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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...

We were having a rough patch, but I never could’ve imagined in a million years that it would end like this. I remember when I used to look at her and see love looking back. True, unbridled love that kept me comfortable and secure. All I can say is I wish that she would’ve changed sooner. I wish that she didn’t wait until we had spent 20 years of our life together. Because now, I feel hopeless. I’m 52 years old. There’s no turning back the clocks. There’s no hoping she falls back in love with me. She hates what age has done to me. She hates that I’m losing my hair. She hates the way my face is starting to sag. And because she has learned to hate my appearance, it’s made it harder for her to look past my personality flaws. My irritability. My lack of energy. My lack of libido. I’d lost my ability to “woo” her more and more with each passing year. When her shoulder grew cold, all I could blame was myself. When our conversations became dry, all I could do was blame myself. And when she st...

When I was 21 I entered into an abusive relationship. It only lasted about 6 months before I walked away (picture the building exploding behind me as I decided to cut ties). However, he stalked me for about 6 more months- spreading lies and attempting to ruin my life behind the scenes by isolating my friends and family from me. He abused me physically, emotionally, mentally- all the ways. He had Münchausen Syndrome. He lied about multiple diagnoses, including cancer. I cleaned up his bodily fluids of all kinds after he puked, peed, pooped- claiming these were side effects of his treatments. He was faking it. I took him to fake doctor’s appointments where he would just walk to different areas of the building, leaving me in the waiting room. After 6 months of hell, he lured me to his car to talk, then locked the doors and drove off, effectively kidnapping me. He raped me for 24 hours off and on in his apartment, taking my phone away so I couldn’t contact anyone. Yes, I was naive and stu...

So, I want to first start off by saying I am from Texas, not California, which makes this story even crazier to me. A while back I was addicted to like hardcore substances that basically destroyed my life and my body and I was waking up in jail not knowing why I was there, overdosing in my car alone multiple times, like it was bad. So I decided one night that I had enough of my addiction and called a few rehabs to go to. A few of the rehabs in my direct city denied me because I went previously and walked out against medical advice just to go back to my addictions. But one rehab offered me a free plane ride to California as long as I stayed and got sober they would also pay for my plane ride back to Texas. Knowing my situation, this immediately felt like a better idea than to find a rehab in my own city because I knew if I went to one in my own city I would most likely just walk out again and go back to the same lifestyle, but if I went to a whole different state I would have no choice...

I’m in angst. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. Everything just feels so surreal right now. My wife and I have been together for the last 35 years. We married young and had our daughter around 10 years later. I still remember the day she had to be taken to the hospital. I was at work when her water broke, but instead of calling and demanding I get there as soon as possible, she told me that it was best I wait and that she was doing completely fine. I told her she was crazy if she thought I wasn’t gonna be there for the birth of my child, but she started screaming at me to stay where I was. I just chalked it up to birth hormones. I finished out the day, and as soon as I clocked out, I was flying to the hospital. It was a venture that proved fruitless, as when I arrived, my wife was nowhere to be found. And in the chaos of the busy hospital, my panic grew more and more until my pager started beeping. It was my wife’s number, and in a confused hurry, I found the nearest phon...