ok so my mom got married a year ago and her and my new step dad had already built this nice house for us to stay in once they got married. my stepdad had already been living in it for about a year and a half before they got married.We didn’t actually even start to move into the house until 5 months after the wedding. so let me describe the house, my stepdad and my mom had already been buying furniture for their room, bathrooms, closet, kitchen, garage, bar are, den: including like 5 plasmas, his office space, dining room, a public study, and they had already had people start tending to the lawn for flower beds every-once and a while, it is a pretty big house the only thing they never thought o buy before we started living there was stuff for my room their child, i was never even asked what i wanted, but i did constantly say i wanted a tv in my bedroom. my mom did go out and get me a nice tv for my room but my stepdad said that i wouldn’t need it until my room was set up; so she returned it. so on the first night we stayed over here my mom and i started bring over our stuff from our old house little by little. so i have clothes in my closet and stuff for my bathroom needs toothbrush etc. i ask my mom on the first night when im getting my bedroom furniture she says in 3-4 weeks, i was like ok that wont be too bad, i just had to sleep on an air mattress for a while. 4 weeks come and go and still no furniture, so i ask my mom and she says "oh well we haven’t ordered it yet". and i was like why and she said its because you(me) haven’t told us what you like and i said anything it wouldn’t matter as long as i get a decent bed and stuff so i can have an actual room. at this point i still had clothes, bathroom stuff and the air mattress but i got a small bubble wrap box from a closet and have since been using it as a night stand: that has my alarm clock and many other things on it. so in my linen closet which should only hold towels and sheets for a bed \ i not only have that stuff but all the clothes that should go in a dresser and it is quite a mess. now my bathroom sink is becoming like the top of my dresser cause i need a place to put my daily thing or thing s i want to keep out but my mom gets mad at me and says i keep clutter on my sink along with daily self cleaning stuff that she wants me to put under my sink but there no point if i will need it tomorrow morning.
but anyways i choose a bedroom furniture i like and my mom was like ok we’ll get it, so another 2 months go by and still nothing. my mom start to complain how there is always stuff on the floor, stuff disorganized in my linen closet, and i say "well it wouldn’t be that way if i had some furniture" and she says "well maybe if you showed that you can keep a clean room we’ll get you some". WTF. so i try and keep a clean room but with school, football, and my former part time job i don’t find enough time to clean but i do find time once a week maybe ad its clean for about a day.
so now its near the end of october and coming up on the 7th month without getting anything for my room its starting to make me a bit depressed and unloved plus that added with the fact my mom wants to yell at me about everything from school to not having my license yet and i have changed schools leaving all my friends. im a very good kid that does everything im toold by adults and im very respectful its hard to be in a place where it should show your personality and all thats in it is an air mattress and a box. its embarrassing and makes me sad when i see my friends rooms with stuff on their walls and an overall cool room. im starting to lose it with her someone give me advise on what to do please?

Please ignore my grammar and spelling if there is some mistakes, I’m only 15 and I’m not the best writer in the world. The story is called I Will Not Fall and I think it’s going to be a short story.

