Humorous poems dad

Hey there! I'm a 36-year-old married dude with kids, who's pretty laid-back and introverted, and full of ADHD. While I'm a bit of a homebody, I do enjoy getting out into the great outdoors of the Pacific Northwest when I can muster the energy (thanks to my wife's gentle nudges). I have a knack for humor and love swapping dumb jokes – especially the classic dad variety. Laughter is the best medicine, as they say!
In terms of hobbies, I'm into art, particularly drawing and currently learning to paint. I'm also a lifelong learner and have a passion for exploring new things (my next project is cross stitching). Anime and manga are my biggest current interests, and I don't mind indulging in them with or without my kids (who can resist a good anime binge, am I right?). Some of my currents (and past favs) include My Hero Academia, DBZ, Full Metal Alchemist, One-Punch Man, and One Piece. One of my dreams is to write and illustrate my very own graphic novel someday. When I'm not immersed in my creative pursuits, you can probably find me glued to YouTube, either soaking up new knowledge or laughing at dumb videos. Podcasts are another favorite of mine, especially those in the realms of comedy and learning – bonus points if they involve Dungeons & Dragons shenanigans.
I occasionally game, including games like Starbound, the Civilization Series, God of War, the Horizon Zero Dawn Series, Baldur's Gate 3, Tony Hawk Pro Skater and Stardew Valley. I've also been working to get some emulators going to play some past favorites from Playstation.
Musically, I'm a fan of rock in all its forms, from punk to heavier metal. Some favorites include Thrice, Coheed and Cambria, Four Year Strong, August Burns Red, Texas in July, This or the Apocalypse, Not On Tour, and many more (just ask!). I'm on the hunt for someone who shares or has similar interests to mine. Reddit messages and Discord are my preferred modes of communication. It would be awesome to connect with someone who enjoys swapping memes, discussing shared hobbies, and maybe even motivating each other to try new things. But most importantly, I'm just excited about learning from people from all walks of life. If that sounds like your cup of tea, shoot me a message! (I have to add, platonic friendships only please!) I always struggle with reaching out to new people, so if you're the same, here's a few ice breakers to get a conversation rolling. Feel free to tweak them, or add your own!:
-What's your one go-to song you play constantly, no matter how embarrassing? -What's the weirdest talent or skill you have? -What's your most memorable dream you've ever had? -If you could instantly become an expert in any subject or skill, what would it be and why? -What's a lesser-known or seemingly overhyped book/audiobook/graphic novel/comic/anime/ manga/movie/TV show that turned out to be one of your favorites?

First of all, I’m really sorry for this long post, but I’m desperate and wanted to provide as much info as possible.
I'm 29F and he's 33M. In the beginning, we seemed to have a lot of things in common. But that was 3 years ago and lots has changed. I work full time and he is a stay at home dad (something we both decided on because I love my job). But that means that he just has so much more free time to devote to things he's interested in. Before him, I was in a really abusive relationship from 15 - 25. I was basically only allowed to do the things my ex wanted which I hated by the way. They were not my interests at all. So I essentially lived under a rock. Now, I have no hobbies or anything really, but my fiance's brain is non stop always wanting to try new things and learn new things. I try to do things with him. I've played several TCGs with him, I've watched animes with him, I've watched movies he wanted me to see and shows, I've played games and watched him play games. I've tried to be really present.
One issue though, he never sticks to things for long. There are several animes we've started but not finished and several games that we go all out for and buy several decks of and we play for a little and then he moves on to something else. Truthfully, I'm exhausted mentally from learning so many new things. I already don't have a lot of down time between work and home and toddler and him. I love spending time with him, but I've had to start telling him I don't want to learn a new thing right now.
On to the main issue, I just have nothing to converse about with him. The only thing I really like to do is travel. The beach, the mountains, just an hour away for date night, cruises; those are things I like, but that he doesn't really enjoy. We still travel and go places, just not a whole lot which is fine. We do still do things together, but I can tell he isn't mentally satisfied. I don't have enough interest in his shows or books or games or some of the things he's into to carry on an actual conversation. But I want to. I want to have a whole conversation with him and I want us to be engaged in an actual conversation with thoughts and feelings, but I'm struggling with being able to stay engaged because certain things just don't interest me.
We also have different senses of humor. I just don't find some things funny that he does. We don't have issues where we don't enjoy being around each other. We love being around each other. I just want him to feel as fulfilled as I do in the relationship.
Help me please. How can I change this? How can I help provide the mental stimulation that he needs?

I have seen my fair share of profiles on Feeld and I thought it might be fun to turn them into characters. This is purely humorous, I don't mean to pick on anyone. None of these profiles are real, but more of an amalgamation of bios I keep seeing. We all have seen certain tendencies, haven't we... Also this is my small-town, very low diversity experience on the app.
What did I miss? Leave a comment with something you encounter often!
The Sensual Hedonist
I am a sensual man whose love language is touch. I believe my partner should achieve orgasm before me!!! Very important!!! I want to do some serious sexual exploration. very well endowed. I have a high libido, you have to keep up with me haha ;) I believe in consent, it’s not fun when the other one isn’t enthusiastic.
The Touring Tourist
a list of dates and cities
Show me around!! open minded, ENM
Him and Her
Him: dominant cis man attracted to cis women and femme-presenting
Her: submissive cis woman, straight/bi curious
we don’t want a unicorn. no single men!!! women only!!! We come as a package, if you ask me out, I will most likely decline!
The Yoga Lady
tantra (couple emoji)
yoga (temple emoji)
deep connections (heart on fire emoji)
vegan (plant emoji)
Professionals (none of their pictures include faces)
We are a couple of professionals. We take care of ourselves and expect you to do the same. Playing only together.
pics after we match
The Stranger Danger Haremist (50+ yo man with two girlfriends in their 20s)
We are looking for a third friend :3 uwuuuu
He is the one in charge of this profile and replies to messages. He has the final say!!!
The ‘I have nothing else to offer but my height’
5′ 11″
The Low Effort guy
just ask ;)))
I have pretty pics, what else do you want from me (attractive young woman, not a single word in her bio)
The Divorced Dad (all of his photos are selfies from unflattering angles)
casual or something longer
Scary Gen-Z (a mix of ironic outfits and trashy tattoos that makes me feel like the loser I was at high school)
very leftist, bio almost illegible due to weird ass fonts
The Future Cheater (single photo of a wall)
just looking
The Influencer (bunch of photos from obviously work related events, most likely DJing)
@followme

I saw someone go on a "positive rant" about how much they love life with their SO and SK and I want to hop on that band wagon. Not to gloat but I am the happiest I've ever been with this man and his wonderful daughters! Two years ago we met completely by happenstance and found out along the way how many times we almost met, even as far back as little kids vacationing at the same place on the same days! It's hard not to believe in some higher power (coming from an agnostic). The timing of our meeting was perfect as he is nearly 10 years older and well... it would NOT have happened any earlier (also he was married up until the day we met. Yes really.). His daughters are just the coolest little people. The oldest is like the little sister I never had. We are 15 years apart and I delight in handing clothes down to her probably more than she delights in receiving them. She is such a grateful, smart, determined, sweet kid. She is 10 and stands up for her beliefs stronger than most adults, including myself. She gets that from her daddy but she also has her whole own amazing personality. We get along so well. The middle child is so goofy and caring and is such a hard workelearner. She really seeks to understand people and things around like no other 8 year old I've known. She is very different from her older sister in her interests and likes/dislikes. She's not as outspoken but she expresses herself with her fun style and drawings and I just adore the person she is and who she is becoming. She had a lot of trouble academically this year and has worked her little hiney off to get to where she is now. She has also come so far with her ability to control her emotions and recognize when she needs to remove herself from frustrating situations. She is able to talk about her feelings instead of shout and throw things now (the divorce was arguably hardest on her for various reasons). She always wants hugs and cuddles and I'm always happy to oblige because so do I! She and I have a special bond because I feel like I understand her big emotions as I was also a big emotions kid. She almost always chooses to snuggle with me on movie nights and I treasure being important to this amazing little kid. The youngest had just turned 4 when I met her and she was definitely the hardest to win over. She loves animals and bugs and spiders and lovely takes them outside when they're found in the house. She has the silliest sense of humor and is always making up knock knock jokes and riddles.. and they're starting to make some sense! This kid is so respectful and kind at 6 years old, I just know she is going to be a great citizen of the world as am adult. She is also one of the most independent little kid's I've known. She has been making her own lunch since 4 years old. She cleans her room without being told. She bathes correctly and takes care of her hair with some help but almost entirely self lead. She was the last to hug me, say I love you, and the last to want to snuggle on the couch but after 2 years she's gotten a whole lot more comfortable and I get to see more and more of her bright personality every day. So many people say never to date someone with kids but I have such a different experience than that! I respect the heck out of their mom and dad for raising the three of them up so well and I'm so extremely lucky to have found the bestest single dad with the coolest kids.

