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Are There Any Couples Out There That Both Have Some Type Of Mentall Illness? How Do You Cope With It? Do You Think Marriage Counseling Will Help Or Do You Think I Should See A Pysocologist. My Wife See’s One. I’m On H.O.P.E. Probation. I’ve Only Been Out Of Prison For 4 Months But I Violated My Probation Twice And I Can’t Stop Doing Drugs, Lying, Conning Gay Men Into Thinking I Am Bisexual Just To Get Money And Doing Other Criminal Activies. Someone Please Help. My Wife Also Has Borderline Personality Disorder & Social Anxiety With Mixed Bipolar. I Don’t Know How To Help Her When I Think I Might Be Suffering From Anti-Social Disorder And We Always Seem To Be Fighting About My Lifestyle And She Doesn’t Like Me Going Out And Always Wants To Be With Me. Do You Think My Personality Helped Her With Getting BPD?

When Nicholas Gianquitti moved to Daisy Court in 2005, he entered a model of quiet suburbia, where all the split-levels came with backyard fences and neat yards and children played in the cul-de-sac.
One problem: Gianquitti seemed at odds with the neighborhood children.
Their balls were always bouncing across his lush lawn or hitting his polished car.
Gianquitti complained about this last year to a friend from his old neighborhood, Oakwind Terrace.
The kids’ balls “were always banging his cars,” recalled Ron Silvestri of his conversation with Gianquitti. “They were brand new cars and he didn’t like his cars being ruined.”
Gianquitti, a slight man who drew a disability pension from the few months in the early 1990s when he served as a Providence police officer, complained to his neighbors on Daisy Court as well. And parents there and on the adjacent cul-de-sac, Lily Drive, warned their children to keep clear of the man with the tuft of orange hair sprouting from his chin.
On Sunday, Gianquitti’s next-door neighbors, James and Adriana Pagano, hosted a birthday party for their young son. Some kids were playing in the street and, neighbors say, Gianquitti, who is 40, came out yelling and swearing at them when a ball struck his car.
Pagano, 44, a Cranston firefighter for 15 years who had been officially promoted to lieutenant just last week, rushed over to confront Gianquitti.
The confrontation led to punches and then, with children and others watching, the scene turned surreal.
Witnesses reported hearing several shots and seeing Pagano, lying in the street, mortally wounded. Many of his neighbors and relatives began calling 911. The time was around 3:15 p.m.
Yesterday, while a District Court judge ordered Gianquitti held without bail on a charge of murder, police investigators probed the dirt and leaves blown against the sidewalk outside Gianquitti’s home at 16 Daisy Court, searching for evidence and trying to piece together a neighborhood killing.
Law enforcement officials say Gianquittihad been licensed to carry a concealed weapon since 1993 when he left the Providence police force after six months after suffering a knee injury.
Police confiscated several rifles and pistols from his home following the shooting.
McGrath said some of the gunshots may have been fired from inside Gianquitti’s house and others from outside.
Pagano grew up in the Garden City section of Cranston and graduated from Providence College in 1989. After college, he served as an aide in former Cranston Mayor Michael A. Traficante’s office before joining the Fire Department in February 1991. He was promoted to lieutenant in January, taking part in a department-wide promotions ceremony just last week. Married to Adriana Pagano, a part-time hairdresser, he had a daughter and a son. He was an avid golfer and a big Red Sox fan, known for cooking veal and mushrooms at the fire station and laughing easily.
Sunday afternoon at Fire Station Three, where Pagano had worked for some 15 years before a recent promotion and transfer, Lt. Mike Procopio and Firefighter Ray Giguere heard the call of a man shot on Daisy Court and sped to the scene.
They did not know, yet, it was their friend. But they were concerned.
“We knew it was his street,” Procopio said, in an interview at the station yesterday.
Gianquitti, married with a teenage daughter, had retreated to inside his house by the time the police arrived. And with reports of an armed man inside, officers initially cordoned off the street, with even the paramedics restricted to the perimeter.
Police took Gianquitti from the scene without incident, the chief said, along with his wife and his daughter.
McGrath said the department has 15 officers from the detective division working on the case, including three from the Bureau of Criminal Investigation, which is examining forensic evidence from the crime scene.
In May 2006, Gianquitti filed a formal complaint with the Cranston police of kids in the neighborhood playing with hardballs.
He wanted to get it on record, the chief said, in case there was damage to his property at some point.
Sorry I shortened the article to post it on here. I think this guy should get sentenced to prision for life. It is just awful how he reacted and they haven’t stated but I don’t even think his car had any damage even if it did that is no reason to take someone’s life.