The rain was tapping against my window, an angry thump that kept me awake. I hadn’t moved all night, just stared at the rain as if it would suddenly disappear. It was late September and rain seemed sort of odd for someone who didn’t know this place. I didn’t know this place. I had been forced to move here and had no other choice but to come. Tonight I would forget all my old friends and try to think of the good and not the bad. Oh what the hell, it didn’t matter anymore. My mom was asleep and so was her boyfriend. I wondered if she knew why we really moved? David had gotten another girl pregnant and forced me to keep quiet and so I did and we moved here. It would be my fault if she found out. David was just another one of her boyfriends who didn’t want a son and only wanted one thing. Sex, of course. I closed my eyes and blocked out the rain with my music. Tomorrow would be another day. A totally different day at a totally different school. I just had to survive tonight and maybe things would go good tomorrow. Just maybe.
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I woke up with a start, and pulled on an old band tee. My converses were hidden by the clothes I wanted to wear, but didn’t look quite good in. I sat down on my bed and stared around the room. It was an adequate sized room with walls that were cheerily splashed in dark rose. The floor was hard and cold. I had tried to make the room look like the one I had at home, but it didn’t turn out right. It reminded me of some sort of asylum room rather than a bedroom. I could smell bacon and eggs sift upstairs as I walked down the hallway, fully dressed. I saw my mom sitting at the coffee table, drinking a cup of coffee. “Good morning,” She kissed both of my cheeks and ran her fingers through my hair. “Why not brush your hair down?” I shook my head, the bleach strands of my hair falling over my eyes. “Good morning to you, too.” I said and bit into a piece of toast. She sat back down on her stool and smiled widely. My mom was a skinny, dimwitted woman with greasy blue-black hair, dark brown eyes and a freckled face. She wore a rose colored tank top and a cardigan. I could tell something was wrong.
“I have some good news,” She said. “David and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn’t want to upset you or anything.” She took a gulp of coffee and sighed heavily.
“I–” She started, but promptly stopped herself. “I’m pregnant.” I stared at the piece of toast, thinking about how I wanted that toast to be me. I wanted to crinkle and turn into crumbs. I got up from the coffee table and walked across the kitchen and passed David, who came from outside.
“F*** you.” I told them both, the words came out like bullets. I had no control of it. I grabbed my backpack and slammed the door behind me. Great, just freaking great! He got my mom pregnant and some girl back home also. I wonder if he had more baby mama’s all over the world. The air was hot as I walked across the lawn and down the sidewalk. I wanted to absorb through the puddles of rain and into the clouds. I didn’t want to exist. Not at all in this cracked up to be world. I would rather die and go to hell…

I CHEATED ON HER FOR THE PAST YEAR WITH AN OLD GIRLFRIEND OF MINES. SHE CAME INTO A RESTAURANT AND I WAS AT THE BAR WITH MY GIRLFRIEND. SHE SLAPPED ME IN MY FACE AND SNATCHED MY GIRLFRIEND OUT OF THE CHAIR AND KICKED HER A$$ IN THE RESTAURANT. SHE WAS WITH HER BEST FRIEND TOO. WHEN I CAME HOME THAT NIGHT, ALL OF MY CLOTHES WERE BLEACHED AND CUT TO SHREDS, EVERYTHING DOWN TO THE SOCKS I HAD. I HAVE NO CLOTHES NOW. THE NEXT DAY WHEN I WOKE UP, MY MERCEDES WAS GONE. I CALLED HER AND ASKED HER WHERE MY CAR WAS AND SHE SAID SHE SOLD IT FOR 00! I JUST PAID THE CAR OFF AND NOW ITS GONE! SHE SOLD IT WAY UNDER WHAT ITS WORTH. THEN WHEN I CAME HOME YESTERDAY, EVERYTHING WAS COMPLETELY GONE, NO FURNITURE,KIDS,DOGS, EVERYTHING, GONE! SHE EVEN HAD THE UTILITIES SHUT OFF.I DON’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS AND NOW SHE WON’T TALK TO ME. SHE WON’T ANSWER HER PHONE AND NONE OF HER FAMILY CLAIMS TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS. SHE SAID SHE HATES ME AND DOES NOT WISH TO SEE ME ANYMORE. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO…OR WHAT SHE WILL DO NEXT. I’M HOPING I DON’T HAVE TO PAY ALIMONY. I NEED HELP AND ADVICE. I SERIOUSLY SCREWED UP AND DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO…
I FORGOT TO ADD THAT SHE MAXED OUT ALL MY CARDS, EVEN OVER THE LIMIT.
THE CAR WAS IN HER NAME.SHE FINANCED IT FOR ME FIVE YEARS AGO AND I PAID THE NOTE ON IT.

So my ex and decided to divorce about a year ago. During the marriage i made sure to save money for "our" future and stick to a budget, i mean i could have been one of those wifes that didnt care and just spent every single penny and even put us in debt, but im not that type of person. So before we divorced we paid off my car, only about 00 left on it, then put 00 down on a new car for him so it was even. then we pretty much split the rest of the money in the savings evenly.

in a few short months after we divorced he had already spent all of the money he got (around 00) and now has debt. It bothers me that i spent all those years saving and he just goes out and spends it all on nights out partying and drinking and new clothes and tattoos and a new speaker system for his car. i now feel like i should have been a bit*h and tried to take it all especially since now he probably makes more than twice what i do.