(Bad title but I have no idea how else to word that)
Off the top of my head:
Spider-Man (2002) - "You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!" Cingular Wireless was all over the movie, Macy Gray, New Yorkers coming together, everything was futuristic looking
The King of Queens (Mid 2000s) - Anytime I watch this, it just feels like the 2000s. Or what being late 20s/early 30s and growing into adulthood would be like. This was like my dad and his buddies before kids/life took over for good lol
House of Wax (2005) - You open with Deftones, have the coolest TV stars at the time in a horror film, and you end it on My Chemical Romance. Oh hell yeah
Superbad (2007) - Came out my sophomore year and couldn't have been a better snapshot of high school in 2007. Bonus, I was actually hungover and hiding it from my mom in the theaters bc I had spent the night with my friends trying to score Everclear vodka... what are the odds?
Zombieland (2009) - I don't like this movie, I think it's cringy as hell, but I also don't like the late 2000s and this feels like a pinpoint accurate snapshot of what a zombie invasion in 2009 would look like. Meta, sarcastic, violent, and "LOLRANDOM" humor
There are obviously better answers, but when my kids ask me one day what it was like growing up in the 2000s, I would probably point them to these films/shows as a start

This is an XXXL post. The TL;DR is the title. I don't know why this felt important to me to put down, but here we are. A kind of obituary? Grief? I keep as many identifying details out of it as possible but this is a history of our entire relationship. It's not a unique story but maybe it can help someone else down the line. Help someone else make the decisions I couldn't. It is complicated, and I wrote it in one shot trying to include any details I thought would answer potential questions. There are triggering topics. My hindsight is painfully 20/20 and I fully accept my part to play in all of this. I can only speak for myself and my feelings, and I am broken hearted. This is not a fun read and concludes to a bleak end.
I became almost instant best friends with "Greg" the year we were graduating high school some twenty years ago. Mutual addictions to alcohol and cigarettes put us in close proximity often, where we rapidly discovered how much we had in common. Same absurd sense of humor, same taste in music, same drive for honesty and loyalty. My family sucked and his ignored him. He lived on the old side of town in a rough neighborhood where getting jumped was a weekly occurrence for him while I lived with my more affluent family several blocks away really only dealing with my pillhead mom and the embodiment of rage that was my dad. Violence was the norm for him and he often described shootings and stabbings with the same air as reporting the weather.
My then girlfriend introduced us, but Greg and I continued to hang out long after the end of that relationship. Soon high school was over and we both prepared to leave for the military. Our last few months were spent drinking and smoking and DRINKING before our goodbyes were said. Nothing overly emotional - we promised to write each other then "aight bro peace peace". Maybe a few weeks after I left for basic training and a few before he did I got a letter that he was in the hospital. Story was his brother convinced him to smoke K2 (synthetic marijuana) and that he almost died. Three day coma and all that. He wrote me not too long after and assured me he was fine and still leaving for basic.
Life went on and we kept in touch via social media, but it was a far cry from our pre-military friendship. We were in completely different specialties and had vastly different careers; in turn I didn't see him again in person for six years. There’s no good place to put this fact but I should stress now: we were both non-combat roles. Anyway, I had been out of the military a few months and was pretty well established in my new city when he reached out about coming to visit me with part of his terminal leave (accrued vacation at the end of military service, essentially). Naturally I offered him my couch at the apartment I shared with my roommate so long as he understood it wouldn't be a whole lot like when we used to hang out. I was halfway through my 20’s, getting ready to get married, signing paperwork to buy a house, and absolutely destroyed by a high stakes/low reward job. He acknowledged, then gave me a date I could expect him and a plan for two weeks.
First night, I bought some libations, and we caught up. Come to find out he was injured quite badly early on in his service and never told me. It severely altered his life trajectory as it meant he had to give up his dream job. He was put on permanent injury status and shoved into a dumb desk position where he gained 35 pounds by drinking himself half to death. He was known around base as a drunk shitbag. He has almost zero close friendships and hasn't had a girlfriend in five years. No interest, no libido, no luck. He was receiving complete benefits from the DOD for life and was in all reality left physically disabled. I empathized, but was somewhat lost when he described his transition into accepting his new way of life. Roughly paraphrasing:
"...I was just meant to be a [member of the military] y'know? Like I've always known it, that was my plan from the start. Then it got taken from me all over again."
The last sentence caught my attention, and I asked him to elaborate. Essentially, he told me he legitimately grew up believing that he would enlist and ship off to fight nazis. Claimed it was shattering when he realized - as a preteen - WW2 was over and he would never experience that conflict. Basically enlisting into this military was him begrudgingly settling as he would never parachute into France with an M1. I wrote it off as an ambitious metaphor for his disillusionment with government fueled by many beers. This was the start of one of the strangest months of my life. To summarize:
He would walk to the gas station a block away every morning, buy two cases of high ABV trash beer and proceed to drink all of them throughout the day. He was obliterated every time I got home from work.
He would order Domino's every day. When I figured out it was all he had eaten for a week and asked why, he said he didn't want to inconvenience me and couldn't think of any other food. I am a grown adult that knows how to cook, and my kitchen was stocked.
My dog hated his guts and would bite the shit out of his hand any time he went to pet her. I say "any time" because the biting did not deter him even a little bit from trying a snuggle.
He up and decided to extend his trip by two additional weeks because it seemed like I needed help. Rightly I did as several big life milestones were on my horizon and I was doing a whole lot of it alone, but this greatly annoyed my roommate who already was not enjoying his drunk and obnoxious company.
He would without fail ask to sleep in my bed with me at least every other night while assuring me it was a platonic thing and not sexual in any way. That’s great and all, but he assured me before I ever thought about the idea of it possibly being sexual. I told him no and that the missus would not approve hoping that would be the end of it. I have a history surrounding SA so situations like this tend to make me extremely nervous. Usually, it’s a hard time speaking up for myself, but I distinctly remember standing my ground about it. Some random night we went out and I got black out drunk (he bought me many drinks, but not without a drink for himself. It did not feel predatory). I woke up and he was spooning me in my bed. While I can never know for sure that nothing happened, I was still wearing all of my clothes and I did not feel like I had anything done to me. He assured me it was just because he was drunk and always sleeps better when he has something warm to cuddle.
He "jokingly" threatened to stab my then fiancé if she didn't measure up to the expectations he had placed on her. She wasn't around, thank God, but again he was blackout drunk so I excused it after telling him to knock it off. He passed out in my bed shortly thereafter, forcing me to the couch with my dog. I had an uneasy feeling he had done it on purpose to try and spoon me again.
I had recently gotten a large tattoo across my entire arm and upper back. One day I took a shower and when I got out, I needed to ask him something about our plans. As I was walking into my room, I asked him if he saw and liked my new tattoo and he gave me a look like "c'mon, man, really?" Like I had asked him something that had hurt him.
Honestly, I was happy to see him go when he finally took off. We kept in touch about as often as we had before, being that we were on opposite coasts again. My strange feelings from his visit faded. The weird times were greatly outweighed by how legitimately helpful he was and that was genuinely confusing. He bought groceries, he assembled furniture, he helped me pack and move, he listened to me bitch and offered insightful opinions, he seemed to genuinely care about me and my happiness and the life I had started to build for myself. It felt like when we were close before, like I had my best friend back and we were looking out for each other again.
Fast forward a few years and my life has completely upended. I'm divorced, selling my home, and moving across the country again. I'll spare you the details but suffice to say I'm back in my hometown with my tail between my legs. Guess who still lives there with his parents? I hit him up, hoping I could coax a good time out of my depression with an old friend and some booze. We end up drinking and talking for hours. I confront him about the weirdness from his visit, he apologizes and tells me he was in a rough mental state. We talk it out and I push it to the back of my mind.
This led into us hanging out nearly every night at my place for several months, almost always getting drunk or high on whatever was around. Watching shows, playing games, ordering food, indulging agoraphobia, staying up for days. Sleep did win sometimes and usually i insisted he stay on the couch. At this point though, I didn't much see the harm and let him sleep next to me a few times - so long as he promised not to touch me. Once or twice i woke up to him pressed up against me and hoped he had rolled into me in his sleep. Eventually he began to push for cuddling and I said I wasn't comfortable with it, putting him back on the couch.
Money wasn't a concern; we were both being paid disability through the DoD and it was more than enough to live on. One thing that I could not understand was that even though Greg received compensation for his injury, he could never figure out how to access and apply for his VA healthcare benefits. I tried to both talk and walk him through the process but it always ended in his extreme frustration followed by slamming his laptop shut. Instead of ever figuring it out he just bought healthcare through his university. It was bizarre.
Had I not gotten a business opportunity, I would probably still be melting into my couch in the dark right next to Greg. A friend reached out to me, asked me to join his start up in a new city. It was fresh and exciting, and honestly, I didn't have anything better going for me. I took him up on it and prepared to move yet again. Greg insisted he help, even going so far as to say he wanted to make the two day drive with me. I protested. He had only recently gotten his shit together and he had school to worry about. It was getting close to the start of the semester and I didn’t want to encourage him to make a poor choice. He insisted it would be fine, we made the drive, and unsurprisingly by now he blows off his important dates and obligations back in our hometown to fuck around in my new city and live on another roommates couch. All of our drinking and drugging came with him and our behavior simply had a new background.
Around this time, I started to be comfortable with the idea of dating again. I casually see a few women before hitting it off with someone and hanging out a few times. She and I are having drinks nearby, Greg hits me up. It’s agreed he would come out for a beer, say “what’s up?” and take off. I was excited for them to meet, kind of wanted to show her off a bit to my boy. Instead he shows up, houses TWELVE drinks, then confronts her while I’m in the bathroom. I still don’t know what he said but she was freaked out enough to leave immediately and later tell me to keep my distance from him because there was obviously something wrong there. He refused to tell me that night and when he sobered up he had no recollection.
A few weeks later we’re on the couch watching TV, I’m texting with some lady. It was gettin a little spicy, so I looked up and glanced around the room - privacy is high on my list and I do not enjoy PDA. Greg appeared to be asleep, so I responded to her flirting in kind. The next morning he broke down sobbing while he told me he saw me look at him last night “to make sure he was paying attention to the flirty messages from someone else”. Baffled, I told him that was absolutely not what had happened and calmed him down. I thought he was asleep and just wanted to avoid the embarrassment of engaging in private behavior. He added “I know you’re not going to just wake up one day and find me attractive but I would like to at least live that lie. I can’t do that when you’re actively rubbing my face in romantic conversations you have with other people.”
I was stunned. I thought we were well beyond any kind of feelings. Besides that, I never directly showed him any conversations I had with other people. This opened the floodgates to a very long and tearful conversation where he confessed many things to me that I will take to my grave simply out of respect. However, the one thing I need to say here for context is that he told me his romantic feelings for me had made him question his gender identity and sexuality. He felt more and more like a woman every day and had begun to consider transitioning hoping that ultimately I would fall in love with him along the way. In the gentlest way possible, I told him in no uncertain terms that I am not and will never be attracted to him regardless of gender or sexuality. I simply do not view him romantically and I would have no idea how to even approach changing something like that. Of course if it felt right and it was something he needed for himself I would be unquestioningly supportive of his transition, but if it had anything to do with me at all he needed to do more soul searching.
