Not happy or uplifting but I really miss my family. I have seen my parents once in 6 months. I've seen my sister twice. I feel like my life is passing by and I can't even be with my loved ones. This is hard.

^^. Agree. Let’s get back to happy stories please

Well this took an unexpected turn.

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Anonymous wrote:Married for 14 year long years. Not a great relationship but can't get out either. I just want to chat with someone. I'm so lonely and bored.

I started life as a chubby kid. Mom took me to the Husky section in Sears. Anyone remember the Husky section? Anyway, remained chubby through my teens, was teased, embarrassed to take off my shirt at the pool, etc.
Just turned 50 and in the best shape of my life. Occasionally I’ll run into a HS classmate and the reaction I get is priceless. They’re out of shape and balding or bald. I don’t throw it in their face, but damn it feels good knowing the years have been better on me and rough on them.

Were you fat when you got married?

And now taking your clothes off and screwing guys you meet on the Internet? Time to get some serious therapy.

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Anonymous wrote:Married for 14 year long years. Not a great relationship but can't get out either. I just want to chat with someone. I'm so lonely and bored.

I started life as a chubby kid. Mom took me to the Husky section in Sears. Anyone remember the Husky section? Anyway, remained chubby through my teens, was teased, embarrassed to take off my shirt at the pool, etc.
Just turned 50 and in the best shape of my life. Occasionally I’ll run into a HS classmate and the reaction I get is priceless. They’re out of shape and balding or bald. I don’t throw it in their face, but damn it feels good knowing the years have been better on me and rough on them.

Were you fat when you got married?

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Anonymous wrote:Married for 14 year long years. Not a great relationship but can't get out either. I just want to chat with someone. I'm so lonely and bored.

I started life as a chubby kid. Mom took me to the Husky section in Sears. Anyone remember the Husky section? Anyway, remained chubby through my teens, was teased, embarrassed to take off my shirt at the pool, etc.
Just turned 50 and in the best shape of my life. Occasionally I’ll run into a HS classmate and the reaction I get is priceless. They’re out of shape and balding or bald. I don’t throw it in their face, but damn it feels good knowing the years have been better on me and rough on them.

This made me smile for you. Happy 50th to you, and may you be warmly welcomed to the official IDGAF club. 🥳

My happy experiences have less to do with where I’ve gone but with whom I’ve been and the laughs and emotional connection we’ve shared. All sorts of moments jump out at me. Playing endless rounds of monopoly with my kids (5&8) at the beach. I kept landing on my son’s hotel on boardwalk. Every time I’d think “finally I’m bankrupt, the game is over!” they’d lend me money to resuscitate me. So sweet and so cute. Or playing card games like spoons, or talking about something that piques all of our interests. The other day I mentioned I went on a walk on Roosevelt Island, and my son was enraptured by the fact that I went to an ISLAND, probably imagining a Robinson Crusoe style destination. Or all the laughs I have with my sister, best friend, or mom. Most recently laughing about some online dating mishaps. Endless source of entertainment, lol!

Anonymous wrote:Married for 14 year long years. Not a great relationship but can't get out either. I just want to chat with someone. I'm so lonely and bored.

I started life as a chubby kid. Mom took me to the Husky section in Sears. Anyone remember the Husky section? Anyway, remained chubby through my teens, was teased, embarrassed to take off my shirt at the pool, etc.
Just turned 50 and in the best shape of my life. Occasionally I’ll run into a HS classmate and the reaction I get is priceless. They’re out of shape and balding or bald. I don’t throw it in their face, but damn it feels good knowing the years have been better on me and rough on them.

Everyone is lonely, OP

In the early days of Cancun, we stayed in a little hotel on the lagoon side, and rode the bus up and down Riviera Maya sightseeing. One night we left a beach really late, waited in the dark on the roadside, hoping to catch the last bus back to the hotel zone. Just when we were about to give up, the bus appeared. We got on and it was filled with locals, probably just finished their shift. There was a tiny TV mounted above the driver with some soap playing. It must be a famous show because soon everybody started singing along, except us. Surrounded by the happy chorus, I felt endless contentment while the old bus hurtled along the coast in darkness.

I went to build a bear and bought a stuffed “the child” from mandalorean it’s silly but makes me happy! Can’t wait for the next season so we can sit in the couch and watch it together. A little whimsy in these times goes along way!

My 5 yr old niece sent me a picture in the mail. I texted my brother that the duck was so cute and her art has really come along in the last few months. He said, "You'd better send me a picture so I can confirm the animal - otherwise she'll get upset that you didn't get it right."

It was a freaking pelican. How the hell would I know that? But whatever - I'll be ready with pelican compliments the next time we talk.

Similar to some other experiences on this thread, my sister and I spent a month traveling around Northern Europe years ago. We went to these Norwegian island towns and drove on a bus across the islands. The bus stopped about a mile from our hostel so we walked at 4 am on this small quiet road with rolling hills around us to the hostel. It never got dark there so we walked in this hazy light and there was this beautiful wooden church on the side of the road. It was just so peaceful and surreal and lovely. I’ll always remember those images and the feeling I had.

Anonymous wrote:A life experience about something that made you happy or made you feel special: When I was in my third year of law school a friend suggested me and my boyfriend and him go nighttime cross country skiing. We met at 11 pm in the law school parking lot and drove about an hour into the mountains. We skied under the moon about an hour to a shelter with a wood stove and made hot chocolate and then skied back. It was so quiet and dreamy with blankets of white snow everywhere catching the light of the moon. My boyfriend and I got home at 3 am or so and probably slept in and missed class. It is one of my happiest memories.

that sounds great. it reminds me of a somehow similar memory. early 20s, I was living in Europe and I went cross-country skiing with my dad and some friends. left our town on Friday afternoon, drove 4 hours to the Alps, got to a famous Alpine resort when the lifts were closing, people were going back to hotels and restaurants. we prepared our skis and gear, put up the headlamps and left, we started going up the mountain on what in the summer is a unpaved, narrow mountain road and soon everything became magic. the ski resort and people disappeared behind us, and we had a black sky dotted with stars, dark woods, the color of the snow at night, fresh and crisp air, the noise of the woods covered by snow. after a while the moon came out and the light was incredible. we went up for over 4 hours, until we turned a corner and we saw the light of a small hut, where we slept.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was 15, going on an international trip, some other high schooler decided we shouldn't be bored on the trip. We spent the whole 14 hour flight writing notes back and forth. It was a great way to pass the time. We kept in touch through college but then lost touch.

Did you keep the notes?

probably for a long time but then got disenchanted with having so much stuff and threw it all away. I'm 45 now and wish I had kept some of my old stuff.

You have the memory though.