Bimql chhetry.

My mom had me two weeks after turning 15, in the spring of 99’, at home in quiet shame. Growing up, I had it drilled into me that my mom was the problem. I mean what kind of irresponsible sl\*t gets pregnant at 15, right? I hated her for it when I was a kid, she stole my childhood too after all. She never knew how to be a mom. She decided to keep having kids and never stopped to actually become the mom we needed. It was easy for resentment to build. It wasn’t until I grew up and became a mom myself before it fully clicked for me. The same people that would tell me what a failure my mom was, were the same people that failed her. It’s hard to admit something like that, so they don’t. Instead they project, yes I’m sure my mother was a difficult child but also my grandparents made many bad decisions too! My grandmother used me as a lesson. She just hoped I’d be exhausting enough that my mom wouldn’t do it again. It worked for a while. My sister was born when I was 4. We joke that she’...

So when i was around 9-ish years old, me and my best friend decided it would be a good idea to try and create life. We took a bowl (wich "mysteriously" dissappeared after), and put a bunch of weird shit in it. Honestly, i have long since forgotten everything we put in there, but i remember it included wet packing peanuts and gravel. After mixing all the "ingredients" together, i remarked that it needed ***blood***. I didn't mean like actual blood, but my friend didn't understand that and preceeded to add a drop of **his blood** from a would he had gotten from falling. When my friend eventually had to go home, his dad asked what we did, and he told him: "We created life and we used my actual blood!" And the dad was like "Haha! What a vivid imagination you kids have!" Anyways, 9 year old me actually believed this may create life, so i left this bowl of filth on my windowsill for **weeks**, until it started to grow a tick layer of mold, pro...

My dad was a man of silence. After Mom died, he became a ghost in his own house. He didn’t cry; he just stopped talking. The only thing he did consistently was drive. Every Sunday, he’d get in his old sedan and disappear for four hours. He passed away last month. While clearing out his car, I turned on the old, suction-cupped GPS. There was only one "Recent Destination" saved: *1422 Sycamore Lane.* It wasn't Mom’s grave. It wasn't his childhood home. I’d never heard the address in my life. Driven by a mix of grief and curiosity, I followed the route. It took me two towns over to a small, nondescript park. I sat in my car for a while, wondering if he just liked the trees. Then, I saw an elderly woman walk to a specific bench near a duck pond. She sat down, opened a thermos, and set two cups out. She waited. She kept looking at the parking lot, her face falling a little further every time a car turned around and left. I got out. As I approached, she looked at me, and h...

A month ago I got fired from an executive leadership position. And honestly, it may have been the healthiest thing that’s happened to me in years. At the time, naturally, I thought my life was over. Because that’s what we do. We catastrophize professionally. You spend enough time answering urgent calls on your phone and responding to emails at 11:14 PM and eventually your brain convinces you that if you stop moving for even a moment, civilization collapses. Meanwhile civilization continues completely unaffected while you stand in your kitchen eating shredded cheese directly out of the bag at midnight. Executive leadership is an amazing scam when you think about it. People give you a title, endless responsibility, and access to meetings that should have been emails, and in return your body slowly converts itself into acid reflux. I had headaches constantly. I slept terribly. My eye twitched for like eight consecutive months. Every phone notification felt like death from a thousand cuts...

So I recently started posting and I started getting lots of messages asking for pictures in return for money... i ignored these messages but a few days ago a guy offered me 150 dollars upfront in exchange for just some normal pictures of mine... 150 dollars is a good amount of money to me and i didn't think of it as something wrong so I decided to do it... few minutes after I sent him the pictures, he asked for more in exchange for 50 dollars again... i did it again... then he asked me to remove my tshirt and send him a picture and he told me he'd pay me 150 dollars for it... 150 dollars is a lot of money for me and I couldn't think clearly about what I was doing and I decided to do it... he sent me the money through telegram and I sent him the picture... soon after I did it, i wanted to make more money cuz I had lots of money related problems while growing up and I wanted to make money on my own. So I did the same thing with 2 more people for lesser money... I'm not h...

Not long ago. I had a first date with someone I met on a dating app. Texting was fine before the meet. Not great but normal enough that I thought it would be okay in person. We met at a coffee shop and the first few minutes were fine. Basic introductions, small talk, nothing unusual. But then something weird started happening. Every time one of us said something, it just died there. Like I would ask a question, she would answer. Then silence. She would ask something, I would answer. Then silence again. No natural flow, no follow up, no “building” on anything. Just question, answer, pause. We both just kinda laughed awkwardly at one point cause we obviously noticed it. We tried to get it going but it felt like we were forcing every sentence Total 30-40 minutes but felt much longer. Nothing bad happened, no argument, no weird moment. Just two people who couldn’t find anything to connect on. We both said it was nice meeting each other and left. And that was all. It was not the worst date...