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aleatoryalarmalligator · 7 years ago

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my life story continued..

In the winter of 1999, our hot water heater broke, and we had to heat water in a bucket on the wood stove. Which was also our only means of heat, so we all got bunk beds – except him and we all slept around the wood stove in our bunk beds. When my mother left, she also took every one of the antique toys I played with growing up and cherished, and also all my antique golden books that are worth hundreds, my specialty 80's toys, my goosebumps collection and she had my uncle Rusty who owns a successful second-hand store in Kellogg Idaho, pawn them for her so she could take the money and spend it on meth. So from then on until I was about fourteen, I didn't have many things. I ended up just keeping every piece of homework I got back from the teachers, and I collected rocks at the creek. Those were my things. My friends would come in my room sometimes, and they would be absolutely baffled because unlike them, I didn't have things. I just had boring rocks and sticks on my shelves. My father bought me a learners guitar that Christmas, but I made the mistake of taking it to my mother's house where her boyfriend went and traded it for something and I never saw it again.

So when I wasn't at my mom's horrible place, I was freezing to death at home, or suffering from anxiety death in school. This kind of pressure was probably good for me, but I will never know because I've only done it once and do not care to do it again.

Mrs. Brammer, my 4th grade teacher, probably getting the let-in from my 3rd grade teacher, that I was an exceptionally 'stupid' child decided that I was a slow learner. So in fourth grade, they got me started on reading Dr. Seuss books. It was kind of made known to me that I would never evolve past children's books. It didn't help that my nose was constantly bleeding out of nowhere or that my hair was super frizzy. Sometimes in class I would push my eyes as hard as I could till I saw really great colors. I would do this for most of classes sometimes, just to avoid having to be where I was, or be who I was.

My reading score was atrociously low, I will admit that. I am not sure why that was. Years later when I went to college for a brief time, they skipped me past English I to English II because I when they gave me my aptitude test I tested perfectly. Anyway, I am in a sense not sorry I appeared so unintelligent, because I ended up reading all the Shel Silverstein books, and I read The Lorax, which is such a progressive book, it probably taught me more than three years in class at my dumb elementary did.

That winter I had the misfortune of permanently fucking up my knee pretty good. I didn't break it or anything, but I had a real crash with my bike that fall. Then when it just started to heal, I fell down a flight of stairs, which reopened the scab and made it even worse and infected. And just when I thought I was done with the misfortune, I ended up slipping as I walked down the hill to go home after school, and I fell knee first into hard cement that was graciously sprinkled with monstrous hard little pieces of spiky basalt, and there was a strange burning tickling sensation like no other, and when that knee finally healed, the skin looked pretty awful and to this day it's kind of shimmery.

Because I talked to myself a lot, I guess someone reported me to the counselor. So for a short period of time I saw a counselor named Mrs. Friedburger? Something like that. Doesn't seem right but that's what I remember her name being. She came from Arkansas for some reason, just to be a counselor in this tiny little elementary school in north Idaho for some reason that I will never know the reason for, and she had a very thick accent. She was actually a really nice lady. But sometimes she would ask me these amazingly frustrating questions that nobody could answer, especially a 4th grader. She would ask me how I felt, and I would tell her. And then she would ask me what I felt underneath that. And I didn't know what on earth she meant. I was not aware that there were two or more feelings going on at the same time. I tried to explain to her that I didn't have any other feelings, but she persisted till I gave her what she wanted to hear. But then she would ask me for another feeling underneath that, which, if the second one had any grain of truth to it, the third feeling was a complete and total fabrication. I was not sure what she wanted.

She ended up assembling me, and two other girls in my age group, a girl named Nicole, who would end up having a reputation as being a pretty loose girl who was always drunk – even in school and now lives in a camper in a North Dakota oil field, and a girl named Casey, who always seemed frightened and always dated druggy rednecks who treated her rudely even though she seemed very nice herself, though a bit dull. She now is a waitress, and if for some silly reason you ever want to go visit the small pointless town of Kendrick Idaho, you can surely be guaranteed to be served by her if you so fancy.

