fiery_saph

I've been with my partner now for 3 and a half years. he's 24, I'm 22. he moved out alone last year and i live with my mother. the first time I went to his mother house the first thing that hit me was the smell. it reeks. She smokes inside the house(she's renting, also me and bf are non-smokers) right next to the clean clothes that are drying on the clothes horse. she has a very neglected dog and a clearly malnourished cat that live inside all the time(i can't report because I'm the only one who see's that its a problem and don't want to cause issues in my relationship), the dog goes to the bathroom anywhere it pleases. I've been begging them to take the poor dog to the vet for 3 years because it has a huge lump on its side (chihuahua with a baseball sized lump). I hate the way my clothes reek when i leave her house after only an hour. whenever i stay the night there my hair turns greasy, even if I've just washed it the night before. I used to spend the time in our bedroom because when we weren't there she would leave the door closed so the air was fresher in there, the carpet wasn't as putrid as the rest of the house and the animals never came in. now she leaves the door open and lets the cat sleep on the bed and the dog sleep on the floor. We've been going there less frequently because my partner is sick of her asking for money when his sister who lives with her just bought a new car. but last Friday night we went to visit as it had been a month. i got there late trying to spend as little time there as possible, but within 15 minutes i got up to get my handbag so i could go shopping just to get out, right as i slept into our room i kicked a piece of dog poop. i almost vomited but managed to hold it back (not that i think it would cause much more damage to the carpet). i left and didn't come back for 3 hours, when i came back i sat on the couch and the dog came up and peed a foot away from me. she threw a towel on it and left the towel there overnight to soak it up, the next morning when i got up there was another poop right next to the towel. she never cleans anything except clothes and dishes.

another issue is that I was hospitalized on the 30th of October 2010 from drinking water at her house, it gave me the worst stomach pains I've ever had, and for months afterward i had to keep a strict diet until i recovered because of the damage it caused to my stomach lining. (they won't believe that it's the water, even though i only get the horrible stomach pains when i drink their water, and they all have IBS, which my partner mysteriously stopped getting after he moved out).

His birthday is coming up the weekend after next and he will want to stay there in order to see his mum, i don't want to stay there, but want to spend the time with him as we only see each other on weekends(we work far apart) and it will be his birthday after all. should i invite her to his apartment instead or is that just prolonging the inevitable talk i have to have with him?

How do you tell someone you can't stand their mothers house? does this make me a horrible person?

my partner and his family have this dog, she's somewhere around 12-15 years old, she's a Jack Russell x chihuahua, almost blind from cataracts, has no control over her bladder, has worms, mange(or something that looks like mange), fleas, dermatitis(again or something that looks that way), and all of her claws are over grown, twisted and cracking. she also has a huge lump on her side about the size of a tennis ball which is quite substantial for such a small dog.

all of this and my partners mum wont take her to the vets, wont trim her claws, wont get her some flea shampoo or mange or dermatitis wash treatment. wont get her any worming tablets. and likes to pretend she's absolutely fine. all because she doesn't want to lose her.

i admit, if they took her to the vet the vet would probably put her down, but isn't it better to put the dog down for so that it can find peace than to keep it alive for your own sake?

do i report this? take the dog to a vet myself? or just let it be?

the site lists an option for windows xp and windows vista, but i have windows7... what should i do?

it uses a little yellow lion as it's symbol, it's has a company in australia...

I'm giving a speech on the matter tomorrow afternoon, and I'm very strongly opinionated, I've only just stopped to consider that I never asked anyone what their opinion was on the matter. So I'm wondering, do you think the government should, or should not, give a subsidy for couples receiving the I.V.F. treatment? and why do you hold this view?

personally I am against the subsidy. (also i'm not sure if I'm spelling subsidy right). I wont say why, as I fear too many people will go automatically into defence mode rather than an open discussion.

Did you enjoy the book? and what are your opinions on both the book and Kristin Cashore as a writer?

as far as I knew broke was the past tense of brake, so how can you have a broker?

I don't call myself a wroter?

My horse has full hearts but I still haven't been able to ride it, as I don't know which button I need to press.

(please don't say 'x') I have the Wii version so there is no 'x' button.

