Swiss bones all the way. Pop em out, remove the shield carefully. Jar full of mineral spirits to clean. Wipe off excess lube with dry grease and good as new. Same set for 5 years or so

In relation to enjoying other women’s beauty. “ it doesn’t matter where you get your appetite as long as you eat at home.

He’s probably a custodian. My dad was one growing up and this was his norm

And multiple times that week

That was not intending to say you were discounting his pain. The big thing is communication and patience. With all the things you’ve both been through it’s understandable that people get nit picky and defensive. Talk and give space when either of you need it. Resentments are so hard to get passed especially when it’s someone you love dearly. Keep at it, and good luck.

When you’ve been on the receiving end of PMDD it’s really challenging to not be defensive about everything said to you. In my experience things get twisted around and context thrown out the window as you make sure I’m to blame for everything and she is not responsible for how I was being treated. Being a partner takes work and changing defense and coping mechanisms can’t just be turned off and on. Those are substantial emotional barriers to ask to just take down. On top of the fact that his mental health probably isn’t the best as well with how much degradation and pain that he’s dealt with in the past. It takes time and effort for both partners and possibly counseling to manage yourselves as well as set boundaries that are concrete. I hope you guys can get to a common place and reset.

And I don’t even know how to get my own dam, and why does it have business?!

I had 95 Geo Prizm (Off Brand Corolla). I drove it for 17 years. Beat it up but kept up with maintenance and wouldn’t hesitate to drive it that far. Looks the same in your case

I was a Destructo purist. Sliding axles and all.

  1. Junior high school. Young teenage dating. Mostly good friends first though.

I’m ok being alone. Just don’t stop yourself from doing the things you love and live yourself. If you like to go out to eat do it by yourself. Movie, by yourself. Learn to enjoy the things that make you happy. When I started doing this it seemed like people were drawn my direction and I made some cool friends.

After a bit she asked me if I considered her my girlfriend.

That is a bolt. It’s from your car.

My tool box full of tools. I’ve been able to maintain my home and fix kids toys, create things and learn things

I’m sure they all died of their choices, but all the characters in the end of Requiem for a Dream. Don’t fuck with these types of drugs kids!

I love how it’s the “effects of methamphetamine.” Like bro wasn’t a fucking addict. Words matter you stupid fucks get it right. I hate cops but call a spade a spade without the sugar coating.

You get to decide. You pick and defend your space tooth and nail. Being a man, husband and father. The limitations are there. Pick what you would like to be your space and make it yours. I know it’s cliche but mine is my garage. If my kids or wife start messing with my space I defend it. I use words and conversation to express my needs. We all need some space that is exactly how we want it to be. Growing up, my room. After that it was my car because my parent owned my room. Then it was a gaming room. After 3 daughters it was my garage. (Wife took the basement for painting) I talked with my fan and said this is my space. You kids have your rooms, mom has the basement and I have the garage. After I explained my rules for my garage and never deviated and if I get upset about something in my space it’s only fair. I sound like an asshole, but we all need a safe place that’s ours. No matter how small.

A dark sense of humor. Not just saying mean shit either. Big eyes, a smile, and overall just pleasant to be around. Can also be silly and childish at times and serious when it is called for.

Look at and emergency road side kit. Most times it’s cheaper than pricing it out. And a Leatherman knife and lighter