At the moment I believe that we are friends and since we broke up last week we have been contact at least once every 2 days never more that 1 day of not some contact. I want to give him space but at the moment he will text me about something random like, did u move that CD in my room. I still feel like hes keeping a hold which makes it hard for me to let go if hes not all gone. If you get what I mean. I know we need space away from each other. But I don’t want him to walk away knowing that I am willing to try these things and discuss the relationship.

I have made a DVD of me talking so he can see me talking to him when he wants to and knowing that he dosnt have to answer straight away. I have not given this to him yet, because of the whole giving him space thing. At the moment im just wondering whats on his mind so I can know where I stand. But understand the need for space. Im just the kind of guy who needs things done straight away and he’s the kind that needs to think about things for a bit. He’s had a tough time with breakups and so is a bit more reserved and less emotional where as I will ball my eyes out and tell him everything im feeling, but usually in a letter.

I hope you respond. I really need help. I don’t know what to do and dont want it to go to late in case he slips through my fingers and I loose him for good.

Let me know if u want more information.
Cheers

I feel your pain, but I think it’s best for both of you to stop relating to each other as the lovers you once were. In fact, from my personal experience, it’s best you don’t see him at all, at least for awhile. This is the only way you can have some objectivity in seeing where you "went wrong" (not that we’re looking for blame here), if you’re still seeing each other once every 2 days, then it will be hard to move on from here on out.

You might think that this is so painful a suggestion, and you might even think me cruel for suggesting it. But I’ve been through this, and one thing I’ve learned is that no matter what happens in life, we have to be happy and content with just being by and for ourselves, period. Our happiness need not depend on someone giving us the permission to feel it, we need to say to ourselves "I deserve to be loved for who I am, and I will be happy with who I am no matter what happens".

It may hurt, in the short term. But personal growth will not be possible with so much emotional baggage weighing you down. think of this opportunity to start afresh. If you view it this way, it can be an exhilirating, exciting time for you. Above all, I wish you happiness whatever you decide to do, and the courage to live life on your own terms.

Cheers to you. You deserve love and happiness.

What do you think of it?

