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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:35 am 
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Here is something new. A chance for members to share their best and worst memories!


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:19 pm 
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Bad memories... Yes, this is a good one.. Years ago I had a girlfriend, and I replaced her old banger of a car worth about 120 quid with a KA worth about 2000, I decided to buy it for her on finance...

Anyway, I was halfway through the payments when she decided she wanted to end the relationship. (she'd got someone else lined up)

We went to the local pub where she told me I was weak, and that I needed to accept the relationship was over, then she left me there, driving off in the car I was still paying for! Nice touch!

So I was in a bit of a state, still paying for the car, whilst she was telling me to move on and to get a knew life, all the time she was still driving around in the KA

Eventually, I snapped and things got very nasty! She would not return the car, and when it was returned it was dented (this happened before though) She would not return the documents so I couldn't return the car to the finance company, and had to keep paying monthly! Eventually she relented, but by then I'd really got very angry with her and hired a solicitor to chase her down for the whole cost of the finance I'd paid!

However, eventually I relented and withdrew the claim. Still, I suppose I had the last laugh because when I was teaching, I found out that her new boyfriend was two timing her with a friend of one of my students, he liked teenagers! Sometime later a friend of mine met her whilst speed dating! :lol:

I have no grudges against her now, and don't hate her either, that kind of feeling makes you weak.

It was all very tragic, but it could have been worse! Some of her family and a friend of hers have actually said sorry to me, so that helped.

Anyway that has got the ball rolling! :roll:


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:25 pm 
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God! What a nightmare! I hope you gave her hell on earth, I would have chased her for every penny, she sounds like a right... Best not to swear as the site is child friendly :oops:

Made me laugh that your friend met her speed dating :lol:

I hope he told her off! Although I wouldn't waste my breath on someone like that unless I'd got halitosis! :mrgreen:

Anyway, great website! I've really enjoyed everything on here.

I hope you all keep up the great work!


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:14 pm 
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I did give her hell Morcini, but on reflection hatred saps your strength and makes you a weak character. I'm quite happy to forgive her now, however she is unable to forgive me, although that is not my problem, she is the one with all the problems. :roll:


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:51 pm 
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Forgive you??? :? Eh? Don't get it. Forget her forgiveness, whatever you said, or did she deserved it! If I was buying someone a car, and they dumped me the way way she dumped you, she wouldn't have driven off in the thing, makes me fume I can tell you! :twisted:


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PostPosted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 11:41 pm 
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I had a girlfriend who did exactly the same to me! She got what she deserved tho, what goes around and comes around. She was a vile person. Fortunately I'm happily married now. My take on it is this, could have been worse u coulda been stuck with her your whole life. Plenty of decent girls out there, I've got one! A diamond in the rough :D


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PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 4:22 pm 
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Maybe this thread should be reawakened. I'd love to see what people write about their good or bad memories and, of course, tell a few stories myself. So, here's a start:

My sister, who was about four and a half years older than me, had told my mum she knew Father Christmas/Santa Claus didn't exist. Apparently, my mum was very upset. Looking back, she seemed to love the magic and mystery that surrounded Christmas and my sister and I were both completely sold on the idea that it was all real. At this point in my life, I was still far too young to be able to understand that it was impossible, and also highly illegal, for a strange, fat man with a white beard to enter our house without, firstly, being battered by my dad and then arrested soon after.

I remember noticing a change in my mum. She wasn't looking forward to Christmas with the same enthusiasm. When I asked if Father Christmas could get me the presents I'd asked for, she wasn't interested in the slightest in reassuring me that he'd do his best.

As we walked to the shops one day, I asked her again about my Christmas presents. After some silence, she spouted, ''I don't know...I still have to give him the money for it all you know and I might not have enough to pay for it anyway''. I was shocked. I didn't know my mum had to pay for the presents. So, I asked her if Father Christmas would be able to, at least, get the present I wanted most (I forget what it was now). Anyway, she growled a bit and then yanked my hand (which she was holding -I was only small). She glared into my eyes and shouted, ''There is no Father Christmas...it's me...it's ALL ME!''.