Bought with a Price

Slipping quietly out of the door, Kelly O’Byrne immediately felt the cool breeze on her face. Though the sun had already risen, a chilly mist still hung in the air, making the atmosphere feel damp and cold. Walking a little ways along the grassy green hills, Kelly listened for any sounds in the early morning, but all was peaceful and still. After a while, she came upon a steep hillside which she then proceeded to climb. Slightly tall for her fourteen years, this was not a difficult task for her. Finally, she reached her destination – a small cliff leaning out over the Irish Sea. It had become her favorite spot; she never grew weary of gazing dreamily out to the waters. Sitting down on the soft grass, she smoothed her dress, and brushed her long, black hair back out of her face. Her swirly deep blue eyes very much resembled the Irish Sea that she loved to gaze at. Though she loved dreaming about other distant lands, she was perfectly satisfied to remain in her hometown of Bray, where she had grown up. Who wouldn’t? How could anyone not love its rolling green hills, enormous mountains, and misty valleys? Who could grow tired of its lush green forests or beautiful rivers that stretched across the land? In Kelly’s mind, it was heaven on earth.
Far down below, a dog barked. Glancing down, Kelly saw the people of Bray beginning to wake up and get to work. Still, she remained where she was, watching the waves gently lap against one another, crashing against the shore. Startled, Kelly looked up, and stared out in the distance. Squinting her eyes, she looked harder. Still unable to distinguish just what it was that she was looking at, she tried once again, to look past the mist. Suddenly, she saw it: The serpent-like head protruding from the narrow ship. Vikings!
Fear immediately struck Kelly’s heart. For a few seconds, she stood frozen on the cliff unsure of what to do. Finally what her brain was saying to her legs registered and she began to run. Jumping down the steep cliffs, she slipped cutting her leg on a sharp rock. She ignored the pain – her only thought was to warn the people of Bray. Terrified, she ran on. Swiftly, she jumped over the steep cliffs, and ran down the dangerous slopes. Slipping and falling numerous times, she pushed on. Fear defined her eyes as she continued to sprint down the mountain.
As she ran, Kelly thought about the last Viking raid. She did not remember – she was only four. But she heard stories from the older villagers, about how the Vikings had stolen from the people, taken a few captives, and even burned down some of the buildings. They had tried to burn the monastery, causing an excessive amount of damage. Over the years, it was repaired, but still, on one side, you could run your fingers over the wall and feel the burnt wood. The people of Bray were terrified after that, so they worked together to build a safe-house in case it would ever happen again. Everyone dreaded the day when the bells of the monastery would ring signaling danger.
Slipping again, Kelly forced herself to calm down. Finally reaching the bottom of the mountain, she raced across the green hills toward her home. She burst in the doorway to find her mother cooking breakfast over the stove, and her father telling the younger children a story at the kitchen table. She exclaimed, “Father, Vikings! I saw the ship coming from the North!” The peaceful atmosphere was immediately broken.
Mrs. O’Byrne turned pale, and Clara, the youngest of the family, began to cry. The twins, Thomas and Daniel, looked at one another with scared faces. Mr. O’Byrne quickly rose from his seat. Without questioning his daughter further he turned to his wife and said, “Grab some food! Everybody must get to the safe-house!”
Turning to Kelly, he ordered, “Quick, run to the monastery! Tell them to ring the bells! Warn anybody that you see along the way, and hurry back to the safe-house – we’ll meet you there.”
Quick to do her father’s bidding, she began to run to the monastery. Along the way, she shouted to the people, “Quick, get to the safe-house! Vikings! Hurry!”
The looks of puzzlement turned to alarm when they heard the word “Vikings” and they rushed to find their children and run to the safe-house. In a matter of minutes, the whole village was in uproar. Fear was etched in every face, as parents searched for their children, and fathers helped their families into the safe-house on the edge of the village. Continuing to run, Kelly shouted, “The bells! Ring the bells!” But even as she ran up to the monastery, the great bells had already begun to chime.
Kelly stopped, and turned beginning to run for the safe-house. Suddenly feeling very tired and dizzy, Kelly stopped running. Looking around, she saw no one. Telling herself to push on to get to the safe-house, she began to

Chapter One
“Mr Buscetta, did you have any interest in the early sixties drug deal?”

“No comment” Tommaso Buscetta replied in an accelerated manor.
1968,Tommaso Buscetta stood in the court room with a sincere yet respectful grin on his face, as he was being burdened with queries about the Tom Hewitt murder case. Tommaso Buscetta was an average height man but a very stocky build. He had dusky olive coloured skin which was well suited to his greasy Black hair which strode finely down his polo shirt collars. Buscetta was wearing a navy Blue pinstripe suit made out of wool, with a golden chain hanging down his torso with a locket attached to it. The gold-silver plated contained a picture of his wife and youngest son who he loved dearly.

Tom Hewitt a New York prime newspaper publisher was murdered December 1962 just after peace had been made after the first mafia war-Which had been caused by the tension due to the missing Heroin shipment which was coming into America. The heroin was to be shared out between the families who had contributed their assets into a 3.5 million dollar drug deal with some Columbians producing and distributing narcotics in the Caribbean. The mafia families didn’t take kindly to their assets been lost and floating around in the Pacific Ocean. Most of the families who had been involved in the Heroin deal were either part of the Irish mob that had come to America to ensure they had retained profit from this deal for future events that their family would go through or the families were part of the notorious Cosa Nostra. Overall there were seven families involved in this deal and they had all lost their money because of some disturbance which had occurred on the Caribbean borders.

