My wife told me her cancer had moved to her brain. 22 days later through an unimaginable amount of pain and anguish she passed away.
I dont think anyone could possibly tell me anything that could hurt worse than that. (No fault of her own obviously.)
“Sir, this IS the XL size”
“Get over it, you’re a man, you should like it.” IT being endless levels of sexual harassment from a coworker.
When I came back home from the hospital after my amputation, my wife of 30 years told me she didn’t sign up for this, packed up her things and left.
As if you signed up for an amputation. What is wrong with people!?
It makes you wonder what she thought she signed up for.
“Aaand just sign the amputation clause here right at the bottom. That’s it! You are now husband and wife!”
Covered under “in sickness and in health”
Till death do us part… except
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This happens more than people want to admit, and it can be sudden after a period of support. Like someone gets cancer and their SO sticks by their side until it gets stage 4, things get really messy and hard, and suddenly they’re off starting a new life. My SO is a therapist and has seen it firsthand, it’s gruesome and cruel.
Motherfuckers starting second lives behind their spouses back and here I can’t find a fucking bridge partner.
Wow. Im sorry you encountered this.
While thankfully I have had nothing amputated (yet… but im diabetic), ive noticed that each of several partners over the years has just been abominable at showing empathy.
For example, if I tried to tell my current SO that im feeling a bit down she would absolutely get the shits with me and tell me how shitty her life is.
Theres something about kicking a dog when its down that some people just cant restrain themselves.
In hind sight, would it have been helpful for your partner to give you a few months to recover before leaving?
If your SO can’t show empathy, that’s a good indicator they aren’t a good choice for a long term relationship.
Wow thats so insightful. Amazing. You should write a book or something. Boom.
Nvm, you deserve them.
Ooh sick burn. Im devastated.
Oh geez I’m so sorry I totally didn’t intend that. I figured you’d take it without being a whiny cunt about it.
I mean it’s right there, “for riches and in health, till inconvenience do you part”.
Yeah, health. Not disease or amputation. It isn’t covered by the contract. You need the premium plan marriage package for that.
My best friend got cheated on and dumped after he got diagnosed with epilepsy. It took a year of fits (one in which he screwed up his back) to get the diagnosis, and it basically meant he had to abandon his career path of working in the police force as a detective and forensic analyst and switch to something different.
It also doesn’t help that they both got sacked from a call centre whilst this was going on.
WOOF! What?! Holy fucking shit. I am sorry bro. THIRTY YEARS? No way. I’m sorry but I even find that a bit hard to believe.
PackeD HER things ? IM CONFUSED…
what were you expecting? she packed his things and then left?
Lol I’m an idiot… I’m my head he left… so was very confused why he took her things…😂😂😂
Nice of her to pack my things I guess but now I have to unpack them again. Kind of redundant if you ask me but it’s a nice gesture.
You’re not a person, just a lump of flesh with eyes. My teacher, when I was eleven
When I was being raped and tortured repeatedly by a younger male family member for over 2 years and cried for help, being told that it was something I imagined or made up to stir drama was extremely heart-shattering.
It didn’t matter how much physical evidence I had gathered, nobody in my life would recognize the seriousness of the situation or even take the smallest steps to prevent the abuse from happening.
I was too afraid to call the cops because even my parents refused to believe me. I lived in a very rural town which likely never encountered a situation like mine. Nobody was on my side. My abuser poisoned my family and friends against me before/during/after the abuse, to make sure I had no one to go to.
Same here. My mother never believed it happened.
I blamed myself, because that’s who society says is at fault when a girl has a high sex drive and gets in over her head.
If I hadn’t had support and understanding from a friend’s parents, I’m sure I would have killed myself.
Even though I clearly had nothing to do with it, I’m sorry.
Thank you.
I processed it a long time ago, and I’m doing well now.
Even though I clearly had nothing to do with it, I’m sorry.
Thanks. That was 10 years ago. I am making steady progress in realizing my dreams of helping others, but I still am struggling quite a bit even though I’ve made so much progress on my healing journey.
The cliché of “it gets better” does apply, but it takes a long ass time.
Have you had professional help?
I have not been able to find a good fit, no. Being in a rural area and being on Medicaid complicates this.
I considered online therapy, but I experience severe video/phone call anxiety. In-person therapy is fine, but the facilities around here aren’t trauma-informed/specialized in treating PTSD. They also don’t know the first thing about adult autism.
I’ve tried a couple times regardless, but I did not feel comfortable sharing any of the sensitive details to them.
I would give them a few chances, like tell them about my biological sister (18 years older than me, career criminal, took my parent’s identity more times than I can count, poisoned me with copious amounts of Benadryl over a period of time in my teens to steal from my parents, tried to suffocate me multiple times), but even sharing the smallest details did not inspire trust.
I’ve had therapists blame me or my anxiety for not being able to adapt to a hostile environment before I even was able to tell them 1% of what is actually going on. Acting as if I wasn’t being rational when I told them how many difficulties I had. Acting as if I could just ignore and get along with my sister while living with her…
Most people can’t fathom what I have been through. Since I present “normally” (i.e. mask), albeit with some level of visible anxiety, it makes it seem like things are not so bad to them.
I am seeking somebody, but I can’t afford the people who can help. Maybe one day. I have given up on getting justice and the person who raped me over and over is still free. As for my sister, well she is in court and will likely be going away for a long time for reasons unrelated to me - the jury will decide her fate.
