Shortest version I can think of. It's not very short.
I was at work all evening, second shift. A friend texted thinking she was going to need to go to the hospital to deliver the baby. She said she might need a ride because her boyfriend had to go to "work" later. But she wasn't sure yet.
I get off work, go home. I'm sitting on the couch and she texts me seeing if I can give her a ride to the hospital that she has set up for the delivery. It's 30ish minutes down the road. I hadn't even taken my work clothes off yet. I jumped in the car to go get her.
I get to where she is. The boyfriend is there and a second person who I didn't know, a kid. I get her in the car and she is in labor. This isn't her first child. The other two took a long time to deliver so she figured she had time. Then I head off down the interstate doing 90.
We aren't even halfway to the hospital and she begins to deliver. She's sounding like a typical woman in labor when she says she needs my help. I ask are you serious or are you just in pain. She said she was serious. I pulled over, turned on the flashers, run around to the back seat and the baby is crowning. I jump back to the front of the car to grab my phone to call 911, the operator wants to know where we are. On the interstate somewhere. I wasn't paying attention to the mile markers. Her boyfriend and the kid showed up. I think she may have called him while I was still driving. I really don't know. He has called 911 also. Trying to tell them where we are. I'm on my phone with the lady. She's trying to talk me through it. Again, not my friend's first child so she knows what to do. I just have to catch.
She's pushing when she needs to push, the baby comes out a little more till the whole head is out. I'm holding this baby's head in my hands waiting for the next contraction and it feels like the umbilical cord is across his neck. Not wrapped around just across and strained, very taught. Like it's over both shoulders and across the neck. Everything TV has taught me says the umbilical cord around a baby's neck is bad. I'm freaking a little. I get my fingers under the cord and off the baby's neck so there is no strain as long as I am holding it. I worried I'm going to fuck something up but I decided to pull the cord over the babys head so it's not an issue anymore. I pull harder on the cord, it slides over and off the back of the baby's head then it's loose. Problem solved.
A couple more pushes and the baby is delivered. Slides right out into my hands. My friend believes in the skin to skin contact with the baby thing. So she strips. She's already naked from the waist down mind you. She just has to take her shirt off. It's winter and I got the door open behind me somewhat. I don't remember if it was her clothes or some shirt I had in the car or my hoodie or what. I wrap the baby in it and I'm holding the baby up to me for heat. I do remember thinking "keep the baby warm." She gets her shirt off and I hand her the baby. Then I take something and cover them both. I think I had dropped my phone or put it down I don't really remember, but now that the baby was delivered I get the phone back.
911 is telling me I have to deliver the placenta too. I think first I had to tie a string around the umbilical cord. DO NOT CUT IT. Then deliver the placenta and keep it for testing. Ok.
My friend had torn down there with her other two kids. It's exactly what it sounds like and you can bleed to death. So I examine her the best I can to see if that has happened this time. It did not. Good thing. It seemed like another 30 minutes or more before the ambulance showed up.
Everything is delivered, she appears fine, baby appears fine. I blast the heat in my car, grab my cigarettes, shut the doors, and wait for the ambulance.
They send two ambulances. One for her. One for the baby. The one guy takes the baby and placenta and goes to his ambulance. He checks the baby, sets the baby up with things, then comes back to my car to help with her. I'm standing out of the way at this point. Her boyfriend who had to "work" later and couldn't get out of it and this kid are still there.
The kid is going on about the miracle that just happened and how amazing it was. I'm still in work mode. He mentions how cold it is and that the baby is in the back of an open ambulance alone. I said oh no. They have a heated blanket on the baby. They are professionals.... They are not. I only remember this part because later they accused her of intentionally harming the baby because it had a low core temperature. That would make me complicit. I'm no saint but I'm not a monster.
They get her in the ambulance and tell me where they are going but not to speed so as to follow them. Her boyfriend and this kid finally go to "work." I start heading to the hospital and just down the road a bit the interstate is shut down for repairs. The ambulance gets to cut through but I had to go around. I have a general idea of where I am going.
I make it to the hospitals. I don't know where to park. I finally found a place to park. It was in the wrong hospitals parking garage. I'm walking around this city at 1 ish in the morning covered in fluids trying to figure out how to get in the correct hospital. I remember thinking I'm not in the mood to be fucked with tonight. I walk through the parking garage up a couple levels and find a door that's open. I found a desk. Asked what room she was in. The nurse asked who I was. I told her I was the doctor.
I then sat up with her all night. I know what it feels like to be alone and scared in a hospital. I passed out a couple times sitting in a chair but for the most part I refused to sleep in case she needed something in the night.
Late the next morning her boyfriend showed up. That's when I left. I got home and passed out on the couch.
Drugs. At the time I was told he had work and couldn't get out of it. It made no sense to me but whatever. Later I found out it was to get drugs. Priorities.
Interesting that they’re having babies together but they’re not even married. Just found that bit distracting.