Mrs. Friedburger called this group The Children Of Divorce. We played this board game based on divorce. Which was like bingo and candy land mixed together kind of. Then we would go around the room and we were forced to answer questions and open up about our feelings about our parents divorcing. Listening to these other girls talk, I really got the sense that, as bad as my life was, I felt like I had something else within myself I could turn to. These girls were very much like sponges. They just openly figured they would do exactly what their mothers did. They had no opinions, and their lives actually seemed rougher than mine. Both of them had rotten stepfathers for instance. They had to worry about these stepfathers in a way that I didn't have to worry at home. And I didn't even have it good at home.

I got the feeling that this wasn't really helping me at all. It probably wasn't. I got frustrated too, because Mrs. Friedburger really wanted to believe that the source of my instability and eccentricity was due to the sorrows of my parents divorce. I tried to explain to her that I just didn't like going to my mother's house, but my parent's separation was a huge relief. She just didn't buy it. In her mind, I think she really believed that all children react the same way, which they do not.

My father wasn't all that great to me though after awhile. Still didn't compare to what these girls had to go home to, but it wasn't good either. My father is incredibly talkative. He often times will talk to someone for three straight hours. Many people have said it is somewhat abrasive. He doesn't really like listening. He gets this openly annoyed look on his face if you pipe in at all. So, him going through a divorce and whathaveyou, he had a lot to say about my mother and about life in general, and I was there to hear the whole thing, but I never learned how to have an actual real conversation from him. He would talk to me until I was exhausted. I was happy to be getting so much of my father's focus, but there was a large element of this that simply wasn't fair. I had no voice, and he was making up in his mind who he thought I was. I don't think my dad can help this, but if something isn't all about something he can be doing, he really doesn't seem to genuinely understand it. I mean, he's a smart guy, and curious.

He listens to people more now that he is older, and he reads a lot and I think in his way tries very hard to understand other people. But he fails in many regards. He really just doesn't get anyone he has ever known, never had a single friend who stuck, girlfriend, and he rarely talks to his family, and this is partially because he's a total sucker. And partially because he talks and talks to people and doesn't really empathize with them. He means well most of the time. He's capable of empathy, but this empathy has to be spelled out so clearly in the sky, being broadcast from speakers repetitively, that it made him a very difficult parent for someone like me to have. He also has something kind of off about his memory. Every single day, he will kind of repeat what he said yesterday, or even a few hours ago. Growing up with it, I got used to it. But when I got older, I realized there was something kind of weird going on.

Anyway, once a month too, he flies into a rage and has to take it out on someone aggressively and with complete hatred. It's something you can mostly always count on. And that someone was generally always me. He would randomly be very cruel to me. I became extremely mistrustful of him. Because he would be very nice to me, and very focused, and then he would yell at me, call me stupid, demand things from me, scare me, shame me. And when he had me to the point where I was crying and could barely breath and didn't know up from down, he would get in my face and mock me till I felt like I was nothing. This must have made him feel better. For the life of me, I don't know what he did this for, but it had to have served some kind of purpose. After crying myself to sleep, my face stung from the salt of tears, I would go to school, be treated like nothing by my friends and teachers, go to my mother's for the weekend, be treated like nothing, and then by the next week, my father, my one and only friend would have mysteriously lost his anger and be very chipper and want to talk to me. And I think my younger siblings would watch these fights happen, and they in a way would grow to look down at me at times, internalizing the concept that I was somehow a polarizing human being. Because they were very little and did not understand what I had done wrong, but they knew it was bad.

I remember one time he repeated to me over and over that I was stupid just like my mother. And I was ugly. I was having some troubles with spelling. Which is funny because my father can't spell

apple' and I actually nearly won the spelling bee twice. He ended up throwing the spelling book at me and told me he couldn't stand looking at me anymore.

Everything is moving towards it's end, and to a new beginning, kind of. At school, I just could not keep following ten feet behind Samantha and Sarah Mae as they pretended to be Spice Girls on the playground anymore. I wrote a letter telling Samantha that I didn't want to be friends with them anymore and that neither one of them cared about me. Of course this became GIRLFIGHT! And Sarah and Samantha would gossip and look over at me. I was told that I didn't do enough to hang out with them, and I was actually the one that was isolating myself by being such a weirdo, returned in a letter under more fourth grade girl terms. Then Catherine, who I had never liked, but who was also being left out by them decided to jump on my bandwagon and separate from them as well. She then decided that I would be her new best friend.

