sad moments in the past

Towerizer

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    April of my senior year of high school my girlfriend of 2 years left me. we had reached a point where things weren't working and there wasn't a way to fix it. she was upset with my weight and the fact that i didn't have any plans for college. when she broke up with me i was alright with it, i understood why and was certain it wasn't going to be a problem. a month went by, with nobody to say good morning to everyday, or to share something i thought was funny with. most of my friends were busy getting ready to go off to college and were really focused on the end of the school year. after that first month it hit me, i was alone. i would text my ex everyday trying to see if i could patch things up with her, asking her stupid things like if i could see her of if she still loved me. i was a wreck. for 6 months after we broke up i still wasn't over her. i was working at a grocery store, and only had one or two friends around that i could hang out with and even them that was a rare occurrence. i hated my job and was afraid that i'd be stuck there the rest of my life. this is when i realized i was depressed. i eventually joined the navy to escape from my home town, and my depression has gone away, getting out of my home town helped me get over my ex. the whole ordeal destroyed my self confidence, and I've yet to regain that but life is definitely getting better!

    there's my story. If you have something you'd like to share or even talk about here is a thread for it, i'll do my best to help anyone who needs it, just let me know you wanna talk!
     
    Well my sad story happen on Chirstmas Eve 2000... I was living in my hometown in Virginia. My mother walked in the house drunk and on crack. 5 mins later a heard a gun go off outside. My mother committed suicide. My dad came home and he was destroyed... I saw it happen... Not long after in 2001 I had to start treatment and other stuff. I just lost hope and even still today I am still screwed over by this stuff. I can't hold a relationship with a girl due to this. My dad gave up on love and my brother is a chronic drinker. Sadly I got it easier than my family,but will never forget that day... December 24, 2000.....
     
    Insomniac said:
    I don't know which year, but the year my english bulldog died was pretty sad. He had an eye problem and had to get surgery so he went in for it. Turns out he died of heart failure. I was very sad. But now I look back and it's not very surprising because bulldogs are very prone to things like that. :( He was the best dog ever.

    Also the year any of my relatives have died.

    Or any time I've gotten broken up with.
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    I had a bulldog named Boss. He died in 2005. So it happens to all of us in life who love our pets.
     
    ShinyHoundoom92 said:
    Well my sad story happen on Chirstmas Eve 2000... I was living in my hometown in Virginia. My mother walked in the house drunk and on crack. 5 mins later a heard a gun go off outside. My mother committed suicide. My dad came home and he was destroyed... I saw it happen... Not long after in 2001 I had to start treatment and other stuff. I just lost hope and even still today I am still screwed over by this stuff. I can't hold a relationship with a girl due to this. My dad gave up on love and my brother is a chronic drinker. Sadly I got it easier than my family,but will never forget that day... December 24, 2000.....
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    wow i am really sorry to hear that, i hope you're recovering and that your family gets better as well, hang in there.
     
    ShinyHoundoom92 said:
    Well my sad story happen on Chirstmas Eve 2000... I was living in my hometown in Virginia. My mother walked in the house drunk and on crack. 5 mins later a heard a gun go off outside. My mother committed suicide. My dad came home and he was destroyed... I saw it happen... Not long after in 2001 I had to start treatment and other stuff. I just lost hope and even still today I am still screwed over by this stuff. I can't hold a relationship with a girl due to this. My dad gave up on love and my brother is a chronic drinker. Sadly I got it easier than my family,but will never forget that day... December 24, 2000.....
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    Wow... I'm so sad to hear this. I really do hope for you and the rest of your family for a speedy recovery. That would probably be the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me, and I really can't blame you for your problems. Best luck for the future, bro.

    I haven't really had any sad moments as such in my life, but the day I went to my first funeral a few months back of one of my dad's friends (died of cancer), I realised the mortality of our lives and the rest of that day I was depressed to not even talk to anyone. I don't think as much about it anymore but it did keep me up some nights afterwards.
     
    exactly two weeks ago my boyfriend and i broke up. we dated for 10 months, quite short but they were probably when i was the happiest i've ever been. toward the end of it, he grew distant, and i really didn't know what was happening or what to do. there was a point where we almost broke up, because basically he was losing his feelings toward me. he suggested we stop, but i told him that maybe we should try again in hopes to salvage what was lost and so we did only to find ourselves back in the same position. i tried to fight for our relationship but i knew that his heart wasn't in it anymore, so we ended it. i suppose the last few days of our relationship were more painful than the breakup itself. i felt alone because he never contacted me. when i tried to talk he would give me monotonous replies. my head was in complete turmoil and i spent every night crying myself to sleep because i didn't know how we got to where we were. after we broke up, it was the same feeling over again.. the incredible pain in my chest whenever i wake up in the morning and i realize he's no longer someone i can say good morning to. i cried for literally the entire day after we broke up, my eyes were incredibly swollen, i looked like a hideous alien and it didn't help that he seemed to be faring better than me. i harassed all my friends and had my mom sleep beside me every night before school began.
    lately though i've been doing better. i went out with my friends, we went laser tagging and i met new and nicer people and had been generally having a good time without him. it helps that we study in different universities so i don't have to get a sudden heart attack when i see him pop out of nowhere. i don't cry anymore, i can't even force myself to cry over it. i'm not as sad about it as i was during the first few days after the breakup/ i already accepted that he wanted something else, probably something better than me. but there are still mornings when i feel the weight of the loneliness in my chest and i have to repeatedly tell myself that it will get better soon to snap myself out of the melancholic trance i so often find myself trapped in.
     
