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A middle-aged white woman’s mothering instincts are so strong she infantilises an adult male refugee by adopting him and treating him like a literal child.
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A middle-aged white woman’s mothering instincts are so strong she infantilises an adult male refugee by adopting him and treating him like a literal child.
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I'm deeply let down none of my posts made it on there. I pledge to be much more misogynistic from now on.
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That one is absolutely made up. Just needs that last paragraph where some old white dude tells him to go home, and the Syrian delivers a perfectly witty repartee making everyone clap.
You fucker!
R/Zerocovidcommunity was MY go to Reddit place to farm likes here! Find your own weirdo colony to milk!
They are fascinating though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a community of people more determined to make themselves miserable, except perhaps incels.
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To be honest on this one Ive seen people say its dumb but I always thought it was just kind of a way to prevent people from going 'Oh this is a woman dating a man, drop the bum sweetie if he cant mask for you blahblah blah" or something--or at least thats how I felt it started. This post does kind of give off HR vibes though.
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On r/Czech there is also plenty of coping and seething, because:
A) Redittor party Pirates got only 6% 5% is treshold for getting a seat.
B) Coalition of 3 parties redditors like got second place and they lost to ANO party of evil Rapeseed man Babiš (Trumpesque figure)
C) Filip Turek right wing guy who run on anti Green New Deal platform got 10%
D) Cold war relic Commie party had comeback
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Back when I used to post in reddit too, I'd read BS-smelling stories like these. There was even a time where stories about "people being compassionate to Mainland Chinks" living in some parts of Asia popped up a lot and oddly enough, posted a few months before the Covid lockdowns happened, as if these people are trying to shield the Chinks for a possible fallout on them for the upcoming Covid blame game.
The story being on reddit is already a red-flag as well.
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Haha I saw that as well and wondered if this poster had suffered serious brain damage.
But they are correct in how they see themselves, they truly believe in everything they say.
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'i left one muslim-filled shithole for another muslim-filled shithole and there are still a bunch of muslims! why are all these countries right-wing now!?'
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Some of you may or may not remember the saga of the key autist
He had posted a couple of boring updates then disappeared for a few months but today he hits us with the clencher he killed his key stealing bitch mother in law
L|A
I have decided I will no longer be referring to my soon to be ex-wife as Wifey. Even that feels wrong now. So I'll just be saying STBEXW instead.
A few months ago I anonymously reported my MIL as a serious hoarder. Someone here commented I should report my MIL's hoarding to the Fire Marshal, and at the time I decided to do it because I was angry and wanted to get back at her for stealing my collection from me, and making my life hell. MIL had been building a hoard in her house since my wife was a teenager. The house was filled nearly to the brim with rotten garbage, and was rodent infested. I've actually seen rats there. I made a call to the city from a number I googled.
At first I thought nothing came of it as weeks went by. But I guess someone looked into it, because MIL's house was given an inspection. The house was found to be in even worse shape than I thought. It was not only a serious fire hazard to itself and everything around it, and rodent infested. There were also some exposed electrical wires, a roof leak that's gone unfixed for years that caused bad rot damage and black mold. The outside of the house didn't look that bad, and it was in a neighborhood full of old houses that looked similar. Which is likely why no one reported it till I did.
My STBEXW figured out it was me who reported her mother, what with the timing and all. She came home and ranted to me about all the things her mother told her the inspector found, and how her mother was likely to lose her house now. But it was only a matter of time before something like that happened. If I didn't report her mother, someone else eventually would have. STBEX screamed at me that I was a horrible deceitful person. I asked her if she wanted to be the pot or the kettle, then reminded her of all the reasons why we were separating.
I ended up losing my cool and ranted at her saying that her enabling of her mother caused this. Her acting like her mother stealing my irreplaceable skeleton key collection I've spent a decade building wasn't important caused this. And her selfish unilateral decision making and bratty behavior ever since we got married caused this. Couples are supposed to make decisions together. Instead she just kept making them for us both without even asking my input. So I made a unilateral decision of my own for once and reported her mother's hoarding. Which needed to be reported anyway because it's a danger to her and the people around her.
I told STBEXW I was long sick of just sucking it all up all the time and just letting things pass while they acted like I was the bad guy and walked all over me. Her mother would get nothing more from me. And maybe she wouldn't be as crazy once she's no longer living in a house filled with fumes of rotten garbage, rodent excrement, and black freaking mold! STBEXW just walked away sniffling and cursing me. Yeah, I know I went too far. I'd been reduced to being just as petty as her. I made that call because I was angry. But I had no choice but to stand by that decision after I'd done it.
