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Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
woman tries to trick her husband with a letter to see if he is cheating....
Woman Tries To Trick Her Husband With A Letter To See If He Is Cheating:
Many people feel insecurities in their relationships. One day you might wonder why he is staying late, or if she is really out with her friends. Whether you are suspicious or you are worried, one way to ease this anxiety is to simply talk about it.
While that is the mature and easiest way to figure things out, you can always come up with a more inventive solution. In this fictional story, the wife is worried that her husband might not be as devoted to their relationship as she is, so she decides to give him a test. She gets results, but it definitely wasn't what she expected.
The other day, a girl wanted to know how her hubby would react if she left without telling him where she had gone. So she decided to write him a letter saying she is tired of him and didn't want to live with him anymore. After writing it, she put the letter on the table in the bedroom and hid under the bed.
When her hubby came back home, he saw the letter and read it. Then, he wrote his own message down and began to sing and dance while changing his clothes. He took out his phone, dialed someone, then said: "Hey babe, I'm just changing clothes then I will join you. As for the other fool, it has finally dawned on her that I was fooling around behind her back so she left me. See you soon, honey!" Then her hubby walked out of the room.
In tears, she got up from under the bed and decided to read what her hubby wrote on the letter. When she picked it up and read it, it said: "I could see your feet, you idiot. I am going out to buy bread."
#hahaha what a story....
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
VETERANS DAY: November 11
VETERANS DAY
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| Joseph Ambrose, an 86-year-old World War I veteran, attends the dedication day parade for the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in 1982, holding the flag that covered the casket of his son, who was killed in the Korean War. |
Veterans Day is an official United States holiday that honors people who have served in the U.S. Armed Forces, also known as veterans. It is a federal holiday that is observed on November 11. It coincides with other holidays such as Armistice Day and Remembrance Day, which are celebrated in other parts of the world and also mark the anniversary of the end of World War I (major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, when the Armistice with Germany went into effect). The United States also originally observed Armistice Day; it then evolved into the current Veterans Day holiday in 1954.
Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day; Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans, while Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving.[1]
Most sources spell Veterans as a simple plural without a possessive apostrophe (Veteran's or Veterans').
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Friday, November 7, 2014
This Pregnant Wife Left Her Husband Forever... Sounds Bad But I'm Completely With Her
This Pregnant Wife Left Her Husband Forever... Sounds Bad But I'm Completely With Her
This is powerful. You've probably seen a lot of news recently about domestic abuse. A brave woman who will remain unnamed for her safety recently came out with her story. While every story of abuse is sad, her's really struck me and you'll see why. She writes:
''They say you repeat what you know and that was certainly true for me. I grew up in a violent home and I desperately wanted someone to love me, someone to care about me, someone to protect me. And when I was 19, I thought I met that man.
At first it was like a fairytale - everything was included, even the handsome prince. Lots of girls noticed him, but he was only interested in me. He told me I was beautiful and showered me with attention, but just as fast as it came, suddenly, it all stopped.
I didn't understand what went wrong, but he outlined the problems in our relationship. I was spending too much time working and going to school and not enough time with him, he told me through tears. So I quit college that week. Then I quit my part-time job.
From that point on, it was a matter of what didn't suit him and how I would prove my love. I allowed him to control what I wore, how I would conduct myself and with whom I would associate. Violations would be met swiftly at first with threatened breakups and accusations that I was pushing him into the arms of other women.
The arguments were loud and threatening, but later, when he decided that I had caused him to go too far, he'd hold me in his arms and sob, 'I don't want us to fight, but if you didn't (fill in the blank).' He made it seem like it was my fault. He made it sound like I deserved these consequences.
But at this point, the pain only came with words.
The pushing and shoving began after we married. I would walk around almost as silent as a Trappist Monk so as not to raise his ire, but you could feel the tension in the home begin to rise. He had no problem letting me know how stupid I was or how much prettier some strange woman was than me.
And he wouldn't stop there. He would pick an argument, which eventually led to pushing and shoving or banging me against the wall. He'd then storm out of the house to be with his friends or another woman, leaving me all alone.
When he'd come back, the 'Honeymoon Phase' was in full force. He'd return with flowers, tender words and promises to change. Love is blind and it left me wondering why we had ever fought over such 'petty' things. It was during one of these honeymoon periods I got pregnant with our son.
At first, he was excited about the pregnancy - but in quick order that changed. I came home from work one day to find another woman in my house and the next thing I knew, I was thrown to the floor and kicked over and over. My crime? It was yelling at her.