The next few days were extremely awkward but eventually Greg returned home. He was very nearly facing consequences for missing however many opening weeks of school. At this point, I am hip deep in my friends' company and working my ass off. I gladly accepted the easy excuse to put all of that discomfort away and out of my mind, withdrawing almost entirely from social media. Greg would send me some apologies, some normal messages, some gifs and memes. I found that I didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. Sometimes I would respond, but there was a pervasive anxiety whenever I saw his name pop up on my phone. According to him, I was the confusing presence. If I had no idea I was sending encouraging signals his way before, I definitely had no idea what to say now. All of those little things I had done, all those tiny ways I gave up my personal boundaries for him accumulated and crushed me beneath their collective guilt. Why didn’t I stick to what I had said? Why did I let him sleep next to me even after he broke his promise? Why didn’t I hold my ground when I woke up to him touching me? When he threatened my partner? So many ways I tried to protect him and all I did was open us both up to this enormous wound. Innocently or not, I had clearly hurt him and us being that close was obviously bad for his psyche.
Time lurched forward, weeks became months, and his messages came with greater gaps between. I no longer participated in lengthy conversations with him and responses were few and far between. It was spring, and I had been seeing my new partner for several months now. It was my first real relationship post-divorce and things were going extremely well. We were visiting my parents and found ourselves with a bit of free time on our last day in town. On a whim, I shot a cursory message to Greg. We hadn’t spoken in a while, but the last exchange we had was honestly pretty alright. Many apologies had been made on his end and I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“Hey, it’s been a while, hope you’re doing well. Long shot, but if you’re still in [hometown] and not busy for the next few hours, my girlfriend and I are visiting my parents if you wanted to meet up?”
“Yeah dude, absolutely come through.”
I drove over to his place; he met us outside with his dogs and greeted us warmly with hugs. On my way in I had stopped at the liquor store and bought a pack of smokes and a small case of beer just like I always used to. When I dropped them in the fridge I brought three back to the group and offered him one but he politely declined. He explained that over the winter he had taken to getting drunk every night at the local hole. During a blackout he had a violent episode and almost cut the throat of a guy we’ve known since high school, someone he had called a friend previously. He then went on to say he believed a lot of his problematic behavior stemmed from his extreme drinking and quitting was treating him well. Minus smoking a fair bit of weed he honestly did seem a lot better than the last time I had seen him. As we drove away, we both felt he seemed level-headed and sincere. Obviously I had caught my partner up on everything that had happened before, and even she felt no weirdness despite being primed and ready for it.
That’s why when he showed up on my doorstep as a surprise for my birthday, I felt nothing but joy. It was organized privately between my girlfriend and Greg, they both worked so hard to set this visit up. She kissed me on the cheek as she assured me she couldn’t wait to get to know my best friend. Then he got in the car with her, I got in mine, and we drove to the venue for the party. In the 30 minutes they were alone, he confessed his undying love for me to her, said he didn’t hate her but would never like her, that he thought he was over it until he was standing in front of me and all his feelings came flooding back. He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t do anything about it. She essentially came to me in a panic once we were out of our cars and told me everything. We muddled through the party, got back to the house with him and confronted him. He denied everything, and essentially said that she was interrogating him the whole car ride and she tricked him into telling her about old feelings. It got heated more than once. She accused him of lying and he accused her of twisting his words. She said she wasn’t comfortable with him staying with us anymore. I talked to and arranged for him to stay in my friends’ spare room but he refused. He promised we could all work it out and that he was probably just excited about seeing me for the first time in months. It would go away.
It did not go away. If anything, his behavior became more aggressive and stranger. We anxiously counted the hours to his flight as he became moody and unpredictable. He would send me pages of text about his feelings on messenger just to delete them twenty minutes later. I no longer knew this person, and I no longer wanted to know this person. I drove him to the airport in silence and intended to never speak to him again. He had proven himself over and over again to not be my friend, and I was finally exhausted. The moment he stepped out of my vehicle the messages started, only increasing in volume and insanity the longer I went without responding. In the 45 minute drive back to the house, I had received innumerable messages from Greg running the full spectrum of human emotions. This would last several days.
The intensity frightened me, and the tone shifted dramatically to obsessive and dark. I shut down and shut him out. Eventually, after a few weeks, it just stopped. All that was left afterward were hundreds of *”This message has been unsent”* boxes and a single meek “I’m sorry.”. For months afterward he would message me, asking to catch up, but I just couldn’t make myself do it. I was hurt and angry and confused and sad and so many other things, but mostly I just didn’t trust him anymore. I was too ashamed to talk about what happened because my mind went immediately to every event described in my novella here. How could I have let this go on this long? How could I have missed so many signs? This whole time I thought he was my best friend when he was blatantly OPENLY pursuing me romantically. I don’t have a lot of friends. I wanted that so badly I believed obvious lies and increasingly ridiculous explanations. So many people tried to warn me and I arrogantly ignored them all. “You don’t know him like I do.”
On a warm summer evening, I was out having drinks with my partner and my cousin. I get a call from an unknown number and immediately upon answering I recognize Greg’s mother’s voice. She is near hysterical, but I manage to make out the gist of what she was saying. Greg was gone. He had stopped eating, sleeping, and interacting with his family several weeks ago and now he had packed a few things and disappeared. He said he couldn’t live with himself knowing he had hurt me so badly. He was telling his parents that he had raped me.
“OP? I need an answer. Did. He. Rape you?” she demanded, emotion clotting her throat.
“I have no idea how to respond to this. To my knowledge, no? I mean I can’t say he’s never made me uncomfortable, and we have certainly been black out drunk together, but I have no evidence at all of being raped by your son.”
Nausea overwhelmed me and the ground tilted beneath my feet. Where did he go? What was he doing? Was he okay? Should I reach out? Would it make things worse? She seemed to calm down once that question was behind us, and I decided to forge ahead since I had her ear. I told her I was scared of and for her son. It seemed he desperately needed help and at this point I was unsure of how to participate in his life without causing more damage. I loved him dearly and only wanted the best for him. She thanked me for my honesty and ended the call. She has not reached out again.
February of this year and Greg is firmly in my rearview. Life is alright. My partner and I stayed together and are looking for our first house, talking about getting married. It has been nearly ten years since Greg used his terminal leave to come visit me. We haven’t spoken in two years. Randomly, I received the following:
“Hey, been thinking about you guys. I think I’ll be visiting [hometown] in [month] and was hoping we could get together. How have you been?”
I don’t know what made me respond, but I did.
“Hey. We’re alright, thanks. How are you? Where are you?”
“Moved to [place] last year. Trying to get my shit together.”
Then, many hours later and completely unprompted, he amended his earlier benign statement and sent this, verbatim. Thank God I had the foresight to immediately screenshot.
“Ya know I miiight be alright or actually content if I wasn’t getting assaulted by women who then later claim I assaulted them meanwhile I’ve literally never had any of my basic human rights or freedoms [shrug emoji] so yeah I mean if I don’t get to open carry an AK by April I will literally have no options but to eat the supreme court, Congress, president or any other rich lying asshole lawmakers who are very deliberately and clearly infringing on the ‘right to bear arms shall not be infringed’ part of things and I’ve literally never had “legal” access to purchase, possess, own, or carry a firearm in all my [years] of criminally clean, naturally US born life. Despite being a medically/dishonorably discharged [military member]. But no I still don’t get any freedoms/rights or protections under the laws. So obviously the laws are fake bullshit made by rich powerful assholes to control everyone.
Enemies foreign and domestic [shrug emoji] if they wouldn’t infringe on literally all of our rights/freedoms I would possibly have the option to try to be happy but because they’ve made existence illegal and removed the civilians protections of the first, second, third, and fifth amendments. I haven’t bothered digging as far into the rest yet, since well fucking christ it’s already pretty bad that the majority of people globally don’t have access to any “legal” protections to self defense but also that 49/50 states in the United States of America flat out blatantly infringe on the second amendment. I really just ain’t about slavery, and they’re enslaving the whole planet [shrug emoji] all I wanted to do was grow food rub boobs with my wife and raise a tooooooon of kids. But nah I don’t get to do nice things like watch the eclipse in April, cause I have to go die for everyone’s freedoms yaaaaaay thanks all y’all fucks for voting guns away and giving your liberties to the enslaving classist elites [thumbs up emoji]
How is that for ya? After all you’re one of the women who assaulted me, and then wrote [a piece of work I have done] about how I assaulted you. Glad to know that when I said multiple times “No” and or “No I don’t want that” that as a man I am not legally allowed to say no. Fine go ahead have your lying third wave feminist bullshit Y’all hoes wanna be disloyal and complain about karma biting you in the ass I don’t fucking care. I gave you a whole ass symphony and you I don’t know wasted all the money or something? I dunno and I don’t think I care anymore. I’m getting a rifle and anyone who tries to stop me is dinner. I’m done with all of your psychotic fucking tyrants and your evil enslaving bullshit. Y’all already stole half of my fucking life from me and then refused medical coverage or any basic rights even after I LITERALLY SERVED FOR EVERYONES FREEDOMS turns out I’m not apparently a US citizen or part of everyone. Since I have never had any of my basic human rights or freedoms. I didn’t choose Jihad, y’all enslaved everyone choosing to be enemies domestic
I don’t know how many other ways there are to say the same damn thing I’ve been bitching about since I was ten. But cool sure, the planet gets fucked by tyrants and somehow I’m the psycho for saying it’s literally in EVERYONE’S BENEFIT to PROTECT THE PLANET
I was hoping we were friends or whatever but apparently not oh well I guess Hope everyone enjoys hell [shrug emoji]
How’s that, is it frank enough for you? Did I make myself enough of a villain for you? Cause I just love being forced to martyr myself for a bunch of cucks who voted MY basic freedoms/liberties away for temporary false securities and controls aka enslavements.
Fuck it whatever no point in telling anybody this shit it’s been [years] and I just get called psycho for defending basic rights freedoms and liberties. Society wants to enslave itself be unfree and unable to adapt and survive. Whatever that’s y’all’s choice I don’t give a fuck. I’m exercising my basic human rights and anybody stops me gets ate at this point. Y’all asked for it, I keep warning everyone Galatians 5:15 you all wanted to rape me and lie on me and call me psycho coward and monster just for defending/protecting basic human rights. Cool [sunglasses emoji]”
My heart stopped. This was exactly my worst fear come to life. I was certain that he had just sent me his manifesto, and any minute I would get the headline about the mass shooting he was currently committing. My mind wildly conjured images of his murdered family in that house I had spent years in. I vomited. My partner found me, read the message, then called the police. The police contacted the FBI. I spent the evening on the phone with an agent and a detective, chain smoking and working my way through a bottle of TUMS while we traced this entire story back to the roots.
And that leads us exactly to now. So far as I know (and as far as my late-night anxiety googling of “his name + crime + arrests + area I think he’s in” will allow) he’s stayed quiet. Every day I live in fear that he will show up and murder us. I deleted any and all social media and blocked his number. I have guns hidden all around my house. There are no answers here, no moral of the story. Just mental illness and tragedy. Not a day goes by that I don’t play “what if”, lambasting myself for selfishly ignoring that small voice from within me that tried to say something wasn’t right. I should have done a better job protecting my best friend.