MIL ended up demanding my STBEXW foot the cost of cleaning and restoring the house. But she couldn't afford it. From what I heard, MIL went off on her with her demands, and told her to get the money any way she could. Even demanding I pay for it since I was the one who reported the house. She even said to sue me. But STBEXW told her it wouldn't work. The house was in exceedingly poor shape. Rotten garbage, exposed wires, roof leaks, rot and black mold. No one should be living in that.
When STBEXW tried to tell her mother she couldn't afford pay for the house to be cleaned and renovated, her mother actually attacked her like a wild animal. She hit and scratched her multiple times, and tried to pull her hair out. That's when it happened. MIL had a heart attack on the spot. Going ape on her daughter must have triggered it. STBEX called 911 while looking for aspirin in the house. But by the time help had arrived, her mother had expired.
STBEXW came home with a police officer in tow for some reason, and was absolutely mad screaming at me about what just happened to her mother. She said this was all my fault. And in all of her ranting, I found out her mother had a weak heart. It's the real reason why she was on disability. The officer had to separate STBEXW from me, and she fell onto the couch sobbing. I hated MIL with a passion. But I wasn't trying to end her life! I still feel great guilt over this.
From what the police officer said, and from what my STBEXW said, I pieced the story together, and later typed it out. But just couldn't bring myself to post it. I was still wracked with guilt. And just had to take a serious break from Reddit.
That evening when I found out my MIL had passed away, STBEXW managed to calm down long enough to speak to the police officer more clearly about what happened. But she also kept shifting between blaming herself and blaming me. I asked her from across the room why I was never told about her mother's heart condition. And she yelled it was none of my damn business. But it explains why MIL used to dramatically put her hand on her chest and cry so many times when she wasn't getting her way.
My STBEXW ended up going crazy in the bathroom she'd been using since we started sleeping separately. She asked the police officer for a moment to herself, then just went crazy after shutting the door. She came out a few minutes later looking angry, but calm. Then told me I was cleaning that mess up. She packed her bags again, and left the house for the motel once more, and told me she wouldn't be coming back unless it was to get her stuff.
I was so guilt ridden that I was hardly able to function for days back then, and had to take leave from work because of stress migraines. I basically spent three days on the couch hopped up on meds. But after that I got my ass in gear again. My friends all tell me it wasn't not my fault. I didn't know, and MIL was crazy. Either way what's done is done. And I have to live with it. Sadly there's more that happened, which I'll be telling in another post.
Tl;dr: apparently MIL was a serious hoarder whose house needed to be condemned our hero reported her to the city and the stress of being reported caused MIL to attack her own daughter during which she had a heart attack and died. Our hero supposedly was unaware of the heart condition.
For completeness sake I will archive the other couple of boring updates
Archive of to those who think they know me
Archive of wifey broke her silence
Archive of nasty coworker
Jesus christ this one is long
Since I've mentioned being NC with my mother since before meeting Wifey, I thought I'd give some history as to why. My mother is a thieving self victimizing control freak, and a Karen long before people called them that. She makes scenes in public, openly hates animals, repeatedly tried to get meals comped for acting like food or service was terrible, is both a liar and thief, and had a revolving door of boyfriends in her life. And her favorite lines to me were things like "Life isn't fair" "You don't have to like it, you just have to do it" "I'm not asking, but telling" and "Does this look like the face of someone who cares?". I think that paints a fairly clear picture. Also, don't think of this as some long sob story. I had a poor but constructive childhood where I learned to make due with what I had. And yes, I apologize for the length. Once I started writing, it opened a floodgate. I'll do my best with a TLDR at the bottom.
Growing up I didn't have a father. Guy died when I was a toddler from an overdose. So my mother raised me. I didn't have any paternal grandparents, and I lost my maternal ones at a young age. They were seemingly good people. So how they had someone as nasty as my mother is beyond me. After they died, I only got occasional familial support from other relatives. And it wasn't much because they didn't like being around my mother. My mother also kept moving us farther away from them. I eventually learned that my mother used me as emotional blackmail to try and make them give her the things she wanted. As a result, I never got close to any of them. Even now we barely speak.
To be fair to my mother in one way, she worked her ass off to keep a roof over our heads at a job that paid minimum wage. But it meant she wasn't around during the day much, and she spent a fair amount of her spare money on booze after covering the bills. She openly told me many times while drunk that she hadn't wanted a child, and she hated being a parent. When she was around, she was most often inebriated, and made me do any chore she could think of to get me out of her sight, unless I willingly went outside to do something else. Rain or shine, night or day. I was outside a lot when she was home. Even slept outside sometimes.
