Couldn’t you just buy other toilet paper and leave his dusty roll for his use only?

Yeah, that dust is getting on your vulva, I have a bidet too. I prefer papers that are similar to scotts, where there is no dust. That extra soft stuff is aweful.

I’d buy what I wanted and just use it myself if my husband cared.

“control what you can” is my largest crutch.

I just had a talk with my son, 12, this morning about the bad feelings we get when we lie, trick, or cheat and are caught. For me, I explained, it can even physically hurt because my chest tightens. Sometime around when I was my son’s age, I decided I wanted to avoid that feeling at all costs, and just stopped trying to lie, or trick, or get away with something wrong, because the risk was never worth it.

I may not be rich, or powerful, or hell even interesting, but I do sleep well at night and nearing middle age, I’ve more love in my life than I’ve ever had before. I hope to pass that to my son. Honest man’s living is superior.

My neighbor will tell me all about her grown son (who I know as a racist shit bag, and his son bullys mine) is so successful financially, yet in the same breath tells me she doesn’t bother wasting money on her garden because she can get free tomatoes from the food bank.

Money doesn’t mean one is successful in my opinion. Are they happy? Do they love themselves? Do they treat others kindly? Do the add to their community in positive ways? Do they never take more than they need so that others can have too? That’s success.

I prefer to have my conscience clean, and be the brokest person out there, than to lie, sceme, cheat to gain some arbitrary “success”.

There was a drug house across the street from me once. You’d see people in and out all day/night. One perfect sunday morning, I heard a commotion. Some dude was pissed the dealer stole his money and was trying to bang the door down. It goes on for a bit, until I see the dealer come out the back with a baseball bat, the guy ran off the property to where is car is parked, and called the police on him lmao they called the police on themselves.

Both were arrested. And the drug house was done for, thank goodness. Wildly entertaining.

One of my worst apartment had bedbugs. Even with my best efforts, they moved with us. Was finally able to detroy them at the second place, but the livingroom (only room with carpet) had to stay empty for 5 months. I was afraid to even put a couch in there.

Still the worst place for me was a one bedroom apartment on the first floor in the sticks. Small little place in New England. The basement had no insulation, broken window, and access for mice. So many mice, on top of that there was a massive draft in the winter. My power outlets gave off a cold draft. How does a power outlet have cold air come through it? It was $600/month for electric heat, keeping my thermostat at 58. Im still, ten years later, in debt from three winters there. The last summer I was there, the septic backed up into the dooryard. It smelled so bad. The landlord kept trying to bandaid every issue. Until finally she paid for the building to get on sewer, and sold the place as a money pit.

She had the nerve to get mad at me after I moved out because when she pulled up the carpet it was gross under it. That carpet was not new when I moved in. I am so clean, I get massive anxiety if my place is not clean, so I’m anal about it. It was just me and a baby who lived there, like- ugh. Stupid bitch landlord, inherited the place from her father and was in over her head.

I’ve tried the licorice thats made with ammonium chloride.

I love love love, licorice. Theres a store by me that often carries international candies and goods. I saw salty licorice there, and it sounded good, so I bought a little bag of the stuff made in one of the nordic countries, it was a bit ago, I don’t remember which one.

Driving home with a piece in my mouth and I taste it. Why do I taste cat piss? Wtf? My face sours, and ammonia comes to mind. My nose flairs, I spit it out. I get home and search up ammonium chloride, which I found on the package lable. I’m horrified what I find. It is processed with ammonia. WTF

Salty licorice might be good, but y’all can keep the ammonium chloride stuff, I’m good. Taste like cat piss smells

I’m allergic the something they put in mass produced milk chocolate over here I think. Idk what it is, I’ve no allergies I know of. But if I have a Hershey Kiss, my throat burns a little after, feels painful.

