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Oh are we already starting with the “democrats are just as bad, so dont vote in protest” memes again?

Get the fuck out of here. This bullshit is why our country is what it is right now. Millions of people who voted Dem chose to not vote, and millions more repuplican voter did vote because of the election fraud bs pushing them to ‘outvote’ the dems.

You wanna have a discussion about the problems with both sides? Save it for after the fascists are out of our streets, and back in the rat holes they belong in.

Ive always put the lid down along with the seat. I believe its more sanitary and has the added benefit of women not falling fully in the bowl like when the seats up. Ive done this for about 15 years.

A few years after I started doing this, I was spending the night at my friend’s house. I had to get up early to go to work, so I was first up. My friends mother got up next apparently. I was bombarded with texts and such, her mom was angry because she got up and went to the bathroom and just went for it after she sat down. Queue giant liquid waste mess to clean and an angry start to her day.

All these years later, I still think its one of the funniest things I’ve ever been part of in real life.

Me saying Alec Baldwin was responsible for what he did, and should’ve faced consequences for it. Downvotes aplenty, but I stand by my belief

She moved to the UK ( from usa) so yeah, but not sure if she’s pursued mental health treatment. Therapy was shunned obv in my family, but it’s helped me so much. Hopefully she did the same

Unfortunately no, my dad committed self delete when I was 4 years old. I remember my mom being absolutely fantastic until I was about 9 or 10. Then she started drinking. Mother dearest was always a drug addict but quit when she was pregnant with me. Never started the drugs again, but drank and smoked herself into oblivion. Around the time she started drinking she got a boyfriend who was a white supremacist and started hanging around the worst type of people. She quit giving a shit about having kids and made drinking her life. This didn’t help our already broken family, it started with extreme arguments about things, then turned into abuse.

It started with her throwing away absolutely everything of mine. I was a adolescent boy who loved video games and hated cleaning my room. So when I didn’t clean my room after “she asked several times” she went to my room and hauled off everything I had until that point besides my clothes and bed. I was able to save my Gameboy advance by slipping it in my pocket, but everything else was trashed. The game systems and accessories alone cost over 1000$ dollars. Still salty about it obviously but what really gets me is she didn’t donate or sell it, rather she paid the dump fee to toss it at the dump.

Then I turned 14, my mother had been smoking pot and drinking for years at this point. She seemingly wanted friends, not kids, so she would share her beer with me. Being a teenager who was I to say no? I went to the literal worst high school in my area, 42% graduation rate in my year, and started hanging out with deadbeats and assholes who only wanted to chill when I had something. Then my mom said I should try Marijuana and smoked my first bowl with me. I liked it, and she hated that I enjoyed it so much and smoked all through high school. She would bring me to NA meetings for my “pot addiction” which was embarrassing to say the least.

The racism and bigotry intensified. Mothers boyfriend got a swastika tattooed on his scalp. There was never a night my mom wasn’t drunk. Then when her and the friends were drunk enough, they turned to picking on the kids which supposedly “toughened us up”. I still vividly remember getting headbutt by a drunk grown man, and almost going down from that. Racism is what I was raised on, and it started to seep into who I was as a person.

Then violence started. My sister and I were both teenagers, and both of us had serious problems stemming from our broken home life that were never addressesed. My sister had psychopathic tendencies that were never checked on. She’d fantasize about killing our mother, and frequently egged fights on in the hopes of them turning violent so she can call police and have them take her away. It’s incredible CPS never visited. Frequent fights turned into frequent FIGHTS. Sister and I were beating each other up regularly whenever I didn’t distance myself from home, and my sister and mother had physical fights at least twice a day. Mother tried to bite a big chunk out of sisters leg. Sister tried stabbing my mother, twice. These types of stories were the norm for me until I left at 17. Couldn’t afford the rent and the rent I did pay would be used by mother and she would kick me out of the house either way. So I stayed with friends because I needed something more stable for college.

It’s honestly a miracle I turned out the way I did. I grew into an adult and rejected racism and bigotry. I knew what a miserable existence hate led to having experienced it and I vowed that I would never hate people for the things they can’t control. Honestly the only people I hate are people who hate, and people who exist on this planet to do harm to others. I immersed myself into diverse social situations and learned from people from all walks of life. The color of your skin, your gender, what you identify as, no longer bothers me as a person. I’m very proud of myself for that.

Sure, there’s times when hatred and violence seeps back into my consciousness, but I try to correct that when it happens. Sometimes something racist or bigoted crosses my thoughts and I feel hopeless thinking that under the surface I’m still the same. But I remind myself that I’m not. I’m not chanting “trampling at the zoo” from American history x down the streets at the top of my lungs anymore. I’m not calling people the n word or the f word anymore. I’m a much better person.

I still tried to have contact with my mother, but after she skipped my kids birth, and reneged on letting me borrow her car after I totaled my car, I stopped giving her chances. She still texts me periodically about how she was a wonderful mother who did the best she could for her kids, and that I’m an ungrateful shit for not speaking to her now and not appreciating the things that I had. Because “she had it worse as a kid”.

Now I have my own kids and could never think of being that way with them. In fact I always think “what would mother do?” And then do the exact opposite.

There’s so much more, like breaking and trashing my things again after I got a job and paid for them myself. The police at my house twice a week. Mother having me committed. Police siding with mother every time, and not doing their job. Sister and I had suicidal ideation and tendencies. So much more I could write a book, but this is enough.

If you have good parents, please tell them so. Appreciate them, we don’t all have it as good.

And if you have shitty parents, I’m sorry that you have to go through it too. If it gets bad enough, cut them off. It socks and it hurts to estrange your parents, I still think if I’m “overreacting” by cutting off my mother. And she makes sure to play the pity party on social. But Noone else will do it for you. You make your own life, and no one else is going to protect you from shittiness, especially shitty parents. Cut them off, slowly at first if you like. Come to terms with them being “dead”. It’s not an easy fight, and it can make you feel like your the problem sometimes. But in the end it’s worth it. And for anybody going through this currently and needing someone to talk to, get in my inbox. I’m always down to help people, every day, every way I can. Consider it owed for me being a shitty racist teenager.

And if you read all this, hey thanks for viewing my story!

The patches are good options in my opinion but ultimately I just needed to drop nicotine all together and have the willpower to say no.

Edit: the best piece of advice I can give is you have to be deadly serious about not smoking, anything less than full commitment is a failed attempt.

It’s funny that it’s all about states right to form their own laws until it’s about guns.

Drive Thru. It’s a B rate slasher horror flick. Highly entertaining and always a recommendation.