Posts by Carl Moore8

Buddy!

Just curious—what's the average age range for everyone hanging out on this forum?

Timothy Fowler said:Hey.
I just finished reading your entire thread. I actually find myself agreeing with you on several points because the parallels are pretty striking. My mother reminds me exactly of your father—she seriously needs to grow up. Growing up was a mess for me; while she was traveling through Europe working with my boyfriend, we were basically left to our own devices. We’d just be stuck in the apartment alone or hanging out with my grandma if she happened to stop by. On top of that, we had my former stepfather around, who was a complete wreck—an alcoholic with severe PTSD. It was a lot to deal with.

I’m not even angry at "Dad" anymore. Honestly, I just think he’s weak. He’s spent the last decade playing the victim and acting pathetic instead of actually getting off his ass and doing something about his life. He hasn't moved an inch because his wife has been footing the bill this whole time, and now we're stuck dealing with the fallout from Mom.
I’d honestly love to just break his nose. I can see him completely destroying his mother, and she’s dealing with serious heart issues as it is. As for why he’s such a complete jerk—apparently, his grandfather was a total womanizer who cheated on my grandmother, and he had to deal with all that trauma as a kid. That might be his story, but it isn't an excuse for treating me like garbage. If anything, it should make him better, especially since I was the perfect child. I never caused any trouble growing up and I was a straight-A student throughout school. He has zero leverage here.

My brother is a complete mess. His son is 21 years old and still hasn't even finished high school, despite being enrolled in private school where they’ve dumped an absolute fortune. I honestly can't wrap my head around his logic. On one hand, he didn't pay a dime in child support for me because there was nothing to claim, yet on the other, he's blowing through $15,000 or more on his kid. When I found out, it left a bad taste in my mouth. I have a decent relationship with my brother now; he's trying to grow up and find some independence, looking for work, but you can see he struggles with confidence, focus, and massive anxiety.

As for inheritance, I'm not expecting a cent. He’s already shown exactly how much he cares. Apparently, he’s trying to sell a commercial property downtown for a huge sum, but this has been dragging on for years because he turned down an offer that would have cleared all his debts and secured his entire family's future. I assume it's just some ego trip combined with greed. It’s hard to feel any sympathy for him at this point.

I don't even know what my own rights are. That's just me being honest. A long time ago, a friend asked me what I wanted to do with my life or what makes me happy, and I had no idea. I’m actually terrified to even want anything because I grew up in a toxic household. I can't get away—if I try to move out for seasonal work, they manipulate me and guilt-trip me until I'm basically paying them back for the privilege of leaving, lol. Since I can't afford to move out on my own, I'm stuck with them for now. It's hard to explain how a 30-year-old can be unable to leave. It's been drilled into my brain that I won't survive on my own. My mother repeats it every single day: everything I do is wrong, whether it's my weight, my hair, or if I'm wearing makeup or not. It's decades of pure brainwashing. As a kid, I didn't realize what was happening to us. Now that I see it clearly, it's even worse because I know I've been screwed over, but I still feel paralyzed. There's this mental block 🙂 when someone spends years telling you the world is terrifying and that you aren't capable of handling an independent life or a real job. How are you supposed to believe that's a lie?

Regarding therapy, I went for a few months when I was 17 during an incredibly stressful period. It was some free center for kids of domestic abuse victims or something like that. The psychologist was young and inexperienced, and frankly, I don't think she took any of us seriously. My brother has been depressed since he was six, my sister ended up in the ICU, and my other sister was physically attacked by our father—I don't even know if it was sexual assault because she never spoke about it. I told her how my former stepfather literally wanted to kill me and threatened to shoot me, and her response was basically suggesting I write him a letter explaining my feelings. 😲 We had one-hour sessions scheduled every week, I think. The goal was to use the testimony in court during the various proceedings my mother initiated against him to show how all us children were suffering because of his behavior. But since he's related to one of the most powerful people in our region, filing police reports didn't accomplish much.
That man eventually ended up in prison years later for about a year. Today, he’s doing great because he has zero responsibilities toward his children. He never truly had a relationship with them anyway; he just gets out and goes drinking. He was always the "life of the party," and nobody believed the hell he put us through behind closed doors.