I built forts nearby out of scrap, tree limbs and refuse, and those provided some needed fun and shelter on many occasion when I wanted to be away from my mother. At first they were just leaning shelters built against trees. But one day I got a better idea. I'd found a discarded shovel, and started digging a hole in the woods near my apartment. I must have spent weeks working on this fort. It was my crowing achievement back then. The hardest part was digging the hole. But I must have gotten it at least five feet deep, and maybe eight feet long. I built a roof over it that used a couple of support beams. I used rope and screws to hold it together. Then I covered it over with multiple layers of any discarded plastic and plywood I could find. I confess though that this idea was not original to me, as a kid at school told me he and his friend built a similar fort. Only they didn't have to make theirs out of trash. I piled the dirt from the excavation on top, and made it into a small hill. Kinda like a hobbit house. I even planted moss and grass all over it. When inside, I kept picturing myself as Bugs Bunny. The hardest part was hiding the door, because I couldn't cover it in leaves while I was inside the fort. I made makeshift ladder to get in and out. And the door covering the entrance was a piece of old plywood I tried to make look as filthy as possible. The fort worked pretty damn well. Even kept the rain out. I even had a makeshift bunk to sleep on. I was around 11 when I built this thing. And I told no one about it. But alas, we moved to another apartment about ten miles away a year later. I went back to my old fort by bike once to check on it after a few months, and found an unfriendly homeless guy living in it. I couldn't even get back the stuff I'd hidden there, and called it a loss. The next apartment wasn't so close to woods. So I didn't get the chance to build another fort like that. And as a teenager, I managed to get my hands on a tent I used occasionally.
Thankfully as I got a bit older, my mother started not coming back for around three days at a time on average, and I had peace. So long as there was food for me to eat and things for me to do, I was fine. From the age of 7 onward I no longer had babysitters because one of my maternal grandparents had passed around that time, and the other was too sick to help with anything. Both were pretty sick in their final years. I had to get used to being home alone in a stuffy apartment with no AC and not a lot to do when not at school. My mother never had access to a car of her own. We were bus people unless one of her boyfriends gave us a ride. I think from the age of 8, I was essentially taking care of myself, getting myself up for school, making most of my own meals, etc. I pretty much lived off cereal and microwave dinners at home. At school I qualified for free lunch programs that were for less fortunate families. Yeah, my mother played that system for all it was worth.
We always lived in the cheapest apartments in not so savory neighborhoods. We never had cable or home internet. So unless hanging out with a friend at their house or going to the library, I could only ever watch public access TV until they cut it from air, or watch one of the few DVDs or VHS we had around. I didn't even have a video game console until a friend's parents gave me their brother's old N64 out of pity. Back at that time those consoles weren't worth half a damn. So they gave it to me for free, along with some games and an old TV they no longer used. For things to do, I regularly scavenged the garbage in the dumpsters in the apartment complexes around the area for anything I could use or play with. I found clothes, toys, a BMX bike, a radio walkman, and a few movies on DVD and VHS that way. Including some XXX ones, if you get my meaning. I really had to hide those well. Sadly people mostly only threw out bad movies. So I didn't exactly get to see a lot of blockbusters unless they were unwanted VHS. I surprisingly found a fair amount of Legos. Those really helped keep me entertained. I did find video game cartridges on an occasion. And often sold them to a game store because they were for consoles I didn't have. But I was very lucky to find an N64 game a couple of times. But if I remember right, they were sports games that I didn't find interesting. People threw out books all the time too. But I've never been much of a reader.
When my mother found out I was digging in garbage, she didn't even try to stop me. Instead she told me to grab any aluminum cans or beer bottles I found too, and then recycle them for the deposit money. That became the closest thing I ever had to an allowance. During that time I also frequented the local dollar store for small things I needed. Any usable clothes I found that fit were just thrown in the wash and worn. I also learned how to sew to mend tears and popped seams in clothes from a young age without help. At school I could never let on that I had clothes I found in garbage. My friends knew though. And they kept the secret. Funny thing is, people threw out a lot of surprisingly good clothes. I don't know if they were just wasteful, or what. Can't tell you how many shirts and pants I found that were just missing a button. I just sewed one on and started wearing them. I didn't care since I had something to wear. But as I got older, I started getting thrift store clothes too. I don't think I ever bought any new clothes till I was in college. I even sewed up holes in socks.
I also had to teach myself how to fix a bike. People in the area threw one out at least every few months. And sometimes even just dumped them in a ditch. I found basic tools in the dumpsters from time to time too. So I was able to have a functioning bike that I started riding to school. Till some a-hole stole it anyway. All because my mother wouldn't let me bring the bike into the apartment. One of my friends later gave me their old bike, along with a length of chain and a padlock to keep it from getting stolen. So I was able to use that bike for a while instead.
