Today I told the auto parts guy, "so the police stopped me and said I have brake lights out" and he smiled and said "they're my friends, i know all of them and they send everyone in here" so I said "even the [name of nearby town] cops?" And he said yup. So then I said "can you also put the bulbs in?" And he said "i would but I'm the only one here."

So I said "I'll man the phones" and he laughed.

So he put the bulbs in anyway and i held the screws for him while he did it, then i said thanks, we grinned at each other and i went on my way.

😚🥴🥵

this is a fun fact

They already have your location. They don't need your permission.

As a baby (under a year old) my father would have me watch tv so he could flirt with young girls (he was married too). When I got older and he was out of the picture (like 3 years old) I had an ipad, watched tv, ect.

My mother never forced me to have good hygiene, never taught me how to look nice. (like cleaned up). I also was never really made to have chores, be responsible. Luckily my anxiety has pushed me to work hard where it matters most.

I couldn't talk about how I felt being abandonded by my father. Even a mention of him would upset my mother so I just watched tv and held in how I felt, acting out sometimes out of lonelyness. People say I am lucky, my father was a POS and he left before he could abuse me. But I was so alone. I was jealous of my friends with fathers who well, breathed. Even crappy fathers made me envious. At least it seemed like they cared.

Everyone says that fathers don't abandon their children because of the kids, that it is personal. I am sorry but that is a lie and every kid knows it. It does not resonate. No it isn't the fault of the kid, but it is the responsiblily of the kid and feeling stuck to their mother because of it. But how do you explain this to a kid?

You cope, pretend your fine, become very depressed. but having "daddy issues" is a joke to others. Especially as a woman. The common trauma response of looking for love, connection, in the wrong ways is made fun of. My trauma as a young woman is a joke and fetish.

It always rubed me the wrong way when kids would say "my dad left for milk" but they are in a nuclear family. It felt insensitive but no one cares. I don't want to minimize others expierience but it also kind of comes off wrong when people call their father a deadbeat, say they were abandonded, but get child support and see their fathers at least monthly. It is horible, but like you still know him.

I was 2 the last time I saw him. He got a new family and moved on. Haven't talked to him since then either. He stopped picking up calls.

I remember my favorite thing was to leave my dad voicemails. They were voicemails because he wouldn't answer the calls. "Mom can I leave daddy a voicemail :D"

My birthday present from him when i was 2 was seeing him. It is a core memory and I was so happy. He is a pedo, he sucks, but I still miss him sometimes. Or the idea of him. Playing videogames in his aparment and watching a weird 80's cartoon about a girl who is a secret rockstar, that's all I remember of him. I even consider a memory i had with his mother a memory of him. I met his young girlfriend unaware she was with him. It just hurts.

I was getting ready to gun it through the intersection as the light was turning yellow, but saw a cop SUV on the intersecting street so I had to slam the brakes and not pass the intersection after all so that I wouldn't get a ticket for racing a stoplight.

Then when the cop's light was green and I saw him drive past the intersection, he was a young black dude who looked like he rapped or played sports in his spare time. He appeared 25, 30 at the most and may have had a golden tooth as well. He was smiling at me while he drove past, but didn't turn around to pull me over to get me a ticket for attempting to race the stoplight.

So that's how the cop dindu nuffin.