I can remember this like it was yesterday. I remember the indifference my disappointment was met with and the disturbed look on my mum's face as she went on to tell me Christmas was just something she endured, rather than enjoyed. I felt reallly cheated. It was like I wasn't worth it. If she didn't have to make an effort for my sister, she couldn't be bothered to do it for just me.

Needless to say, I received far less that year in the way of presents and each item was given to me along with a harsh stare, a full description of the trouble it took to go and buy it and the full cost! The whole atmosphere was one of begrudged kindness. I was even told not to tell any of my friends that Father Christmas didn't exist, because they were too young to find out and she didn't like to think they might be upset.

May I take this opportunity to thank you for your overwhelming concern for my friends, mum.

It goes without saying that, from that point onwards, Christmas was a bit shit.


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PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2011 6:51 pm 
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I was an only child, and my whole life my dad sacrificed at Christmas time to give mom and me extra special gifts. He'd cut down on smoking, have one less beer on the weekend, all to spoil us at Christmas.

Whenever I asked what HE wanted, he's shrug and say he didn't need anything. Every... bloody... year.

So for years, what did you get your dad? Socks? T-shirts? A belt? But every present from me - he's unwrap it, look thrilled and smile and said thank you like I'd bought him a car!

Finally, one year, when I asked what he wanted he said a necklace. Now THIS was unusual. Dad was a machinist, and did NOT wear jewelry. Ever. Wedding bands were dangerous in his profession - they could get caught in a machine and rip your finger off. And he thought bracelets and necklaces were too feminine.

But, he'd seen a fitted, silver rope chain on the neck of one of his co-workers and fancied it.

I was still in High School, and had just gotten a job, so I saved and saved and saved.

Every Christmas dad would squeeze his packages and guess "socks"... "golf balls"... "a t-shirt"... Well, this year, I switched it up. I wrapped individual golf balls in coffee cups that we had in the cupboard. I rolled socks and wrapped them in huge boxes, all so he couldn't guess what was what.

He opened all his boxes and laughed at my little trick. But when we got to the last package, he felt it, shook it and said "It's a jewelry box with a silver rope necklace".

What dad didn't know was I'd saved enough to try in my own little way to repay all his Christmas kindnesses. I bought him a 14K solid gold necklace.

He tore the paper off the jewelry box and smiled. Then he pulled open the drawer and took out the necklace.

My fondest memory of my childhood is the look on my dad's face when he saw that chain. He did a double take, then he cried, which he seldom ever did. Then I cried, and mom cried and we were a mess for a minute or two while he scolded me for "wasting" my money on a gold chain for him when a silver chain would have been perfectly lovely.

Through my tears I tried to explain that I couldn't think of a better use for my money than to give him something he would never think to buy for himself. Something he more than deserved, and something from my heart.

Truth be told, that was the best Christmas gift I ever GOT... and my best Christmas ever.

God Bless you dad... xo


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PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:43 pm 
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I felt sad reading these, and happy too, good contrast, but hope others share. I love Christmas, and I loved my dad. It's interesting how closely you can relate to others who are so far away.


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PostPosted: Tue May 03, 2011 12:20 am 
Good: Without a doubt, my best memory is the day my little girl was born. The birth went very smoothly and I was so proud. My life made sense at that moment. I had a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter and things were about as good as I could've hoped for.

Bad: A little over two years later, my wife was lying on her death bed, dying of cancer. I sat with her, holding her hand. I don't know if she knew I was there or not because she wasn't opening her eyes any more, let alone speaking. The sound of her breathing slowing to a stop is fresh in my mind. I don't want to forget it though. All of the memories, good and bad, are interwoven so if one was to go, they'd all have to go. Learning to live with it is all can do.


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