Tag: abortion

  • Playboy Mentally And Physically Abused Girlfriend, Calls Her “Used Toy” Even After She Aborted Their Baby

    Playboy Mentally And Physically Abused Girlfriend, Calls Her “Used Toy” Even After She Aborted Their Baby

    (This was the original post I’ve uploaded, I was too soft-hearted and removed it. Despite whatever you’ve done to me, I forgive you. Because I’m much better of a person than you are. But since you decided to be so heartless to someone who once loved you so much, and making it worse after the breakup, you want fame I’ll give it to you…. & my dear ladies in a similar plight, please learn to ❤️ yourself, you deserve better)

    Do not use my love for you to hurt me;

    Throughout this relationship never once did we have an argument I would publicized it on Facebook, because even just a status stating I’m unhappy would anger the shit out of you. Neither am I allowed to confide in my best friend or my mother. Because you wish to retain the “good impression” to outsiders. And being the weak me, I would always succumb to your commands bottling up all the negativity. But this time I will no longer fight for this relationship, there is nothing left to hang on to anyway.

    When you were chased out from your home by your family, we took you in without any hesitation. Even when your own sister-in-law chided you for always bringing random girls back causing the place to not feel like a home, I stood by you. A part in me believe you will change into a better person, despite the red lights signaling a wrong move, we tried our best to shower you with love thinking you probably lack of family warmth as a result your character is moulded that way.

    Months at my home, spending each day with you slowly I start to gain sight of how you really are as a person. You lack the gesture to even contribute your part given my family is kind enough to let you stay without any cost because they love me, they did all they could to make you feel accepted here. You had a strong caffeine addiction, even requesting you to replenish a pack would infuriate you. You had the cheek to tell me “ 一家人住在一起需要那么计较?” My mother seeing you earning not that well, would get you food most of the time without any complaints. We would have our weekly family outings, all expenses was on our side but we didn’t make a fuss as long as we live harmoniously. My parents do not need you to pay them back, but you merely took it for granted. They do not owe you anything, they don’t have to treat you like their son. All they want is for you to treat their beloved daughter better.

    In return what have you done to me? I had my first child with you, though eventually I had to make a devastating decision which was to undergo an abortion. I am very family oriented and I love children. Can you imagine the pain and guilt I will carry throughout my life when I had to take it away? Even making this decision, my first consideration was you. I didn’t want you to slog yourself with work trying to keep our baby plus you have a kid yourself. I didn’t want us to slum into a marriage disaster because we’re not financially ready and the foundation of our relationship wasn’t strong. But did you have the same compassion towards me? How heartbroken was I when you blamed me for causing you to be in a debt because of the abortion fees just few days after the surgery when I’m still recuperating, screaming to my face “You gian song time, never think of consequences, so now I must bear all responsibility???”

    We couldn’t have normal couple activities due to financial constraints. Even watching a movie was a luxury. All you could do, was bring me to coffee shops and walk around shop houses. You would always claim to be on a tight budget, I wasn’t well off either. But I would try and squeeze out whatever I have. Despite how much I had to scrimp with you, little things like forgo my fave Starbucks and brew my own coffee at home, I had no resentment as long as I’m spending time with you. I wanted to make our future work out, I took up a job that pays well despite high level of stress in the job scope and working 10 over hours a day. But coming home, I couldn’t get a peace of mind. All I wanted to do after work was to rush home and see you. Seeing you smile and hoping you can encourage me to strive on 再辛苦也值得 …You detested the job because my colleagues and bosses were men? Because they’re well to do and they would influence me into a money-minded person? Or was it because of your pride given I’m earning more than you? Eventually resignation was the only option to salvage this relationship.

    I love you at the expense of my misery. You were mentally abusing me every single day with your words and actions. My entire social circle was cut off, any person who “loves” my post/photo would be immediately blocked. Any male sending a text be it work related or casually asking how am I would led into a interrogation session and scolding even when I’m not replying to them. I couldn’t even have coffee time with my best girlfriend of 15 years near my block, because then it seems like I’m abandoning you at home alone having fun outside and that she will brainwash me.

    I was basically imprisoned and manipulated by you, I wasn’t allowed to use my phone at home because you think I’m online on Facebook to gain attention when I’m just scrolling through newsfeed. I wasn’t allowed to wear what I desire because then I’m indirectly instigating you to pick a fight with strangers that’s looking at me. And these were just one of the many restrictions, instead of appreciating my effort that I’m complying with your rules, you felt I’m obligated to do all this.