I was cooking for both myself and my mother starting around the time I was 9 or 10. She saw me making myself breakfast one morning, and from then on I was cooking for her too. As I got older, I never really cooked anything more elaborate than making spaghetti though. Whenever I went out with my mother, I was expecting her to make a scene in some way. I considered it a good day when all she did was complain. She got us thrown out of places a few times with her entitlement. She often treated strangers like they owed her something. And even pretended she knew things she really didn't, because she could never stand to lose an argument. She was also a blatant thief. On the rare occasion we ate out, she'd take a glass or a some silverware from the table and hide it in her purse. And they'd become part of the dishes back home. She regularly swiped little things in stores too. She was clever to grab two of something, and then carefully drop one in her open purse while putting the other back so the CCTV cameras wouldn't notice. My birthdays were generally skipped over by her too. My mother didn't even celebrate her own. She was one of those people who tried to be forever 29 after hitting 30.
Since I'd become somewhat self sufficient, my mother repeatedly told me I was being so productive that she had more money for herself. But strangely enough, as I got older in my teens, she suddenly pulled a 180 and started to act nicer, and even tried to infantilize me. Which got very creepy. One day when I was around 14, a boyfriend she had at the time dumped her, she was repeatedly trying to cling to me for hours, and kept kissing me on the face. She'd never done that before, and it openly disgusted me. Then she started calling me baby all the time. Which I eventually had a big fight with her about. She'd gaslight me and call me a bad son, and then I called her a bad mother for never being there for me. She screamed at me to get out. I didn't come back home for two days. After that we had a fight every single time she called me baby, till she finally stopped.
I got a part time job at 15, and my mother demanded for me to use all of my earnings to contribute to the rent and bills. I had to stand up to her once again, but ended up agreeing to give her half. I hardcore saved the rest little by little so I could bolt at 18 and rent out a hovel in order to attend the nearest community college. I packed and left without even telling my mother. But she easily figured out where I went, and moved closer to me. She found me on campus and demanded I move back in with her. I refused and she followed me home. After that she repeatedly showed up at my place to try and boss me around or intentionally embarrass me in front of my roommates. She even tried to get my college to give her my cellphone phone number. And flipped out when told they can't do that. Then she called my job pretending to be my girlfriend once. That's how she got my first cellphone number. One of my coworkers gave it to her. Oh, he got in trouble for it when I complained to the boss, because it was in the rules you're not allowed to give out the personal information of your coworkers. The jerk actually blamed the write-up he got for it on me too. He got fired a few months later. My mother tried to get me fired from that job too. She left made numerous calls to complain. But she didn't even know what I did there. So she ended up getting told off by the manager over the phone after I explained my situation to him.
I completely cut my toxic mother out of my life when I was around 21 after we had a huge fight because I'd refused to live with her ever again after finishing college. And not being around her helped me to mellow out a lot. While I didn't seek counseling, I've been told many times my mother tried to turn me into what many refer to now as a sonsband. A term that creeps me the eff out every time I think of it. But the majority I've told this to think my mother started infantilizing me because she suddenly realized she needed me more than I needed her. And I suppose my own past with digging in garbage made me a bit blind to my MIL's hoarding issues before I married Wifey. And I guess a feeling of needing to have family put me in a very bad fog with my marriage.
My personal obsession with skeleton keys started at a fairly young age. My mother took me into an antique store with the boyfriend she had back then. I saw a display with lots of keys for sale in it. The boyfriend offered to get me one. But my mother refused to allow it and told me they were just old junk. I kept wanting one though. I started keeping modern keys I found from time to time, and I got a bunch of can opener keys. You know, the kind that opened cans of spam. I had a whole ring of them. My mother found the keys and threw them all out. I had to beg her to at least let me keep the can opener keys. Which I was barely able to get back. After becoming an adult, I started collecting skeleton keys. At first it was very slow, and just keys from a local antique store. But once I was out of college and got a good job, I started buying skeleton keys on ebay. And that's primarily where I've bought them since.
TLDR: My mother was a terrible and uninvolved parent, as well as a drunk, a control freak, a thief, and a complete Karen. I had to learn to be independent from a young age, and did whatever I could to survive and avoid her. I dug through trash to find things I needed, and taught myself life skills. Recycled bottles and cans for pocket money. And even built an underground fort to hide in. My mother tried to act different towards me in my teens when she realized I didn't need her. I left at 18 and she followed me to try and force me to live with her again. I eventually went NC and haven't spoken to her in years.
Edit: Fixed a mistake
Key autist took care of himself when he was 7 or 8 years old why couldn't balldoman's lazy fucking kids do that?