The war broke out in New York in 1961, it was the first ever mafia war to occur in America since the olive oil war( massacre of Caruli family in Brooklyn Olive factory)-rumoured to of happened because they had not paid payments they owed to the Bastani loan sharks which protected the Caruli empire for years. The olive oil war had not been as blood-soaked as the first real mafia war was. Thirteen back alley laundering rackets had been invaded by the FBI due to the fact so many mobsters where mobster from different mafias would come to embed their money into safe accounts. Ten other businesses which the various families extorted had been closed because of the number of shootings and explosions to take down other gangs had occurred.
“Mr Buscetta, did you have any involvement in the olive oil war which started October 1959?” The judge gave a contemplative smirk as if she was warning Tommaso to start answering her queries or he would face saviour consequences from the magistrates.
“No” Tommaso replied in an imperative manor as if he was the authority figure in the room.
“Mr Buscetta, we have records here suggesting Joezi Buscetta, Santanio O’Veil, two members of your family faced the magistrates in 1961 because of involvement in criminal activity. They were supposedly involved in smuggling fire-arms into the USA” the judge gave a tender remorse of silence as the jury analysed Tommaso. Anthony Carter, Tommasos lawyer whispered into his ear with a cunning luck as if he had been in this situation for decades. Tommaso nodded, undoing his top button of his shirt he replied in a self-assured tone
“So, you have a few facts you can present to the jury. Still you have nothing that can hurt me or put me in any state to be worried or even content to think. I’m going to take blame for the acts committed on Mr Hewitt, nothing” The judge thumped the wooden oak gavel onto her front Limestone desk.

Chapter One
1968,Tommaso Buscetta stood in the court room with a sincere yet respectful grin on his face, as he was being burdened with queries about the Tom Hewitt murder case. Tommaso Buscetta was an average height man but a very stocky build. He had dusky olive coloured skin which was well suited to his greasy Black hair which strode finely down his polo shirt collars. Buscetta was wearing a navy Blue pinstripe suit made out of wool, with a golden chain hanging down his torso with a locket attached to it. The gold-silver plated contained a picture of his wife and youngest son who he loved dearly.
Tom Hewitt a New York prime newspaper publisher was murdered December 1962 just after peace had been made after the first mafia war-Which had been caused by the tension due to the missing Heroin shipment which was coming into America. The heroin was to be shared out between the families who had contributed their assets into a 3.5 million dollar drug deal with some Columbians producing and distributing narcotics in the Caribbean. The mafia families didn’t take kindly to their assets been lost and floating around in the Pacific Ocean. Most of the families who had been involved in the Heroin deal were either part of the Irish mob that had come to America to ensure they had retained profit from this deal for future events that their family would go through or the families were part of the notorious Cosa Nostra. Overall there were seven families involved in this deal and they had all lost their money because of some disturbance which had occurred on the Caribbean borders.
The war broke out in New York in 1961, it was the first ever mafia war to occur in America since the olive oil war( massacre of Caruli family in Brooklyn Olive factory)-rumoured to of happened because they had not paid payments they owed to the Bastani loan sharks which protected the Caruli empire for years.

Imagine a man (43 years old) who moved from the TN country setting to urban Baltimore 3 years ago. After about a year, his attitudes and behaviors started to change. He started compulsively lying. All the time. This person lies about even the small things. He’s not even good at it; he has a huge “tell”. He tells people what they want to hear and spreads rumors about his family. For months, he told his wife’s friends that she is bipolar and violent. He tried to convince her she was crazy. While he was off dicking around with his girlfriend, whenever his wife got suspicious, he convinced her that she was paranoid. He even took her to see a psychiatrist on several occasions.

This man bought a new car and said his rich, dying uncle bought it for him. He made up an elaborate story with great details. He bought a brand new Harley Road King and said a friend bought it for him. He made sure to play the scene so that none of his close family could question the friend. While his wife was working two jobs to help their son pay for college tuition, he was stealing $400/month out of his son’s bank account and using it to spend time with his mistress. Son caught on and is now pressing charges, $1,200 later.

He files for a fraudulent divorce through Mexico, which would take 2 weeks instead of his home state’s 2 year waiting period. He moves out one day while his wife is on a weekend long church retreat. He leaves her with nothing.

All during their legal divorce process, he calls her almost every day and every night and often cries, telling her they can salvage their marriage. He then goes off and has sex with his girlfriend. He lies to everyone in his family. He has lost all his friends. He has mysteriously come up with the $45,000 to buy a new Cadillac and a new motorcycle in the past year. He only works 30 hours a week.

I am not his wife, just a concerned relative. Do you think he may have a “mental problem”? Do you suspect drugs?

I’m afraid that these judges are so unfair. I have talked to some people and they have told me that once the judge makes up his mind on what to do, that he won’t even let you finish telling your side of the story.

I have 3 reports one from social services, one form the court custody evaluator, and one from the court-ordered child psychiatrist all saying that I did not abuse my kids, and that my wife was coaching them to make false charges. I never abused anyone, but since the kids said that I did abuse them, and their mom says that I did, I’m afraid that I’m going to lose my custody and visitation anyway. When Social services interviewed the children, they didn’t even ask the children and specifics about the abuse, or even when it was supposed to occur, and the report indicates that they were just asked a series of yes or no questions like “Did your dad do this? Did he do that?” and given the oppertunity to make whatever charges they cared to against me without even being questioned at all on the specifics of the charges. So I don’t even know, except for some vague accusations, what I am being accused of. At the first hearing, the kids weren’t even required to be there to make their accusations in person. When i went to court last June, my lawyer tried to tell the judge that the abuse charges were fabricated, that there was no finding of abuse in the prior hearing. He cut her off and growled “the court order speaks for istelf!!” and when she said that the kids had been coerced into making false claims of abuse he said “they are old enough to make their own determinations.” When my lawyer said that my wife is mentally ill, the judge asked her if she was being treated, and when she said she was, he simply said “well there you have it, she is being treated.” When my lawyer pointed out that she was a heroin addict and abandoned her chilren twice and had comitted of various crimes, including lying to a police officer and domestic violence 10 years ago, He said: “When did this occur? So is there anything more recent?” and blew it off.