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Course Title: Exploring the Panorama of Poetry
Course Description: This course delves into the rich tapestry of poetic forms, guiding students through the exploration and creation of fifty distinct styles of poetry. From classic sonnets to innovative forms like golden shovel and palindrome poetry, students will gain a comprehensive understanding of poetic expression, learning the nuances of each style and honing their creative skills.
Week 1-2: Introduction to Poetry and Sonnets - Overview of poetry styles - In-depth study of sonnets - Writing Exercise: Crafting a sonnet on personal experiences
Week 3-4: Embracing Haiku and Villanelle - Understanding the elegance of haiku - Exploring the repetitive beauty of villanelles - Writing Exercise: Composing haikus inspired by nature
Week 5-6: Limericks and the Art of Humor - Decoding the humor in limericks - Crafting limericks with wit and wordplay - Writing Exercise: Creating humorous limericks on everyday topics
Week 7-8: Free Verse and Acrostic Poetry - Liberating creativity through free verse - Playing with words in acrostic poems - Writing Exercise: Expressing emotions through free verse
Week 9-10: Ghazal and Tanka Mastery - Unveiling the beauty of ghazals - Crafting tankas with precision - Writing Exercise: Creating a ghazal on themes of love and longing
Week 11-12: Cinquains and Pantoum Prowess - Perfecting the art of cinquains - Embracing the rhythmic challenges of pantoums - Writing Exercise: Developing a pantoum on personal growth
Week 13-14: Sestina and Rondeau Exploration - Mastering the intricacies of sestinas - Crafting rondeaus with musicality - Writing Exercise: Composing a sestina on the theme of time
Week 15-16: Triolets and Kyrielles - Understanding the charm of triolets - Embracing the structure of kyrielles - Writing Exercise: Crafting a triolet on the beauty of simplicity
Week 17-18: Ode to Joyful Ballads - Writing joyful odes - Crafting narrative ballads - Writing Exercise: Creating an ode celebrating personal achievements
Week 19-20: Epic Journeys and Blank Verse - Exploring epic storytelling - Mastering the art of blank verse - Writing Exercise: Composing a blank verse poem reflecting on personal reflections
Week 21-22: Petrarchan Musings and Terza Rima Mastery - Delving into Petrarchan sonnets - Crafting poems using terza rima - Writing Exercise: Writing a Petrarchan sonnet on conflicting emotions
Week 23-24: Renga Collaboration and Prose Poetry - Collaborative renga creation - Experimenting with prose poetry - Writing Exercise: Crafting a prose poem inspired by a vivid memory
Week 25-26: Concrete Poetry and Narrative Art - Creating visual impact with concrete poetry - Mastering the art of narrative poetry - Writing Exercise: Developing a narrative poem based on personal experiences
Week 27-28: Pastoral Elegies and Morning Aubades - Writing pastoral poetry - Crafting mournful elegies - Writing Exercise: Composing an aubade capturing the essence of dawn
Week 29-30: Ekphrastic Marvels and Found Poetry Adventures - Creating poetry inspired by art - Crafting poems through found materials - Writing Exercise: Developing an ekphrastic poem based on a chosen artwork
Week 31-32: Epigrams and Clerihew Laughter - Crafting witty epigrams - Writing humorous clerihews - Writing Exercise: Composing a clerihew about a contemporary figure
Week 33-34: Quatrains and Double Dactyl Delight - Mastering the art of quatrains - Crafting light-hearted double dactyls - Writing Exercise: Creating a quatrain reflecting on the beauty of simplicity
Week 35-36: Terzanelles and Haibun Adventures - Crafting terzanelles with precision - Exploring the combination of prose and haiku in haibun - Writing Exercise: Composing a haibun narrating a meaningful travel experience
Week 37-38: Golden Shovel Challenges and Villancico Celebrations - Creating poems using the golden shovel technique - Crafting festive villancicos - Writing Exercise: Developing a golden shovel poem using a line from a favorite poem
Week 39-40: Tercet Beauty and Sevenling Narratives - Embracing the charm of tercets - Crafting sevenlings with narrative flair - Writing Exercise: Composing a sevenling reflecting on a vivid childhood memory
Week 41-42: Palindrome Reflections and Parallelismus Membrorum Insights - Creating palindrome poetry - Crafting poems using parallelismus membrorum - Writing Exercise: Developing a palindrome poem exploring balance in life
Week 43-44: Rubaiyat Contemplations and Blues Poem Expressions - Exploring Persian poetry with rubaiyats - Crafting poems inspired by the blues - Writing Exercise: Composing a rubaiyat on themes of love or mortality
Week 45-46: Erasure Transformations and Anaphora Intensity - Crafting poetry through erasure - Mastering the use of anaphora - Writing Exercise: Creating an erasure poem using a page from a novel or newspaper
Week 47-48: Tetractys and Sijo Harmonies - Crafting tetractys with specific syllable counts - Exploring traditional Korean poetry with sijo - Writing Exercise: Developing a sijo capturing a moment of beauty or introspection
Week 49-50: Blitz Poem Exploration and Epitaph Conclusions - Crafting blitz poems with rapid expression - Writing poignant epitaphs - Final Project: Compose an original poem using a style of the student's choice, reflecting personal growth throughout the course.
Assessment: - Weekly writing exercises - Participation in collaborative projects - Midterm and final projects showcasing mastery of chosen styles
Materials: - Poetry anthologies - Artworks for ekphrastic exercises - Writing journals - Selected readings for each style
Prerequisites: None. Open to all students with an interest in poetry and creative expression.

