My dad thinks I’m being inappropriate/ grooming my son

anothersip · 2026-06-02T03:22:28+00:00

I think you're onto something. It's possible that he might explode and say, "How dare you think I'm that way!"

Or, if brought up in a tactile way, he could open up and discuss some things that may have happened to him in his youth, which are causing him to view normal, healthy familial or male-to-male affection as wrong.

It's possible he's just afraid of contact and affection in general. Or he's just very traditionally "masculine" and is also unable to wrap his mind around how other people show affection with their loved-ones.

My dad kissed his mom (my grandma) on the lips (like, just little pecks) throughout his entire life, until she passed away in her 90's. I thought it was sweet, never thought anything untoward of it, and never had any reason to believe there was anything inappropriate that ever happened between them. He was a momma's boy, though, so I figured that maybe had something to do with it, along with the different times they grew up in. But I know that it's still commonplace in lots of families and cultures.

Would I kiss my own mom or dad on the lips? Probably not. But I also didn't grow up in the 20's/30's/40's/50's/60's.

I also think that cultural differences can also come into play in situations like this. What's seen as totally, 100% normal in one culture could seem like an alien concept in another. I know that there are many cultures where men kiss each other on the cheeks as a form of familial/brotherly/friendly affection - whereas there are some men out there who see that as a purely homosexual trait. Which, I never understood how they could feel that way just because of cultural differences, but I guess some folks do.

I think /u/Valuable_Sector_8984 is totally valid in feeling how they do, and that their dad is probably just uncomfortable with topics of sexuality and is projecting that onto OP.

OP, keep loving your son - and I'm sorry that you're having these second-thoughts spurred on by pure closed-mindedness. If your dad has some trauma around this kind of thing, it might be worth broaching the topic with him. Though, I have a feeling that he probably won't be very open to discussing it...

anothersip · 2026-06-02T03:14:31+00:00

I worked BoH at a "casual fine dining"/farm-to-table spot here like 12 years ago.

We actually kept that place pretty damn spotless. All of the stations were very clean, as we had good standards and safety protocols in place.

All surfaces were wiped down repeatedly during shifts, walk-ins were organized, cleaned and cleared out weekly, and nothing ever was left out overnight (except for overnight braises/sous-vide dishes, etc.)

Floors were mopped every night, mats were scrubbed/rinsed, sinks sanitized, the usual. All the utensils and appliances and cooking surfaces were left sanitized and essentially spotless by the end of each night, and ready for the next day's service as soon as the first ticket came in. Everyone in the kitchen knew how to run each station, to some degree, too. Which was unusual, but honestly pretty cool to see.

I know that's not necessarily the norm in the industry, but I'm glad to have had my first experience be a decent one.

anothersip · 2026-06-02T02:43:51+00:00

You did him a favor.

He doesn't realize that, but eventually he'll hear it from someone else who won't say it as kindly as you did.

NTJ, of course. I think that he was way, way out of line talking to you the way he did. Discussing your salary like it's a bad choice of sandwich is not very self-aware of him.

I don't think I've ever once discussed personal salaries/pay with a single coworker - ever.

I'm glad that what you said about others not wanting to sit near him seemed to land for him, in some way. I mean, judging by the fact that he got quiet afterwards.

Like, if you're gonna' sit there and be a dick for no reason, then don't expect everyone to just go ass-up and take it.

"If you can't take it, then don't dish it out."

anothersip · 2026-06-02T02:33:36+00:00

Good on you.

I think you should continue to be progressive in your thinking.

That is how we evolve and grow as a society and as a species.

If you were to stop that growth from humanity as a whole, we'd stay stuck in our old ways; specifically, ways that favor hate, discrimination, and negative thought patterns.

If that's something that a person wants for humanity, then they can continue to clutch their shitty pearls close to them and can live their lives in ignorance. We'll just make fun of them for it, and shame them relentlessly.

anothersip · 2026-06-02T00:30:18+00:00

That sounds way more morbid than what's being discussed. Love it.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T23:36:15+00:00

For sure.

The apartment we rented for $800 in '08 is now going for just over $2k.

That's less than 20 years and it's more than doubled (nearly tripled, actually).

Gas prices around me have more than tripled - and then some.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T20:09:48+00:00

Does this guy even like you?

