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Blog Submitted by Mojizhi on 11/27/2011 at 6:14 AM Report Blog

 

Our wedding day morning, sunny and warm. Things are going well. The most important thing in my life time is coming. I wear a mother for my hand sewn beautiful silk dress, filled with joy and for the future.However, at this time, drunk father stagger came to me. Yes, this time, each bride is not without the father walking arm in arm with her hand, put her hand to Football Shirts Wholesalewholesale soccer jersey the groom. Father’s mouth out of spirits in the I was almost suffocated, he reached out his hand rolled up my arm that fall when nearly.

At the same time, the wedding march “sounded-is moving forward to go.I tried to disguise, put on beautiful smile, all out to support my father, and do not let him down. It should be walking arm in arm with my father, but now is I wear his body in moving forward. Each step he stepped on the hem of the dress I, let I constantly and make him together. Wait until I was holding the hand of the bridegroom standing at the altar, for me, the most important part of the wedding has to corrupt away. I am angry, the heart of La Liga football shirts wholesalethe received great damage. Heavens! The moment I decided to never forgive my father.In my memory, ever since I was a little girl up, father is a “alcoholic”.

His drink to our family influence is too big, his bad habits have been updated, finally one day led to his mother and the breakdown of her marriage. That day I saw his father placed him all things are loaded into the car. I don’t believe that he really want to leave us, ask a way: “dad, where you want to go?” He told me, “I found a job in the city, have to go there for Argentina National team jerseys a period of time, but I will come back soon.” He came over to BARCELONA tophug me, kiss my.My heart keeps a children’s hope, because he will one day be home. But, he never came back.After that, every Saturday I took my sister and his together again. I wish I could say those days are happy, but in fact, most of those days are spent in waiting.

We sat in the car, because the father will go to the pub “make some calls”. I to his resentment accumulate more deep, and sustained growth, and finally, on my wedding day reached the peak.I will never forgive father’s decision for 3 years, has been to give birth to its own son, I began to think a lot about father, father began to feel secure. I love my children, and he brought me endless joy. I saw my husband and I am, he continues to embrace son, gently to Cheap Barcelona away football shirtskiss him, sing a lullaby to him. Suddenly I think of my father, my childhood is also love my. I can’t help but era, era of cruel. I I overlooked no father won’t have my facts, and not how can I have my son? How can have the coming of the son to our great surprise? The surprise to exist in our life!!!!! I have never loved father, not to his gratitude.

 

 

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