Granted I’m not a gamer, but I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of prime gaming. I’ve heard of steam though.

When I was 7 my moms boyfriend was beating her to a pulp. I was sure he was going to kill her this time.

I wholeheartedly believed I could overpower him and save her so I grabbed a toy hockey stick and ran over. All it took was one measly swing from a scrany, malnourished kid and all his attention on me. That’s all I got in before I realized how wrong I was, followed by watching my mom run out the back door. I knew in my heart she wasn’t leaving to get help and I was right.

I’ve gone through a lot before and after that but I’ve never been more horrified than that very moment. I remember the horror leave me shortly after when I was certain I wouldn’t see tomorrow.

My son turns 3 next month and had no clue about SUDC. Thank you for sharing.

My heart goes out to you and your wife. I hope you both found some sort of peace.

Well what’s the number? Don’t leave us hanging.

I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it’s something I’m comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there’s a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.

Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I’m glad my wife wasn’t home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.

I feel like it all depends on what you’re cooking and what the egg is meant to do. For brownies/cake applesauce is pretty good, when I make desert breads I use a flax egg. If whole point of the egg is to help hold things together (which it usually is) and i know my fake egg isn’t gonna cut it I’ll throw in a dash of corn starch along with whatever egg substitute I’m using.

At least once a month something breaks in my house and we have vinyl planks all over.

It’s certainly a team effort between me, my wife, son and the cats. God forbid we leave a glass empty or not out where they can reach it.

I lost my grandmas casserole dish when I had what I can only assume was the best casserole in the world sitting on the stove right out of the oven and my trouble maker cat decided to taste test it, realized how hot it was and got in a fight with it.

The cat won.