My parents were addicts and mentally unhealthy and did the best they could under those conditions, which was at least enough keep me alive long enough for me to meet my partner whom I’ve been with for 25 years and she always takes care of me when I’m sick and gives me love without condition.

They hated her, tried to break us up, tried to sabotage our relationship because I preferred to be with her. My family placed bets that we would be divorced in three years because we met young.

I’m the last one standing. I won. It just sucks that everyone couldn’t be kind to each other and take care of themselves and those around them.

I still remember being 8 years old, sick as fuck, fetal position on the floor, having just thrown up all over the floor. Sobbing and in pain.

My father smashing things and shouting how he has to clean up my mess. Just on and on, ranting and yelling and leaving me there when he was done.

I wish it was the only time my father was an asshole. I also wish it was my earliest memory of such incidents. My very first clear memory of anything at all was my dad pushing my face in the dirt because I said I didn’t want to go with him somewhere. I was three. I still taste the grit in my mouth, it was the first time I got dirt in my mouth that I could remember. It remains vivid and clear 4 and a half decades later.

I started hiding it when I was sick. I would go outside and throw up and bury it as young as ten. I became non-verbal for a time.

Parents out there: Your kids never forget. That one time that you have a “bad day” and snap? They remember it. That time they did something stupid because they’re small and you had clean up another mess? They already feel bad, and they will never forget how you treated them when they’re already in pain. You don’t “deserve” anything from your kids, you brought them into the world without their consent and your obligation to at least, if nothing else, take care of them and reduce the trauma of existing.

but since the pole still won’t fit it either punches holes in the barn or shatters.

Latest research is suggesting that the observer from the pole’s perspective sees the far door open before the near door, basically reversing the order of events. (Assuming the barn doors close briefly around to contain the pole, and then open again to let it through. The Barn sees the entire pole momentarily inside the barn with both doors closed, the pole sees itself enter the short barn, the far door closes briefly and then opens letting the front of the pole through, then the back door closes and opens as it passes through. IE: order of events can be recorded differently for each observer without breaking causality.)

You also cannot choose the spins of entangled particles, they collapse randomly in either direction when interacted with, meaning you cannot send messages. If you can figure out how to directly influence the spin of generated subatomic particles then BAM you have FTL communication.

But you would be amazed how many obstacles the universe throws in front of you when you try to break the speed of causality. Faster than light communication isn’t possible because it makes no sense when you understand it. It’s like “getting answers faster than questions.” It’s nonsense.