I can’t take the full two weeks off

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I decided not to take the full two weeks off. Nothing makes me happier than making people laugh. Liz, who I wrote about in my last article, is now out of my life completely. I hold no ill feelings toward her what so ever. After a lot of thinking I finally realize that she and I are not made for each other. Even as friends we don’t click. It sucks in a lot of ways. Mainly because I care deeply for her, more than she’ll ever understand. It takes two people to make anything work, whether it’s a relationship or even a friendship.

A few years back very few people knew me well. I kept things to myself besides a few close friends. Now I am more open. I have found out being honest with people never hurts. I told people about Liz and me. These people all had different advice. One thing was clear. Nothing I do for Liz is ever going to matter. She has to change and be happy on her own. Other words, “Mike, you need to worry about you and not her. You have done all you can for her. Nothing you do is ever going to work.” And they are right. I can’t win with this girl.

Liz hasn’t changed a bit. She still has money issues. There’s no reason for this. She is college educated and has a good job. I won’t put her down on here by saying why she doesn’t have money. She’s been in and out of court for things I won’t say here. Sadly, I highly doubt she has moved away from that part of her life as much as she claims. I hope I am totally wrong though. I’ve never met someone that hates herself as much as she does. It’s sad. It even affects me.

I won’t sit here and lie, and claim I was always an angel to her. I loved her and still do a great deal. Nor will I brag about things I’ve done for her. To me, Liz is beautiful. She’s a lot of fun, smart and deep down inside, very sweet. She pretends to be tough. She’s not. She’s weak and scared of everything good life has to offer. That is the main reason she and I have never worked out. Even her brother who hates me told me I was the right guy for her if she would ever see it. But that’s not up for him or me to decide.

No matter what I do, I am compared to people I’m not. She will compare me to an ex. She loves to tell me and her girlfriends I’m a control freak. That is funny since she went out with her girls nearly every Monday when she and I dated. I was always in bed asleep. She went to a bachelorette party while I was in bed without a single worry. Yet she will date a man who won’t allow her to drink or go out three times as long as she gave me a chance. Yet I’m the control freak. I could sit here all day and tell you things about me I know she lied about. But I won’t.

This past Tuesday I hung out with two friends, Steve and Josh. Steve got there first. He actually knew Liz. I told him all about the Saturday I had spent with Liz. Steve told me that I’m fighting a winless battle. Josh read the other article I had wrote about Liz. Josh told me he agrees with all I said. He told me to just forget her. He made it clear that Liz has to make up her own mind to do well in life. Both told me to stop trying. Yet there was a part of me that was like “No, you can’t,” so I didn’t quit there.

I told my boss about everything that took place. I told him some things she had told me. He pretty much told me that while I mean well, I need to get out while I can. He told me the only person that’s going to get burn is me. Just because she is down, why should I let her bury me also? Once again I told myself no and was willing to keep trying with her.

While in the gym Wednesday, I ran into one of my favorite people at work, a guy named Ron. I trust Ron so I told him more details about Liz and me. I told him some very personal things about her. I told him what I was thinking and what I feel toward her. Ron clearly saw how much I care. Then he said something I will never forget. It changed my mindset. He said, “Mike, my wife is a Drug and Alcohol Counselor. She has told me many times, I only wish these people cared as much about their own lives as I do for them. If they did, they could change.” It didn’t hit me right then and there. After a shower and a few hours being at home, it did.

The main reason I wouldn’t walk away from Liz was because I felt like I would be turning my back on her. I felt like she would see me like everyone else that has done her wrong. She probably still will. Here’s the thing, I’m not turning my back on her. I’ve done all I can. If she doesn’t realize my love for her, she never will. If she can’t trust me, she never will. In truth, Liz is turning her back on me. There’s nothing I can do for her.

Liz tells me and people I once saved her life. I have at least saved her from rape, maybe twice if you count last Saturday. I may or may not have saved her life. I’ve never lied to her about my feelings. I have let her walk all over me only to always be there for her. She has cried on my shoulder countless times since I was 16. I have held her and put her to sleep by playing with her hair no telling how many times. I have made slow love to her while looking her in the eyes confessing my love to her. Ron’s wife is right. It sucks she doesn’t care about herself as much as I do.

Some may ask why we can’t be friends. I could write for hours on that topic. Here’s a short and simple answer. Liz treats me just as bad when she and I are just friends. She lies and only contacts me when she needs something. If people ditch her, Liz knows me. I’ve always been a time-filler and nothing more. I accept that. Like I’ve been saying above, I’ve done all I can. Nothing will ever make her happy. Our friendship is a one way street. I put all the effort into it while she uses me for personal gain.

I have no hard feelings. It sucks that two people with so much in common can’t be more than two passing faces in life. It hurts that someone you deeply care for and always have cared for, doesn’t feel the same. Liz has never felt the same toward me. These past two weeks really taught me that. That’s why I am done. I’m sick of feeling bad and stupid after I put so much effort into what I believe the right thing is. Don’t get me wrong, I will always care for her somewhere deep down inside. But I deserve better. I do deserve people who truly care for me.

