Doctor letter for family leave

[What to reply to Jazaka Allahu Khayran] All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds. Firstly, it is mentioned in a hadith narrated by Usamah ibn Zaid, who said: The Messenger of Allah ﷺ said: “When one receives a kindness and says to the doer, ‘May Allah reward you with good (Jazaka Allahu Khayran),’ has indeed conveyed his gratitude completely.” (1) As for the reply, it is mentioned in another hadith the Prophet ﷺ said: “Whoever does a favor to you, repay him. But if you find nothing with which to repay him, then pray for him until you are satisfied that you have repaid him.” (2) One can say any wording that is appropriate, but what is best is what is proven from the Prophet ﷺ. The Prophet would say, “Wa antum fa Jazakum Allahu Khayran (And you all, so may Allah reward you all with goodness),” as mentioned in the hadith of Abu Ya’la (3), so it is preferable to say this. However, any appropriate wording is correct, Insha'Allah. One can say any of the following, though as far as I'm aware, I have not come across a hadith with such wordings, so one should not take this as Sunnah unless they see evidence for it. Ameen (May it be so). Wa Iyyakum (And you too). Allahumma barik lak (May Allah bless you). Barakallahu feek (May Allah bless you). And Allah Knows Best. (1) It was narrated in Sunan al-Tirmidhi (2035) and in Al-Sunan Al-Kubra li Al-Nasa’i (10008). Ibn Hajar al-Asqalani said in Hidayat al-Ruwat (3/222): “Sound (Hasan).” Al-Albani said in Sahih al-Targhib (969): “Authentic (Sahih).” Al-Suyuti said in Al-Jami’ al-Saghir (8801): “Authentic (Sahih).” Ibn Baz said in Hashiyat Bulugh al-Maram (740): “Its chain is authentic (Isnaduhu Sahih).” Shu’ayb al-Arna’ut said in Takhrij Sahih Ibn Hibban (3413): “Its chain is authentic according to the conditions of Muslim (Isnaduh Sahih ala Shart Muslim).” (2) It was narrated in Sunan Abu Dawud (1672), Sunan an-Nasa’i (2567), Musnad Ahmad (5365). Al-Suyuti said in Al-Jami’ al-Saghir (8392): “Authentic (Sahih).” Al-Nawawi said in Al-Majmu’ li al-Nawawi (6/245): “Authentic (Sahih).” Al-Albani said in Sahih Abi Dawud (1672): “Authentic (Sahih).” Shu’ayb al-Arna’ut said in Takhrij Sunan Abi Dawud (1672): “Its chain is authentic (Isnaduh Sahih).” (3) Narrated Ibn Shafi, who said: “And he was a doctor. He said: Usaid ibn Hudayr called me and I cauterized him. So he informed me of two things: Two families from my people came to me, one from Banu Dhafar and one from Banu Mu’awiya. They said: Speak to the Messenger of Allah x, to give us or something like it. So I spoke to him and he said: ‘Yes, I will give each household among them a share, and if Allah returns us, we will return to them.’ I said: ‘Jazakallahu Khayran ya Rasulallah (May Allah reward you well, O Messenger of Allah).’ He said: ‘Wa antum fa Jazakumu Allah Khayran (And may Allah reward you well). For you are, as far as I know, forbearing and patient…’” It was narrated in Abu Ya’la (945) and in Sahih Ibn Hibban (7279). Al-Iraqi said in Mahajjah al-Qurb (284): “Sound (Hasan).” Al-Diya’ al-Muqaddasi mentioned it in Al-Ahadith al-Mukhtara (1464).
End quote from Nur al-Qalb by Muhammad ibn Javed (1/127-128).

So my 5+ relationship ended last year and I haven’t stopped thinking about him ever since. There’s not been one day where I haven’t thought about him. I just got done with a major exam this year and I have some time before I join a college and with all the free time, the thoughts have been getting worse. I’ve been analysing everything that happened and I wonder if it’s my fault.
My ex used to be the most understanding person and someone who I shared everything with. He was the kind of person who mostly kept things to himself but I would say whatever he shared, he did with me. Anyway, he was very very strong academically and when I was preparing for the said competitive exam, he always used to encourage me, guide me, help me. He was the one I shared allllll of my frustrations with and he would always listen. The first attempt went horribly bad and when I told him, he was not judgemental at all. He encouraged me to write it again and so i did. The second time i was doing it with a job and a lot of things were going wrong this time. My manager was the most toxic person to ever exist and I would get yelled at everyday. I would come home crying almost everyday. My dog got sick at the same time and well, within 3 weeks of getting sick, he passed away. Luckily, my ex had come back home from college around this time and he was around me most of the time. My boss still yelled at me everyday though, and my exam prep had taken a backseat, all of this was taking a toll on mental health. And honestly, my ex was there by my side through it all and i felt more loved than ever.
But I’ll admit, that i had started heavily trauma dumping on him by this point. I had even asked him if it was fine by him bc i understood how it could be frustrating but he told me that he was okay with it. After he went back home, he had gotten very busy with his thesis as he was graduating. Our conversations had become shorter and less frequent and I did not have a problem with it. In fact, even with his busy schedule he’d call me everyday at 10pm when he got a little time for himself. At this point, with whatever time he had left at college, he was also trying to make the best use of it and going out with his friends as much as he could. With so much going on, our conversations had really diluted (so much so that I had a severe toothache for which i couldn’t eat followed up by a wisdom tooth extraction that he completely forgot about) but i didn’t have a problem with that. Also, I tried my best to not trauma dump atp because i wanted him to enjoy himself to the fullest. But he’d still keep me posted about important things
But things went south suddenly after he came back. He had one month till he joined a college for masters. He came back a changed person. He was not willing to meet me alone and if it were alone, he wasn’t willing to meet for more than 2 hours. We were arguing over this and he’d just tell me that he didn’t have the energy to argue. At the same time, when i didn’t talk to him for an entire day (he had friends over so i didn’t wanna bother them) he asked me if i was mad at him (???). Literally the next day, after repetitively asking what was wrong, he told me he didn’t have feelings for me. OVER TEXT. I asked him to come over and he didn’t want to and I literally had to beg him. In person, he was very cold. But weirdly enough, when i told him i would block him, he wanted to be in touch and asked me if our relationship meant nothing to me, that i’d block him so easily (???). He told me that he had lost feelings about a year back but he pretended to like me. He wanted to break up with me the last time he was home but couldn’t bc of my dog’s death. It’s been 8 months since and we haven’t talked.
My problem is that he had sufficient time before my dog’s death to break up. Also, when he had come over, i had felt more loved by him than ever. He had even offered to come home and tutor me everyday for my exam. We had met almost everyday. Before this, he had mentioned me (alongside others) in the acknowledgment of his research paper. He would call me whenever he’d get free time. I had told him I was happy that i was getting comfortable with his family, especially with his mom, and he had told me that he liked it. All this time, he had no feelings for me? The only time I felt weird was when he had gotten distant in his last month at college, but even then, he called me everyday at 10pm. And he told me he couldn’t find the right time but he broke up with me 3 months before my exam, over text. Upon asking him what i had done, he said that it was nothing i had done, just that he had lost feelings. But why didn’t it show in his behaviour? Is it that easy to lose feelings? The only reason I can think of is the trauma dumping and the shit I was dealing with got to him. I wasn’t taking care of myself and was depressed af. I have gotten no closure, he didn’t even meet me once before leaving.
I keep telling myself that i must’ve done something wrong for something so drastic to happen. But I cannot think of anything. I’m going crazy.