My lawyer keeps suggesting that I settle for 2 weekends a month, just to avoid getting supervised visitation. But, my wife has done all of this. She even continues to harass, extort, and threaten me, to break into my car and house, and tries to entrapp me into violating the court order, and even braggs to me that she has a bunch of people that will lie for her. I never did anything wrong. It hurts enough that my kids went along with it. I don’t want to lose my weekends with the kids. I was their single parent for 6 years and their mom never cam to see them during those 6 years, and was on heroin. I am so shocked by the unfairness of this system.

I’ll try not to make this too long and drawn out. My boyfriend has been in a custody battle for his little girl for pretty much her entire life. We decided to go a different route since home visits and he-said she-said stuff really doesn’t prove anything.

Custody battle pretty much went as follows: She cheated on him with the baby in the room (and the court really didn’t seem to care much about that) and she got custody since the baby was so small. The next time, she admits to drug use because of her current felon-convicted boyfriend and loses her child who stay with her dad. Next, dad’s wife lies about dad in court and gets her taken away again, before the charge was dismissed completely by the court, but he still lost her and didn’t have enough money to go back for a fourth time.

He is working on getting enough money, and we’re actually planning to get married soon (I’m not pregnant, and it’s not JUST to take the child from her mom, we’re doing it the right way).

We went to take the little girl on an afternoon to his parents house where she had fun playing with her cousin. When we took her back at 9pm as promised. My recording caught the following:

First of all, you can clearly hear a roudy house full of other kids (about 3) and the mom of this child yelling at them, and actually cursing.

My boyfriend saying to his daughter, “Here, let me get your coat off, ok”.. and the felon-convicted boyfriend of mother saying “No keep your coat on, we’re about to leave.”
My boyfriend: “It’s already 9, isn’t it a little late for her to be out?”
Mother: “___, don’t even start that”
Felon: “It’s Friday night, no school tomorrow, we stay out as late as we want!” (Clearly intoxicated, and they had another adult that was intoxicated with them)

The papers clearly state visitation, and he asks her if it’s ok if he has the visitation which is stated in the papers for Christmas. He also mentions since he was denied his visitation from her for Christmas because she refused to let him take her. When he asks her about the dates she says: “Well I don’t know, I’ll have to get with my lawyer on that”, He mentions not being allowed to see her, and the felon says in the background yelling “and who’s fault was that?” And he says the mother’s name. The felon continues to say “You’re not even a daddy, she calls me daddy not you.”

The mother goes on to say that “___(child) has an ***hole for a daddy”. And the felon chimes in agreeing.

My boyfriend goes on to just say, “well I guess I’ll just have my lawyer contact your lawyer to get everything straightened out ok? Cause it says it clearly in your copy and my copy of the papers”, and she says to him, “___(his name), I’m not dealing with your s*** get the F*** outta my house”.. all this time you hear all the kids playing in the background and her daughter saying “mama, look…” and things like that, the whole time.

I stopped recording as soon as we started to leave because I figured that was it. And I left the door and turned around cause I heard her cry and say “daddy wait” and i tried to tell her bye, or even find her in the trash in that trailor and all the sudden I see the felon-convict lunge at the door which was then was slammed in my face so hard it made the wreath on the door almost fall off and the whole house shook. My boyfriend was also recording and this was caught this.

Next thing you hear in my recording is the mom yelling at the top of her lungs (obviously right in my face) saying “Oooooh, you’re recording? That’s just great, you know why!??!?” you can hear the daughter wimpering in the background, saying daddy, and she tells her drunk friend to get the kids back inside for a minute. She then proceeds to yell at the top of her lungs in my face about how I should get in her face about anything. I said, “but I didn’t get in your face”.

I remembered that she’d let the little girl watch freddy cruger the last time we were there and asked her on recording why she let her daughter, a 3 year old watch it, and she said “OH MY F**** GAW! Are you F**** serious, Dude?” And I just said “she’s three years old, why, she’s just three years old?” And she said “well! Cause she likes it!”

She then proceeded to say, “Well what about all this hickie s** on your neck” (pointing to a mark that wasn’t even there”. I didn’t say anything, but asked her about how she slept with another guy, cheating on the baby’s father, when her daughter was 2 months with the daughter in the room. And she said, “ARE YOU F*** SERIOUS, DUDE? SERIOUSLY?” I said “why” and she said “She wasn’t even there when we did it, she was at her F***** Grandma’s Ok?”

The entire time, both me and my boyfriend had calm voice tones, as we always do with them, and they were beligerant and screaming and cussing at both us and the situation.

That’s when I turned the recording off and just left. We called the cops and made a report about the situation and the cops went to that house, and w
we just went home.

I know no one here can make a 100% correct prediction. But we won’t see the DHS until Monday morning. And even then we’re just worried that she’ll get awaywith everything just cause she’s the mom. We both have good jobs, and can support her easily, and her mom and boyfriend work on minimum wage part time constantly having to move because they are always evicted and can’t find a place to stay.