In life you win some, and you lose some. I’ve done all I can with this chapter of my life. Things worry me about her. I just wonder will Liz keep making bad decisions in life. Sometimes I think I will see her death in the newspaper due to her stupidity. I always worry if that does happen, will I blame myself for it? Here’s the thing. I can’t change her. I can’t make her life better. Only she can. I wish I could, but there’s nothing left for me to do. All I can do now is move on and somewhere deep in my heart love and hope the best for her.

How to make children learn better – easy, shock the hell out of them!

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CANTON (CBS) – The mother of a severely disabled young man is suing a Canton treatment center over what she calls “torture.” As part of her lawsuit, she wants the world to see the shock therapy treatment that the State Senate has been trying to ban for years.

Andre McCollins was born with acute mental and behavioral difficulties. Andre’s mother Cheryl is suing three doctors and the Judge Rotenberg Center for negligence. The psychologists are Dr. Robert von Heyn, Dr. James Riley, and Dr. Matthew Israel. Dr. Israel, who is now 79, is the founder and is retired.

In court Wednesday, an expert witness for the family testified that the doctors stood by as Andre was shocked in 2002 at the age of 18. He says Andre was literally “scared stiff.”

Disturbing video of the treatment was shown in court. Jurors listened as Andre screamed as he was shocked, and yelled out, “No.” He was then restrained face down for hours.

“He was essentially in what we would call a catatonic condition,” says Dr. Marc Whaley. “That means a condition that happens with people that are acutely psychotically disturbed.”

Senator Brian Joyce has been working for a decade to ban the use of shock therapy there. “It’s really horrible and it’s unbelievable that it still takes place in 2012 in the United States of America,” says Senator Joyce. “To my knowledge it’s not allowed in any other state in the union.”

The Judge Rotenberg Center and its supporters say parents seek them out when other treatments, including medication, have failed

Man of the Year Candidate #5

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Hey, the man was “raped” by two sisters. I admire a man who bangs two hotties and then turns them in! Whores!

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Two sisters have been charged in St. Croix County Court with sexually assaulting a man with a pliers and giving him urine to drink.

Valerie M. Bartkey, 24, and Amanda L. Johnson, 17, both of Somerset are each charged with a felony count of second-degree sexual assault by force and misdemeanor counts of battery and criminal damage to property. Johnson is also charged with a misdemeanor count of intimidating a victim.

The felony has a maximum penalty of 25 years in prison. They each are scheduled to make their initial court appearances April 12.

According to court records:

An 18-year-old man told police he was at a Somerset residence Oct. 1 when the sisters punched and kicked him, and later put one of the man’s shoes in the toilet and soaked the other in a sink.

The man said the sisters later brought him a cup of liquid that they said was lemonade and forced him to drink it. It was urine from the sisters.

The man said the sisters later forced him to undress, saying one wanted to have sex with him. Bartkey reportedly pulled and twisted the man’s penis with pliers while Johnson threatened him with a belt. The man said, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 the most pain he’d ever experienced, that the incident was 10. Johnson later ripped the man’s shirt to the point at which it would not stay on his body.

 

I finally understand true love

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From the start of this site our goal has been complete honesty. I love to give readers some insight on who I am. Many read this site and are easily offended by the cussing, how we degrade women and the immature stories we publish. Louisville’s Strange Brew is satire. Nothing we say is meant to be taken serious. This article is going to be different. I am going to share a personal experience that just happened to me.

The story is about this past week and how I got back in touch with an ex named Liz. I’ve known her on and off since I was around 16. She and I dated a few years back. What happen back in our teen years is irrelevant. We were both kids and dumb ones at that. Both of us were selfish little brats. Liz probably thinks this article is going to bash her. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Around the time I was 21 or 22, Liz would have been 17 or 18. She and I lost touch over time. We didn’t speak for around five or six years. One day I found her on Facebook. I said hi and she asked me to hangout. I agreed. That led to dates. Dates led to us being a couple. We dated for around eight months. I know eight months is short in reality, but Liz and I were very serious. I spent 98% of my time with her. I can say that I loved her a great deal.

Before we dated I hung out with a bad group of people. I was pretty hateful and did a lot of people wrong. After breaking up with a beautiful girl named Ashley at age 23, I hadn’t been in love since. Finding Liz changed all of that. I was a different person and I wanted to settle down. I truly believed for the first time in my life I understood true love. Well, things between Liz and me didn’t work out. I use to blame her for most of the mistakes. Now looking back, I was probably more to blame. I have no issue admitting that. I stopped showing Liz I cared. We grew apart and finally stopped dating.

Last week was the first time I had spoken to Liz in nearly three years. She asked could we hangout. So last Tuesday we did. It was supposedly a dinner to catch up. That quickly led to some kissing. It was crazy because I didn’t expect that to happen. It was like all the bad between us meant nothing. I saw Liz a few more times that week. I won’t lie, I felt great. I felt perfect and complete. I had no desire on rushing things. I just knew being with her felt right.