Key autist part 1 & 2
He had posted a couple of boring updates then disappeared for a few months but today he hits us with the clencher he killed his key stealing bitch mother in law
L|A
Update: My key stealing crazy MIL passed away. And it's kinda my fault
LI have decided I will no longer be referring to my soon to be ex-wife as Wifey. Even that feels wrong now. So I'll just be saying STBEXW instead.
A few months ago I anonymously reported my MIL as a serious hoarder. Someone here commented I should report my MIL's hoarding to the Fire Marshal, and at the time I decided to do it because I was angry and wanted to get back at her for stealing my collection from me, and making my life hell. MIL had been building a hoard in her house since my wife was a teenager. The house was filled nearly to the brim with rotten garbage, and was rodent infested. I've actually seen rats there. I made a call to the city from a number I googled.
At first I thought nothing came of it as weeks went by. But I guess someone looked into it, because MIL's house was given an inspection. The house was found to be in even worse shape than I thought. It was not only a serious fire hazard to itself and everything around it, and rodent infested. There were also some exposed electrical wires, a roof leak that's gone unfixed for years that caused bad rot damage and black mold. The outside of the house didn't look that bad, and it was in a neighborhood full of old houses that looked similar. Which is likely why no one reported it till I did.
My STBEXW figured out it was me who reported her mother, what with the timing and all. She came home and ranted to me about all the things her mother told her the inspector found, and how her mother was likely to lose her house now. But it was only a matter of time before something like that happened. If I didn't report her mother, someone else eventually would have. STBEX screamed at me that I was a horrible deceitful person. I asked her if she wanted to be the pot or the kettle, then reminded her of all the reasons why we were separating.
I ended up losing my cool and ranted at her saying that her enabling of her mother caused this. Her acting like her mother stealing my irreplaceable skeleton key collection I've spent a decade building wasn't important caused this. And her selfish unilateral decision making and bratty behavior ever since we got married caused this. Couples are supposed to make decisions together. Instead she just kept making them for us both without even asking my input. So I made a unilateral decision of my own for once and reported her mother's hoarding. Which needed to be reported anyway because it's a danger to her and the people around her.
I told STBEXW I was long sick of just sucking it all up all the time and just letting things pass while they acted like I was the bad guy and walked all over me. Her mother would get nothing more from me. And maybe she wouldn't be as crazy once she's no longer living in a house filled with fumes of rotten garbage, rodent excrement, and black freaking mold! STBEXW just walked away sniffling and cursing me. Yeah, I know I went too far. I'd been reduced to being just as petty as her. I made that call because I was angry. But I had no choice but to stand by that decision after I'd done it.
MIL ended up demanding my STBEXW foot the cost of cleaning and restoring the house. But she couldn't afford it. From what I heard, MIL went off on her with her demands, and told her to get the money any way she could. Even demanding I pay for it since I was the one who reported the house. She even said to sue me. But STBEXW told her it wouldn't work. The house was in exceedingly poor shape. Rotten garbage, exposed wires, roof leaks, rot and black mold. No one should be living in that.
When STBEXW tried to tell her mother she couldn't afford pay for the house to be cleaned and renovated, her mother actually attacked her like a wild animal. She hit and scratched her multiple times, and tried to pull her hair out. That's when it happened. MIL had a heart attack on the spot. Going ape on her daughter must have triggered it. STBEX called 911 while looking for aspirin in the house. But by the time help had arrived, her mother had expired.
STBEXW came home with a police officer in tow for some reason, and was absolutely mad screaming at me about what just happened to her mother. She said this was all my fault. And in all of her ranting, I found out her mother had a weak heart. It's the real reason why she was on disability. The officer had to separate STBEXW from me, and she fell onto the couch sobbing. I hated MIL with a passion. But I wasn't trying to end her life! I still feel great guilt over this.
From what the police officer said, and from what my STBEXW said, I pieced the story together, and later typed it out. But just couldn't bring myself to post it. I was still wracked with guilt. And just had to take a serious break from Reddit.
That evening when I found out my MIL had passed away, STBEXW managed to calm down long enough to speak to the police officer more clearly about what happened. But she also kept shifting between blaming herself and blaming me. I asked her from across the room why I was never told about her mother's heart condition. And she yelled it was none of my damn business. But it explains why MIL used to dramatically put her hand on her chest and cry so many times when she wasn't getting her way.
My STBEXW ended up going crazy in the bathroom she'd been using since we started sleeping separately. She asked the police officer for a moment to herself, then just went crazy after shutting the door. She came out a few minutes later looking angry, but calm. Then told me I was cleaning that mess up. She packed her bags again, and left the house for the motel once more, and told me she wouldn't be coming back unless it was to get her stuff.
