The only lyrics I recall him singing are: All hail Mary, in the cemetery, reading the inscriptions on the tombstones.
And something about something wriggling in her ear.
Here’s the full text according to sportscenter: https://imgur.com/a/9xgKNEz
Interesting to say the least.
Edit: here’s the official report from ESPN for those who thought it was fake: http://www.espn.com/nba/story/_/id/25902808/anthony-davis-sr-want-son-boston-cites-treatment-isaiah-thomas
I am having really strong anxiety every night, and I feel extremely suicidal because I really feel a strong hopelessness. It has always been like this for me, but it's getting worse lately. I am doing a fieldwork projct and I have to meet and talk to a lot of people. I consider this project as one of the most crucial and challenging task that I have ever encountered.
I broke down some months ago, and I had to seek help. I've been doing a lot of SH and when I'm really anxious, I only cope through resisting my food intake. If I don't control what I eat, I will probably not survive this task. It is the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.
I was first diagnosed with social phobia, and they advised me to do CBT. After many meetings with the therapist, she told me that I might be on the spectrum. I am now being assessed and soon finished for the final assessment. I am an adult and I never thought or even considered that I am on the spectrum.
I have now red many literatures about autism. And now I see many patterns that resonates in how I have been all my life. It is refreshing to put a word on it. Since I had been so confused, depressed and anxious all throughout life. It has been a living hell.
I believe that my father is on the spectrum. He has ocd, very particular and he does his routine like clockwork. He is very repetitive and now I see that he stims a lot. We have similar stims. He has a list that he always have for work. And he told me that if he lost it, he will kill himself. He has three mobile phones that he used for specific reasons. He always writes on his list, then he takes a photo of them and leave that at home for safety keeping, in case he lost his physical list. He is not tech savvy at all and he is in his 60's. His house never changes, he only buys things when they are really really unsalvageable.
He wears the same style of clothes everyday. He is adamant that he has to have his smoothie every morning. One day his fridge gave up, he had the refrigerator for more than 20 years! He pays a repair service to fix it when it gets problematic. But the last time his fridge malfunctioned, for the millionth time. It was a meltdown, he tried to call me on the phone, but I texted him that I was busy and that I can call him later. He texted back, basically, it can't wait, call now. He was super anxious about his fridge and was worried that he is not able to make his smoothies anymore, or for some time until he find a new fridge. He believes
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This was originally about starting the process of speaking to my son from my present into his future by starting a blog of letters and pictures to him. I veered pretty far from that original intention. I admit this is mostly for me, but I think including anonymous strangers is a good start in the beginning stages of being open about my life and recent failures. I don’t provide any details of my crime or state, so I understand some may read this as a rant against the “unfairness” experienced by a convicted criminal. That isn’t what this is. Even if it may not be fully apparent in some parts of the body of my post, I do take full responsibility for all the events that led to me losing the rights to my son. Whether they were actions taken or not taken by me or by others, none of them would have taken place had I not committed my crime. I’ve been wanting an outlet to tell my story, even if it’s bits and pieces at a time, in order to in some way unburden myself by taking responsibility for the terrible heartache I’ve caused those I love and the difficulties involved in rebuilding my life. So, I guess I’ll leave this as is for now and address my original thought in a different post some other time. Talking and writing about these things—especially my son—is cathartic and keeps my focus on being the best father I can be from a distance and whenever the time for our reunion comes. If you do read through this and have any questions, please ask...I love talking about him.
I haven’t had custody of my son since he was two and half years old. He was (and still is) my everything, my sonshine, and the light of my life. I wasn’t always kept from him like this; for up until two years after being charged with my misdemeanor my now-ex-wife would—sporadically, but it was better than nothing at all—allow him and I to FaceTime and talk on the phone. Earlier on in the process she even facilitated personal visits when myself or my parents and I made the 9 hour trip for court hearings. That access she provided changed as time dragged on. She understandably became more incensed with how long things were taking to reach a disposition and was evermore frustrated by my unwillingness to do what she wanted me to do (which might have concluded things earlier, but also prolong the length of my sentence). Every inconvenience she faced was to her
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I know middle school turns people into monsters but this is too much. What should I do? Is it time to throw the whole buttface out?
Basically the title. Does anyone have any links to how Bernie is gonna pay for it and stuff? I want to show him that Medicare for All is able to work and how it will better the lives of Americans
EDIT: I sent my dad a lot of the links people have posted, I hope this will shine some light on this whole thing. I’ll post another update after he reads them
I just don’t understand the obsession with church music. Or primary for that matter everybody is trying to force her into primary. She’s stubborn and doesn’t care for primary and they keep trying to drag her in. It bothers me that the bishop can say with a straight face oh it’s just songs she’ll learn to repeat the songs with the other kids. I don’t want her to be like them I want her to know things before she sings them I want her to be free! They really want to indoctrinate them young and it’s sickening!
This past weekend, my father, grandmother and I held an intervention for my mother's gambling addiction.
In a tiny kitchenette, filled with the smoke of at least a hundred Merit Ultra Lights, we spent five hours uncovering a shocking amount of debt my mother had collected in the past few years, ramping up to the most heartbreaking three months of money moving and spending I have ever seen.
We cried until we had no more tears left to cry, then we cried some more. We stared at each other for endless minutes, filled in a way only loss can fill you, trying to piece together a plan to find a way out of a hole with no ladder.
My father is a milkman, and my grandmother works for a retail store at the age of 87. They have never, and will never, be in a position to pay back the amount of money that will be hanging over their heads forever, because of my mother.