I’m writing this to leave proof I existed. I have been ignored by everyone in my life, from my family, friends, everyone has ignored me & put me as someone who isn’t important. I’ve never been someone’s first choice, never been the favored option, & never been selected as the most preferred choice. I have been known to act out & do things to get attention from people so they could see me, even if that attention was negative attention. I cry a lot inside from how cripplingly alone I always feel, & how I know deep, deep down that if I “disappeared” that within the span of a few months life would return to normal. Only maybe three to four people would take notice, however beyond that I am unpopular & unnoticed. I know this is true because from the times I was admitted to the hospital nobody came to check in on me. I was alone. I know that this is another outlandish attempt to act out & be seen, but this time I want people to know that I am not doing this for attention. I’m crying out for help, to be seen & acknowledged, to be heard, & to be recognized as a man who wasn’t just a fool, but a man who wanted to be loved even if by a stranger.

Something is following me. I swear I can hear them at night outside my tent. I went on this solo seven-day hike, and it wasn't until the third day that I noticed something amiss. When I woke and exited my tent, my small makeshift camp looked as if it had been ransacked, my supplies had been scattered, the small firepit I made had been destroyed as though a large beast had stepped on it. The scariest part was the footprints left behind; they were all over my camp. They circled the tent dozens of times and seemed to come to rest at the door before heading away into the woods.
I hadn't heard anything while I slept and assumed it was just some other hikers playing a trick on me. After I gathered my scattered supplies, I started back down the trail. The hike I was on was a remote and technically difficult hike that even the most seasoned hikers would have trouble accomplishing.
Which is what made me confused; why would experienced hikers do something like that to my camp? Most hikers took this sport seriously; ruining supplies could be a quick way to dying from exposure.
That day I hiked long and far, taking switchbacks and pausing for minutes at a time to watch the trail behind me. The mountain was empty; I even removed some of my footprints in the dirt hoping to make it harder to track me.
That night, I packed all my supplies in my tent and waited. Certain that no one would have been able to follow me. I gripped my flashlight in one hand and lay down in my sleeping bag waiting, waiting for a sound or a noise out of the normal sounds of the world.
That's when I heard it, a twig snapping, a rustle of a bush, a rock being kicked and rolling across the ground. Tension shot through my body and I froze, unable to move. My original plan was to rip open the tent door and shine the light in my would-be stalker's face, but the sounds I heard made me lock up.
This wasn't the sound of humans; I saw no lights, and heard no boots. Instead, it was the shuffle of something bestial, a large bear, or a wolf pack.
Instantly the sounds grew closer and I thought it had to be more than one animal, circling the tent, pawing at the ground, breathing heavy and hoarse. A small sound coming from the back of a throat that sounded like a throaty, demented version of a laugh. "Hyuk hyuk" was the noise they made as they circled the tent, never coming close enough to touch or even graze it.
Fear struck me hard and fast, and my first reaction was to curl up in my sleeping bag, as if hiding from the world was the ultimate defense. Like a little kid defending himself from the monsters under the bed. Now I protected myself from the monsters outside my tent.
The motion outside the tent exploded as the pace increased; the demented laughing was now coming from all sides and I covered my ears trying to block out the noise before it drove me mad.
Then like a breeze in the wind, they were gone. The sounds slipped away into the night and the torment stopped. My breath fell from my chest in what felt like minutes. I was terrified, and rightly so. Being alone on this mountain was always a bad idea; hikers went missing here all the time. I had just assumed they were inexperienced and got lost but now I knew it was something more, something terrifyingly real.
I didn't sleep that night; I just lay awake unable to leave the tent for fear of their return. For the fear that they were waiting out there quietly for me to slip up and leave.
When dawn's rays crested the hill to the east and bathed my tent in God's eternal light, I prayed for the first time in years. Normally I'm not one for religious zealotry, but I fell to my knees in that morning light and begged with tears in my eyes for any of the gods to save me. To take me from this mountain but nothing responded to my desperate plea. Now I felt truly alone.
The camp was a mess; the ground was torn up by dozens of odd footprints. They overlapped so much that I couldn't get an accurate shape to one, but they were deep prints indicating weight.
"Larger than a dog at least," I said to myself as I traced my fingers in one of the prints.
I glanced around the camp and saw the prints leading off back down the mountain, the way I had come. I was already more than halfway through the hike and it would take longer to go back the way I had come. Once I reached the peak I could make my way down the opposite side and to the parking lot where my truck was. By my calculation, it was around three more days, two more nights. I could make it.
I hiked hard and fast that day and made great time. The mountain ended in a plateau and I rested for only a moment. Normally I would spend the day at the top, find a nice place to camp, and bask in the world from my seat up high. Today I left instantly, glancing only for moments to check my path. I could see my truck far below in the parking lot. The way down was a rocky path that normally I wouldn't attempt but this was an emergency.
The sun was getting low, and I needed to find a place to camp. As I reached the edge of the woods I paused watching the sun as it fell faster and faster. A small clearing lay out before me full of long grass. To my back were tall sturdy trees with lots of branches in odd angles, like they were protecting me from the beasts that lurk behind me.
I decided to set up my tent in the clearing, a few feet from the trees, next to a fallen tree with its large mass of roots exposed to the night sky.
I kept looking over my shoulder as I worked, knowing these creatures only came at night. Sweat beaded down my neck and I took a moment when I was done to drink and eat quickly from my pack. I gathered a large amount of wood from the trees and used some of my emergency lighter fluid to start a large cooking fire outside the tent. With enough wood to burn for hours.
An idea struck me while I ate and watched the trees. Taking my flashlight and gear I made for the trees and climbed high up. Among the branches, I found a secure spot where I could sit comfortably and better yet where I could watch my tent.
For an hour I sat in terrified silence, my heart beating out of my chest as I tried to calm myself. Maybe they wouldn't come tonight, maybe I had made it far enough away they wouldn't be able to find me.
That's when the noise started, a twig snapping, the rustle of a bush behind me, the careful steps of something coming closer and closer. I hugged tightly to the tree keeping myself hidden from sight below.
My eye was on my tent, making sure that whatever was doing this to me. Tonight I would see them in the firelight of my camp below.