I was so guilt ridden that I was hardly able to function for days back then, and had to take leave from work because of stress migraines. I basically spent three days on the couch hopped up on meds. But after that I got my ass in gear again. My friends all tell me it wasn't not my fault. I didn't know, and MIL was crazy. Either way what's done is done. And I have to live with it. Sadly there's more that happened, which I'll be telling in another post.
Tl;dr: apparently MIL was a serious hoarder whose house needed to be condemned our hero reported her to the city and the stress of being reported caused MIL to attack her own daughter during which she had a heart attack and died. Our hero supposedly was unaware of the heart condition.
For completeness sake I will archive the other couple of boring updates
Archive of to those who think they know me
Archive of wifey broke her silence
Archive of nasty coworker
Jesus christ this one is long
Some history on my past and of my nasty mother
[Rant/Vent]Since I've mentioned being NC with my mother since before meeting Wifey, I thought I'd give some history as to why. My mother is a thieving self victimizing control freak, and a Karen long before people called them that. She makes scenes in public, openly hates animals, repeatedly tried to get meals comped for acting like food or service was terrible, is both a liar and thief, and had a revolving door of boyfriends in her life. And her favorite lines to me were things like "Life isn't fair" "You don't have to like it, you just have to do it" "I'm not asking, but telling" and "Does this look like the face of someone who cares?". I think that paints a fairly clear picture. Also, don't think of this as some long sob story. I had a poor but constructive childhood where I learned to make due with what I had. And yes, I apologize for the length. Once I started writing, it opened a floodgate. I'll do my best with a TLDR at the bottom.
Growing up I didn't have a father. Guy died when I was a toddler from an overdose. So my mother raised me. I didn't have any paternal grandparents, and I lost my maternal ones at a young age. They were seemingly good people. So how they had someone as nasty as my mother is beyond me. After they died, I only got occasional familial support from other relatives. And it wasn't much because they didn't like being around my mother. My mother also kept moving us farther away from them. I eventually learned that my mother used me as emotional blackmail to try and make them give her the things she wanted. As a result, I never got close to any of them. Even now we barely speak.
To be fair to my mother in one way, she worked her ass off to keep a roof over our heads at a job that paid minimum wage. But it meant she wasn't around during the day much, and she spent a fair amount of her spare money on booze after covering the bills. She openly told me many times while drunk that she hadn't wanted a child, and she hated being a parent. When she was around, she was most often inebriated, and made me do any chore she could think of to get me out of her sight, unless I willingly went outside to do something else. Rain or shine, night or day. I was outside a lot when she was home. Even slept outside sometimes.
I built forts nearby out of scrap, tree limbs and refuse, and those provided some needed fun and shelter on many occasion when I wanted to be away from my mother. At first they were just leaning shelters built against trees. But one day I got a better idea. I'd found a discarded shovel, and started digging a hole in the woods near my apartment. I must have spent weeks working on this fort. It was my crowing achievement back then. The hardest part was digging the hole. But I must have gotten it at least five feet deep, and maybe eight feet long. I built a roof over it that used a couple of support beams. I used rope and screws to hold it together. Then I covered it over with multiple layers of any discarded plastic and plywood I could find. I confess though that this idea was not original to me, as a kid at school told me he and his friend built a similar fort. Only they didn't have to make theirs out of trash. I piled the dirt from the excavation on top, and made it into a small hill. Kinda like a hobbit house. I even planted moss and grass all over it. When inside, I kept picturing myself as Bugs Bunny. The hardest part was hiding the door, because I couldn't cover it in leaves while I was inside the fort. I made makeshift ladder to get in and out. And the door covering the entrance was a piece of old plywood I tried to make look as filthy as possible. The fort worked pretty damn well. Even kept the rain out. I even had a makeshift bunk to sleep on. I was around 11 when I built this thing. And I told no one about it. But alas, we moved to another apartment about ten miles away a year later. I went back to my old fort by bike once to check on it after a few months, and found an unfriendly homeless guy living in it. I couldn't even get back the stuff I'd hidden there, and called it a loss. The next apartment wasn't so close to woods. So I didn't get the chance to build another fort like that. And as a teenager, I managed to get my hands on a tent I used occasionally.
Thankfully as I got a bit older, my mother started not coming back for around three days at a time on average, and I had peace. So long as there was food for me to eat and things for me to do, I was fine. From the age of 7 onward I no longer had babysitters because one of my maternal grandparents had passed around that time, and the other was too sick to help with anything. Both were pretty sick in their final years. I had to get used to being home alone in a stuffy apartment with no AC and not a lot to do when not at school. My mother never had access to a car of her own. We were bus people unless one of her boyfriends gave us a ride. I think from the age of 8, I was essentially taking care of myself, getting myself up for school, making most of my own meals, etc. I pretty much lived off cereal and microwave dinners at home. At school I qualified for free lunch programs that were for less fortunate families. Yeah, my mother played that system for all it was worth.
