u/Ferocious_Kittyrose

In his mind, literally ANY snake is a water moccasin, no matter how obviously it is NOT a water moccasin.

Black racers, garter snakes, water snakes, rat snakes… he doesn’t know the difference, he just kills them all assuming that they are all water moccasins. I keep telling him they’re harmless and even beneficial to have on a farm in some cases, but he never listens. Idk if he genuinely doesn’t believe me, or just doesn’t care. He gets annoyed when I correct him about stuff.

Now I go looking for snakes before work to move them into the woods before he finds them on the property.

Also, every time I eat or drink anything, my brain will go, “what if it’s actually covered in mold and bugs and you just hallucinated that it was safe?” Or, “what if the second you looked away a cockroach crawled into your food/drink?” And I end up only being able to eat while pointing a flashlight at my food so I can see if there’s any bugs/mold

I was talking to somebody and said that Hunter Schafer was the first blonde trans actresses (I don’t think that’s true but don’t care enough to check) and someone corrected me and said Lisa Kudrow was trans (which is definitely incorrect) and acted like I was stupid for not knowing that

Then later, there was a bunch of commotion at the hotel I was in because Lisa Kudrow’s husband “fell” from the balcony into the crocodile enclosure below and presumably died, and the other people were like, “she definitely pushed him. That’s the third husband who’s died that way.”

In the dream I was staying at a hotel with my family because my house got destroyed in a hurricane. I checked in with the clerk lady and she gave me my key and room number, so I went up to the room, unlocked the room with the key I was given, and start to put my shit down and walk around.

Suddenly this massive man rushes me and corners me out of nowhere and starts screaming at me asking what I was doing in his room and calling me a freak and a psycho. I tried to apologize and say this was the room the lady at the desk told me to go to, showing my key as proof, but he insisted that I must’ve stolen it to break into his room.

I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. He said that I was gonna make it up to him by doing the dishes (the hotel room had a kitchen) and I agreed out of fear, but as soon as I started doing the dishes he attacked me and pushed me on the floor again and violently sexually assaulted me.

I was screaming, crying, and kicking trying to get him away but he was like three times my size and nothing I did worked. When he was done with me he dragged me outside the room and just left me with no pants or underwear in the empty hall way.

I crawled around the halls, the lobby, and parking lot looking for my family, with a bunch of people yelling at me for being bottomless in public.

When I found my family, they were super pissed, not at the rapist but at me. They were yelling at me asking why I was crawling around and why was I half naked, as if I was embarrassing them. I tried to explain what had happened, but they didn’t believe me. They said that there was no way the front desk gave me the key to an occupied room and that I must’ve misheard something or misread the room number. They just kept going on about how embarrassing and stupid I was and how they were tired of dealing with me, completely ignoring that I just said I was raped.

Then I went up to the front desk and told the lady what had happened and at first she denied checking me in at all, but when I repeated my story again, she said that she had given me the key, but that it was my responsibility to still knock and check if the room was occupied or not.

When I told her the guy in the room had raped me she just sorta looked at me all disgusted and said that that was my business not hers.

Apparently the whole thing was a set up for a prank reality show and the entire thing was on camera and was gonna be put on tv, and when I told them I didn’t want a video of me being raped played on tv, they said they denied that I was ever raped, saying I was just making it up to get a free room, and even i was telling the truth, they owned the footage and they would air whatever they wanted.

Then I watched black and white footage of myself being raped on the fucking tv.

I wonder how he’s doing

Well do you think anyone’s ever been eating ass and gotten the hair stuck to their tongue so when they pull back they’re just sorta lady and the tramp-ing it with this person’s ass but instead of spaghetti it’s hair?

Idk if this is a southern thing, but idk what else it would be. I was raised in central Florida, and Florida is geographically southern but isn’t socially southern, if that makes sense. Growing up, I was taught, “if you’re going through a door first, hold it open for the people behind you,” but apparently that’s not how it works in rural Georgia, at least not based on the reactions I’ve been getting.

If I hold the door open for a dude, he just freezes and stares at me with these big confused kinda panicked eyes, and after a few seconds they’ll either do a quick hand motion telling me to, “move along,” then let the door close behind me so they can open it themselves the second I step away, or they’ll just grab the door that I’m holding, and motion for me to go through, like they were the ones holding it for me, which is very weird.

Like, how hard is it to just walk through and say, “thank you”????? Why are you looking at me like I have three heads???????

It was all in reference to three specific employees, who came in every day dirty and smelling like ass. They never listened.

At what point do you just bite the bullet and pull them aside like, “hey, you know how we’ve been asking everyone to shower?”

I (25F) opened the door and he ran out without a leash and I freaked out. I yelled for him grabbed him and smacked his butt.

I don’t agree with hitting dogs. My stepdad says that you have to sometimes, especially with big dogs, because that’s how their parents teach them and how they teach each other. He and his family have been training dogs for years and none of them are afraid of him, in fact they all fucking adore him, but I still hate that he spanks them as discipline.

He always tells me to “pop” them when I’m dog sitting and they either don’t listen or get too rough, but I never do, because it just feels wrong, but I did yesterday and I’ve been agonizing about it ever since.

I keep thinking, “oh if you told your friends you hit a dog they’d think you’re a piece of shit,” “what kind of monster hits a dog?” “Everyone here would hate you if they knew what you did.” Just shit like that over and over.

Like, I know realistically, the dog doesn’t care. He barely reacted when it happened and he probably forgot about it immediately after, but just the action makes me feel disgusting.

I (25F) opened the door and he ran out without a leash and I freaked out. I yelled for him grabbed him and smacked his butt.

I don’t agree with hitting dogs. My stepdad says that you have to sometimes, especially with big dogs, because that’s how their parents teach them and how they teach each other. He and his family have been training dogs for years and none of them are afraid of him, in fact they all fucking adore him, but I still hate that he spanks them as discipline.

He always tells me to “pop” them when I’m dog sitting and they either don’t listen or get too rough, but I never do, because it just feels wrong, but I did yesterday and I’ve been agonizing about it ever since.

I keep thinking, “oh if you told your friends you hit a dog they’d think you’re a piece of shit,” “what kind of monster hits a dog?” “Everyone here would hate you if they knew what you did.” Just shit like that over and over.

Like, I know realistically, the dog doesn’t care. He barely reacted when it happened and he probably forgot about it immediately after, but just the action makes me feel disgusting.