An article I posted some time ago called “The Deadbeat Boyfriend” has had an overwhelming response of people that can relate or are in a similar situation. My heart goes out to all the people who have posted a comment here venting their  story. Below is a comment that was posted a few days ago. After reading this I felt that it deserved to be a post on the front page. Maybe someone, somewhere will know who this guy is and let him know he is a true piece of dirt….

Comment posted by Girlfriend of a Deadbeat:

I’ve spent the last week seeking solace in the stories of others who have been in my predicament. I think the next step in finding my cure is to share my own saga.

I met my boyfriend almost 2 years ago through a mutual friend. He was a kitchen manager/bartender at a neighborhood sports bar who talked about opening his own place. The night we met (much to my horror) was karaoke night and all the neighbors were sharing their talents. My friend knew he could sing and she sent him to the stage. 2 verses into Fly me to the Moon, I was hooked. Things moved quickly and before I knew what happened I was introducing him to my parents . Then all of a sudden it was Valentines. He loved to come over and make dinner for us so I thought it would be the perfect occasion to give him a key to my place and his own drawer in my dresser. Ignorance was bliss.

I knew a lot about him by then. He was divorced, had married too young but had a wonderful son to show for it. His son lived 2 hours north with his mother but he drove up to see him whenever he could. He wanted to make sure things were really right between us before I met his son which I was extremely happy to hear. I felt like we could talk about anything, share everything… it was wonderful.

A few weeks later I found myself in a familiar conversation with him. “Why don’t we ever stay at your place?” He told me that he had his own place and I assumed in the great tradition of men that he had no clue how to pick his underwear up or clean his bathtub. That would be enough to cure me of overnight guests. We had lunch one cold and nasty winter afternoon and we had planned to stop at his place after to pick up a few things. Finally, I was going to see the behind the scenes of my new found love. We pulled up to an older apartment building and he was very quiet. “I need to tell you something. I DO have a roommate.” It made me smile for a minute that he had been this embarrassed over something so minor. Then he said, “… and it’s my Mom.”
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Ok, So I just don’t get it.  Men supposidly love large breasts or at least that’s what some industries would like us to believe.  I am here to tell you, I love my size “D” breasts. They don’t make me mad at all.  A lot of women pay to have them, but here’s my issue.  If they are such a commodity, why do they not make cute bra’s that go with them.  Now, I am sure for a really high price I could get a bra that would allow me to never have to wear anything over it.  But this is real life.  I don’t have money to go to a consignment shop to order and be sized for my bra’s.  I am not able to spend $65.00 per bra to learn about Victoria’s secret.  Needless to say I am submitted to buying my bra’s at places like wal-mart where the price tag is still high for my budget.  Not only do the bra’s get more expensive, they also get more ugly.  How can we be a “breast, thigh, and butt” world and not accentuate the things we like? I don’t get it.  I don’t want to be forced to look like my grandma in my bra and panties.  I went into walmart and had to do some serious searching just to find something that could be a little sexy.  Then they had all these cute little bra’s and panties that match and look so cute together, I was forced to improvise and pick panites that match a little to the bra.  The other bra’s didn’t go past a “C” size.  I think that is rediculous.  Not to mention the bra’s that are for the larger cup size are not all that comfortable.  So not only and I having to put these “puppies” into an ugly ass bra that I don’t even want to look at myself, they are uncomfortable and be careful not to wash them too much, or dry them, they won’t fit next time.  Not to mention that they wear out so quickly.  That may be due to the fact that I can’t buy the expensive ones, but come one, can’t girls with big breasts look sexy and have comfort?  I think they should.  There has got to be another way. Again, I am not complaining about the size, I love them.  It could be a lot worse, but I just want a little cuteness with the fullness.  I don’t want to have to buy “just my size” bra’s that have no flattery at all or have marks at the end of the day because the bra is crap and doesn’t hold what I got like it should.  Just because they are big doesn’t mean that I don’t want flattery and all that.  So by breasts are big, that doesn’t mean I don’t want panites, and I mean cute panties, that match.  What’s wrong with people.  Have you ever tried to find a bra in the size “D”.  It’s like shopping in a rummage sale, everything you like is not in your size.  IT SUCKS.

Wow I have been gone for so long…..seems that way. Life is not any better around here. Yeah, gas prices let up, but groceries haven’t. The election is getting closer and I am surprised that the phone has not been ringing off the hook like in previous years. News is….the candidates have given up Michigan. I think we are a lost cause anyway…crime is terrible, no jobs, no money, and the cost of living will make you sick. Wish I was on a beach in Australia having a cold margarita with my hubby. We can dream can’t we?

The year has almost gone…Holidays are approaching fast and we won’t talk about that stress. Where did the time go, seems it was just spring a few months ago. Now, it’s plastic on the windows, weather stripping in the doors and pull out the heavy blankets. Word is our natural gas bill will rise about 20% this winter…sure we can afford that.

