WHAT ARE YOU LIKE AT TELLING STORIES ? IF YOU'RE ANY GOOD ..TELL US YOUR LIVE STORY ! (80)
gillyloves69london, Greater London, England UK1,533 Threads 7 Polls 7,359 Poststhis thread is for people thats got something to say themselves !
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gillyloves69: this thread is for people thats got something to say themselves !
Hi Gilly
I would tell ya my life story but........
I feel like i've already done that recently and all those on cs are prolly sick of me!
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joshtaal: Hi Gilly
I would tell ya my life story but........I feel like i've already done that recently and all those on cs are prolly sick of me!
I would tell ya my life story but........I feel like i've already done that recently and all those on cs are prolly sick of me!
hi jostaal !
sick of you ?..certainly not !...you're an ideal candidate !
i'm going to complete page 8 section 2 later on ( just got home after being away last night )!
you can start by telling us the early years if you want and then we can cut and paste the other into if you want !
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gtbulldog2: Hello GillyGloves
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gillyloves69: hi jostaal !
sick of you ?..certainly not !...you're an ideal candidate !
i'm going to complete page 8 section 2 later on ( just got home after being away last night )!
you can start by telling us the early years if you want and then we can cut and paste the other into if you want !
sick of you ?..certainly not !...you're an ideal candidate !
i'm going to complete page 8 section 2 later on ( just got home after being away last night )!
you can start by telling us the early years if you want and then we can cut and paste the other into if you want !
Hi again Gilly
Maybe i'll begin my life story here tomorrow, I have had a busy day & am gonna turn in early.
cya tomorrow
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joshtaal: Hi again Gilly
Maybe i'll begin my life story here tomorrow, I have had a busy day & am gonna turn in early.
cya tomorrow
Maybe i'll begin my life story here tomorrow, I have had a busy day & am gonna turn in early.
cya tomorrow
don't forget ..it would really help if you can add some photo's to describe some of the scenes that you talk about !
have you got any photo'of the house you were bought up in ? ( thats ony if your family are no longer living there or it can't be indentified )
!
would love to see ' the creek ' you use to play at as a kid
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joshtaal: Hi again Gilly
Maybe i'll begin my life story here tomorrow, I have had a busy day & am gonna turn in early.
cya tomorrow
Maybe i'll begin my life story here tomorrow, I have had a busy day & am gonna turn in early.
cya tomorrow
there's also a simular 'old thread ' you might like ;;;;;
its called
tell us your life story thread !..the thread for people thats got a lot to say about themselves
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Hi Gilly
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
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I was born in Ethiopia ... I moved around alot all over the world (military brat until 7-yrs old) .... moved around a lot again but only throughout HSV, AL (mom kept getting evicted while I was growing up) ... graduated high school ... moved around alot again (could not decide where I wanted to live) ... had two kids in the meantime ... settled down finally back in HSV, AL with my two boys, three dogs and three cats 
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i won't tell my story..
i will keep playing the role of the " mysterious girl"
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joshtaal: Hi Gilly
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
smb will be waiting impatiently for part II....
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joshtaal: Hi Gilly
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
Well, where to start.......
hmmmmmm 1969 maybe??
Born in the summer of 69 (Brian Adams sung that song for me)
My mother was a single catholic teenager who had gone deaf from meningitis at age 7. My Oma (grandmother) was adamant that I needed to be raised by a mother and father, and owing to the fact that my mother didn't know who my father was, it became obvious that I should be adopted out.
My uncle wanted to adopt me & raise me as his own, never to tell me the truth, but my mother was set on adopting me out of the family all together because she did not want to be reminded of her mistake every day, nor could she have handled seeing her son raised by someone in her own family & keep such a secret.
I was placed in foster care until a good staunch catholic family could be found to adopt me.
My foster mother took very good care of me & over the next year I came to know only her as my primary caregiver, whenever I had visitation with my birth mother I would stop walking and talking and wouldn't even respond when spoken to.
After my first birthday my birth mother informed my foster mother that she was pregnant again and she couldn't face trying to raise another child while my fate was still uncertain. It was obvious to her that I had bonded with my foster mother, so she asked her to adopt me. My foster mother was worried about it as she knew of my Oma's need to find a catholic family for me & she wasn't catholic, far from it.
Eventually my birth mother convinced my foster mother to adopt me & with the agreement that I would always have contact with my Oma, the adoption was finalised in 1971.............
To be continued........
hi jostaal !
thanks a lot for joining this thread !
there's lots to talk about here !...also about your last 2 replies on the...
' whats the 3 biggest mistakes you've made in your life ?..and what did you learn from it ? ' thread
on page 8 section 1 and 2
not sure what one to answer first today ..but will chat later !
