You can’t please everyone, so pick the audience you want to write to. If you don’t care what angry white guys think, then create your characters however you like.

She may have self esteem issues. She could be codependent.

My stepmother did these sorts of things in the beginning, but she was still in her twenties at that time. I didn’t understand then (being just a kid ofc) but I’ve forgiven her now. And to her credit she’s mellowed quite a bit as well. But this peace was many many years in the making. I think you both should seek couple’s therapy to raise and discuss both of your issues in a safe loving space, and it may become clear during those sessions that she needs to also have individual therapy.

If she balks at couple’s therapy, then THAT is a red flag.

Nah, it just felt like it because it costs so much to start the machine.

The last American Civil War pension recipient died in 2020.

The last cathode-ray tube televisions were made in 2015.

My 2006 RX factory radio unit had cassette and cd decks. Sometime around 2012, I remember feeling like I had unlocked a secret backdoor because an audiobook that I wanted from the library had a crazy long waitlist for the cd edition. I hadnt used cassettes in decades, but somehow I had the idea to check to see if they offered that audiobook on cassette. They did! And it was available to check out immediately!

I replaced the radio in that car shortly after that because I needed a bluetooth connection and handsfree capability.

Yes. Because for the kids that show up at my door without a costume, candy is probably not in their family budget, at all, ever. I load em up.

Guam?

My pet peeve about these gutters is 4 way intersections where the city planner put stop signs for the direction that doesn’t have to cross the gutters, and makes the gutter-crossing direction the primary right of way. We have to essentially come to a slow roll to not bottom out, just give us the stop signs as a heads up that we’re approaching a hazard that eats undercarriages.

I agree, but the one person I knew who did this was a rich asshole. He had zero fucks to give.

I imagined all the details for the items, but didn’t pay attention to the person. I don’t like looking at people’s faces.

Snek is just killing time.

What kind of work do they get into?

Probably pop tarts and diet coke

Mick & Keith really are a couple of wet blankets.

I just watched the documentary Free Solo last weekend. I have never been climbing, not because I didn’t want to. But now I also don’t want to.

Same. But with a tank on so you can breathe, and a weight belt to help keep you under, you can focus on figuring out if your ears will allow it.

Just swimming or snorkeling with no weight belt, I struggle to stay underwater, and my brain has a hard time being patient with my ears, while I’m trying to paddle with one hand & hold my nose with the other so I can equalize.

My ears give me difficulties too. You can try it out in a pool if you find classes. A divemaster finally showed me how to bend and twist my head while equalizing my ears to get my narrow ear passages to allow air to move around. Now I can usually manage a second dive when going out.

Lollll, my husband’s 1990 T-bird was the same, and when he got pulled over, the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going. “85, officer” (with Puss in Boots innocent eyes). The cop sputtered “you idiot, that’s not…that’s… your speedometer only goes that high!”, but wrote him the ticket for 85 instead of whatever irresponsible & arrestable number it really was.

I got up that high on a race track once. It was one of those “drive a nascar” experience things. They used older models but they would still move. I couldn’t get up any higher than that because it was only a 3/4 mile oval. By the time I was accelerating on the straightaway, it was time to decelerate for the turns.

On public roads, I have done 180 kph in Germany (and still got passed).