They call me ribsplitter
@ribsplitter.bsky.social
Rib/Rose | she/her 🏳️⚧️ | 26 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Dumb homeless horny idiot writer person
My brain doesnt work 😵💫😵💫😵💫
@Black_Rose3639 on exbird
ribsplitter on discord
Dumb homeless horny idiot writer person
My brain doesnt work 😵💫😵💫😵💫
@Black_Rose3639 on exbird
ribsplitter on discord
Happy birthday and happy deathday dad
January 1, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Happy birthday and happy deathday dad
I dont think this is going to be the last time i ever talk about my dad, but it'll be the only time i ever describe the experience i had to endure in detail. I have within me equal parts love and hate of him that mix into a sour feeling in my soul that keeps from feeling good just saying i hate him
January 1, 2025 at 7:29 PM
I dont think this is going to be the last time i ever talk about my dad, but it'll be the only time i ever describe the experience i had to endure in detail. I have within me equal parts love and hate of him that mix into a sour feeling in my soul that keeps from feeling good just saying i hate him
I get to keep all of this bottled in because im surrounded by people who think the balance of good and bad is on a scale and they've tipped it in the wake of my dad's death. I say its more like chemistry, all the good he did is tainted and diluted by every time he threatened violence on someone
January 1, 2025 at 7:23 PM
I get to keep all of this bottled in because im surrounded by people who think the balance of good and bad is on a scale and they've tipped it in the wake of my dad's death. I say its more like chemistry, all the good he did is tainted and diluted by every time he threatened violence on someone
I have had maybe a handful of dreams across 357 days of 2024, ones where the car shop gets converted into a grocery spot and we lose our home, me and my surviving family fall into a giant crack in the road and die, etc etc. This is my only one with my dad.
January 1, 2025 at 7:20 PM
I have had maybe a handful of dreams across 357 days of 2024, ones where the car shop gets converted into a grocery spot and we lose our home, me and my surviving family fall into a giant crack in the road and die, etc etc. This is my only one with my dad.
My one dream of him this year was in march, where as i was entering the room, i turn to see him suddenly. He starts talking to me, but its complete gibberish like his vocal chords were shredded. Gradually, he starts molting and melting into this monstrous mass of flesh and bone, devouring me
January 1, 2025 at 7:17 PM
My one dream of him this year was in march, where as i was entering the room, i turn to see him suddenly. He starts talking to me, but its complete gibberish like his vocal chords were shredded. Gradually, he starts molting and melting into this monstrous mass of flesh and bone, devouring me
Across 2024, my family has had several dreams where he was there and he was a comforting presence. Offering advice or guidance in their time of need. He gives us lotto numbers or w/e. His spectral presence can be "felt" protecting our household from the afterlife, looking out for us.
January 1, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Across 2024, my family has had several dreams where he was there and he was a comforting presence. Offering advice or guidance in their time of need. He gives us lotto numbers or w/e. His spectral presence can be "felt" protecting our household from the afterlife, looking out for us.
Everyone else has whatever good memories they have of him and they're conten to live with those memories as much as they want. I cant live like that. All i see of him is when he'd casually and thoughtlessly hurt people. All of his kindness and love is overshadowed by his cruelty for me.
January 1, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Everyone else has whatever good memories they have of him and they're conten to live with those memories as much as they want. I cant live like that. All i see of him is when he'd casually and thoughtlessly hurt people. All of his kindness and love is overshadowed by his cruelty for me.
He once got into an argument with my sister where he threatened to beat her over the head with the reinforced steel padlock we use to lock the front door of the car shop. Anytime this year my sister broke down and cried about our dad missing events, i see him gripping the padlock like brass knuckles
January 1, 2025 at 7:06 PM
He once got into an argument with my sister where he threatened to beat her over the head with the reinforced steel padlock we use to lock the front door of the car shop. Anytime this year my sister broke down and cried about our dad missing events, i see him gripping the padlock like brass knuckles
He once got into an argument with my mom that ended with him destroying a bunch of shelving in our fridge at the time and strangling my mom. Any story of him i hear from my mom, funny, happy, whatever, i just see the mental image of him choking her out
January 1, 2025 at 7:03 PM
He once got into an argument with my mom that ended with him destroying a bunch of shelving in our fridge at the time and strangling my mom. Any story of him i hear from my mom, funny, happy, whatever, i just see the mental image of him choking her out
He was incredibly macho to a self-destructive degree and was upset when i didnt meet that standard. Too proud to ever see himself as anything other than correct in all of his actions, regardless of the pain he inflicted onto others. Not at all quick to use violence, but it wasnt off the table.
January 1, 2025 at 6:58 PM
He was incredibly macho to a self-destructive degree and was upset when i didnt meet that standard. Too proud to ever see himself as anything other than correct in all of his actions, regardless of the pain he inflicted onto others. Not at all quick to use violence, but it wasnt off the table.
I think the only tears i had to give were during the funeral, where for the last time i would see my dad before he got cremated and turned into ash. Theres this emptiness and strangeness everything i try to figure out how i feel about my dad, before and especially after he died.
