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What would you do if you found your husband who's 40 in bed with a girl between the ages of 18-21?
What would you do if you found your husband who's 40 in bed with a girl between the ages of 18-21?

The girls blonde, young everything he would like and i even found texts on his phone where he told her she was hotter than me, and would prefer her over me, could this be true or could he just be telling her that?

And she said things like shes skint and he says he will take her shopping and his credit card bill was so much higher than usual
You stop at the fact that you found your hubby in bed with another woman ..... none of the other details matter!

1) You make a solid plan to get out of this marriage and you put that plan into place as quickly as possible.

2) You stop having sex with this man as you now know he has exposed you to who knows what.
What is the name of this soft rock song?
There's a saxaphone playing and it is sung by a female. I'm pretty sure that it is about love. I'm also pretty sure in the music video there's a blonde girl on a bed (maybe pink + heart shaped)

A little bit of it was also played during 103.5 QM/FM's commercial. I could not find a link to the commercial however
do you have any idea of the time period of the tune? was it a hit or is it obscure? Where might I have heard it?

-AE
What do you think of this writing?
The room was dark and quiet, due to the fact that it was four in the morning. A pair of eyes flew open, sparkling with delight. Their owner leaped up out of bed eagerly and skipped over to the wall, flicking a light switch up. Brightness exploded through the room.
The only other person in the room, a girl with long blonde hair, stirred in her bed. A groan escaped her.
“Stella! Turn off the light!” Her voice was hoarse, and she cleared her throat before flipping over and burying her face in her pillow.
The other girl, Stella, did not oblige. She scurried over to sit on the blonde girl’s bed. “But I can’t go back to sleep now! Courtney, do you know what today is?”
“Of course I know what today is,” mumbled Courtney into the pillow. “I’ve only been waiting for today for a few years.”
Stella bounced up and down. “So then aren’t you excited? She’s finally coming! We’ll all be here now!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m real excited,” stated Courtney in a monotone. “I just need to sleep a little more, okay? Go bother somebody else.”
Stella shrugged and stood up, skipping out of the room. The door lead to a much larger room, circular with silvery gray walls. There were several other doorways at various points around this circle. Stella chose the one directly across from the bedroom she had just come from, flinging the door open and entering it.
This room was identical to the other bedroom, with two twin size beds. Stella started toward the one closer to her, then seemed to decide against it and headed to the other.
“Seth?” she whispered, kneeling down beside it.
The boy in the bed did not respond. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes shut tight, tawny hair mussed into tangles.
“Seth,” she tried again, shaking his shoulder.
This time, the boy’s eyelids fluttered open slowly and he yawned groggily. “Stella? What’s wrong?”
Stella shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong. But, I just- I woke up, and it’s today, it’s finally here! So I can’t go back to sleep, of course. And Courtney wouldn’t talk to me. And, well, Acer wouldn’t…”
Seth smirked. “Yeah. Acer wouldn’t.” He stretched his arms out in front of him. “All right, little Stel, I’ll get up and entertain you if I must.” He reached out a hand and messed up Stella’s hair.
She grinned but drew back. “Hey, I’m not that little.”
Seth flipped back his comforter and stepped out of bed. He looked down purposefully at Stella, whose height was about equal to his shoulder. “Really?”
Stella scowled. “I’m just about five feet now.”
“Wow, that sure is impressive. I think I was five feet tall when I was about… ten.”
“Oh, shut up.”
A grumble came from across the room, in the other bed. “Yes, shut up. Both of you. Some of us around here actually feel the need to sleep.”
Seth started out the door. “Come on, Stella. Acer needs his beauty sleep.” A projectile flew through the air from Acer’s bed towards Seth, but he closed the door just as Stella slid through, avoiding any injuries.
They were back in the silvery circular room now. They settled into two of the many puffy armchairs in one area of the room.
“So when will Jade get here?” Stella asked anxiously.
“Not for a while. I think her father will probably wait until the end of the day, or at least after she’s gone to school. It is her last birthday, after all. It should have some memories.”
Stella nodded solemnly. “Do you remember yours?”
“Yeah,” said Seth, not meeting Stella’s eyes but instead gazing at the floor. “Four years ago. I can’t believe I’ve been here for four years.”
“Was it really lonely, when you were by yourself?”
“I guess it was. I can’t really remember those first years. Then Courtney came. And then Acer and you. So I wasn’t alone for all that long.”
“I remember coming here,” mused Stella. “My aunt got me a car for my birthday. I never even got to drive it.”
Seth didn’t respond, still gazing downward thoughtfully.
“Do you ever wish you could go back?” Stella whispered.
This broke Seth out of his trance, and he whipped around to face his companion. “No. We’re meant to do this, to be here; you know that.”
Stella looked taken aback. “Of course I know that, Seth,” she said sharply. “But I’m just saying… sometimes I wish that I had simply been born a normal person who could live their life how they wanted. You know?”
Seth shook his head. “This is how I want to live my life,” he said.