Afterward, I was hardly able to move and I almost miscarried. He wouldn't take me to the hospital and instead, threw our phone over the balcony. I left a few days later when I felt well enough to get around and headed to my Grandma's house.
He arrived later to let me know he would take my baby from me if I didn't come home. Days later, through tears, he told me he'd kill himself if I didn't come back. He begged for a chance to be the husband and father he knew he could be.
But like everything else, that didn't last long. When I went home, I was not allowed access to the phone yet he would talk to his girlfriend, insulting me while on the phone with her, degrading the woman who carried his child.
If I complained, he'd get in my face and tell me that I was 'crazy,' he'd tell me that there was 'no girlfriend'. He'd say I was 'stupid to think anyone else would want me'. And then reminded me that I was 'lucky' to have him.
My son was born prematurely and had to remain in the hospital following his birth. My ex-husband used this to his advantage: He told me he'd use my son's prematurity to get custody of him in court.
That, coupled with my postpartum blues, a baby that almost died during birth and the verbal abuse I took day in and day out, made me think about killing myself. I felt like a failure.
The night he almost killed me, we were putting our bed frame together. The phone rang and since I'd been allowed phone privileges again, I reached for the phone. It was his girlfriend. I said, 'Please stop calling here,' and I began to cry as I slammed the phone down.
He demanded to know who was on the phone and I snapped, 'Your girlfriend that doesn't exist.' That was it. All bets were off.
He pushed me into the wall and my head bounced back toward him. The fact that my head bounced back angered him, so he pushed me down again.
He stood over me, kicking me, sometimes in the head but more often than not, he connected with my stomach, still tender from the stitches following my C-section.
I tried to crawl away, but he kept kicking and yelling at me. Somehow, I got up and I made a dash for the door. He came after me, aiming a slat from the metal bed frame we were putting together at my head. I tripped - by some miracle - and it missed, connecting instead with the wall just above me.
I still have a photo - years later - of that hole in the wall with my head next to it. I wanted to remember how close I had come.
I screamed, 'Please don't kill me.' I was bruised and bleeding and I prayed that he would just make his last blow - the final blow - quick. Instead, he stepped over me. He walked out screaming at me, 'Why can't you f*cking see what you do to me? Why do you have to push me like you do?'
He took off before the police got there. Back then, cops would not make an arrest unless they saw the abuse happening. The next day, I got a friend to help me grab as much as I could and I took off.
I took photos and filed charges. I thought I would never look back, but it was only a matter of time before he found me.
I had a week of respite before he called, begging me to come back. I refused to speak to him. A week had taught me that I couldn't live like this. I couldn't put a baby through this. And I didn't want to.
So, I got the courage from deep down inside - a new maternal courage, a gift, I assume, from my son - and began taking the baby steps towards my future. I worked two jobs and got an education degree. Every step I took was a step away from him, a step away from what could have been - a step away from what might have been.
I learned that I was stronger than I ever knew, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without my faith, family and friends who stood by me and encouraged me.
I cried as I wrote certain parts of this story, remembering the girl I once was: the girl who held little worth in her abilities. Despite all that happened, I will always believe it was the strength of living through this experience - and being a survivor - that has made me into the strong woman I am today.''
I'm incredibly moved by her words. This is an honest and frank reality which she bravely shared with us. If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse, please do not hesitate to get the help and safety you need. There are many resources online that are available, if you're in the US, this is a good starting point: http://www.thehotline.org/
No one should ever have to put up with domestic abuse. If you've been a victim of abuse, we want you to know you're not alone. There are people who love and support you and please remember that it's not your fault in any way.
We wish this woman all the best and we're thankful she's out of that abusive situation. Share her powerful words with your friends today.
This is powerful. You've probably seen a lot of news recently about domestic abuse. A brave woman who will remain unnamed for her safety recently came out with her story. While every story of abuse is sad, her's really struck me and you'll see why. She writes:
''They say you repeat what you know and that was certainly true for me. I grew up in a violent home and I desperately wanted someone to love me, someone to care about me, someone to protect me. And when I was 19, I thought I met that man.
At first it was like a fairytale - everything was included, even the handsome prince. Lots of girls noticed him, but he was only interested in me. He told me I was beautiful and showered me with attention, but just as fast as it came, suddenly, it all stopped.
I didn't understand what went wrong, but he outlined the problems in our relationship. I was spending too much time working and going to school and not enough time with him, he told me through tears. So I quit college that week. Then I quit my part-time job.