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i'm not sure who's talking to who on this thread ! i'm assuming that the people talking to me would say " hi or hello gilly "
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Then one day she thought she had met someone special, and began to fall in love with him.. They got married and had two more children. But the man she loved began to lie and cheat, he slept with many of her 'friends' and many of the woman in the small town. Drank too much, never came home, gambled all their money.. then one day he hit her. At first not often, but the more he did it, the more often it happened and the more and more violent it became. Then he didn't care when and where it happened, he didn't care that the children were screaming for him to stop, he didn't care that they saw and watched in horror.
The girl had many trips to the hospital. He used to beat her and kick her around the house, sometimes he would try to stop her breathing, other times he would burn her with cigarettes. Throw things at her, heavy things, small things, any things. Many times during those 10 yrs she thought she was breathing in her last breath. She was still very skinny, but he would tell her how fat and ugly she was, and how she was no good at anything.. that she couldn't get nothing right... and that she had no friends, the ones she had were only there because they felt sorry for her, not because they liked anything about her. He took away everything she had, and her self confidence and self esteem seeped away until there was nothing left at all.. she was shadow of the person she once was.
She tried to muster the courage to leave many times, be he always knew, alwasy threatened, always blackmailed.
Many times she thought of taking her own life, but the thought of what would happen to her children always stopped her. So she turned to cannabis.. to keep her dull and numb inside. Eventually she smoked it all day everyday.. to stop her caring.to stop her 'feeling' ..
He was always mean and cruel to the children, he bullied them almost constantly. But one day he started to beat them like he did their mother... and one day the girl began to worry about what SHE may do if he ever touched them again. She would beg and cry and plead for him to stop (as she did when he beat her).. But she realised now, she could feel inside, that she was going to snap.. she had become very mentally unstable and was terrified of what she may do to him if he ever laid a finger on them again. She was READY to kill him the next time.. She was so scared she would, she would move all the sharp knives away from the counter because she was so frightened she would just grab one and the the rest would be a blurr.
So she devised a plan to put a stop to it before she ended up in prison and her beautiful damaged children in care.
The girl had many trips to the hospital. He used to beat her and kick her around the house, sometimes he would try to stop her breathing, other times he would burn her with cigarettes. Throw things at her, heavy things, small things, any things. Many times during those 10 yrs she thought she was breathing in her last breath. She was still very skinny, but he would tell her how fat and ugly she was, and how she was no good at anything.. that she couldn't get nothing right... and that she had no friends, the ones she had were only there because they felt sorry for her, not because they liked anything about her. He took away everything she had, and her self confidence and self esteem seeped away until there was nothing left at all.. she was shadow of the person she once was.
She tried to muster the courage to leave many times, be he always knew, alwasy threatened, always blackmailed.
Many times she thought of taking her own life, but the thought of what would happen to her children always stopped her. So she turned to cannabis.. to keep her dull and numb inside. Eventually she smoked it all day everyday.. to stop her caring.to stop her 'feeling' ..
He was always mean and cruel to the children, he bullied them almost constantly. But one day he started to beat them like he did their mother... and one day the girl began to worry about what SHE may do if he ever touched them again. She would beg and cry and plead for him to stop (as she did when he beat her).. But she realised now, she could feel inside, that she was going to snap.. she had become very mentally unstable and was terrified of what she may do to him if he ever laid a finger on them again. She was READY to kill him the next time.. She was so scared she would, she would move all the sharp knives away from the counter because she was so frightened she would just grab one and the the rest would be a blurr.
So she devised a plan to put a stop to it before she ended up in prison and her beautiful damaged children in care.
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and she's still a talker..
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and that was the concise in a nutshell version..
that's not for the sympathy vote.. we ALL have stories.. it just is what it was.
History.. ::dusts hands:: ..
It made me who I am. .. So that's a good thing.. (I think haha)
that's not for the sympathy vote.. we ALL have stories.. it just is what it was.
History.. ::dusts hands:: ..
It made me who I am. .. So that's a good thing.. (I think haha)
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Claayer: and that was the concise in a nutshell version..
that's not for the sympathy vote.. we ALL have stories.. it just is what it was .
History.. ::dusts hands:: ..
It made me who I am. .. So that's a good thing.. (I think haha)
that's not for the sympathy vote.. we ALL have stories.. it just is what it was .
History.. ::dusts hands:: ..
It made me who I am. .. So that's a good thing.. (I think haha)
It sure does sweetie
... and you have a great way of expressing urself also... thanks for sharing 
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Aries01: It sure does sweetie ... and you have a great way of expressing urself also... thanks for sharing
haha thank you.. it was a bit 'rushed' as I'm at work..
norty me
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Claayer: haha thank you.. it was a bit 'rushed' as I'm at work..
norty me
norty me
So still have the lil twinge of naughtiness
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