u/Throwaway938x-xx73

Struggling to memorise them so is there anything that would make memorising much easier?

For example, imagine you've been betrayed by someone in the past and have since moved on. Then, one day, you learn something new about that person. Would you intentionally dig deeper out of curiosity, or would you leave it as it is and continue moving on?

Need advice - Going thru sth like this and not sure what to do.

This is my second time taking this dude's car. If i had remembered earlier i had taken this driver's car, i would have cancelled. Carplate no. is SMK 7722S.

For context: 1st time - he picked us up some time back in his Alphard and because there were 3 of us, one of us wanted to go to the last row to sit. Then my mum, who went to the back, struggled and her shoe got caught in between the aisle at the 2 single seats. Driver immediately said, "Dont dirty my car." Super rude.

Then fine, after that, he said, "You know how lucky you get to sit in an Alphard? If not because i'm heading to a place near your destination, you wouldn't have the chance to sit an Alphard at all for a 4-seater car fare."

At this point i was like ??? what rubbish is he talking. He still can ask me, "you've never taken an Alphard before right?" I told him, "I did, Noah and Vellfire too." He kept quiet.

And went on to keep saying how lucky we were to take an Alphard for a 4-seater fare + other nonsense.

Today, he picked me up and he said the same thing again. He recognised me and he said, "Oh you're so lucky you get to sit an Alphard for a 4-seater car fare cuz i live near your area." "Another customer also v lucky i always pick them up at the same time." And he had to travel by a longer route when the gps clearly showed the usual route i always take.

I questioned him why did he travel by a longer way, he said "you'll still get home anyway." I was so pissed cuz seriously, this dude is hopeless.

Maybe you guys mght be lucky too to take his car. Share some of your ridiculous stories. LOL

Maybe about the employees working there or how they run the church etc

i rmb she was with some bodybuilder/muscular man previously before this husband. and now pregnant with her 3rd kid.

I hate that after everything, a part of me would still answer immediately. Not because you deserve access to me anymore, but because loving you became muscle memory. And the worst part is… I don’t even know if I miss you or just the version of myself that existed when you still cared.

It’s embarrassing how much time has passed and how my first instinct is still to reach for my phone whenever something good or terrible happens. You became the person I wanted to tell everything to, and even after we stopped talking, my brain never really caught up to the reality of losing you. I wonder if you ever miss me in small moments too. I pretend I’m over it because that’s what everyone expects after enough time passes, but grief is strange when the person is still alive somewhere out there.

What hurts the most is knowing we probably could’ve fixed it if we had been better at being honest instead of protecting our pride. I replay our last conversations constantly, thinking about all the softer things I could’ve said instead of acting cold. Maybe we were always going to end. Maybe loving someone deeply isn’t always enough to make two people work. But I still carry you with me in ways nobody notices, and I don’t know if that ever fully goes away.

It’s always the small things that make me miss you. A joke I want to send, a song you would’ve liked, a bad day I still instinctively want to tell you about.

I think that’s the cruel part — nothing terrible happened. We just slowly became strangers to someone we once called home.

I hope you’re happy. And I hope, sometimes, you still think about me too.