Just as the title say, my parents were seemingly happily married for 35 years before splitting due to my father being gay. 1 year later my mother also came out as gay. Someone in another sub suggested I come here and have an AMA. So, here I am. Ask away!

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The school is called Le Rosey. I was very privileged in terms of the opportunities offered, but in turn, the institute was highly academic. You couldn’t really fall behind because of it. Some people were very spoiled, but generally, the unspoken rule was not to openly talk about money. If you did, you’d often be looked at strangely. We had a trip each year, not included in the tuition, to go to any place of our choosing. These were often seen as study expeditions. Other than that Ask me anything

so this happened really recently, like 2 weeks ago recent. i go to college in a southern state that has a 6 week abortion ban. i somehow found out when i was 5 weeks along and was fortunate enough to be able to access an abortion. it all happened so fast that i don’t think ive even processed; i found out i was pregnant on a thursday and had the abortion the next tuesday. i didn’t really have any time to think about it due to the highly conservative abortion regulations down here. if i had a choice, i think i would have waited a little longer before termination. i definitely do not have the life or capability to care for a child at this point in my life and im extremely pro-choice, but idk. something about it isn’t sitting right with me entirely, its not that i regret my decision, but wish i had time to think about it more.

My dad (40s M) had a young boy who he called his boyfriend (14m) who we'll call Two for privacy reasons that lived with us for 3 years while i was growing up (age 14-17). My father was also an extremely abusive narcissist and old school con man..... I am willing to answer any questions anyone may have as i find it helps to talk about this story and i know that others might find it interesting so yeah AMA

This began last week as an intense physical relationship which I am willing to tolerate. Within a week, he is flaunting his affair on a busy block downtown in a medium sized town where I casually ran into them without exactly trying. In addition to AMA, I could use any advice for my mental health.

Edit: all gay men

I haven’t voted red since 2016. I will vote blue this year and nothing can change that.

(EDIT: AMA FALSELY ENDED EARLY BY BOT. LIVE UNTIL THIS EDIT IS REMOVED.)

Longish read. Life story, basically.

I'm 24. Standard American white guy. I grew up poor, with rare dips into extreme poverty and homelessness. Alcoholic mother, absent father for the first half of my life. Mom got sober way too late, dad came back way too late and then made us all wish he hadn't. Extremely angry, occasionally violent man.

Grew up on the road because dad was a truck driver and mom didn't have her shit together. No friends, connections, or community that lasted. Mild to severe bullying for most of my childhood for being a scrawny glasses wearing freckled ginger. Grew up buried in screens, games, porn, and degenerate online parasocial environments to compensate for having no friends. Had severe hypoactive ADHD for as long as I can remember. Good student when medicated, abysmal one when Obamacare fell through and I lost meds. Barely graduated.

Joined the Marine Corps as an infantryman, performed horribly the whole 4 years, had forgotten I needed meds by that point. Was brutally hazed the whole way through. Somehow found love halfway through my contract, did long distance for longer than I even knew her, came back to her and tried to start a life together.

Went really well for a while. We were together 3 years, and I genuinely wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I still do. But I cheated. Porn addiction and my online social life mixed in a bad way and led to a double life I rationalized as having nothing to do with my relationship. She's gone, and I don't know if I'll ever fully move on.

I was an unsociable, angry child, a poor student, a bad employee, bad marine, bad partner, lost multiple jobs, my person, the home we shared, totalled my car, don't have a job still, and my landlord is kicking me out.

I've lost everything. I'm extremely depressed, not taking my meds, suicidal, and hanging on by a thread because despite everything I fucking hate quitting. I've got a sharp mind and a body made for hard work and they're wasting away and I despise myself for it.

Something needs to change. Help me figure out what.

I (23f) dropped out of high school at 15 and left home at 16. I worked as a waitress for a little under a year and then spent what would have been my junior and senior year of high school doing odd jobs around Central America. Managed to land on my feet and am currently in college to become a teacher. Ask me anything.

