It’s been about two years since I broke up with my last boyfriend. I’m 49.
When I threw him out, he said, “No one else will ever want you.” I know exactly what he was trying to do, but it still messes with my head sometimes.
Maybe you have something you’d like to get off your chest. So to speak.
Cheer up!
When I was younger I did something very inappropriate that I feel terrible about…
Last Friday my Brother and I had to commit my father to a skilled nursing facility. We had no other recourse. Things were getting really, really bad. He only scored a 1 out of 30 on a cognition test.
He hates and resents us for doing it. That is when he remembers who we are.
Thanks. I needed that.
You have my sympathies. I had to do the same with both my parents. The hard part was when they were begging me to take them home and I had to tell them “You are home. You live here now.” The facility they are in is quite nice and they are safe there, but it’s a rough go, for sure.
Whoomp!
It’s better to be alone than to wish you were. 
It’s been at least 25 years since a then-sweetie gave me never-ending hell for using more than the minimum amount of toilet paper. I wonder if he would have kept ragging me if he’d known that, a quarter of a century later, I would think most about him when I was wiping my ass? 
OMG!! That is awesome! From the moment I saw the tail going, I was a puddle of punkrock squee. Thank you! I bet Sparky is a wonderful friend.
Ha ha, a friend of mine has this saying (not about me):
“I’m so miserable without you, it’s almost like having you here.”
Oh dear … I had an ex do that too … hmmmph, probably the same lame.
Indeed.
There’s someone I used to consider a good friend. We met online and became such good friends that he visited me, even though we live half a world away (me in Canada, him in Australia.)
During his visit here, he made…romantic advances…on me. I didn’t feel the same way and didn’t like it.
That was a while ago (April), and it’s made me feel uncomfortable ever since. I got annoyed with him liking just about all of my posts on Facebook. So I started hidigng my posts from him, but sometimes one will slip through. Plus, I’m tired of seeing his face on my Friends list. So today, I finally blocked him.
He hasn’t discovered it yet. When he does, I figure I’ll tell him that I pulled the plug on my Facebook profile. That sounds better than “I blocked you.”
I hope I did the right thing.
This happened several years ago. My best friend and I were driving down a back country road in a stolen Bloodmobile, packed with nine thousand kilograms of pure high-grade cocaine and six hundred bootleg Beanie Babies. When suddenly, we rounded a blind curve and plowed straight into a group of Cub Scouts on dirt bikes. One of the kids was still moving but was in great pain, so I mercifully dispatched him with my 4th Century Roman Ceremonial Knife which I had nicked the previous night from the National History Museum after secretly spiking the diabetic security guard’s coffee with two cups of sugar. We dragged the bodies a long way off in the wilderness and buried them; in the process we accidentally destroyed two whooping crane nests, wrecked a den of black-footed ferrets, and somehow contaminated the water supply of an organic wheat farm which was forced to cancel its charity shipments to Africa, though we didn’t find out about that until later. By that time it was late at night and very, very cold, so my friend let me borrow his jacket.
To make a long story short, time went on, we drifted apart, and I never did return my friend’s jacket. It haunts me to this day. Whenever I open the closet, I see the jacket hanging there, taunting me, reminding me of this sin from my past. So my question is: Should I attempt to track down my friend, and return his jacket? Should I donate it to a homeless shelter in his name? Or should I just keep it, telling myself that my current ownership of the jacket is satisfactory proof that karma has already equalized itself?
In cases like this, I always think of the Curtis Salgado song, 20 Years of BB King:
“I’ve learned more about the blues in 2 weeks of you, than in 20 years of BB King.”
Keep the jacket, I think you deserve it 