Living in the past

Living in the past

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16 ,Divorced parents , Alchoholic father who seriously needs to come back to the real world . An asmatic mother , who happens to be laying in a hospital bed awaiting for the time to wake . Carrisa is 16 , and her mother had an asma attack and is now in a coma at London hospital . Since she could remember she has never known her dad . Everytime she asked her mum about him , she always said the same thing ."You dont want to know him Car , he is a helpless piece of trash . He has never once called and asked how you were doing and never even saw you when you were born . I was stupid and got married at a young age , thought i was in love . But i wasn't .. " But every child wants to know their parents . She always looked at the dads who took their Daughters out for ice cream on sundays and wondered what he was like . But now she wishes she never did .He lives in a pig sty of a house , and brings so many girls home with him she's lossed count . But he is now her legal carrer , and will be until mum wakes .... But 6 sixs years later she is still waiting . will her best friend James be her knight in shining armor and save her . Sometimes Friendship can grow into more
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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