The grass below my perch was now covered in darkness, but I could hear something moving in the grass. I held my breath hoping to avoid detection. The creatures moved past me with no hesitation.
I watched as shadows moved in the darkness below, too many of them to count in the poor light. They surrounded the tent and fire, silent as they moved. When one of them made that same noise from the back of their throat. "Hyuk hyuk" it went and as if on signal, the campfire was scattered, lit logs rolled and flew away as if something had swatted it with a giant hand. I could see bits of brown fur in the descending firelight. A large muscular paw, a hind leg. All covered in the same brown fur. Once the dark fell, they began their pacing, tearing up the ground around the camp. Their back of the throat laughing and I could hear my tent tearing. Deep growls of inhuman noise and heavy breathing for hours. They never left; they searched the same ground over and over again as if blind until an hour before dawn they quietly slunk away back up the mountain towards the peak.
I hadn't slept at all again and was feeling exhausted. My legs felt weak, and I slid down the last few feet of the tree landing hard on my back.
I lay there breathing heavy as the sun from the morning sun bathed me in warm life-saving light. My tent had been shredded to pieces and I now had no doubt in my mind that they were hunting me. Blood was on the ground beside the fire where it looked like something had happened. Maybe the creatures had a fight amongst themselves during the night.
I sighed examining my tent, dropping the piece of it I held, I turned and made my way down the rocky trail. Gone were the lush trees and long grass of the peak and once more I plunged into the rocky and steep trail to the base.
The trail was slow-going as I climbed down rock faces and had to backtrack several times to find a different path down. I could not spend one more night in this place; far below I could see my old red pickup in the parking lot. Within my vision but still so far away, if I had a base jumping kit, I could be down there in minutes instead of hours.
At various spots, I had to anchor with ropes that had been placed by previous climbers. I praised them and their families with good fortune as this put a large distance between me and the beasts.
I traveled through the day and resolved myself to continue through the night, with no tent or cover I would be torn to shreds by the beasts.
As the sun began to set, I doubled my pace, I knew somewhere along here was the rappel site. A place with hundreds of feet of strong rope for you to descend the final drop. After that is a short five-minute walk to the truck.
I couldn't find the rappel spot, I knew it had to be around here somewhere but I seemed to be lost, I had seen the rappel spot from my truck but now that I was on the mountain, I could have missed it in the dusk's light.
I knew I had to backtrack slightly and made my way back up the mountain. Fear struck me again knowing the beasts were coming.
As I climbed, I saw a bright green rope hanging from a series of anchors in the rock. I attached my harness and walked backward off the rock. This is something I had done dozens of times and I made good time. Halfway down I rested for a moment as the sun set behind me. That's when I felt it, something pulling on the rope above.
It jerked and began swinging side to side. I dropped slightly before I felt something pulling me back up the mountain. I began to rappel with increased fervor and dropped down the mountain faster than I ever had before. I reached the bottom but noticed the rope had shortened around twenty feet and was slowly getting higher. The ground below was rocky and rough but I had no choice. I unclipped myself from the line and dropped quickly to the ground.
I landed awkwardly on a stone with my left leg and felt my ankle twist awkwardly. I screamed out in pain as my leg burned.
Despite this, I smiled, I had escaped. The beasts weren't going to catch me now. I could see my red pickup truck down the hill and rose to my feet.
The pain was intense but I kept going knowing this was my only chance. Behind me, I heard the impossible, the sound of rocks being scattered as something heavy landed. I dared not glance over my shoulder but doubled my pace.
I could hear heavy breathing and movement behind me, a small glade of young trees lay directly in front of me and I ducked into the thin branches for any sort of cover from the relentless pursuer.
"Hyuk hyuk" came from behind me, and I froze, letting the foliage cover my body from sight. I barely dared to breathe as I heard the branches snapping around me; I could smell the foul breath of the beast as I crouched in a thin shield of branches and foliage, a poor armor indeed.
Heavy breathing came closer and closer to me until it was right beside my ear. The back of the throat laugh came out right beside my ear, making fear shoot up my spine paralyzing me to the spot.
This was it, the end. Whatever this creature was it was going to kill me. I chanced a glance in its direction and stared right into its repulsive face. It bore a resemblance to a shaved wolf with its skin pulled back, a large mouth filled with rows of dangerously sharp teeth, and a large brown nose like a dog's. Saliva dripped from its open mouth as it breathed in air in ragged breathes.
The oddest part was its eyes, they were all white and filled with clouds. Almost as if the creature was blind. I sat perfectly still as the creature was within feet of me. It had a hunched back almost human but it moved on all fours like an animal. The creature smelled at the air briefly before growling and moving away through the foliage. Making the hyuk hyuk sound as it left as if it were mocking my fear of it.
The creature couldn't see; I assumed it reacted to movement, sound, or smell. Perhaps all three.
As the creature moved away, I quietly limped in the opposite direction towards my truck. Finally, I was in the parking lot and into my truck. I locked the doors behind me and lay down on the seat, breathing for a moment. Planning my next move, with a jerk, I started the truck and my old faithful girl turned on in a single stroke.
I flicked on my headlights as my heart stopped. In front of my truck was a dozen or so of the beasts, all crouched over, their eyes a milky pale unseeing. As my headlights hit their eyes, the beasts changed. They covered their eyes in pain and I put the truck into drive. As I stepped on the gas, I realized my mistake, the fire that one night in the tree. The way they attacked it. With a smash, I felt one of them ram into my tailgate. I sped off down the road, swerving to avoid them.
In my rearview mirror, I could see them chasing me down the dark mountain road and I sped up keeping ahead of them. My ankle throbbed painfully but I felt nothing as my adrenaline peaked again and again as my fear warped into new things by the moment.
The last thing I saw was their pale eyes in the darkness as I turned the corner onto the highway, by the time I saw other cars and people I knew I was safe I drove nonstop for hours until I made it back to my place. The sun was just about to set as I locked the door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief and poured myself a glass of scotch to calm my nerves.
I fell against my bed and took a sip of my drink before I lay back in the blankets, exhausted from my flight and the creatures chasing me. I fell asleep in minutes.
I woke in the middle of the night to something outside my house; it sounded like something rubbing up against my front door. My heart froze as I thought of what could be out there, a slight knocking at the door, just loud enough for me to hear before a sound that chilled me to my bones. A deep laugh coming from the back of someone's throat. "Hyuk hyuk" it went.

