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Haha. You’re my people. For real.

It was crazy. “I love you! I can’t live without you! I’ll kill myself if you leave!”

Next day I’d find a hickey on her neck and get messages from some dude’s wife telling me her husband was fucking my wife.

“That’s not what happened. When I said, “what happened with us” I was talking about a conversation we had at the bar! His wife is lying! She’s crazy by the way. Everyone knows she lies about everything. That physical evidence isn’t physical evidence. You’re crazy. You made all of this up in your head.”

Just get help bud. Don’t let it fester and ruin your life.

When I finally realized I couldn’t salvage my family, she ended up involuntarily committed. She pulled all of her hair out and dragged us into court lying to everyone.

Good luck. Seriously.

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Oh yeah, as far as loved until hated, I was god until I wasn’t, then everyone in town was convinced I was a violent rapist and a monster until I was god again. Man. Glad all that is over.

This read just like the stuff that a girl with BPD would write about me haha.

How y’all think that went for me?

Oh and I’ve never heard that word. Thank you.

Edit: You’ve sent me down a rabbit hole.

I’m so glad he did.

I knew two openly gay men when I was growing up. Only two. The world was so unkind to them for so long. They were the butt of every joke. I knew their names before I knew them.

The one man had the double whammy of being black and gay in a rural coal mining town. He was a teacher, and he had to deal with parents fighting to have their kids taken out of his class every year, afraid the “spirit” would get in their kids.

About 10 years ago I was at my lowest point. A drug addict without a dime to my name. My car broke down, so I borrowed my mom’s car. It broke down the first day. This man heard me crying to my mom on the phone at her job and asked to speak to me. He said, “You get you a ride down here and I’ll let you use my van. You keep it as long as you need it.”

I drove his giant Ford van around for more than 4 months. It was so badass, had the old CRT and N64 ports in the back. I put a console in there for him and gave him a pile of games. He was always hauling the local poor folks around to the grocery store and appointments and things. Every time I seen him after that he had folks playing Mario Kart in the van haha.

Everyone had comments too. “Ooooh. What did you do to get that van?” I’d always fire back, “let me drive your car and I’ll show you.” Haha

This is the part I try so hard to communicate to bigots when they go on about how gayness is just in fashion these days.

I’ll pass them this article. That straight world they remember so fondly existed because they pushed men like this into the closet with their bigotry.

They’ll probably say something like, “Well they flaunt it and shove it in my face now.”

I wish the world would just be cool.

My older kids went through a phase where they were just randomly saying “butt” for like a year. By the end of it I couldn’t stand my own ass.

“Hey dad, dad, DAD!”

“What is it kiddo?”

“Butts! Ahahahahaha. Just picture it, crack down the middle, poopin’, just hanging out being a butt.”

When I realized I hadn’t heard the word “butt” for a few months, my sigh of relief could have changed the orbit of the planet.

Nuh uh. I swored on the bi-bull three times. That ain’t in there. I never heard my preacher say that and all he ever talked about was the bi-bull.

Jesus, I am propelled everywhere I go by farts. Makes the kids laugh so I guess I’ll be alright.

No, no, no! You got it all wrong. It’s the kiiiiiiiids.

I seriously have a boiling hatred for computers now because I couldn’t even be a little bit mean. I’ve snapped a few times when people blamed me for problems years after I worked on their stuff, but mostly I just got trampled on and robbed at every turn because I didn’t want to upset anyone.

By the time I was mean enough to demand payment and things like that, I already hated it.

My daughter is passionate about computers, so nowadays if I so much as want to tweak something a little bit I let her do it unless she don’t want to. I don’t want to burn her out too.

Your dad sounds like the childhood hero of mine who got me into computers.

Severe ADHD prevented me from ever learning to code, but I became damn good at repairs and things and just general understanding of computers because he was available to ask questions at almost any time.

He went to school auctions every year and got me a pile of hardware to learn from. He never asked for anything in exchange. All around great guy.

I heard him on the phone a few times dealing with the people who he worked with though. Good god he was mean. I couldn’t imagine him being that way with me ever, but he was brutal when it came to work and money.

A dude called him one time while I was sitting there, he listened for a few minutes and he said, “I’ve got a 14 year old kid here, he’s been doing this stuff for about 2 years. I’m gonna let him walk you through this for the 10th fucking time because you’re a goddamn idiot and feeling like a fool when you hang up the phone with a grown man isn’t teaching you any lessons. Maybe get a pen for this one because if I have to remind that a child walked you through it last time, I’m not going to be so fucking friendly.” I was so nervous, apologized multiple times, when I was finished walking him through it he took the phone and said, “now don’t you feel stupid? 25 years and this kid just schooled you.”

He told me, “you gotta be real with idiots or they’ll bother you with stupid problems every single day of your life.”

I wish that lesson had stuck haha, it just wasn’t in me to be mean. As a result, a hobby that I was passionate about all of my life is something I avoid like the plague now. People ruined it for me by bothering me constantly.

I’m signed up to his mailing list for fun. He described it as the darkest day in American history. I’d say roughly half of the country agrees with that assessment.

Saaaad.

I can’t believe it’s been a year. Damn. I really didn’t think I’d make it. I half worried I’d go crawling back.

My last two comments, one year ago were, “Memmy for Lemmy. Been happy all day.” (though voyager is my app these days) and, “Thank you. I already love it. I hope this is where all of the old heads go.”

That was a response to my introduction to lemmy.world.

I meant it when I said I was leaving. I wasn’t 100% sure I could make it after using Reddit for so long, but here I am.

I’d like to, that’s for sure.

I’m almost out of certified classics to play though and this loot box, cosmetic, buy this, buy that, always online crap don’t appeal to me.

I wish I could pull that hat off. You gotta actually live the pope life though. People can see through that shit too. “Why you wearing that hat? You ain’t no poper!”

Damn. I hadn’t even thought of it. Isn’t it crazy that some people among us would see things like that burn and not even wince. Hell, some would even celebrate. Our lives are so short. It blows my mind that anyone would want to destroy something like that for any reason.

Nah, cocaine good. Easy cheese and ritz too.

And also, preaching to the choir I’m sure, that’s the biggest reason I hate AI. We’re already contending with misinformation and bad information, and here comes the confused talking computer to make things worse.