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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • I’m thankful that food has never been an issue for me.

    If I eat more than twice a day, I’ll be so sick I can’t stand it. If I’m going to a party or family gathering where food will be served, I skip dinner and breakfast leading up to it so that I’ll be able to enjoy it.

    Drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes though. Good god. Lifelong struggle. I’ve been sober from everything but alcohol and nicotine for a decade now. It’s time to get the ball rolling.

    I have been in positions where the world forced me to stop drinking for short periods of time. I handled it fine, I just need to make the jump.

    I would walk 5 miles in the snow for a single cigarette though. I would fight anyone for the chance to smoke if I haven’t had one for a while. You could catch me in a trap like a wild animal if you just stuck some cigarettes on there where the bait would normally go.

    It has been the hardest thing I have ever dealt with in my life. I quit for 12 days one time and got fired from job for cussing the boss out. I lose my head so damn bad when I haven’t had nicotine that it is unreal.


  • I have somehow avoided Amazon all these years. It’s easy for me, nothing I require is connected to Amazon.

    I’m sure there are aspects of the business that I can’t avoid that I don’t even know I’m being dragged into, but I don’t spend my money with them.

    Anytime I can’t find something somewhere else, I just move on and forget about it.

    The only times I’ve ever been bummed about it is when I’m working on some small project and the parts are half the price on Amazon. Most recently, it was parts for an arcade machine.

    If I’m being inconvenienced, I don’t even know it.

    I walked away originally when they acquired cdnow.com. I last visited the site when it began redirecting to Amazon.






  • I can’t imagine having something like this.

    You know what kind of couples I have known who use it?

    Yep. That kind. The constant accusation, constant fighting, constant chaos kind. The same kind who share a Facebook account and all that.

    I guess my bias there would be that those would also be the kind of people who advertise it.

    I was standing beside an old coworker one time when her husband called, “babe, don’t freak out when I start moving. The boss is sending me to harbor freight to pick up some things.”

    I got a call from her in the middle of the night one time, “I’m sitting by the lake and I’m about to drive my car in and kill myself.”

    She knew her husband didn’t like me so she thought I wouldn’t call him. Well, I called him. “That bitch is lying. Life 360 has her sitting at her mom’s house right now. She just fucking wants attention!”

    Still, I called a friend and asked them to drive by and see. Yep. She was at her mom’s house.




  • Man I’m still finding out crazy lies she told on me.

    Talked to my sister the other night and we got on the subject, she said, “You were pretty sadistic to her at times, but she was nuts.” I replied, “Sadistic? I wasn’t always kind to her, but sadistic? That’s a stretch.”

    “Well, she told me some crazy stuff, like when you stuck a screwdriver in your ear and hit it with a hammer if she didn’t say exactly what you wanted her to say when you thought she was lying once.”

    HOLY SHIT!

    I said, “Well, I still have my hearing. If there was any truth to that, wouldn’t I be deaf? Like, at least in one ear?”

    When I caught her with the guy she ended up with, she swore she was raped. He’s such a great guy too, and I’d never tell him that because it would crush him. He took care of her as she died from cancer.

    Man, oh man. The stories I have with that girl. She lied about anything and everything. According to her, I beat her, raped her, was responsible for every failure in her life.

    We were about to close on a loan for a home when she left me and I had to back out. She just sabotaged everything constantly. She took our daughter, left, told me her sister’s husband had guns so I’d better not come over to try to get my daughter. I said in anger, “If your plan is to keep my kid from me, he’ll need those guns to stop me from coming to get her.”

    Phone calls from her family started coming in. “How dare you threaten to shoot up a house with your kid in it!?” What!? She said that? That isn’t what happened.

    Beat herself up, sent me picture. “This is me without you. I’m literally tearing myself apart.”

    Sent the same pictures to friends and family. “He beat me!”

    Tried to convince our daughter that she witnessed me choking her out.

    Good lord.

    Life was good up until I caught her cheating the first time (verified anyway) and everything went nuts after that.

    I have my daughter in therapy. For me, this chaos passed pretty quick. For her, it was a significant portion of her life.



  • My poor daughter, she reminds me so much of her mother.

    I remember when I first moved in with her. We were friends. We shared a room and a king size bed and nothing happened between us for months, and then it did.

    She was sweet for about two weeks. The first time it happened I remember waking up thinking she was being attacked. “AHHHHHHH!” I sat up in the bed in horror. “WHY WON’T YOU FUCKING LATHER?!!!?” BANG, BANG, BANG

    I got up and pecked on the door, “Is everything alright in there?” sobbing “Yes, it’s just this fucking shampoo. It won’t fucking lather. I keep dumping it on my stupid fucking head and it’s barely even soap!”

    I sat down just bewildered. Like, seriously? That meltdown occurred because the shampoo wasn’t lathering to her standards? I used it all the time. I’m a man who doesn’t care about those things, I just bought what my mom always bought. I never had a problem with it. Hell, it’s 20 years later and I still buy the stuff.

    The next time I woke up to a slam and clattering metal sounds. I walked into the kitchen. “FUCK THIS PAN! FUCK THIS STOVE! I give up, GODDAMMIT!!” She had turned on the wrong burner.

    It started happening more often until it was every single morning. I snapped at her one morning. BAM I slapped the bathroom door. “CUT THIS SHIT OUT! I’M SICK OF WAKING UP TO SCREAMING EVERY MORNING!” She sobbed, apologized, stopped for a few days, fired right back up when she was more comfortable.

    I started setting my alarm earlier than hers so I could get up and go outside until she cooled off. She never, ever, ever woke up in a good mood.

    She’s been dead for 3 years now, but man, my daughter will carry her shit around for a lifetime.

    I can control it with her though, calm her down, shut her up, but you gotta be careful haha. NEVER compare her to her mother, even if you’re just trying to be sweet or funny.

    My daughter is only about a tenth as bad as her mom was with it, but even that can be exhausting.