I stayed up with him last night and he and I cried all night long. We’re just sick. And this was the worst thing I’ve ever whitnessed and he says it happens all the time. I don’t know whether to just keep recording if that will do me any good or if you think that it will make headway.

Please don’t flag this just because it’s long. I’m sorry, We’re just so upset about everything I just need some kind of opinion. I love her like she was my own flesh and blood, it seems like I love her more than her own mom does.

Any input would help so much.

Thanks!
I just reviewed the recording again:

My boyfriend: “the paper say.. (I won’t get into detiail), I’d like to see her on Christmas eve since I didn’t even get to see her during Christmas last time.”

Felon: “And who’s fault was that?”

MyBoyfriend: “Sasha’s, cause she wouldn’t let me take her”

Felon: “Well, there aint no way, dude” (talking about his court ordered visitation, he was trying to deny my boyfriend)

MyBoyfriend: “You aint her daddy, so I’m not gonna argue with you about it”

Felon: “You know what, she calls me daddy though.

Mom: “We’re not gonna do this guys ok?”

Felon: “Well she has an ***hole for a daddy”

Mom: (Very loudly in front of the kids) “Ya she DOES have an ***hole for a daddy”

MyBoyfriend: “well I’m gonna be bringing her back on this day, is that ok?” (stating exactly as he is allowed in the papers)

Mom: “Well, I don’t know, I’m gonna have to talk to my lawyer on that”.

MyBoyfriend: “Well if you want, I can have my lawyer contact
Mind you, I didn’t start a fight with her, she attacked me as I was being as sweet as I could. I’ve done nothing but be completely nice to her, and she’s actually had her friends call and harrass me and my boyfriend in texts and calls.

ALICE Pung’s Unpolished Gem is the story of a family rebuilding their lives after Cambodia’s appalling Pol Pot years. Pung was conceived in a Thai refugee camp and born after her Chinese-Cambodian parents, her paternal grandmother and an aunt arrived in Melbourne.

In naming Alice, her father invoked a Western story about a girl: “This new daughter of his will grow up in this Wonder Land and take for granted things like security, abundance, democracy and the little green man on the traffic lights.”

“This story does not begin on a boat,” Pung writes, partly to dash stereotypes, but partly because she is partial to a terrific sentence. She goes on to enliven, complicate, contradict and sometimes even confirm wider community perceptions of Indochinese Australians.

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Somehow Pung achieves a tone both lush and raw. For a book so preoccupied with fraught emotions — both exposed and hidden, and including Pung’s own crises — Unpolished Gem possesses the steadiest of heartbeats.

Her descriptions of Melbourne life, of her mother the outworking jewellery-maker, her father the Retravision franchisee, the birth of her three siblings, the death of her beloved grandmother, her double life of home and school, are interspersed with tales, brief but not perfunctory, of her elders’ pre-Australian lives.

“We are trying to assimilate, to not stand out from the neighbours, to not bring shame to our whole race by carrying over certain habits from the old country, such as growing chickens in the backyard or keeping goats as pets.”

In the portrait of her mother, Pung reveals the complexity of assimilation (and the term’s revelatory inadequacies). Although strong-willed, opinionated, intelligent and astonishingly hardworking, “She was loud because she could not read or speak the secret talk we knew.

“She could not read because she had been housebound for two decades. And now, over the dinner table, she would watch as my father and his children littered their language with English terms, until every second word was in a foreign tongue”. Her emergence from depression and isolation as a salesperson at Retravision is a triumph of persistence and courage. The whole episode is recounted by Pung with an assured mix of bluntness, sensitivity and humour.

Storytelling is at the heart of Unpolished Gem but this, too, exposes tensions. Pung’s grandmother and mother frequently clashed. Both employed four-year-old Alice as ally and spy, leading her to “discover that being good means just being good to the person who is telling you to be good”. Her account of this childhood predicament is unsettling, especially when her mother angrily questions her loyalties. But her conclusion is compelling:

I was doomed, early on, to be a word-spreader. To tell these stories that the women of my family made me promise never to tell a soul. Perhaps they told me because they really did want the other camp to hear. Or perhaps my word-spreading is also the only way to see that there was once flesh attached to these bones, that there was once something living and breathing, something that inhaled and exhaled; something that slept and woke up every morning with the past effaced, if only for a moment. That was a good beginning, and in this good beginning the stories would come like slow trickles of truth, like blood coursing through the veins.

Pung’s portrait of her grandmother, herself a “magical” storyteller, reveals only snippets of an extraordinary life: a committed communist, she left China for Cambodia under a political cloud; she once tried to swap her baby son for a girl; her first two daughters died in Phnom Penh, from illness and accident; she was the second wife of a man who stole their fifth son for his first wife; she had healing powers; she survived the Pol Pot years. While Pung weaves these stories seamlessly into her narrative I wanted more — a whole other book — about her grandmother.

Cambodia remains distant in Pung’s narrative: for her it is a foreign country. Pol Pot, too, hovers like a shadow. Pung’s focus is elsewhere, and the story would be burdened by descriptions of killing fields and refugee camps.