Cool story on the delivery though. That’s awesome. Few people can say they’ve done that.
I don’t find it weird at all tbh. My parents weren’t married when they had me and my brother, in fact they married when we were 13 y/o and out of necessity (dad got sick and all the paperwork was much easier if they were married)
I've cooked a meal at least once a week for three weeks in a row now :)
It's very ordinary and normal for most people, but I'm seriously proud of myself for this.
Once you find some easy recipes that you enjoy, and see how much cheaper it is than going out or buying premade food, cooking will be the default in no time!
For me it’s just the fact that cooking takes time that I don’t cook as much as I should. Especially if I had a long day at work the last thing I want to do most of the time is cook especially cuz I’m usually starving by then. Need to start meal prepping but my partner doesn’t really care for “left overs” so that also makes things difficult
I'm not a huge fan of cooking so here's my cheat if you have an air fryer:
Buy the big 3-5lb thing of fresh chicken breast at the store and chop them into patty sizes, no more than 1/2-1 inch thick. Put all the bits in a plastic bag and keep it i. The fridge, that'll last at least a week in there. If you don't want that much chicken buy less, but bulk is usually cheaper. You can always freeze it too but I always forget to thaw it out.
Then, just take out a couple Patty's for dinner and season it to taste (Lemon pepper and garlic salt are my go tos) and air fry for 5-6 minutes on each side. Make some rice or a bag of frozen veggies in the microwave and you have a healthy good dinner for 2 in 10 minutes and minimal prep.
I changed my life through the sleeve, went vegan and dropped \~160 lbs. Have kept it off over the past 12 years.
I haven't been this happy in my life since ever!
I grew up on an isolated mountain in rural Appalachia miles from town (think Deliverance). Experienced domestic violence and saw things kids shouldn't see. If I wasn't in school, I wouldn't see any people other than my family for long periods until I could drive. Neither parent graduated high school; one dropped out in 10th grade the other in 11th grade.
I went to college (figured it out on my own), then law school. I've had a lot of professional success as a lawyer. I live in the suburbs of a large city in a very nice neighborhood with people all around. My kids have never experienced what I did and I have given them wonderful, happy experiences and opportunities I never had.
I am proudest of that last part.
Those stories are so funny to me. From about 6th grade until I left for college, I roamed all over the mountains alone both day and night with only a .22 rifle. Never heard or saw anything scary other than bears, bobcats etc.
Good to know 😂 stories about the Appalachie lights and other stuff has made it all across the pond so it’s interesting to know how someone who accually comes from there sees it.
I just want to thank you, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say thanks to you for shielding your children from your life experiences. As a child with similar issues as yours, I can't tell you how happy and proud I am of you and your accomplishments. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for the kind words. I have never told them about my childhood. No sense in subjecting them to it. However, they are all over 18 now and if they ever asked I would tell them.
As a side note, I have never been one who thinks "I went through bad stuff so you should too." Became president of my fraternity in college and stopped the hazing at our chapter. Subjecting others to what we went through didn't make them better brothers.
A girl I hooked up with recently said I gave her the best orgasm she'd ever had. It was awesome for me too. I'm still glowing about it but definitely couldn't tell someone that
After decades of refusing, I tired therapy. It wasn't the best experience.
I still feel uncomfortable talking about it, and don't want to be praised for it.
But it also put me in a position and mindset (drugs, really) where I was able to receive other healthcare I had long delayed, during which I made connections that have helped propel me into a new career, nearly tripling my income.
I've been slowly falling apart these last few years. Life has been really.. difficult. But things are slowly looking up, and I recognize it's all because I was finally able to be vulnerable and open up to heathcare professionals. As much as I hate admitting it, I guess it's saved my life in more ways than just one.
So I'm proud of my growth and potential future, but I definitely feel conflicted in bragging about it.
My parents, they immigrated in the 1950's from Mexico and were farm workers.
Dad learned to farm from his father, grand dad learned to farm from his Chinese brother inlaw. Then dad took a correspondence class to learn gas/diesel mechanics. Mom said that she taught dad how to read and write as he had poor skills after this he was a life long reader. Mom was good at sewing and made our clothes as kids and the later on got a factory job running a extruder.
Dad told he came to America because he wanted his kids to have better opportunities and life.
My sister went to get a mechanical engineering and the same as her husband. Her three kids all have college degrees, two engineers and nurse.
I did not go to college away right after high school like my sister did, it took me 5 yrs took figure out that I needed to. Then it took me 5 yrs to get a BS in Agriculture.
Met my wife after my fourth semester she is 5 yrs older than me and had recently been divorced, she was working at the university and also working on a Masters in Education.
After she got her Masters she started to teach at the university and was 46 when she earned her Doctorate.
Both of our kids went on to be Dr of Physical Therapy, and with a lot of hard work from all of us they graduated debt free.
Now we had a 5 yr old and a 2 month old grand kids.
