Romans & histoires Dificultades

After both legs were in, the kangaroo jump began as he struggled to bring it up to his waist. "Alex is everything ok in there?" Matthew asked after the many thumps and groans coming from the room. "Yeah, everything is going well," He said, while squeezing his buttcheeks really tight. He stopped the struggle, huffing and puffing. If only girls knew boys too struggled to look good for them, Alex thought. He jumped again, missing his steps, he fell to the floor. "Fuck!" "Alex do you need Matthew to come in and help you?" Stacey asked.

She obviously wasn't the one making her cry, so comfort pondered on what could be the new things in her life that's making her shed tears so fast. "I'm really out of options already?" She added "what’s the problem, Fidelia open up please" "Marcus" Comfort really didn't get the words at first as her wailing was an obstruction to her words. "Marwus" comfort repeated trying to make sense of out of what she heard. "I'm not getting you, what's Marwus" She tried to catch her breath, then repeated "Marcus" Comfort fell silent like she needed to digest what she heard " I knew this was going to happen but I didn't know it was going to be this fast"

“Why do you have trouble speaking in front of me, but not Eskal or Izak?” “Ah-uhmn,” I cleared my throat in an attempt to relax my muscles. I could feel a deep blush creep up my neck and ears, no one had asked me about my stutter since I was around five. The shame at being unable to properly articulate my thoughts threatened to form a vice around my chest. “Y-you’re m-mmm-much mm-more i-i-intimidating, a-alpha; and ah-ah-I d-don’t sss-ss-sp-ss-speak well r-regardless.” “So if you were more relaxed it would be easier for you to speak with me?” I nodded in response to Lucas’ question. I refused to make myself more of a fool than I’d already done. Lucas sipped his wine thoughtfully as he murmur

I sobbed. "I got pregnant with you at 19 too. I can't say you were irresponsible, or why you got in the heat of the moment. What I can say and you won't like it, is, a baby while still in college is hard, exhausting. And please do not think about going the easy way." "I would never." I wiped my tears. "And we did used protection, but it broke.” "So what's his name, does he go to your college?" I looked up to see dad, he was beyond angry.

Christan is currently in his early forties. He’ll be forty-three soon. His sons are already teenagers. He sighed, thinking how he could properly parent them. They say adolescence is the most difficult period when raising children. They get a lot of questions. There are bodily changes. You need to teach them about the reality of the world. The value of hard work. They could turn out to be rebellious. So far, his sons have been easy to raise. They don’t say much. They don’t ask much. He rarely hears them complain. And if they do, they complain about the most random things. Completely unrelated to him.

(Still, this will be difficult for me to go up. ---------------------

Breathing is starting to become harder and harder. My legs and arms are numb and I’m hungry. I keep my eyes close for a while before I hear her speak. “What did you mean?” “..about what?” I’ll play stupid just to get a conversation out of her. She’s hurt. This has gotten way out of hand. “Playing dumb won’t help you here, I have more acid.” I narrow my eyes at her, what a fucking child. I sigh deeply. And I look at her. Really look at her.

I cry and hold on to the counter afraid that I’d break down if I let go. “It’s okay, don’t worry too much about it” he tries to calm me, but it’s doesn’t work. “You don’t get it” I wrench myself from his arms. “It’s not just that. I can’t read the measurement either. Neither can I remember the how you like your coffee! Damn it! Even some words are a bit difficult for me read” I can stop myself from crying. I feel so useless. The things that used to be easy for me, now aren’t. I find it harder to read numbers. Every time I tried looking at the measurement for the past thirty minutes, my mind becomes jumbled.

It is advanced calculus, but I figure it is nothing I cannot get through. “The past weeks were tough, and I could barely concentrate. Even now, I find it difficult to grasp what the teacher is talking about in class. It is like I cannot concentrate no matter how much I try,” he says to me, then I tap the floor close to me. He slides off the bed, sitting in front of me. “Sometimes it is like that, especially if we have a lot on our mind, but we can work through that,” I reply, and he nods slowly, trusting me.