I was sitting by myself under the shade in the corner of the playground, when Catherine started throwing rocks at me. This was always the kind of thing that I didn't like about her. She demanded that she would not stop until I became her best friend. So, I meekly agreed to be her best friend eventually. Which I hated saying. I didn't want to be her friend, but it was kind of hard for me to feel comfortable sitting in the lunch room by myself, so I took her up on terms of convenience. She then told the school counselor, Mrs. Friedburger, who was happy to see I had made a new friend and we were both sent to the counselor's room to tell her what good friends we were. But it felt like I was getting married with someone I could barely stand. I wanted her to go away, but she wouldn't.

Then, in the midst of this whole thing, Mrs. Brammer randomly assigned everyone in the class with a planet, and we had to be randomly teamed up with another student. And low and behold, they teamed me up with precious Sarah-Mae. We had never really formally hung out. She was always either hanging out with Catherine, or Samantha even though we were in the same group. It was pretty awkward to be teamed up with her while I was hashing it out with Samantha, and having an involuntary marriage to Catherine. I was great at not doing homework, but I wasn't so good at throwing other people under the bus if I could help it.

Then, that same week, my father met Sarah-Mae's mom at the store, Carol. Carol had been my dad's first serious girlfriend. He dated her when he was in the rock band for three years. Then he cheated on her, twice. And it broke her heart, and then she moved to Hawaii and New York City and Seattle where she had really interesting jobs, and she got a few degrees in college that she had trouble ever applying, and eventually she had Sarah-Mae, but then Sarah-Mae's dad went crazy, and they moved to Kendrick, which was where of course I lived. Sarah and I had actually met once before, in Zany Graze when we were three years old. I have no memory of it. But she had randomly came over and sat next to me, which was unlike her since she was a shy child.

So my father found out I had this project, and as he saw Carol as someone he could talk and talk and talk and talk at, he decided to bring me over so she and I could work on it. There was no way for me to avoid her, much as I wanted to. We were destined to be friends.

It turned out that Sarah-Mae and I had a lot in common. We were both really invested in drawing. We liked the same shows. I thought Sarah's room was really neat. She had a fish tank in her room. Her mother had built her a giant dollhouse for her barbies. She had a dog named Bear Dog and a cat named Precious, who hissed at me when she saw me in the house. Carol made us popcorn, and she listened to the radio. I thought she was definitely a cool mom. Their home was cluttered, but in a neat orderly way. Like, the fridge was covered in magnets and there was a lot of antique things and plants about, but everything was where it should be just the same. Sarah had a lot of knick knacks. She liked to skateboard, and play super Nintendo.

I will admit, we didn't hit it off as well as Rachelle and I did. Rachelle and I had been almost too good of friends. We just sort of became the same person after awhile. We were inseparable and we tended to cause damage and chaos everywhere we went. She had the same inner wildness as me, only Rachelle could actually show it, where as I have always been a secretly wild person who has trouble finding outlets. Sarah and my friendship has always been different because even while we are close and very similar, there is always a distance and a strong sense that she is she and I am me. It's not a bad thing, it actually kind of fosters an appreciation you might not be able to have if you were to not have boundaries, but it makes for a completely different kind of friendship. There were rules with Sarah-Mae that you had to kind of go by. Which made me feel awkward because I didn't have any rules at all. She was a much more existential friend than Rachelle had been.

She didn't have rules to be mean most of the time, it was just part of her nature. She had stomach issues so she could not eat certain things or she would become horribly nauseated. She had to carry around crackers all the time in case she would get sick. This was I think something that burdened her life so much it actually became part of her personality. Till well into junior high, she rarely ever went to her friend's house, with a few exceptions. We all had to visit her. Part of it early on was that she was so attached to her mother that she felt bad if she stayed the night somewhere else. This always baffled me. I was always looking for an excuse to get away from those lunatics at home. But even so, after her mom wasn't the reason anymore, that's just kind of how she is most of the time. You have to kind of work around her a bit. It's something you get used to. She has to gauge everything cautiously before she jumps. And I have occasionally had to push her out of her comfort zone I think.