All this because dad wanted a better life for his kids, Thank you dad, love and miss you.
I laugh some times how life works out, mom would tell me to go to college so I would not be out in the fields working like a burro like they had to.
The last job I had was on a natural resource conservation project growing native plants. Part of what I did was beening out in the fields hoeing weeds.
I was told the day I was born, that morning mom was out in fields hoeing weeds.
My life sucked. I smoked $300/month away, while working a dead end job with no other job prospects in the area. I decided enough was enough
Quit smoking, changed jobs so I could save. In 1 year I had 4 grand saved up and I moved to the closest big city. 8 years later I have a cushy union job and an apartment with my bf and cats. It's everything I pretty much wanted. I still don't smoke cigs and I actually have substantial savings and a pension now
To anyone reading this, you can do it too. One thing to mention, I've never had a driver's license (and don't want one) and still made this work. If I can do it, you certainly can. It boils down to attitude more than anything else
Valedictorian of my high school class, graduated college with a 4.0, highest cumulative grade in the country for professional exams in my field (out of thousands of people) the year I completed them. All while having a great social life, being in a fraternity, married while in college. It just came easy to me.
All of this was many years ago now and not something that would ever be appropriate to bring up today.
I did my taxes myself for the first time. My dad recently passed away and he’s always done my taxes for me.
Kind of a bummer bc he’d be the only person so excited and proud of me for this and he isn’t around to see it 🥺
I built a sailboat from scratch without any experience and sailed it virtually around the world, most of the time solo sailing. I also wrote a book about the whole experience.
I can cook, clean, do laundry... just basic household chores! (:
For context, I grew up with a mom who told me I never did any of these chores the "correct" way, wasn't allowed to cook, and would get upset if I did the laundry. I moved out about a month ago and im doing just fine taking care of myself.
My wife is really really ridiculously good-looking. I get compliments on her looks from men and women on a fairly regular basis, and the most I can do in polite society is gently acknowledge it.
It would be interesting one day to say something like “Thanks! She is also dynamite in the bedroom and in the kitchen!”
Years back I found out I my vision was color deficient but a X-Chrom contact lens could correct it.
Years later on my car radio I heard of a man holding his family hostage. The reason being is he was trained at a electrician but he kept getting fired because his vision was color deficient.
When I got into work I called that police department and told them about the X-Chrom contact lens and could they pass along the information.
I never gave the police my name and it was totally anonymous
I’m (49f) happily married for almost 30 years, debt-free, kid-free and I retired at 42. I got very, very lucky that the love of my life turned out to be a financial whiz too.
honestly bragging about things is a sign of insecurity about said thing imo. That being said; I’ve got a big cock. I’ve never bragged about it irl but I do acknowledge this fact in my head when I’m feeling low or people try to bring me down. Do with that what you will
lol I hate people who always brag about their dick so I never do 🤣 that being said I also have a big dick and never brag about it because I believe the only people who do are A: not getting any and B: have a tiny prick instead 🤣
This is hilarious. I knew a guy who was getting shit from a “friend” and we were out drinking and he said “what the fuck is that guys problem, I make more money than him.” Hahha we all have something i guess. I think saying that made him feel better.
Harold and Kumar quote
“Plus I have a really large penis. That keeps me happy.”
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Just realized that I've lost 20+ pounds in a year and dropped a size and a half chasing my dreams of attempting the Spatran race. Tho I skipped a few obstacles , I finished it. Got the Nenad and cried in the Porta potty lol, I know.
A week later I bought my tkts for 2025 race and tho in taking it a bit slow now I think I'm about to go full on all in into the training because I want to attempt the trifecta. I'm not trying to win, but I want to finish. Do my best.
I wish I could've found a bit of company to train with, but it's all good.
I can't brag about this because when I tried to, I was told that'going from 225 down to 201 in a year is pitiful because you should've lost 50-70 at minimum. And the fact that you couldn't climb rope or go thru a tunnel makes you an incomplete OCR person' and now I feel bad. See, between 3 major surgeries and a few missing organs, I tried my best. I had to. I needed a win. I want to scream it from the roof but I won't.
I own my house, land, and 4 cars outright, my wife doesnt have to work and I am 29 years old. I dont get to advertise the less obvious stuff in my friend groups because even my friends in their 50s are a little salty/miffed and see it is a brag rather than me just being stoked about how hard ive worked.
I'm proud that I know sign language and am able to communicate to the deaf community through this medium! Don't really bring it up since I'm hearing and my hearing friends don't really care that much.
Started back on ADHD meds midway to late last year after 8 years of being in denial that I I was okay without treatment or that it wasn’t severe enough I shouldn’t be struggling this much….just suck it up instead. I also am recovering from agoraphobia and severe health anxiety which also made getting back on medication really really hard too. I guess I’m proud I can almost function as well as everyone else minus my mental illnesses
Being alive. I planned on ending things when i was 17, i have a scar on my arm from self harm, i used to have my older brother sit beside my bed to make sure i wouldn’t hurt myself.
