I have experience with this. There is nothing damaging about co-sleeping occasionally. The risk is either of you becoming dependent.

A 27 year old single mother, if I had to guess, doesn’t plan on staying single forever. At some point a significant other, once properly introduced, will be staying the night and your son should not be a part of that.

The other issue I see here is “it’s kind of nice not having to sleep alone every night.” This does not strike me as healthy, especially when he stops co-sleeping.

Ultimately, you are the adult, and you are the caretaker. I would highly recommend getting your son a regular therapist to guide you through this.

If you dig through my comment history I’m sure I’ve given the whole story in various bits and pieces with more details and less details.

Essentially we were young. I ignored so many red flags, started thinking with my weiner, she love bombed me, I did what she wanted, she cheated, we separated then tried to make it work, and I later found out she had either not ended the affair or kept it to sexting only and low and behold dick pics.

It’s a sad story, but also a very good lesson to not listen to never stick your dick in crazy.

That would have been a better ending.

And quite possibly a viable ending. He’s a nerd, I’m a nerd. He plays Warhammer 40k I paint Warhammer 40k minis. He likes to act, I used to like to act. He works out. I started working out.

Hell, we might be the kind of dudes to be actually good friends. My ex would probably use the connection to try and get with him, and he could like turn her down. That’d be more awesome than I could ever imagine.

Very sure.

I harbor no ill will to the dude tho. He is not the reason my ex is the way she is.

That’s what I thought too.

https://www.mayoclinic.org/drugs-supplements-creatine/art-20347591

Plus the stuff is cheap. And its not a stimulant.

I personally enjoy the shoulder launched cruise missile that has a 6 foot range on the Broadside.

It might be pretty showy. And it might not create a gore fest Saw fans would be jealous of. And it might feel clunky.

Ok actually I don’t have anything I just like being artillery with legs

Feels like it sometimes NGL

Exactly. Pseudo hive mind.

258,000,000*

Isn’t it fascinating.

Like the other day I learned just how easy it would be to make an AI “character” and sell “nudes” to men on only fans.

Like if all the people scalping the Switch 2 had any clue how much they could make doing that, I’d be able to buy a Switch 2. Then I could do it too to make money to buy the Switch 2 games.

But unlike scalpers, my empathy prevents me from telling people there’s sex in the VIP room.

Send me her number. Because she clearly knows Tau are the only good guys in Warhammer.

So I recently found out my ex wife had a type. A type she desperately wanted me to fit into. A type that she would make me go to clothing stores for specific shirts that look good on pretty much no one but Henry Cavill.

I did not look like Henry Cavill. Turns out around the time we divorce she goes through this phase swooning over Henry Cavill. Then she cheats on me with a dude I don’t know the name of (except I’ve unfortunately seen his dick) and low and behold he has this kind Henry Cavill build.

Fast forward several years to now. I lost about 100lbs. Started lifting. Getting swole cause it was fun now that my body was smaller. Ate more protein, added creatine. Drink lots of water. I need different shirts. I dig out some old shirts, the only ones that sort of fit well are the ones she got at clothing stores that look good on pretty much no one but Henry Cavill. Turns out they still don’t look good on me, not because I’m not Henry Cavill, but I’m not a fuckboy.

My ex wife’s cat is one that loves to weave between the legs, especially when you are moving fast. We call him “neckbreaker” this is why.

Let’s start with the fact that we met at 14. This is important because my attraction to her was because she was (and still is) incredibly hot. 100lbs, hourglass, eyes that made me melt.

Well, all four years of highschool I was tutoring her through her remedial classes. She just barely graduated. As always though, thinking with your dick gets you in trouble.

I helped her start work on a two year degree she had a pell grant and scholarship for - that she couldn’t finish. Which of course she blamed on me because I was “too involved in my own education.”

She questioned the necessity of vaccines for a long time. Thankfully I got her opinion changed before we had a kid.

I remember when we first started dating she told me I “didnt have to be so smarty all the time.” I asked her what she meant and she said “well, have you tried like not thinking or learning everything you want to know?”

I felt bad for her. She couldn’t stand most jobs. I had this feeling I needed to be with her because she really had a dismal future. So I married her. I mean, come on, she’s hot. Maybe she can cook (she couldn’t cook well), or doesn’t mind chores, and she can be a little supportive. Plus, I would make enough that she wouldn’t need to work. And she really wanted to be a stay at home mom. Worked for me.

She couldn’t do the stay at home mom. She hated that “I got to work a job I liked” and she “had to be responsible.”

Fast forward a bit. She gets a job. She messes around with her boss, meets a customer has a “one time thing” with him. I’m crushed beyond belief. COVID comes around. I feel terrible about the potential for divorcing her. We try to work it out, im suspicious about the amount of time she spends with other men, she convinces me I’m too controlling. I discover her sexting nudes n stuff 3 years after the affair and she admits to it being the same guy (who I never found out who it was). She finally gets a job when I decide to divorce, but it comes with no benefits. Because she doesn’t want to work full or part time.

There’s more, but honestly I’m kind of done for now lol.

I could write an entire book on the reasons. The main factor was she cheated on me, wanted to make it work, I believed her, she hid the affair for 3 years (not very well) I discovered it again.

Men can be abused too. Yeah, I’m physically much bigger, but there is absolutely no way to defend yourself without looking like the bad guy, which she was well aware of.

She was also terrible in bed. And unfortunately about as sharp as a bowling ball and a few fries short of a happy meal.

Advice: Don’t marry someone just because they are hot.

I get that paid and laid rhyme, but it’s sort of a stretch to connect getting laid to getting paid.

I mean there are plenty of unemployed and unemployable people getting action. maybe like

Burn the midnight oil

So I don’t eat soil

Très vrai !

But it still takes me quite a bit of time still. Eventually. I hope. One day. I wish we had like language classes where I live :/

Ok I can do bits and pieces of French but not quickly, but yes I agree.

Also because it’s stupid hard to pronounce with an American accent.

Lmfao

Il y a beaucoup de français ici.

But I’m not French.