We always lived in the cheapest apartments in not so savory neighborhoods. We never had cable or home internet. So unless hanging out with a friend at their house or going to the library, I could only ever watch public access TV until they cut it from air, or watch one of the few DVDs or VHS we had around. I didn't even have a video game console until a friend's parents gave me their brother's old N64 out of pity. Back at that time those consoles weren't worth half a damn. So they gave it to me for free, along with some games and an old TV they no longer used. For things to do, I regularly scavenged the garbage in the dumpsters in the apartment complexes around the area for anything I could use or play with. I found clothes, toys, a BMX bike, a radio walkman, and a few movies on DVD and VHS that way. Including some XXX ones, if you get my meaning. I really had to hide those well. Sadly people mostly only threw out bad movies. So I didn't exactly get to see a lot of blockbusters unless they were unwanted VHS. I surprisingly found a fair amount of Legos. Those really helped keep me entertained. I did find video game cartridges on an occasion. And often sold them to a game store because they were for consoles I didn't have. But I was very lucky to find an N64 game a couple of times. But if I remember right, they were sports games that I didn't find interesting. People threw out books all the time too. But I've never been much of a reader.
When my mother found out I was digging in garbage, she didn't even try to stop me. Instead she told me to grab any aluminum cans or beer bottles I found too, and then recycle them for the deposit money. That became the closest thing I ever had to an allowance. During that time I also frequented the local dollar store for small things I needed. Any usable clothes I found that fit were just thrown in the wash and worn. I also learned how to sew to mend tears and popped seams in clothes from a young age without help. At school I could never let on that I had clothes I found in garbage. My friends knew though. And they kept the secret. Funny thing is, people threw out a lot of surprisingly good clothes. I don't know if they were just wasteful, or what. Can't tell you how many shirts and pants I found that were just missing a button. I just sewed one on and started wearing them. I didn't care since I had something to wear. But as I got older, I started getting thrift store clothes too. I don't think I ever bought any new clothes till I was in college. I even sewed up holes in socks.
I also had to teach myself how to fix a bike. People in the area threw one out at least every few months. And sometimes even just dumped them in a ditch. I found basic tools in the dumpsters from time to time too. So I was able to have a functioning bike that I started riding to school. Till some a-hole stole it anyway. All because my mother wouldn't let me bring the bike into the apartment. One of my friends later gave me their old bike, along with a length of chain and a padlock to keep it from getting stolen. So I was able to use that bike for a while instead.
I was cooking for both myself and my mother starting around the time I was 9 or 10. She saw me making myself breakfast one morning, and from then on I was cooking for her too. As I got older, I never really cooked anything more elaborate than making spaghetti though. Whenever I went out with my mother, I was expecting her to make a scene in some way. I considered it a good day when all she did was complain. She got us thrown out of places a few times with her entitlement. She often treated strangers like they owed her something. And even pretended she knew things she really didn't, because she could never stand to lose an argument. She was also a blatant thief. On the rare occasion we ate out, she'd take a glass or a some silverware from the table and hide it in her purse. And they'd become part of the dishes back home. She regularly swiped little things in stores too. She was clever to grab two of something, and then carefully drop one in her open purse while putting the other back so the CCTV cameras wouldn't notice. My birthdays were generally skipped over by her too. My mother didn't even celebrate her own. She was one of those people who tried to be forever 29 after hitting 30.
Since I'd become somewhat self sufficient, my mother repeatedly told me I was being so productive that she had more money for herself. But strangely enough, as I got older in my teens, she suddenly pulled a 180 and started to act nicer, and even tried to infantilize me. Which got very creepy. One day when I was around 14, a boyfriend she had at the time dumped her, she was repeatedly trying to cling to me for hours, and kept kissing me on the face. She'd never done that before, and it openly disgusted me. Then she started calling me baby all the time. Which I eventually had a big fight with her about. She'd gaslight me and call me a bad son, and then I called her a bad mother for never being there for me. She screamed at me to get out. I didn't come back home for two days. After that we had a fight every single time she called me baby, till she finally stopped.
I got a part time job at 15, and my mother demanded for me to use all of my earnings to contribute to the rent and bills. I had to stand up to her once again, but ended up agreeing to give her half. I hardcore saved the rest little by little so I could bolt at 18 and rent out a hovel in order to attend the nearest community college. I packed and left without even telling my mother. But she easily figured out where I went, and moved closer to me. She found me on campus and demanded I move back in with her. I refused and she followed me home. After that she repeatedly showed up at my place to try and boss me around or intentionally embarrass me in front of my roommates. She even tried to get my college to give her my cellphone phone number. And flipped out when told they can't do that. Then she called my job pretending to be my girlfriend once. That's how she got my first cellphone number. One of my coworkers gave it to her. Oh, he got in trouble for it when I complained to the boss, because it was in the rules you're not allowed to give out the personal information of your coworkers. The jerk actually blamed the write-up he got for it on me too. He got fired a few months later. My mother tried to get me fired from that job too. She left made numerous calls to complain. But she didn't even know what I did there. So she ended up getting told off by the manager over the phone after I explained my situation to him.