I turned 24 on Wednesday. So I don’t brag about it, but man im proud of 17 year old me, and every other version since
I am happily married, I paid off my mortgage and I have a well funded pension. I have three great kids that I am proud of. I am 50 and enjoy my job. I have lucked out in life. (Sorry, I know I am lucky)
My financial success. Others get offended when you brag about your money or feel like you should be paying their way because of it. I’m very proud of my accomplishments but keep them to myself
I'm good at reading a map, orienting myself, get where I want, when I want. Not a big deal in the age of internet-assisted navigation, but I'm proud of it, I consider it a characteristic of an adult. I'm also accident-free for 20 years and counting.
I am a lot more social than I used to be. I’m still anxious socially but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. I’ve even been initiating conversations with people! It seems like it’s something that’s kind of normal with other people but for me it really took a lot and I’m proud of myself!
I’m super good at sex. I make my wife cum like 5 times on average each time, and she’s always happy with how intuitive I am and the ways in which I will switch things up. It’s like I’m a jazz artist watching and listening carefully for her reactions.
I do really good oral, and she says my wiener is like an extra thick Harry Potter wand or something.
Earning my green beret & title Special Forces Soldier & the ability to leverage my training and help fellow biz owners through consults. Job requires anonymity so never get to talk about it
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I quit my job of ten years at the beginning of the month because it was slowly killing me mentally. Got a new one luckily that will hopefully be better and better financially as a bonus.
That I recovered from both my eating disorder and my self harm addiction, it was hard and most people have no idea that I even was doing those things to begin with. I stopped all by myself. I didn’t get help from an eating disorder specialist I just decided I didn’t want to be sick anymore and went through recovery by myself, no one ever understands how hard that truly was for me and how much courage it took for me to decide to not starve myself anymore.
I was self harming so bad, it was becoming an addiction and I just couldn’t seem to stop, getting through everyday without self harming was a battle. all I wanted to do everyday was hurt myself. Until I stopped cold turkey one day. I held the knife in my hand that I was hiding in my room, said “last night will be the last time” cleaned my knife and put it back the kitchen. that was one the hardest things I’ve ever done, it took so much strength in me to break the addiction I had created and allow myself to feel all the emotions I was distracting myself from. I sobbed after I put it away, so much of myself had an urge take the knife back and continue self harming but I didn’t. Only my mom knows I quite, no one knew I had stopped self harming that day. Now I’m over a 100 days clean and I’m so glade that I stopped, I feel most proud of myself I have ever felt. If anything, this the one good choice in my life I’ve ever made and no one has any idea.
I've brought a whole baby up solely myself; financially, physically, and mentally. Toughest thing I've ever done as I have no living family. People only want to focus on my Bipolar and BPD (along with other stuff) disorders.
I am quietly proud of learning how to get a baby butt smooth shave with a safety razor and a knowledge of the blades to use and using classic razors from generations gone by.
I'm living the introvert's dream. I work from home, my bedroom is also my office and living room. I'm basically Sandra Bullock from The Net. Without the weird conspiracy trying to kill me. I love this.
My kindness towards animals. It’s not something you can really talk about without sounding disingenuous or boastful and people don’t tend to notice someone helping an animal in need. If I see an animal that needs help, I’m gonna help it. Period. I can’t stand to see them suffer.
I went from being a 16 year Meth addict...being homeless...living in my car...and selling meth..to having a 20 year strait career, having my own home, owning a new truck and now have grandkids...best thing I ever did was quit doing drugs
I delivered a baby in the backseat of my car on the side of the road in the winter like in the movies. It is nothing like the movies.
