:( I feel jealous. My friend Ella (we've had a lot of problems over the years) is spending all her time with a girl I'll call T. She holds her hand, encourages her to join her to visit her locker, talks to her, etc. We've had this issue before but I always back down and apologize for blowing up at her. I don't want to talk to her about it, but I want her to act like she likes me too.

:( Well first, it's kinda weird they're holding hands. O_O Anyways, talking to her about it is about the only thing you can do if you wanna keep being friends with her. You don't have to blow up at her, but you can talk to her in a calm voice and try to get her to understand your points. That'll make her understand your point of view. :) I've had this problem before, and I didn't want to talk to her either, but once I did things got better. And if Ella gets mad at you for standing up to her, she wasn't a true friend to begin with. I know it's kinda hard to think of losing a friend, but sometimes that's what's best, because once you move apart from Ella, maybe you'll meet and even better friend; one who won't treat you like that.
Good luck!

Thanks. And they hold hands because its a thing at our school, don't ask me why cause i don't know. XD

I hold hands with my friends. ._.

When we had a night walk (without torches 8D) during camping, my friend clutched my hand because she was scared. XD

o_o I always hold my sis-in-law's hand. And (when I was still talking to them) my sister's hands, too. I don't really hold anyone's hands that's outside of my family though, but I HAVE held a friend's hand a couple of times.

*all this hand holding talk brings back a memory*
x_x OHGOSH. That freaked me out. A guy who (apparently) had a crush on me tried to hold my hand on the bus, once...XD it's kinda funny when I think about it now, but back then, I was like, "gfcasvshkvfjhvdfkjdbf--DUDE! PERSONAL SPACE! o_e What are you DOING?"

._.

I. Hate. Algebra.

*bangs head against the wall*

You are epyk. :D


Whenever I hold hands with my friends, dudes from my class keep on saying we're lesbians. ._.

WTF.

Well, I don't think that's the same thing. I wouldn't mind if they were lesbians, but holding hands with friends seems strange to me.

O_o ...Thanks, but how does that make me epyk? XD I need mah personal space. o_o And I had already suspected that he had a crush on me for about a year. AND then he proceeded to try to hold my hand again a few moments later. x_x I tried not to be rude (and failed XD). But it just freaked me out to no end.

e_e Lesbians? WHAT? That makes NO SENSE. Just because you hold your friend's hand does NOT MEAN you're a homosexual. If anything, it means that you have a strong, trusting friendship. Not that you're in love with each other. -_- o_o Heck, I would hold my friend's hand more often if I didn't have this issue with personal space...and I'm CERTAINLY NOT a lesbian. XD

Example of my personal space issue:
Random person in line at the store: o_o *is, like, one foot away from me*
Me: x___x *starts getting twitchy* Um...would you mind backing up a little bit?
Random person: ._. Sure. *backs up*
Sis-in-law: I FOUND THE MILK! :D *holds up the milk we forgot*
Me: ^_^ Awesome! *hugs her*

I'm fine if the person's within my family OR if I'm the one getting close to them. If they get too close to me, and/or they're not in my family.....x_x I don't know why, but it makes me feel really nervous and twitchy. :^|

I absolutely HATE it when people touch me. Even friends and family. I hate group hugs because it makes me sick being so close to so many people. XDDDD I don't mind hugging a family member every now and then, but I usually stay to myself.

Yeah, I used to be like that, too.....I think it just boils down to my trust issues. O_e I'm skeptical of EVERYONE I meet (at varying degrees). I guess I just trust my family more than my friends...that is, until I've known them for several years...

I have trust issues.

Me too! When we went into a big city once, I was giving literally everyone the evil eyes. You never know who is good or bad . . .O_o

Why do I watch horror movies when I know they scare me? >:/
Maybe it's because a certain friend says I'm a partypooper if I don't. WELL, I'm calling you tonight if I can't sleep.

But that's the whole fun of it.

No movies exactly scare me, they only give me a shock. That's why I never get nightmares on that subject.

My mum watched a creepy-ish film with a giant dog and lots of evil dudes. That night (she's petrified of dogs) she had a dream about being a potato.

XD That is utterly hilarious.

Even more hilarious taking into account it's true.

I have a dream translation book to see what symbols mean, and there's nothing about being a potato. :p

They're frauds!

I saw this "argument" on the Gay Marriage Thread. Michelle, if you like your signature, keep it. You don't need all of us to back you up on this. You have your own choice.

So you're calling Wildwolf a mean and insensitive person? I don't care about how stupid signatures are. And signatures don't stop bullying, they just raise awareness. Blah blah. I don't care if peoples' signatures are "I be trollin" or some bullying thing, but it's sort of dumb to argue about it.

I be Trollin is supposed to be funny. Yes, it's stupid, but in a good way. I love her signature because I love trolling people! (it's really fun) Please don't overreact on this, it won't help anypony.

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Drama queen.

I guess this counts as being emotianally stresed theres a bird and its foot is stuck int he slat of my fence and im really sad cause its reallyt in p0ain you can tell i wanna cry and the animal hospital van still hasnt come.

Whenever you post on this thread, they're always so trivial. Who cares if Camille didn't like it? It's just a freakin' signature. :rolleyes:

.. Of all things, why a plastic fork? I guess that really hurts.

I know what you mean about feeling a need to prove yourself, I think.

You're not a horrible person. I know that. If it helps at all… you can email me if you want. I'm not good at advice or stuff like that, but I can try. :/

You are one of my closest friends on KidPub. I mean, we ARE dancing buddies afterall. XD But you are an AMAZING friend and person, and you shouldn't need to prove yourself. :( I hate seeing you like this, Pokes.

If you wanna talk, my email is caleigh.meeks@gmail.com :/

Emotion: Numb. Utterly, helplessly numb.