1. Sonnet:
   A 14-line poem, traditionally written in iambic pentameter, with various rhyme schemes such as Shakespearean (ABABCDCDEFEFGG).
   
2. Haiku:
   

A three-line Japanese poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, typically capturing a moment in nature.

1. Free Verse:
   Poetry without a fixed rhyme or meter, allowing for greater freedom and natural flow of expression.
   
2. Villanelle
   

: A 19-line poem with a specific structure, containing five tercets followed by a concluding quatrain, using only two rhymes.

1. Acrostic:
   A poem where the first letter of each line, when read vertically, spells out a word or message.
   
2. Limerick
   

: A humorous five-line poem with a specific meter and rhyme scheme (AABBA).

1. Ghazal:

A form of poetry with rhyming couplets and a repeating refrain, often exploring themes of love and loss.

1. Tanka

: A Japanese form of poetry with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count structure, focusing on nature and emotions.

1. Sestina:
   A complex poem with six stanzas of six lines each, ending with a three-line envoi; the same six words end the lines in a shifting pattern.
   
2. Cinquain
   

: A five-line poem with a specific syllable count for each line (2-4-6-8-2), often used to capture a moment or emotion.

1. Rondeau:
   A 13-line poem with a rhyme scheme and repetition of specific words, often emphasizing themes of love.
   
2. Pantoum
   

: A form of poetry with repeating lines, where the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next.

1. Ode:

A lyrical poem expressing strong emotions or deep feelings, often addressed to a particular person or thing.

1. Elegy:
   A mournful poem, typically written in remembrance of someone who has passed away.
   
2. Ekphrastic
   

: A poem inspired by a work of art, often describing or reflecting on the visual piece.

1. Concrete Poetry:
   Poems where the arrangement of words on the page forms a visual representation of the subject.
   
2. Prose Poetry
   

: A hybrid of prose and poetry, characterized by its free-flowing structure and poetic language within prose form.

1. Epigram:

A short, witty, and often satirical poem or statement, typically with a clever or humorous ending.

1. Quatrain

: A four-line stanza or poem with various rhyme schemes, commonly used in ballads and hymns.

1. Epitaph

: A short poem or inscription on a tombstone in memory of the deceased.

I’m pretty sure I’m autistic from my mom’s side of the family. Whenever I’m with mom and any of her siblings it’s so obvious to me that they all seem to have a touch of the time. Based on humor, habits, patterns and the fact that the eldest of my mom’s siblings said she was dx with Asperger’s a long while ago.
Not my Dad? It seems really obvious to me that he has ADHD. I even brought it up to him after suspecting it in myself for a while and learning about the genetic component.
I’ve been very open about my thoughts and what I’ve learned about about both ADHD and autism with both of my parents (for context they are separated and have been my whole life which is perfectly fine: I just wanted to say they aren’t a couple and don’t really get along because they can’t understand each other).
Every time, I talk about autism my mom seems to listen and somewhat understand the struggle so mention even saying she can relate to some. When I talk about adhd I feel like she doesn’t say much of anything because she can’t understand it.
It’s the same with my dad, but the opposite. He can understand the adhd but almost denies in subtle ways that I could be autistic. Like he doesn’t believe me because he can’t understand it.
I clash with both of them at times and get along super well with both of them at times. I also get to hear ALLLL of the rants and complaints they have about each other and often try to defend them both because it almost feels like the things they dislike about each other are related to being autistic and having adhd. It’s kind of suffocating to see your internal struggles portrayed and clashing externally by your parents who should be the people I’m most comfortable confiding in besides my closest friends and partner.

