My old friend flirts with my boyfriend… =/?

My boyfriend and I have only been dating for a day but been talking for weeks about dating. My friend and I were somewhat close until she found out she was pregnant and then she became distant. Every girl on campus dislikes her because all she wants to do is “steal” girls boyfriends. My boyfriend is a natural flirt though so he just thinks its fun and games but its not to me or the other girls that are being harmed by this. She even flirts and hugs and grabs on her best friends boyfriend. If we say anything to her she will most likely go off on us because of her pregnancy.

Want to try for another baby, but have friends who are struggling to conceive?

me and my man feel very ready to add another child, i have a 6 and 5 yr old girls from my previous marriage, im very fertile, the last 6 months been doing natural family planning, tracking cycle and avioding sex to prevent pregnancy, hes ready, im ready, but what i am struggling with is a few other couple friends feel we should wait until after they have a baby, one is currently single and goes through alot of bfs, she would be more understanding of us havign a baby, but another is 30 and has hypothyriodism making it very hard for her to have a 2nd child (shes married) and a 3rd set of friends have been trying over a year and no luck she has polycystic ovary syndrome and she really wants a child badly and thinks i should wait until she has her 1st child. ive been wanting to add another child for about 4 years, im turning 27 in a few weeks, and am ovulating in about 2 days. i feel i cant even tell some friends we are now going to start trying for another child because it would upset them that they are having trouble conceiving

How is My Dramatic/Horror Story Starting!? 10 Points!?

I know its long but I NEED feedback

The road driving up to Haroldsted House is long, twisting and turning through the harsh Tennessee mountains. The Jenkin family rides in silence, taking in the vast landscape. Arthur Jenkin smiled at his wife, Helen, as the silhouette of their new home came into view. He reached for her hand but she deliberately pulled away. “Not yet.” She murmured.
The twins, Anna and Margaret, sit quietly in the back. Anna is listening to a CD. The music is so loud Margaret can hear every word. She motions to Anna for her to turn down the volume, but of course she doesn’t listen. Margaret despises he sister and her father. She could still be living the good life in California if they hadn’t have screwed everything up.
The new house, or rather apartment, is the biggest house Helen has ever seen. The Haroldsted House was built in the late 1800’s and in the last couple years had been divided into three different apartment buildings. Great, close neighbors. Helen coveted her old life and regretted moving. But they had to leave. Arthur and Anna needed to leave California.
They pull into the roundabout and scramble out of the car. Arthur makes the first move as he makes his way to the front door. They had bought the center flat so they had access to the front door. The door opened to a nice but dusty parlor. A flight of ancient looking stairs led up to the second floor where the twins would stay. The house was old and was in desperate need of cleaning. The kitchen and the master bedroom were the two most modern rooms. The previous owners of the flat had redecorated but moved out for unknown reasons before the renovations were complete. They had even left all of their furniture which did not cost the Jenkins a penny. Helen loved to cook and she thought the kitchen was perfect. A nice up-to-date stove and oven sat against the far wall by the back door. Opposite that there was a nice circular breakfast table with a bay window in the corner.
Arthur loved his new study. The walls were painted a dark red mixed with a shade of brown. He could tell that it hadn’t been used in a while due to the cobwebs in the corners and the dust particles floating around. He was a journalist and had been offered a job for the Nashville newspaper. The best part was, he got to work straight from home, which made it easier for Helen to keep an eye on him.
Anna hated the house. She was the kind of girl who liked modern things. Not old and ancient houses that smelled of mildew. True, the house did seem very historical but Anna didn’t care. She missed her boyfriend, Steve. She could still be with him if it hadn’t had been for her pregnancy scare last month.
After the pregnancy scare with Anna and Arthur’s infidelity, Helen made it quite clear that they either move or she would get a divorce. Luckily around the same time Arthur had been offered the job in Nashville. Of course, Helen did miss her friends in Modesto, but it had to be done. And she had promised she would go back and have a girls weekend with her friends. Margaret on the other hand loved the new move. She loved antiques and natural things which seemed to only reside in Tennessee. She was an artist. Her specialty being her ability to draw beautiful landscapes.
Helen sat at the bar in the kitchen taking it all in when there came a knock on the back door. She turned to see a middle aged woman with long brown hair standing in the doorway. The woman smiled when Helen opened the door. “Hello. You must be the new tenants.” the woman said in a shrill voice. “I’m Harmony Francis. I live in the top flat.”
“Hi. I’m Helen Jenkin.” she shook the woman’s hand. “Won’t you please come in.”
The woman entered, smiling, while staring all around. “It’s finally nice to see that this beautiful place is being put to good use.”
“It is beautiful, isn’t it? I’m sorry about the mess. We didn’t know it was going to be kept like this.”
“It’s fine.” she reaches in her bag and pulls out a neatly wrapped gift. “A little house warming gift.”
“Oh you shouldn’t have, really. You’re too sweet.” Helen rips off the paper and stares, unsure of what it is.
“It’s holy water. I got it when I visited the Jordan River a couple years ago.”
“Oh well it’s very considerate of you.” Helen says, unsure of what to say.
“It’ll help get rid of some of the negative energy in this place.” she says with a frail look.
“What do you mean?”
“I’d be happy to clean this place for you.” she says, changing the subject. “I worked as a maid for fourteen years. I also clean the other two flats in this apartment. I’d be more than welcome to assist you Madame.”
“Oh it would be nice, but I think I can handle it.”
“Please Madame. I’m tight on money with the economy like it is. The other two tenants hardly pay me at all.”
“We’re kind of low on money also. A profession in journalism doesn’t pay as much
pay as much as it used to, but I’ll talk to my husband about it.”
“Oh thank you!” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ll ring tonight and start tomorrow!” she lets herself out of the house which strikes Helen as odd.
Anna lays on her new four poster bed, amazed and yet slightly creeped out about the new house. It’s weird sharing one huge house with three other people. She had heard her mother downstairs talking with the woman who lives upstairs. She seemed like a freak. She had also spotted another elder lady walking her mutt staring up at the house and smoking a cigarette. Anna had made a face and the woman looked away.
Margaret was in the attic looking at all the old storage from past owners. Mostly there were just boxes of vacation pictures and unwanted furniture. There was a box marked “Honeymoon” but Margaret decided she’d better not open those. For the most part Margaret liked the place. It was cool and vintage. She’d also seen a boy that caught her eye, blowing off