Walking up the steps of the building which I was forced to go to every Sunday, I wondered if I really belonged. Some people don’t go to church, but believe in God and some people go to church every Sunday but don’t believe in God. I was one of the few in the gray area; the unknown. Since I was just a child, my mom had told me stories from the Bible. My father had always prayed with me before I went to bed. I’d never questioned it. I’d never had the need to until now.
Every Sunday I found myself shaking hands with neighbors and family friends, going through the motions of “Hello, how are you?” and “I’m fine, thank you,” and saying amen as people spoke, and singing lyrics to songs that had no relevance to my life. I was confused. Wasn’t religion based upon the solid core foundation of belief? Wasn’t I supposed to have faith in my religion? Or was it just something that I dealt with every Sunday, just to blow off the six other days of the week?
Taylor greeted me with a smile, as he always did, “Annalisa,” he said in a tone much too proper for casual conversation. I preferred to be called Anna, but despite the dozens upon dozens of times I’d tried to tell him that, he still called me Annalisa.
“Hello Taylor,” I replied with a smile that I struggled to show. I wasn’t in the right mood to go to church. I doubted myself every second that I stayed. I was quite sure that I didn’t believe anything about my religion, except for the fact that God did exist. I believed that. It was just everything else that had me thinking twice. It was all of those little details in the fine print that made it a struggle.
He looked down awkwardly, like he didn’t want to look straight at me. He’d had a crush on me since grade school. His mother and mine talked about it all the time, but he would never come forward and tell me that he liked me. Even now that we were 17-years-old, seniors in high school, the lanky boy was still too bashful. Taylor was cute, but much too tall and skinny. He stumbled upon his own feet as we began walking down the hall.
“Annalisa,” he began in a curious tone.
I nodded and he continued, “Do you ever feel like you don’t belong here?”
Was he reading my mind now? Maybe he’d been hearing all of the awful things I’d said about his mother in the past too. Not likely, but possible…I gawked at him, dumbfounded, “Sometimes,” was my shaky reply.
Taylor pursed his lips, “My mother and I had a long discussion last night…more like a fight…about my religious beliefs.” Not even the bravest of soldiers would dare treading that water. Talking to Mrs. Garretson about religion was always a tough talk to have. Unless, that is, you believed exactly as she did.
We both stopped walking and looked at each other.
He continued speaking after a long pause, “I finally confessed to her that I don’t believe what she’s always taught me.”
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. It wasn’t a humorous laugh, but a laugh of shock. Why would anyone, especially Taylor, who had to endure living under the same roof as his mother, tell her that? If even a stranger tried to say that they didn’t believe the Catholic way to Taylor’s mother, she would have a fit.
I shook my head, “And how did that go over?”
“I wasn’t surprised at her reaction, but I knew I had to do it.”
“Why is that exactly?”
He put his hand on my stomach. I looked down at the small bump that would, in less than half a year, be a living and breathing infant. A tear rolled down my cheek. I’d thought of the last three and a half months. Every night since the night that I was raped; I had begged and pleaded with God. If only he could take the child away from me, get rid of it. I knew how terrible it sounded to want an innocent baby to die, but it wasn’t about the baby. Just the thought of that monster’s child growing inside of me made me cringe.
I put my hand on his, “It’s inevitable. Maybe it’s God’s will for this baby to be born.”
“No!” I’d never seen Taylor get angry in all the time I’d known him. Even when we were children, I’d never seen him throw a fit or yell or scream. Why did he care so much about my problems? Why was he so passionate about this that he was getting so emotional?
Taylor took my hand and led me down the hall and out the door, “It’s not God’s will for you to have this baby. Don’t try to find a way to give this dark situation a bright side, because there isn’t one.”
Tears were streaming down my face, but I tried not to make a sound. I was flashing back to those memories of what had happened just a little over three months ago. I thought of how helpless I was and how unwilling he was to quit. I could still feel his eyes burning through me like fire. I was just an innocent 16-year-old girl being taken advantage of by a man much bigger than me. I tried to fight my way from his grip, but he was twice my size
He won the battle before it had even begun.
In my head, I pictured him behind bars, but the fantasy was cut short. I realized he would only be locked up for eight years. That’s all he’d been sentenced to. I let myself slide against the brick wall until I was on the ground, sitting with my hands covering my face. I could just imagine what a wreck I looked like.
Taylor put his hands on mine, taking them off my face, “Annalisa,” he said sweetly, “you don’t have to fight this alone.”
I shook my head, still crying.
“We can go through this together.” The word we had never sounded quite as sweet as it did just then. I looked up, staring into his eyes, wondering what was ahead as I tried to erase the memories of what was behind. I couldn’t help but think that all because of one unfortunate occurrence this was all happening. The girl I’d once been was no longer. The girl I was now had lost her faith.
And I realized for the first time that I didn’t have to live in the past or the future. All I had to do was take the moment, grab it and run with it. And though I was unsure, I decided to do just that.

Oh, wow. Oh, wow, oh, wow, oh wow, oh, wow. I am blown away by your writing. Your writing has this tug to it, the beginning hooked me, and the emotional roller coaster kept me reading until the end. If anybody could capture the uncertainties of life and faith, you are the one. As another Answerer said, please email me when/if you are going to write a book with this writing, so I can be one of the first to buy it. I would give this beautiful and interesting writing a 10/10.

That same Friday while he was "defending" his opponent, McCain launched his most scathing attack ad on Obama to date.

Boost mobile has had and will continue to have forever problems with their texting, and calls dropping.

Page Plus runs on the legendary Verizon network, albeit a prepaid version. Its coverage kills the other two and it is the cheapest plan.
They are going to upgrade the measly 20 megs to 50 megs soon.

They also allow almost any Verizon phone on their network ; EVEN ones Verizon does not.

Their customer service is swamped though because their unlimited plan has been so popular.

Tmobile allows Flexpay Family plan which none of the other prepaids you mentioned has. Their unlimited plans have come down in price though. It is no longer $100 for unlimited. For unlimited monthly flexpay talk alone , it is $49.99. For unlimited everything, it is $80.

If you take the Att plan and add only 100megs, it would be the same price. Tmobile gives you the only unlimited web option in a gsm sim card phone. And their Flexpay coverage is 97% of their full plan coverage.

I would stick with Page Plus for coverage/Verizon network/phones and Tmobile for Family Flexpay plans though the limit w/o credit check on one account is 3 lines. It does have unlimited mobile to mobile, nights and weekends though on the non unlimited plans. And unlimited text if you choose.