It doesn't have to be advice per se, it can also be a song, a poem, a video, a book. . Context (for whoever wants to know): im having one of the worst moments of my life.
A month ago I decided to stop taking an antidepressant for OCD (with help of my psychiatrist) because I was in the best mindset of my life and because I've been in it for 13 years since being a minor and I wanted to know how I am without them. But things started to happen: I fought with my brother and dad (my family is very difficult) just when I was having the medication withdrawal symptoms even though I left it slowly (brain zaps, sleepiness, sadness, diarrhea, nausea), I was a mess and I couldn't go to my psychiatrist because she was having a very difficult health problem and my family wasnt being very supportive. Then in the middle of this my best friend of 12 years decided to end our relationship for reasons I don't quite understand and on top of that one of my dogs (I have 4) started having a very strange medical problem. My dogs are one of the pillars of my life, they mean the world to me. Long story short she died 2 weeks after, turns out she had the most fast and aggressive cancer and all the process was terrible. I stayed with her the whole time. She was 3. And I feel like they robbed her from me, I don't understand how such a beautiful and young being can end up like that, so quick. I'm heartbroken and I can't stop crying. It kills me to go back to my house and not seeing her, I've always envisioned me living at my own and bringing her with me. I don't know what to do because almost everything in my life is terrible and living is a torture. I luckily have my boyfriend who is being a rock to me in this dark times. And something I forgot to mention is that my work isn't paying me. I haven't been paid in all year because in my country things work like hell and because of the change in government and no one At work is helping me to resolve this as fast as possible so I'm depending on my parents and savings and running out of it. And this has had me on edge mentally. So A LOT of things. In trying to sleep with Tibetan healing music because nights and mornings are very difficult for me but also I cry on afternoons. This is all so recent and I don't want to go back to antidepressants. What I feel is valid and in not just my serotonin like my parents think. It would really help some advice because I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Seeking Submissions for Poetry Chapbook Prize
Deadline: December 31, 2023
The winner of The Headlight Review’s 2024 Poetry Chapbook Prize Contest will receive publication (a perfectly bound book with a full color or black/white cover), an award of $500, and 25 copies of the book. A list of finalists will be announced sixty days after the close of submissions. All manuscripts will be judged blindly. The finalists who make it through the first round will be judged by esteemed poet Valerie A. Smith.
2024 Press 53 Award for Short Fiction
Deadline: December 31, 2023
The 2024 Press 53 Award for Short Fiction will be awarded to an outstanding, unpublished collection of short stories. Reading Fee: $30. Award: $1,000 cash advance, publication, and 53 copies. To Enter: Submit online with Submittable or by mail from September 1–December 31, 2023. Press 53 short fiction editor Claire V. Foxx will serve as the only judge. Winner and finalists announced by May 1, 2024; advance review copies sent to major reviewers and outlets; publication in May 2025.
Complete details at www.Press53.com/award-for-short-fiction.
After Happy Hour Contest (Theme: Animals)
Deadline: February 15, 2024
For this year’s contest, we want submitters to go wild—or domesticated, or sentient, or whatever other form of beastly you’re feeling. Submissions should feature some kind of animal that is integral to the story. Note that this doesn’t need to be a real animal—it could be a cryptid, a hybrid, or a human-to-animal transformation. Each $10 contest entry covers 1 short story, creative nonfiction piece, or suite, or up to 3 individual poems or flash prose pieces. Winners receive publication and a cash prize determined as a percentage of total entry fees (full details are on our website).
The swamp pink Prizes in Fiction, Nonfiction, & Poetry
Deadline: January 31, 2024
Formerly known as the Crazyhorse Prizes, the swamp pink Prizes award $2,000 and publication to a story, essay, and poem. From January 1 to 31, submit a story or essay of up to 25 pages or a set of 1–3 poems via Submittable. Judges for each genre can be viewed on our website. The entry fee is $20; all entries will be considered for publication. swamppink.submittable.com/submit
2024 Bill Hickok Humor Award Deadline: February 28, 2024
I-70 Review announces the Bill Hickok Humor Award for a poem. The winner receives $1,000, and the poem will appear in I-70 Review 2024. Submit one to three poems with a $15 entry fee to i70review@gmail.com. Reading period: Jan 1 to Feb 28. No submissions before January 1. Submissions will be eligible for publication in I-70 Review. The judge is Alice Friman.
For more info visit i70review.fieldinfoserv.com.
The Orison Prizes in Poetry & Fiction
Deadline: April 4, 2024
The 2024 Orison Prizes in Poetry & Fiction offer $1,500 and publication by Orison Books for a full-length manuscript in each genre. Judges: Ellen Bass (poetry), Kaveh Akbar (fiction). Entry fee: $25. Entry period: December 1, 2023–April 1, 2024. For complete guidelines visit orisonbooks.com/submissions.
2024 Colorado Prize for Poetry
$2,500 honorarium and book publication: Submit book-length collection of poems to the 2024 Colorado Prize for Poetry by January 14, 2024 (we will observe a 5-day grace period). $25 reading fee (add $3 to submit online) includes subscription to Colorado Review. Final judge is Brenda Shaughnessy; friends and students (current or former) of the judge are not eligible to compete, nor are Colorado State University employees, students, or alumni. Complete guidelines at coloradoprize.colostate.edu or Colorado Prize for Poetry, Center for Literary Publishing, 9105 Campus Delivery, Colorado State University, Fort Collins, CO 80523-9105.
Burnside Review Press Contest
Manuscripts of 50-100 pages of poetry will be accepted until December 31, 2023. Arda Collins will judge. The winning book will be published by Burnside Review Press in 2025. The author will receive a $1,000 prize, plus ten copies of the book. A $25 entry fee must be paid at the time of submission. Contest entrants will receive one Burnside Review Press title. The editors may select an additional manuscript from the submission pool for publication.
Visit www.burnsidereview.org for complete guidelines.
2024 William Saroyan International Prize for Writing
Deadline: January 31, 2024
Submissions are now being accepted for the 11th Saroyan Prize. The awards, co-sponsored by Stanford Libraries and the William Saroyan Foundation, are intended to encourage new or emerging writers and honor the Saroyan legacy of originality, vitality, and stylistic innovation. Two prizes of $5,000 each are given for works of fiction and nonfiction. Writers who have published four books or more are ineligible. Submit five copies of your work published between January 1, 2022, and December 31, 2023, with a $50 entry fee by January 31, 2024. Visit our website for complete eligibility and submission details: saroyanprize.sites.stanford.edu.
Interim Poetics: The Test Site Poetry Prize Deadline: December 15, 2023
Interim will choose two winning books for the series—one title publicized as the winner of The Test Site Poetry Series and the other as the Betsy Joiner Flanagan Award in Poetry. Both winners will receive a $1,000 award and their books will be published by the University of Nevada Press. Submit by December 15, 2023. www.interimpoetics.org/test-site-poetry-series
Driftwood Press In-House Contests + Additional Submission Opportunities
Deadline: January 15, 2024 (In-House Contests)
Driftwood Press is happy to share a plethora of submission opportunities for writers and artists! Our In-House Short Fiction & Poem Contests, in which every work submitted is considered for publication as winner or runner-up, is ending soon! For our yearly print anthology, we are looking for poems, short stories, comics, and visual art that will wow our readers with innovative language and strong craft. We are a paying market, and our published writers also get to take part in bespoke interviews about their work! Driftwood is also on the hunt for amazing book-length titles to grow our catalogue, so if you have a novella, poetry collection, comic collection, or graphic novel manuscript, we would love to read it! Visit us here for our Submittable page, and we encourage you to follow us on social media (@driftwoodpress) to learn about even more submission opportunities!
The Twin Bill’s Second Annual Baseball Lit Contest
Deadline: December 30, 2023
The Twin Bill, a baseball literary journal, is open for submissions for their annual contest for best baseball fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry. The winner in each category will receive $100 and an engraved baseball trophy. The runners-up will receive $50 and will be published in our January 31 issue. Each piece will be professionally illustrated. Contest submissions are $10 and will be considered for both the contest and the Opening Day issue. thetwinbill.com/submissions/

