“hit me up on Grindr for some good bussy.”
I can’t feel empathy and the only reason why I am sad when you are sad is because I’ve learned that faking it makes you happier.
Your drinking is ruining our relationship, and your relationships with your grandkids.
I have a good relationship with my dad now but that wasn’t always the case. It’s too long a story for this comment but I’ve confronted him a few times over the years about various things. On one such occasion, he said something to the effect of, “Why don’t my kids ever want anything to do with me?”
I said, " I love you Dad, but you’re an angry dick about everything and you always have been. Would you want to spend time with your dad if he was like that?" His dad was exactly like that. He didn’t say anything but I knew I struck a nerve. He’s worked on himself a lot and is a much, much better grandpa than he was a father.
I don’t know your situation and you can’t change your family members behavior. That’s on them. But sometimes it’s ok to let them know what their behavior is doing to everyone else around them. They may not understand that. And if they do and just don’t care, then they’ll have to deal with the consequences.
I hide things about my hobbies from my wife. It’s not because she’d disapprove, it’s because sometimes I just don’t want anyone’s opinion about what I’m doing/making.
I will not tell my wife and parents that when they go (my wife is older than me) that I will have nothing to live for so I will check out myself. I came to this decision a couple of years ago and am happy.
I am choosing between living with them and homelessness. Otherwise, I would be anywhere else.
That I’m not doing as well as I thought I might be doing.
I tried to kill myself. Twice. I would either have to deal with my old man’s shit or break my mom’s heart, neither of which I could tolerate.
I’m sorry you were in that position, and I hope you’re doing much better now?