And there are many ways to write about the consequences of war and crimes against humanity. Still, one time, at a family gathering at a restaurant, Alice’s father said:

This fish reminds me of the Pol Pot years when the starved, dead bodies floated up the river during the flood. I got the job of dragging them to higher, dryer land. We wrapped them up in a dry blanket and me and my mate grabbed on to each end. Every time we tripped, the blanket would get water-soaked and even heavier. Hah hah, so funny! And listen to this — my mate turns to me and says, “Hope you’re not going to be this heavy when it’s time

i’ve started to write a vampire serie i’ve wrritten the second book opening and i thought it would be good to share

ok the story is about a halfwolf half girl princess everyone call katie who”s father dumped her on a boarding school used to be quite but then a teachercome to her school who is actually a vampire lord and falls for him even though he’s mean and cold hearted and scares everyone and she belives hes falling for her too but he only wants her for her blood and truns her into a vamp/wolf thing get up and leavs her for dead so now she hate everyone.

this the book 2 opening don’t steal it share your comments and tell me any ideas youve thought of it called The taste

oh and sorry about the spelling im dislactic so im not really good at that stuff

I sat alone under the twisted tree, I was waiting, hunger thrived through my body licked my lips it wouldn’t be long now, I could feel him coming. “Katie, I er… got your call” I heard him say from behind me, I turned around, Dave stood there gawking at me, I smiled human men were sooo… easy “what took you so long I called you 10 minutes ago.” I said to him in my usual exquisite voice. “I’m sorry” he whispered dropping to his knees and crawling next to me his eyes fixate on my body, I smiled again it never hurt to show my legs and turned away for him, he moved closer to me, “So, why did you call me?” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickled the back of my neck I sighed, “I’m hungry Dave.” His heart skipped a beat he began to pant, “Do you want me to…to let you drink again?” He wrapped his hands around my hips, “I think we both know the answer to that” I turned to face he, I was so close, close to his neck “the question is you going to let me?” I looked into his green eyes he had the same colour as my fathers; I had to do it, “would it be the same as last time?” I leant closer to him, I nodded. I saw him hesitate “are you thinking about you wife?” I placed my mouth next to his neck, he moaned “my wife? Never, not when I’m with you” I breathed my last words on him, “good, because I wanted the last thing you to ever think about to be me” He closed his eyes and moaned, “Katie” I bit into his slender neck lush seem to wash over me I ran my fingers through his soft hair. I felt his body weaken “Katie…” he whimpered then slumped unconscious into my arms I pulled my teeth out of his neck slowly, and ran my tongue over my teeth and on to his neck to lick up and driblets I missed. Dropping him on the dirty floor I stood up wiped the earth off my dress and watched his final heart beat die away, before turning and walking back down the way I came. I smiled I guess life really is a heartless bitch.
srry i should of added it only the frist two book which a vampish the rest are kinda more relistic and wolfish :)

My wife left me about 6 months ago. I know she filed for divorce but as for the status I don’t know. I have been out of commission so to speak. The last time we exchanged I had asked for her to please hold off for a few months. I don’t know if she did. It’s all about my disorder that I BELIEVE was triggered by the substance abuse. Well when she left I had been clean many years, but due to the trauma and my bad choices I went on a binge it’s been a long horrible binge, she told me a couple weeks ago to get it back together, get clean and working again because we need you(her and my daughter) well I am trying to do that now, but I know the with-drawls will be hell, I was wanted to ask her if she would keep me company through the with-drawls, not personally though that would be nice but by phone or chatting texting any of them Since I have gone through this before I know how important is to have someone with you so to speak. many people die during this detox. We don’t have money for a doctor or hospital do you think this would be ok? cause I need someone and I have no family or friends anymore in this state.
nice thought but no one wil lend me money. the last time it came to 35 grand.cant do it