We found out that we are going to be grandparents, which should be good news since it is our first grandchild. Well, all I can say is I’m happy, but I wish the father was a responsible one. Our daughter is living at home with us and they have “broken” up and he is a piece of shit. As much as I was looking forward to having a life of my own, I now know we will be raising our grandbaby.

Things that are going on across our country, scare me. I read the news daily and it is all horrible…recession fears, killings and kidnappings.

My heart cries for the time when I was truly happy with life, with the world, just plain happy. It’s hard to put a smile on my face these days. I worry when my kids are two seconds late, I worry about the gas price because my husband commutes, I worry about going to the grocery store….It just keeps going.

I want my son back, I want my life back, I want…..

That beach in Australia …yeah the sunshine with no worries!

Miriam created a garden in memory of her only sister who lost the battle against lung cancer in 1996. She describes the garden as a magical path lined with fruit trees, gardenias, day lilies and many other flowering plants. The garden, in honor of her sister Dale has now become a wonderful blog suitably called My Sister Dale’s Garden.

Miriam uses the blog as a way to chronicle the breathtaking garden that she hopes brings joy to others in her sister’s memory. She also uses the blog as a way to ask for donations to The Lung Cancer Alliance in hopes that one person, one day may benefit from it. You may make a small donation in Dale’s memory for one of the many of beautiful garden pictures she has taken.

The ultimate goal of My Sister Dale’s Garden is to bring you joy and a sense of calmness if you are stressed dealing with an illness or life’s everyday challenges. In addition Miriam would like to find corporate sponsors to make donations to The Lung Cancer Alliance.

My Sister Dale’s Garden is close to our hearts. We love the beauty and life that flowers bring into this dreary world. We lost a loved one to lung cancer two months after we lost our son. From diagnosis to death was a mere 8 months.

Head over to this magnificent blog and show your support for a superb woman doing an amazing job of keeping her sister’s memory alive.

My Sister Dale’s Garden

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I have been a reader of this site for a few months now because it hits close to home in my heart. My husband and I lost a teenage son to a traffic accident a couple years ago. It has been the so hard to move past it and get on with life. My daily thoughts are still consumed with everything relating to him, the precious memories, the accident and the days following. Every where I turn something reminds of everything like a flood of emotions.

At this point in my life I should be happy. My career is finally starting to take off, we own our house in a small town, and we have even been able to take a few vacations. The problem is I feel so alone. When I look deep inside my soul I just see emptiness. My husband who I love deeply has changed, become bitter at life. He was so supportive at first, but now it’s like he can’t emotionally handle me being upset. My family and friends have their own problems and it seems they need answers or support from me more than ever.

My thought….When will someone be there for me? I believe in God and I know he is there for me, but he’s not much for conversation. I am a private person, so I do not want to talk to a stranger face to face about what I’m feeling. I blog part time also and that is why I am posting here. I need to express the way I feel, in hopes that something will change without the whole world knowing who I am.

It is hard to face reality that I will never truly be 100% happy again because there will always be a part of my life missing….our son.

Ask yourself one question, when you see a kid skateboarding in a public area do you automatically think he is a punk or just a kid skating. In our town I have a feeling the answer is punk. Our youngest son has been skateboarding since he was 5. Dustin taught him to skate and they had big “Pro” dreams until Dustin died. Since then our youngest is more passionate than ever about skateboarding. He still has “Pro” dreams, but he has difficulty finding places to practice. Good blacktop is hard to find, especially when most of it consists of parking lots in which he must wait patiently for the businesses to close in order to skate. He is very respectful in not bothering other people, vehicles or surrounding property. He just wants to skate.

The summer has been full of stops by the police and area officials telling him he can not use their property. We live down the road from the township and across from the local park. The township kicks him out of the parking lot even after they are closed for business. The township park across the street only has a small parking lot to skate in and it is always full of cars. The local shopping center has a few small places that are not traveled by people or vehicles, but he was told he would destroy property so he could not skate there either.

I understand some of this to a point, there are kids that “skate” who are punks, but our kid just wants to skate! That is in his heart, it is all he talks about…being like Ryan Sheckler ….one day. The nearest skate park to us is over 30 miles away, so he just continues to look for a place where the people are nice and they have good blacktop….

This is to warn everyone of a scam that is coming through snail mail. I received a letter last week stating that I had won a prize in the 2008 North American Lottery. The letter was received in a plain white envelope with no return address (first red flag). When I opened the letter a very real check was enclosed. The check was written to me in the amount of $3955.00 and even had the watermark on the back making it very convincing. The letter stated that the company had been trying to contact me to disperse my winnings of $55,000. (the second red flag, I had not been contacted by anyone)

My husband being the optimist said I should call the number and hear what they had to say. The gentleman was extremely convincing. He even stated that the lottery was sponsored by Visa and Walmart. Well I use a Visa at Walmart all the time, so I continued to listen. At this point I was thinking maybe I really did win something. I even asked the guy if this was real and he stated “I have been doing this for over ten years and I assure you that it is real.”