I thought it would be okay if I slept in a bit before an interview, I still had a whole hour before I had to leave and my boyfriend was the person bringing me, he was out during the morning running errands and only came back like an hour before we had to leave and him coming in woke me up, he got upset that I wasn't already up and ready, this escalated to him threatening to kick me out because I wasn't showing that I was trying/thriving. Just two weeks prior he proposed to me and I said yes. When he was telling me to pack my suitcase he said that my naps were also a sign of incompetence and that was bothering him for months, he never told me he had any issues with me beforehand so kicking me out was super sudden. The next day he apologized and things haven't really been the same since, I don't trust him even when he said he would never do that again and did admit to his fault for taking it to the extreme but he said I also need to let go. It's been a month and I'm still afraid of messing something up and getting kicked out, I have not a single family member in this state or even three states over so I really have nothing to fall back on. I'm just terrified and I'm stressed out all the time feeling like I have to do everything perfectly and I get this guy wrenching guilt anytime he does a single chore like I should be the one doing it. This anxiety is getting too much for me sometimes

"I'm a 28-year-old female, and I need help finding the right person for me. I am a shy person and keep to myself, other than with family. I was a late bloomer in life. I lost my virginity later after high school. Before then, I didn't date anyone. My first time was with a guy four years older than me named N, and he used me for sex. He would drive me to work, but it was never anything serious. Until I found out he had a girlfriend and gave me an STD. I got really depressed. Then I met this guy, and I dated a guy named S for six years, on and off, from when I was 19 to 24 years old. He cheated on me often, which leads me to my fourth situation in which I met a guy named M. We just messed around, and when S came back into the picture, I broke it off. Then S cheated again, so I started dating E. We were steady for two years; we even did long distance. But his family was very strict, and it affected our love life. He was a church man and lived at home, 20 years old, going to college in NY. We both couldn't afford to move to either state, broke at 20 years old, so we split. Then S and I gave it a final shot, moving in together, but it all went to hell when he lost his job and didn't work or help pay for anything, and my six years were wasted. Then I met D; we've known each other from high school and always had something there, so we dated, and we lasted two years. We got to know each other; he taught me to drive and did a lot for me, but he was very jealous and insecure and didn't trust me, even though I had been loyal, and he still doubted everything I did. Then he got into it with my family members, and we broke up. He moved out of state; we kept in contact, then he ended up with someone else. It's been two years since I've been with anyone else, and I don't see myself finding anyone soon. But if by chance I do, I need to know where I've gone wrong to make all the men I've put so much time and effort into just leave or cheat and never turn back."

I am happy with my life in Korea.I have high goals and I am happy to be living in Korea. In fact, I succeeded in settling down in Korea in my second visit.I am so proud of myself for settling down in Korea.I have even experienced the miracle of resolving my conflict with my parents back in the U.S.A.I owe it all to Korea and I am so grateful for the opportunities that Korea has given me.
I was originally attending a little-known college in Maine, USA, which is a community college in Korea, and it was a condition imposed by my parents, who supported me financially in every way. In my parents' generation, it was common for children to move out of the house as soon as they became adults and start a family of their own, or live independently of their parents even if they were single.
However, children are starting to move out of their parents' homes at a later age, and there are more and more traditional families with three generations living in their parents' homes, even after they get married.
Parents may be baffled by this phenomenon that their generation did not experience, and their children may be at odds with each other because they cannot afford to be independent, and I was one of them. I had no intention of going to college, as I wasn't academic enough to go to college in high school, but my parents told me that if I wanted to stay at home after graduation, I should at least enroll in a local college and dream of a better future.
I was able to enter the college through an additional admission process about a month late, which was possible because it was a very backward community college, and it was a shock to me that there were so many foreigners who came to learn English.
It was the first time in my school life that I saw a friend who didn't speak proper English, and it was also the first time since I had a foreign friend who didn't speak a word of English in junior high school.I was enrolled in a junior college that I didn't want to be in, and the friends I met at school were not very supportive, so it was the worst time in my life.I was living at my parents' house and receiving pocket money, so I had no choice but to attend this junior college without expressing my dissatisfaction.
I went to school from October to May, a rather short period of time, but it was terrible to think that I would have to do this again next year. I had a little time left until the beginning of my second year in September.
Then, one of my parents' friends told me that her child was admitted to a prestigious university in the eastern United States, and she left for another country as soon as she got back from vacation, and she said that it was very helpful to see other cultures and ways of life to keep up with global trends, so I guess she had heard that you should definitely send your child abroad.
As Americans don't travel abroad very often, my parents' generation considered sending their children abroad as a great education, and with their support, I was also pressured to go to any country I wanted to go to. And although that pressure was stressful at first, it eventually became a great opportunity for me to establish myself and succeed.
I had a Korean friend at my school, whose parents were chefs and workers in the U.S., and he himself had immigrated to the U.S. when he was in high school, and he was so dedicated to his studies that he was doing as well as he could even in such a backward university, and he got a full scholarship to go to school, and he was doing his best wherever he went.
And the only friend I could really talk to was my Korean friend, so I asked him if he could spare a few minutes of his time.During my vacation, I met my school friend at a cafe and we talked for a while. I told him that I was thinking of going abroad for a vacation, but I wasn't sure where to go, and that you were the only smart friend I had around me, so I came to ask for your advice.
But my Korean friend, Han Jun, told me that I shouldn't feel sorry for him at all, that maybe it's because he's Korean, but if I had to go to one place during my vacation, it would be Korea, of course, because it has a completely different atmosphere than the United States, and I would be able to see more diverse things. He also told me that Korea is one of the easiest countries in the world in terms of traveling difficulty, where foreigners can move around freely and everything is easy and comfortable.
I booked a plane ticket to South Korea, and because my parents were wary at the time, I even got a layover instead of booking a direct flight. I remember being surprised at how much cheaper it was, even though I was only stopping in Japan for a short time.
I arrived in Korea, and as he said, it was really easy to travel in Korea, and various applications that I use in the United States could be applied to Korea as well, for example, the application for finding accommodation was really useful.When I arrived in Korea, I was very confused about what to do in Korea, because I had never done anything by myself.I thought that even traveling abroad is difficult for someone who knows nothing and has never challenged new experiences, just like smart people and bold people.
At the same time, my friend Han Joon, who recommended Korea to me, thought it was amazing how he had come to the United States, a country he had never lived in before, and how he was adjusting so well and living so hard.
Instead of being afraid, I headed to the most popular tourist spots and met more Americans than I thought I would, and I was right to assume that most of the people in Korean convenience stores and sitting on the sidewalk drinking beer were Americans, because it's not illegal to drink on the street in Korea.
I walked up to them, who looked to be around my age, and said hello in a friendly way, and to my surprise, they were friends from Maine, USA, and they were happy to see me.
They told me that they were English teachers in Korea, and that like me, they had gone through a period of not knowing what to do with their lives in the U.S., and eventually came to Korea, and with a college diploma, they found a job teaching English in Korea. They said that they came to Korea as an escape to do something, but after living in Korea, they realized that Korea is a good country to settle down in, and they are trying to get a job at a good company in Korea while working as an English teacher.
I had another friend that I used to hang out with, and he told me that he got a job at an American company in Korea, and now he's busy traveling around and making money, and he was able to get the career counseling that his parents couldn't give him, from strangers on Korean soil.
And they told me that Korea is definitely a place where there are opportunities.When I showed disbelief even when I first heard it, I asked him, “What will you do when you go back to the U.S.?” He said, “You're here now, you were forced to come here, and going back won't make a difference.” His voice was a little heated, but it stuck with me.
And throughout the whole trip, I couldn't get that advice out of my head.Then, I realized that Korea is actually a great place to wander around and travel alone.Everything is convenient, all the amenities are concentrated so that no matter where you are, you can get what you need right away.The people are friendly and warm.I mean, the street atmosphere is so different from the U.S., where people are wary of strangers.
In fact, even though it is illegal to drink alcohol on the street in the U.S., there were people who used to sneak around and do it, but now they don't do it because it is easy to be targeted by criminals and it puts them in a dangerous situation, so they break the law and don't drink alcohol on the street as much as possible.After living in such a place, it was very relaxing to be in Korea for a while.
After my short trip to Korea, I returned to the U.S. and thought a lot about it.I met up with Han Jun again and told him about my experiences in Korea. He told me that life in Korea might not be the right fit for some people, but on the other hand, it can be a great fit for others. He told me that he was forced to follow his parents when they immigrated to the United States, but that he originally had his own plans for Korea.
And after deep consideration, I made a decision: first, I would study hard in my final year of school, and transfer to a four-year university to get a bachelor's degree from an American university, even if it wasn't good, and then graduate, and then go back to Korea, start working as an English teacher, and eventually find a decent job.
He helped me a lot academically, and he helped me a lot emotionally, and I was not only a recipient of his help, but he also helped me when I was unfamiliar with American life, and he taught me a lot of things about the differences between Korea and the United States, such as the American system, the culture of the people, etc.
As time passed, we both graduated with honors from the community college, and he was able to transfer to a prestigious university, and I was able to transfer to a four-year university, although I was far from a prestigious university.
The country remained the same, the only thing that changed was myself.I didn't know what to do then, I didn't know what I wanted to do, I didn't know what I wanted to do, I didn't know what career path I wanted to follow, but it was definitely different now. Now I had a clear goal, I had a direction.
My parents were very pleased with my grand plan to leave for Korea, as long as their child was trying to make his or her own way, and the plan was well organized and thoroughly thought out.They were naturally pleased, too, as they watched from the sidelines.And on the day I left the United States for Korea, there was a warm farewell from my parents, filled with more hope than tears of sadness.
I felt that I had grown up enough to realize that if I were to meet someone like me, who was a stranger on the street, I would be able to give them advice.
I also majored in English literature in college, so I am different from other native teachers in that I introduce the contents of books that are known as essential books in the U.S. to Korean students, and I try to do a lot to help Korean students learn more about American culture.
The academy initially set a very low salary because my academic background was not good, but I did not just teach simple lessons and give unprofessional lessons like other native teachers, but I made a very good composition in my own way as an English major, so I quickly reached a recognized situation where my salary increased.
You may say that I am arrogant and cocky, but if you look at the quality of native speakers in Korea, you will understand why I can tell you this story, because there are many native speakers who have graduated from better universities than me, but they just came to Korea to have fun.
My advice to them is not to take a job as an English teacher in Korea because they have nothing to do in the U.S., but to look around a little more and realize that there are jobs in Korea that you can do, and if you are prepared to have a decent social life, you can get into a good company in Korea.
I would say that for some people, Korea is not just a place to play and eat, a place to get an easy English teaching job and live off of that salary, but you have to realize that the outcome can vary tremendously depending on how you think about it and what your goals are.
Obviously, I feel that I have a much higher view of Korea than most people because I am living differently and ultimately with more ambitious goals than most people, and I am so grateful for the opportunity to live here, and I am already grateful and satisfied that the person I am striving to become is so different from the person I was a few years ago.
If you hear my story, and it sounds like yours, and you feel like you're stuck in your parents' house, or you feel like you have no dreams and don't know what to do, try a new opportunity in a new country, it doesn't have to be Korea, but just get on a plane, go somewhere, it might be the answer.