should this bother me??? would it bother you???

also, when i moved out he found out he was getting stationed in Italy, so he rented the house out to someone he worked with. Since we knew the person who would be living in the house we agreed to leave the large furniture in the house for him to use temporarily since the ex could not take it to italy and it would not fit in my new much smaller apartment, and that i would get the furniture from the house when i decided to move back to Texas.
a month or so later the ex called and said they guy living in the house would like to buy the furniture from us rather than trying to find new, i decided that would be ok. well it has now been MONTHS and have not heard anything else, like did the guy living there give my ex money??? or did he change his mind and dosnt want to buy it??? and now i am wondering and a bit pissy because of some pictures i saw on facebook.
Apparently the guy that lives in the house had a party at the house. outside. and he took the nice dining room table, chairs and nice leather bar stools OUTSIDE! the table was being used as a beer pong table! these things were not cheap and now im pissed because if he has not paid for them he needs to be more respectful of other peoples things…. and if he has paid for them my ex has not given me money for them….

how would you feel about this?? what would you say to the ex???
ok.. i know his finances are not my problem.. i know i cant change most of it, that was not my question really.

i was MAINLY asking if these things would bother you, even in the slightest??? knowing that you worked and saved for years and then he just blows it all, i guess it dosnt matter married still or divorced, would that bother you??

“I don’t want to live with you,” Jane screamed at her husband, Morgan, the veins at her neck popping out. “I hate you Morgan.”

Morgan swatted the phone book at the wall and kicked the stool at his side. “I hate you more Jane. I was forced to marry you. I never loved you.”

“Fine,” Jane said, walking from behind the table. “Leave me, let me marry him, let me choose for myself for one time in my life.”

“I never stopped you from doing anything. You always treated me like a puppet at your hands and I remained silent.” Morgan dashed to the bathroom and after washing his face; he went into his room and took off his clothes.

“You can’t leave.” His wife said, tearing the shirt off Morgan’s hand and throwing it at the chair. “Be a man for one time in your life, face me.”

“What do you want me to do?” Morgan yelled, “I just don’t want to be with you,”

Jane raised her palm and was about to slap Morgan, but Morgan grasped her from the wrist and threw her hand away.

As he was about to open his mouth, the phone at the drawer beside his bed rang with moonlight sonata tone.

Morgan replied with a much lower, serious voice. “Hello.”

Jane watched him as the speaker on the other handle spoke. Morgan’s eyes widened slowly and all of a sudden, he said, “When that happened? I’m coming.”

After placing the handle back, he collapsed at his bed and rested his head against his hands. “Mom is dying,” he said to the ground, “A car crashed her.”

Jane spoke no word on their way to Morgan’s mother. She sat at the back seat, gazing through the half-drawn window at the world outside. She remembered her dead mother who committed suicide after her father’s death.

It was three years ago. She was sitting beside her mother at the balcony, drinking at a mug of American coffee and reading Stephen King’s new book “the stand.” Her mother got to her feet with a dejected look all over her face. “Life is so sad,” she said as she gazed at the world in front of her. “Your father was a good man, he didn’t deserve to die.”

“I know that Mom, but we must forget.” Jane spoke, careless to move her eyes from the pages. “Just relax and everything will be fine.”

All of a sudden, she heard a loud scream that diminished slowly downwards.
Jane got to her feet and peered at the body of her mother, resting in the middle of the street, with an ever-increasing patch of blood around her.

Back at the car, Morgan parked in front of his mother’s house and Jane walked out, wiping a tear with her knuckle.

Inside, they found Morgan’s mother reclining in her bed with the quilt wrapped all over her body. Her eyes were swollen with remains of make up under her eyes. Her right arm was raised on a rope that hung from the ceiling.

She tilted her eyes the moment she saw her son with his wife at the door of her room. “Thank you for coming.” She said her voice airy and weak.” Sit down.”

Erda, the servant walked into the room with two chairs in her hand. After thanking her, Morgan and Edna sat beside each other at the side of the bed, smiling at Morgan’s mother.

“Please bring some tea for them, Edna.” Morgan’s mother said, “I know I really annoyed you today but, sorry.”

Edna smiled, wearing her white skirt over which a red apron hung. “Glad to serve you Mrs. Wilkinson” and she headed to the kitchen.

