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Well, my worst day was when i was christmas shopping and i was on my way to my car. once i got to where i parked my car i looked to over my left shoulder and it was being stolen by a man. so i ran to try and stop him but i tripped over those yellow street curbs and blacked out for a while. when i woke up i was getting pushed to a ambulance and when i got to the hopsital the nurse told me that my christmas gifts i bought were also stolen from me cause when they reached me i was empty handed and my wallet was stolen. A witness said that she called 911 but she saw no gift bags anywhere near me! so $1000.00 of gifts were stolen along with my new Acura tsx my husband got me for my birthday a week before.
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The night someone I trusted raped me.
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My worst day was last year. My dad cracked, he was under a lot of stress, and decided to take it out on my entire family. He just shouted at all of us for a while, he got very personal, made me and my mom cry. It got so bad I had to take my little sister out of the house, I didn't want her to witness that. Our relationship hasn't been the same as I haven't really forgiven him.
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November 25, 1978 - The day my mother died.
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I have two days May 18th Dec 28th I lost my son and my husband respectively.
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one of two 1. THe day we had to decide to remove hydration and nutrition from my mother. She had slipped into a coma after a 7 yr fight with ovarian cancer. She was septic from infection following an operation to remove a partial blockage of her bowels and the cancer had moved into the inside lining of the liver. If she had came out of the coma (unlikely) she would have had to have been place in a medically induced coma to control the pain. or 2. The day my mother died. I had taken the night shift at her bedside and we left the hospital at 6:30 to drive home to check on our youngest son and because my husband had a meeting he felt he couldn't miss for work. 45 minutes after we arrived home (90 minute drive home from the hospital) we got the call that my mom was gone. 45 fuck*ng minutes...I should have stayed.
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They day my ex physically abused me in front of my toddler. He went to jail. I knew I would lose my house, that my entire life was going to change hard and fast but I had to do it. That moment when the cop asked if I wanted to press charges I knew I had to. I said yes and it was like the shot of Hiroshima exploding. It was horrible. It had gone on too long. Things got far worse for awhile, then better. They go back and forth now. My ex is not stabilizing well and because he keeps missing visitation I may have to stop him from having it. Imagine my amazement that you have to even share custody with a wife beater but that's life in the USA. I only hope my ex just goes away at some point. I fall short of wishing him actual harm but if he just vaporized I would have a hard time not dancing for joy. I would somehow restrain myself.
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My Birthday. Every year. Last Year was the worse. My dog took a seizure so we spent 6 hours driving trying to find an emergency vet [was only 45 minutes away from home] ended up in New York... Later that day, my uncle passed away from a heart attack.
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You couldn't handle it.*
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I don't have one yet.
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When my dad slapped me...only once in 23 yr
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I would say my last ... I have had some bad motorcycle accidents and I have had some bad luck! ... Yet I have recovered and I have had a greater balance of good luck ... Whilst I am here to combat the challenges of an exciting time, it is my last day of a wonderful life which I will find the worst ... as I do so love life! Peace
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Being born in Estonia.
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DAY? Getting that 'visit' from the F.B.I.
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