Ah, I remember your username. At least this time you came up with a new comment instead of the old “I’m blocking you” variations you felt the need to leave on every single one of my accounts, on top of whining about my posts. You’re so sour, lmao. Please go ahead and block me, wish you the best! 🫶
I’m doing really well! Between weekly therapy, teaching English (which keeps me feeling productive), and doing fun things on the side, I feel balanced and grounded again, not like I’m just floating through life.
Well, technically, it’s the son sharing me with the dad since I met and fucked the son first. We were randomly talking about fantasies one time, I mentioned my dad-son ultimate fantasy, and he said he could work something out (which shocked me). Now I’ve moved into their house and the three of us live together.
Decided to do something productive with my gap year, so I came to teach English in rural Cambodia.
Thanks! Quite a bit has happened in the two months I’ve been gone. I started therapy, got a 120-hour TEFL certificate, and decided to do something useful with my time before university next year, so I moved to Cambodia to teach English. On top of that, I somehow managed to fulfill my ultimate fantasy without even looking for it: I’m dating a dad-son duo and living with both of them!
I’m naturally a huge yapper and use Lemmy almost like a public diary. That tends to spark a lot of discourse about me, which draws in a lot of toxicity. When it gets to be too much, I feel the need to delete everything, take a break, and start fresh. (For the record, I’ve never been banned, not even from a single community, let alone an instance, lol.)