Ask Me Help Desk - Mudweiser, what gender are you?

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Originally Posted by Stringer

Seriousl Mud, have you thought of modeling?

Stringer

Mud? Really? It's Herbie Stringer, get with the program! ;)

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Originally Posted by mudweiser

Starbuck8 thanks for those great supportive words. I know I need to see a councilor, I am very aware of that. Honestly right now. It's is really hard being on my own. I have all the bills to pay for, I work from 9-5 in accounting and right now I'm actually looking for another job. Breaking up IS hard to do.

Sarah

I've got my own abuse story Sarah, oh trust me I do. I won't go into it, but I sure understand. And Achhemm... I'm Starby to you! ;)... or if you listen to the boys, I guess it's Ducky! :p

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

I know, I'm good aren't I? Want me to write yours? ;)

Yes please :p

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

Mud? Really? It's Herbie Stringer, get with the program! ;)

Neither sounds appropriate, how 'bout just cutie?

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Originally Posted by starbuck8

i've got my own abuse story sarah, oh trust me i do. I won't go into it, but i sure understand. And achhemm...i'm starby to you! ;)........or if you listen to the boys, i guess it's ducky! :p

yes...the duckie!!!!! :d

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Originally Posted by Stringer

Yes, I would be interested...go for it...

Let's see.

Stringer, youngish, married to a wonderful woman 20 years his junior, owns his own business, loves kids, loves to decorate at Christmas and Halloween, sweet, kind, caring, nice, loving, huggable, sexy voice (did I say that out loud?) and generally all around nice guy. :)

There, how's that?

Oh, did I mention that Sneezy owns a restaurant. Just thought I'd throw that in there! :D

I shall call you Muddy. And you shall be mine. And you will be my Muddy.

... too much?

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Originally Posted by starbuck8

And Achhemm...I'm Starby to you! ;)........or if you listen to the boys, I guess it's Ducky! :p

That'll be Duckula after your April Fools Day joke... :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by friend4u178

That'll be Duckula after your April Fools Day joke...............:rolleyes:

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Now that IS appropriate.

Did you post that picture somewhere else? I know I saw it just a few days ago! I swear I did! I'm serious. Was it your avatar?

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

Let's see.

Stringer, youngish, married to a wonderful woman 20 years his junior, owns his own business, loves kids, loves to decorate at Christmas and Halloween, sweet, kind, caring, nice, loving, huggable, sexy voice (did I say that out loud?) and generally all around nice guy. :)

There, how's that?

Oh, did I mention that Sneezy owns a restaurant. Just thought I'd throw that in there! :D

I think... I love you.

It was necessary.

You know what guys. I really really can't get over the fact that I am really scared of being under blankets- and you have no idea how much I cried when Sam [my ex] would do that to me. I literally don't sleep with a blanket. I sleep with pants, socks and a sweater. My bed is blanket free. I also can't stand basements. There are several parts of my childhood that I remember when my mom would actually leave me in the basement for days with the strays. I believe I was only 6 years old. I have a basement in my house: the door is constantly locked and I dare not go in there. One day my husband and I went to the basement and he ran upstairs, shut the lights and closed the door so I could "get rid of my fear". I'm embarrassed to say but I actually peed myself and I blacked out [not pass out but blacked out].

There's just little things like that that has become that elephant.

Sarah

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Originally Posted by friend4u178

Yes please :p

Good God, have I found my calling.

Okay, here goes another.

M aka Friend4U, tall gorgeous Aussie with a sexy accent, IT tech, lives in, guess, guess, guess, yup, Australia! Loves beer, loves breasts (crap, I slipped) loves rottweilers and won't eat my bunny's but all others are fair game. Sweet, lovable, always has something nice to say to everyone and only has two reddies because of it. Great sense of humor, 40 something, no kids that he knows of, and currently, circle one M single, dating, engaged?

If I wasn't married... nuf said. :D

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

Let's see.

Stringer, youngish, married to a wonderful woman 20 years his junior, owns his own business, loves kids, loves to decorate at Christmas and Halloween, sweet, kind, caring, nice, loving, huggable, sexy voice (did I say that out loud?) and generally all around nice guy. :)

There, how's that?

