My love

Janu

08 Nov, 2011 05:34 AM

Sorry if this is too long. I came from quite a rich family. But as they say money does not buy happiness. I knew very little happiness since I was young. My family had several people working under us both in my house as well as in our workplace. My mother was a very wonderful person but very weak. She did not dare do anything against my father. My father had open affairs with other women; even bringing them home in front of mother. But my mother does not say anything. She was dying inside but she laughed outside for me. Everyone knew what happens in our house but no one questions my father. Eric was the son of one of the employees. I knew him since I was 5 and he was 7. Eric's father worked around the house and Eric was around a lot. There were not a... [Read More]

Tags: Lost, Life, Family
Votes: 22
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Forbidden Love G&A

Broken_Hearted

07 Nov, 2011 10:37 PM

My story is a one-sided love. It was my senior year, I was content. I awaited for the joy that was coming, excited to end high school. However, what I didn't know my Bio class will be where I'll find my first love. One may say it seems flimsy but the first time I saw my teacher, my heart fluttered. He shook hands with all his students and the moment he took my hands and gazed into my eyes, I knew my heart wasn't mine anymore. Since then on I made it my goal to be the perfect student. It was hard because unlike usual I had to work harder, for he wasn't an easy teacher. Each time he would mention his wife, it broke my heart and I envied her. Despite, the glow he got by talking about his baby girls (daughters) made me happy. I was glad for... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved, Memories, Student, Teacher
Votes: 3
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First Love

David

04 Nov, 2011 06:31 AM

Before sharing this story with all readers, I want to assure everyone that every detail in this story is 100% real and factual, hence while it may not be as tragic or coincidental as other stories, it reflects the pain and suffering love brings to us on an every day basis in real life. And, lastly, THANK YOU so much for reading this. PART 1: How we met I made it through elementary school, high-school, and half of college without having met someone I would consider the ONE, my soul mate, or anything else along those lines. Don't get me wrong, I've had crushes every now and then, some of which even ended up becoming really serious and deep, but nothing could compare to the day I met her. It was a late summer night, me and my best friend were waiting at the bus stop in downtown (on a... [Read More]

Tags: Broken, Unloved, Hurt, Pain, Heartbroken
Votes: 12
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Oh, why, baby, why?

Cuevas, Cesar

30 Oct, 2011 01:27 PM

As the decades pass, I still recall the wonderful memories I shared with my wife. As a matter of fact, I still smell her scent and feel her sense of life in this very room where we shared our love. And yes, dammit, I still call her my wife. I loved her as much as one being can love another! I'm sixty-nine years old; she died when I was thirty-four. As it stands, I still remember the painful night my lover left me. . . It was a night filled with peculiarities; my sister gave birth prematurely, my car- which had never failed me- wasn't igniting, and on top of this, my wife was nagging me. "Honey," she said, "go see your sister. You're family. You have to go." I didn't want to because it was a 4-hour drive, and my car wasn't even starting! "Look," I said, "the car... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Cheat, Love, Age
Votes: 16
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Embaressment

Gloria Venus

29 Oct, 2011 10:19 AM

I was 13 when I went out with Lawrence. I broke up with my boyfriend because I chose to be with Lawrence. We were in the same hostel and we even took tuition together. He was a month younger than me but I didn't care. I was madly in love with him. When he kissed me, it felt like heaven. I would do anything to please him. I just want him to be happy. He invited me to a concert one night but i couldn't go because I was sick. I knew he was mad but he didn't show his feelings. That night, my friend was there at the concert. She told me the next day that Lawrence was flirting around with another girl and that he was really drunk. I just sad that it maybe because he was too drunk. But later that day, he told me that he... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved, Breakup, Trust
Votes: 3
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How Could You??

i love you

26 Oct, 2011 05:40 AM

This is the saddest story make sure that you read all of it and have a box of hankies handy. This in relation to getting a "No Kill" animal shelter in Knoxville. Pass this on to any pet lover that you know. "How Could You?" by An Animal Lover When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and... [Read More]

Tags: Animal, Pet, Unloved, Dog, Memories
Votes: 55
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Am I enough?

Bella

25 Oct, 2011 08:51 PM

The story starts years ago, I was almost 3, my little sister Chloe Sophia was just born. My father has and still does drugs. Every drug imaginable. My father brought my mother into drugs and luckily she stopped. My father could never hold down a job and claimed things that were untrue, bu my mother thought she loved him so went along with it. He'd leave for weeks, even months at a time. He'd cheat on my mother, lie, and leave. She gained weight. She was 360 by the time i was born...she was a very beautiful woman. (SHE STILL IS!) She tried to fill the hole. When me and my sister were born she only wanted the best for us. I have always been my dads favorite. He hated Chloe, she was the cutest thing ever. I loved her like she was my little girl. I remember the divorce... [Read More]

Tags: Family, Seperation, Father, Mother, Apart
Votes: 8
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Don't know the reason why we broke Up

Vaio Iraq

25 Oct, 2011 01:52 AM

I'm a Muslim lady and 32 years old. I will not talk about the traditions that we have as Muslim and as Iraqi cause this is love. Love is a unique language everywhere. It is the same feeling, same pain. No real love without pain... Here how my story begins: In 2005 there was an exhibition in General Park for companies all over the country. I was there as an observer and welcomed guests. There were too crowds and hardly could find a place to sit and have rest. We were 4 ladies standing near to a company space in the exhibition. There were two guys standing in the company space and offered us to sit and have rest. We entered the space and thanked guys. We talked and one of the guys who were so cute and has fetching eyes observing me secretly and I was aware but tried... [Read More]

Tags: Breakup, Unloved, Muslim
Votes: 3
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I just never thought...

Akee

24 Oct, 2011 09:00 PM

Today is October 25, 2011. 55 days ago, I said "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." to this guy whom I loved so much with all my heart. Well, I had my heart broken with other guys before I met him, but when I fell for him, I was not afraid to take a chance again and faithfully hold on to the idea that everything will be alright. He somehow made my days so much brighter and for a month, everything went smoothly. Communication was there. Although we're not able to see each other everyday, we still send text messages to each other or sometimes talk to each other over the phone. And when we get the chance to see each other, every moment was the best. Full of sweetness and happiness and all that loving stuff. I loved him so dearly, and I can feel he does too. In short,... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Breakup, Hurt, Broken, Heart, Brokenhearted, Lonely, Grief, Relationship, Unloved
Votes: 29
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Love? Or just Gratitude?

D.K.M.D

23 Oct, 2011 03:06 AM

Hello, my name's D. Koleen M. Dado, and I am going to go through a painful memory which I forced to stay hidden, admist all the other unwanted reveries. It all started with a dog. Ironic isn't it? Everything starts with little things.... A kiss. A hug. A handshake. A smile. As my brother,my mother and I had gone jogging in a park near our house when suddenly my mom cried out ''Look ! Isn't that Shaun's dog?'' At the mention of my crush's(he was my neighbor) name, my head snapped up. Indeed it was, the dog that is. So, my mom found a string and hooked it around the dog's leash. We walked it around for awhile and decided to go back. On our way, I spotted his car and we caught their attention. They were extremely grateful and my mom was chatting up with his mom. And there... [Read More]

Tags: Crush, Neighbour, Facebook, Girlfriend, Unloved
Votes: 3
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