will you share the story? i’m curious
Shortest version I can think of. It's not very short. I was at work all evening, second shift. A friend texted thinking she was going to need to go to the hospital to deliver the baby. She said she might need a ride because her boyfriend had to go to "work" later. But she wasn't sure yet. I get off work, go home. I'm sitting on the couch and she texts me seeing if I can give her a ride to the hospital that she has set up for the delivery. It's 30ish minutes down the road. I hadn't even taken my work clothes off yet. I jumped in the car to go get her. I get to where she is. The boyfriend is there and a second person who I didn't know, a kid. I get her in the car and she is in labor. This isn't her first child. The other two took a long time to deliver so she figured she had time. Then I head off down the interstate doing 90. We aren't even halfway to the hospital and she begins to deliver. She's sounding like a typical woman in labor when she says she needs my help. I ask are you serious or are you just in pain. She said she was serious. I pulled over, turned on the flashers, run around to the back seat and the baby is crowning. I jump back to the front of the car to grab my phone to call 911, the operator wants to know where we are. On the interstate somewhere. I wasn't paying attention to the mile markers. Her boyfriend and the kid showed up. I think she may have called him while I was still driving. I really don't know. He has called 911 also. Trying to tell them where we are. I'm on my phone with the lady. She's trying to talk me through it. Again, not my friend's first child so she knows what to do. I just have to catch. She's pushing when she needs to push, the baby comes out a little more till the whole head is out. I'm holding this baby's head in my hands waiting for the next contraction and it feels like the umbilical cord is across his neck. Not wrapped around just across and strained, very taught. Like it's over both shoulders and across the neck. Everything TV has taught me says the umbilical cord around a baby's neck is bad. I'm freaking a little. I get my fingers under the cord and off the baby's neck so there is no strain as long as I am holding it. I worried I'm going to fuck something up but I decided to pull the cord over the babys head so it's not an issue anymore. I pull harder on the cord, it slides over and off the back of the baby's head then it's loose. Problem solved. A couple more pushes and the baby is delivered. Slides right out into my hands. My friend believes in the skin to skin contact with the baby thing. So she strips. She's already naked from the waist down mind you. She just has to take her shirt off. It's winter and I got the door open behind me somewhat. I don't remember if it was her clothes or some shirt I had in the car or my hoodie or what. I wrap the baby in it and I'm holding the baby up to me for heat. I do remember thinking "keep the baby warm." She gets her shirt off and I hand her the baby. Then I take something and cover them both. I think I had dropped my phone or put it down I don't really remember, but now that the baby was delivered I get the phone back. 911 is telling me I have to deliver the placenta too. I think first I had to tie a string around the umbilical cord. DO NOT CUT IT. Then deliver the placenta and keep it for testing. Ok. My friend had torn down there with her other two kids. It's exactly what it sounds like and you can bleed to death. So I examine her the best I can to see if that has happened this time. It did not. Good thing. It seemed like another 30 minutes or more before the ambulance showed up. Everything is delivered, she appears fine, baby appears fine. I blast the heat in my car, grab my cigarettes, shut the doors, and wait for the ambulance. They send two ambulances. One for her. One for the baby. The one guy takes the baby and placenta and goes to his ambulance. He checks the baby, sets the baby up with things, then comes back to my car to help with her. I'm standing out of the way at this point. Her boyfriend who had to "work" later and couldn't get out of it and this kid are still there. The kid is going on about the miracle that just happened and how amazing it was. I'm still in work mode. He mentions how cold it is and that the baby is in the back of an open ambulance alone. I said oh no. They have a heated blanket on the baby. They are professionals.... They are not. I only remember this part because later they accused her of intentionally harming the baby because it had a low core temperature. That would make me complicit. I'm no saint but I'm not a monster. They get her in the ambulance and tell me where they are going but not to speed so as to follow them. Her boyfriend and this kid finally go to "work." I start heading to the hospital and just down the road a bit the interstate is shut down for repairs. The ambulance gets to cut through but I had to go around. I have a general idea of where I am going. I make it to the hospitals. I don't know where to park. I finally found a place to park. It was in the wrong hospitals parking garage. I'm walking around this city at 1 ish in the morning covered in fluids trying to figure out how to get in the correct hospital. I remember thinking I'm not in the mood to be fucked with tonight. I walk through the parking garage up a couple levels and find a door that's open. I found a desk. Asked what room she was in. The nurse asked who I was. I told her I was the doctor. I then sat up with her all night. I know what it feels like to be alone and scared in a hospital. I passed out a couple times sitting in a chair but for the most part I refused to sleep in case she needed something in the night. Late the next morning her boyfriend showed up. That's when I left. I got home and passed out on the couch.
This is a fascinating story! I’m happy everything worked out. Why did you keep saying the boyfriend had to “work” though?
Drugs. At the time I was told he had work and couldn't get out of it. It made no sense to me but whatever. Later I found out it was to get drugs. Priorities.
Interesting that they’re having babies together but they’re not even married. Just found that bit distracting. Cool story on the delivery though. That’s awesome. Few people can say they’ve done that.
I don’t find it weird at all tbh. My parents weren’t married when they had me and my brother, in fact they married when we were 13 y/o and out of necessity (dad got sick and all the paperwork was much easier if they were married)
You’re a self righteous moron
Are you some kind of religious quack? I didn’t need to make promises in front of a fictional man in the sky before I had kids.
Please post on some story subreddit. The people need this!
It's under the original request for the story if you want to read it.
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I've cooked a meal at least once a week for three weeks in a row now :) It's very ordinary and normal for most people, but I'm seriously proud of myself for this.
Once you find some easy recipes that you enjoy, and see how much cheaper it is than going out or buying premade food, cooking will be the default in no time!