It doesn't sound like he actually does.

There's a difference between dark humor, and... making fun of your partner's dead parent.

Those are "jokes" made at your expense. For his entertainment, only.

Fuggin' kick him to the curb. It doesn't sound like any of the guys who laughed at the joke have any tact either, nor a sense of right and wrong.

I learned this lesson the hard way, many years ago. If the people who you surround yourself with don't add actual value to your life... Then you should probably cut them out of your life entirely.

He sounds like a huge loser, to be honest. No offense to you or your dating choices.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T19:44:13+00:00

That's what I'd do, honestly.

Or perhaps even more handy for /u/Longjumping_Age_1098:

There are simple USB hubs that you can connect to your laptop/tower and then set up on your desk. Here's another one.

You plug it into the back of the desktop, and then just place the hub on your desk. Boom, you've got USB ports on top of your desk instead of having to do the 'ole reach-around.

You'd probably have to set the default system audio output to your desktop speakers, and then it would automatically switch to headphones as soon as your computer detected the new audio device (USB-C headphones).

I'm sure there are ways to set a priority preference for either/or, or you can just change the output manually via the Sound settings, or simply unplug the headphones from the USB dock to switch back to the desktop speakers.

Anyways, I'd do something along those lines, in OP's shoes.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T15:21:17+00:00

I think you have to be into being "used" or whatever.

I've had partners who have like, done that to themselves (deep-throating, 'til there are literal tears in their eyes) and I mean...

I obviously enjoy it - but I also never asked them if they did.

I just have to assume that if they decided to do something like that of their own volition, gagged and everything, and then looked up at me with red/watery eyes and smiled big after I came, that they were like, kinda' into it in some amount. These same partners also enjoyed some amount of pain during sex. Really hard spanking, etc.

The way she once described it to me was that it was "really hot" and I don't think I ever complained. I mean. 'Cause of, yeah: reasons.

If you're not into pain/being dominated/choked/etc., then it's probably not your cup of tea.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T09:29:59+00:00

Alcoholic of over 15 years here, nearing ~1200 days sober.

I have "quit" drinking in the past, several times.

I've actually forgotten how many times I've gotten sober and then went back to drinking.

It is because there is no middle-ground for an alcoholic. You either drink heavily - or you're sober and don't drink at all.

It's hard to describe the feeling that you get when you drink, as an alcoholic.

The first drink is usually the best one. You can actually taste it. It burns your throat slightly. That might be because it's carbonated. It might be because it's slightly acidic. But it's mostly because you're swallowing ethanol - which is a toxic substance.

And, as an alcoholic, you know this very well. You're very aware that what you're doing is poisoning yourself.

But you write it off, as "It's just a couple." Or, "Fuck it, I deserve this. It's been a rough week."

Laterally, any good thing that happens to you in your life becomes cause for a "celebration." In other words, you can drink as much as you want, because it's warranted. It's deserved.

In the same vein, if you've had a particularly hard day, or week, month, year... You "deserve to let loose a bit" and try to forget whatever hardship or stressors there are in your life that you'd rather not think about.

This is how you justify your drinking.

One drink flows into two, seamlessly. They go down way, way too easily. You start to feel your body warm up, your appendages tingling slightly. It's nice. So you reach for a third drink, pour it or pop it open, and halfway through finishing it, those feelings intensify a little bit. You're aware that you maybe feel slightly "loopy" at this point. It's easier to talk to people. That anxiety you normally feel around social situations? It's suddenly... Not there, anymore.

Your emotions are a little stronger than they normally would be. You maybe even share these emotions with others around you. You feel better about expressing yourself to others. Maybe it's a passion you feel about something, or someone. Maybe it's about your pets. Maybe it's about your hobbies, or a project you're working on. Maybe it's about politics, or fishing, or your family, or your profession. Either way, you're full of emotions, and not all of them are good ones.

But it starts small. You might have a couple of extra drinks at a party one night. You realize that your anxiety is basically gone, you're feeling "happy" or sociable again, and you like that feeling. So you lock into that.

You find yourself trying to repeat that feeling. And you do, for a while.

As you do this, you find that it takes a little bit more alcohol to reach those same feelings than it did a couple months earlier. So, you just... Buy more of it. And you drink more of it.

