I had a mental breakdown and dropped out of college and I’m stuck with debt that I’ll never pay off :agony-deep:
I impulsively got a tattoo of the three arrows before finding out it had anti-communist connotations.
Oh fuck lol. I have a worse tattoo that I have to warn people about when getting intimate for the first time, but I don’t want to dox myself. I wish I just had three arrows, but I feel you that is embarrassing.
FWIW I’m in an org with an anarchist with three arrows and I’ve never thought less of him for it.
Met a guy on grindr a couple months back who was an absolute charming sweetheart, absolute gentleman who would pick me up in his car and drive off on what he called “our daily adventure”. On top of that he was really fucking good looking, well-muscled and in shape with really broad shoulders, tan skinned, muscled arms, lots of tattoos and a mischievous smile. He was just oozing with like really rugged masculine charm.
We’re both of Mexican descent (I was born in Mexico he was born in Orange County) but he didn’t know Spanish so he got a kick out of learning Spanish from me, and got to a really basic kindergarten level (enough to talk to his dad who was deported back to Mexico a few years back).
Sex was incredible, we had a real nice rapport and we would often fuck around in rooms for hours on end that he would pay for and eat out and hang on his dime (always insisted on paying no matter what, and sometimes would tuck a hundred dollar bill in my back pocket), and he kept toying with the idea of making us “official” when we would cuddle afterwards.
It all came crashing apart when he revealed 5 months into dating that
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He’s a member of a south side pomona mexican gang and that the tattoos indicated which set he belonged to and that the reason why we hung out at very specific spots and sometimes refused to go to certain areas was because his gang was at conflict with the Crips.
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He made a living selling cocaine, heroin, meth and ecstasy and that’s why he always was flush with money.
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He met me when he recently came out of his third stint in prison
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He was MARRIED and had 5 kids, the oldest of which was 15 years old already
So I had to respectfully cut that relationship short and keep it at friendship level, which led to near-daily phone calls of him calling in tears begging for a second chance and me telling him to take care of his fucking kids and wear a fucking condom if he’s gonna fuck around.
We’re on friendly terms rn, and he told me he’s toying with the idea of going to community college to get into carpentry/woodworking which I told him if he does, I would tap my dad to get him a job as a union-carpenter but this is 100% a ploy to get in my pants again since he seems non-committal about it.
My L is that every single guy I have any kind of rapport with of any kind is always either deep into crime or harboring a really serious addiction to meth/heroin.
He’s a member of a south side pomona mexican gang and that the tattoos indicated which set he belonged to and that the reason why we hung out at very specific spots and sometimes refused to go to certain areas was because his gang was at conflict with the Crips.
I don’t know why but this twist was really funny to me
Damn that is a crazy twist! Pomona gangs and upland crips can be in some scary business, but it sounded nice while it lasted.
hell yeah mentally ill dropout gang.
i destroyed a relationship with an incredible person i could have spent the rest of my life with out of fear and stupidity.
I was too scared to say “I love you” to the point where it was enough for my ex to break it off
That sucks a lot comrade.
I don’t want to belittle your pain but a lot of us have had to endure earlier versions of ourselves fucking up good relationships, but have gone on to grow and become great partners even with mental illnesses.
My point is that the fact that you fucked up a relationship is not an essential part of you. Sounds like you made an irreconcilable mistake, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be a great partner to somebody eventually.
Not really my fault, but I hooked up with a Nazi chaser appropriating punk aesthetics a few months back. It’s an L not only because I fucked a Nazi but also because he keeps making new profiles after I block him in a really stalkery way, confirming my post-hookup fears
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Yes, that’s an understatement. He became completely obsessed witn me basically immediately, texting me 50 times a day and calling me a goddess and stuff. I held off on blocking for like a week hoping he would just give up and deciding whether.and how it would be safe and worth it to doxx him, but no, even with no replies he was content to write me sonnets and send me cooking videos from 6am every morning. I think this is like the fourth profile I blocked now? I started using grindr from android studio to spoof location easier after this guy.
Shockingly, not the scariest thing that happened to me from that app, but this one won’t go away.
not the scariest thing that happened to me from that app
Holy shit
He knows where you live? Shit. Get a gun, idk, fuck.
So many of these answers are things I’ve done too. Each entry in the thread is like part of a checklist:
Terrible anxiety and can’t talk to people offline (or online usually) + terrible attention span, ✔
Have become entirely unemployable, ✔
Mentally ill dropout, ✔
Low self esteem causing me to sabotage any potential relationship, ✔
One true leftist, ✔
Heroin addict (I’m on subs now), ✔
Once had a psychotic break (though mine was drug induced) and caused irreparable damage to self and relationships, ✔