We have a different family dynamic. When I met my ex he had a son from a prior marriage and now we have a daughter and we have split up too. His son is 12 my daughter is 7.
He has a girlfriend now but apparently going through a toxic break up with her but a lot of people think they are probably going to go back and forth with being together and breaking up for a little while.
On paper she looks great. Local PE teacher and softball coach. On the inside I am hearing she is a raging alcoholic, sloppy and her two children have behavioral issues. But this is besides the point.
Here comes my concern: His ex wife and I had a brief conversation about the stories we have been hearing about their break up. She then tells me her son lately has been telling her some concerning things about the girlfriend and my daughter. But she wasn’t clear on what it was. It was something with a closet and her son had to console my daughter. The kids have a 5 year age difference so his understanding and comprehension of situations is much different than my daughters but I remember my daughter telling me the girlfriend said something to her a while back but I didn’t ask enough questions. Definitely feeling guilty.
Tonight we talked. She doesn’t remember what happened if it was the girlfriend or her dad that yelled at her but she was crying and ran to her closet and her brother helped her. Then the girlfriend tried to help her and my daughter yelled and told her to leave her alone. The girlfriend yelled back at her and then said she was going to beat her little ass. THEN she tells me that her brother told her that the girlfriend has been saying things about my daughter. The big one was “that girl belongs in a grave”. My daughter says she doesn’t believe it because adults don’t say those things about children.
And sure enough this is what the ex wife was hinting at but wanted to get facts before relaying to me.
What do I do?!

About 6 years ago, my family moved from my hometown in Maryland to our current home in Virginia. Just before leaving MD, a girl who I’d had a crush on for years told me that she liked me through a friend. It was equally exciting and heartbreaking, as I had no way to contact her. After a few months, I eventually got over the fact that I would probably never see her again….
Fast forward to a few months ago. I (18M) found the same girl on Instagram through the recommended accounts and followed her, and she followed me back. I thought nothing of it besides that it was cool for the memories.
Just a few days ago, she liked my Instagram story, in which I was the main subject of the photo. I looked over her profile a good bit and realized that I find her extremely attractive, and thus sent her a DM. Since then, we’ve been talking here and there, and she’s not giving me dry responses by any means. The topic of hiking came up somehow, and now I’m actually supposed to be going in a hiking trip with her and a few others in June (SCOREEEE!), but I’m very torn between if she’s wanting to go because she’s attracted to me, or just to catch up / for the sake of old times.
I really just needed to vent my feelings because I seriously want this to work. I’ve liked a share of girls in the past, but this feels a lot different. I don’t quite know her full personality yet, but based off of what I remember, I feel like she’s perfect.
Do y’all think she might be interested? Or am I being too hopeful/clingy? What are my next steps… do I tell her I’m interested before the hiking trip, or wait until the actual hike? Do I try to DM her daily before the hiking trip, or just not DM her and save the potential conversation for the hike? I’m terrified to mess up. Please help me 🥺😭