Prologue

In the midst of a land in which nobody with a simple imagination could conceive, there was a city…
The dusk sky was painted with vivid shades of orange and lavender, preparing for the dark night that was to come. A meager sliver of a moon hung with a pale glow and the beginnings of stars softly decorated the sky. Around the sunset, dense clouds threatened the coming of a rain storm.
An ancient castle surrounded by many people rested beneath the rapidly changing sky. The castle was bordered by lush vegetation, still brightly visible in the dimming sunlight. Flowers of all different hues encased the walk ways and lined the shops and homes of the people who lived there. Behind the castle was a think forest which nobody dared to enter.
At the peek of the castle was the Rose, the most beautiful sight in all the city. It’s petals were stained a deep blood-red as the leaves were a lush, inviting green. Jagged thorns engulfed the Rose, warning all people to stay away, yet it possessed a certain enchantment that beckoned you to come closer.
All eyes attentively gazed upon the only balcony on the castle. It’s dull, simple rock pigment didn’t stand out in the least, but what was on top of the balcony was what they were dedicating their attention to, an aging man and his wife next to a pillar that was crowned with a large, emerald basin. In the arms of the man was a newborn child wrapped in a soft, jade-colored blanket.
“We have a new member to our community,” bellowed the man in a deep, raspy voice that quieted the large crowd, “the child is yet to be named, but, all the same, we will begin the Sprouting Ceremony.”
The crowd cheered at such news of a new person coming into their world.
But behind the mass of people lurked the malevolent shadow of one who was not intrigued by the man’s words. His dark face revealed almost nothing of his appearance, apart from his eyes. They were almost ebony, shining with a glazed look as if they were made of black diamond. He proudly held a gold scepter incrusted with onyx-like gems. His eyes shot a piercing glare at the old man as he spoke, but he gave an even more fierce stare to the delicate child in his arms. He sensed courage, power, and importance in the tiny child. These were the things that he feared the most in beings other than himself.
The dark man whipped his head around looking toward the forest behind him. In the opening of the forest stood a stout woman who was sullenly gazing at the child. Her hair frizzed from the moisture and her simple clothes blew in the soft winds, but her face was calm. She seemed to be thinking about this child more than the others that were brought up to the castle’s balcony. Perhaps thinking of the child’s future.
“She’s waiting for the Chosen Petal to fall, as always,” thought the sinister man, to himself with a smirk.
“Now that the child has been welcomed, we shall discover the newborn’s future position in our community,” the old man declared with utter confidence. The elderly man, with the woman by his side, raised the small child up above his head. The emerald basin instantaneously released a mystical, sparkling light into the darkening sky. The infant suddenly uncurled from it’s coiled position. It’s eyes flashed open staring at the white light as if waiting for something to happen.
At that moment, the male who stood at the back of the crowd lifted up his scepter and aimed it at the child. He muttered a peculiar incantation and the scepter glimmered like the sea on a clear day. A strange form of energy emitted from the scepter falling on the child within seconds. As expected, the child was not physically harmed in any state and the ceremony continued as if nothing happened, for nobody had noticed the odd occurrence . But the dark man knew that happened.
The strange feeling of power that had radiated from the child before had vanished. The mysterious force was now enclosed in the shadowy scepter, but it slowly crept out as the seconds passed by, returning to the open air. He smirked at his accomplishment and continued to watch the ceremony.
The water inside the basin trembled and the old man peered into it, concentrating on what he saw as he lowered the child, giving the infant to the elderly woman by his side. Instantly, the child pulled its tiny fists back towards its chest and its eyes closed shut looking as if they would never open again.
“The child will be…a Flower Keeper!” cried the man.
The crowd once again cheered for the new member of their community and the lucky position the child received as future Flower Keeper.
The malicious man smiled once again at this news, as a rumble of thunder erupted from the clouds. He turned around to see the bewildered expression of the woman behind him. She shook her head with perplexity, her heather grey eyes holding a mystified expression. Another boom of thunder tolled as rain
She shook her head with perplexity, her heather grey eyes holding a mystified expression. Another boom of thunder tolled as rain began to plummet from the sky, tapping the ground with a rhythmic beat. Her wiry hair was flattened by the persistent flurry of rainfall. Her gentle eyes suddenly became harsh and unforgiving as she saw the dark man staring at her with satisfaction as if he had won a never ending battle. She gave him a final, warning glare and then solemnly staggered back into the forest.
The crowd soon began to clear away. Among them was the parents of the newborn, pleased with the future job of their child. As the boisterous activity settled down, not a soul was near the castle. Everyone had already begun to return to their busy lives. The moment serenity fell over the castle, a single crimson petal from the Rose gracefully fell in to the emerald pool, floating with complete solitude, raindrops gently engulfing its beauty .

My husband is saved and his brother is a minister, their dad is a Bishop who made him a minister, quite frankly I don’t beleive he was ready for that, my husband is backsliding and my brother in law has a problem with heroin, their dad’s paul barer has an issue with crack cocain and he treats him like a slave their dad’s wife is the overseer of his church and she’s not spiritual at all, people who are evidently living wrong deliberately are allowed to feed his “sheep” and when their dad get’s up to speak or preach, it’s polluted with falsehood and it is evident alot of the people who went there have left including me, and when you come to a certain point in your spiritual walk in Christ you come to know who you are and what gifts God has placed in you, I have a prophetic gift and a strong discerning gift and what I see in my spiritual eyes is horrifying, people who are in his church now are witches who claim to be people of God and my husband and brother continue to go there,knowing th

Shortly after my ex husband and I got married, we were out to dinner and he got very intoxicated. He said to the server, “Do you know how I got such a hot wife? I’m a rocket scientist.” (he is an aerospace engineer) Anyway, I was extremely embarrassed and hurt and I felt used. I felt that he only married me to have a trophy on his arm. This happened on two separate occasions. He also took me to the company Christmas party, but there were NO OTHER SPOUSES! I was the only one! Again, greatly embarrassing for me! I was unable to ever feel that he married me for anything other than wanting to have a wife he could show off. Obviously, we divorced. My question is, what do you think of what he said? and am I wrong to feel he used me as a ‘trophy wife’?
It’s not a compliment unless you feel he loves you for who you are and for your intelligence as well as your looks.
I guess it still bothers me because it hurt me that much. I know its in the past. Just trying to get some idea as to if I am wrong to be hurt by it.
We didn’t get divorced because of those comments.

I was reading about a guy who killed his wife and another woman at his home. The article headline included the words “killing spree”. At first I thought the media was misusing the term, to get the reader’s attention and I thought the story was being hyped up a bit. As I read on, it turns out that he did kill two other people on the same day. So, I guess it was a killing spree. But that got me thinking about the word spree and the term “killing spree.” Originally the word spree meant something like a party binge.