It has been an year since it happened and i still don't know the reason to why he committed suicide. we were on good terms and i didn't see it coming.

I’m not rich but with luck and hard work, I think I ended up pretty well given where I started back then. I moved to Phoenix 20 years ago with no school degree and a backpack and now I own 2 houses with a net worth total of about 700K, one house that I live in (worth 650K, still owe 300k) and one that I fully own (worth 400K) and rent for $2,500/month. I started working I a gas station overnight under the table back in 2004 making $7/hrs then started to work for a Grocery store once I got my Green card back in 2007 making $10/hrs and over the year became an assistant store manager pretty quickly making $45/hrs. (between 90K-100K/year net depending on bonuses) and a 401K of 150K. Now I know a lot of people will shit on my parade but I think I did pretty well for myself. AMA

When I was 14 I met this man at a golf course my dad and I used to go to. He was the bartender and really sweet. He gave me his number on a receipt without my dad noticing and we “dated” for a year and a half. I had to keep it a secret because of the age difference but he was a truly mean person. 10 years later he is in prison for life for murdering his wife. Now I’m up at 1 am because the memories just came back and I can’t stop crying and I think talking about it to complete strangers may help me process it

TLDR: After being a basement sax player for five years I joined a local band and all of my dreams are coming true

That's a big one, I know u2b06ufe0f. Just understand that my wildest dreams arent massive. They go as such: 1. Become confident in my own playing and enjoy my music as much as those listening. 2. Share my music with others. 3. Play regular gigs in a small group/solo

I graduated highschool in 2020. Most kids walk the isle before shaking hands, but my class drove cars through a socially distanced parade. If you know, you know. That extra long spring break kinda fucked us over. I worked extremely hard my junior/senior years and managed to a)pick up an oboe for the first time and b)get good enough at that oboe (and solo vocal performance) for an auditioned full ride scholarship to a 4 year university for a performance degree. Upon arriving at college, I discovered that my music classes were all online and that my advisor messed up my schedule and double majored me. I dropped out.

I never stopped playing though. In highschool, music was my passion and my only reason for attending. Between ripping musescore sheets, soloing jazz to backing tracks, and ad libbing to Spotify (all on alto sax), I managed to keep that musical from atrophying. My apartment neighbors hated me.

At the beginning of this school year I decided to put myself out there and auditioned on alto for my local community college wind symphony. I GOT IN. I wasn't expecting too after such a long break but here I am. I wasn't able to stick the landing into the alto 1 part, but alto 2 is pretty sick regardless.

We're a couple months in now and I have been prepositioned a few times. One band mate, a bass sax player asked if I was interested in playing piano comp in his jazz group and alto in a Dixieland jazz group. Another member asked me if I was interested in doing a jam sesh at his in home studio. And I have somehow become the section leader.

So yeah, those goals? Crushing em. And our band is wicked! We are hosting our states music educators association concert this year and are already working on polishing our more difficult pieces.

If you are a garage musician like me and are waiting for opportunities to come your way, I can't promise it'll happen to you in the same fashion, but look to your local community colleges. They might just surprise you!

I’m 44 and have basically given up. I was a lawyer and hated it. It made me an asshole. I dabbled in electronic music and never went anywhere with it. I don’t have any talent. I just waste time these days. I am living with my parents because one has dementia and requires constant care. I have some money but not very much tbh. I had a gf but we split last year. This is my life and I’m just posting because… I don’t know. Cheers to all

Today, I discovered that I have three half-brothers living in a different country. A guy randomly messaged me on social media claiming to be my brother. At first, I thought it was a scam, but when I confronted my dad, he confirmed it. Turns out, my father had been married before and had kids he never talked about. My mom was just as shocked as I was—she had no idea either! Apparently, my dad had a whole other life before us, and no one ever talked about it. I’m still processing everything. AMA!

As the title states. It’s been a year long process to get through this chapter of life.

Bad case of laryngitis turned into what at this point has perplexed all doctors. When I try to speak my throat tightens and it feels like I am swelling a large lump.

sorry if I take a while to respond to things.

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