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As soon as I get a new girlfriend, I meet another girl which is nicer and more beautiful than my girlfriend. And because I can't say "no", I try to make out with both. Yeeah... long story short: They ALWAYS find out about the other girl and then I am the asshole.
Poor me! :(
I (f/20) took advantage of a stranger a few years ago. I was 16 when it happened and I was in town shopping with my best friend. While walking down the street, a guy around 25/30 came up to us and asked us in broken English if we would like to have some coffee with him and that it would be his treat. My bff was against it at first, but I convinced her. It was free coffee after all!
So, we went to a cáfe and tried to have a conversation with him. He was from some dirt poor country or something like that and his English was really terrible. What we found out was that he wanted to go to university and bring his family to him (they were still in his country of origin) and that he migrated because he thought that he could have a better life here. He had no friends and apparently had a hard time making friends and connections.
We asked him why he wanted to have coffee with us and I am not sure, but I think he thought we were cute or something.
We tried to talk to him for like half an hour or more, but it was more or less pointless. His English was really really bad. Why come to our country if you are not able to speak the language???
Anyway... He went to the restroom eventually and we decided to bolt. He wanted to pay for our drinks anyway, so I guess that is not a problem...
I talked to my bff about it today and she said that we behaved like total dickheads back then. I never thought about it before she brought it up today.. Well, I guess I am feeling kind of bad about it now.
So, forgive me?
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I shake uncontrollably day & night now. I’m so sick. Its hard to be alone. I beat this disease for so long, but now its beating me. If I’d just been well enough to work & earn decent money.
I started my business when I was 24 and today I have 57 employees, 35 MM in sales. When I was 37 I was successful. No man in my life, no boyfriend, no children, I was unsuccessful. I offered a man some money if he would impregnate me. A blue collar man. He agreed to the terms, signed the papers making no claim on the baby. I told him I wanted it the way nature intended. He was everything a woman fears, rough, painful, degrading. In 30 minutes he had me on the floor, bloody nose, broken front tooth, a cut on my forehead. And I did get pregnant from the rape and the beating.
I kept the rape and beating a secret. My child would never know who it's father was. From time to time this man demanded money. And he raped me and I did nothing, keeping him away from my child. When my child was 13 he showed up needing money. He demanded to see his child. I refused to let him in. He beat me and left me with my wounds. I told my child I had hurt myself.
My child is now in college. Her father is gravely ill. He has stage 4 cancer and will not live long. I am torn between protecting my child, and his death bed wish to meet his child. My heart will break without healing when he dies, but protecting my child from him is what I must do, he is not a man my child should ever know.
Illegal immigration. I see it as modern slavery. I make most my own repairs. But at times either long work hours or illness would force me to hire contractors. I noticed changes in my area once illegals migrated there. People who used to work for others were now running own crews.
It was wild. I’m constantly in supply stores fixing my own or others stuff. Or at least I used to.
I dress like a contractor; & know my stuff. But in reality I engineered; taught college, etc. A few times people would ask me questions. Then they’d talk to a Hispanic who spoke English. He’d speak to a crew who only spoke Spanish. I got it. I even asked some to confirm.
Some guy who used to say paint. Now ran a paint crew. Here he was asking me; a Physics teacher; how to do something. Me thinking he was a homeowner; told him. Now he told the crew lead, who translated in Spanish to the crew.
Someone’s home was now being repaired based from info from a guy who at that time worked in the space industry & taught science part time.
I guess there’s worse things than having a rocket scientist tell your contractor how to repair your house, but I think I’d rather have someone who is an expert for a living.
Hey; I worked on my own BMW’s; but I doubt you’d chose me over an actual mechanic who specializes in German cars.
It’s so funny. While working in my house I’ve had people stop; look at my work, & try to hire me. I once told a man if he’d pay me by the hour what I got at my job I’d do it. He decided not to hire me. Wish I still made that LOL.
But what bothers me are two things. Slavery. Quality. You used to see small crews taking a long time. You hired the people & they actually led the repairs. You could check their work. If you were cautious you could get quality work at fair price.
Now days you think your hiring someone. Then a crew of Hispanics roll in. Your like how can they pay that many people. Then zoom they are gone. If you later find mistakes the contractor has moved away and is long gone.
We had a large house built in 70’s. High quality materials. Great craftsmanship. I fully remodeled & updated it. Added onto it. Loved it.
Wife insisted on a new home. I finally relent. I was sick. Working. Kids. Did my best to watch them but was very hard. Could never find builders. I’d go there & no one was working. Then zoom. Something was done. These crews would swoop in. Do what it would take me & a helper days to do in less than one.
At times I’d roll up & there would be like 15-20 people working. Only one would sort of speak English. I’d start arguing with them at times because they’d be doing stuff wrong. Some of these guys looked like kids. I’ll grant most men look like kids compared to me. But some of these guys were like 5’; 80 lbs; no facial hair. I know a lot of Hispanics are tiny & can’t grow facial hair. I’m not mocking them. I’m saying I’m convinced some were like 12 yrs old. My 12 yr old now is 150 lbs; has blond facial hair. Is very muscular. But he looks like a kid. So did they.