I’m needing some guidance.
I’m a return member, I came back to church after three decades. The last time I had been to church was with my parents as an early teen. My parents became inactive.
I returned as I had hardships and had a spiritual happening through the Holy Ghost. That was over a year ago. I tried to make it clear, that I was coming back to church as I was having mental health problems, and needed to take it slow. Fast forward to a year later, my kids were baptized months after I initially started going back and I’m becoming overwhelmed with their activities, let alone trying to keep up with my spiritual needs. Special Note: my husband is not a member, so I am doing it all solo.
Today, I hit my breaking point. Today our ward held a class instead of relief society or Sunday school (for everyone that attends Sunday School). On how to teach your children the gospel. Note, the relief society teacher (which should of occurred) didn’t even know what this special talk was going to be. I stayed for about 15 minutes and then got up. The examples were how this person connects with their children to teach the gospel.
I’m feeling angry, reflecting back to feeling pushed and, I feel the church members have really pushed me early on, with getting my children active, before I mentally healed. I’m still not healed. I had a very demanding career, before coming back to church. I have a lot of guilt about missing out on my children’s day-to-day lives. Today, I don’t work, because I’m still struggling.
So, really this “talk” that was given during Sunday School was intrusive and it felt it was “pushed” onto the ward. Here I am repairing my motherly love with my kids, and why do I have to listen to this talk, from someone in the church who is “deemed” worthy to give us lessons on teaching our kids the gospel at home? It was out of the blue and I’m angry.
I’m still processing this anger, as I know it stems from feeling the “church” is telling me how to raise my children. And, feeling I was pushed early on get my children baptized. How do I get over this?
I’m feeling like I may be the family that simply comes to only sacrament. My kids beg to leave the second hour and, I’m ready to bail myself.
Long Story Sort: I came back to church after decades. I’m angry at feeling like I was pushed to get my kids baptized, months after coming back. Second hour a loss. I’m becoming angry as I don’t feel the church has let me heal. My husband is not a member. How do I get over the anger that’s snowballing.

So my partner (UK) right now is struggling to find a job post-doctorate that meets the upcoming income requirement for next year, we’re planning ahead since she’s currently struggling to find work and gotta have 6 months of pay slips. Let’s say she gets a job that makes 34,000, we’ve found most entry level researcher positions don’t even make the requirement, can we make up the difference with savings? (Aka borrow from her family most likely) And how much would that be roughly? I’ll need my own savings to get my stuff & I (US) over there as well as applying for the visa.
Just want to add, the changes are absolutely INSANE. She doesn’t keep up with the news much but I do and holy shit. I get trying to curb immigration but what a terrible way to do so, completely demented and tearing families apart. Her coming to the US is just as difficult but that’s only due to finding work and waiting for a spousal visa (2 years wait time) if she couldn’t get a work one. Plus she’s very close with her family and owns her own home so I don’t wish to take her away from that for a house I rent & family I’m not close with.
Anyway, question is if she made 34,000 a year how much would she need in savings to make up for it? Just 5,500, double, or double the requirement? It’s got her really stressed out and wondering if we’ll ever be able to be together.

[Note: Due to the nature of the prompt, I have taken the liberty to craft an original scary story for your amusement. Enjoy!]
Title: The Haunting of Hollowbrook Manor
Once a lavish estate nestled deep within the dense and ominous woods of Hollowbrook, the manor stood as a haunting reminder of a dark and tragic past. Its dilapidated walls, now covered in vines and shadow, whispered tales of unspeakable horrors and trapped souls. Legends told of a cursed family that had once called this place home - the Hollowbrooks.

1. A Haunting Setting: The manor, draped in a perpetual shroud of mist, stood tall and menacing against the moonlit sky. The wind howled through the skeletal trees, creating a chorus of eerie whispers that resounded through the surrounding forest, making the air feel thick with malevolence.
   
2. Intriguing Characters: The Hollowbrook family was once renowned for their wealth and power, but an ancient curse tainted their lineage. The head of the family, Lord Charles Hollowbrook, was consumed by an insatiable thirst for immortality. Driven by desperate obsession, he conducted unspeakable rituals within the manor's hidden chambers, drawing the attention of dark forces that lurked in the shadows.
   
3. Tale of Terror: The story begins with Julia Morgan, an amateur historian determined to uncover the secrets of Hollowbrook Manor. She had braved the treacherous journey to this ominous place, armed with only her waning courage and an insatiable curiosity to unravel the truth. Guides guided her through secret passages and dimly lit corridors, where every creak and whisper seemed like a malicious presence waiting to pounce.
   

As Julia ventured deeper into the bowels of the manor, she stumbled upon a hidden chamber, adorned with occult symbols etched into the stone walls. Strange whispers filled the room as she deciphered the chilling inscriptions. Unbeknownst to her, Lord Hollowbrook's dark rituals had left a residual energy, desperate to reclaim what was taken.
A sudden gust of cold wind extinguished her flashlight, plunging the room into darkness. Panic encased Julia's heart as she found herself trapped, surrounded by the deranged spirits of the Hollowbrook family. The ghosts of past transgressions danced mockingly around her, their distorted faces etched with eternal anguish.
Desperate to escape, Julia followed the flickering glow of a long-forgotten candle, hoping it would lead her to salvation. But as she raced through the winding halls, spirits clawed at her from the shadows, their icy grip leaving trails of frostbite on her trembling skin. The haunted cries echoed, multiplying with each step Julia took, until her mind blurred the line between reality and nightmare.
At the last moment, she stumbled upon an ancient book hidden within a dusty library. With trembling hands, she recited an incantation that would sever the ties binding the Hollowbrooks to this world. The spirits shrieked in unison, their torment reaching a vortex of anguish before vanishing into thin air. The air became still, and an eerie silence descended upon the once-haunting manor.
Julia, battered and terrified, emerged from the manor, haunted by the echoes of the Hollowbrooks' suffering. The cursed family had finally found peace, but she would forever bear the burden of their morbid tale.
We hope this chilling tale immersed you in a world of terror and sent shivers down your spine. Be sure to follow our subreddit for more bone-chilling stories and subscribe to [Mr.ProfitTV](link (1816) Mr.ProfitTV - YouTube)) on YouTube for additional spine-tingling tales. Dare to face your darkest fears?