Liz and I spent all day Saturday together. She ended up getting drunk. I took care of her the entire night. She told me personal things. I am not going to post those things. Those things are between us. I learned a lot about her that night. I saw her cry for two straight hours. I don’t think I ever saw so much pain in a person. She kept telling me “you don’t understand how I feel,” which was true. She even made me tear up a few times. Her sadness was that real. I have never witness personal pain so deep.

Finally Liz was cut off, and my sober ass had to take care of her. She leaned over to me and said in tears, “Mike, don’t leave me. Stay with me. Don’t make me be by myself.” So I promised her I wouldn’t leave her. When we were finally alone, Liz got naked and tried to get me to do what grown couples do alone. How could I do that? She was not only drunk, but an emotional train wreck. Would a real man do that? She trusted me and doing anything to her would have been a direct violation of that trust. Instead of sex, I held her all night.

She and I ended up having some words Sunday which led to her not wanting to see me. In truth, that ended Saturday night. What she told me Saturday night made me realize nothing I do could make this girl happy. I saw a side of her I wish I never knew existed. She wasn’t hateful. I saw someone that is so scared of good. I saw a girl that can’t move on from the past. I saw someone that hates herself more than anyone I’ve ever met.

That night hurt me too. I wish that night would have never happened. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy it was me and not some guy that would have hurt Liz or took advantage of her. It hurt me because all week I did great things toward her. I believe in my heart Liz does appreciate what I did and have done for her. Liz just doesn’t understand love. Nobody really does. I always say this about love, “I can’t explain why I love a person. Love is something that hits you during random times in your life. You know love when you get a feeling about a person that is different than how you feel about others.” Liz just doesn’t get it.

I’ve never wanted anything from her. I never wanted her to change her life around for me. Never wanted her to do anything she didn’t want to do. I’m not sure what my point is. I just know that nothing is good enough for her. It’s not that Liz is terrible person or stupid. She will have to figure out her problems before she can ever learn to accept the good in her life. I feel bad. Maybe I wasn’t there enough for her. Maybe if we didn’t lose touch for all those years things could have been different for her. More than likely no, but there’s a part of me that feels guilty.

Not once in my life have I lied to Liz on how I felt toward her. I never misled her. I only write that because I know she reads this site from time to time. She told me Saturday night that I had always walked away from her. That is not true. I never did. Liz always walked away from me. Not only me, but the good in life. I’ve always been there for her. That’s never been good enough for her. Maybe this time I sort of did walk away. I just get tired of losing when you do the right thing. With me not being in her life has the same effect on her as when I am there for her. Why fight a battle you know you can’t win?

Saturday night may have been the saddest night in my life besides when my grandfather died. I hope I never see a person hurt that much ever again. It taught me a lot. I feel blessed knowing I am happy and surrounded by a great family. I am more thankful than ever I have the best friends anyone could have. I wish I could give her 1/10 of the happiness I have in my heart. Even if I could, she would deny it. That is what I saw Saturday night. My worst enemy doesn’t deserve to feel the way she does. Nobody does.

There are things I will never forget about that night. My best friends John and Brett saw me care for her. They witness love. I know deep down inside I did everything right that night. And watching her in such emotional pain broke my heart. It really did affect me that much. Nothing I said, no matter how honest, how sweet and how loving could even put a dent in her pain. It physically drained my life. I felt weak, sad and hopeless that night. And I never want to feel that way again, or even close to it. I can’t even explain in words on how or what I felt.

I’m not sure what else to say. I just wanted to share some personal insight on myself. It’s good to take a break away from the humor. Actually, I am so drained physically and emotionally myself, I am taking a two week vacation from this site. I will let my two co-writers do all the work for those two weeks. I need time to think. After spending those four days with Liz, I am not sure on who I really am or what I want in life from a woman. I’m not messed up or thinking crazy thoughts. I just need a break. So don’t worry about me. I am fine. I just care for Liz and need time to think and take in all she told me. As of right now, only about 25% of it has even sunk in.

Liz, I know you read this site from time to time, as does your brother (you told me he does). You’re beautiful. You are nobody’s “time filler” or “object”. You deserve happiness. I tried. I tried many times to be there for you. I just can’t fight this winless battle. Not only that, I do want to fight it but you always tell me you don’t need me in your life. Well, you have your wish. I loved you. I just pray you don’t do some of the things you told me. A permanent solution for a temporary problem is never the answer. You mean too much for a lot of people. I am one of them.

Why do us men like…………..?

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Booty – Most men love a woman with a nice ass, but why? They shit from there. What is sexy about that?

Penis pills – Billions of penis pills are sold yearly. If a company could invent a pill that could make your penis grow, would they be charging $19.99 a box or giving away free samples? They would be charging $695.99 per box!

Dear, Penthouse Letters – Come on, you know 98% of these letters are myths and lies. Really, Bob from Ohio walked in on three hot cheerleaders having lesbian sex and they all took turns on him? That so happen to me also, expect it was four and not three cheerleaders.

Lingerie – We men are willing to pay $30 and up for some dental floss. Yet we buy the cheapest beer because we’re cheapskates.