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16 hours ago, HaloJustinBieber said:

My mid-50's brother just recently (last summer) got married.  Things, not surprisingly, aren't going well.  She is the type of person who turns to Facebook to completely attack my brother when he is falling short of her expectations.  My view of her before their marriage was that she had the potential to be toxic, but was hoping for the best.  However, her late-night drunken posts have proven to be both entertaining (like car-wreck entertaining) and cringe worthy.  Many times she has deleted the post by the next morning but the damage is already done by that point.  Reminds me of the Peyts Mom posts whenever I see a new post by my S-i-L.

Don't describe it to us. Screencap and post it here.

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7 hours ago, Taylor said:

I thought all those were at the bottom of the ocean.

Actually, they are sent to third world countries. Any t-shirts produced for champions who aren't were at one time simply destroyed. Then, the companies that make them found out that they could take a tax writeoff by donating them and sending them overseas. You may see kids in Africa and impoverished areas of Asia wearing World Champion Buffalo Bills t-shirts.

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Here is some light reading.  I don't know the person who posted this.  No paragraph breaks.

 

In memory of my son David who I lost this past July
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.let's see who actually read all of it.

As a child survivor of a step-parent who committed suicide, I would beg anyone who feels this low to reach out - try harder before you make that drastic life-altering step.

For anyone that feels this way

Could 1 friend, please copy and repost (not share)?

We are trying to demonstrate that someone's always listening.

#SuicideAwareness 1-800-273-8255

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It kind of romanticizes the act of suicide as if all these people would show they cared, that her life was meaningful, when in fact the mean girls would smirk, the boy that did the teasing wouldn't give a shit, the ex would probably play the wounded duck to get a blowjb from his new girlfriend. Only family and a few close friends would attend the funeral and in a few months someone will reference a name and others will say, yeah, that was that batshit emo chick that offed herself. Then forgotten.

Maybe not making it all about how many you would torture would be less incentive for such a selfish act. I could be wrong.

 

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