I (F40m) reached out to someone on Reddit who had offered to guide me in getting started earning money with something I’m already doing as a hobby. He (M44m) told me what platforms to use, and all the boring beginners’ details. I was excited to get started. We shared some of our creations with each other. He had spent a lot more time in this field than I had, but it seemed I had more variety in my experience. I gathered inspiration, courage, and motivation from this stranger and really dug in to the idea of turning this hobby into cash flow. We uncannily had much in common. The more he shared, the more my mind expanded. The ideas, the possibilities. We complimented one another in a way that typically comes from years of knowing someone’s mind, after mere hours. I have no idea how long we texted back and forth the second day, but the overtones in the conversation went from sunny to shadowy and that’s when my mind was blown. These conversations got so deep and so heavy. The idea that th...
Hello, everyone. My grandson told me I should post my story online. Apparently, being 67 years old is some kind of "meme" these days. I don't really understand what that means, but here I am. I was born on March 8, 1959, in Nebraska, into a simple farming family. My mother left my father, my younger sister, and me when I was only four years old. For years, I didn't understand why. I loved her and believed she was simply away at work. One night, when I was a little over eight years old, my father came home drunk and angry. I don't remember why I chose that moment to ask, but I looked at him and said, "Dad, when is Mom coming back?" He stared at me for a long moment before shouting words I will never forget. "Your mother left us. She chose another life." Then he broke down crying, hugged me, and told me things no child should ever hear. That night changed me. As the years passed, I became angry. I fought other kids for no reason. I got into tr...