So your options are to try again or leave her or stay miserable. What else can you do?

Gross!

I’m only into dragons fucking wagons

I am millennial, and I prefer to edit. That said, I feel like people are less likely to notice the edit than they are an additional message.

Talk to a therapist because they will help you sort out your feelings which will let you think more clearly about what it is that you need. It’s almost impossible to make the same kind of progress on your own that you can with a neutral third party. Possibly couples counseling would be a good idea as well.

I’m sorry that happened to you, and I hope you figure it out.

This is the traditional rejection outfit women on Naboo wear. You should see the outfit they wear for romantic acceptance!

Sorry, boss, but this girl-on-girl playlist is to protect our sensitive data from Microsoft

It’s painfully obvious that IPO means the death of quality. Once there are shareholders, the sociopaths move in to horde wealth in any and every way possible as though destroying good things is some kind of sport.

Assuming someone or some group of people are actually putting these in mailboxes to try to trick people, this is multiple federal felonies. It’s election fraud, and it’s a felony to tamper with a mailbox, mail fraud, I would guess conspiracy to commit fraud, and perhaps more.

If true, I sincerely hope someone’s doorbell camera catches them in the act.

The owner of the site (Ernest, IIRC) has some health issues that have kept him from being as active as he had wanted. He also wrote the frontend code as an alternative to the Lemmy software. Mbin continues onward as a fork of Kbin.

I wish him the best. I hope he gets better. I know too well what chronic illness can do to a person.

Friendly reminder that Linux is free and respects your ownership of your computer.

Windows free since XP

True to the OnlyFans stereotype, most of the chats were overtly sexual. I had to wade into several prosaic fantasies about babysitters and office blowjobs, some of which included laughably florid professions of love for me. I couldn’t help but ponder how disappointed these men would be if they could somehow see me sitting in my home office, sipping hibiscus tea as I typed out commands for them to manipulate their genitalia or deposit their semen on certain parts of my body. The most surreal moment came as I noticed the faint sounds of my daughter and her puppy watching Bluey together down the hall, right as a subscriber was waxing poetic about how much he wanted to eat a macaron from between my ass cheeks; the juxtaposition made me question the entire course of my life.

Excellent! Should we invite them to setup shop here?