I don't know if that even counts as an emotion. I haven't been following this thread, but I know you guys have a lot to deal with, so you don't really have to bother reading this anyway. I just really need to get this out.

About two years ago, my parents had a huge fight out of the blue. Six people, a mother, a father, three girls and a young boy were all in tears. The kids sat on the couch while the mother and father accused each other of "ruining the family". The mother was harsher, and though the father was calm, I could tell that he was immensely upset. I remember running into the hallway, in the dark, just collapsing on the floor and holding myself, wanting to wake up. I remember pinching myself to see if I would, hoping I would. The mother had her bags packed and she was ready to leave, though she wouldn't tell us where she was going. She told the eldest sister to be calm and be brave in the eyes of her younger siblings. She was close to leaving, so close.

But she never did. She stayed home at night, though she refused to sleep in the same bed -- the same room -- as the father.

Soon enough, the relationship between the mother and father began to smooth out. It was like a wound healing. They laughed, hugged, kissed, and said, "I love you" to each other. We were happy again. That horrible night was forgotten.

But almost a year to date of that first incident, the roles were reversed, and the father threatened to walk out. It was one of the most stupid arguments I have ever witnessed between my parents. I knew the mother was right -- the father was just being too gosh-darn stubborn to agree with her. It could have had a perfect ending would he just have opened his eyes and stopped being so bull-headed.

But the father never left, even though he, too, had had his bags packed.

After those two events, the chronology of my parents' relationship became very distorted. It was fighting on and off, always behind the children's backs, never in broad daylight, and so we were only vaguely aware of what was going on. Apparently, they had been upset with each other for years. The kids had never known as much. I remember writing into this Mailbox Club, a bible study thing for kids, and asking if they would pray for my parents. And for a while, it seemed as if the prayer worked.

But peace never stayed long, and the mother talked to the kids about divorce. She explained that she no longer loved the father, that he was not the same man she married, that she couldn't live with him for much longer. He accused her of having anger issues and being irrational. She began to take depression pills, something that I would have never seen coming, not in a million years.

And that talk of divorce? It never fulfilled itself. Life went on. We lived together, had fun together, a family, sewn together as a whole, but losing stitches by the day. The threat of divorce loomed, and though it was repeatedly brought up, I began to see it as a lie. It would never actually happen. It was just a scapegoat. It was trickery and deceit, each time a parent said, "We're getting a divorce," and nothing happened. It was cruel and unfair to the children and scare us like that for no reason. But that's exactly what my parents did.

Tonight, not more than twenty minutes ago, the mother left to my grandparents' house to talk with my grandma about the issues between her and the father (whose birthday is today). Apparently, she's suddenly decided that they're filing for separation. "He might fight for the house," I think she said, referring to my dad. "From what I've heard, I'll probably keep the house."

"From what you've heard from who?" I asked.

"Oh, just people who have been in the same situation."

So she's been doing research, I thought. I was more angry than sad. I listened to her explain what was happening, though I was pretty much in a daze, wondering if I should believe her or not. After all, it wouldn't be the first time I was duped by this false idea of divorce (or separation -- I'll admit, that's new to me.)

"Since you guys are old enough, you might be able to pick where you go and who you go to..."

She was talking about us kids. Wait, so now we have to choose a parent? Well, I refuse. That's... unthinkable.

She was crying and her voice was breaking and she looked utterly miserable when she told me this. We were alone in the basement. The talk didn't last long. I haven't seen the father since, but I'm pretty sure he's keeping everything bottled up inside, as usual.

Story aside, here's the deal: I don't care anymore. My parents are separating? Alright. Wait, should I be... confused? Frightened? Mad? I don't know how to react. It's just sinking in, and I feel like I should be punching a hole in the wall or using up a box of tissues from crying so much, but I'm utterly emotionless.

I hate this feeling. I hate everything, and I wish that it would all just... stop.

Don't say that. I used to have a habit of cutting to... but I stopped. If you need help with anything Pokey, just ask me.

First of all, I want to say that I'm really sorry you've been going through all this. It's not fair to you or your siblings.

Second...numbness following a shocking and stressful event is totally normal--especially when you've already been stressed and upset over the situation. Your brain can only take so much negative chemistry. Then, to protect itself, it basically just starts blocking things out. It's like...a computer overheating. Before it takes permanent damage, the machine turns off. But, like a computer, your emotions WILL eventually turn on again. Don't be so hard on yourself. This whole situation has nothing to do with you.

And IF it turns out you have to choose, just know that you LEGALLY don't have to. The court can decide for you from an objective viewpoint. Just make it clear to the lawyers/judge and your parents that you refuse to pick. So don't worry about it. <:^J

If there's anything we can do for you, Leloo...just say the word. We love you, hon. Don't ever forget that.

It may hurt, but your parents just might have to separate. If they don't, your whole family may be bitter all the time. You have to think of your parents happiness too; they can't take care of you if they don't take care of yourself.

Though, let you're parents know that you still love them, both of them.

I do love both of my parents, with all my heart. And frankly, I want them to separate, to divorce, whatever, if it's going to end all the madness. If it's going to improve our lives, because I know it will. I just wish they would stop doing this, this game of cat and mouse, chasing each other in circles around us kids, keeping us wondering who will win in the end, if anyone, if ever.

I don't know much about divorce, so I can't offer advice, but your parents will cool off eventually and things will get better. And hopefully it won't go on for too long.
I can't think of anything else to say except that we're here for you. :/

*big sigh* Ah, thank you so, so much. That's a huge relief. I thought something was... wrong with me, I guess. That was a perfect analogy. Than you. :3

That's the thing... It usually cools down, but then boils up all over again, worse each time... :^/ Maybe there's a light in the tunnel after all, but we may never know. Thank you for being there. :3