“What happened mother?” Morgan said, arching forward in his chair and pressing his mother’s stuffy hand. “Edna called me and I headed directly to you.”

“Your eyes are teary Jane,” Mrs. Wilkinson said, “Have you been fighting again?”

“Forget about it mother,” Morgan said hastily trying to drive the conversation away from his troubles with Jane.

“I’m dying Morgan,” she said, with crystal eyes. “I want to feel that I left my son in a safe place in life.”

Morgan dropped his head to the wooden ground and eyed Jane who sat expressionless beside him. “What do you think? Is everything all right?”

“We had a fight.” Jane said, “He refuses to buy me a new car.”

Mrs. Wilkinson laughed uneasily, but, shortly, she started coughing. Morgan arched lower in his chair, forcing some water down his mother’s pale lips. “ don’t talk.”

“I have to say something my boy,” she said, holding her son’s hand and patting it gently. “If you were really a child, a true child, instead of worrying about what you can’t do, you would contemplate Creation in silence. And you would become used to looking calmly at the world, nature, history and the sky.
"If you really were a child, at this moment you would be singing Hallelujah for the things before you. Then – free from tensions, fears and useless questions – you would use this time to wait with curiosity and patience for the things in which you invested so much love to bear fruit

a problem came with peoples health ,concerning the chairs were people sat was showing signs of fecal mater stains from poor wiping in the bath room and sweating on the same seats and body hair loss was spotted and the people started to were clothes to have something between them and the chairs.and it shows this is a problem every were there is nude people.bars ,beaches,to.
we ask young ladys at the time of there menastating to cover there bottoms please.

My sister is a year and a half older than me, but acts 10 years younger. She is the mother of two children, recently separated from her husband of 8 years (he left her because of the way that she is). She is messy (never sweeps/mops, furniture is covered in food and stains, clothes all over the house. she always has at least 4 animals in her house and it reeks like litter, the animals also continuously have fleas and matting in their fur…it looks like an episode of Hoarders). She sits around all day and watches tv or sits at the computer. Only calls our mother or myself when she wants something (ie to watch the kids while she goes out to a bar or she needs money "for bills" aka booze/smokes) or to whine and complain about even the smallest issues. I try to listen, give her advice (especially when it comes to money management) however, if she doesnt like to hear it she will hang up. Recently, I have become engaged and am expecting my first child. She doesnt call with Big Sister advice or to see how i’m doing…instead, its more drama about her ex or her kids, etc. I’m fine without her advice as i have great support from friends and other family, but its very stressful when all i want is for her to be happy and not so….jealous. She exhibits all the signs of ADHD but thinks that nothing is wrong with her. Is there anything that I can do to get her to see that she needs help to be truly happy? Getting her to see a therapist is out of the question….Should I cut ties with her even if it means she won’t let me see my niece and nephew again? Please help.

Have you got any examples of what to wear if needed to dress in rustic 1970′s clothes? any help will be good!
thankyou!
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When you teenager 18-19 or young adult living at home decides to move out, what are you allowing them to take?

Like I plan on moving out as soon as my cars fixed and I have a job to support myself comfortably. I expect to be able to take my bed, any furniture in my room, my tv all my clothes, the desk in my room. The extra kitchen table/chairs and the spare couch in the basement.

Would that be too unreasonable?
What are you going to let your kids take when they move out?
Or
What did you let your teens/young adults take when they moved out?

You see, I need answers to my questions about this. I live in an ugly and slightly cluttered old house. We moved out of our apartment to live here, and since my Dad died and since his family is dead (well, mostly,) we kind of had to take it.You see, our downstairs is mostly renovated but upstairs is a mess. Full of unopened fire places that we can’t afford to put up, to an ugly linoleum kitchen with flickering lights. Our furniture is ugly, and my room is about the size of an elevator. I can’t wait until I turn 18, and I feel like it is unfair. All our neighbors think we’re bad people since our yard is the *nicest* on the block while their houses/yards are so clean. It’s not a fire hazard or anything, but it’s so ugly and tacky. My Mom can’t really part with clothes and furniture. My friends don’t live in MANSIONS but they have nice, clean and big houses. My house is averaged sized, but I don’t know what to do. Hopefully I’ll win the beauty pageant I entered, and go to Nationals and win the car, then sell it so I can fix up my house. I am thankful, but I am feeling somewhat depressed. Now my questions are.
1.) What should I do?
2.) How should I approach my Mom about this?
3.) Should I clean on my own?
4.) Do you ever feel ashamed of your house?

