When it comes to relationships, there is a very thin line that once crossed, nothing is left but animosity.

No learning here, just animosity.

Kind of I guess. Army first your comment made me mad, then I spent a minute thinking about it and that’s pretty much where he stood haha.

When I say he was dumb, my good lord I couldn’t come close to giving an example that would do him justice.

He was an abused kid though, and being tough meant a lot to him because that’s how he survived.

A story for fun.

My mom was very religious. Her greatest dream was to have him see the world the way that she did, and she tried, and she tried. She finally got him to go to church with her. He stopped drinking, he stopped using drugs. We were leaving church one night and going to his parents . Some of his old buddies stopped him in the road, they walked up and the one guy said, “hey Henry, what the fuck is going on, buddy?”

He said, “I’m trying to do right and raise my kids right. I would appreciate it if you didn’t cuss in front of my wife and kids.“

Dude, thought he was joking. He said, “oh bullshit, Henry going to fucking church.”

My stepdad said, “I’m going to give you one more chance before I make you regret cussing in front of my wife and kids.”

Dude said, “I don’t fucking believe this, Henry the Christian.”

My dad got out of the car and knocked every one of his front teeth out. People were fucking terrified of him. The lady across the street called the cops. The cop showed up, “Henry, we hear there’s some fighting going on down here.” My dad said, “ain’t nobody fighting here, so you can just go on up the road.”

The cop replied, “well then what happened to him?”

My dad said, “He fell.”

The dude looked at the police officer and said, “he’s right, I fell off the bridge.”

The cops pulled out and left while this dude stood here, holding his teeth and crying like a toddler.

Now in my dad’s mind, (step dad, but raised me), He was teaching us this big lesson in that moment.

Poor guy was so stupid that he didn’t realize that violence was not a lesson you teach children. I was terrified, but my brother thought he was the coolest motherfucker who ever lived in that moment. Needless to say, we took drastically different routes for a very long time in our lives.

It’s still a worry in the world of recovery.

I know this about myself for sure. I used to do coke once a year. I’d buy a weekend supply and have a ball. Can’t do that today because of fentanyl.

Anyway. I was the only person in my group that could do a bunch of coke and sleep like a baby. I’d sit up and play shooters with more focus than I’d ever had and then I’d go to bed and get up and do it again the next day.

Probably related.

I wish my parents had got me help. The poor things couldn’t help themselves though.

I waited too late with my daughter really, but we had a lot going on for a long time. Her mom lost her mind and totally threw everything in the wind and then got diagnosed with cancer and suffered horribly before dying.

I’m hoping I can get her turned around now.

My doctor won’t treat me (I definitely have adhd)because I’ve been on suboxone for a decade and they’re afraid I’ll abuse it I guess. I could go somewhere else but starting over on this is a nightmare. He says if I tested positive he’d have to put me in rehab.

When I began I had to dose in front of a doctor every morning. That went on for several months, then I went once a week. That went on for several more months, then once every two. Several more months of that and finally once a month.

On top of that, I had to go to group three times a week and one group with an actual psychologist once a month.

I’d love to be able to use my brain. It has taken me over an hour to type this comment haha. I keep forgetting and then coming back by accident when I look at my phone.

We’ve been trying to get a diagnosis for a few years. Everyone seems to agree she has it, but they’re scared to medicate her because of my issues with addiction I guess.

We’re pushing the issue next week actually.

Your username is one of the most interesting things I’ve ever encountered.

People can easily justify their own sin because they know exactly what motivates them, which is usually some other bullshit they justified to themselves already.

I have witnessed some serious mental gymnastics in my life regarding such things.

I knew a man so religious that he wouldn’t dream of letting a woman live with him if he wasn’t married to her, but he wasn’t really cheating on their two decade long relationship, because they weren’t married.

And boy oh boy, a personal relationship with god affords you all sorts of leeway. Throughout the history of Christianity, what the church had to say was very important. Not anymore. The religion has evolved so that every man is a priest, and Jesus is just wearing shades and riding shotgun wherever they go.

“I’ve never actually read the bi-buhl, but I have a personal relationship with Christ so… and when I have trouble, I just open a random page and read until I find something I relate to. That’s how he guides me, that and the feelings I have in my heart.”

Amazes me.

This right here is my biggest fear for my daughter.

She’s lazy. She’s unfocused. She’s isolated.

She is one of the greatest artists I have ever encountered in my life. Bad shit seems to come with that. I am afraid that the world will never know it because she isolates almost completely.

Her mother died from breast cancer when she was 13. I have been so unkind to my body and I’m afraid I won’t be here long enough to help her the way she might end up needing it.

