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This is how it is with most relationships. So many of my friendships started because I sparked someone up on a joint
my pet loves me because I give her belly rubs before she gets out of bed in the morning
she will not get out of bed until the belly rubs happen
her relationship with food is a little more feral
Yeah but I wouldn’t fuck my pets.
The incinerator is that way sir
I wouldn’t fuck my parents either, but you do you I guess.
Long story short: When I first met my husband, he was recently widowed and just wanted a transactional arrangement to get his mind off things. It stayed that way until he suddenly got meningitis. I was terrified at the thought of losing him as a person, so I upended my life to be with him and take care of him, even though I didn’t have to. That’s the moment it stopped being transactional. We got married last year.
Mr. Bunny’s and I danced Roind each other for a couple years in a broken state, we liked each other but couldn’t reciprocate emotion and were both hung up on our damage.
We actually worked through the damage others caused us and … idk if I wanna say trauma bonded but we bonded through the healing of our trauma.
Idk if I could ever find another person who was so patient with me and I wanted to be so patient for.
The raw “other person did x to me and now I’m y and I’m trying to fix myself but you’re seeing it and feeling it what do we do” negotiations … idk if I’d recommend them but idk if our bond is breakable now.
The other Mrs. Lezbian and I bonded early on because we’d both had breakups a few months prior partly over the same thing. We both thought it had a decent chance of being a rebound. But we went in knowing a lot of what we wanted and trying to be healthier, be more true to our needs, and just generally do things right. And yeah we clicked a little too well, uhauled in under a year, got locked up for the pandemic around a year in, and have been happily inseparable ever since, even though to this day we’re still working on our damage.
What a sweet love story! Congrats on the marriage !!
Ugh we need more stories like this man, the reality is that things do suck but that doesn’t mean people can’t change. And shit, they might be able to change but not enough, in which case it’s maybe not meant to be, but good on you for still trying!
As someone blessed with the most patient partner ever regarding my own stupid male society learned bullshit: I would’ve ended my life a long time ago if it weren’t for her. Our society makes men feel fucking insane for being semi-normal, emotional, affectionate, and so on.
It’s truly asinine knowing how much pain my friends live with that they will never understand because they are desperately clinging onto their perceived masculinity.
Hah, joke’s on you.
My cats literally won’t eat when someone else feeds them. If my neighbors feed the cats when I’m out for a few days, the cats will wait basically untill they’re starving before eating, because (presumably) the neighbors have fed them wrong for some reason.
I’ve had a message that was basically “We saw no food, so we fed them, and then they didn’t eat at all!”. Yeah, it takes about a day for food to become free of the taint of unknown tresspassers.
I’ve also seen that video of a guy who’s cats won’t eat until he picks them up and hugs them. Maybe he trained them even though he doesn’t ask in the vid, but that’s more than just sustenance seeking either way.
Sometimes when I cook, I make a separate portion just for my dog (free of any ingredients he can’t eat)
Now when I cook something he can’t have, he won’t eat his dog food until I ring a fork around his bowl as if I cooked it
Bit different, but cute nonetheless
It’s like a sign to him that it’s ok to eat what’s in the bowl
Yeah they traumatize the shit out of you
I’m sorry for your trauma. You sound hurt and I would understand that, but try not to project your hurt onto others and their parental relationships.
No thanks
Being traumatized by your loving parents to learn life lessons > being traumatized by life to learn lessons
I know it’s not true for every situation, but in 99% of healthy-ish parental relationships it will ring true. I wish I could’ve learned so many things the “traditional” way through a parenting mistake 😤😤😤😤
What an insane take.
My stepfather broke a board over me because he thought I was posessed by a demon. Why do you wish you’d gone through that?
Yeah nothing like living your whole life with CPTSD
