As long as you were true to yourself and didn’t pretend to be someone else, you did nothing wrong. All you can ever do is be honest with the people you love. It’s up to them to decide if they want to be with you (the same way you get to decide if you want to be with them). It sounds like you tried and she just didn’t want to be with you. I don’t mean that in a cruel way. It’s just how things sometimes go.

Sometimes people grow apart. Time will heal, yes but for now, you’re grieving. You lost a friend. It will take time to let that go and for you to move on.

Frankly, it sounds like she meant more to you than you did to her. That’s her loss. Stand tall, be proud of yourself that you could give yourself to someone, and that you were honest and open. Go and do that again and again until you find someone that is honest enough with themselves to be as vulnerable with you as you are them.

Don’t t think of this as a failure or defeat. Think of it as part of a process. Turn the page and start a new chapter.

And Sublime did a song about playing the same song twice.

Yeah. We had a kid so we were more co-parenting than anything. We stayed friendly. Well, after a while. I was pretty hurt but eventually it all passed. And now I’m way better off. Im married again and this time I can tell it’s for keeps. We have our ups and downs but we both want it to last so we each work hard at it. Also, after all the child support, and kid coming of age after some pretty rough teen years, there was some heavy feelings and drama. My wife and I made an agreement that we’d never divorce; there could be a gun and a shovel either way, but no divorce.

She came from a pretty messed up family. Not as bad as some but there was some pretty gross stuff going on. We dated for a long time, maybe 7 or 8 years. We got married, she was safe. And she started to grow and seek therapy. She grew into herself and it turned out we didn’t love each other anymore.

Miserable sober is better than happy drunk. Another way I’ve heard it is “embrace the suck”. People don’t usealy understand that one right off the bat, but they get it after some time sober.

It took a while to get here, but thanks. Yeah, one day I realized that hanging out in drinking zones (parties, bars, music venues where it was more about drinking than music) drunk people are just annoying. So I started doing my own things and inviting the same people. Some came along, some didn’t. The ones that came along still drink, they just do it on their own time.

There’s a lot of good advice in here already. I’m just here to say that, for me, even at my lowest now, I’m way better off than when I was drinking. Drinking never, and I mean Never, made anything better. It just took me 30+ years to realize it. And I’ve lost touch with some people over it. I’m just not interested in watching other people drink. And that’s OK, our whole life is growing and/or changing and not everyone grows in the same direction.

“you are absolutely right.”

*you are absolutely starboard.

Fify

If I can hit it by softly lobbing a rock at it, it’s here. Farther than that but I can still see it, it’s there. Out of sight it’s over there somewhere.

I’m not sure this is really from 1955. The Adidas the dude on the left has on is showing a style of outsole that, while could be found in the early and mid '50s, wasn’t mass-produced until 1959 or even 1960. He’d have to have been an Adidas rep or known someone really high up in the company. And frankly I doubt that is the case here. He would have to have either been living in Germany or close to someone that was. And if the later is the case, international shipping would have been rather difficult. And while I’m not decrying his stylistic choices of dress, I am skeptical that a high ranking Adidas professional would have been accepted if this were the look they came to work with.

Yoooo. This was my local news guy. MD represent!

But after that she died. Not a total wash, but it was the best thing she ever did.

TRaSh 80 squad in the house. My uncle was a nerd and gave it to me thereby fostering my inner nerd. 2 floppy drives of goodness.

Yeah. My kids and I play this together. It’s a lot of fun. It’s not as thinky as some other games but for a quick hour or two, it’s a blast.

There was a funny little story about the first 2/3 's of this. I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. It was a riot.

(It was not a riot, but very much worth reading or listening to.)

Backing into parking spots is some cop shit. I learned really early in to not buy, uh, things, from people that backed into spots. They’re cops ready to pull out and chase you.

Nope. Sorry but you’re just wrong. “Han shot first” implies Greedo shot second. And he most certainly did not. Han shot, Greedo died. Green fucker with finger suckers didn’t even get a shot off.

Occidental Leather. They make tool bags, pouches, and tool belts. Top notch shit, small company. I got a set in '94. I finally had to buy a new set in 2021 after 40hrs a week, 50 weeks a year of daily, hard use framing houses. I’d send them in every 5 or 6 years and they do repairs and cleaning for super reasonable prices.

This week it’s Dracula From Huston.

https://youtu.be/_eAQXdsrDnk

Gotta earn that crysknife dude.

Shit. I blame it on the massive dose of NyQuil I was on at the time.