If anyone has the Wii version, and knows how to ride the horse can you please tell me?

who will the world revolve around?

i've been with my partner for a few months now... we never bothered to count because we never made it official until one day i was like "can i call u my bf?"

and yeah...

the point is, when he's writing he becomes very very distant...

its like i'm not even there...

i'll come in and sit down and say hi, and he wont even blink...

i know that he still loves me and thinks of me every day because every day i find a new deep and meaningful poem about how much i mean to him...

i've spoken to him, and he says that he's pretty sure he'd notice me if i came in, but if he's negelected to say something he's sorry... and yet he keeps doing it...

i can walk into the room naked and he wouldn't notice...

i know he can't always pay me the attention i crave, but other than dinner thats basically the only time we really talk. he works all day, writes until late and then goes straigh to sleep.

=[ my heart is hurting... what can i do?

one day upon my way to saint ives i came across a man,

this man had 7 wives,

and each wife had 7 sacks,

each sack held 7 cats,

each cat had 7 kits,

and each kit had 7 lives,

but how many were going to saint ives?

volcanic eruptions, earth quakes, deadly stroms, killer waves, and even cause ruptures in the ice of both north and south poles?

his symptoms include(in his words):

massive cramps

really dizzy

cant stand up without wanting to puke

and a massive headache

he's currently living interstate and his mother wont take him to the doctors. he's my baby brother, please help? anything that i can tell him to do to get better? even if i can just find out what's wrong... please...

when i am at school, ppl used to ask if i was ok and i'd say yes, no matter how much i wanted to scream no... now i ask fine all the time just so they wont ask... but by not lying, am i lying?

i have always loved christmas and still do... i always loved the feelings of togetherness...

for a few years now i've had friends come to christmas dinner with their families too... this year however i will be all alone...

i lost a friend earlier this year and my friends have all decided that we shouldn't carry on the tradition without her...

i am no longer allowed to see my older sister so she wont be here...

i lost unfortunatly my younger sister this year too... so she will not be here to make me smile and to give me my christmas hug when i awaken...

my mother will be over seas and my brother will be with his girlfriend...

my father and step mother will be inter state...

so i will be all on my own...

how can i be happy this christmas?

am i doomed to have the ony day i've ever fully appreciated, become one filled with cold sorrow?

how can i be so alone?

i gave my life savings to my favourite charity...

i'm only young but it was still quite a large amount...

i don't know why i did it... but i did...

i don't feel any satisfaction...

i still want to help them but i can't...

can i?

classic base, sun dried tomato paste, ground chilli, cheese, whole sundried tomatoes and oragano?

it's like... when ever i'm crying they just shrug and walk away without even asking if i'm ok. my mother(whom i live with) leaves my brother and i at home for weeks whilst she goes on business trips. she cut off all our connections to my older sister. when i was in hospital with cancer they didn't even bother to visit me. my little sister recently committed suicide and last week at a family conference my mother turned to me and asked "where is faiten? late again? will u go retrieve her?"... i ran out of the room crying and ended up violently sick, my brother said she merely shrugs and continued to discuss new wine recipe for the family company. my father made me scrub the skin off my arm to get the writing off so that i would not embarrass him when his clients came to dinner. they know these things hurt me (physically and emotionally) but they just, don't care. why? ...do they hate me?

i posted a question, i honestly needed help...

someone assumed that my problems r because my parents allow me to get away with too much... perhaps if they had cared not to make this assumption and actually think why my parents let me get away with stuff then they might actually see that there is more meaning behind it... people assume that i'm saying stuff to make myself sound bigger and better... but i'm not, i'm simply telling how i feel... could anyone... anyone at all tell me why people have this nature of assuming things?

everyone keeps turning to me for advice and telling me they're going to kill themselves. i've been diagnosed with bi-polar depression, so perhaps that explains some of the following: i've been randomly getting angry at people, and randomly bursting into tears, i've quit drinking because i found myself drunk more often than sober, which is bad and illegal for my age, i find myself constantly wanting to have sex with 2 of my guy friends and i absolutaly hate my mother and father(i resent the fact that i can't call them "mum and dad" without being grounded) i feel ugly even when i'm at a photo shoot, i feel fat even when i'm told that i need to gain some weight, and when i'm at fencing training i get so much rage that alot of my opponents wont fight me for fear of injury... why is all of this happening? i don't understand, it scares me, i've never not understood anything before... could this be a stress reaction, from finding my sister dead? or seeing my friend get hit by a car? help?