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2 Pip Scribbling around in the muck on your hands and knees. That 's not a good look. Xolelwa. I don 't blame myself! I blame Lebo! She sold me! It 's like it 's happening now... Where is she? Is she okay? Sphe is pregnant. Look, I know it changes things, but not between us. We 're perfectly fine. - Have some tea. - Thank you, but you really didn 't have to. I wanted to. It 's so lovely to have you back. Living in this house... full of men. No ways. I 'd like us to have dinner at…

He invited me to go back inside and sit at my table and I couldn 't reject him. We took our seats and I became so uncomfortable because we were the center of everyone 's attention. He ordered more champagne for me and we continued with our conversation. We talked about so many things regarding the company and our careers, but deep inside, I was curious to know his frustrations and why would a man like him would be dating a woman if he had other interests, I really wanted to know but I didn 't…

A situation where I experienced all six stages of Brommel’s Stages of the Conflictual Process is with an ex-boyfriend of two years. In the beginning of our dating process he had an ex-girlfriend that he still had feelings for which influenced him to stay in contact with her without my knowledge. Four months in he disappeared on me and cut all communication off with me. I then discovered that it was due to him returning to dating his ex-girlfriend. This made me livid. But after two weeks he…

Do you want some dinner soon? You haven 't eaten much, have you?" He asked. I frowned. "If you want to." "I 'm going to make you some hot chocolate" he said, getting up. I paused the Kardashians to get up and follow him into the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools at the counter. "You didn 't have to come, babe" he said. I shrugged. "I wanted to be with you." He smiled at me and started making some hot chocolate on the stove. He set a mug down on the counter in front of me when he was…

compliments. It 's because I believe in you. I 'll love you... and support you every step of the way. That 's all I can offer you for now. And that 's what I appreciate more than anything else. My love. Sometimes... one must make sure one 's expectations... aren 't too high, because... one will be disappointed. What are you talking about, my love? Rachel. I woke up happy, thinking that she 's coming home for the holidays. Mma, isn 't she coming home? She sent me an SMS, saying she 's…

The other day, my devoted mother texted me to assure my well-being was not at stake. Many may not see the significance of this text; however, my mother was derived from the Baby Boomer Generation, therefore she is not fond of the technology realm. I told her I wasn 't okay. She attempted to continue texting me despite her having odd formatting and grammatical errors in her text. Later, this led to a phone call and the last thing she told me was "Don 't forget to pray and I love you." It was…

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow” (William Shakespeare). What is a best friend? To me a best friend is someone you can rely on for everything and anything, especially when the times get tough. It is someone who loves you unconditionally. Someone who will wipe away your tears and not only tell you everything will be OK, but will guide you into a new stage of happiness. But most of all a…

like she did not want to be to see it., I assume she has not shown any papers to you one? "I nodded no. "I do not think so. Was better find, can be something that can cause them to get worse than better. Simply think about what I said, I 'll see you in the morning." She got up, took her book, tray with tea and cups and walks away. What could she be hiding from me? What could she be hiding from me, the one who really loves her? I find out soon enough, and set her back on the right…

The Beginning of a New Me It was the 2nd semester of 11th grade when I realized what kind of an irresponsible immature I was. I was an ungrateful person who didn’t care about no one else but herself. School was not important not at all. I rarely attended to any of my classes it was boring in my opinion. I was lazy never did my homework if I did attend to class it was always late. I was never home I was always with my “friends”. I never listened to my mom I was just a rebelled teenager who…

before. I write in it so years from now we can look back at it and remember different times we may have forgotten. I want to document our lives and keep it going for as long as we are together. Maybe one day, when we are gone from this world, someone else will find our love story and read it. Maybe one day the life we had, that is and will be full of love, will inspire someone else to fall in love. I have read countless love stories. I have heard countless love songs. I have watched countless…