Her room had to stay in a certain order. When you stayed the night, you had to make sure your feet were clean, I have always felt weird if I overate in front of Sarah too, even though I am sure she doesn't actually care – especially now. In a way, for me at least, I always kind of wanted to make her a Rachelle. There is something a little bit lonely at times about being Sarah's friend. But we really just love each other a lot. Sarah was actually a very nice person at home. She was always a fantastic listener. She didn't have the same taste in destruction that I did. So I learned to kind of suppress my inner anguish and delightful need for chaos at least a little bit, though she seemed to appreciate, at least in theory that I was that way. I wouldn't say that Sarah isn't that way herself. It's just different somehow. She is a very pleasant gentle person who harmonizes with people, and studies them in a way that is very pleasant to be around. There is a level of thought to things she does that most people put no thought into whatsoever. I think that being around her probably offset a lot of traits I would have otherwise picked up from my family that I would have been a lot worse off for having.

So after learning that doing the Venus project wasn't so bad after all, we just started hanging out everyday we could. It became almost a daily routine. We would get off after school, go to her house, share a bag of popcorn, watch Pokemon, and then we would both draw alien girls together. We bonded over this. Sarah for the first few years lied and said that somehow she had come up with alien girls first, though she later admitted to me that this wasn't true. She just was envious of them and wanted to draw them without feeling like she was copying me.

This made my life a lot better overall. Catherine was not too happy about it. There was this big fight over who get's to have 'The Renee' in the playground. Sarah grabbed one of my arms and Catherine grabbed the other. I remember both of them were tugging on me. I felt pretty annoyed. I had told Catherine to go away. She was crying, and saying I broke my promise. And she's right, I did. I had forged a friendship with Sarah-Mae, which made me an in-disposable member of 'the group' again. Catherine was kind of mean. I know she was just a little girl who's family was messed up. And she's grown up to be a pretty nice person from what I can tell. She avoids most of her family. She's married to this guy who I actually work with. They are both kind of dullards by my standards. But they seem to really love each other and they have some kids. So I am glad that Catherine went on to have a somewhat good life.

By the end of the school year, I still had a lot of issues. But I was sort of adjusting to Rachelle not being around anymore.

Then I had another really horrible worst day of my life – at least to me back then. We were going to have picture day at school, and my father, in a rare moment of empathetic realization thought that perhaps I might like something to wear for picture day that year.. He talked to Carol – who had already grown weary of him (and probably still didn't like him from the times he cheated on her when they were young), and she was going to take Sarah-Mae down to the really atrociously horrible clothing store that was in Kendrick. Basically, it was a store that had overpriced 80's clothes in it, before it was realized in the 2010's that 80's was actually fucking awesome and we had forgotten. So Sarah and I went together to this dumb store, where years ago my sister Maria had the cops called for shoplifting.

Sarah and I both struggled to find something acceptable for school, but we eventually both wanted the same shirt. I was a lot heavier than Sarah. The shirt fit me, but not spectacularly well. It fit Sarah very well. I remember going into their changing area, which was basically part of the room, and for some reason I will never understand, Carol started talking about how much prettier and more petite her own daughter was than me with the snotty woman in the store. I had up to that point, not really compared myself to Sarah in that way. But it became obvious to me that in that moment when most people saw us hanging out in town, they probably just saw a cute skinny girl hanging out with a fat scraggly girl who's clothes didn't fit.

It really was too much. Me now – I would have said something snarky and made everyone uncomfortable. Or I just might not care. I have an extremely exquisite sense of aesthetic. I also don't value life in this way. But to have an adult ultimately talking about how fat I was, was really hard for me to take. To be fair, I think the store lady was the one who really was emphasizing my weight per say, but Carol was using it as a launching pad to talk about how lovely her daughter was compared to other girls. I was too afraid to come out of the dressing room at that point because my entire body was shaking and I was weeping silently. Eventually I found the strength and held it in and came out. Sarah looked extremely guilty. I don't think she really liked what they were saying about me, but didn't know what to say. She was trying to pretend it didn't happen. She certainly wasn't going to go against her mother. Carol then superseded my decision to get the shirt that I wanted, and instead I ended up buying nothing and I felt totally horrible. Sarah got the shirt, and she wore it for picture day. Looking back at the pictures, I wasn't all that fat at all. It was just that Sarah was still 70 lbs. I was probably 105 lbs. And I was pudgy. I was at that stage where you have to stop shopping in the kids section, but I didn't know it yet. And actually, that shirt sucked. The shirt I ended up having to wear was way cooler.

