When I was 7 my moms boyfriend was beating her to a pulp. I was sure he was going to kill her this time.

I wholeheartedly believed I could overpower him and save her so I grabbed a toy hockey stick and ran over. All it took was one measly swing from a scrany, malnourished kid and all his attention on me. That’s all I got in before I realized how wrong I was, followed by watching my mom run out the back door. I knew in my heart she wasn’t leaving to get help and I was right.

I’ve gone through a lot before and after that but I’ve never been more horrified than that very moment. I remember the horror leave me shortly after when I was certain I wouldn’t see tomorrow.

My son turns 3 next month and had no clue about SUDC. Thank you for sharing.

My heart goes out to you and your wife. I hope you both found some sort of peace.

Well what’s the number? Don’t leave us hanging.

I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it’s something I’m comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there’s a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.

Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I’m glad my wife wasn’t home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.

I feel like it all depends on what you’re cooking and what the egg is meant to do. For brownies/cake applesauce is pretty good, when I make desert breads I use a flax egg. If whole point of the egg is to help hold things together (which it usually is) and i know my fake egg isn’t gonna cut it I’ll throw in a dash of corn starch along with whatever egg substitute I’m using.