Mr. Bob, as he called himself, said that $2900.00 of the check amount had to be paid to “Washington” for taxes on the winnings. (next red flag - taxes on $55,000 should be more than $2900.00) I was instructed to deposit the check and call Mr. Bob back to make arraignments on paying the $2900.00 and decide how I would receive the rest of my winnings. My choices were to have the winnings directly deposited in my account, cashiers check or money order. As I hung up the phone I started to get excited, thinking maybe the sun has finally shined on us.

THEN! My logical brain caught up and said “NO WAY”, something is just not right. I googled “The North American Lottery” and not to much of a surprise countless complaints about returned checks and scam artists. UUUGHHH! No free money for us! I found the number for the bank the check was drawn on. The address if the company “LexJet Corporation” was the same as the bank list. At this time I knew for sure that it was a scam, but I called the bank anyway. The response was just as I had thought, the check is no good and the bank agent gave me th number to the Canadian Authorities that are investigating the scam.

I called Joe at the toll free number and gave him the information. It seems that everyone in our county with a mailing address was sent the same scam. The letter varied and so did the check amount, but it was the same concept from the same company. Cash the bad check, wire them $2900.00, give them your banking information and BOOM - YOU’RE BROKE!

If you have received a letter like this one or a check please call Joe at the Canadian Fraud Department 1-888-495-8501. They are working with the FBI and USPS to try and catch these thieves. It is bad enough that many of us are already down on our luck we do not need someone out there trying to totally destroy us.

I have had enough with this crap called no-fault insurance! It is one of the biggest cons in the insurance industry. In case you are not familiar with no-fault laws I will put them in laymen terms for you.

Basically YOUR car insurance covers YOUR vehicle and persons in YOUR vehicle regardless of fault.

Here is where it kicks you in the ass……

Let’s say you do not have collision insurance on your vehicle, someone HITS YOU and its THEIR FAULT. If your vehicle sustains over $500 in damages you are entitled to what they call a mini-tort claim. The mini- tort is paid by the insurance company of the person at fault (providing they have this coverage, if not you have to sue them for it).

Someone hits you, it’s their fault …you get a SMASHED UP CAR and a measly $500!

Doesn’t seem very fair, does it? This has happened to me TWICE! It’s ridiculous!

Last Thursday afternoon coming from the HIGH SCHOOL I was hit by another driver. I had the green light and she BLEW through the red light into me at 45 MPH! Luckily I was turning and did not have my son with me. As I pulled into the nearest drive to get out of traffic she comes rushing up to me saying, “It was my fault, I did not realize the light was red”. She stated that she was worried about getting into the share a ride with the construction ahead and was not even looking at the light. Then she proceeds to tell me that she does not even live in the area, but wanted KFC so she got off on the previous exit and drove through Bridgeport.

For those of you who know our background you can imagine my anger. She ran a red light at 45 MPH at the High School intersection, minutes after school let out! Our son was killed just 100 feet down the same road two years ago! What if one of those students from the High School was crossing at the one and only crosswalk in town, the same crosswalk she just BLEW through to hit me! They would have had no chance against her SUV!

I was proud that I was able to keep my composure and not wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze tightly. I was so angry and distraught, so many bad memories of Dustin’s accident running through my mind. I just grinded my teeth, clenched my fist and tried to be patient as we waited for the police.

She was sited for failure to yield a red light. If the school signs we requested two years ago would have been put in place her citation would have been much worse or maybe just, maybe she would have seen the school signs and been more careful. (We were told by the Saginaw County Road commission that the signs were misleading to motorists)….what a crock of bull!

So this is the second time that I have a smashed car with no means to fix it. I will hopefully get the $500 mini-tort, but that won’t cover the $1500 in damage she caused because she was an idiot! The first time this happened I was hit from the rear at a red light, pushed through the intersection by a driver that had a suspended license!

The no-fault law also kicked us in the ass when Dustin was killed. At that time we did not have a running vehicle, (my husbands transmission went out) so we had no insurance. Since it is a no-fault state we received a mere $1400 to cover his funeral expenses that way exceeded $10,000 and our son was dead.

The state of Michigan says that no-fault insurance helps keep costs down, yet we have some of the highest rates in the country. We as citizens give up our right to sue when involved in an accident (unwillingly). Many of the people that live here don’t even realize what no-fault means. It only helps the person that is AT FAULT! How callous can you be?

The damn insurance companies have you again….all that money you pay them and you can’t even get your car repair when someone else is careless!