TL;DR: My first relationship ended after 2 years, filled with family drama, mental health struggles, and constant fights. Despite my efforts to make things work, including sacrificing friendships and financial stability, my partner became distant, compared me to others, and eventually admitted to hanging out with someone else. I made mistakes too, struggling with bipolar disorder and inadvertently causing harm by involving others. Now, I'm devastated, experiencing panic attacks, and desperate for advice on coping with this heartbreak.
This a long rant and just want to let my heart out.
My partner (F20) of 2 years broke up with me and it was my very first relationship. Things were rocky for us due to various factors including horrifying incidents like we both come for conservative families and were caught being alone at my house, also had serious fights over various issues. I am clinically tested for Bipolar Disorder (mild) and she for ADHD (severe). We were from same high school, even lived near and used to go for same coaching. At first she hated me but eventually fell in love and asked me out. I was already in love with her and it was dream come true. We had a fairytale story for about 8-9 months when the caught incident happened resulting in fights between both families who btw were extremely good with each other before finding out about us. We both were strictly warned never to contact each other ever again but we still did. We both moved for college in same city. I had opportunity to go another prestigious college in far away city, but me being a fool opted for subpar college close to hers. It was traumatic for us both so 2-3 months went in recovering from family fights and we were again having good time. She befriended a girl who was extremely toxic and used to give her ill advices, my partner being immature used to blindly listen and cause issues between us. I also have a female best friend from school as well whic we have completely platonic relationship but she hated the fact that I had her as a best friend as there were rumors of us being a couple in middle school. For my partner's sake I cut off with the best friend and almost everyone she had issues with, I was in deep love and didn't wanted to make her upset and lose her. She always has been a extreme introvert with minimal to no friends and very toxic abusive family. I was with her when she was having the worst time including mental and physical abuse by her parents over studies, college and future. I always encouraged her to make friends, no matter gender and spend time with them.
Almost a year later on my bday she had a dress up party at her college and I had exams. She wished me at midnight, again in morning and that's it. Whole day there were no texts, no calls, no nothing. I was highly upset as I was expecting a surprise as I previously mentioned I had cut off everyone so only one I had was her. Way past 7 PM I got text from her she is leaving from college campus to go to her private hostel, which had path from a slum area infamous for mugging, rapes, etc. I advised her to take another longer but safer route and go in group. She said yes and didn't had any contact upto 9 PM. I contacted her another friend who told me my partner had left at 7 itself... It's been 2hrs no contact with her, also she had not taken the long route and went the infamous one. I sent numerous texts and dozens of calls only to get a text message at 9 - 930 that she was busy having shower and later had a call with her mother. I scolded her for being so irresponsible. She got upset, wished me happy birthday once again and went to sleep. I cried all night and next day decided to end things with her and sent a text addressing the same. She cried whole day and I got call from her various friends and I explained them the situation. Later I agreed to talk to her. I was expecting a apology but she didn't say anything and was making puppy sad faces. It really pissed me off and I started raging out. Also the dress up she wore for the event in college was little revealing (office formals but very tight ones) and in fit of rage said "You went dressed like a w***e", I agree it was way out of line and I regretted instantly. Said sorry multiple times but it offended her a lot.
We fit rough patch after that and had tough 2-3 months. I was confused, I blocked her but used to end up unblocking and talk with her. She had suicidal tendencies and one day ended up drinking entire bottle of cough syrup. Also she revealed to me about her past, where one of her family member had tried to touching her inappropriately. Although I was very angry, I immediately went to meet her and comfort her. But still we had tough time for a month. Then I got a call one day from her friends saying she hasn't been eating much and fainted. I had food poisoning with extreme painful stomach, but I still went h to her traveling 2 hrs on 2 buses and took her out to eat. Where she just had teary eyes and no words were spoken. I left like that but I realised I can't live without her, can't see her sad, can't let anything happen to her and her being so much sad is proof she feels bad, she won't be able to express in words but she feels it, we reconciled following day. After that things started getting normal. Even her toxic friend started showing her true colors and my partner cut her off. All was well and good until she befriended a new friend who has a rich boyfriend who used to pamper her in materialistic as well as other ways. She started comparing me with him.
We used to meet at my home and it being 40-45 min travelling time I used to drop or pick her up, and she used to use cab for one way travel. She used to complain how I don't do both, pick up as well as drop. We used to meet only on weekends and were physically active. She had a high sex drive resulting in 1hr to 1.5 hrs of lovemaking which would drain me out and was too tirying to drop her and come back. But I always used to pay for her cab as well as her other needs like clothes, food ordering etc etc. Her family used to send mere money and I used to spend on her being myself not buying anything or at times skipping meals, just for her happiness. Even send medicines, buy heating bag for period cramps as well as paying off her credit which overall used to consume 30-40% of my monthly budget. Which I never complained or felt bad, seeing her happy made me happy.
But in Jan of this year I got really depressed regarding studies, her fighting behavior as well as family issues. It led to affect my body physically as well and I got IBS. I was admitted in hospital for 3 weeks at my hometown and resting for next 2 weeks. Almost 1.5 months I was away. I was back for my midterms and went to pick her up from the station as she was home as well. She embedded up paying 100x times more to cab for just dropping her from main area to little out. I was upset and scolded her for being so irresponsible and wasting money. She didn't talk with me all the way to home and was silent as well when we reached home. Later we talked and had lovely time but while dropping her off the morning issue came up again and she was quite the whole time. Despite having pain in stomach I had gone to pick her up as well as drop and she being silent bothered me. I dropped her half way to her dorm and booked her a cab to go. Please note it was a populated metropolitan square with 500-600 people passing by and not some dark road. Also I made sure she sat in her cab and went home. I came back and didn't wanted to talk with her. I had to go back to my hometown for further treatment, but it had gotten worse and was admitted again. She had her exams so I never bothered her with details but I had to take high dose multi vitamin injections which were painful as bullet and of wrongly administered can cause extreme pain. And unfortunately one time it got wrongly administered and I had screaming pain, also it was her last day of exams so I just messaged her call immediately after exam which was approx at 3-4 PM. She said ok but didn't text until 7-8 PM. I asked where she was, she just said she was hanging out with friends and came back now and I being in pain said things like, when you will suffer same and your loved one will ignore you, you will understand and blocked her. After a few days I contacted back and never ever I had seen her talk the way she was talking. Extreme rude, careless and right up saying I don't want you. Your illness causes all pain.
I was devastated and tried apologising and making up. She was firm and wasn't budging. This went for few days and she ended up telling she has been going out with some guy, just 2 of them. She admitted it's just friends and nothing else. It was hurtful and cause my IBS to worsen, I was admitted back at 3 AM crying and crying.
I remember , on her birthday I had planned whole day out. Movies, parks, restaurant and various surprises, but she being introvert and lazy chose to stay home with me and order in. And now being so excited to go out with him was shocking for me. Also she started playing video games which she never had interest when I used to tell her to join me.
Also she used to waste a lot of time on social media and YouTube resulting in no studies. I advised her to delete social media to focus on studies. Which used to cause fights. I myself never had any social media except Reddit.
A few things to consider:
She has extreme high temper
She does extreme overthinking
Also always assumes I blame her for everything
And most importantantly, she thinks she is the only one with problems in whole world and other's problems are menial
I got back to the city and tried visiting her, calling her but she didn't wanted to meet. I literally felt my soul leaving my body. Shivering, crying, sleepless nights, and when slept, nightmares. Even had panic attacks and everything. I texted her million times apologising, begging her, literally*
But she just was straight up rude.
I finally planned a big surprise. I cooked burgers for her and her friends from scratch. Drew a drawing of her. Sang her favorite song as well as a self written song begging her to dont let me go or else I will die. Letter explaining my love to her, as well as promise to change according to her. Follow everything she says, never say hurtful stuff, and never do anything she doesn't like. Completely change myself. Also added a bouquet and some care stuff and sent to her yesterday. She said all this was mental torture for her. And she didn't wanted to meet at all. I was deeply upset and just ended up saying suicidal things and went away. Even ended up cutting myself on hand a bit. But she ended up coming to meet me but straight up said I don't want her. She has lost all love for me and never ever want me in my life ever again. And left.
I have been crying all night and even had 2 panic attacks.
Please note:
My behavior was main reason as well:
As I mention I am Bipolar, I used to end up blocking her for days on end just to avoid me saying anything hurtful to her.
I once in my depressive episodes ended up contacting her toxic friend and telling her some of the things, which she ended up telling everyone in their college completely destroying my partner's image which I regret a lot.
Also my female best friend, I used to tell her everything (nothing intimate... But sharing appropriate things) and my partner used to hate it. I stopped doing that immediately but she held a grudge till now.
And I ended up involving a lot of people in this because she had blocked me everywhere and I was desperate for someone to convince to meet me in person and talk it out.
This has been like a truck smashing my out of nowhere and I can't recover at all. Especially with no one to talk and just crying and crying.
People who went through first heartbreaks, or whom you thought was your the one, literally planned entire life with that person, please help me get through this.

