When a Condom company can makes a better ad than the so-called professional advertisements.
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Got a Divorce. Accidentally Got a Daughter. Life’s Weird Like That.
The only decent thing to crawl out of the wreckage of my divorce was a 19-year-old girl with a sharp tongue and a heart the size of the Howrah Bridge. Yeah, I know how that sounds. But hold on.
I post here sometimes. Spill my guts in cheap words because that’s cheaper than therapy and easier than drinking myself blind again.
And people, strangers, really, have been absurdly kind. They check in. They share their own scars. They tell me to hold on, that I will crawl out of this shit eventually. And for that, I am stupidly grateful.
One day, this kid messages me. Nineteen.
Says she likes what I write.
Says she wants to check in on me from time to time.
I say, “Sure, why not.”
Didn’t expect anything.
But we start talking.
Books. Nietzsche vs Ayn Rand.
Manga. Anime.
Coding and AI (She is studying engineering).
She explains Gen Z lingo like I am 90 and deaf in both ears.
We watch movies together, online.
Whole scenes pass in silence and it’s not awkward. That’s rare.
One day she says, “Hey, I want you to meet my boyfriend.”
Adds me to a WhatsApp group with the two of them.
And I swear, it felt like I had been invited into someone’s messy, honest little world.
Like I mattered again, even if just a little.
I don’t have kids. Probably never will.
But I feel this strange fatherly affection for her.
Not in the creepy way, don’t be stupid.
In the way where you find yourself hoping someone gets all the good things you never did.
I’m 35.
Socially awkward.
Workaholic.
Emotionally constipated.
Making a new friend at this age is like trying to learn to skateboard with arthritis.
But somehow this kid slipped through my cynicism and landed right in the softest part of my ruined heart.
So yeah. Got a divorce. Lost my wife, the love of my life. Got a daughter.
Weird trade. But I will take it.
Thanks, r/Kolkata.
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@rkolc
The only decent thing to crawl out of the wreckage of my divorce was a 19-year-old girl with a sharp tongue and a heart the size of the Howrah Bridge. Yeah, I know how that sounds. But hold on.
I post here sometimes. Spill my guts in cheap words because that’s cheaper than therapy and easier than drinking myself blind again.
And people, strangers, really, have been absurdly kind. They check in. They share their own scars. They tell me to hold on, that I will crawl out of this shit eventually. And for that, I am stupidly grateful.
One day, this kid messages me. Nineteen.
Says she likes what I write.
Says she wants to check in on me from time to time.
I say, “Sure, why not.”
Didn’t expect anything.
But we start talking.
Books. Nietzsche vs Ayn Rand.
Manga. Anime.
Coding and AI (She is studying engineering).
She explains Gen Z lingo like I am 90 and deaf in both ears.
We watch movies together, online.
Whole scenes pass in silence and it’s not awkward. That’s rare.
One day she says, “Hey, I want you to meet my boyfriend.”
Adds me to a WhatsApp group with the two of them.
And I swear, it felt like I had been invited into someone’s messy, honest little world.
Like I mattered again, even if just a little.
I don’t have kids. Probably never will.
But I feel this strange fatherly affection for her.
Not in the creepy way, don’t be stupid.
In the way where you find yourself hoping someone gets all the good things you never did.
I’m 35.
Socially awkward.
Workaholic.
Emotionally constipated.
Making a new friend at this age is like trying to learn to skateboard with arthritis.
But somehow this kid slipped through my cynicism and landed right in the softest part of my ruined heart.
So yeah. Got a divorce. Lost my wife, the love of my life. Got a daughter.
Weird trade. But I will take it.
Thanks, r/Kolkata.
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