From that point on, it was a matter of what didn't suit him and how I would prove my love. I allowed him to control what I wore, how I would conduct myself and with whom I would associate. Violations would be met swiftly at first with threatened breakups and accusations that I was pushing him into the arms of other women.
The arguments were loud and threatening, but later, when he decided that I had caused him to go too far, he'd hold me in his arms and sob, 'I don't want us to fight, but if you didn't (fill in the blank).' He made it seem like it was my fault. He made it sound like I deserved these consequences.
But at this point, the pain only came with words.
The pushing and shoving began after we married. I would walk around almost as silent as a Trappist Monk so as not to raise his ire, but you could feel the tension in the home begin to rise. He had no problem letting me know how stupid I was or how much prettier some strange woman was than me.
And he wouldn't stop there. He would pick an argument, which eventually led to pushing and shoving or banging me against the wall. He'd then storm out of the house to be with his friends or another woman, leaving me all alone.
When he'd come back, the 'Honeymoon Phase' was in full force. He'd return with flowers, tender words and promises to change. Love is blind and it left me wondering why we had ever fought over such 'petty' things. It was during one of these honeymoon periods I got pregnant with our son.
At first, he was excited about the pregnancy - but in quick order that changed. I came home from work one day to find another woman in my house and the next thing I knew, I was thrown to the floor and kicked over and over. My crime? It was yelling at her.
Afterward, I was hardly able to move and I almost miscarried. He wouldn't take me to the hospital and instead, threw our phone over the balcony. I left a few days later when I felt well enough to get around and headed to my Grandma's house.
He arrived later to let me know he would take my baby from me if I didn't come home. Days later, through tears, he told me he'd kill himself if I didn't come back. He begged for a chance to be the husband and father he knew he could be.
But like everything else, that didn't last long. When I went home, I was not allowed access to the phone yet he would talk to his girlfriend, insulting me while on the phone with her, degrading the woman who carried his child.
If I complained, he'd get in my face and tell me that I was 'crazy,' he'd tell me that there was 'no girlfriend'. He'd say I was 'stupid to think anyone else would want me'. And then reminded me that I was 'lucky' to have him.
My son was born prematurely and had to remain in the hospital following his birth. My ex-husband used this to his advantage: He told me he'd use my son's prematurity to get custody of him in court.
That, coupled with my postpartum blues, a baby that almost died during birth and the verbal abuse I took day in and day out, made me think about killing myself. I felt like a failure.
The night he almost killed me, we were putting our bed frame together. The phone rang and since I'd been allowed phone privileges again, I reached for the phone. It was his girlfriend. I said, 'Please stop calling here,' and I began to cry as I slammed the phone down.
He demanded to know who was on the phone and I snapped, 'Your girlfriend that doesn't exist.' That was it. All bets were off.
He pushed me into the wall and my head bounced back toward him. The fact that my head bounced back angered him, so he pushed me down again.
He stood over me, kicking me, sometimes in the head but more often than not, he connected with my stomach, still tender from the stitches following my C-section.
I tried to crawl away, but he kept kicking and yelling at me. Somehow, I got up and I made a dash for the door. He came after me, aiming a slat from the metal bed frame we were putting together at my head. I tripped - by some miracle - and it missed, connecting instead with the wall just above me.
I still have a photo - years later - of that hole in the wall with my head next to it. I wanted to remember how close I had come.
I screamed, 'Please don't kill me.' I was bruised and bleeding and I prayed that he would just make his last blow - the final blow - quick. Instead, he stepped over me. He walked out screaming at me, 'Why can't you f*cking see what you do to me? Why do you have to push me like you do?'
He took off before the police got there. Back then, cops would not make an arrest unless they saw the abuse happening. The next day, I got a friend to help me grab as much as I could and I took off.
I took photos and filed charges. I thought I would never look back, but it was only a matter of time before he found me.
I had a week of respite before he called, begging me to come back. I refused to speak to him. A week had taught me that I couldn't live like this. I couldn't put a baby through this. And I didn't want to.
So, I got the courage from deep down inside - a new maternal courage, a gift, I assume, from my son - and began taking the baby steps towards my future. I worked two jobs and got an education degree. Every step I took was a step away from him, a step away from what could have been - a step away from what might have been.
I learned that I was stronger than I ever knew, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without my faith, family and friends who stood by me and encouraged me.
I cried as I wrote certain parts of this story, remembering the girl I once was: the girl who held little worth in her abilities. Despite all that happened, I will always believe it was the strength of living through this experience - and being a survivor - that has made me into the strong woman I am today.''
