I just came across a picture of a loved one, I’m not in touch with them anymore. Got to know about their terrible situation and it just broke me completely. Started crying in public all of a sudden. What is something that broke you ?
I just came across a picture of a loved one, I’m not in touch with them anymore. Got to know about their terrible situation and it just broke me completely. Started crying in public all of a sudden. What is something that broke you ?
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The ending of Train to Busan.
That ending came out of nowhere, hits a lot different when you have a daughter!
People celebrating their last days with their dog. Seeing a senior dog smiling and having a blast makes me smile but it also breaks my heart.
Knowing I’ll never have a family.
Seeing a kitten in a place it shouldn’t be. Obviously a stray looking for food. One barely old enough to run around.
The little dude is going to have a shit life.
Some music. Like my mom’s favorite songs etc. they can really bring up emotions
Thinking of my kids that disowned me after I divorced. People keep saying it will get easier and someday they will come to their senses. But I am expecting to see children, and they are now graduating high school. That thought ruins me.
I looked at my license picture the other day. I had it revoked because I think insurance is mostly a scam and it’s mandatory in my state. My dad is the one who drove me over an hour away to get it back. Despite him being sick with prostate cancer. I was depressed at the time and didn’t care how I looked. He laughed when he picked me up and said “son, don’t you think you should comb your hair?” “EH, what does it matter Dad?” was my reply.
Now, 7 years later, I have to renew it this year. He passed away last August. I just looked at it the other day and simultaneously cackled and broke down in tears. You were right, Dad. I should have combed my hair. I look like a god damn fool in that photo.
My life has changed SO MUCH for the better since then. That wasn’t the only advice he gave me that he eventually turned out right on, but it’s the latest one I found.
My uncles passing. I was in high school when he passed away, 18 years later, i still dont like to talk about him because i break down.
I came across one of my dog’s chew toys that was an angry cheeseburger and cried in my living room hugging it. I keep it out on a shelf in my work room now. I’m always going to miss Sandy though. She was a perfect girl.
Stories and shows involving a mom passing away. My mom was battling a disease for 9 years when it took her in the worst way possible. Every single time I see a mom passing in a story, movie, show, etc it brings back how I felt the day she passed and how much I miss her.
Pictures of my kids when they are young.
Watching my parents become toddlers again
I have 5 urns on the TV console in my speakeasy/bar room. 3 of them are dogs, 1 is my mom, and 1 is my sister.
It’s hard being in there sometimes.
When my children have come to me asking me to take 10 minutes, to talk with them. Even when I am running behind I do my best to give them what I can. I work multiple jobs to keep our bills paid. I hate when they have to ask for time. I hate when I have to keep such high output just to survive. I feel like shit when they have to remind me. I am a terrible father. But I am trying.
I don’t know if it’s because the production of testosterone slows down after 30, but first thing in the morning, some songs make me tear up.
At first it was sad songs, like A.P.I.D.T.A by Jay electronica. But then it was happy songs too, like Man of the year by schoolboy q.
Anything to do with good dads. I lost my hero in ’17. He taught me to be the man I am today. I miss him everyday.
Finding out an ex-girlfriend died of alcohol/opiate toxicity.
It was a rough breakup. Left me feeling pretty bitter for a very long time, but I eventually healed and moved on. Then one day, years later, I had one of those “I wonder what she’s up to these days” moments and looked her up on Facebook. Turns out, she got married, had three kids, and then died too young.
Morbid curiosity got the better of me, so I did some googling and applied some OSINT skills to piece together what happened. Apparently she made a very dumb mistake before going to bed one night, and then never woke up.
I was heartbroken for her husband and kids, because I’d be heartbroken for any family that loses its matriarch that young. But I was super confused about how I was supposed to feel about it beyond that. Was I supposed to feel personal sadness, for myself? Because I really didn’t. Did that make me a horrible person? I’m still not sure.
Mostly what haunts me about it is how rough the breakup was, and how I eventually forgave her for that, but I did it quietly, inside my own head, and then just moved on. I never sent her an email saying “Hey, I know we didn’t part ways on the best terms, but I’m doing well, and I hope you’re doing well, and I sincerely wish you the best.”
I didn’t realize until the opportunity was gone just how important that step would have been.
I mean, I doubt she thought about me at all in her final moments. I definitely prefer to think she didn’t. But on some level, she died thinking I hated her, and I regret that. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to live with that regret for the rest of my life.
Editing to add: There’s also a part of me that wonders, if our breakup wasn’t such a shitshow, maybe her life would have taken a slightly different trajectory. Maybe she wouldn’t have mixed alcohol and opiates on that fateful night. But, I don’t let myself go too far down that train of thought. Years of no-contact passed between the breakup and her death. There’s no way any reasonable person could possibly construe it as even the slightest bit my fault. But still, the thought is there.
Liars.
Nothing yet, and it is scaring me.
All my life I was the pillar of my universe, all my family and friends and peers relied on me. When everyone cried, I was the one they cried on. I had to remain unshaken, immovable, and bear all things unbroken.
I didn’t shed a tear when my father passed. In the middle of the wailing and screams from my family and relatives as his body was burned.
I am unbroken so that they may break in safety ..
And as years go by I feel more and more that I am not the infinite well that I thought I had to be.
I feel like I’m filling up. With something.
And I fear deeply for the day I discover I am about to overflow.
When someone arranges a birthday party, invites a bunch of people, but no one shows up. Just the thought of it happening to a hypothetical person makes me well up. Don’t know why, it’s never happened to me, but I’ve had this feeling about ignored birthday parties since I was a kid.
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When I’m scrolling through my pics or emails looking for something and find pictures of one of my dogs that has passed. Catches me off guard every time no mater how many years pass.
I would have said nothing, but I was at the train station a few months ago. There was a guy on the platform talking on the phone. He seemed to have a slight learning disability and he was obviously talking to his girlfriend. He was on his way to see her, but she was breaking up with him. You could hear his voice break as he grasped at straws. He tried to reason, then to beg. His whole life was collapsing around him. I looked away only to make eye contact with someone else who was as caught up in his drama as I was. I honestly almost cried.
Pictures of my cat I lost on rememberance day last year. Had her since she was born. She was my baby and she’s gone and I had to decide it was time to end her pain. Since then I’ve lost my job and my wife has left me as well. It’s all been a nightmare
Seeing people abandon their dog.
2 days ago I had to put down my first cat of 15yrs. He was my best friend and we imprinted on each other. I bawled during the procedure and multiple times throughout the last couple of days. Today is the first day I feel somewhat more stable but just more of an overall crummy feeling.
I’m 33 and have never really been around death. Any past relatives of mine died when I was too young to really understand so this whole grieving process is very new to me.
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I am a man who overthinks and can be very emotional.
I try to act tough most times. But what breaks me isnt the overthinking. Its those specific memories where you notice how you hurt someone or when you said something that you only realised now might have been understood in a different way.
Subtle things or even painful memories you play back as nostalgia but then the emotions hit you like a train.
A few things come to mind – The scene from Interstellar with Murph just fucking destroys me every time.
Otherwise, I find certain songs invoke a ton of feelings and can cause me to let it all out.
When I stop smoking weed, and see someone in a less fortunate situation, or a picture of my past self
Pictures of my godfather, he was a hard working man that gave everything for his kids only to be left to die a broken man alone and I was too young to do anything for him.
Seeing happy families while I’m 100% alone. It’s like starving at a buffet.
Nothing anymore. Been through too much shit