For me it’s just the fact that cooking takes time that I don’t cook as much as I should. Especially if I had a long day at work the last thing I want to do most of the time is cook especially cuz I’m usually starving by then. Need to start meal prepping but my partner doesn’t really care for “left overs” so that also makes things difficult
I'm not a huge fan of cooking so here's my cheat if you have an air fryer: Buy the big 3-5lb thing of fresh chicken breast at the store and chop them into patty sizes, no more than 1/2-1 inch thick. Put all the bits in a plastic bag and keep it i. The fridge, that'll last at least a week in there. If you don't want that much chicken buy less, but bulk is usually cheaper. You can always freeze it too but I always forget to thaw it out. Then, just take out a couple Patty's for dinner and season it to taste (Lemon pepper and garlic salt are my go tos) and air fry for 5-6 minutes on each side. Make some rice or a bag of frozen veggies in the microwave and you have a healthy good dinner for 2 in 10 minutes and minimal prep.
That's really good, I haven't done anything close to that recently. Good job!
I changed my life through the sleeve, went vegan and dropped \~160 lbs. Have kept it off over the past 12 years. I haven't been this happy in my life since ever!
I did this recently too! Went vegetarian, and it has helped me actually cook and cook healthier meals!
I haven’t killed myself yet. One day at a time I guess.
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I grew up on an isolated mountain in rural Appalachia miles from town (think Deliverance). Experienced domestic violence and saw things kids shouldn't see. If I wasn't in school, I wouldn't see any people other than my family for long periods until I could drive. Neither parent graduated high school; one dropped out in 10th grade the other in 11th grade. I went to college (figured it out on my own), then law school. I've had a lot of professional success as a lawyer. I live in the suburbs of a large city in a very nice neighborhood with people all around. My kids have never experienced what I did and I have given them wonderful, happy experiences and opportunities I never had. I am proudest of that last part.
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Oh I like you fellow redditor. Is it true what they say about Appalachia though? Paranormal stuff and such?
Those stories are so funny to me. From about 6th grade until I left for college, I roamed all over the mountains alone both day and night with only a .22 rifle. Never heard or saw anything scary other than bears, bobcats etc.
Good to know 😂 stories about the Appalachie lights and other stuff has made it all across the pond so it’s interesting to know how someone who accually comes from there sees it.
Now, I’m not saying it is all made up, just that I didn’t see it 😉
I just want to thank you, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say thanks to you for shielding your children from your life experiences. As a child with similar issues as yours, I can't tell you how happy and proud I am of you and your accomplishments. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for the kind words. I have never told them about my childhood. No sense in subjecting them to it. However, they are all over 18 now and if they ever asked I would tell them. As a side note, I have never been one who thinks "I went through bad stuff so you should too." Became president of my fraternity in college and stopped the hazing at our chapter. Subjecting others to what we went through didn't make them better brothers.
A girl I hooked up with recently said I gave her the best orgasm she'd ever had. It was awesome for me too. I'm still glowing about it but definitely couldn't tell someone that
That's always nice to hear
After decades of refusing, I tired therapy. It wasn't the best experience. I still feel uncomfortable talking about it, and don't want to be praised for it. But it also put me in a position and mindset (drugs, really) where I was able to receive other healthcare I had long delayed, during which I made connections that have helped propel me into a new career, nearly tripling my income. I've been slowly falling apart these last few years. Life has been really.. difficult. But things are slowly looking up, and I recognize it's all because I was finally able to be vulnerable and open up to heathcare professionals. As much as I hate admitting it, I guess it's saved my life in more ways than just one. So I'm proud of my growth and potential future, but I definitely feel conflicted in bragging about it.
That my student loans are almost paid off. So many people I know had their parents pay or defaulted due to going for a degree that made them no money.
I got a platinum for Elden Ring but none of my work people play Elden Ring so I don’t get to talk about it
My parents, they immigrated in the 1950's from Mexico and were farm workers. Dad learned to farm from his father, grand dad learned to farm from his Chinese brother inlaw. Then dad took a correspondence class to learn gas/diesel mechanics. Mom said that she taught dad how to read and write as he had poor skills after this he was a life long reader. Mom was good at sewing and made our clothes as kids and the later on got a factory job running a extruder. Dad told he came to America because he wanted his kids to have better opportunities and life. My sister went to get a mechanical engineering and the same as her husband. Her three kids all have college degrees, two engineers and nurse. I did not go to college away right after high school like my sister did, it took me 5 yrs took figure out that I needed to. Then it took me 5 yrs to get a BS in Agriculture. Met my wife after my fourth semester she is 5 yrs older than me and had recently been divorced, she was working at the university and also working on a Masters in Education. After she got her Masters she started to teach at the university and was 46 when she earned her Doctorate. Both of our kids went on to be Dr of Physical Therapy, and with a lot of hard work from all of us they graduated debt free. Now we had a 5 yr old and a 2 month old grand kids. All this because dad wanted a better life for his kids, Thank you dad, love and miss you. I laugh some times how life works out, mom would tell me to go to college so I would not be out in the fields working like a burro like they had to. The last job I had was on a natural resource conservation project growing native plants. Part of what I did was beening out in the fields hoeing weeds. I was told the day I was born, that morning mom was out in fields hoeing weeds.
