It’s tough when you’ve made a fallacious decision. All sorts of terrible; life-changing things happen! Your feelings about life changed. You find it difficult to mend the situation, and or know you can’t adjust it. You beg and plead to redo everything, but that’s life, it happened for a reason.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of cerveja everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he said that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every dia since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one dia she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of given up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I amor him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of cerveja everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he said that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every dia since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one dia she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of given up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I amor him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
Ok, here it is,
One dia I'm at school, just minding my own biz, and talking to my friends. Then one of my ex boyfriends friends comes up. Hes all," Hey, heres a note from Robert." So I read it. It read,
If I could have 3 wishes, it would be to have the girl I amor back who burnd me, and to have enough money to buy her whatever she wants...
Obvisosly, hes talking about me. We dated last year, now... hes still on my shoulders, like an annoying papagaio that won't go away. My friend told him that I wanted to go back out with him... and I don't!
Then...*sighs* then, theres my online boyfriend... hes sweet, charming, and we do things... I've known Robert longer, but my amor for him..(online bf) is so strong... we talked with our voices today and I almost screamed...
But the probolm is, is that I'm tring to break up with Robert, but every time I'm about to say it, he gives me a gift or when I say it, he laughs and thinks I'm joking.. What do I do?!?!
One dia I'm at school, just minding my own biz, and talking to my friends. Then one of my ex boyfriends friends comes up. Hes all," Hey, heres a note from Robert." So I read it. It read,
If I could have 3 wishes, it would be to have the girl I amor back who burnd me, and to have enough money to buy her whatever she wants...
Obvisosly, hes talking about me. We dated last year, now... hes still on my shoulders, like an annoying papagaio that won't go away. My friend told him that I wanted to go back out with him... and I don't!
Then...*sighs* then, theres my online boyfriend... hes sweet, charming, and we do things... I've known Robert longer, but my amor for him..(online bf) is so strong... we talked with our voices today and I almost screamed...
But the probolm is, is that I'm tring to break up with Robert, but every time I'm about to say it, he gives me a gift or when I say it, he laughs and thinks I'm joking.. What do I do?!?!
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