aens_wife wrote:I want to correct idiots on reddit regarding our pedals, but then I look like an "well, actually" dickhead.
I'm pretty sure you're "allowed" to correct people who are wrong without being a dickhead?
As for the other issue, that is awful. Scenarios like that are really hard to deal with, fucked up that the police won't help. Anyway, you can help and support her, but in the end she has to be the one to make changes (I don't mean that she should be blamed for external factors or mental issues she can't control, but more in the sense that she is the only one who can take the final steps). Don't spread yourself too thin helping others; if I remember correctly you've already done a lot to help her, even if giving advice and a shoulder to cry on doesn't always feel satisfactory when you see somebody struggle.
I've been in that situation before and know it's endlessly frustrating and sad seeing a friend stuck in a cycle of abuse. It can really make you feel helpless. Along the lines of what Eivind said, all you can do is try your best to help and try to hopefully keep yourself ok in the process. Oy, I feel for ya.
Re: correcting people, don't feel bad about it. You're the designated source of correct information in that situation, so I don't think most normal/rational people would think you're remotely assholish. It's more the people who step in with unsolicited comments to make themselves feel better that really come off as bad. See the first few comments in pretty much any youtube gear demo ever, haha...
neonblack wrote:They say tone is in the hooks
D.o.S. wrote:I'm pretty sure moderation leads to Mustang Sally.
coldbrightsunlight wrote:Yes I am a soppy pop person at heart I think with noises round the edge
neonblack wrote:Trying to decide if I'm going to ride out this damn hurricane or drive 8 hours back to Georgia
After getting buttfucked by Harvey I'd recommend getting out of dodge, especially since new reports are predicting it'll park and dump like Harvey did. Personally, I'd go to Asheville instead of GA, since you can chill outside the Biltmore and get sloppy on craft beer.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. - Jacques Cousteau
Good dealings with: Vrom, Conky Yamaha / Gallien-Krueger / Pedals
It sucks so much to love someone just as damaged as you. Lots of awkward clashes.
I'm taking advice from my therapist and trying to take care of myself. I will not let my mind beat me.
Ill probably lose points on ILF for quoting Twenty One Pilots but:
Tie a noose around your mind loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree, tell it
"You belong to me. This aint a noose, this is a leash and I have some news for you, you must obey me."
Big feel. Im trying my damnest boys.
Also yo Neon, you alright bud? This fucking hurricane looks like its shaping up to be a monster.
ummohyeah wrote:Godspeed rule and no amount of tape would make their pedalboards safe from my cum.
BitchPudding wrote:
No, I'm THE bitch. The only one allowed here.
Sorry for everyone's woes. Seems like a lot of us are constantly going through some crazy shit.
Well, my week was interesting. Really my month.
I injured my leg and almost tore a muscle after being sick for 7 days. That fucking sucked I'm ok now, but I got super lucky. I wasn't exercising either, I was working on a furnace and my feet slipped due to the floor being slippery. Freak accident.
That however doesn't even matter in my mind right now.
Two days ago I got a call from my father at 9 am saying my sister was going to kill herself and that he wanted me to go to her house asap. He was also on the way. So I did. I thought you know, maybe she's just talking and down, so I rushed but didn't put much thought to it.
I pulled up to her home and there were 10 police cars out front with officers pointing rifles at my sisters house. There was a moment where I didn't know what I was going to do. First I tried to pull into her driveway after ignoring the police and driving around them, then I was asked what the hell I was doing. I said "that's my sister in there"! They asked me nicely to move my car behind theirs and I obviously complied. When I got out of the car, I hobbled as fast as I could to find out what the fuck is going on. I see an officer standing a few feet from me with a rifle pointed at her front door and my intimidate thought was to bum rush him and keep my sister from being shot. I did not do this luckily, I rationalized with myself that it would not help. So, instead I began talking with the police and her husband and my father. She was in the house and they believe she had a fire arm because she said she did apparently to her husband, who was the person that called the police.
The police were able to talk my sister out of the house and she was screaming "I don't have a gun" as they are yelling for her to put her hands in the air while being approached with rifles pointed at her. At this point, I thought I was in a nightmare. How in the fuck could this be happening. Why??
She came out and was handcuffed and put in an ambulance.
Since I was talking so much with the police, they asked me to go talk to her and see if I could calm her down. I went to the ambulance and told my sister that I love her and I'm sorry for whatever she's dealing with. I told her I'd help her in any way that I could and that I'm here for her no matter what. I then asked, can you tell me what's wrongs. She kicked out at the side of the ambulance and screamed "my husband is a porn addict and he wants to fuck other women". Then she proceeded to cry uncontrollably.
At that point the police asked me to come back out of the ambulance. They then asked me to talk to her about what was going to happen next. She was going to go the hospital either willingly or handcuffed in the back of a police car.
So, I went back to her and let her know that she has zero options and she's going one way or another and it's for her safety but she is going by choice or not. She luckily decided to go on her own account.
