Off My Chest
RULES:
I am looking for mods!
1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
2. Bigotry is not allowed. That includes racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and religiophobia. (If you want to vent about religion, that's fine; but religion is not inherently evil.)
3. Frustrated, venting, or angry posts are still welcome.
4. Posts and comments that bait, threaten, or incite harassment are not allowed.
5. If anyone offers mental, medical, or professional advice here, please remember to take it with a grain of salt. Seek out real professionals if needed.
6. Please put NSFW behind NSFW tags.
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I wouldn’t waste my time on some lie. I spent the past seven years not caring, because I figured my husband set it all up to troll me. Now, I’m sorry I cared. I shouldn’t have even mentioned it. Let the cops find him, or not. It’s not my problem anymore. If someone tries to come after me for some problems he has caused while we were apart, I’ll just refuse to help. Who cares? It’s not like my husband is family to me.
It’s the curse of being human and having a conscience, I’m afraid. Mind vs. heart and all that.