I’m the one with the ugly body/ugly scar/feeding/diapering/soothing, etc, why should he get her first word?

I need advice… or maybe just some coping strategies. Here’s my situation. I’m a 31 year old, first time, single mommy. My daughter’s father was an incredible JERK from the moment he found out I was pregnant (he’s 40 y/o btw). To make a long story short, he wanted me to have an abortion and I refused. I felt at 30 y/o I could handle the responsiility. I gave him the option to walk away – forever. He could sign paperwork to give up any and all rights to our child and would never ask him for anything… but he could never come back into our lives. ( I wanted my child to have some stability) His other option was to be a father – our relationship was over and by that time I had lost all respect for him as a person but I told him I would never stand between him and his relationship with his child or bad mouth him, etc. if he chose to be a part of her life. He made life very difficult throughout the pregnancy. He kept changing his mind about what he wanted and since in CT you can not sign away parental rights until 48 hours after the child’s birth, I had to just wait it out. When my daughter was born on April 9th he decided he wanted to be a part of her life then and has been ever since. A part of me believes he was waiting to see if she came out perfect before making a committment (this thought disgusts me, btw). So now he comes by about twice a week to visit with our daughter and pays child support – not much, but it’s something and it helps. The problem is, I still have so much resentment towards him for how he treated me and our unborn daughter.
Let me say this; I love my daughter more than anything in this world and I treasure every moment I am fortunate enough to have with her and I always will. But here’s the tough part. It was me who insisted on allowing her to live. It was me who dealt with the terrible pain and discomfort of detoxing off pain and other medications when I found out I was suddenly pregnant so my child would not be harmed by the substances. It was me who blew up like a beach ball and couldn’t sleep for the last 4 months of the pregnancy. I’m the one who sang and read stories to her in the womb and ate healthy foods to give her the best start possible. I’m the one who endured the spinal and having my abdomen sliced open because my back is too bad to withstand natural labor, and consequently it’s me who now has a terrible scar and pudgy belly and saggy boobs (from breastfeeding) left behind as a souveneir. Not to mention the 6 weeks I blead after the procedure. And now I’m the one who cares for Avary when she’s sick and sings her to sleep every night, reads stories, carts her around with me to every grocery store, doctors appointment, even voting! The truth is I love every minute of it but it just hurts me that her father sees her twice a week, if that, for about 2 hours at a clip, and he still gets to play daddy to all of his friends. He tells her to say Da Da Da when he visits and I so wanted her first word to be Momma! I know it’s natural for them to say Dadada first but now (she’s 7 months) she has just started wtih the Da da da da! All last night as I was trying to put her to bed she was saying it over and over and I know it shouldn’t bother me and I should just be happy and proud that she is developing so well and that she is saying anything at all… but it kills me! I started crying last night and couldn’t stop. Avary’s father and I are cordial to each other and even joke around sometimes but there is this underlying anger and resentment that I don’t know how to get past. Please, if anyone has any advice on this I would greatly appreciate it. I know (and want) him to be a good father to my little girl for all of her life, as she deserves that. I would never interfere with that relationship now that he has chosen it. I just need to get past all the horrible things he said and did and all the lies he’s told me over the past year and a half. Thanks in advance for any help!