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The Dan Markel case hits different for me because I went through similar circumstances. Divorce when my boys were 3 and 5. My ex and their family had their echo chamber where they talked shit about me 24/7 and in front of the kids. My ex kept my grandmother's...

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196,239 views • 1 year ago

I remember when I was young, around 10-11 years old. My parents were both asleep as was my brother. I heard a knock on the back door which was weird because who uses the back door at a stranger’s house? The kitchen window was close by so I take a look. It looked like a teenager but hard to tell because they had a hoodie with the hood up. I didn’t open the door but I did crack the window and asked them what they wanted. They replied they were lost and wanted to come in to warm up and use the phone. Even when it’s daylight I know never to let anybody in period that I didn’t know, but a stranger after midnight was weird enough. I said no because I didn’t know them. Then they said that hey knew my dad and that’s why he came by. I said that’s fine and all but I’m not letting you use our phone. This was before cellphones were widely used, we had a landline like most people. The person wouldn’t take no for an answer and I could sense he was getting angry. I went and woke up my dad, I told him there was somebody at the back door and that he said they knew him. He walked to the door and looked out and said he didn’t know him. But he did talk through the door and told him that he was calling the police and that he should just leave. The person just stood there until the police finally came and even they asked him what he was doing knocking on the door at that hour. He told them he was lost and thought this was a house of a family friend. The police told him my dad didn’t know him and made him leave. So was this a case of wrong house or was he up to something. It makes me still wonder to this day but I’m still glad I never opened the door.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

117,258 views • 12 days ago

🐤: What I think about the most these days is that I started my career in my early twenties, and before I even realized it, I had reached my 22nd or 21st year in the industry, and I had entered my forties. My teeth and eyesight are still healthy, and I think the fact that I do not drink alcohol probably has something to do with that too. When I see articles about people I used to watch when I was young who have passed away, I think, “When I was young, I loved them and watched them on TV all the time. As I grew older, they grew older too.” Seeing that makes me think a lot about, “What will I be like when I reach that age?” In reality, when a person is born, they are moving toward a new life, but at the same time, they are also moving toward death. That is an unavoidable fate for every human being. But during the time we have here, living happily and passionately is a responsibility each of us has. I also try to live every day diligently and happily. On the other hand, when I was in my twenties, I thought that once I reached my thirties and forties, I would be very old, that I would become weaker and lose my strength. But now that I have actually reached this age, I feel healthier than I did back then. Is that just psychological? I do not know. What will my life be like when I reach my fifties, sixties, and seventies? I think about these things a lot these days. Sometimes I feel sad or frustrated, and I have so many thoughts about how I should live my future. What concerns me most is not simply thinking about specific things like, “What house will I live in?” “What car will I drive?” or “Will I continue working?” What matters more to me is, when I get older, will I still be healthy? Will I still look attractive? How will people see me? And when I look at myself in the mirror, will I be satisfied with myself and think, “This is good enough”? These are the worries, anxieties, and thoughts that occupy my mind a lot these days. So I think about these things. Kkongi has already turned nine before I even realized it. Everyone has the same kinds of worries, but for me in particular, my family consists only of my mother and my sister, and there is also Kkongi. As time passes, I find myself wondering what I will be like and how I will continue living my life on my own. Will I become a burden to someone? Or will I become very lonely? I am not young anymore, am I? Even if I got married before I turned fifty and had children, it feels very late now. Think about it, everyone. If I got married at fifty and had a child, when that child turned twenty, I would be seventy. When they turned thirty, I would be eighty. Just thinking about that makes me feel like my life is already so far behind. Do you ever feel that way too? I do not want you to just say, “Oh, it is okay, you look like you are in your twenties or thirties.” Instead, let us look at my real biological age, not as a celebrity, but as an ordinary person named Park Jung Soo. My Korean age is 44. In ten years, I will be in my fifties. Kkongi will be nineteen, and my mother will be over eighty. In a life like that, I wonder how I will be able to endure it and adapt. I really do have a lot of these worries. I am not saying things like, “Idols should not get married,” or “Oppa, do not get married.” I just want us to think about these things together, as one human being to another, as one person to another. Just as I worry and think about these things, is it not natural for you to have the same worries as you get older? These worries overwhelm me too because I always say that my real family is just my mother and my sister. The members are like family to me, close friends, and younger brothers, but in terms of blood relations, my mother and my sister are all I have. And Kkongi, whom I love more than anything in the world and who is like a daughter to me, even though she is a dog, means everything to me simply by being by my side. These relationships cannot last forever.

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55,350 views • 15 days ago

This is actually what I wanted to share: I lived in this pit for years, YEARS I tried to clean/keep up with what I could, but anybody who's in a similar situation will understand how impossible it is to clean/counter roommates who actively work against you. If they want to be dirty... it's near impossible to counter it. Living in this environment, especially so long, was incredibly embarrassing and horrific for my mental health. The minute I moved to my new home and finally had a clean place to live in, I instantly felt my self esteem rise inherently. I never even realized how much living in shit made me feel like *I* was shit. I wanted to show and share this experience for those who are in a similar situation. This was a horrible, long term torturous experience for me. Yall have no idea the things I've seen and went through just being in this house. I feel so angry for the years that I had to go through this (because I have nowhere else to go) and how sad it makes me that my own family is living in this way and doesn't want to get better about it. I really tried to help them get better about it but it was clear there was no interest. I will still get sad and depressed about myself... in fact I already have been even in my new beautiful home. A shiny room can't make my internal depression magically go away but... NOT living THERE sure helps. If you have and especially are going through something similar, just know you are not alone in that experience. :(

Cake Chan 🍰💗

138,041 views • 1 year ago