I talk to her husband, he's crying saying "why did I do this, why did I call the police"? See she told him she had a gun in the bathroom with her, which turned out to be true. So I told him that he did the right thing. What was important is that she is safe.
I took all 4 of her kids including her infant and took them over to my parents house and watched them all day.
My sister ended up going to a hospital voluntarily and surprisingly, she decided to stay for more than she was required too. By law, they cannot hold you there in these situations unless you came while in custody or her husband used his power of attorney to force her to stay, but she chose to.
I saw her yesterday. I talked to her for a solid 20 minutes out of the hour visit we were allowed. I told her how much I love and cherish her and how I was willing to do anything if she needed help. I'll watch the kids, I'll buy you groceries, I'll listen to her distress, I'll give you a ride if you need one, I'll do anything. I'll die for you because I love you more than she will ever be able to comprehend. I cried, she cried, we hugged.
I made sure to hug her three times when I was there and the last time was a big ole bear hug that she needed. She needs love and attention and her husband is not capable of it, he just isn't, at least not right now. He's an extremely conflicted man who grew up in Israel and was taught that women are lesser than him. His father was a cheater and a distant man while he was growing up. He has been depressed now for as long as I can remember. Gaining weight and not taking care of himself because of the sadness he feels. Why? Well, I know some, but I don't know all.
It wasn't about him though at that point. It was about my sister and now I'm scared. I'm scared to death because she could get out and do it for real. I see hope in her and she smiled and even laughed a few times, but the way her eyes were in the back of that ambulance after being handcuffed...it seemed like the lights were on but no one was home. I've never seen that level of emotional detachment from her and that scares me. I want my sister to live. I want her to live for herself and to love herself and say "fuck you" to whoever hurts her, including her husband.
Life is so strange and so hard sometimes and it just seem like things cascade and build and dog pile on you all at the same time. I don't even want to go into the other bs I've been through lately.
I'll say this final thing though. Seeing what I saw fucked with me bad. My sister having the police reading to use deadly force if needed. I don't think I'll ever get over that. I don't care however right now, I care about her right now. My shit can wait. I'm so confused, upset and just sad.
"I do not have the ability to think rationally 90% of the time and I also change my mind at the drop of a hat".
That is a fucked up story, Adam. Hope everyone's doing better now. It is very good of you to be so supportive; I know you always are in these situations. Hope you get some peace of mind soon, man!
Our little cat died last week. She has always, always been sick but after the old cat died, she just stopped eating and died. SHE DIED OF SAD.
And then I called my dad this morning and his 1 year old puppy got run over and died over the weekend. He was so heartbroken, he told me she was gone and basically hung up the phone. Pets can be such a motherfucker.
I'm sorry Louise. It is hard to lose pets for sure. I honestly believe that sometimes it's easier to develop a personal relationship with an animal than a human and we get super connected, so it hurts even more.
Prayers, love and positive vibes your way.
"I do not have the ability to think rationally 90% of the time and I also change my mind at the drop of a hat".
My dad ended up in the hospital. Stomach Ulcer burst right by his small intestine, caused an infection in his gall bladder. Both were able to get drained thank god so he should be home by this weekend.
I don't have the best relationship with him cause he treated me and my mom like shit back in high school. But it still hurt to see him in a hospital bed in a way thats both foreign and familiar.
On top of that, both me and my fiancee have been struggling with mental health issues which has brought us both to thoughts of suicide. I'm able to psych myself out of it, cause I will not let my mind destroy me, fuck that. She doesnt have that will unfortunately. Its been a hard day talking her down while at work while trying to appear normal to everyone else.
Fuck me man. Fuck the world. Eat a dick.
ummohyeah wrote:Godspeed rule and no amount of tape would make their pedalboards safe from my cum.
BitchPudding wrote:
No, I'm THE bitch. The only one allowed here.
I don't want to sound like a cheese dick man, but life is beautiful. Old Bob Ross turned mistakes into trees and seagulls and shit that ended up adding to the overall experience, and adversity in our lives is kind of the same gig. You have to program your brain to shut the fuck up sometimes and give it all some time to be objective. Every scenario in life is temporary, good and bad..
I don't get along with my dad either dawg. I don't wish him Ill.. but he's been a pretty shitty dad and I use his failure as my supreme inspiration to do better with my son.
I'm no mental health professional so I'm not qualified to talk people down from suicide and shit.. but like I said at the beginning, life is beautiful. You just have to make it past the bullshit.
Right now me and the girl are ok. Came home, dropped some edibles and just held eachother. Still encouraging her to see someone. In the meantime, I'm taking my old "fuck it" attitude and flipping it to "Fuck it, im not gonna be this way anymore. I dont have to be, I deserve to live my best life. I can get there and rise above this. I will god damn it.".
Also seeing my therapist today so that will be nice.
ummohyeah wrote:Godspeed rule and no amount of tape would make their pedalboards safe from my cum.
BitchPudding wrote:
No, I'm THE bitch. The only one allowed here.