This doesnt happen when I have good dark chocolate, it’s only the garbage mass produced chocolate. US chocolate wasn’t always this shitty, but it sure as fuck is now. I doubt there is much actual cocoa in it these days

I had the original Ninja Turtles movie on VHS. The one where the kids smoke in many scenes.

If you try and stream the film today, they cut out some of the kid smoking scenes. I wish I still had that VHS. I watched that movie a hundred times growing up

Which is probably like $100 to him

I know nothing about it. Next time I feel wired up for learning, I’ll look into it.

Just making jokes about the river, littering is never cool

It was free a few years ago, I’ve hated it since I got it. I think I got vibes from the windows phone a friend had some years ago and … thought it would be the same? Idk Mine broke, and it was free. Eh

River, meet phone.

I worked in plastic extrusion for nearly a decade.

The front of the line would be about 85, but the back of the kine, where the work was, hit 110°F to 120F° in the summers.

Absolute hell

I have a Pixel phone im bout to throw in the river

“I’ve worn watches by my own choice since I was a kid”

Lets hope it remains a choice

Bruh 🤢

You just sterotyped women so fuckin gross here. Jesus christ

But as you describe, is that every man?

Certainly not.

I’m mom and I’m the rollercoaster, the house repair gal, and I have a higher drive than my husband, though I would never describe our booty time as, “getting my balls emptied” or some female equivalent. It’s more like, activity time with my best friend, alas,

You just sterotyped an entire cohort of people in your description, I hope you understand that.

I refuse to sterotype my fellow women. I know women, we are all different, and I myself, don’t hit many of the sterotypical markers.

You describe your version of the every man’s day here, then say any man who lives differently has issues, because that day isn’t satisfying for them. Is that kind towards your fellow men you think?

I would agree here. Shelters are hell for both genders.

I was homeless with a three months old. Without a kid, I would have done as I always did and couch hopped or slept on benches til I got back on my feet, but I had a baby and wanted to get stable fresh out of a DV situation.

The shelter I stayed at had a “single” floor with both men and womed (divided by rooms) and the top floor was families.

Everyone likes helping a single moms out. And I made it out, got stable and its been 12 years without homelessness. It was because of those programs.

I know a lot of men slip through the cracks. I have met a handful who chose homelessness because thats where they find thier community. I get that, the most community I ever felt was in low places surrounded by others also in low places.

I’ve also met men like my bio father, who after years of addiction, homelessness, violence and prison time, was able to reach resources and get housed and remains comfortable.

These resources, especially now, are being cut. It’s definitely scary. I do think there are a lot of well, Walter Whites of the world, where rather than take help and admit vulnerability, they do it their own way, on thier own terms, fuck the consequences. All because being vulnerable and admitting you need help are like, anti-masculine traits in our current culture.

I think there are a lot of things that lead to men being homeless. There are programs, but usually worh strict requirements and some people, you just cant box them.

I will say for people with children, there are many more programs available.

To note, you don’t see many homeless women, and there is reason you don’t see them. When my mother was homeless she lived deep in the woods and moved around constantly as to avoid being detected. You wouldn’t have known she was homeless, if only because she had a car, but still.

I read the first paragraph, and as a woman, I feel the same! Solidarity!

Poverty isn’t just for men

If you’re hearing men are evil, you may be spending too much time online, or in the wrong places.

You and your ex are not the whole of society. I’ve dated shit bags too, I’ve seen both women and men be shit bags. This is what needs to be avoided, you cant generalize the entire female population because you and your ex wife had a shit fallout. Women shouldn’t generalize men in the same way either. I’ve seen it on the womens side, I call it out or leave the space.

Sometimes people just arnt meant for eachother. Keep hope and find new love.

It’s good practice to try and not judge new people in your life, based on how an old one treated you. Learn red flags sure, learn your own boundaries, learn what things in life you value, but the whole population is not you, nor your ex.

I completely agree if you call someone a bitch/dog/liar/asshole/whatever long enough, some people will respond by giving em what they ask. It’s tough. I hope youve found healing post divorce and feel happier today