I held my breakdown in somehow for the rest of the evening, even though it felt like a golf ball was jammed in my throat. When my father picked me up after work later that evening, even though it's a bad idea to cry in front of him, I did so anyway. I lost control and started wailing. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I think the outburst shocked him to at first have sympathy. He tried to comfort me. But then I think the notion that other adults saw me as less started making him feel insecure as well. Like, in his dumb little head it was like I had lost him an award. I could not stop crying. Eventually after twenty minutes of this at home. He began screaming at me. He told me I was fat and ugly and that everything Carol said about me was true. I wasn’t like other girls. I was an ugly freak. He told me to shut up. He told me to shut up a lot growing up.

I cried until three in the morning or so. Before finally mercifully passing out from exhaustion.

In case you want to read the first parts of my personal tale here are the links to the first, second, third and fourth parts.

PART 4

http://aleatoryalarmalligator.tumblr.com/post/160729982054/being-10-in-1999

PART 3

http://aleatoryalarmalligator.tumblr.com/post/160399693214/about-me-the-third-part-i-did-it-after-all

PART 2

http://aleatoryalarmalligator.tumblr.com/post/160333575899/life-story-part-2

PART 1

http://aleatoryalarmalligator.tumblr.com/post/160186590059/about-me-life-story-part-1

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magicalcreaturesofthenightbios · 7 years ago

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Phoebe Halliwell

Name: Phoebe Halliwell

Age: 23 - 41

Relationship: Single [Verse depending]

Sexuality:

Job: Advice Columnist

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Wanted fc:

Phoebe Halliwell is the middle sister of the Charmed Ones following the death of her oldest sister, Prue and the discovery of her younger half-sister, Paige. She is the wife of a Cupid named Coop and the mother of their children, P.J., Parker, and Peyton Halliwell.[3] She was once pregnant with and lost a son while she was married to her ex-husband Cole Turner.

Phoebe was often considered the weakest of the Charmed Ones by demons due to her primary powers being more inclined to be passive than active. However, she consistently proved them wrong with her formidable martial-arts skills and her remarkable spell-casting talent.

Her Wiccan powers gradually evolved, coming to include dangerously offensive aspects that could match those of her sisters: Premonition, Levitation, Empathy and Psychic Reflection. Besides this, Phoebe possesses the basic powers of a witch: the ability to cast spells (which is her specialty), brew potions, scry for lost objects and people, and divine for pieces of information. Last but not least, Phoebe could access The Power of Three, the collective power of the Charmed Ones.

Phoebe is a famous columnist, and occasionally a reporter at The Bay Mirror, and is the author of the best-seller "Finding Love".

Phoebe was born on November 2nd, 1975 to the Warren witch Patty Halliwell and the mortal Victor Bennett. On March 24th, 1975, Phoebe's birth power of premonition manifested itself through her mother while still in the womb, granting Patty a vision of the future. Following this event, the unborn Phoebe combined her magic with her two older sisters, Prue and Piper, to use the Power of Three to send their future selves back to their time.

Sometime after she was born, her maternal grandmother, Penny, bound her powers and erased all her magic-related memories, along with her sisters' powers and memories, in order to keep her safe from the warlock Nicholas, who was promised their powers in a pact. [4]

Unfortunately for her, almost three years after her birth, Phoebe's mother was killed by the Water Demon. As a result, Phoebe never really knew her mother, and this loss ultimately had a significant impact on her and her sisters' lives to the extent that she once confessed that if she had one wish to be granted, she would ask for time alone with her mother. [5]

At the age of ten, Phoebe was transported to the year 2002 by a spell cast by her future self, where she met two older versions of herself as well as those of her sisters Piper and Paige. She was taken to the Heavens by her Whitelighter, Leo, for safety. After she helped her older-self listen to her heart about marrying Cole, she returned to her own time, where Grams quickly erased her memory of the time travel. [6]

Phoebe was a good student, and once earned an award for Student of the Month, but became somewhat of a juvenile delinquent in her teenage years by causing trouble around school and even engaging in shoplifting. This change of character was often credited to the fact that Grams had tried to often control her, which led to to dedicate herself to rebellion out of spite. However, Piper believed her acting out was due to her unhappiness over her lack of a true mother. [7] She was given the nickname "Freebie" in high school after making out with her old boyfriend in the principal's office.

On October 7th, 1998, Phoebe returned from New York after spending six months there following the death of her Grams. On that night, while playing with the spirit board with Piper, the pointer suddenly moved on its own, spelling out the word "attic." To find out more about it, she went up to the attic where she found the Book of Shadows. Phoebe then cast the Dominus Trinus, which reawakened the powers of the three sisters that were previously bound by their Grams when they were children.