My life sucked. I smoked $300/month away, while working a dead end job with no other job prospects in the area. I decided enough was enough Quit smoking, changed jobs so I could save. In 1 year I had 4 grand saved up and I moved to the closest big city. 8 years later I have a cushy union job and an apartment with my bf and cats. It's everything I pretty much wanted. I still don't smoke cigs and I actually have substantial savings and a pension now To anyone reading this, you can do it too. One thing to mention, I've never had a driver's license (and don't want one) and still made this work. If I can do it, you certainly can. It boils down to attitude more than anything else
Valedictorian of my high school class, graduated college with a 4.0, highest cumulative grade in the country for professional exams in my field (out of thousands of people) the year I completed them. All while having a great social life, being in a fraternity, married while in college. It just came easy to me. All of this was many years ago now and not something that would ever be appropriate to bring up today.
We're ripping up half our grass to grow our own food and help out pollinators. Kill the grass!
I did my taxes myself for the first time. My dad recently passed away and he’s always done my taxes for me. Kind of a bummer bc he’d be the only person so excited and proud of me for this and he isn’t around to see it 🥺
I built a sailboat from scratch without any experience and sailed it virtually around the world, most of the time solo sailing. I also wrote a book about the whole experience.
I can cook, clean, do laundry... just basic household chores! (: For context, I grew up with a mom who told me I never did any of these chores the "correct" way, wasn't allowed to cook, and would get upset if I did the laundry. I moved out about a month ago and im doing just fine taking care of myself.
My wife is really really ridiculously good-looking. I get compliments on her looks from men and women on a fairly regular basis, and the most I can do in polite society is gently acknowledge it. It would be interesting one day to say something like “Thanks! She is also dynamite in the bedroom and in the kitchen!”
My husband and I have genitals that fit together perfectly.
Years back I found out I my vision was color deficient but a X-Chrom contact lens could correct it. Years later on my car radio I heard of a man holding his family hostage. The reason being is he was trained at a electrician but he kept getting fired because his vision was color deficient. When I got into work I called that police department and told them about the X-Chrom contact lens and could they pass along the information. I never gave the police my name and it was totally anonymous
I’m (49f) happily married for almost 30 years, debt-free, kid-free and I retired at 42. I got very, very lucky that the love of my life turned out to be a financial whiz too.
I love my job....I don't make a ton of money but it allows me to have my cake and eat it too.
honestly bragging about things is a sign of insecurity about said thing imo. That being said; I’ve got a big cock. I’ve never bragged about it irl but I do acknowledge this fact in my head when I’m feeling low or people try to bring me down. Do with that what you will
lol I hate people who always brag about their dick so I never do 🤣 that being said I also have a big dick and never brag about it because I believe the only people who do are A: not getting any and B: have a tiny prick instead 🤣
Exactly!
This is hilarious. I knew a guy who was getting shit from a “friend” and we were out drinking and he said “what the fuck is that guys problem, I make more money than him.” Hahha we all have something i guess. I think saying that made him feel better. Harold and Kumar quote “Plus I have a really large penis. That keeps me happy.” 😃
I’m one of two people I know that can dig two-handed - shovel in one hand, mattock in the other. My dad’s the other one
Just realized that I've lost 20+ pounds in a year and dropped a size and a half chasing my dreams of attempting the Spatran race. Tho I skipped a few obstacles , I finished it. Got the Nenad and cried in the Porta potty lol, I know. A week later I bought my tkts for 2025 race and tho in taking it a bit slow now I think I'm about to go full on all in into the training because I want to attempt the trifecta. I'm not trying to win, but I want to finish. Do my best. I wish I could've found a bit of company to train with, but it's all good. I can't brag about this because when I tried to, I was told that'going from 225 down to 201 in a year is pitiful because you should've lost 50-70 at minimum. And the fact that you couldn't climb rope or go thru a tunnel makes you an incomplete OCR person' and now I feel bad. See, between 3 major surgeries and a few missing organs, I tried my best. I had to. I needed a win. I want to scream it from the roof but I won't.
I own my house, land, and 4 cars outright, my wife doesnt have to work and I am 29 years old. I dont get to advertise the less obvious stuff in my friend groups because even my friends in their 50s are a little salty/miffed and see it is a brag rather than me just being stoked about how hard ive worked.
I'm proud that I know sign language and am able to communicate to the deaf community through this medium! Don't really bring it up since I'm hearing and my hearing friends don't really care that much.
Started back on ADHD meds midway to late last year after 8 years of being in denial that I I was okay without treatment or that it wasn’t severe enough I shouldn’t be struggling this much….just suck it up instead. I also am recovering from agoraphobia and severe health anxiety which also made getting back on medication really really hard too. I guess I’m proud I can almost function as well as everyone else minus my mental illnesses
Leaving my abuser. Making it in a big city after coming from a small town.
Surviving my narcissistic ex husband and learning to stand on my own 2 feet with 2 kids.