As far as dating goes, I met a guy who seemed perfect. For months, he treated me like a literal princess. I couldn't have complained about a single thing. Then, one day, he just decided it was over and left me. We eventually reconciled, but I don't trust him anymore; I'm constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I have a massive fear of abandonment.
When it happened, I felt a physical sensation like I was being choked; I literally couldn't breathe. It was my first real relationship, which makes it even more tragic. I only really started dating heavily last year; before that, I was paralyzed by the fear of being left, the inability to relax, and this constant habit of overanalyzing why someone is with me—always feeling like I'm not attractive enough, smart enough, fun enough, or just "enough" in every possible way.

Anna, unfortunately, being a perfect child doesn't change the math here. You just have to accept the harsh reality that some parents are capable of completely turning their backs on their own kids.

I haven't had a relationship with my dad since I was thirteen. After the divorce, I spent most of high school begging for just one visit, and even when we finally met up once, he basically just screwed me over in every way possible.

If he passed away today, I wouldn't even show up to the funeral. He's been erased from my life—he simply doesn't exist to me anymore. I won't get into the gritty details, but I see a lot of myself in your story.

If I were you, I'd try to put some distance between yourself and your mother as soon as possible and find some professional help—you know, actual therapy or support—to deal with this "toxicity" you mentioned.

The older you get, the harder it becomes to break free. Make that clean break now before it gets even more complicated.

First thing you should try is grabbing some magnesium and a solid B-complex vitamin supplement.
If you aren't feeling any better after three or four days—and honestly, if you aren't seeing *some* kind of shift by then—that’s when you really need to think about scheduling an appointment with your doctor.

Frank Booth9 said:I get what you're saying, but then why wouldn't they have sold it to rustymason82? The point is, the guy needed the solution, not the ointment, so he shouldn't have needed a prescription at all.

Honestly, I haven't a clue what the actual reason would be at that point.🤔

The label on the Betadine solution says it's available over-the-counter, so you should be able to just pick it up at any CVS Pharmacy without a hassle. But let’s be real—if a medication is clearly marked "Prescription Only," you aren't supposed to touch it unless a doctor actually clears it through a formal prescription, whether that's a private one or something covered by your insurance.

At the end of the day, you have to respect the law. If someone decides to play shady and sell stuff under the table, well, that’s their own business and they can deal with the consequences.

I’ll be honest, I wasn't exactly a huge fan of Will Smith's acting style before—he just didn't quite click for me—but after sitting through I Am Legend, I have to admit my opinion has shifted a bit.
:top

The movie itself? It's fine. Definitely watchable, though I wouldn't say it blew my mind or anything spectacular. 🍿

cosmicbear3 said:I’m not one to go out of my way to avoid things, but once I feel a headache coming on, I just take some Zaldiar and call it a day. Everything settles down after that.

Zaldiar? Jesus, I’m actually surprised you’re taking that stuff. It’s pretty heavy-duty—most doctors here in the States won't even touch it with a ten-foot pole because it’s got tramadol in it.

Ugh, honestly, I am just so over these cramps. It’s the same miserable routine every single time—stomach pains that just won't quit, followed by two hours of twisting in knots before the vomiting finally kicks in. It’s a total disaster. Just the other day, it hit me right at the bus stop—and because I’m apparently incapable of planning ahead, I didn't even have my meds on me. It got so unbearable that I actually had to call 911; they ended up sending an ambulance to pick me up. They gave me a painkiller injection and I had to sit there in the ER for about half an hour just to stabilize.
Since that whole ordeal, I make sure I always have my pills on hand—and yeah, I actually take them on time now. Last month, I tried to play it cool, ignored the early warning signs, and thought I could just nap through it—huge mistake!
At least there’s a prescription for it, which is a relief, but man... my heart goes out to all the women out there who deal with this and even the pills don't touch the pain.

For me, nothing hits the spot quite like 400mg Ibuprofen from Walgreens. Honestly—if I don’t grab a pill the second that first wave of pain starts creeping in on day one—I’m basically doomed. It’s like a predictable disaster: three hours of absolutely unbearable agony, followed by all that nauseating, stomach-turning vomiting. It’s just brutal. Usually, my routine ends up being two tablets on the first day and then one more the next to keep things under control.