This is the beginning of a story/novel that I'm writing. I just wanted to see what people thought of my writing style. Thanks..!
You start off with someone waking up. It's a BAD way to start it off. So cliched and overdone.

It's too wordy. Too much. I don't mind the details and descriptions and all of that, but this is too much. This is taking too far. Simple is better in your case.

A lot of adverbs. I don't want to see so many of them.

I'm wondering why she clears her throat after she speaks. >.>

There's no real hook here. It's not all that very interesting. I'm not seeing where or why I should continue reading this...
About blonde girls?
Its very true that blondes are really stupid and they like to be in bed with someone all the time. in my secondry school. nearly everyweek something use to go on in the toilets like a girl giving a boy(like Bj) and it always used to be a blond girl.
if it happened to you would you still whine about it. pimp indeed.
I remember seeing a ghost girl praying next to my bed?
This happened in like january before school. I somehow awoke from my sleep and looked at the side of my bed. I saw a blonde girl long hair, I couldn't see her face and she was praying on the side of my bed with her hands on my bed. Then the alarm went off a second later and she was gone. Later I talked to a friend about what happened and he said his cousin died 1 or 2 days ago. He described everything I saw. So, am I crazy or seeing demons/ghosts? Btw I used the ouija board before. But I don't think it has anything to do with this. I believe in god and catholic.
It could be another spirit, because I don't see why your friends cousin would appear to you, unless you are really close to your friends cousin. And it is your house. If it is really his/her cousin don't you think the spirit would appear to the loved ones in their home? So I think its another spirit in "your" place/home.

And when you said you can't see her face, do you mean no eyes, nose, mouth, like it was just black? Because I saw a young girl too in my room 8 years ago and couldn't see her face.. she's just saying "come with me..." and reaching for my hand..
Song Help for people in Central Florida?
I live in central florida and there is a commercial for bright house on demand and its for the tampa bay area. In the commercial they talk about music videos you can watch and the clip they show is of a blonde girl sitting on a bed and she is saying "and now i realize.." I have never heard of the song but I really want to know what it is called. If anyone has seen the commercial and knows what I'm talking about please let me know!
I've wondered the same thing! Crazy timing that you just posted this before I searched it. Yeah... but I don't know what it is. I'll letcha know if I do find out.
GIRLS PLEASE read this, yes the WHOLE thing?
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have
I read this whole thing. I'm a guy even though it seemed to be directed at girls. I am definitely looking for one of those girls myself, but unfortunately I haven't found one or she hasn't found me. I'm not one of the typical guys that you mentioned above though that would rather go to a bar and get a trashy girl, but I am one of those guys that really feel like these girls don't exist (at least for me). I wouldn't be dumb enough to throw something away that good either. How am I to find one if they are in 'disguise' as the paragraph reads? Maybe it's the other way around. Even though us guys may want a girl like that...those girls aren't looking for a guy that is actually looking for that. Sounds weird, but tell me how many times have you met a sweet girl who is with this d-bag of a guy.
Who played the girl in the end of supernatural season 2 episode 15?
the black headed one not the blonde girl that were on the bed
I think it was Angela Chase, you can check it out here: www.imdb.com/title/tt0939444/
Repost for girls that didnt get to read it let me know what you think?
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have
THANK YOU SO MUCH for this!
It actually made me cry a little. I'm going to print this out and hang it on my wall to remind myself that it may not always be me. I asked a question related to what you just wrote; I always wonder are guys attracted to me? What am I doing wrong? Yet, get friends and others telling me how pretty, intelligent, nice, etc. I am. I believe it and then I see my crush with a girl who treats him like crap and wonder, should I be like that? What you wrote really inspired me not to give in nor give up!

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