Originally Posted by Lucem Ferre

I don't trust it after the last diagnosis was wrong and they prescribed me medication to treat something I didn't have.

Somebody close to me that died of cancer recently had their life drastically shortened because of that. They gave her the wrong meds and it killed her liver.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.

Originally Posted by Chula Vista

I'll add to the story for all of you sentimental *******s. And for you too Hawk.

It ain't been easy. There were many times that if it hadn't been for our kids we would have split up. We both came from divorced nasty families and were not going to put our kids through that ****. We even seperated for 6 months when Sherri was 3. I kinda went through a midlife crisis really early on. I realized my mistake and asked to come home, but Linda made me crawl back with my tail, not only between my legs, but also up my ass.

Packing up the family twenty years ago and moving out here was a very bonding experience. Again, we grew up in the same small town and up until 1997, lived there surrounded by lots of family and friends. Then BAM! It's just the 4 of us not knowing anyone and having to basically start from scratch.

Confession time. Linda and I haven't been physically intimate for about 4 years. It's partially due to age issues (we'll be a combined 114 years old this year), partially because of specific health reasons, but mostly because of dealing with Mike. There's this weird dynamic that happens between three people when the **** hits the fan. One takes the role of the victim (Mike), another takes the role of the apologist (Linda) and the other ends up being the bad guy (me).

Mike learned a long time ago how to play Linda like a fiddle. She was in denial for a long time about his "issues" and would always side with him. Put a HUGE strain on our relationship and led to my nervous breakdown a few years ago. Thank you Zoloft (I'm talking to you Lucem).

Anyway, she finally has seen the light, but the damage has been done between us. We're still the best of friends, can make each other just about piss laughing, and share everything 24/7. But the physical aspects are long gone. It's just not there anymore.

Anyhoo, I still cherish the memories of the ~10K times we got naked and swapped body fluids with each other in one manner or another.

Originally Posted by Chula Vista

I drink like a fish and Zoloft hasn't affected my liver one bit. After a month on it Linda told me to tell my doctor that if he ever stopped the prescription she'd hunt him down and kill him. She credits it for giving her her husband back.

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

Did you ever think she might not want her picture and the details about her husband's Zoloft limp dick plastered on some snarky music board full of *******s?

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

That's hawt!

Did you ever think she might not want her picture and the details about her husband's Zoloft limp dick plastered on some snarky music board full of *******s?

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

****. She's just glad it softened up your pecker.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.