I personally used the same washing machine from the time I was 13 until I was 36.

Been through some dryers though, and the old washer gave out a few years ago. I probably could have repaired it but I couldn’t find the time.

Their golden age was long gone.

They might have had another if the US hadn’t pushed them around.

I should have figured the Rick and Morty episode was a reference to something.

Makes me think about South Park and watching it as it aired when I was a kid. There were so many things I missed because I hadn’t seen any of the source material for a lot of the jokes.

Watching it all again 25 years later and damn, even better the second time around when you’ve seen all the shit they’re parodying.

That just screams that folks don’t actually read the Bible.

Well, that, or 7 year olds just took context and ran with it.

There was a lady who came in my store regularly. You could tell she put a lot of work into herself. I mean, it had to take her hours to get ready every morning.

She always seemed so sad. Not rude or anything, just depressed or something.

It took me more than a month to work up the courage to say it, but one day I got the guts and I said, “Hey, I’ve been wanting to say this to you but I know how men can be and I’ve stopped myself a hundred times. I’m not hitting on you, I’m married. I just have to tell you that you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life and I just love the way you dress and do your makeup. You’re always a pleasant sight.”

I never seen that woman with a sad look on her face again.

Had another customer, very old lady. Very hateful. Always in a rush but doing everything so slow. One of the meanest looking people I’ve ever known. I didn’t see her smile for years. She was probably about 85 years old.

One day I said to her, “You know, you’re one of my absolute favorite customers. I’m always happy to see you coming.”

She looked up at me with that mean face and flashed a short smile. I had never seen her smile before that. She didn’t say anything, just smiled.

Every time she came in after that she’d be her usual mean looking self, but she’d always smile at me and then go right back to grumbling.

I’d love to see the bank account and hear the life story of the person who downvoted you.

I really would.

Man, my poor daughter.

This was her life. When her mom died she dealt with the guilt that followed her relief.

Having known her mom all of my life and seen everything she went through as a child, I wish some kind of ghost of Christmas past could take my daughter and show her so she can see that her mom wasn’t always like that. That at one time she was a little girl waiting on the day she could escape her own mom. At one point she was young and a lot like her.

I always figured they’d get it right when she grew up, but she never got that chance.

FUCK CANCER. Seriously.

You know what really sucks? This hasn’t always been the way we experienced the world. Unlike the next generation, we had a small window where things were normal, where you could leave your house and bad news could wait. You could be free to be alone and as far away from everyone as you wanted.

Maybe the average person likes being connected all the time, but it has destroyed my brain, my creativity, just everything.

I held out on getting a cell phone with constant connectivity until 2019 when my wife made me get service because we were having a baby. My magic jack (and the app that came later) were enough for me. I could leave my home and experience true freedom from the world. Everyone knew I didn’t have service so no one was upset when they couldn’t reach me. It was, “hey, call me when you get home. You really need a real phone man.”

I feel like I experience no freedom whatsoever.

The best time of my life, the most creative time of my life, the most I ever read, the most I ever accomplished, I did by refusing to have cable, internet, or a phone back when I first moved out on my own. I wrote songs, short stories, tried painting, etc.

I require hours and hours of being completely uninterrupted to do anything and that just isn’t the world I live in anymore.

I did that for a while, and I’ll be exaggerating my uselessness but here goes.

“No, that can’t be him. See, the man who did the robbery was wearing a pair of pantyhose on his face. This guy has no such article of clothing on his face. His friend had on a ski mask, I don’t see a ski mask on this man’s face. Yeah, they’re wearing the same shoes but what about the face coverings, hmmmmm?”

My wife’s grandmother has a ton of dogs that roam her house.

When I first went there she was cooking for me, and oh boy that scared me. Turns out that she’s damn good at cleaning.

I didn’t even get fur on my clothes like I usually would when a person only has one dog. Place is somehow immaculate with like 12 dogs running around.

I just took a trip down south in the US and obsessively monitored the weather back home and pined for it haha.

92F (33C) where I was at, 68F (20C) at home.

BPD and NPD (narcissism) are related.

I was sure my ex was a narcissist and I wasn’t surprised at all by her diagnosis, except I expected NPD.

Funny thing, my ex never drank, but after I caught her cheating I also had to drag her out of dangerous places so intoxicated she couldn’t stand and was vomiting on herself regularly.

It’s like once that door opened, the floodgates opened with it.

I’ve always been a drinker, but I have two beers a night (10% alcohol, so almost 4 typical beers). In all the years we were together she drank only one time until those floodgates opened.

I am going to a Modest Mouse concert with my wife tomorrow, just kissed her good night and went outside the hotel for a smoke. I can’t believe I have her at all.

I hope you have amazing luck for the rest of your life. I really do.

You’re absolutely right. That bit about projection is so true. My ex was always convinced I was cheating with someone, but it never even crossed my mind. She only ever outright accused me once, but my sister said that she was always paranoid about it.

Life is crazy, isn’t it?

I don’t want to spend my life paranoid and looking for crap to explode all the time. I just want a peaceful life.

I have refused to build up walls because of my ex.

I’m glad you’re doing well too. I hope it keeps going that way for you.

I’d be willing to bet that if we talked for a few hours we’d find many parallels. My ex was diagnosed with BPD right at the end of our relationship. Of course, I “made that up” once she did some reading and realized it was the answer for everything.

Man, it got so crazy at the end it was unfuckingbelievable.

She went around telling people I beat and raped her, all kinds of things.

If there wasn’t something wrong with my brain I’d be terrified to ever do it again.

It caused me to seriously believe that any long lasting relationship only lasts because one of the two always has their head in the sand.