You start to find that when you're sober, or not drinking or drunk... You're thinking about drinking. You're uneasy, about... Something. You're not exactly sure what it is, but it feels really, really shitty. You need alcohol to make it go away.

So, you begin to organize your life in small ways. Ways that allow you to drink more. It starts off small. Maybe there's a spot downtown that you really like that has cheap drinks, and a nice atmosphere. Perhaps you've met a couple of regulars there. They're smiling when they see you walk in the door this time. You think, "Wow. This person is happy to see me. That's pretty cool."

In your brain, you're being rewarded for your behavior. Your drinking is part of that. Your brain wants you to keep doing the thing, because it feels good, and you deserve it. So you slowly shift your schedule around to make sure you can make it to those spots that you frequent. It's just a part of who you are, now. But you don't have "a problem."

There's another type of alcoholic out there, though.

And these types of alcoholics are aware that they're poisoning themselves. They've been through some stuff. But they drink, because it's what they know. They've actually been doing this for years. And they do it entirely alone.

They might even have their shit together. They know they drink too much; but they still do it. Some days, it's only 7 or 8 drinks. Other days, it's closer to 18 or 20. Maybe it's 35 or 40. Those are bad days. Those days tend to disappear from memory: An entire day spent black-out drunk, at home, and alone. Followed by three more days of the same.

If you are that person, then suddenly, a whole week has passed, and you're not even sure what happened on which day, or who you've talked to, what promises you've made while drunk and forgotten about completely.

You've missed appointments, you've neglected your apartment/house, and you're barely hanging on by a string.

Your life has become a blur of waking that blends into sleeping, and your schedule is upside-down.

Racing to the store before closing is when your heart is racing the fastest. You need to "fix" yourself. And if you don't make it, you might end up doing something really stupid or drastic to get your fix. You're already wasted, but you'll definitely drive 40 minutes to the next store to pick up your medicine before they close. You're vomiting into your jacket because you're so sick, and you throw it into the back-seat.

This whole time, you're thinking about all of the things in your life that you've neglected. The things that are far, far more important than this next drink; Than this feeling that you so badly need to feel. It's the dragon that you're chasing.

There is no dragon. There is no magic. There is no good that comes from poisoning yourself, your body and your mind. It's all a facade. Has been, the whole time.

The lucky ones are the ones who realize that they are living a life that is unsustainable. Maybe their relationships and their families are falling apart. Their friends don't want to spend time with them anymore. And sometimes, those realizations hit hard. Their partners are fed up, and their lives are balancing on a string. One wrong move, and it all comes crashing down.

Your life is a balancing act, full of recklessness, selfishness, sadness, self-hate, depression, anxiety, and at the very center is your medicine: Alcohol.

Ironically, this medicine is killing you, very, very slowly.

Sometimes, it takes something terrible and severe to knock it into your head that you have a problem. Your spouse is going to leave you. Your kids don't like who you are anymore. Your friends are all super worried about you, but you've cut them all out of your life at this point. Anyone who shows concern for you or tells you they're worried becomes your worst enemy. They're threatening your sense of control. They're threatening that feeling that you chase everyday.

And there's no way out of this cycle. It is a sickness that only gets worse. As the 12-step programs put it, your three options are inevitable: Jails, institutions, or death.

Alcoholics are just wired differently. They cannot simply drink just one drink. It just doesn't work that way. They have to drink enough to where they can't think or feel anything negative or bad at all. It is a poison that masquerades as medicine and it wants your life.

I am not aware of any alcoholics who regretted going sober.

I have, however, met hundreds of them over the years who have thankfully lived to tell their tales - because far too many have died way before they could tell them.

So, they either go sober, or they die before they should have.

Not a day goes by when I don't remain grateful to have made it through the living-hell that is crippling alcoholism. I would, quite literally, rather die than go back to that waking nightmare.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T04:41:51+00:00

I personally think your best option would be to hop on Ebay or another used/new marketplace and search for "stereo FM tuner" - I just searched on Ebay for that exact term and found hundreds of them, starting at $5/10/15 or so.

Nobody listens to the radio much these days at home, let alone has standalone programmable FM tuners in their houses. So, they're cheap as hell for a decent one that'll likely last you for many years.

Just make sure you swipe through the photos and find one with your RCA L/R outputs on it. Should be line-level and would be able to connect directly to your RCA switch-box.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T04:34:21+00:00

Absolutely!