The McCain makeover involves a complex task: How to control a politician best known for ask-anything town-hall meetings and long, rambling conversations with reporters on his campaign bus — and, now, on his campaign plane, dubbed the Straight Talk Express

With four months until Election Day, and four months since Sen. McCain secured his party’s nomination, the Arizona senator is relaunching his campaign. Trailing Democrat Barack Obama in the polls and dogged by the dismal approval ratings for the administration of George W. Bush, the campaign rearranged its staff last week. The primary reason: to sharpen its messages.

-WSJ-

Of course he can, anything can happen. The race is still close and no one is invincible. That is why we should all be working hard for Obama.

But he has not been falling in the polls. Look at the numbers and the graph in the link below. The site compiles many polls.

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This 15 minute in two part video summarises the findings of The Water Dialogues – South Africa process, and is based on the synthesis report of the same name. Produced by Liane Greeff with editorial support from Mary Galvin, the Coordinator of The WD-SA.

The Water Dialogues-South Africa (WD-SA) is a national multi-stakeholder dialogue process and research project analysing the role of the public and private sectors in the delivery of universal water and sanitation in the country. See: http://www.waterdialogues.org/south-africa/

The aim was to examine how the choice of water services provider from public to private– affected the delivery of water and sanitation in very different municipal contexts. Were they able to deliver effective, equitable, and sustainable water supply and sanitation, provided affordably to all? These chapters are based on the DVD entitled ‘Enhancing Delivery through Dialogue’ which captured the process, and outcomes of The Water Dialogues South Africa, and visited six of the eight case studies where in-depth research was undertaken.

All music provided by Roy MacGregor. Filming was undertaken by both Roy and Liane, and photographs came from a broad range of sources who are credited at the end of the video.

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Intro:
Girl:Hey, this Mixtape is so awesome, Its really cool.
Like real talk, Im serious…..mix-tape
This Mixtape is so awesome, Its really cool.
Hey, D.K……you got this, you got this

Chorus: Aye Aye…
Aye Im the underdogs hope, (hope)
do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

(Repeat)

Aye Im the underdogs hope, (hope) do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

1st Verse: I gotta mash, and get stunting on that ass
No Im not a landscaper, but Im breaking down grass
Sitting behind dark glass, get the green and spark fast
Watch ya speed and puff pass, but save the (Doobie) if you puff last
had to get up off my ass, getting tired of saving doobies
Its Friday, got no job, but this aint the movies
and I aint no Craig, and aint no Deebo
so where is the remote, cause we aint got Tivo
going crazy like Cee-low, wanna run it like Tebow
recession’s no joke, guess thats whats the weed for
Money I need mo, its funny how things go
Cause I went off to college, to get smarter, but me broke
Nobody but me bro, my girl and my baby
Sit back on the couch, then here comes my baby,
Then I hold my babies, looking at my baby
Thinking to myself, it aint no if, and, or maybes
Why?……cause

Chorus: Im the underdogs hope, (hope)
do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

(Repeat)

Aye Im the underdogs hope, (hope) do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

2nd Verse: Nobody cared when I was crawling, I heard alot of staling
Cant hear them boys now because the money keep calling
I do it for my people, everybody equal
Cris Tucker grinding, this the money talk sequel
Im a straight flame ripper, cold like a shiver, flow like a river
Better know I deliver
Gotta gone and hold my ground, and build a sound foundation
And keep it 100% like the Dalmations
We taking donations, hit me on my domain
Bald headed cause Im stressing, No Rogaine
Roman noodles for my breakfast, No Lomain
My fire flow getting perfected, spit more flame
A no-name, went from being that, to knowing everybody
Tell them other “Underdogs” dont worry about it
Got my cape on, trying to stay fly
They can get they hate on….
Know why?…..yea

Chorus: Cause Im the underdogs hope, (hope)
do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

(Repeat)

Aye Im the underdogs hope, (hope) do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Aye!

(Repeat)

Aye Im the underdogs hope, (hope) do it for the team
I got a poor mans scope, with a rich mans scheme
Naw it aint no joke, just doing my thing
Im trying to live—my—dreams
Real talk Ayeeee!

Duration : 0:3:39

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