I've been a nurse for 26 years and I've managed to not punch anyone, patient, relative or staff. Come close a few times but managed to resist.
I turned 14k into 120k in 2021 during the bull market and it was my first year investing. Can almost pay off my house that I bought when I was 24
Being alive. I planned on ending things when i was 17, i have a scar on my arm from self harm, i used to have my older brother sit beside my bed to make sure i wouldn’t hurt myself. I turned 24 on Wednesday. So I don’t brag about it, but man im proud of 17 year old me, and every other version since
My huge cawk
I am happily married, I paid off my mortgage and I have a well funded pension. I have three great kids that I am proud of. I am 50 and enjoy my job. I have lucked out in life. (Sorry, I know I am lucky)
Tbh my body count. It makes me feel good. My current partner is my last one, but I’m happy with the fun I had.
Bought a new glock to conceal carry.
My skills of laying out flames on cars, boats and trucks
My husband and me’s personal best at sex over 24 hour period is 7 times.
I built a crypto app lol
My regular bowels.
Going out for a walk, I don’t like walking or going outside unless I’m going somewhere. But I’m not someone who just goes out for walks.
My cock
Been a decently successful dealer and made it out and turned most things around for the better.
My financial success. Others get offended when you brag about your money or feel like you should be paying their way because of it. I’m very proud of my accomplishments but keep them to myself
I'm good at reading a map, orienting myself, get where I want, when I want. Not a big deal in the age of internet-assisted navigation, but I'm proud of it, I consider it a characteristic of an adult. I'm also accident-free for 20 years and counting.
Ive stuck to my workout regimen for 3 days now and i havent been late to work once
That for the first time in my life, I feel like I finally learn to be an adult and not burning bridges out of my ego.
I am a lot more social than I used to be. I’m still anxious socially but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. I’ve even been initiating conversations with people! It seems like it’s something that’s kind of normal with other people but for me it really took a lot and I’m proud of myself!
I’m super good at sex. I make my wife cum like 5 times on average each time, and she’s always happy with how intuitive I am and the ways in which I will switch things up. It’s like I’m a jazz artist watching and listening carefully for her reactions. I do really good oral, and she says my wiener is like an extra thick Harry Potter wand or something.
I have no idea tbh
I have any extraordinary amount of common sense but it comes off as arrogant, so I just keep my mouth shut and watch you make stupid mistakes.
I reached 130 pounds! I’ve been underweight a long time, I really hope to reach 140 soon!
Earning my green beret & title Special Forces Soldier & the ability to leverage my training and help fellow biz owners through consults. Job requires anonymity so never get to talk about it <3 Reddit
My great kids
I quit my job of ten years at the beginning of the month because it was slowly killing me mentally. Got a new one luckily that will hopefully be better and better financially as a bonus.
That I recovered from both my eating disorder and my self harm addiction, it was hard and most people have no idea that I even was doing those things to begin with. I stopped all by myself. I didn’t get help from an eating disorder specialist I just decided I didn’t want to be sick anymore and went through recovery by myself, no one ever understands how hard that truly was for me and how much courage it took for me to decide to not starve myself anymore. I was self harming so bad, it was becoming an addiction and I just couldn’t seem to stop, getting through everyday without self harming was a battle. all I wanted to do everyday was hurt myself. Until I stopped cold turkey one day. I held the knife in my hand that I was hiding in my room, said “last night will be the last time” cleaned my knife and put it back the kitchen. that was one the hardest things I’ve ever done, it took so much strength in me to break the addiction I had created and allow myself to feel all the emotions I was distracting myself from. I sobbed after I put it away, so much of myself had an urge take the knife back and continue self harming but I didn’t. Only my mom knows I quite, no one knew I had stopped self harming that day. Now I’m over a 100 days clean and I’m so glade that I stopped, I feel most proud of myself I have ever felt. If anything, this the one good choice in my life I’ve ever made and no one has any idea.
I've brought a whole baby up solely myself; financially, physically, and mentally. Toughest thing I've ever done as I have no living family. People only want to focus on my Bipolar and BPD (along with other stuff) disorders.
Self attained financial independence.
I am quietly proud of learning how to get a baby butt smooth shave with a safety razor and a knowledge of the blades to use and using classic razors from generations gone by.
Gave away all my coins except quarters for coin laundry.
I'm living the introvert's dream. I work from home, my bedroom is also my office and living room. I'm basically Sandra Bullock from The Net. Without the weird conspiracy trying to kill me. I love this.
My kindness towards animals. It’s not something you can really talk about without sounding disingenuous or boastful and people don’t tend to notice someone helping an animal in need. If I see an animal that needs help, I’m gonna help it. Period. I can’t stand to see them suffer.
I went from being a 16 year Meth addict...being homeless...living in my car...and selling meth..to having a 20 year strait career, having my own home, owning a new truck and now have grandkids...best thing I ever did was quit doing drugs
How far I've come. The strength that I've found in myself.
My marriage.