pal
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FlyingHighNow
Thank you, Cal. You're a sweety and so is your girl, Hope4.
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truthseeker
No.
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Yizuman
None of my step kids likes me because they don't trust older men because their father abused them and my step daughter was molested by her father.
We had a fight last week Wednesday. My step-son came home drunk and high on something around 3:15 P.M. in the afternoon (and he's 20, short of being 21 this coming October), went in his room and came out like 5 mins later screaming (whereas my hearing-aid actually picked it up, I'm 97% deaf), so I turned around going "What the heck?" and I'm reading his lips, "Where's my f%#@ing shit???"
Now my wife and I have a very strict rule in this house, no drugs and alcohol in the house. Everyone smokes outside, including me. My wife can't stand the smell of tobacco. So I asked, "You mean to tell me you have drugs in our house???" and he accused me of taking it out of his room. I told him I was not aware of this until now. So he's demanding what I did with it and I told him I did nothing of the sort.
He goes into my bedroom (we sleep seperately now since my wife is now bedridden in her medical bed with an air mattress) and tears it all up. Broke both my lamps, tore up my matresses, destroyed both doors, destroyed my bible, dresser drawers, dresser torn down. I'm calling the cops on the TDD, he comes out and sees me on the TDD, runs straight for me, punches me in the stomach, and destroyed my TDD (valued at $300 dollars). He reads the ticker tape that I called the cops so he bolts out of the house.
The cops comes and sees what he did to our house. Asks me if I am alright, said yes, he just knocked the wind out of me and left me on the floor on my knees crying my eyes out. They checked his room and didn't find anything.
One of those lamps belonged to my grandmother, he destroyed that. That hurt me alot.
He knows we don't do drugs and alcohol and yet thinks we do it. Go figure. I guess he thinks everybody does it.
The cops still haven't found him. I keep the doors and windows locked at all times.
Everything he destroyed, I had to throw them out. The TDD will take months to get from Vocational Rehab to replace it. I'm sleeping on the couch now since he destroyed both the matress and box spring. I'll have to buy another new strobe light for my bedroom since he destroyed that. The remote thingy thank goodness he didn't touch. I still have the other strobe light, so I had to reprogram the remote thingy to be used just for that one.
My step daughter already moved out last year in November and is living with my wife's cousin.
Dunno what I am gonna do about getting a new matress and box spring, dresser drawer, lamps and night stands.
My step-son is permanantly banned from the house. My wife loves her son and she has very mixed feelings about my decision to perma-ban his ass. Sorry, I can't have anymore of this crap ever happening again. Plus on top of that, he won't get a job or nothing. Just mooches off of us whenever he can. No more.
Oh, I just found out our pully ladder is missing from the shed today when I went to mow the yard. My guess he took that to pawn it off to buy more drugs. The cops knows about that already when I called to update my incident report.
Know what? For the first time, I felt 3 emotions all at once, something I can't recall ever happen to me at the same time. Rage, fear and sadness.
What scares me the most is that my rage is so bad that I wanna tear his ass apart. He'd better not show his face around here again, because I have no idea what I'll do to him if he does.
Yiz
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Finally-Free
Most people I knew liked me as long as I was a crowd follower, easygoing, and kept my mouth shut. That practice eventually got me into a lot of trouble. In recent years I decided it's more important for me to like and respect myself, so I won't just quietly go along with everything any more. For the most part I don't care what people do, as long as they don't do it around me. As as result, I have very few people around me now.
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