The next day, she received her first premonition—two teenagers getting hit by a car -- which allowed her to prevent accident, though it came at the cost of her being injured. Both Prue and Piper initially did not believe her when she told them that they were the Charmed Ones, but they were forced to acknowledge it as the truth when they each manifested their own powers. Later, all three sisters managed to tap into the Power of Three and vanquished Jeremy.

Unlike her sisters, Phoebe embraced her destiny as a Charmed One with open arms, and convinced them to embrace their magic as well. With the help of their magical destiny, she and Prue were finally able to heal the rift that stemmed from their dramatic differences.

However, as the least rule-abiding one of the four sisters, Phoebe frequently saw magic as a tool, which led her to often break the most basic of Wiccan rules: magic is not meant to be used for personal gain. Her disregard for the restrictions eventually led to her active powers of levitation and empathy being stripped from her after she excessively exploited them for her own personal gain. This served as a hard yet necessary lesson, given that while it finally taught her the importance of rule-abiding, it also meant that she was forced to learn to depend more on her personal self, such her basic common sense, her natural spell-writing talent, and, of course, her academic knowledge of magic. It was an experience that she sincerely took to heart, evidenced by the fact that even after she regained all of her former powers and developed new abilities, she remained a more careful and conscientious witch, one who took great care to consider the possible consequences of using magic and to be mindful of hurting others with it.

Despite anything and everything, she was consistently the most spirited and spontaneous Charmed One.

As Phoebe's personality matured and her knowledge of witchcraft became more extensive, she decided to get a job, but was relatively turned off by the fact she was not educated enough to obtain jobs that interested her. This ultimately led to Phoebe deciding to return to college, and she worked hard to ensure that she was able to balance her studies on top of her responsibilities as a Charmed One, which she took very seriously.

However, this balancing act proved to be extremely difficult for her, as she and her sisters were subjected to frequent demonic attacks, and her instinct to protect the innocent often got in the way of her studies and nearly derailed her intent to pass all of her final exams. Fortunately, Phoebe eventually overcame all obstacles and passed her exams, allowing her to later graduate from college with a B.A. in Psychology. While this achievement was a huge source of pride for her, her duties as a Charmed One ultimately prevented her from using her degree for two years after she graduated. [9]

Phoebe met Cole Turner while she was in college. He was the assistant district attorney in charge of a case in which she was involved. Unbeknownst to the sisters, Cole was a half-demon known as Belthazor who was sent by the Triad to kill the Charmed Ones. The two fell in lust and flirted with each other for a several months until Cole eventually asked Phoebe out on a date, which she happily accepted. However, Cole had unintentionally fallen in love with her, which prompted him to purposely fail his missions from the Triad in order to protect her.

During one of his botched and half-hearted attacks on the Charmed Ones, Cole was inadvertently hurt. However, his betrayal enraged the Triad, who then tried and failed to kill him. Cole's injury eventually lead to Phoebe discovering of his true identity as both him and Belthazor were injured in the spot.

A hurt and angry Phoebe wanted to vanquish him until he finally convinced her of his love by saving her life. She then decided to fake his death to protect him from her sisters. This complicated her relationship with her sisters until the guilt she felt due to lying to them motivated her to eventually tell the truth; first to her Whitelighter, Leo, and then to her sisters, Piper and Prue.

On May 17th, 2001, Phoebe's oldest sister, Prue Halliwell, was killed in battle by the demon Shax. The tragic and unexpected loss of their sister was devastating for both Piper and Phoebe, though the former was more open than the latter regarding how badly she was shaken by it. However, Phoebe tried to remain strong and collected for Piper's sake, and worked hard to make sure everything was taken care of so no one else would have to worry about it.

At her sister's funeral, she met a woman named Paige Matthews, and when they shook hands, she had a premonition that Paige would be killed by Shax, the same demon who killed Prue. With Piper too overwhelmed with grief to help, she decided to team up with Cole so they could save Paige.

With Cole's investigation, they found out that she was a potential Charmed One who may be able to reconstitute the Power of Three. They then interrogated Grams and Patty and found out that Paige was their younger half-sister, who was given up at birth for protection. Paige then arrived at the house and shook hands with her older half-sisters, and the Power of Three was then recreated.