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.
I meant isn’t the *nicest* on the block sorry people!!!!

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.
Oh and sorry if the question is too long.

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.

We have had our "Cockalier" puppy since March she is 9 months old and she chews on everything. I have tried taking the "bad" item out of her mouth swatting her on the nose with a firm "NO" and then giving her one of her chew toys. That doesn’t work and I don’t believe that beating her will do any good. I don’t want to keep her crated all day so I gate her in our kitchen which is rather large while I am at work. To avoid the mess her chewing makes I took all of the furniture out of the kitchen and she started chewing on the cabinets. She has several different kinds of chew toys because I thought it would help. I have tried putting products that taste bad on hard surfaces but the real problem is when she takes clothing out of laundry baskets and chews them up I can’t put those products on fabric that I intend to wear. I am really at a loss of what to do with her. I cant let her into the rest of the house unsupervised for even a minute because I am worried she will continue to ruin more clothes, blankets, rugs, etc. I don’t want to get rid of her because her chewing is the only problem we have with her and she is good tempered with children and I have on on the way.

I ONLY WANT ANSWERS FROM PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT AND HAVE SOME KIND OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS SITUATION

Hi. I live in an apartment. On thursday they found that my neighbor that lived opposite of me died. We had beenn smelling wierd smell four days before they found him. As the days passed the smell got worse. we couldnt figure it out. to me smelled like toilets or something. Well it turns out he died in sleep and was there for about a week before people found him. CSI came and cleaned up. burned his bed and carpet with chemcals. and left his window open to air out. His stuff is still in there. WEll i picked up and left with my kids and husband because we got creeped out an the smell got so much worse. I am now leaving that apartment. I cannot lie there any more. i cant be there knowing that smell came here.

my question is when the body is decaying and the smell came in our apartment could there be airborne diseases that i should be concerend about and if they are on all my stuff. second I am throwing away everything. all our clothes our furniture our entire kitchen stuff. Just keeping pictures, home videos and things that were same in closed boxes. Am i overexagerating or am i right to do this. keep in mind the smell is not going away and it was horrendously tramatic. I dont think smell will go away from anything fabric.

Are there any CSI or coroners that can answer this.
thanks

My aunt died a week ago and i found out i was the beneficiary on her checking and savings account. There is about ,000 dollars in the savings account. Her debts come to about 00 and she owed 0.00 in back taxes to the state. She really didn’t have possessions worth anything, just furniture, clothes and kitchen items. My questions are.. Do i have to wait to take out the money until her debts are paid or can i take it out when i get a death certificate? Do i even have to pay her debts? I live in California
Also there is no will because this is all she had and there is no executor .

i want to write a book in the 1800s but i don’t really know their life style and how they talk so i was hoping someone could refer me to a good website or else tell me about it themselves.
How they dressed(name of clothes), their furniture, what their kitchen was like, boats, and their language/slang

thanks in advance

My parents are coming to visit next weekend, They forgot to make hotel reservations and said today that they want to just stay with me instead of paying a lot for a hotel short-notice.

I live in a studio apartment: one room for kitchen, sofa, bed, and everything else. The sofa folds out into a small bed, which is where I would sleep while they’re in my bed. When my boyfriend stays over, we are very tight already – and that’s just ONE extra person, not two, plus all their luggage, etc. On top of this, my dad has mobility problems, so the tight spaces between my furniture will be like an obstacle course for him.

When my boyfriend is here, we sleep in my bed and don’t unfold the sofa so there is more floor space. I also don’t mind changing my clothes in front of him or showering with the door open – but I wouldn’t do this with my parents in my tiny apartment.

Not to mention the fact that I live alone for a REASON: I need my personal time and space. I am worried about not getting a break from other people all over me and in my stuff.

Please advise me about how to deal with this situation. Do I have any other options here? How can I not go crazy with no personal space? Any little tricks about having houseguests in such a TINY apartment?