I'm incredibly moved by her words. This is an honest and frank reality which she bravely shared with us. If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse, please do not hesitate to get the help and safety you need. There are many resources online that are available, if you're in the US, this is a good starting point: http://www.thehotline.org/
No one should ever have to put up with domestic abuse. If you've been a victim of abuse, we want you to know you're not alone. There are people who love and support you and please remember that it's not your fault in any way.
We wish this woman all the best and we're thankful she's out of that abusive situation. Share her powerful words with your friends today.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014
7 ways stress can be good for you...
While chronic stress can damage your cognitive and physical health, these seven studies show how short-term or moderate stress can actually be healthy for your mind and body.
1. Lowers your risk of premature death — if you have the right attitude. A 2013 study found that participants who reported that they were under a lot of stress but didn’t feel that it affected their health had a lower risk for premature death than both those who perceived their stress as a health hazard, and those who felt barely any stress at all!
2. Boosts production of neurons that improve performance. In an animal study, putting mice under mild stress caused the release of stress hormones, which spurred the growth of new neurons. Two weeks later those new neurons appeared to improve the mice’s performance on learning tests.
3. Strengthens your immune system. Short bursts of stress cause the release of hormones which send a message to immune cells to go from a resting to a ready state — even before a wound or infection.
4. Makes you friendlier. In a 2012 study, participants were either put in a stressful or control situation and afterwards paired up to play a series of games. During game play, those who had recently been in the stressful situation showed more prosocial behaviors, like trust and sharing, than the control group.
5. Improves your ability to learn. After spending 60 seconds with their hands in a bucket of ice (a stressful condition), men performed better on learning tests than an unstressed group.
6. Improves your memory. Researchers found that the brains of rats put under a moderate amount of stress showed an increase in the neurotransmitter glutamine, which is known to improve working memory. In tests four hours later and one day later the stressed rats made fewer mistakes navigating a maze.
7. Gets you in touch with your instincts. A study required people to give a presentation, give a five minute interview and count backwards by 13 in front of a group of judges. The more stressed out participants reported being, the better they performed on a task where they had to ignore details and trust their instincts.
1. Lowers your risk of premature death — if you have the right attitude. A 2013 study found that participants who reported that they were under a lot of stress but didn’t feel that it affected their health had a lower risk for premature death than both those who perceived their stress as a health hazard, and those who felt barely any stress at all!
2. Boosts production of neurons that improve performance. In an animal study, putting mice under mild stress caused the release of stress hormones, which spurred the growth of new neurons. Two weeks later those new neurons appeared to improve the mice’s performance on learning tests.
3. Strengthens your immune system. Short bursts of stress cause the release of hormones which send a message to immune cells to go from a resting to a ready state — even before a wound or infection.
4. Makes you friendlier. In a 2012 study, participants were either put in a stressful or control situation and afterwards paired up to play a series of games. During game play, those who had recently been in the stressful situation showed more prosocial behaviors, like trust and sharing, than the control group.
5. Improves your ability to learn. After spending 60 seconds with their hands in a bucket of ice (a stressful condition), men performed better on learning tests than an unstressed group.
6. Improves your memory. Researchers found that the brains of rats put under a moderate amount of stress showed an increase in the neurotransmitter glutamine, which is known to improve working memory. In tests four hours later and one day later the stressed rats made fewer mistakes navigating a maze.
7. Gets you in touch with your instincts. A study required people to give a presentation, give a five minute interview and count backwards by 13 in front of a group of judges. The more stressed out participants reported being, the better they performed on a task where they had to ignore details and trust their instincts.
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Monday, November 3, 2014
He Just Sent An Email To His Wife But Realizes He Made A SERIOUS Mistake!
He Just Sent An Email To His Wife But Realizes He Made A SERIOUS Mistake!
Read it carefully for you to understand and laugh hahaha...
It could happen to any one of us. A couple were leaving to Florida for a romantic getaway - the husband was going to fly a day early due to work. When he lands, he sends a quick update email to his wife but very crucially, makes a small mistake... with HUGE results!
I couldn't stop laughing at this, share it with your friends today!
Read it carefully for you to understand and laugh hahaha...
It could happen to any one of us. A couple were leaving to Florida for a romantic getaway - the husband was going to fly a day early due to work. When he lands, he sends a quick update email to his wife but very crucially, makes a small mistake... with HUGE results!
I couldn't stop laughing at this, share it with your friends today!
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