Wishing you many happy returns on this Groundhog Day.
Today I found out there's a name for my fear: Kypselidaphobia.
Again. I thought this time it may be different …
I was married to a woman years ago and was invited to her parents house for Christmas dinner. There were four of us and the turkey was the biggest the father could find. It was some way for him to brag, I guess, the turkey could have fed a football team and just the idea of so much food for so few people was disgusting to me.
The father thought it was a display of opulence but to me it was a grotesque display of waste.
There worst of it was after a few drinks and while we ate her father told us that his secretary had become pregnant and he fired her for some trivial, made up thing. He then said; "That will show her for expecting to get maternity leave from us!"
My wife and I had a fight as we drove home.
I wrote this because, even though I didn't see it at the time, that kind of psychosis ran right through the family and when I discovered that psychosis in my wife I kicked her out of my life immediately.
The point is, if you're dumb enough to ever get married and you see something alarmingly strange in her family that it's well rooted in them too. So stay, the fuck, away.
I didn’t realize that I was hurting my children because of my own childhood. I didn’t realize that my own hyper independence was a result of never having an adult to rely on or to give me comfort when I was a child. So I raised my kids to also be very independent, but didn’t realize the dark side of that until now. I loved them fiercely and tried my best to show them that, but because I had problems with being vulnerable, I often appeared “tough” and unapproachable. It’s so great that now we have access to so much information that helps us understand how these things are related. I wish I’d known this when they were young, before I made my kids feel emotionally neglected.
I'm a cis gay man & I have a crush on a cute guy in my building, thing is he's married....but here's the thing, his wife apparently has cancer and is receiving treatment at St Paul's.....I kind of hope it doesn't turn out well for her...yes I'm a jerk but, maybe he will change his mind about me.
I was careless & foolhardy, really screwed things up in trying to keep communication on the down low. But they went extreme in misunderstanding me, judging me far too harshly. It's not my fault that I'm new to all that nonsense. He won't even talk to me or let me explain, either. He was a bad influence, seducing me, making me do stuff like cheat. I don't think he really liked me, he just wanted to use me as a plaything. Trying to move on for a couple of years. Stupid clown. I hate him. I miss him.
I think the decriminalization of hard drugs is probably a good thing overall, within reason.
Where I live, in Gastown, it seems it has been decriminalized since I've lived here anyway (5 years).
The one thing the VPD needs to remember is that use and abuse of hard drugs can lead to psychotic behavior including violence, theft, manipulation and more.
Just because people are on drugs does not give them a free pass for criminal behavior.
Legal-ish drugs, great for them.
Crazy behavior, bad for everyone else.
My dad passed away last year and I promised him I would stay with and take care of my mom. She goes to the casino sometimes and lies to me about it. She even went the day before my birthday which ruined it for me. I am ready to leave her. I’ve had enough and can start fresh anywhere. Does anyone have an addicted or lying parent? It’s tough. I’m giving her one more chance but I know it’ll happen again.
Some people never want to a relationship to end in such a way as there’s no possibility of ever going back. They’ll do something to make it possible to come back, like leave personal belongings that they have to retrieve, etc. They like to make sure they always have a way in with you, just in case they need to use you as their backup plan. So when they come back weeks, months, or even years later, they’ll just be feeling you out to see if you’re game. It usually happens when their other relationship has ended or is about to. They just hate being alone, so they usually have a few backups they keep on hand to make sure they’ve always got somewhere to go. I didn’t want to accept that the person I loved was like that, but the evidence was overwhelming and finally I had to accept the reality. But I’m not opening the door for them anymore. It’s time to put my best interests first.