Oh, did I mention that Sneezy owns a restaurant. Just thought I'd throw that in there! :D

And please don't forget that I love Cracker Jacks... And I'm not handsome too... you've been leading me on? :(

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Originally Posted by mudweiser

edited again :sorry I shouldn't be such a baby:

I believe that I am going to print this out... NO Marta... I was only kidding sweetheart, really! :eek:

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

Good God, have I found my calling.

Okay, here goes another.

M aka Friend4U, tall gorgeous Aussie with a sexy accent, IT tech, lives in, guess, guess, guess, yup, Australia! Loves beer, loves breasts (crap, I slipped) loves rottweilers and won't eat my bunny's but all others are fair game. Sweet, lovable, always has something nice to say to everyone and only has two reddies because of it. Great sense of humor, 40 something, no kids that he knows of, and currently, circle one M single, dating, engaged?

If I wasn't married........ nuf said. :D

Oops did I just get my 2nd Reddie :confused: Darn I can only ever remember 1 :confused:

Thanks Alty very nice , If you weren't married you'd be in trouble ;)

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Originally Posted by mudweiser

It was necessary.

You know what guys. I really really can't get over the fact that I am really scared of being under blankets- and you have no idea how much I cried when Sam [my ex] would do that to me. I literally don't sleep with a blanket. I sleep with pants, socks and a sweater. My bed is blanket free. I also can't stand basements. There are several parts of my childhood that I remember when my mom would actually leave me in the basement for days with the strays. I believe I was only 6 years old. I have a basement in my house: the door is constantly locked and I dare not go in there. One day my husband and I went to the basement and he ran upstairs, shut the lights and closed the door so I could "get rid of my fear". I'm embarrassed to say but I actually peed myself and I blacked out [not pass out but blacked out].

There's just little things like that that has become that elephant.

Sarah

Sarah, one thing I've learned is that talking about it, really, it does help.

If you're like me, writing all this down is really hard, you're probably bawling and don't think you'll ever stop. You'll re-read everything you wrote at least twice and a new onslaught of tears will come out.

Tomorrow, you'll read it again, and you'll still get teary eyed, but not as bad as today.

The next day you'll start to feel a bit better, like a terrible weight has been lifted simply because you're no longer holding it in.

6 months from now, you'll read your posts, and you'll be amazed at how far you've come.

Just keep talking about it. We are friends, but faceless, so feel free to tell us anything. That's what made it so easy for me, not having to look into someone's eyes as I told my story. Not having to see the pity, or worse, the disgust, which is what I feared would be the reaction.

You're not alone, and now, you've got friends to help you go down this road. It's time, don't you think? Stop holding that little girl in, she has to become a part of you, a part of who you are now, in order for you to move on. You can do it, you've already taken the first step, no sense going backwards now, keep moving forward, we'll be here if you fall.

Yes. What alty said.

... still looking at that picture.

Reowr.

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

Sarah, one thing I've learned is that talking about it, really, it does help.

If you're like me, writing all this down is really hard, you're probably bawling and don't think you'll ever stop. You'll re-read everything you wrote at least twice and a new onslaught of tears will come out.

Tomorrow, you'll read it again, and you'll still get teary eyed, but not as bad as today.

The next day you'll start to feel a bit better, like a terrible weight has been lifted simply because you're no longer holding it in.

6 months from now, you'll read your posts, and you'll be amazed at how far you've come.

Just keep talking about it. We are friends, but faceless, so feel free to tell us anything. That's what made it so easy for me, not having to look into someones eyes as I told my story. Not having to see the pity, or worse, the disgust, which is what I feared would be the reaction.

You're not alone, and now, you've got friends to help you go down this road. It's time, don't you think? Stop holding that little girl in, she has to become a part of you, a part of who you are now, in order for you to move on. You can do it, you've already taken the first step, no sense going backwards now, keep moving forward, we'll be here if you fall.

Very well said Alty, very good advice. :)

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Originally Posted by friend4u178

That'll be Duckula after your April Fools Day joke...............:rolleyes:

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Heehee! Well the Duck has to fight back you know! :p:D

... grrrrrrr, my puter is looking for a fight with the sledge hammer again!