Hey, am starting to think about my next book and wondered if any of you would like to share some interesting, exciting or abusive experiences you have had. You can email me directly through the Hubpages thingie, or post it on here. It was a hubber who shared their experiences which inspired me to write my last book. The story was too great not to be written. I wondered if there were other people like that hiding in the woodwork, who for one reason or other aren't keen to write their story themselves. While all kinds of interesting stories are okay, ones with an abusive slant would be even better!
A Czech guy, half gipsy, half czech.. german and african roots... very specific mixture, which makes me look as an indian...I am about to sell my life storry and it is going to be pretty expensive one... It took me so far twenty nine years of living it. A can assure you, that this might be the best investition of your life. In my life, htere was everything... only a little sample... Violations... drugs... social perception... loads of experiences with all social levels of community... big pilgrimmage... even the life love there is... olso some realy rare spiritual experiences most people pray for all their lifs and never recieve... so fat the only missing part is happy end... if there will be any... i do not care, if you wont cheap stories sent by email to you, but maybye you know someone who might be interrested...
My motto is the Truth is above all...
Good luck anyway... Victor
my mother died when i was 11
my father was abusive
i abused meth
Bojangles, that sounds terrible. You want to share more details?
I went to see a counselor once and told her my stories, she started crying and I wound up consoling her. Strange thing is I didn't think I had it any worse than anybody else.
That is horrible! A friend of mine's mother's husband was murdered in 1977 in Washington D.C. early in the afternoon when he was in his jewelry store and that murder is still unsolved. Your story is sad to I am sincerely sorry for asking.
Sorry for that, dear... You know... since my ex- brother and nowadays the onla member of family i could have- killed my mother by treating her in a wway you can not immagine... I feel happier for her... She suffers no longer, and even if I am still cruising europee, because the homeless life is easier when you move, I feel much closer to her, than till she was alive and three thousands kilometres away from me... Few ears in past...
Good luck to You in life... You know well, how cruel and senseless we can be...
One last talk, I have had with my mother, was about guilt. We were watching a motion picture Sring summer Autumn Winter and again Spring - corean movie... There is a young buddhist monk, who falls in love and later kills for it... After years he comes back to his master and he gives him love even if he knows about what he has done. He gives him the choise to become good again... My mother did not agree... She saidm, that the bad people should be punished even more... I told her, tat understanding and love may hel the, to get rid of the evil mask...
Goodness for all of us... MAy You childern will never have terrors in their lifes...
Sorry I'm going off topic a bit...
But I'm seeing a Dr. right now because of some personal issues. I'll spare the details
However, this Dr. has pancreatic cancer. Big bad capital C. He still works but he's just started chemo.
The point is, I relate to what you said Tex. I can't lay it on him. As bad as my problem is, I feel like I'm being selfish for complaining to a guy who is terminally ill. I think I should find a new Dr. because of this, then I feel guilty for bailing out on the poor guy.
Yeah, sometimes when you have it bad you don't know any better and think it's normal.
My future is dead,
But still living,
hoping working on net should improve something & that also only till I have an adsense account.
Not much friends due to some mental imbalance but all help me in my work without any question from me or any request.
Some still believe that I have ability to do some big but I know I have nothing for good future except the courage of living.
My life is Itself a magic/interesting story for me,
I have the full power to how to live, no one force me even my parents don't put a stop mark on my works.
The interested part is that My teacher's, My friends & other known people are confused with me & I use this confusion to enjoy their activities standing before me.
I will tell you the whole story if I will meet you in real ever.
A book could be written about my story, just not sure I'm ready to share all the details of life. Sounds like the Texan may be a candidate for you.
It's amazing how many people have had interesting experiences in their lives. Thanks to those who've contacted me. It's when you ask for people's stories like this, that you have to ask the question, "What exactly is a normal life?"
I have a yellowed manuscript of a love story in my own handwriting. But I'd rather keep it that way. I guess I'm not endowed with your talent as writer-publisher. The man in my love book, was my husband. Unfortunately he is now dead.
I have always been told that I should write a book about my life story.However, I have always balked a doing this because I could not bring myself to do it.
So many things have happened in my life from sexual abuse,to just about everything else.
I was nine years old when I was playing with my friend Michelle, my next door neighbour. Her brother David was looking after us because her Mum and Dad had gone out. However, after a little while David went out with his friends telling us he wouldn't be long and to just keep playing and we would be fine till he got back.
We had been on our own for about an hour, when there was a knock on the door, and we did not want to answer because we both had been told by our parents not to answer the door to strangers. However, when the caller told Michelle it was her Uncle Petrie, she felt safe and let him in. She told me who he was and he was very nice and said he had some lollies for her, but there was enough for me to. I loved lollies so I greedily took some as well. He said he was feeling hot, and he took his shirt off. He then said to both of us, we must be hot why don't we take ours of as well. Michelle was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, but I had a little sundress on that my mother had made. What happened next was to be the something so horrible and bad that it caused me unspeakable grief and pain later in my life.
Uncle Petrie asked if we would like to play a game and we would get a prize for playing this game. He said to Michelle that he needed some things, like a cushion, a ball and some other things and sent her off to find them. She had not been gone long, when he said to me that we could play another game while she was away.
I asked him what sort of game, he said it was a special game and I had to keep it a secret. He said I had to promise to keep it a secret or something bad would happen to me. I would get more lollies, I got so excited because I loved lollies and I said would keep the secret. He asked me what I would like more than anything, I told him I would love a bride doll, I had wanted one of those since my best friend cathy had got hers, and I told him that is what I wanted.
Please let me know if you want the rest of my story as it is quite involved and long and as I said earlier was the start of a lot of problems in my life. BB
Beautybabe, could you please email me the rest of your story?
"Normal" people are either liars or lead exceptionally boring lives. Good luck with the new project!
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