Phoebe also played a significant role not only in helping Paige to mature into their Charmed heritage, but also to ensure that Paige and Piper came to understand and love each other as sisters. Though she was just as grieved as Piper over Prue's death, and she once confessed that she was actually frightened and doubtful of whether they could continue to fight the good fight without her, she eventually learned to move on with life. With Piper now the oldest sister and therefore the natural leader of the reconstituted Charmed Ones, Phoebe took on the mantle of the mediator between Piper and Paige (whose initial relationship resembled that of the one shared between her and Prue's during their early years, though less hostile in comparison), and also focused on honing her power of levitation as well as her spell-writing talents.

Cole Turner absorbed the powers of the Source so that the Charmed Ones could vanquish him. However, after the vanquish, the essence of the Source stayed in Cole and slowly started to corrupt him. Phoebe's powers alerted her that something was wrong, especially after feeling a premonition about Cole being blocked, however she remained oblivious to the matter.

Cole then tricked Phoebe into marrying him through a Dark Binding ceremony. Shortly after, Phoebe found out that she was pregnant. With the pregnancy, she began manifesting the ability to shoot flames from her hands and the power of teleportation.

When she found out the truth through a premonition, she was in shock, however, the Seer convinced her to become the Queen of the Underworld. She then vanquished an evil Wizard who was trying to take Cole's position as the Source and joined Cole as his queen.

Phoebe tried to live the life of the queen of all evil, but a combination of pregnancy hormones and demonic tonics made her so cranky that she ended up vanquishing five of Cole's best demons. Because she missed her sisters, and because saving innocents was "who she was," Phoebe then tried to play both sides of good and evil before realizing that she had to choose.

She later discovered that Cole knew about The Seer's tonics completely eating away at her good nature. Shortly after, she found out that Cole killed one of her innocents and she chose to rejoin her sisters in opposing him. Together, they cast the spell which used the power of their ancestors to vanquish Cole.

Because of Cole's death, the Source had completely taken over the unborn baby Phoebe was carrying. After the child was stolen by the Seer, Phoebe came to terms with the fact the evil spawn never truly belonged to her.

Phoebe was still trying to put her life back together and her time as Queen of the Underworld behind her when Cole returned from the Demonic Wasteland. Despite their unchangeable mutual love, she believed that they could not be together because he now had countless demonic powers—though he did his best to do good deeds—and she was still a good witch. Her traumatic experiences from being the Queen of the Underworld and carrying the unborn Source also played a hand in her reluctance of their relationship.

Hence, Phoebe decided to file for divorce. However, Cole could not accept that their marriage was over and continued to pursue her, but it only made Phoebe's love for him gradually turn into hatred as he succumbed to evil once again and attempted to turn her as well. Her powers eventually became inactive due to her attempts to avoid Cole by overworking herself at the Bay Mirror. She tried to solve this problem by going to a gypsy fortuneteller.

Lydia, another gypsy, told her that her powers were not working because she working to hard and was neglecting her powers. By balancing her time at work and with family, her powers become active once again, and even advanced to the point that she can see the future in color and experience the event as if she had astral-projected into her future self.

In 2003, Phoebe discovered that besides being a witch, she was also destined to be an Empath, gaining the ability feel other people's emotions. Initially, Phoebe was excited to have gained a new power, but eventually grew to fear it as she recalls how it almost killed Prue.

However, Leo explained that her becoming an empath may have happened a little early because she was meant to use her new power to save Piper, who became trapped in an emotional cocoon when Leo became an Elder. After saving Piper, who because of her hidden emotions had become a Valkyrie, Phoebe attempted to gain control over hew new power, though it proved to be difficult especially with her and Jason Dean's growing feelings for each other.

Over time, she began to find some control over her empathic abilities and with Piper's blessing, she moved to Hong Kong with Jason. Unfortunately, her relationship with him eventually came to an end when he found out about her witch heritage.

In that same year, Phoebe is sent on a vision quest by Enola, a young shaman at Magic School. She is taken into a possible future without the constant demon attacks where she is pregnant. This would not be the last time Phoebe is given a vision of a peaceful future.

Kyra shared with Phoebe a vision of the Avatars' ultimate goal -- Utopia, a world free of the battle between good and evil. In this future, Phoebe discovers that she has a daughter.