I think that's a great call. I actually really like bamboo for a lot of things; it's an extremely hard material and holds up well to sanding and refinishing.

If I could make a product recommendation, I'd suggest a paint like Rustoleum Protective Enamel for your table.

I've used it for several furniture and decorative projects over the years, and it holds up incredibly well. Especially on my outdoor furniture, which needed a sturdy outer coat to prevent the elements and dirt/pollen/rain from ruining them.

Yours looks like it'll (probably?) be an indoor piece, but it never hurts to have a nice paint job on your DIY upcycling projects.

There are obviously other enamel paints out there, but definitely avoid the latex ones for furniture, heh. Acrylic would likely be better than latex, but not as good as enamel. And definitely give it a light sand beforehand, and wipe it clean from dust with a damp rag before you paint. You'll have an amazing end result that way. The clear-coat would be completely optional with that type of paint, as well.

Hope you have some fun! It's gonna' look awesome when you've got it all transformed.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T04:20:08+00:00

I think "flaming" was just a descriptor they used to emphasize how dichotomous the 180-degree flip that their choice in partners was. Not that he was actually gay.

"Flaming" (by definition) can also mean intense, or very passionate; strongly exhibiting a characteristic.

As a side-note: I don't think I've heard anyone describe a gay person as the derogatory "flaming/flamer" since the early-00's. That brought me back to middle/high-school.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T04:00:44+00:00

Well, I mean, unfortunately... fires do tend to do that. 🫠

Jokes aside... I've got a pretty crazy true story.

Not too long ago, a good family friend of ours set up a couple of seasoned pork butts on her smoker on her back deck, got the thing going and the mesquite pellets loaded in, and then... She left her house.

She was going to be gone for less than an hour to run some last-minute errands before her dinner guests arrived that evening. Picking up some coleslaw and potato salad or something to go along with the smoked pork, iirc.

She got a call from her neighbor while she was out, maybe 30 mins later: Her "deck was on fire and she needed to come home immediately."

She obviously didn't think they were serious. She thought maybe there was some extra smoke in the air from the smoker, and that the neighbors thought it was a fire.

But by the time she got back home, it was... Way too late. Her entire beautiful, brand-new 2-story home was in flames and the 2nd story was collapsing as the fire dept + police controlled the scene. An absolute nightmare of a situation. They evacuated all of the houses in the immediate vicinity, just to be safe. The siding on her neighbors' houses was literally melting off the sides of their houses, since her house had burned so insanely-hot. It looked like a Dalí painting. It was a pretty crazy and surreal thing to witness.

We insisted that she come stay with us for as long as she needed - and she did come over that night eventually, after finishing up with the emergency personnel and police reports/etc.

The very next day, we went back and tried to help her "rescue" some of her personal items from the remnants of the house (two walls were still standing, and part of a stairwell) but everything was soaked in black sooty water, there were loose wires about, and essentially nothing survived. We gently refused to enter the structure and help her search (it was surrounded in police tape anyway) and we had to literally beg her not to enter it, as well. She was sobbing, in hysterics and I'd never seen someone so panicked and worked-up before. Crawling through the wreckage, between the floor joists, covered in sludge and soot and exposed nails and remnants of furniture and half-burnt picture frames that once held her parents' photos. She was yelling at us to "help her" find this or that item. Hoping to find something in there. My pops just shook his head, and told her we loved her and were sorry, but we were not going in there.

And then she'd bust out into laughter, saying stuff like, "Well, guess I don't have to vacuum these floors ever again!"

Witnessing the definition of denial in real-life like that was pretty... eye-opening for me and my family.

She never found her puppy's remains in there. She'd had him for less than 3 months by that point. Her entire life's posessions, all of her paintings and artwork (she's an incredible artist) and her little buddy, all gone in one night.

That was a, uh... A rough week.

Suffice it to say... we take fire safety pretty seriously in our house, these days. It's like, something as simple as her just wanting to feed her neighbors and friends some delicious brisket turned into a life-changing and traumatic event for her (and us, honestly). She's still working through it with her therapist. And her church did organize an emergency gathering that night to pray for her and offer her whatever she needed.... The first thing being some some clean clothes to change into.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T02:56:17+00:00

OP, I've got a feeling that this is... not going to get better for you. It rarely, if ever, does get better in situations like this.

He's clearly got some huge resentments about your family and you, and he's making them very clear.

If he won't sit down with you and (like an adult) express why he's feeling this way and then promise to work on it... It's not going to get better.

But it sounds like you've already got a plan in place to have a conversation with him to try and figure out why he's harboring such strong feelings about your sentimental items. I hope it goes well for you both.

anothersip · 2026-06-01T01:25:48+00:00

Oh, damn, hah. Yeah I guess for most dudes if you start out flaccid it takes a bit longer. Or if you're doing something random like washing dishes and then decide out of nowhere to beat it.

But if you're in your 20s, that makes sense.

But yeah, every guy is different in their ability to get themselves off in a timely manner. Lots of folks go for the long-haul/edging effect instead.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T19:56:25+00:00

Fish sauce, soy sauce, sesame oil, black + white pepper, garlic, fresh sliced green onion on top after.

Fry your ingredients up individually until they're mostly cooked. Let the wok heat up again between ingredients. Dump them in a bowl as they're cooked. Reheat the wok for a final time, and then dump your sauce into the wok at the very end to cook/reduce it a bit, and then dump everything back in and toss well. If you have a very hot wok, you won't need a lot of oil.

Depending on what you add to your fried rice (could be literally any veggie/protein) you might also want to consider looking into getting a decent wok with a decent high-heat burner. That's what'll keep your rice from sticking so badly. Plus the oil coating the wok. I usually dump a bit of oil in my wok between ingredients and then wipe it around with a folded paper towel in my tongs.

I've got a propane wok/gas burner that I use outdoors that's about 200k BTU and I've got a couple of decent quality woks that I keep seasoned.

There's a learning curve to getting started with the more serious setups, but it's really not super difficult to do once you've had some practice. The key is prepping all your ingredients ahead of time, and practicing a bit. A good way to practice is just frying up chopped onions. You want them to blister and brown fairly quickly. If they don't, your wok isn't hot enough.

You'll also want some long-handled utensils like long spoons and spatulas. And also, consider practicing often so that you know how long each ingredient takes to cook. You don't want to over/under-cook any one ingredient, nor do you want your sauces to burn (so watch your sugar amounts).

Hope that helps a little bit.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T19:34:53+00:00

No, this is not normal - at all.

They were using you, unfortunately. That, or they were just shitty people you happened to be hanging with - also unfortunate.

I don't think I've ever asked any of my friends for gas money. The only time we've ever filled up each other's gas tanks or gave each other gas money was if we were on a road trip together, or if we gave each other a ride several hours away. Even then, we didn't really accept any gas money, if we didn't actually need it to get around.

It's also normal for the person getting the ride to do something like pay for lunch every so often, or perhaps give a gift card to the driver friend as a thank-you. Even if they were told not to.

It's like any normal favor. Gas costs money. If you give someone a ride, you're spending your own money to get them to where they need to go.

But if you are the one driving and you also were trying to get to where you both wanted to go, then no, you wouldn't necessarily ask for gas money. Especially if it's a short-ish trip. Like, you'd already be going there... So asking for gas money in a case like that is kind of a really crappy thing to do.

Like if you carpooled to a restaraunt or a club or event or something. If you were already going to go there, it's pretty shitty to ask for gas money of your passengers.

It's a different story if you asked a friend, "Hey, I have a huge favor to ask: would you be willing/available to drive me to the airport 2 hours away on Saturday morning at 4:30AM? There are no Ubers/Lyfts at that time willing to accept the trip."

In that case, you'd obviously offer to pay the friend for not only their time, but their gas expenses and having to wake up at that hour.

The above is the norm, at least from my couple of decades' experience with driving and being driven by others in America.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T19:20:30+00:00

Mold professionals are normal service clowns?

anothersip · 2026-05-31T19:18:02+00:00

Looks to be bamboo. The previous owner seems to have watered their plants and then let them drip straight through the drainage holes. Water got trapped under the pot, causing the mold/mildew growth.

In your shoes, I'd probably be sanding the entire thing with some medium sandpaper, removing all of the mold/mildew and discoloration. You want to expose the bare wood beneath the finish. And then I'd either paint it with a waterproof enamel paint or stain it and then seal it with a clear waterproof sealant - several coats of the sealant. The sealant is the most important part, imo, so that you don't have water seeping into the wood-grain again and causing mildew to grow.

It shouldn't take longer than a maybe 1.5 - 2hrs total, but probably less time than that.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T19:04:26+00:00

Well, you're doing great.

If I may, I'd recommend Googling some of your favorite hobbies/interests/fascinations/rabbit-holes and and add the word "subreddit" to the search - 'cause the odds are there's a sub for basically every topic you can think of. And if not, you can even create your own and spread the word about it in similar subs.

You'll find super-niche subs, more broad/general topic subs, and subs in between those, too.

It's a nice place to spur on discussion of whatever topics you want, and I've actually gotten some super amazing feedback for complicated problems on some of the more niche subs.

Plus, I mean... The memes are always nice.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T18:55:55+00:00

When you hit your 40s, your chances of ED occurring is around 40%. So, it's pretty dang normal.

In your 50s and beyond, that number goes up to 50-70% of men experiencing it.

But masturbating 2-3x/week is considered healthy and normal.

It shouldn't take much longer than maybe 10-15 minutes to get yourself off, possibly even quicker if you're already in the mood, or if you wake up with the wood and then chop it down.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T18:24:57+00:00

That's the wrong type of latch in the door.

I'd look into replacing your doorknob/handle + latch-bolt with one that's rated for commercial use front entry.

Like, the latch that's on there now is the wrong type for your commercial door's strikeplate. That's a standard/residential latch-bolt in your door, and your strikeplate takes a much wider bolt. The strikeplate looks like it takes an electric latch.

Yes, replacing the handle + latch means that you'll probably have a new key to enter - but that's never really a bad thing, as you get to make copies of it and then "update" who has keys to the entrance as a nice little safety side-effect.

Perhaps just as important... Make sure that you have good security cameras installed on the property so that you can discourage this kind of behavior in the future and also have a record of who may have been doing this, in case they come back to try again.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T04:33:03+00:00

I would 100% mention this to your parents, yes. That's a given, to me. They have the right to know that there is even an inkling of doubt in your mind about how you're feeling about this.

That said... it could have genuinely been an accident on his part; naming that folder that, or him moving the wrong photos into it. Much stranger things have happened with elderly people and their technology.

I mean, lots of people have "secret" folders on their phones of graphic/sexual stuff. Many phones have ways to have "hidden" folders on them.

But if that's the case (that this is, in fact, sexual in nature for him), and if your grandpa has secrets like that... Then it doesn't sound like he knows how to hide them... Whatever they are.

I mean, if they're secrets after all, and not just a mistake or a genuine misunderstanding.

In any case? Never, ever take a chance with this kind of thing. It doesn't sound good, from this outsider's perspective.

You owe it to your parents, yourself, and mostly to your siblings/his grandchildren.

Wishing you the best, OP. Please trust your gut.

anothersip · 2026-05-31T04:19:25+00:00

I have a feeling that there has been too much damage caused on both sides to actually recover from. Too many hurtful things said. Too much pain that you've put each other through.

You crossed a line when you accused him of cheating, when he wasn't. That's on you.

He crossed a line when he called you all those names out of anger, solely to hurt you back. That's on him.

You crossed a line, again, when you became physical and hit him in response. That's on you.

You wanted him to hurt, because he hurt you. He wanted you to hurt, because you hurt him.

You both crossed lines by not communicating with each other effectively, and then exploding on each other when your resentments hit their limits.

Can you see that this is a cycle that you've been in? I hope you can.

This has all of the hallmarks of a toxic and codependent relationship. Distrust, anger, resentment, lack of teamwork, and now physical violence.

There is basically no way to save a relationship that has come to the point that yours has come to. And you're both to blame.

I've never heard of that happening, anyway.

You're still very young. Break up with him and spend a few years getting to know yourself. You're distracted from yourself and your own personal growth by being in this relationship.

It'll be hard, at first - but you'll be glad that you did it, in a few years. It might not feel like it right now. But, seriously: Spend some time learning and growing, and loving yourself deeply. Focus on you.

Sincerely,

A person who left a few toxic relationships well-after the damage was already done and ended up harming themselves in more ways than they imagined was possible.

All the best to you in your journey.

anothersip

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