and I'm just wondering when it's ok to quit.
My upcoming life events likely include beloved pets eventually passing away, and then the race between my sister and me to see who dies first.
I genuinely can't think of anything that would make me happy, so what am I even doing any of this for?
I'm so tired...
are #99 and Sakic the last two?
that people are still ragging in Ranked.
They gotta do something about this for next year.
I'm thrilled he's not like me in this way, but it's SO weird.
They're going off to different colleges, and just kinda mutually decided to break up.
I'm Way more upset about it than he is - just thinking about it sets me on the road to a panic attack.
He was upset for about a day, and now he's totally fine.
I'm thrilled that he's fine and normal and rational and emotionally healthy, but man, how did I get this fucked up?
And why does it feel so totally unfixable?
I'm loving the sound of this little guy, but I can't seem to find a way to keep the display on.
It has a timeout selection of 5-60, but that's it.
Is this really not possible?
That would be a huge disappointment.
It should at the very least turn on for every new song.
My son's (18) mom is the custodial parent, and I used to see and talk to him constantly.
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Within the past year communication has really fallen off, but my therapist, sister, etc. all told me it was just a phase.
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They said it was graduating, picking a college, new girlfriend, etc., so I really tried to be understanding.
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But if he doesn't call/text me for Father's Day, I'm gonna lose my mind.
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I'm not even big on these fake holidays, but this one is hitting differently - like this is the culmination of months of communication being like pulling teeth.
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Does anybody have any advice?
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Thanks.
that is all
Just happened again.
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Can anybody recommend a heavy duty controller?
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I'm cracking the sticks themselves about once a year, and it's getting annoying and expensive.
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Thanks!
Is it ok to trade in a 99 TOTY if I have the 99 TOTS BND version?
My life is like a Twilight Zone episode.
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I was married, we just had a baby, and I was probably working too much.
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I had a nervous breakdown, was hospitalized, and by the time I was released, my wife had left me and replaced me with someone who looked like me and had the same name as me.
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This happened years ago, but I don't think I can ever escape from my depression without putting this behind me first, and I can't seem to figure out how to do that.
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Help?
I'm ultra-liberal. I support equal rights for absolutely everybody. I'm pro-choice. I marched in Occupy Wall St. I marched in BLM. I've marched in the Pride parade multiple times. I bought and handed out Red Cards during the ICE nonsense.
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But...
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and I don't think many people realize this, but if you're a straight, white, adult male with mental illness, living in the United States, you are absolutely fucked.
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I've been navigating the system for nearly 50 years, and while I think it's amazing that there are so many groups now for kids, teens, women, minorities, Veterans, addicts, LGBTQIA+, etc., I'm not thrilled that this has apparently been done at the expense of another group that could really use some support.
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I live in one of the largest metropolitan areas in the country, and there's just...nothing.
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It's an absolute wasteland.
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And while I can (thankfully) afford meds and weekly individual therapy, I don't even wanna think about all those who can't.
For me it's Cobra Starship.
They fit perfectly into the pop-punk category, which was huge at the time.
They had the endorsement and support of Fallout Boy.
Their music is actually surprisingly interesting, as are the lyrics.
They had a super charismatic front man.
I'm not saying they were the Beatles or anything, but I'm baffled that they weren't more popular.
The thought that helped me survive the last two decades was, "just stay alive and out of the hospital until he graduates high school."
Now that we're here, I feel confused and untethered.
I knew it was unhealthy for me while I was doing it, but it actually worked as intended, so I'm happy about that, but what now?
I can't work, I only ever left my house to do things with him, I have virtually no friends or family, no hobbies, etc.
I hadn't really thought this far ahead - I honestly didn't think I'd make it.
I'll still be here (long-distance) for him for whatever he needs, but what the hell am I gonna do on a random Tuesday when I'm not psyching myself to attend a Friday volleyball game or Saturday band concert?
All of the other parents are excited about their kids going off to college, but I'm fucking terrified.
I really need those short-term reasons to get out of bed, bathe, take meds, etc., otherwise I'll just waste away here and die.