    On the same day that I developed a blood clot on my spine (still trying to work through the nerve damage), my cat of twelve years died. ;_;
     
    Like most of my stories, this one also is about the military. I met a good friend in basic combat training named Levi "Big J" Johnson. We called him Big J because he was the biggest mother ****er in the entire company, not like fat but just muscular and tall. When we first arrived at the Reception Battalion people had alot of mixed feelings. Mostly of depression since that was the first being away from home for most of us. Big J was a really good leader. He helped calm everybody down and helped us forget about being away from home. When he was a civilian he was studying to become a deacon but his wife ended up getting pregnant so he decided to join the Army as a Chaplain's Assistant (Pretty much a military deacon/body guard/secretary) to better support his new child. You know, since he was so religious, it pretty much became a nightly ritual after the Drill Sergeants left for us all to hang around the laundry rooms and listen to him read off stories from the bible and just talk. I'm not a very religious person, but it still helps somehow. Well a few weeks later we were in the middle of doing a 4 mile run and for some reason Big J started to slow down and fall out of formation. The Drill Sergeants were screaming at him to get the **** back into formation but he ended up collapsing. We tried to stop and help him but our Drill Sergeants told us to keep on running, so we did. We didn't see him for the rest of the day. About 2 days later our company commander came out and announced to us that Big J died due to a heart attack. Now I'm sorry Big J, I know you weren't the type to give up but man if you feel something wrong with your heart STOP RUNNING! Who cares what the Drill Sergeants say, they'll get over it. Anyways, a lot of people broke down, including a female Drill Sergeant. My Drill Sergeant pulled us over to the side after the announcement and said "Look Privates, it's done and over with, nothing will bring him back and training isn't going to be any easier because of this. When you signed that contract you knew death would be a common issue. I'll be honest, it shocked me too, I never expected to lose a Private during training. But you guys might as well get used to it, this one's just the first." My Drill Sergeant was always very dramatic with his lectures. But to be fair, he did get hit by a RPG during Iraq.

    It is kind of weird though. I only knew Big J for 4 weeks, but his death was even sadder than my own grandpa's. And I was in the room with my grandpa when he died.
     
    outer space said:
    exactly two weeks ago my boyfriend and i broke up. we dated for 10 months, quite short but they were probably when i was the happiest i've ever been. toward the end of it, he grew distant, and i really didn't know what was happening or what to do. there was a point where we almost broke up, because basically he was losing his feelings toward me. he suggested we stop, but i told him that maybe we should try again in hopes to salvage what was lost and so we did only to find ourselves back in the same position. i tried to fight for our relationship but i knew that his heart wasn't in it anymore, so we ended it. i suppose the last few days of our relationship were more painful than the breakup itself. i felt alone because he never contacted me. when i tried to talk he would give me monotonous replies. my head was in complete turmoil and i spent every night crying myself to sleep because i didn't know how we got to where we were. after we broke up, it was the same feeling over again.. the incredible pain in my chest whenever i wake up in the morning and i realize he's no longer someone i can say good morning to. i cried for literally the entire day after we broke up, my eyes were incredibly swollen, i looked like a hideous alien and it didn't help that he seemed to be faring better than me. i harassed all my friends and had my mom sleep beside me every night before school began.
    lately though i've been doing better. i went out with my friends, we went laser tagging and i met new and nicer people and had been generally having a good time without him. it helps that we study in different universities so i don't have to get a sudden heart attack when i see him pop out of nowhere. i don't cry anymore, i can't even force myself to cry over it. i'm not as sad about it as i was during the first few days after the breakup/ i already accepted that he wanted something else, probably something better than me. but there are still mornings when i feel the weight of the loneliness in my chest and i have to repeatedly tell myself that it will get better soon to snap myself out of the melancholic trance i so often find myself trapped in.
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    it's a horrible feeling isnt it =( i hope you make a speedy recovery and find a great new guy =)
     
    Pike Queen said:
    On the same day that I developed a blood clot on my spine (still trying to work through the nerve damage), my cat of twelve years died. ;_;
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    I'm sorry for your lost, losing an important member like that can be fairly tough. I hope you recover from the blood clot alright.
     
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