Being single is absolutely shit.
Why would anyone prefer this life?
No sexual obligation to anybody. Sex when you actually want it rather than because somebody else has decided tonight would be nice.
Steak three nights running without anybody asking where the vegetables are. Leftovers still sitting in the fridge when you go back for them. Nobody asking what’s for dinner as though you’ve somehow been appointed Head of Catering.
Three hours in the Mall without somebody following you around looking like they’re being held against their will. Nobody asking if you’re nearly finished when you’ve clearly only just started.
Complete control of the thermostat. Cold? Heating on. Hot? Heating off. A remarkably efficient system.
The cat is the only one leaving his crap around the house, and at least he has the excuse of being an animal.
Your own money spent without having to explain, justify or ask permission. Bought something you didn’t need but just really wanted.
A bathroom that smells normal.
If something goes missing, you moved it yourself. No investigation required.
Nobody commenting on your body, makeup, hair or clothes.
Going out without getting texts every five minutes asking where you are and when you’ll be home.
No work events where you have to stand around pretending to be interested in somebody’s colleagues while desperately trying to remember which one you’ve been told is an arsehole.
Bed at 8pm if you fancy it. Bed at 2am if you fancy it. Who cares?
Nobody requiring congratulations because they loaded the dishwasher. Imagine completing a basic household task without expecting some form of award.
Holidays that are actually fun holidays instead of the same arguments in another country.
Nobody comparing your cooking skills to someone else.
No football. No rugby. No entire weekend being organised around the match.
Being ugly at home in complete peace.
Nobody eating the one thing in the fridge you’d been looking forward to all day.
No splitting the food bill 50/50 with somebody who eats twice as much as you.
Nobody standing at the door asking, Are you nearly ready? while possessing functioning eyes and looking directly at someone who clearly isn’t fucking ready.
Nobody saying nothing is wrong and then behaving for the next four hours as though you’ve murdered their entire family.
Sleeping peacefully with no one snoring and the whole bed to yourself.
No empty promises to keep track of.
Nobody picking a fight just before something important.
No resentment about doing everything yourself because you’re actually doing it for yourself.
No splitting the rent equally with somebody earning twice what you earn and pretending that somehow qualifies as equal.
Nobody eating, drinking or using the thing you specifically told them not to touch.
Furniture can be rearranged whenever you feel like it.
The remote stays where you left it.
The sheets remain their original colour and smell nice.
Nobody ignoring you while simultaneously occupying half your house.
And if the place is messy, at least you know which idiot made the mess.
What’s the worst part I’ve missed?
I didn't know Presley Gerber. But I was rooting for him from afar, the way you root for anyone you recognize battling the same demons.
Addiction is a disease that knows no bounds. It doesn't care who your parents are, how much money you have, how loved you are, or how hard you're trying. And he was trying. He fought for his recovery in public, in front of a world that offers very little mercy to people who struggle where everyone can see.
We lost nearly 200 people to overdose in this country yesterday. We'll lose nearly 200 more today. About 1,300 a week. Almost 6,000 a month. Roughly 70,000 last year. Every one of them was somebody's Presley.
He started Mental Health Mondays because, in his words, "the goal was to spark real conversations about the stuff most people hide."
So don't hide. Ask for help. Keep asking. And if you've asked before and it didn't take, ask again.
You are not alone.
SAMHSA's National Helpline is free, confidential, and answers 24/7. 1-800-662-4357. You can also call or text 988.
Recovery isn’t built on willpower alone.
🤝 Sponsor
📞 Phone
📖 Literature
👥 Meetings
📝 The Twelve Steps
🗣️ Sharing
🛠️ Service
⏳ One day at a time.
When addiction gets loud, use the tools.
Don’t isolate. Don’t face it alone.
Today, I choose recovery.
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When you're in your 50's
and you don't know if
you should retire,
go back to school,
move to a different
country, hit the road and
never look back or just
cry in your
car listening to 80's
music from when you
were 15 and alive
At the 1989 MTV Awards, Tom Petty started "Free Fallin'" alone, then Axl Rose emerged from the shadows to join him.
Two completely different voices, Petty's laid-back drawl and Axl's howl, sharing one mic. Nobody saw it coming.
My ultimate favorite performance. Their chemistry is off the charts. Who ever will be as equally stunning and charming as the great @DollyParton? Thank you for this clip @yashar 🦋
I was such a sick alcoholic, I wanted people to read my mind and when they failed to do it, I would get angry! What kind of insanity is that 😂😂
#RecoveryPosse
Eat this everyday for the next 4 weeks to start losing 1-3 pounds a week.
Three options for every meal, so you're never stuck with food you don't want: