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Cake day: September 2nd, 2023

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  • I’m banned from Hollister.

    As a teen, my sister & I were trying on clothes, and we realized that it was nearly the alloted time when our mom was going to pick us up. If we were late… there would be hell to pay and we wouldn’t to be able to go out for a while. So I scrambled out of the clothes, and, in a rush to not drop any of the stuff I was trying on, I stuffed it all into a pair of pants and draped it over the hanger for clothes you don’t plan to purchase outside of the dressing room. We thanked the attendant and headed for the exit.

    Suddenly, she was following us. As we exited the store, she yelled from the entrance “You are banned from ever setting foot in here again!! I will call security if I ever see you!!!” pointing at me. I was already in a rush, so I was confused af.

    The only thing I can think I did was putting clothes in the pants…? Did she think it was a shoplifting attempt…? But I had legt it behind…? I dunno.

    Anyhow, I’ve literally never purchased anything from there before or after. I hung with goth kids. I was just there because my sister liked it. Lol Plus, it was so ridiculously dark in there, you could barely see anything anyhow. No desire to shoplift their tiny, low-quality clothes. Ever.

    It closed down years ago. I still remember that angry woman & how stunningly confused I was lol

    EDIT: oh… the title says “fun places”… oops.

    Well… to make up for wasting people’s time, I also got banned from our local county fair because my sister’s idiot friends were throwing coins at people from one of rides that went up in the air.


  • D-amphetamine salt combo. Stimulant.

    Tried several meds beforehand, many just made me nauseated or straight-up didn’t work, so my doc prescribed me “generic adderall”.

    Changed my entire life. No longer fucking stuff up (as much lol) or living in filth. I have a memory now. I have energy. I get out of bed now and don’t uncontrollably fall asleep sporadically throughout the day anymore. I have the courage to try new things. My anxiety is at all-time low.

    I don’t have insurance and a months supply costs me around 35$ - 40$ with a goodRX coupon. I have a wonderful pharmacy that doesn’t treat me like a criminal, and I’m so thankful and happy.

    Been on meds for 10+ years now!


  • There was a guy on cam sites who has a fetish involving American cheese slices, eg. covering body parts with it, etc.

    Girls would get really excited when they came into their chat, as he was kind of like a cryptid sighting. He was super chill and professional and private forums would tell stories about their experiences with him. Lovingly admired by the community.

    Involving unsuspecting & unconsenting people into your kink/fetish? That dude’s a fucking loser and should go away forever.







  • It was around 6 years ago, at this point. I’m safe now.

    I’m lucky he wasn’t a smart man! Manipulation is one hell of a drug. Also, drugs are one hell of a drug! I finally initiated the divorce because he punched a hole in the wall. That wasn’t the final straw… it was actually me finding nearly 50 cans of duster (canned air) in the wall that did it.

    Yeah, I’m not sure I ever “came back”, unfortunately. Dealing with the aftermath is not fun.

    But I’m happy to finally have a safe & stable environment of my own now. Peace is all I crave now. I’m fortunate to finally have some.


  • I started putting the pieces together during the divorce. Several aliases were given when my lawyer looked into it. Lots of info came out a long while after, though.

    Among other things, I found out that he had not been employed where he said he was for a long while, he lied about work “potlucks” in which he “was supposed to bring a dish or a cash donation for food” (he would tell me only an hour or so before these “events”), his therapy attendance, his mandate AA attendance (he had a sponser lie for him in exchange for god knows what), his family experience, his education background, his travels, where he acquired items & appliances, what happened to my pets, etc.

    It got real dark. I ran into an old mutual friend after the divorce that I had not spoken to for a looong time. He asked what my ex had “ended up doing with the cat.” I was shocked. My cat mysteriously went missing during our marriage, so I asked what he meant. He said that my ex came over and asked what he should do with “an annoying cat that kept coming to [our] house”, and they had given advice about shelters and websites where he could give the cat away. There was never a cat that came to our house. Only my cat. I never saw him again.

    That relationship was an actual psychological horror. There’s soooo much more, but that’s some of it.