After Phoebe and her sisters' astral selves destroyed Zankou and the Nexus in the basement of Halliwell Manor, everyone, both mortal and supernatural, believed they were dead because of the blast created by the vanquish. This was their chance to finally lead a normal life.

The sisters decided to leave their charmed life behind and start over. That is when Phoebe decided that the sisters should choose one appearance and make it a permanent one by the use of a spell. The sisters and Leo changed identities, becoming the cousins of their father Victor.

Phoebe moved out of the manor and got her own apartment in the city. Soon after, she met Coop, who turned out to be a Cupid that was sent by the Elders to help her find her true love. Phoebe at first, disliked Coop and was annoyed and irritated that the Elders would think she needed help to find love, but Coop knew that she was just scared because of all her previous heartbreaks and disappointments and reassured her that her future daughter was destined.

Overtime, she grew to trust Coop and sought his advise on both magical and family matters. However, Phoebe's continuing reluctance and Coop's persistence led to them challenging, amusing, and exciting each other. Overtime, little by little, they began to develop feelings for each other, but hid them to save themselves from the trauma Piper and Leo went through. Phoebe finally told Coop that it was him she wanted and the two ignited their romance with a passionate kiss.

After the Ultimate battle, Phoebe and her sisters started writing about their experiences over the last eight years in the Book of Shadows so they can pass it down the way it was passed down to them. With most of the powerful demons vanquished, Phoebe and her family were free from fighting demons for one year and six months. During this time,. Phoebe and Coop started to date and she also continued her work at the Bay Mirror.

After dating for a few months, Coop took Phoebe to Cupid's Temple and proposed. She accepted and was later married to her true love by an Angel of Destiny at the newly regained Magic School. While on their honeymoon, she got pregnant with their first child. Nine months later, she gave birth to their daughter, P.J. Halliwell.

Sometime before or after baby Prue's birth, Phoebe moved out of her condo and bought a house with Coop, which the couple and their daughter currently live in.

At the end of her maternity leave, Phoebe found that she did not want to return to work and leave her newborn daughter. However, after deciding that she had to, Phoebe and Coop discover that little Prue has come into her powers as she kept beaming her mommy back home every time she would try to leave.

Phoebe's premonition power appears to have advanced, evident by the fact that she was able to receive one upon command while she and Piper were attending their friend Brittany's funeral. She wanted to know how Brittany died, so she impulsively touches the coffin and receives a premonition, seeing Brittany looking very old. She explains to Piper that she's as old as when Javna stole her youth nearly ten years before.

After Phoebe discovered that her publicist and close friend, Mika was dating Cal Greene, she became worried that the future she saw eight years earlier where she used a new power to kill Cal for murdering a close friend, would eventually come true. She did not understand her new power and was afraid that she would use it to hurt him. Her sisters tried to calm her down and reassure her that things have changed. They told her to use her empathy power to figure Cal out though she got no results. Coop then discovered that Mika and Cal's relationship was not destined to last which Phoebe thought meant that Cal was going to kill her. Phoebe then discovered that Cal had a history of abusing women and confronted Elise who, because of threatening messages from Cal, stopped printing the stories in the Bay Mirror. Phoebe then rushes to inform Mika, who had already been told of Cal's abusive history by Elise and had confronted him about it which made him angry. Later that night, while doing her webchat with Mika and her sisters in tow, Phoebe has a premonition of Elise's funeral, realizing that the close friend that Cal was going to murder was not Mika, but Elise. Phoebe then ran to Elise and discovered that she had been brutalized and shot by Cal, and realized, through her anger, that her new power is the ability to manipulate people's emotions, allowing her to overcharge their heads, effectively killing them. Despite wanting to kill Cal in revenge, Phoebe heeds Piper's warning and tells a healed Elise her secret in order to get her help in getting Cal locked up. After the situation was resolved, Phoebe uses her lesson of trust that she learned during, in her book.

With the destruction of all the strong demons of the past, Phoebe was finally able to have a normal live (she still helped innocents, but things became much calmer than her early years). Phoebe continues to give advice through her advice column in The Bay Mirror to all who needed it, but was more interested in helping her readers find love.

The magical lives of Phoebe and her sisters as the Charmed Ones, is written in the history books of Magic School as well as their own Book of Shadows, which has grown thicker by the time they are 80.

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