Thank you, it means a lot to me these days :)

I made crock pot shredded chicken the other week, I used a wisk to thicken the sauce before adding it back in.

I said, fuck it, and used the wisk to shred the chicken right in the crock pot. It worked out beautifully. I was shocked. Usually use forks.

I don’t care for mushrooms most times, but these look so good I’d eat them in a second.

Gorgeous

I’ve gone paper towel free in my house. Every need for a paper towel has been replaced in my home care, except for this one purpose.

I use a coffee filter.

I am terrified for my children’s futures, for the children who aren’t mine, just the same.

“Glad I won’t be there” how selfish.

Truly, that’s my goal too! I am quite haphazard in my approach, it’s wonderful when things work. Oregano loves my yard, and I’m happy to have it.

I remember an old timer buddy of mine had problems with cilantro just, poping up everywhere in his garden, no matter what he did.

I want these kinds of problems! lol pumkin in the grass? I let it grow, why not?

The tomatoes don’t have blight yet which is really rare

Oh speak the truth! Mine aren’t so bad with blight this year either, it’s been my best year for them yet, usually they’re a mess by now though.

Volunteer pumpkins are the best! I love any plant that volunteers. My best plant in the yard are always volunteers.

Sounds like you know what you’re doing, I just try new things each year, I enjoy the learning process. It seems you’ve gotten a lot from you garden though! Must be doing something right

Your garden must be beautiful, I admire how often your food contains fresh produce from it.

Exactly

This is me exactly. I just finished typing a comment as to why I was black sheeped in my family.

One thousand percent it was because I was and always will be, a truth teller.

It terrified my shit bag family.

I told on my stepfather for raping my sister for five years, when she finally told me what was happening, he was in jail within 24 hours. I was 16, she was 15, brother, 14. He was an abusive fuck to all of us, but he groomed my little sister. I saved her she said. We were then put into foster care.

Homeless, many times from 18 through my 20s. My maternal grandmother had a five bedroom house with only her and her husband living there. Retired, wealthy.

I never understood why she wouldnt take me in, or any of us for that matter. I had wanted a good relationship with this grandmother, I thought she was the most sane. But, I didn’t know at the time who she really was.

She saw me as a bad person, because I aired the truth of my stepfather. Her husband, I found out in the early years of my adulthood, raped all his three daughters, and my grandmother, instead of adressing it and leaving him, protected him, and in turn was mean/abusive to these daughters of hers, my aunts and mother.

Ten years pass, my sister is on a visit with them. I don’t speak with my mother or that side anymore. My sister texts me that my granmother misses and loves me while on her trip. I spoke a little shit, reminding her if she loved me she wouldn’t have left me or any of us on the street, how she’s very superficial. My grandmother was always more interested in what the community would think of her, if she lived the same lifestyle as them, keeping up with the jones’ type shit, than with actually protecting and loving her own family.

Cue my sister saying, “you were always trouble for grandma, you’re always so dramatic”. I’ve heard these words from my mother too.

I never took anything from my grandmother, she never helped me in hard times, nor celebrated me in the good.

I was trouble to my grandmother because I spoke the truth about my stepfather, to save my sister, and she’s was afraid, I would tear into her dirty closet. Took some years for me to work it out. That’s why my grandmother didn’t trust me. The irony of my sister taking my grandmothers side blew my mind.

I’ve a loving family now, so much love, and I’m glad to be the new matriarch, though I do hope my son chooses not to have children. Either way, I protect my family. In ways they never did, love, in ways they never did,

I’d rather be the black sheep than deal with lying idiots. When I heard through the grapevine my grandfather died of prostate cancer, I had a good chuckle.

Isn’t the weird part, “and the next two in line of succession?”

I just finished rewatching “The Good Place” and can’t help but to think the Good Place Committee were written in a way to make fun of democrats.

It’s a pretty spot on representation.

I had a coworker in manufacturing, who was just about 60, he worked so freaking hard, and basically was a god at running the machine. On top of running the machine to get good product, we had to pack the product, lifting anywhere from 1500-3500 pounds of material a shift each. He’d been doing it for 30 years.

He stopped taking lunch break at some point because he was afraid if he sat down, he wouldn’t be able to get back up. Shit fucked his back.

You’re doing great fauxpseudo, I love seeing your posts.

The only man irl I’ve met who didn’t wash his ass because he thought it was gay … I found out was raped as a child.

The joke isn’t funny anymore. The number of men I’ve met who were raped as children by other men, is a lot higher than I think people realize. It’s traumatizing and there isn’t support.

Oh wow this looks really good!

My first Civ game was civilization revolution (xbox 360) back in the day and I loved it, though it didnt get addicted to it.

I bought Civ 6 with all the dlc’s last year on a steam sale for like, 7 bucks. I got 200 hours in… three months?

I played non stop for a good few months all I know. Haven’t touched it in a bit, but I love the civ games

No we aren’t as destructible as we think we are, are we? Ha.

I love that you have a fulfilling family today, it makes me smile knowing that it all came together for you

I’ve also found it very hard to relate to people my age because they usually have some sort of relationship with their family

Wow this hit home.

I remember in my early to mid 20s really really struggling with this too. It’s still tough today, albeit a bit easier to deal with, but it was such a stuggle especially in the young adult years. I wouldn’t even date a potential partner if they had good parents, because I felt some ways about it. I remember working retail, and basically having a fit inside one day because I over heard a teenage gril fighting with her mom about her mom buying her stuff. I never once went clothing shopping with my mom, or another woman and the girl was being so ungrateful. I pretty certain I cried in the bathroom for a time that day.

I don’t miss feeling that deep pain. Healing is such a good feeling. Therapy helps me a lot too. I still go on a regular basis to cope with stuff. Im glad you’ve that resource too <3

I love the happy ending. I hadn’t planned to have kids, but when I had my son it certainly grounded me in a way that having a child didn’t ground my own parents. I felt such urgency to make a good family/life for him.

I moved a lot too, which made it really hard to make and keep friends. I’ve never had a “group” for long growing up. Switching schools/homes/gaurdians so often really makes life hard.

It’s tough as a young person who doesn’t trust any adults, to get support from said adults. Im really glad to hear things turned out okay in the end for you!