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  • Two, six times.

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    It was spectacular.
  • I put some cream on it and it went away
  • I was contacted by an X, tried to get me to go to some school for gifted people or some crap like that.  I turned it down.
  • I emailed an ex yesterday to wish her a happy birthday. It went fine.
  • My ex-wife reached out to let me know she was diagnosed with leukemia. It's apparently the most treatable kind, which is... nice, but still. I've been helping her with her treatment costs, because God forbid we live in a country where working class people don't have to choose between losing their house and DYING OF CANCER. I'd say it went as well as it could have?
  • I haven't been contacted by anyone.

    Which is nice...I guess.
  • I contacted my ex-fiancee back in April, just to check in and make sure that she and her mother were ok (her mother works as an infection control nurse, so she's crazy busy). They were.
  • Yes - she let me know what a mutual friend had passed away (of cancer at 36. fark cancer). She's also married to a building inspector on one of my construction sites (I'm the architect responsible for dealing with the inspector) which is hilarious. We all get along just fine.
  • I called my ex-wife on May 5th - it would have been our 25th anniversary.  I left a message and she never called back.  I must have really pissed her off when I cheated on her.  We do stay in touch when family/friends get seriously sick or pass.
  • I contacted an ex during the shut-down, but only to retrieve a bicycle she had borrowed and never returned. It ended well. I now have the bicycle back in my possession.

    (:
  • slantsix: Yes - she let me know what a mutual friend had passed away (of cancer at 36. fark cancer). She's also married to a building inspector on one of my construction sites (I'm the architect responsible for dealing with the inspector) which is hilarious. We all get along just fine.


    a good contractor knows the codes. a great contractor knows the inspector.
  • Thank You Black Jesus!: a good contractor knows the codes. a great contractor knows the inspector.


    In the Kafka-esque city bureaucracy in which I work, that's much easier said than done. About a year ago, a private investigation resulted in the ENTIRE inspection department getting fired. So now there's a bunch of people who actually try to do their job, but they don't know anything and think they have to adhere to every single letter of the code. It's infuriating.
  • It's physically impossible for me.

    I have no living foes.  I leave only a massive swath of destruction in my wake.
  • Was contacted by high school sweetheart I haven't seen or heard from in two decades, who wants to leave his wife and two kids for me. I'm also married, except I'm happily married. And God damn, the experience made me happy about my life choices.
  • An ex?  I've barely been contacted by my wife.

    /try the veal
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