Even after all of that, I’m still who I always was. I do not spy on my wife, I respect her privacy. I never even have the desire to go digging.

I can’t help but wonder though, if I did would everything come crashing down.

As long as she’s smart enough to keep it from being blatant, I’ll never know. That’s how my ex got away with so much chaos over the years. I never once looked. She got too confident with one though, either confident or impatient. She slipped up and told easily verifiable lies. “I’m house sitting for my sister.” The only time she was ever asked to do that. Didn’t make sense. “I’m not ignoring you, I’m just watching Shameless on Netflix and I keep falling asleep.” Nothing had been played for days on Netflix.

When I caught her red handed with a guy, she told me to my face that he was a gay friend of her sister. He couldn’t even look at me. She said the car he was driving was her sister’s car. Same color, different make and model, tags from another state.

And my god, the people all around me who knew, smiled and waved, and never said a word.

It just blows my mind. It really does.

I have no idea how I managed to trust anyone enough to ever do this again.

Man, I had the complete opposite experience. I had a nervous breakdown, fought like hell to make it work, caught her cheating over and over again, lost my mind completely.

Then, when I couldn’t take anymore and had spent a night out looking for her when she failed to get back home after a concert, only for her to show up the next afternoon with a hickey on her neck, I decided enough was enough.

I went out with a girl who had been asking me out for a while, fell in love, and moved on.

She lost her damn mind and tried to get me to come back, but it was too late. She ended up committed to a hospital, then after a fight on her end to fix things she ended up with the last guy she cheated with and then died from cancer a few years later.

Fortunately he turned out to be a great guy and took care of her through it all.

It’s crazy how fast everything has gone since then. I’ve been with the girl I mentioned above for nearly a decade, we have children, and still have passion.

I felt like I had spent a thousand years with my ex. If started when I was around 18 and ended when I was around 32. We lived together for 10 years.

This last decade has gone by in a minute, and I can’t believe I will have lived with my wife for longer than I ever lived with anyone just around the corner.

I believe that I am better prepared to deal with such chaos now, but I hope I never have to again.

Man, I could write a book on the chaos that was my ex.

The first chapter would open up with the story about us just being very close friends, and her telling me that when she turned 18 she’d move in with me. Well, the day came and she did just that, packed her bags and showed up to my place in the middle of the night.

About 4 days later I got a call at work, “If you don’t bring my daughter home tonight, you will have hell to pay.”

“Oh yeah!?” I replied. “Well, she’s 18 now and she doesn’t have to be your fucking prisoner anymore, bitch! Have a good life!” click

Phone rings again, “Listen! I don’t know what my goddamn headache of a daughter has told you, but she just turned 17. My advice to you would be to call someone to come take your shift and get in your ugly little car, and bring my daughter home now or rot in jail!”

Uh oh. I did just that. She cried all the way home. Her mom told me if she ever seen my car in her driveway again, I’d go to jail. I had the apology letter my ex wrote me for years, but she burned the box of letters when we split. It went something like, “I’m really sorry I lied to you. I thought you were awesome when we met and I thought you wouldn’t talk to me if you had known my actual age. Time went by and it became more embarrassing and harder to deal with. I didn’t think my mom cared if I left. I didn’t think she’d even try to get me to come back home. I’m never there, and she never cares.”

That should have been it, but one year later she showed up with her bags again. We lived together as friends for months, slept in the same queen size bed under our own blankets. One night we moved on each other and that was all she wrote.

Man, that isn’t even the craziest story with her haha. But it was always something like that. She lied about EVERYTHING. I believed her father was a lawyer for the first 5 years of our relationship. Turns out he was a mechanic. He’s actually been a meme for the last few years, but I don’t want to dox myself. You have definitely seen the meme, I can say that much. He became a meme for something really, really dumb too.

All the years I was with her, I didn’t meet him until her funeral. I feel guilty, but I said that out loud when I shook is hand. “It’s crazy that your granddaughter is 13 and we’re meeting you for the first time at her mom’s funeral.” You could tell it hurt him, and I still lose sleep over that because I wouldn’t want someone to say something like that to my father and I doubt he’d even be at my funeral.

Sorry for the book. I’ll stop now.

This. As a hillbilly with no access to books growing up, with my education practically stopping at the 4th grade and no stores in sight to purchase books from, I would have never had access to the things I read without piracy.

I half believe that’s why it’s an issue in the first place.

I started my reading adventure at 640x480 on windows 98.

Oh this is rad, thank you!

I wouldn’t have seen the two thin legs without y’all helping me.

Probably because I grew up during the “let’s all look like Jonathan Davis” era.

It’s just like anything else honestly.

I have a cousin with a sometimes stiff button for a penis a he has never dated below a 10.

His wife is gorgeous and his kids are beautiful. Been married almost 20 years and had multiple flings before that, as well as girls going batshit insane over him all his life despite an entire small town seeing his shorts come off at the local pool.

I told the guys on the Reddit small wiener community about this ages ago and they told me to go to hell and that life was miserable and I didn’t understand and was making it up. Well, I might not understand personally, but I’m definitely not making it up.

Women don’t give a damn, not really. Your bros might give you shit, but most women don’t care.

Some do. Some don’t like guys who eat Cheetos and want a dude who eats healthy and works out. Oh well. She ain’t the one.

Don’t stress.

You know what made life so easy with the women for my cousin? You can see his confidence a mile away. He’s brilliant and he knows it. So are you. Know it.

Pretty standard where I’m from.

If the speed is 55, most people are going 65. Cops won’t mess with you for it unless you give them a reason. You know, having a dead tag, a dead sticker, being black, brake lights are out, something like that.