We made plans on how to make her better. We gave her resources. We hugged until our arms were sore and our faces were stained with each other’s tears. My father moved all of his accounts so she no longer has access. We knew it would take time. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. I’ve been talking to her every day since. We’ve been asking for honesty without expecting to receive it. I thought she was sincere when she promised me that she was scared, and now that it’s out in the open, it’s over.
I was foolish.
We asked her several times along the way if there was anything else, always finding more secrets as we went along that she forgot to mention, or tried to cover up. I knew there would be more, but I had no idea.
Last night, I tried writing to settle my running brain at 3am. I wrote about my dad, and how incredible he is. I wrote about the shit he’s had to deal with his whole life. I wrote about some of his best stories. I cried. I wondered if he was lying awake like I was.
When my father was younger, his family owned a restaurant, and as the youngest son with no education yet, he became the next in line to run the business, which quickly turned into him being talked into purchasing an off the beaten path restaurant for far more than it would ever be worth so my grandparents could retire. My grandfather is now living comfortably at 94, and I’m thankful for that, but the damage that purchase started with my family has helped in part to create this problem, so many years later.
After 20+ years running the restaurant, my parents had to shut the doors. Ten years later and the property is yet to be used.
He
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My parents got separated in 2013. Long story short, my father did some shitty things and landed himself in jail for a couple nights. While he was in jail, my mother filed for a restraining order which forced my father out of the house. My mother attempted to take ownership of the house but couldn't due to poor credit, so I took over and the house is now mine (mortgage and deed). Between 2013-present, my father was allowed per my parents' separation agreement to come retrieve his things from the house so long as he had a representative with him (either a cop or someone he and my mother agreed upon to watch him and make sure he didn't get out of line). He never came to get his things. Now that I own the house, my father has been leaving threatening voicemails saying he'll take me to court to come get his things because I'm not allowing him to come by to get his stuff. Makes no sense to me because the guy literally had 4 years to do it and never did. Should probably also mention that November of last year (before I owned the home) my father drove to the house in a drunken stupor and attempted to break in. My mother and I filed joint restraining orders against him which just expired earlier this month.
Anyhow, as a homeowner, does my father have any legal standing to demand entrance to my property to retrieve his things? Seeing as he and my mother no longer own the home and I do, does their separation agreement (in terms of him being able to come get his things) still have any validity? I personally would rather never speak to him again, and honestly if he keeps leaving me nasty voice mails I'll be going down to the courts and refiling for a restraining order. He knows I want nothing to do with him. I have no issue gathering his things but he can't put it in writing what he wants. He just wants to be able to come here and rummage through everything, which no way in hell am I allowing.
I’m finally putting myself out there, and feel a bit vulnerable. That being said, if I suck it’d be better to hear it now lol.
TLDR: The mormon church promotes abuse of women and children.
The church is not a safe place for anyone, especially women and children. Stepfather beat my sister and mother and I and spoiled the baby he had with my mother. Not a "good Mormon" either since they lived together before they were married!
I can remember the smell of matches in our home after a fight they had, then his parents came over to calm him down. He had tried to burn the house down with us in it.
He came running into the living room once with blood dripping from his head, he'd been in a car accident with my younger sister in the car (she was 5) yelling how sorry he was and how he'd seen the pearly gates and God and how he couldn't live without her, what about my sister? Where was she? Was she OK? He claimed the accident was caused when a bee flew into the car and he turned to swat it away, but I knew it was b/c he turned to hit my sister in the backseat, that was something he did often.
We had to fast on Fast Sunday. We were 5 and 8. I have food issues to this day partly b/c of that.
My mother eventually left him but still made us girls attend church. The church decided that my mother couldn't handle 3 kids on her own so the bishop stepped in and said I should live with a church family. I lived with 3 different families in the span of a year. Two of them were nice. The father in that 3rd family though.... yes he was nice, very nice. He gave me extra allowance and told me not to tell anyone. He gave me chocolate bars. He gave me tight hugs and pressed his erection against me. He kissed me on the mouth and every time would try harder and harder to put his tongue in my mouth. it was disgusting. My 13th birthday was spent with them. I begged to move back in with my mother, who was neglectful and abusive in other ways, but it was better than that. A few years later I learned this man had abused another young girl who lived with their family.
Anyways at 13 I was finally in a government approved foster care home and my new foster mother asked me if I wanted to continue attending church, if I did she'd drive me every week, if I didn't we'd do something together instead.
Small Context: I am a 20 year old with depression,adhd and aspergers syndrome, he was aware of my mental health issues
The story: I was dating this one guy around june and around the end of october he had gotten me pregnant with twins, he had me do an abortion a few days ago which at first I was fine with until i found out at the abortion appointment i was a carrying twins, he barely bothered to help me pay for the abortion and never even bothered to show up to support me for the procedure. It affected my mental health severely and I didnt know how to tell him how I felt because apparently from his point of view women can't get mental health damage from doing an abortion. So I explained after the procedure that I felt like my mental health was damaged and that its gonna take me time to heal. He decided to tell me that I needed to "better express my emotions instead of saying damaged" so I went off on him and told him how I felt and tried the best I can to make it clear, that after the procedure I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without crying and I had been in intense pain having to go through this alone and him failing to be there for me when I needed him the most. He tells me then that I need professional help and I told him he better not contact me again and threw him out of my life.
So AITA for actually telling him how I felt ?
A mirror.
i attached a short cover of it will rain by bruno mars. i broke my nose as a kid and i haven’t been able to breathe properly since, my voice is quite nasally even just speaking but i was hoping some of you would have some tips! thanks in advance :)
https://clyp.it/ysk05dwn