My dad watched this movie as a teenager in the 1970s. I’m 31, my dad is 65. He has literally been quoting this movie my ENTIRE LIFE to me and all of my siblings. He thought it was disgusting but also kind of funny in a “dark humor” type of way. He has only seen the movie once, all those years ago. His favorite line from the movie was (as the alcoholic father yells at his son) “Fetch me my bottle, Bo! I need something to clear my mind!!” (The son’s name was Bo). Also at another point in the movie the dad tells his pregnant daughter “I’m not gonna stick a bloated bitch like you” (they had an incestuous relationship). It was an insanely fucked up movie especially for the 70s. My dad would have been around 16 when he watched it at a drive-in theatre. He said it was so disturbing that it stuck with him. Please help me find it lol I’ve been dying to watch it my whole life I need to know the name of this movie, it would blow my dad’s mind if I could somehow find it

My dad watched this movie as a teenager in the 1970s. I’m 31, my dad is 65. He has literally been quoting this movie my ENTIRE LIFE to me and all of my siblings. He thought it was disgusting but also kind of funny in a “dark humor” type of way. He has only seen the movie once, all those years ago. His favorite line from the movie was (as the alcoholic father yells at his son) “Fetch me my bottle, Bo! I need something to clear my mind!!” Also at another point in the movie the dad tells his pregnant daughter “I’m not gonna stick a bloated bitch like you” (they had an incestuous relationship). It was an insanely fucked up movie especially for the 70s. My dad would have been around 16 when he watched it at a drive-in theatre. He said it was so disturbing that it stuck with him. Please help me find it lol I’ve been dying to watch it my whole life I need to know the name of this movie, it would blow my dad’s mind if I could somehow find it

Hello! In advance I apologize for any grammar mistakes. I just need someone to talk to.
23F I just broke off my engagement to my fiancée 33M. We have been together for 6 years . Outside of all adult responsibilities . This man was my “Best friend”. Same music taste, Similar Interests. Same humor. Loves to travel, never had to force a conversation. etc just naming a few. From the start of our relationship I met him 3 weeks fresh our of high school. He was in a very tough spot. My Fiancée at the time didn’t have a car so 4 months into the relationship and I spent all my graduation money + savings on surprising him with a new car. Within that same year he cheated. (I forgave him but made him delete all social media and I do check his phone regularly.) Through out the first two years of our relationship I got his credit fixed, his debt paid off and got him on a straight path including getting his record straightened out( by this time I’m 19 going on 20) I thought that would absolutely show him how dedicated I was to him and our future. Show him How he didn’t have to struggle alone. Yes I was a young teenager but Ive been working since I was 15. I had my own money why not help someone in need?? Fast forward multiple years of this relationship. I handle all house hold responsibilities along with both of our taxes, Bills and car maintenance etc all adult responsibilities you can think of I handle. He would tell me how appreciative he was and how he couldn’t imagine life without me etc. I felt like he valued me . Through this relationship he’s cheated 3 times. I forgave him everytime. ( now looking back I believed I wouldn’t have ever found better so I took him back so I wouldn’t mess up my chance at finally having a husband). (Over these last 2 years i’m just now getting my confidence and realizing I am actually k good looking I think). I showed up alot for this man and made alot of serious life sacrifices to help him. he’s never showed up for me without me having to beg multiple times . Last week I simply asked him “Why do you never get my flowers or write me back love letters?” He knows how much I love the idea and thought of love letters. He loves it too. I wake up early every morning before he goes to work. I pack his lunch box and write a love letter EVERY morning. (not exaggerating) he has duffle bag he keeps filled with all my love notes to him.
His response to my Question: I know you’ve asked me for them before but to be honest i’m just not there in our relationship yet to be getting you flowers”
Me: “What do you mean you aren’t there yet??”
His response: “You want all these extravagant things but I’m not there yet emotionally to give that to you. You need to be patient with me, You’ll get that from me down the line”
That hurt me a lot. So I asked him how could he say that after all the stuff Ive bring to the table? All the things I do to make sure his life is easier for solely just him. I don’t deserve flowers from you yet??
He just responded saying how it may not be fair to me but that’s just where he is at. I asked him how can you say you aren’t emontionally there to get me flowers but you made the decision to purpose to me in front of your whole family. (Literally just his whole family, when I asked where was mine he said he totally forgot to think about any of them… He didn’t even ask my dad for his blessings)…. Selfish!
His response:” Because I love you so much. I have no doubt you’d be an amazing wife, my mom loves you, my family adores you. I know if I have kids with you our kids will be loved and raised right. You’re always there for me so I know you’ll always be there for my family and our future kids. You act like such a great wife already. “
In that moment I told him I couldn’t do it anymore and that I was done. He was so confused. He asked why. And how he can change and If I really wanted flowers that bad to just “text me on the days you want them and I’ll go pick it up it’s that easy” “You want to leave me over Flowers?”.
I want the love I give to be reciprocated. I want to have peace of mind knowing if something goes wrong in life I have my future husband to fall back on or even simply just call. I want to be given flowers without asking. I want love letters. I want date nights. I want to be a more feminine woman and not be the one taking both of our cars to mechanics for Oil changes, alignments, Tune Ups etc. I want all the years love and sacrifice I put into this relationship to have meant something. I feel used I feel like I was completely used and taken for granted. I thought being with an Older man would come with stability and a man that can lead and teach me, someone I can learn from. That was the sole reason I stayed I thought once I was able to get him out of his rut he would be able to be the man he talked so much about being but 6 years later. He hasn’t progressed at all. He looks to me the person 10 years younger than him to get things done with shame or any inkling in his body to help make anything easier for me. I can’t do this anymore, I’m not happy .I want to live life like a 23 year old should. I’ve never been to the club. I’ve never had a girls night. I’ve never even sat at the bar before. I never lived solely just for myself. I never done alot of the normal things a regular early women in her 20’s would have experienced. I sacrificed alot for him and it all was for nothing. I’m so hurt and angry. It’s been 3 weeks no contact. But just yesterday a friend of mine sent me a video of him spotted with his best friends blowing money (that he owes me) at a strip club. I’m trying to just let go and let God but I’m so angry. I robbed myself out of so much young experiences I should’ve had by now.
How do I force myself to Unlove someone I genuinely cared about so much?
TL;DR: Asked Fiancé of 6 year for Flowers and a Love letter . Got denied. Told me he’s not emotionally “there yet” to get me flowers… but was able to purpose to me??

