July 16 2026
Dear Pretty Little Bird,
I never tell you what I like or love about you. In the past, when I did, you retreated into hiding. I stopped saying "I love you." I stopped telling you that you’re beautiful. Since then, you seem more present. The pressure was simply getting to be too much for you. You have so much on your plate right now, and I don't know how much more you can handle.
Maybe that’s my fault. I should have focused on what we both could see, instead of just what I believed. What you think and what I think are two very different things.
I love your strength, but you hate that you are forced to be so strong. I love your resilience, but you hate that life feels so heavy and long. I love your resourcefulness, but you hate having to constantly make do with what you have.
I smile when I tell you to rest and do nothing, only for you to eagerly prove me wrong. I smile when I give you a plan to stick to, just for you to return and proudly show me the one you made on your own.
I love your girliness. You are such a doll. My mom would love you so much! It hurts to know y’all wont get to meet.. She is incredibly kind and sweet. Way more than me. You would adore her. She loves thrifting too, and I can picture her taking you to bingo.
But here I go again, focusing on what could be instead of what is right in front of me.
I love to truly see you. But you hate being seen
Quietly here,
Me
I understand the sentiment but it’s just bad communication. And a lot of online stuff I see about communication would have you believe women are great at it and men suck at it. She could have communicated her uncertainties and out the ball in his court so to speak. But instead her was made to believe that he was rejected
@BlueCollarInvr One of the guys is having a hard time, so today he was talking his shit and said “All I’m waiting on now is for Pdiddy to pop up and fuck me in the ass!”
@theappleMN@C_Web1761 You’re not wrong with the facts. Calling it the softest generation might just be based on emotions however. It’s one of those things that you never think will happen until it happens to you. And the whole “I don’t feel safe” shit is used by a lot of manipulators unfortunately.
@rpslattt My kids never get up and get food for themselves. It’s weird. If I had access to all that as a child I would be a fatass. But when they’re with their mom she does “close the kitchen.” They do demand I cook all their meals and never let me forget about dessert
It’s good for all of chat to have been a part of warm and loving households. Help me understand the defensiveness and the personal attacks if y’all were all raised right? Someone said they were thought how to talk right to people, why isn’t that on display right now? Since you’re all experts, my son just complain that the lemon I gave him was smaller than his brothers, was that a good time to tell him to man up? It’s been clinically proven that you can never love your children too much. Men I’m sorry you were told to man up and for the woman you don’t need to continue and be dismissive to yourselves and keep blaming your hormones. This is a safe space.
Also I just worked 10 hours in the hot sun/hot ass attic. How bout yall hop off my dick.
@itsrosesm Gender dysphoria? 0
But let’s not pretend like we were cared for properly. Boys were told to man up and girls were told it was just their hormones. The cycle of abuse carries on. It just looks different now.
@MarcusJose53915@LotsofDinero I think that’s because of nicotine inhibiting absorption of some proteins. Idk what receptors but I understand how inhibitors work.
@LightOnLiberty Yes you don’t need to be a U.S. citizen to get a drivers license in Minnesota. Some other places too. And you can vote using the license as form as ID
July 14, 2026
Dear Pretty Little Bird,
Hurt people hurt people. I always have accepted that as truth but never understood it fully. I keep having to ask myself why we do the things we do. I’ve been losing myself in deep thought trying to understand it all. The rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions I’ve been experiencing has been both exhausting and enlightening.
I never thought I’d get so lost in trying to find you. I’m stuck in a maze built by your walls, so high up the chance of escaping feels impossible. I follow the fading sound of your voice, desperately hoping to see you, before everything goes dark and quiet again. Some days, when the light comes back, you’re standing there right in front of me, balancing on the very edge of your mind. I try to dig my heels in deep to break your fall. I try to hold you tightly, so you can’t let go, but you always find a way to slip through the cracks. You’ve slipped through them so many times in the past that you’ve gotten good at it. And truthfully, you’re so much stronger than me that I can never hold on hard enough.
I hate the feeling but I can feel my grip loosening. I’m losing touch. I’m losing the same type of control that I see you struggle to maintain, and I think we’re losing our connection. I still remember when you told me to follow you so that I can see your videos. Seeing your face every day made me smile. It was bliss. Then something happened. You told me what you were doing and I told you that you were only hurting yourself. I tried to give you a safety net but you found a way to slip through. That day your caption read that bad things happen, showing off your outfit. You seemed giddy. I can’t make sense of that. You’d rather choose to hurt over protecting yourself. You even apologized for two days in a row. I wanted to run but loving you felt better. A few times you hinted at needing help, then you disappeared when you got what you needed. I try to take your words at face value but your actions tell me a different story. Like that one time I confronted you about lying. That took a lot out of me. Trust is earned in droplets but lost in buckets.
It feels like you use my love against me. You make it seem easy. I hate the feeling, but I look back in anger. I put my best foot forward. What, that’s not good enough? I divert all my energy towards you. Now where are you? You once told me how angry you were at someone that wronged you. I couldn’t help but feel proud of you. Because sadness is hopeless and anger means action. Now I’m feeling the same type of anger, and the guilt is killing me. I promised myself I’ll keep enough hope for the both of us. Now where am I? I can’t do
this. I need a break. Okay, I’m back.
You have to lose yourself to find yourself. I feel like I’m losing to myself. I feel like I’m losing to you. I told myself that the sadness was beautiful so I kept fighting. I told myself that the anger was good so I had to face it. It felt like I was burning. But it’s a new day. The resentment you felt when you slipped through the cracks back then is the same you were projecting. Now I’m repeating those actions. How unfair to you when you’re just coping. My silence has kept the peace and kept you safe. So why do I get angry when you stay quiet? Hurt people hurt people, and I’m doing that perfectly. I guess I was lying when I told you no one was perfect. I prioritize your stability, but why can’t I be stable? I wanted to dig my heels in deep and catch you slipping. Now I understand why it seems so easy just letting go. I can’t even blame you for running. You weren’t punishing yourself. You were trying to survive. My words were hurtful. You were coping, trying not to shatter your mind. I hope I don’t become why you keep slipping.
Catching Myself,
Me
@livvymattock Yes if she’s not attractive. And that can be because of physical looks or character. Attraction can be killed sometimes easier than others