I’ve talked to some of these contractors. They laugh & admit get whole teams to work dirt cheap (but you may get shoddy work from clueless people who in fact don’t know their trade. Or can paint, but are now running pipes without much training). I also hear whites & blacks complain. They now have to work cheap; work fast, & use cheap materials to compete. So in the end the consumer pays for it.
Well I kept a close eye on things I could. Was high end builder. Much of my house is great craftsmanship. However; some things I’m still trying to redo myself.
I’ll give a few simple examples. One is the current job I’ve been trying to fix off & on for 5 yrs. water getting under my house. I redid the flower gardens. Farther from walls. Steeper slope. The outer decoration down to ground level. Raised an area around house. Mixed clay & soil. Topped with plastic. Sealed to stop moisture leak thru stones. On & on. I gave up & pulled plastic to see why kept crawling on endless crap. All their garbage was under it. Wood now rotting. Cups. Fast food bags. A pair of underwear. Not kidding. Concrete chunks.
No matter what I did I couldn’t completely stop it. My house is on a hill. So I finally dig deep outside & some under house. Missing mortar between stones seems to be letting water to flow in. When soil outside gets saturated it rises inside some. My little pools that magically appear. Oh I’ve fixed it so it evaporates rather quickly. But I don’t want mold. So I now will dig. Expose whole wall a little at a time. Mortar myself. Rebury. Hear from my wife how grass is dead thru winter. Hear her mom say she would have just hired a contractor.
IMO. Illegal immigration is modern slavery. People being paid cash. Far less than should earn. Working hard & fast. Shoddy work. Others put out of business. You trying to fix what they did wrong.
Being too hard? Here are a few things I’ve caught & fixed lately. One room never got good air. Thought was just because big house. Well the line was taped to collar. But when I cut loose it was just the outer aluminum coating. A long section inside had no insulation or spiral wire. I had to under 3 runs; rehang, to create enough play to cut & attach correctly.
One room started sagging. Had wrong shim & too thin. I had to jack up house & re-shim.
A bath started leaking. The drain was sealed in place. Was wrong drain. Threads didn’t reach to bottom. So I started checking. 3 of my tubs had the same thing. So I had to Oder & install correct ones.
One room always felt cold. Fully insulated. Nope. These jokers had cut thin pieces of insulation & made it look thick. Why?
Now that was aging started drooping between sections. I realized were gaps. I have just recently finished pulling every piece of insulation under the house. Reinstalled correctly. It took me 8 large packages of R30 to replace fake insulation & get full coverage. So they’d carefully made it look like the did it right. Far back in low space to crawl areas there was vapor barriers only. That’s supposed to never be exposed. Touch wood. Here it was all they’d installed. Was no insulation. I’d had my baby & toddler. So never wriggled all way up there. It’s endless little crap like this.
A faucet got a little loose. I finally take whole thing out. They didn’t secure something behind wall. So I had to do all that. I think back. Every part of house that has issues had large Hispanic crews whipping thru. The failed mortar on my steps; around every window; by two tubs I’ve had to tear out & replace after it started crumbling. The sink that fell in. Oh you’ll love that one. They installed nails & screws that were too short. Mostly wood glued in place. So one day an under mount sink just fall out & break pipes.
One day I was pulling & reinstalling some tile whose mortar was failing. Felt heat under a cabinet. Was sealed everywhere. WTF? So I measure. Climb under house. An airline was running up under the cabinet. A vent was installed & pumping air into a tiny gap under one of my custom cabinets. Uuugghhg. It’s endless stuff like this. I feel like I’m slowly rebuilding the whole house.
My neighbors all have pools; flower gardens with mulch (never use); bird feeders. All the things that help these big bugs thrive. Kept get in my house. I finally realized why as I redo my insulation. Was some hole that couldn’t see from inside. Bugs crawled up & squeezed into sink. I fixed that.
I’ll say this. For first time in 5 yrs my house is not drafty. Is warm & toasty. Utility bill is lower. My living room doesn’t creak. Of course now the paper between pieces of Sheetrock is lifting. Has been since year one. But now that is my obsession. I’ll end up redoing all that & repainting entire inside. How did I ever agree to buy a house this big with all these bathrooms & 15 foot ceilings? This place may look pretty but it keeps us house poor & I have to maintain all this space. In the old house I could have bought me a new car. I had money for stuff. Now I drive an old car. Eat sandwiches. Can’t go eat pizza. Mortgage. Utilities. I want my old house with the 10 foot ceilings back. A roof I could climb on without fear of death
The low spot is like 20 feet. I climb up there & walk around. On one side I look over & it’s like a cliff is down there. I’m like woah. Don’t slip.
She said you know the motion sensor lights on that side are malfunctioning. Can you change them. Ha ha. No. I can. But I’m not going too. Too old. I’m going to pay someone to gutter guard that side of the house.
Oh. The best part. The sinking floor. That thin shim that was failing. Wiring was under the beam & over the blocks. I had to move that.
We need to finish that wall. Let the Hispanics legally enter in large numbers with soc sec cards. Pay taxes. No more contractors using them. Hopefully better craftsmanship.
Oh. I tried to sue the builders. But others with similar issues whose houses were built before mine had already put them out of business. This company built million dollar homes (not mine). Same problems as mine. Some much worse. I checked on mine as it was built. I will say this. It’s beautiful. Too bad we have to live like paupers to make the mortgage since I got sick. Miss that old house.
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