I love my new bike. My wife loves my new bike. We ride everywhere and easily sustain speed if we need it, and the mileage is amazing with two people on it. Got my second battery this last week and I could ride anywhere it feels like. Did my tire and brake upgrades and it rides like a dream! Next step is painting the magnetic battery covers straight black and it’ll look GOOD 🔥😎
I finally got my bike! Disappointed that my storage thing came cracked but I’ll get a replacement. I ordered the duel battery and only received one? Is that because they’re shipping our second battery later?
I love the Red Sox. I mean REALLY love the Red Sox. Fenway, the history, the players, the heartbreak, the insane highs and crushing lows, it’s all part of being a fan. But man… this season has been brutal.
Watching this team has felt like a weekly cycle of “maybe we’re turning it around” followed by getting punched in the face again. The inconsistency is exhausting. The offense disappears at the worst times, the pitching has been frustrating, and it just feels like we’re stuck in this weird middle ground where we’re not bad enough to fully rebuild but not good enough to seriously compete.
And that’s what annoys me the most, it feels like this team has pieces. There’s talent here. There’s history here. There’s a fanbase that shows up. But something is missing.
So I’m curious what everyone thinks:
What would you actually do to make this team better?
More aggressive moves in free agency?
Trade for proven pitching? (Our pitching isn’t the worst… but damn Bello pissed me off)
Commit to building around the young guys?
Changes in coaching/front office? (Obviously I know how we feel about Breslow and Henry 🙈)
Something else?
I’m not trying to doom-post. I’ll still be watching every game because… well… I’m a Sox fan and apparently I enjoy emotional damage 😂
But I want to hear it from other fans… what’s the fix?
How can we turn this shit around?! Or is it too late???
struggling after years of carrying things I never talked about. Looking for advice from people who understand.
I’m not really sure how to write this, but I think I need to get it out somewhere.
I separated from the Marine Corps in 2019 after serving 4 years honorably as an 0311 rifleman. I deployed to Iraq and Syria, and I left the Corps carrying a lot more than I ever admitted. Since then, I’ve lost 5 of my closest Marine friends to suicide. The worst part? We talked daily and they were the “happiest” brothers I knew… but struggled, and I couldn’t save them.
I don’t think most people understand what it’s like to lose brothers you trained with, fought with, and trusted with your life. You go from being surrounded by people who would do anything for you to suddenly trying to figure out who you are without that uniform.
My transition out wasn’t easy. Around that time, my marriage ended after my ex-wife cheated, long story short I caught her fucking my best friend in our off-base housing, and had PMO called out for a domestic dispute but it was me and my “best friend” who I caught fucking her and we beat the shit out of each other… he eventually got kicked out for drugs and other shit and found out he killed himself shortly after… any way… I had to navigate a divorce while already struggling mentally. I tried to just push through like I always had.
Eventually, I became a police officer. I thought maybe continuing to serve would help. In some ways it did. But the job has also brought its own weight. Seeing things, dealing with people on their worst days… I’ve seen more shit as a cop than I did as a Marine, and it’s fucked me up, and constantly being expected to stay composed has taken a toll on me.
I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD, and for the last couple years my now 2nd wife and I have struggled because of it. We’ve been married for 3 years, and she is genuinely an amazing person. I love her, and I hate that my own struggles have affected someone who doesn’t deserve it.
The hardest part is that I have a 5-year-old son from a previous relationship before my now current wife. I see him every week, and he is the biggest reason I keep moving forward. My wife adores him and is a great step mom, and I love that kid more than anything in this world, and I want to be the father he deserves.
I do see a therapist monthly, and I’m trying. I’m not suicidal. I don’t want to die. I just feel exhausted. Like I’ve spent years surviving and I don’t know how to actually live anymore.
I’m posting because I don’t know what else to do. I’m tired of pretending I’m fine. I’m tired of bottling everything up because that’s what we were trained to do.
If anyone here has gone from military service into law enforcement, or has dealt with PTSD after leaving the military, how did you find yourself again? Both emotionally and spiritually? I have a purpose to be a father and husband… but some days… damn I fucking struggle and think I’m more of a burden than a blessing to them…
I’m not looking for pity. I’m looking for perspective from people who have been there… thanks for even reading this. Semper Fi 🇺🇸