January 1, 2025 at 6:54 PM
I think the only tears i had to give were during the funeral, where for the last time i would see my dad before he got cremated and turned into ash. Theres this emptiness and strangeness everything i try to figure out how i feel about my dad, before and especially after he died.
I went back to sleep and did so for the entire day and night. I usually dont have dreams and i didnt get to have one that entire time either. I kept coming in and out, hearing outside people stopping by to give their condolences for our loss.
January 1, 2025 at 6:52 PM
I went back to sleep and did so for the entire day and night. I usually dont have dreams and i didnt get to have one that entire time either. I kept coming in and out, hearing outside people stopping by to give their condolences for our loss.
There was dirt and grime all over the floor that was tracked in by the paramedics and police. My dad was gone and it was over, but all the signs were marked everywhere. By the time it was over, i was so tired. I had gone to sleep at 8am and woke up at 12pm, i only had 4 hours of rest inside me.
January 1, 2025 at 6:48 PM
There was dirt and grime all over the floor that was tracked in by the paramedics and police. My dad was gone and it was over, but all the signs were marked everywhere. By the time it was over, i was so tired. I had gone to sleep at 8am and woke up at 12pm, i only had 4 hours of rest inside me.
From there it was mostly a blur. We came back inside the room, they tossed his blanket onto my mom's bed. There was blood on my mom's sheets from when someone extubated him and nobody cared not to let the blood-covered tube not touch anything.
January 1, 2025 at 6:43 PM
From there it was mostly a blur. We came back inside the room, they tossed his blanket onto my mom's bed. There was blood on my mom's sheets from when someone extubated him and nobody cared not to let the blood-covered tube not touch anything.
The horror took over again for my mom and sister when they were wheeling out my dad, wrapped and tied in a cocoon of his bed sheets with the bag they were supposed to put him in just sorta laid over him. He was an incredibly obese man and probably didnt fit or noone had to strength to get him inside
January 1, 2025 at 6:40 PM
The horror took over again for my mom and sister when they were wheeling out my dad, wrapped and tied in a cocoon of his bed sheets with the bag they were supposed to put him in just sorta laid over him. He was an incredibly obese man and probably didnt fit or noone had to strength to get him inside
All there was to do was wait for funeral services to arrive and grab up my dad, and then everyone would leave, police included this time. Everyone entered mourning mode and started reminiscening about the good old times with my dad. I couldnt take part in that personally.
January 1, 2025 at 6:37 PM
All there was to do was wait for funeral services to arrive and grab up my dad, and then everyone would leave, police included this time. Everyone entered mourning mode and started reminiscening about the good old times with my dad. I couldnt take part in that personally.
My brother arrived from up north where he was at a party with his wife when he got called. He moved the last car in the way as i was parking the fourth one. Everyone converged in the clinic parking lot: my mom, sister, brother, his wife, and my dads friends. They all just stood in silence and horror
January 1, 2025 at 6:32 PM
My brother arrived from up north where he was at a party with his wife when he got called. He moved the last car in the way as i was parking the fourth one. Everyone converged in the clinic parking lot: my mom, sister, brother, his wife, and my dads friends. They all just stood in silence and horror
Fourth car needed to be jumpstared, opening the hood and putting in jumper cables with a makeshift battery starter my dad fashioned out of just another car battery and bespoke cables he tore off an actual battery starter that he broke weeks prior to his death. Drove it out and parked it elsewhere
January 1, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Fourth car needed to be jumpstared, opening the hood and putting in jumper cables with a makeshift battery starter my dad fashioned out of just another car battery and bespoke cables he tore off an actual battery starter that he broke weeks prior to his death. Drove it out and parked it elsewhere
First car in the way was the cops sedan that they had to move into the street, great start. Second car was this rusted out vintage 50s car my dad was restoring that required three people to push and move into the adjacent parking lot. A few of my dad's friends came by after my mom told them the news
January 1, 2025 at 6:26 PM
First car in the way was the cops sedan that they had to move into the street, great start. Second car was this rusted out vintage 50s car my dad was restoring that required three people to push and move into the adjacent parking lot. A few of my dad's friends came by after my mom told them the news
One last gift, moving five cars out of the way of the main gate of the car shop to the parking lot of a small plastic surgery clinic thats across the street. I hadnt had time to sit on the fact my dads gone and i had to do the dumb bullshit we always get up to so they can get his body out of there
January 1, 2025 at 6:23 PM
One last gift, moving five cars out of the way of the main gate of the car shop to the parking lot of a small plastic surgery clinic thats across the street. I hadnt had time to sit on the fact my dads gone and i had to do the dumb bullshit we always get up to so they can get his body out of there
I've spent most of my adult life having to essentially maintain a non-paying job as a mechanic's assistant to my dad, pushing and moving cars and feeling like i have to break my body against all manner of broken down pieces of shits on wheels. And now, with my dad gone, i gotta go do it again.
January 1, 2025 at 6:19 PM
I've spent most of my adult life having to essentially maintain a non-paying job as a mechanic's assistant to my dad, pushing and moving cars and feeling like i have to break my body against all manner of broken down pieces of shits on wheels. And now, with my dad gone, i gotta go do it again.