Tales of a Broken Heart

Hey guys, I'm in a really depressed and sad mood today...someone have any true sad stories they wanna share? I always cry when I hear sad stories and I find that if I cry heaps and heaps and can't cry anymore, I get over my sadness more quickly...anyone else feel that way? or have any stories they wanna tell me?? please?

well hers my sda story .. growing up my father beat me 4 ne reason under teh sun i could spill a drop of drink not wlak fats enought to the car from school or werk or newhere nad hed beat me.I had a ynger bro we were incredibly close best friends actaully only person i had to tunr to since my dad didnt aloow me to have friends.My bro motehr hwo is a diff motehr tahn mine wasnt in hislife much so i raised him i helped with his hw i did the filed trips.e knew each other liek teh back of our own hands.Well i got pregnant with my sona nd had him but one day while i was nursing my dad wnet to hit me and i finaly made the decision to do soemthing so i move dout. i 1sttalke dto my bro about it i owuldnt have gone if he aksed me to stay but he told me ijhe nwated me to go and b happy cause well my dad was always real good to him didnt give him crap like he did to me.So i wnet and ive always told him id laways protect m\him always.So newya i lived wiht my hus at his moms 4 a while b4 we got our own place so shortly after we moved in me an dmy dad got in a huuge fight nad he told me i wanst allwoed to call teh hsoue and speak to my bro nemore.But my dad werked night so i calle dneway and wed talk but one night i feel asleep and called kinda late but i knew hed still b up.So i aclled him and he siad heyist alet im liek hey ims ry its late he sliek i gotta go i say ru mad at me he sliek no .. im liek wlel ok i love u .. hes liek me too .. im sry .. imliek nah its ok ill call u toomm.wel nect day i had a drs appointmet 4 my son so i went to my moms after caus ehse picke dme up well i gettehre nad i get a phone call all i can hera is screaming.im liek what !! then i hera ur bro is dying im like what!!!!!! then i hera he sho thimslef hes dying u have to go . so im sceraming nad on teh floor scrmain gnad crying ove rna dover my mom rushed me there and im hysterical.WHEN TEHY FINALY LET US IN THR OOM THEY SAI DHE WAS BRIAN DAED WOULDNT RESPOND NOR MOVE COULDNT KNOW H\WE WERE TEHRE CAUS ETECHNIACLY HE WAS DAED BUT I GO TTHERE NAD I THREW UP HE WA SSOO W\SWOLLEN AND BLEEDING SO MUCH M FORM HIS HEAD AND FROM HIS MOUTH. -sry caps- and wlel i grabbe dhis n\ahnd and was cryin gan dhe lifted it up and put in on his chest and i know he was waiitgn 4 me b4 he went.well he was taht way for days caus ehe was a organ donor so he wa onlife support but he wansth tehre tehre wa sno brian activity . so his date of death is halloween thi syr will b 2 yrs he was 13 at age of death.he wa smy best friend my strenthg my courage ill never b teh same ever.i miss him with every breathe i take evry second i see his laugh and remeber the t times we had.

wel -wipes away tears- tahst my story .. ell im ago i can hardly see straight.

OMG! I'm am so sorry for your lost. :(

Ahem.. speechless.. my fingers are are very very sensitive right now, and my eyes are glassy.

That did not make me feel better at all.

ummm ive got a sad story but i dont think we want to know it so thank you others for sharing