Recently, she tried to frame my mother with a fake ID/renting scheme by impersonating her, giving out bad checks while seeking housing in a neighboring city in another state. My sister has been out of our lives for about a decade, mostly, and she still is trying to get my mother in trouble/hurt us. We have restraining orders against her and have for a few years now.
My mother nearly got arrested due to the fake ID(s) being so good. It fooled the cops, so it must’ve been fairly real-looking. Fortunately my mother has several witnesses who know it wasn’t her, but she still has to appear in court and deal with her bullshit.
Our circumstances are different, but it sounds like what you need is what I needed.
It took me about 16 years to find support, and when I did it was through a charity for sex workers. Even then it took three different therapists to find one who I felt I could trust, and when I did all the rubbish I held inside came pouring out. It didn’t fix it, but it meant I could start fixing it.
Since you’re in the healthcare equivalent of the wasteland in Mad Max, maybe the place to look is in mutual aid … support groups and charities. Just gotta watch out for the religious types poisoning the well.
If you want you can DM me, and I’m happy to chat over Matrix or WhatsApp. I’m no therapist, but I’ve been through similar shit.
I have a bit of a story to tell about this particular question.
It’s a question I asked of myself.
Brought on by my sister calling child protective services on me after my wife died. She left me. With four children, and I was in mourning and not dealing well.
It led me the ask the most painful question of myself. Am I a good father?
The answer was no.
I wasn’t a good father. And I’m glad she made that call. It woke me up, and I changed everything around. Or at least, I hope so.
How long ago was this, and how are things today? Username doesn’t check out, I hope?
It was 15 years ago. It all worked out well. My kids grew up, well adjusted and loved, and we talk all the time. We’ve talked through what happened as well.
Well done on rising to the challenge and putting the work in.
Not something I would be capable of TBH.
Depends on the kind of crack. Maybe he’s a plumber.
“Grandma died during surgery”. I didn’t call her the night before because I thought it’d be awkward and I didn’t acknowledge the risk of heart surgery.
It’s not you mate; we all think there’s always more time than there actually is.
I was sitting around a picnic table with a few friends and a couple new people we didn’t know too well. Someone had the idea that the new people go around and predict something about each of us, who they had basically just met.
One of them went around and said something super nice about each person, like “you’ll get that job you always wanted” or “you’ll have kids that will end up doing great things” stuff like that, kind of impersonal but nice generic predictions.
When she got to me she stopped, looked at me really hard, and said “you’re going to die, sad and alone.” There was silence for a few seconds and then most of us started cracking up, because we were sure she was joking. But when we stopped laughing, I saw she hadn’t even cracked a smile, and she looked me straight in the eye and said “I’m serious.” Then moved on and said something super nice about the next person.
This was more than 15 years ago and it hasn’t stopped bothering me. Needless to say, she and I never became friends.
What the fuck? Who does that shit? I hope she gets to experience what she tried to put on you.
Jesus Christ what the fuck
Maybe another stranger’s prediction will cancel it out?
Your final moments will be full of joy as you reminisce on a life well lived.
You will unfortunately, at some point, have an erection that lasts longer than four hours. You’ll need to go to the E.R. for it, but it’ll be fine and won’t affect your overall health.
Priapism. (sp?)
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never visited but I’m sure it’s a nice city
Some tourist you are.
I predict that you’ll die at 90 years old from too many orgasms during a menage a trois
My wife telling me that she can’t deal with me anymore in November 2024. We were together for twelve years. TBH, I was also sore that Trump just won the election despite that Project 2025 was public knowledge, so I was super vulnerable already, and her departure pushed me into a long-term psychotic break.
I had been getting progressively crazier in the years leading to her announcement. My psychotherapist discontinued my service to go on maternity leave some years before and I had then moved to Sacramento. Then the COVID-19 epidemic hit, everyone needed psychotherapy and so they all stopped taking Medicare since their schedules were packed with better payers. And then they all burned out.
So I went without mental health care for years figuring I could deal better than those who are not used to being crazy. Evidently not so.
There are more factors. Her job in construction was going south so she changed jobs to a non-profit that helps victims of human trafficking (and is still brutally busy but is far more fulfilled by her work), and the income difference affected our lifestyle.
I used to compete in an annual competition in high school, one year I got 4th, the next third. You needed first to progress to national level.
A friend of my teacher said “when do you just shoot the horse” right in front of me.
Thankfully I never saw that guy again, but Jesus, what an asshole. That was the last year I did that competition.
I’m so lost. I feel like I’m missing something obvious here. Are you the horse? What does this mean?
Yeah, he was saying how many times do I have to lose before they stop sending me to the competition.
Oh shit! That’s absolutely brutal.
What the fuck? Were there so few participants that 3rd was a bad result? High school has four years, right? 4th, 3rd, 2nd, 1st place, seems to me you were on track.
No, it was a province wide competition, and I worked really hard to prep. Top 3 was very good.
The first place people were always awesome.
Wow, what a douchey thing to say >:-(
Probably a horse shooting competition
What an absolutely awful attitude to have around children. Forget celebrating all you achieved, or the fact that you’re clearly improving, it wasn’t good enough after two attempts so just give up forever.
No, that guy holding a swastika flag at a Nazi march isn’t a Nazi. You don’t know anything else about him!
I don’t need to, though - and now, I don’t need to know anything else about the guy who said that, either.
It was two occasions about eight years apart. One was Mom calling to tell me Dad died, the other was my brother calling me about Mom.
Sorry for your loss, whenever it was. It’s never easy.
“…are you aware that that is 100% terminal within a year?”
I wasn’t.
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