Has anyone gone through anything similar?
Thanks for reading.
My son graduated from high school yesterday.
While I'm proud that I went and survived, it was very difficult and depressing, and I sought out some support in the co-parenting sub - big mistake lol
I wish the world cared about us as much as they claim they do, but they don't.
Every graduation speech was about mental health, tolerance, inclusion, kindness, acceptance, etc., but nobody there gave me any of that.
I swear that by the third speech I had to really concentrate on not laughing.
I'm the freak who has been hospitalized. I'm the freak who is on a bunch of medications. I'm the freak who has severe social anxiety. I'm the freak who's had ECT. I'm the freak who can't tolerate loud noises.
And everybody there just stays as far away from me as humanly possible.
Maybe they think it's contagious?
It was my son's high school graduation today, and I survived (barely).
But I am sick and tired of always being treated like a villain, or worse, an afterthought.
My ex and I dated for a long time, got married, had our son, and then she cheated on and left me for someone else.
Since then I've gone through absolute hell to always be there for my son (I'm glad I did it and would do it again), but why does everyone always "forget" to include me in everything?
Why do people (teachers, other parents, etc.) congratulate my son's mom and stepdad on the wonderful job they've done raising "their" son, and then not remember who I am or why I'm there?
My ex texted me last night at about 11:30pm to tell me they were putting together a slideshow for my son's graduation party, in case I wanted to include any pictures. So despite the late notice I stayed up very late and found some and sent them to her...and then they ended up showing the slideshow to him in the morning instead of at the party, when only they would be there.
The real kicker was my ex asking me if I wanted to say some words at his graduation party, about 30 seconds before they were to give a prepared speech.
I understood the game - she only asked because she knew that gave me zero time to think of anything, and that I hated public speaking, so of course I'd decline.
The next few minutes were them gushing about "their" son, and telling each other what great parents they are.
And to be completely fair - I think all three of us are excellent parents, but they're just not good people, and god forbid anyone ever say anything nice about me, or even acknowledge my presence.
My son and I have a great relationship and we love each other dearly, and ultimately that's all that matters, but would it kill my ex to acknowledge in some tiny way that she's sorry, or at least in some way recognize the hell she has put me through for the past 17 years?
But no, she's gonna continue making my life as awkward and difficult as humanly possible, and I'm gonna keep showing up.
It doesn't need to be this hard, though, and I really struggle to understand it all.
Do they just not realize what they're doing?
Can two humans really have that little empathy?
Or are they doing it on purpose in the hopes that I'll just go away?
They should know by now that that's not gonna happen.
The only thing you can truly control is your own death.
I've been obsessing over this thought for weeks now.
After watching yet another movie where the husband is the "bad guy" who cheats and leaves, it really got me thinking - how often is the inverse portrayed in film?
The answer I came up with is: hardly ever.
Crazy Stupid Love, Wildlife, Shoot The Moon, and Unfaithful are about it.
Does anybody know of any others I might have missed?
and holy crap, it actually worked!
Bluetooth even worked slightly below the surface.
Lights, underwater camera, everything - I even texted somebody from the bottom of the pool!
And after about 90 minutes of testing the battery is still at 99% lol
FYI rinsed with freshwater after per instructions... no signs of leakage.
These phones certainly have their issues, but I'm really blown away at how well this went.
I've been in poor health my entire life, and I suspect it might be MCAS (or something similar), but I can't find a doctor who has the faintest idea what I'm even talking about.
Is there a master list or something?
I think tmsforacure used to have a list, but it's gone.
I'm exhausted, can somebody please help?
If I won all of my races, he'd say he wished one of my friends was his son instead, because at least he had a job and earned money.
So I'd go out and get a job, and he'd say he wished one of my other friends was his son, because he got straight As in school, and that's all that matters.
So I'd get straight As, and he'd say he wished another of my friends was his son, because he may not get straight As, but at least he tries hard.
This somehow made me hate my dad, resent all of my friends, and hate myself.
I'm just venting I guess. Ugh.