I completely cut my toxic mother out of my life when I was around 21 after we had a huge fight because I'd refused to live with her ever again after finishing college. And not being around her helped me to mellow out a lot. While I didn't seek counseling, I've been told many times my mother tried to turn me into what many refer to now as a sonsband. A term that creeps me the eff out every time I think of it. But the majority I've told this to think my mother started infantilizing me because she suddenly realized she needed me more than I needed her. And I suppose my own past with digging in garbage made me a bit blind to my MIL's hoarding issues before I married Wifey. And I guess a feeling of needing to have family put me in a very bad fog with my marriage.
My personal obsession with skeleton keys started at a fairly young age. My mother took me into an antique store with the boyfriend she had back then. I saw a display with lots of keys for sale in it. The boyfriend offered to get me one. But my mother refused to allow it and told me they were just old junk. I kept wanting one though. I started keeping modern keys I found from time to time, and I got a bunch of can opener keys. You know, the kind that opened cans of spam. I had a whole ring of them. My mother found the keys and threw them all out. I had to beg her to at least let me keep the can opener keys. Which I was barely able to get back. After becoming an adult, I started collecting skeleton keys. At first it was very slow, and just keys from a local antique store. But once I was out of college and got a good job, I started buying skeleton keys on ebay. And that's primarily where I've bought them since.
TLDR: My mother was a terrible and uninvolved parent, as well as a drunk, a control freak, a thief, and a complete Karen. I had to learn to be independent from a young age, and did whatever I could to survive and avoid her. I dug through trash to find things I needed, and taught myself life skills. Recycled bottles and cans for pocket money. And even built an underground fort to hide in. My mother tried to act different towards me in my teens when she realized I didn't need her. I left at 18 and she followed me to try and force me to live with her again. I eventually went NC and haven't spoken to her in years.
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Ah, Vladimir Putin, the world's most eminent living paradox: he's a powerless coward who jumps at every shadow, lives hiding in a series of bunkers, and has no power outside the barren landscape of drunks, idiots, and nazis that he governs with an iron fist. He's also an unparalelled puppetmaster who has control over half the politicians in Europe and North America, can order the assassination of anyone, anywhere, at any time through any methods, and decides national elections in other countries on a whim to further advance his plans of global domination, which we can't even begin to comprehend due to its 19D Go-levels of abstraction.
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faggots the lot of em
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The way libtards talk about non-whites is so dehumanizing lmao. They literally see them as ferocious savage retarded wild animals and they are so happy when one behaves normal (like a white person) CNN makes a national breaking news broadcast whenever a nigger ties their shoes and the libs cheer and clap.
Like even the way the guy is talking about how “calm and gentle” he is, is making me laugh. Libs see the same shit we do but for them it’s “these shitskins know not what they do, they are just a lesser life form we must protect”
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Poe's law:
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I view that subreddit the same way I view communities centered around "gangstalking". It's undiagnosed mentally ill people feeding into each other's delusions. Oh, the wonders of the Internet.
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Not sure if anyone mentioned r/Gangstalking yet. The subreddits for all sorts of really benign shit like discussing lolcows get banned for being "harmful" but they allow one that encourages people with psychotic delusions that everyone around them is secretly plotting against them. Some of it is pretty fun to read if you can get over how miserable they probably are.
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Dangit, why is it always these top faggots Americans that move here? “Oh boy, can’t wait to leave the anti intellectual shithole that is America, and sit and discuss things like the joys of public healthcare with CIVILIZED Europeans!”
Why can’t we have some normal, decent burgers move here?
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Zero Covid and Gangstalking communities both have their own threads on the farms. It might be a good idea to post anything related to them there since posts in here will likely get quickly buried and forgotten.
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LMAO!
Imagine being a teenager, and being hauled in for a 15 minute long serious talk with pops about the dangers of… Joe Rogan.
Well done dad! You have put in the bricks for a very based young man there! Wouldn’t surprise me to see him here in a few years.
Here’s another pearl from the “COVID conscious” btw:
Lol! Poor cat! Imagine dealing with a whole big contraption in an already small carrier. These people are absolutely mental, and are about one step away from talking about “bad air making people sick” like medieval doctors did.
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