Hello! In advance I apologize for any grammar mistakes. I just need someone to talk to.
23F I just broke off my engagement to my fiancée 33M. We have been together for 6 years . Outside of all adult responsibilities . This man was my “Best friend”. Same music taste, Similar Interests. Same humor. Loves to travel, never had to force a conversation. etc just naming a few. From the start of our relationship I met him 3 weeks fresh our of high school. He was in a very tough spot. My Fiancée at the time didn’t have a car so 4 months into the relationship and I spent all my graduation money + savings on surprising him with a new car. Within that same year he cheated. (I forgave him but made him delete all social media and I do check his phone regularly.) Through out the first two years of our relationship I got his credit fixed, his debt paid off and got him on a straight path including getting his record straightened out( by this time I’m 19 going on 20) I thought that would absolutely show him how dedicated I was to him and our future. Show him How he didn’t have to struggle alone. Yes I was a young teenager but Ive been working since I was 15. I had my own money why not help someone in need?? Fast forward multiple years of this relationship. I handle all house hold responsibilities along with both of our taxes, Bills and car maintenance etc all adult responsibilities you can think of I handle. He would tell me how appreciative he was and how he couldn’t imagine life without me etc. I felt like he valued me . Through this relationship he’s cheated 3 times. I forgave him everytime. ( now looking back I believed I wouldn’t have ever found better so I took him back so I wouldn’t mess up my chance at finally having a husband). (Over these last 2 years i’m just now getting my confidence and realizing I am actually k good looking I think). I showed up alot for this man and made alot of serious life sacrifices to help him. he’s never showed up for me without me having to beg multiple times . Last week I simply asked him “Why do you never get my flowers or write me back love letters?” He knows how much I love the idea and thought of love letters. He loves it too. I wake up early every morning before he goes to work. I pack his lunch box and write a love letter EVERY morning. (not exaggerating) he has duffle bag he keeps filled with all my love notes to him.
His response to my Question: I know you’ve asked me for them before but to be honest i’m just not there in our relationship yet to be getting you flowers”
Me: “What do you mean you aren’t there yet??”
His response: “You want all these extravagant things but I’m not there yet emotionally to give that to you. You need to be patient with me, You’ll get that from me down the line”
That hurt me a lot. So I asked him how could he say that after all the stuff Ive bring to the table? All the things I do to make sure his life is easier for solely just him. I don’t deserve flowers from you yet??
He just responded saying how it may not be fair to me but that’s just where he is at. I asked him how can you say you aren’t emontionally there to get me flowers but you made the decision to purpose to me in front of your whole family. (Literally just his whole family, when I asked where was mine he said he totally forgot to think about any of them… He didn’t even ask my dad for his blessings)…. Selfish!
His response:” Because I love you so much. I have no doubt you’d be an amazing wife, my mom loves you, my family adores you. I know if I have kids with you our kids will be loved and raised right. You’re always there for me so I know you’ll always be there for my family and our future kids. You act like such a great wife already. “
In that moment I told him I couldn’t do it anymore and that I was done. He was so confused. He asked why. And how he can change and If I really wanted flowers that bad to just “text me on the days you want them and I’ll go pick it up it’s that easy” “You want to leave me over Flowers?”.
I want the love I give to be reciprocated. I want to have peace of mind knowing if something goes wrong in life I have my future husband to fall back on or even simply just call. I want to be given flowers without asking. I want love letters. I want date nights. I want to be a more feminine woman and not be the one taking both of our cars to mechanics for Oil changes, alignments, Tune Ups etc. I want all the years love and sacrifice I put into this relationship to have meant something. I feel used I feel like I was completely used and taken for granted. I thought being with an Older man would come with stability and a man that can lead and teach me, someone I can learn from. That was the sole reason I stayed I thought once I was able to get him out of his rut he would be able to be the man he talked so much about being but 6 years later. He hasn’t progressed at all. He looks to me the person 10 years younger than him to get things done with shame or any inkling in his body to help make anything easier for me. I can’t do this anymore, I’m not happy .I want to live life like a 23 year old should. I’ve never been to the club. I’ve never had a girls night. I’ve never even sat at the bar before. I never lived solely just for myself. I never done alot of the normal things a regular early women in her 20’s would have experienced. I sacrificed alot for him and it all was for nothing. I’m so hurt and angry. It’s been 3 weeks no contact. But just yesterday a friend of mine sent me a video of him spotted with his best friends blowing money (that he owes me) at a strip club. I’m trying to just let go and let God but I’m so angry. I robbed myself out of so much young experiences I should’ve had by now.
How do I force myself to Unlove someone I genuinely cared about so much?
TL;DR: Asked Fiancé of 6 year for Flowers and a Love letter . Got denied. Told me he’s not emotionally “there yet” to get me flowers… but was able to purpose to me??

(46f here) My (20m) son told me last week that he is gay. He came to me shaking and sobbing and was hesitant to tell me, but I am so glad he did. He said he thought I'd be mad because I wanted grandchildren and he thought I wouldn't love him any more. A. I have NO IDEA why he would think that I wouldn't love him any more. I raised 4 boys (he is my youngest) and I have been a single parent for most of their lives (their Dad was abusive so I divorced him when they were little and he basically decided he didn't want to be a father) and I have ALWAYS told my kids that they can come to me about anything and that our home is a safe space. I have a close relationship with my boys. And B., I already have Grandchildren, I also explained to him that being gay does not mean he cannot have children.
I am asking for some advice. I have a couple of friends in the LGBT community, but other than that, I am new to this as a parent. Let me preface this by saying that my son is not "neuro- typical." Without getting into his medical history, he has some fairly significant cognitive/neurological disabilities. He is very social but his disability is similar to someone with a TBI. He speaks very slowly and had a slight speech impediment. He was in a classroom with other neurologically disabled kids when he was in school. He most likely will always live with me. He has no friends. He's a good looking guy, he has a good sense of humor and he is very hygienic. He's very thoughtful and is fun to be around. Most people his age just don't want to be friends with him. It hurts me. I know he is very lonely. I tried asking him some questions to get a better understanding as he has always seemed interested in girls. He made a comment that he likes guys because "girls are mean to him." That didn't sit right with me. Although he is almost 21, he is more like a 12 year old in a lot of ways (neurologically speaking) so I explained that being gay is being sexually attracted to men, and he said that he was. All I want is for him to feel safe and to be happy. He seems to form these "relationships" with people online (xbox, social media, etc.) which is very concerning to me. He doesn't understand the dangers of meeting people online, and when I raise concerns about red flags I notice, he gets upset with me. Are there any resources that can help me as a parent, and also for him- he really needs to meet people and form friendships with people face to face, and I really want him to find people that will accept him. I worry about depression and his mental health. We've in a small town and I have a couple of friends in the LGBT community but I'm not sure if it's rude or wrong to ask them for advice. I was raised by a very devout Christian mother, so this is a topic that was definitely shied away from in our house. Thankfully I do not share my mother's beliefs and I want my son to know he is loved and supported. I am also trying to educate myself in the process. How can I help my son navigate this? How can I help him meet people, form friendships, etc.? Are there any safe online spaces? Are there any groups or activities he can get into locally?

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Do you go to bed every night wishing there was someone you could talk to for hours, who would actually listen, comfort you, make you laugh through the good and the bad days of your life. Someone whose one look, one hug, whose one kiss and every word they say holds so much power enough to make every little problem in the world feel easy to face, every pain in your life doesn't feel difficult to bear any more, your tears don't feel heavy anymore because these hands will always have someone to hold them, these eyes will always have someone to look at, this body will have someone to embrace and find comfort and relief in, someone who shall always walk by your side holding your hand always no matter what. Do you feel the need and desire for such a person? Someone who will love you so much, someone who will feel like you are a part of their soul and can't live without?
I want to be that someone for somebody who wants to be that somebody for me.
You know for years, I have waited for that one person all my life, someone I would strongly need and desire passionately and see her strongly desire me the same way, someone for whose happiness I could fight the whole world for, someone who fills my world with so much light that I don't wanna let go ever, someone I don't wanna lose ever, someone I can someday grow old with, have babies with and someone I can call family, someone I can't live without. All my life, every night, every pain, every lonely night of my life I went through I told myself it shall all be worth it when I shall finally meet that person.
Such kind of love is all what I'm looking for...and I know you are too....
Therefore please don't let this post be obliviated dear readers, I really need to find my person and I hope she is reading this or gets to read this.
Here are somethings about me:

• My name is Faraz. I'm a 25 year old first year MBA student living in Massachussets. I don't mind where you're from because I believe as long as we feel a strong attraction to each other even a long distance relationship will be worth it till be meet someday.
  
• I'm a Muslim but your faith does not matter much to me because I'm an open minded person and believe religion is one's own personal connection to god whether or not they choose to have it or follow it the way that appeals them.
  
• I'm of Indian and Arab origin through my family and grew up in Saudi Arabia and India.
  
• I love Cooking, watching Movies, Shows, Football, Wrestling etc, Writing my own Original, poems, Stories and Songs to express my feelings etc.
  
• I workout everyday.
  

One weird fact about me?

• To this day whenever I feel so bored or so deep into my feelings, I sing my own songs no matter where I am lol even if I have to mumble 😂. Good way to pass time isn't it? Because my songs help me picturize a whole movie in my mind that I can watch in my mind. That way I always remain entertained.

Yeah spending most of your life all alone until now isn't easy. You need to find different ways to keep yourself entertained lol.

• I love humor. Humor even if laughing at your own jokes is a beautiful thing. I believe we should always find reasons to smile and laugh because our hearts are too fragile to hold up so much of pain in them, life doesn't always have to be top serious. Fate and life will always try to bend time and make living worse for you but you fight back with love and laughter finding it in little things despite your loneliness and you survive beating life at it's worst. That is life. Where it is you versus all the things that make you sad where you fight back and do the things you love.

I guess that's a lot of words for this post right? Lol.
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