She has her step dad who has remained a big part of her life since her mom passed away. He’s a great man and she and her mother were very lucky that he’s the one she found. She can’t get along with any of her mom’s family. I believe that my wife would always look out for her, but I wish they’d get closer. Her mom made that hard by saying only days before she died, “If you replace me with that woman I will spend eternity rolling in my grave.”

I have survived in this world because of my mother and my uncle. Without them I would have been homeless over and over again. I wish she would get closer with her mom’s family. I can’t make her stay with them though. Her aunt takes her to school if she misses the bus, so maybe she’ll look out for her.

It keeps me awake at night more than anything else.

Well, I’m 40. At that time we all thought there was something to be ashamed of. As much as it pains me to know I ever felt that way, I lived in constant humiliation like I wasn’t a real man or something.

My step dad (who I love and have a thousand reasons to defend when you look over the course of my life. He seems evil without context) also put me through it. “Daddy’s little girl” “little fag like his father”. Good lord, i type that out and he seems irredeemable, but he did redeem himself, honestly. Somehow he did. It turns out he went through the same thing, was the dumbest man I ever knew, and just wanted me to be as manly as I could be because that’s what it takes to keep from getting your head stomped in the world we come from. Believe it or not, it came from a place of love which somehow makes the trauma worse.

I don’t know. Life is long, and it’s tremendous. I heard that in a song years ago and it stuck out to me. I mean, we know it’s short, but some things make some times so so so long.

Is what it is. I have a drop dead gorgeous 10 out of 10 wife that any straight man would envy me for. I have kids who love me. This world is a beautiful place once you make your way, despite all of the ugly chaos.

My step dad loved me or he wouldn’t have walked to a crappy job every day just to buy my Christmas presents. He was just misguided and abused himself, and he wasn’t smart enough to see that. The way it was, that was just the way it was for him and he wasn’t smart enough to look at it any other way.

I am a straight man. I have lived as a straight man all my life. I have only been with women.

Yet, I was somehow bullied for being gay in high school until I just dropped out. I mean, there was more to it than that, but that was the reason I vomited when I seen the school sign.

Nirvana In Utero is my favorite record of all time.

They aren’t my favorite band, but my god that record hits me right where I need it.

Not trying to throw an unrelated comment, just hoping the commenter gives it a go too.

And just saying, if it’s the 72 pin connector, you don’t need a new one. Just pop yours out and bend the pins back out. It’s very very easy, honest to God there’s no reason to get a new one. I have new ones in my closet, probably 20 of them, but I’ve never really needed to use any of them.

If you don’t want to fool with that PM me your address and I’ll send you one.

Oh man they’re so so so easy to fix.

My childhood NES had a capacitor go out recently and the color was off. It still worked it was just ugly.

I have like 10 of them so I just swapped my case, but for some silly reason it’s like I don’t feel connected to the “spirit” of the machine because of it.

I’m going to have to order new capacitors and you just reminded me.

Get that thing fixed. It’s so so easy.

Can you believe my original ps1 is still rocking hard with zero adjustments?

My ps2 is currently dead, but it was because I used thicker wire than necessary when modding it a thousand years ago and I need to just heat up the solder a bit.

That console is a nightmare to disassemble/reassemble though and it’s been down for around 15 years. I’ll fix it one day.

It blows my mind that gen z is old enough to be stuck in this mess with us.

The only chance I ever had to own a home was taking over the one I grew up in from my parents. I couldn’t raise my kids there though. The neighborhood went from being a nice little mining town to meth as currency town.

Good luck you guys. Maybe y’all can work on the boys following Andrew Tate off of a cliff and get this world going in the right direction.

Shit, in 40 years us millennials will finally be old enough to hold elected office. Hahahahaha

I put mine in a .zip file and renamed the file extension to .dll and stuck it in the system32 folder haha. Hide file extensions when done and make the file hidden. Blammo!

I visited my childhood home which is now falling in. I probably shouldn’t have gone in there but I’m glad I did.

On the side where the roof hasn’t yet collapsed I looked into the downstairs closet by my last bedroom and the only item sitting in there, pinched between the wood of the floor and the wall, was a single floppy from the Windows 3.1 set.

I didn’t sleep for a week because of the state that place is in. :(

Me too. Would have been so rad. I could have used my PlayStation which would always spin so I could boot with GameShark.

With a boombox sitting across from a radio?

I have no idea how I tolerated that with my cheap Koss portable cassette player. I was just happy to have the songs though haha.

Bro, Zip disks were for the porn you downloaded from WinMX.