    The day I decide to let go, because it seems like I’m still not good enough. You fooled me around in circles again. Leaving me stranded for hours when I only wish to take back some belongings. I don’t understand what have I done to deserve such cruelty?

    I was all out loyal towards you and draining myself in the process of loving you, but were you completely honest and faithful to me? You always felt I’m the most rotten woman, I’m the root of all your problems. Despite countless setbacks, I persevered till today. Why? We were hoping you would change, and you did.
    You changed for the worse…

    I’m really sorry my little baby, mama failed to bring you into a happy family.

     

    Source: Nyon Mwei

  • American Mistress Spills Sexcapades With Sultan of Brunei and His Brother, Broke Sharia Law

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    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jillian_Lauren
    Jill Lauren, the escort for the Sultan of Brunei and his brother. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jillian_Lauren
    As a teenager, I was the mistress of his brother—who ‘gave’ me as a gift to the sultan. And in just one night, we committed at least two offenses under his newly implemented penal code.

    On Tuesday, I was greeted by a familiar face when I read through the morning’s news: the sultan of Brunei. He looks older now than when I knew him, of course, his face doughier and more careworn.

    When I was still a teenager, I was the mistress of the sultan’s brother, the prince of Brunei. My usual stance is that they weren’t bad guys, really. Just human and impossibly rich. I have often wondered what I would have done in their place, given all the power and money in the world. I’ve never come up with a satisfactory answer.

    Now the sultan is making headlines for implementing Sharia law in Brunei, including a new penal code that includes stoning to death for adultery, cutting off limbs for theft, and flogging for violations such as abortion, alcohol consumption, and homosexuality. There’s also capital punishment for rape and sodomy.

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    I am no expert in international human rights. My only qualification in commenting on this issue is that one drunken evening in the early ’90s, the sultan and I committed at least two of the aforementioned offenses as we looked down on the lights of Kuala Lumpur from a penthouse suite.

    Let me back up a bit.

    I had barely turned 18 when I found myself at a “casting call” at the Ritz-Carlton in New York for what I was told would be a position at a nightclub in Singapore. When I got the job, I learned that the job wasn’t in Singapore at all. Instead, it was an invitation to be the personal guest of the notorious playboy Prince Jefri Bolkiah, the youngest brother of the sultan of Brunei. At the time, the sultan was the wealthiest man in the world. I was a wild child consumed with wanderlust. I was hardly an innocent, but I was—when I accepted the invitation—very, very young.

    When I arrived in Brunei, I found out that the prince threw lavish parties every night, in a palace with Picassos in the bathrooms and carpets woven through with real gold. At these parties there was drinking (which was not legal in public), dancing, some fairly hilarious karaoke, and, most important, women—about 30 or 40 beauties from all over the world, comprising a harem of sorts.

    The prince was rakish and clever and yes, even charming at times. I spent the next year and some change as his girlfriend. For a time, it was an adventure both glamorous and exciting. It was also lonely and demoralizing, and full of constant low-grade humiliations, including being given to the prince’s brother as a gift (see: the Kuala Lumpur hotel suite). Although I was by no means a prisoner, I wasn’t free to come and go as I pleased. By the end of my time there, I felt 10 years older and still not wise enough. It took me a long time to regain my footing, though I did find my way eventually. My struggles were internal and they were my own. In this context, they were a privilege.

    Stoning is practiced or authorized by law in 15 countries now. It is disproportionally applied as a punishment for women, often as a penalty for adultery. Human rights groups, including Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch, consider it cruel and unusual punishment and torture. According to the international rights organization Women Living Under Muslim Law, stoning “is one of the most brutal forms of violence perpetrated against women in order to control and punish their sexuality and basic freedoms.”

    And yet it is the privilege of the prince and the sultan to misbehave. The picaresque escapades and legendary extravagances of the brothers are indulged with a collective wink. For everyone else residing within Brunei’s borders, Muslim and non-Muslim alike, freedoms are curtailed, and those limitations now are potentially enforced by brutal violence.

    Cast stones at me if you will for my past improprieties—plenty have. Of course, those stones will be metaphorical. As the citizen of a free society, it is my right to transgress, as long as I don’t break any laws or impinge on the freedom of others. It’s my prerogative to sleep with all the princes I damn well feel like. I live with my choices.

    As the citizens of Brunei face the erosion of their rights, I imagine the man I once knew, holed up in a posh hotel suite somewhere, maybe with another American teenager in his lap, making laws that legislate morality.

    Authored by Jill Lauren*

    *Jillian Lauren is the author of The New York Times bestseller Some Girls: My Life in a Harem.