Etymology on the word spree: frolic, drinking bout,” 1804, slang, perhaps an alteration of French: esprit “lively wit” (see esprit). Irish: spre seems to be a loan-word from the Old Norse: sprakr (active)

So, the questions are: How many people have to be killed, for it to become a spree? Do they have to be killed in different places? What if the guy just poisons them? That’s not a particularly active or lively crime. What if the guy dances around and hacks up only one person? Wouldn’t that be a spree? That sounds like a pretty active crime to me. I guess the media would just call that a grisly murder. Do you think the media overuses the term killing spree, because it implies the killer is crazed and having a good time, wildly killing random people and that tends to grab our attention? Your thoughts?

I emailed an ex after an argument with my wife about her using drugs…Although it was innocent conversation…I apologized for making a rookie mistake…now four years later I caught her e-mailing her ex although it appears quite innocent…is this pay back or grounds for concern?

He was married twice before. When he was with his first wife, he was into heavy drugs (meth and heroin). He was also abusive with her, even hitting. She finally left him, but he kept doing drugs til he met his second wife.

His second wife got him off drugs. He has been clean for at least 10 years (he is in his early 50s and I am in my 40s). Well, he was divorcing his ex-wife when I met him. He didn’t tell me why they divorced, only that she was “crazy”. Someone I know who knew her told me he drove her crazy by the way he treated her.

I have been with him over a year. He treats me like a princess, but sometimes gets mad at me in public — nothing major. I don’t think he would hit me. He says I have motivated him to be a better person — that I am such a kind, gentle person, he wants to be the same way.

I love him and I do not want to lose him.

Am I a fool?

Can someone please make this video for NORML I think it would be pretty persuasive.

Starts off with title saying Weed VS Alcohol

A – It shows a husband coming home drunk and beating the wife for not having food ready and the kids looking on in horror.
W – It shows a husband coming home high with a bag of take-out food for the whole family and the children hug the dad for bringing home food.

A- It shows a drunk man being insulted and beating the shit out of the offender
W- It shows a stoner man being insulted and the stoner responding by saying “chill out dude”

A- It shows a man binge drinking and the friends having to take him to the ER for over doing it
W- It show a man taking a monster rip and showing the men just chilling watching TV afterwards.

A- It shows a alcoholic being told by the doctor he needs a new liver
W- It shows a man being prescribed medical marijuana by his doctor.

Please add to the idea or recommend changes. I think it would be persuasive if this was made into a commercial.

I have a married friend who has been with her husband nearly 20 years. She and her husband both hold professional positions. They seem to have the perfect marriage, perfect children and the perfect life—plus, well off financially and everything like that. But I found out recently that is not so true. She has been letting things slip about out at work about her marriage. She and I are both engineers and work in a very small firm. (She and her husband have been together since they were 18 and met in college). Several other people (including myself) have heard her discuss her husband’s love of amateur college porn, strip clubs, and weekend binge drinking with his rowdy friends. She also said that these problems had been going on for a while and that he rarely wants sex with her, but he has a very large porno collection (movies, magazines, etc). Her husband will also tell her that he is tired and that he would prefer if she would do “other stuff” for him. Her husband is overweight and so is she—but he still prefers amateur porn with college girls. I cannot believe that she is letting these details of her personal life out at work—especially because her husband frequently drops by at work to visit her and everyone knows him! She admitted that her husband would be upset with her if he knew about the things that she told people at work about their marriage.

I am just wondering why someone would do something like that? Personally, I wouldn’t talk about my marriage at work—no matter how many problems I was having. He is still her husband and she is betraying their marital trust by involving outsiders, instead of a meeting up with a marriage therapist! I am not defending him or her in this instance. I personally think that her husband is still acting out on his bachelor days gone by and is obviously NOT attracted to her sexually anymore. Why would he rather watch amateur college girls and not have sex with his own wife? I personally think he is probably two seconds away from cheating on her—if he already hasn’t done so. As for her, she really needs to seek therapy herself or get out of the marriage. Bring up their problems at work is really showing a lack of respect towards herself and their (obviously shaky) marriage. I just really feel bad for their 3 children.

I am just really tired of hearing her talk about this and can’t really vent too many people. Don’t be afraid to leave some honest feedback on this subject. Thanks!

I have been through 2 divorces the first one ended ‘cause my first wife cheating on my while I was deployed and spent all my money on drugs and on other men. My second marriage lasted only 5 months and she also cheated on me. Now I’m in my third marriage and to say the least my wife is too good for me that’s what everyone says including my family she is highly educated has a good job she is sweet heart and she is extremely beautiful and she is 12 years younger than me. She used to be so in love with me and send me sweet emails while I’m at work or deployed till I told her that she is too clingy and that I was sick of it. The problem is that I’m unsecure and I feel she will leave me for better man and I treat her bad I don’t help her with house work even though she works more hours than me and of course makes about 10K a mo 3 times what I make. Now I feel she is distance and she doesn’t love me she never calls me while I’m at work or emails me. She gives all her attention to her career and our 2 year old baby. She even told me that she doesn’t want go with me to visit my 12 year old daughter from my first marriage ‘cause she doesn’t want take time off and she doesn’t want our 2 year old to travel h hr long distance. She always went with me and took our child even when he was much younger. I tried to discuss with her about my 12 year old needing braces, buying car for her sweet 16 and her college and she told me that’s a talk you and her mother should have. What does all these mean what should I do? Do you think she is cheating since she is I’m 36 and she is 24. My daughters mother doesn’t work thats why I asked my wife about my daughters future. I’m always right and I do think she is bussy with someone else.