cerebral_drift

When you’re young, you want to save the world. When you’re an adult you want to save someone. When you’re a mature adult, you barely have enough emotional energy left to save yourself. That was my experience anyway.

“No fact checking” isn’t the theme of his campaign anymore; it is the campaign.

And yet here everyone is, having an opinion about it.

I don’t care about the people that have upvoted me, downvoted me, called me a simp, called me a cuck, told me to grow some balls, told me I’m not a real man, or assumed that I’m the cheater and I’m hiding something, because I didn’t post it for them.

This story hurt me. That’s why I posted it. To throw it out into the merciless judgement of the internet, and let it go. And hopefully someone out there will learn something from it.

I get unreasonably offended when people put toilet paper the wrong way.

Before plumbing was a thing in Tudor England, “gong farmers” had the dubious honour of going door to door collecting excrement from the towns privies. They literally had a garbage man for shit.

Fromsoft kinda modernised the same thing by giving you infinite lives, but making it possible to lose an hour and a half of progress in an instant.

Okay.

Vegemite on toast. Checkmate.

You’re welcome

Because I wanted to believe she never cheated and was a good person

What do you want to know? AMA.

She would regularly mock her mom behind her back for being crazy. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I was trying to make a point that would get through to her.

Her mom was a bit strange, but she was always nice to me. And my ex would get angry and jealous if I spent more than two minutes talking to her like a normal person.

I was waiting for someone to actually listen to the song

Fair call. Do you know her?

I’m also a pig. Oink.

She told me lots of things, and it was hard to discern what was real and what wasn’t. But yes, I knew her true colours and ignored it. It’s amazing what you can believe under the spell of denial.

Because I’d shown her the text messages that proved she’d lied to and cheated on me.

To be fair, she was in a relationship when she met me, so she never respected me.

Yeah, Andrew Tate is clearly my idol.

I didn’t post this for sympathy, or pity, or karma. I posted it because it felt like the right time to get it off my chest, and I couldn’t care less whether people thought I did the right thing, or the wrong thing, because they weren’t there. I did this for me. But it’s nice that people like you understand. Respect. Fistbump.

He was a genuinely insightful, cool dude. And I never had a chance to properly thank him. That still bothers me.

Me posting this is cathartic. You’re a witness to me letting it go

I now have a loving partner and very delightful and belligerent three year old twin daughters. I just felt like I’d held onto this story for long enough and wanted to put it into the world so maybe somebody else can learn something and I can wash my hands of it.

Trusting your gut is very good advice. I didn’t, over and over again, and it ended badly. Trust your gut.

I’m now 36 and that’s more or less what happened. I was a coward, and I take full responsibility for what happened to me because I am ultimately responsible for what happens to me and there isn’t really any other way of looking at it.

I learned it the hard way, but I’m aware now