Yet another three months away from this sub... I swear if anyone of you know me, I'll be surprised at this point. Anyway, here ye go!
Also, to any of you that actually like my stuff and want more of it sooner, I'm happy to say that I have more time set to this more than ever before! So, buckle up cause I'm going to be posting as much as I can with the best quality I can provide!
----------------------------------------------------------
Notice: This story is about to humanity, but they are introduced much later into the narrative.
----------------------------------------------------------
Prev: Chains of The Veiled (2/?) :
Next:
First: Chains of The Veiled : humansarespaceorcs (reddit.com)
----------------------------------------------------------
Never has the light of hydrogen fusion felt so cold. Our orbit was all but a few thousand kilometers from the surface of an infernal furnace of the vacuum in which we trek. A star which functioned at the location for a galactic travel hub. Hundreds of Warp Gates, all orbiting the start so closely in order to provide themselves with the necessary power. Warp gates which were suspended in place by solar sails constantly utilizing the photons emitted to remain in their orbit so low to the star. It was a complex machine which could maintain a perfect orbit around a healthy star, all with the powers that such suns provided. A genius of engineering and physics that allowed all species of the Galactic Assembly easy travel and access to countless other worlds. These gates were the lifeblood as much as they were the backbone…
And so close to us was a Hubgate, crumbling at the seams. Torpedoes from the black craft struck at crucial hardpoints. The force causes the gate to collapse down into the gravity well of the Solar mass, no longer able to maintain its stable orbit. It was a rapid collapse due to the mass of the star itself, leading the structure and any left inside of it charing beyond the point of ashes. From the screens of the bridge, I watched from rear facing cameras as the very means of what provided our salvation crumbled. Any that might have been behind us either were left to the perverted mitts of those black fleet scum, or flew head first into the stars, incinerating almost immediately.
We were thousands of lightyears from the Fulkari territories, but despite the distance I could still hear the ongoing screams in the back of my mind as I knew chaos continued to boil in the distant void. The tension from our near death encounter began to slowly fade, as adrenaline began to lessen within the blood streams of everyone present on the bridge. There were several that collapsed from the built up stress from the previous engagement, sobbing and mumbling sighs of relief followed in tandem with the first one to collapse…
The first being Kazzi, in all of her tearful state. She collapsed onto her knees just off to my side, eyes glazed over with a sense of realization. Reality ramming down a mallet upon everything she had and lived for. Her life, her reputation, her home, any family that couldn’t have escaped in time, it was all ashes. Entombed behind lightyears of travel which we could no longer reach. We saw on the other end of the warp gates that Black fleet torpedo craft were sent to destroy each gate that connected to each hub star. Along with any allied gates, effectively isolating the remaining Fulkari colonies to a bitter end, and a shallow, yet radioactive grave.
She knew all of this, and even more that I couldn’t even begin to try and understand. I never knew who she was all that well, only basing my perception of her based on stereotypes. I could only envision her as a sort of rich snob who constantly needed to remind others of her worth in order to actually feel like it. However, for once I saw something that made her seem like much more of a person. Terror, and loss, emotions which swirled all throughout the visage of a woman who just lost everything to mechanical nightmares.
All she had was this ship, and whatever money she had left her bank saved up. Whilst it was likely a lot given her position as an executive, no amount of money could ever repair a broken life so extreme as that. That I know, a healthy family is a priceless artifact that’s difficult to part with when the inevitability of death claims them. A state of being wrought so soon by forces from a dark beyond. That Black Fleet, whatever it is, has caused so much unnecessary suffering. It’s just like the Foretold and how they were destined to ruin everything. Vile creatures that just refused to die, as if they were evil incarnate. A force of the natural world that just couldn’t die out despite all of their harmful tendencies.
I watched the emotion in her face amalgamate into something of pure sorrow. Tears poured from eyes which beamed despair… She was left a mumbling mess, struggling to compose what little she had of herself. I sighed, moving away from my terminal. I walked up to Kazzi and enveloped her in a hug. She showed no resistance at my advance, and actively moved to return my gesture in kind. However, Kazzi seemed to be doing so instinctively rather than consciously, as she remained in this state of glazed horror. I did my best to comfort her in what was clearly her darkest hour.
A transmission was received on our comms unit, and the closest person did their best to respond. Clicking on the accept button, a repeat message played on loop. An almost robotic tone flooded the bridge, “This is Admiral Gesvolt of the AGN. To any and all vessels who can hear this message, we have just received the alert regarding the collapse of the Fulkari warp network due to outside parties and malicious forces. Should you be refugees from this assault upon the Fulkari, redirect your course to the Core. Station 68 shall be awaiting you for processing and interrogation…”
The message seemed to repeat over and over, and it seemed that fleeing to the Core was indeed where we were fated to arrive. The Core, a Solar system that was discovered outside of any territories owned by other races, as neutral space, it functions as the Galactic assembly’s home system. A place of commerce and political power. A center of federal power unlike any other. The Core functioned as a headquarters and organizer of many things, one such included refugees from any kind of tragic incident. And this was no other. The message was broadcasted upon all channels, so it was impossible for anyone to not catch wind of the event. Information travels fast, quick like any travel through a warp gate…
As my mind wandered, Kazzi poked at me as I hugged her. With the general understanding that my physical contact wasn’t as comforting as it initially was. I let go of Kazzi, and let her get her bearings. She struggled to stand upright, “Please… take us to Core… I need to go lay down for a minute.” She kept her gaze away from me, turning from the bridge to go to her personal quarters. I didn’t want to take risks with her, but she likely needed some space. I didn’t lose a single person on this ship during the escape, and I don’t plan to now. Stay strong Kazzi, just a while longer…
Still, we had somewhere we had to be. People that we had to take to receive the care and assistance they properly needed. Walking back to the Helm controls, I began to drive the ship across the Hub star. Nearly one thousand warp gates were all present, each one leading to another Galactic Assembly member's homeworld. The Territory of the GA as an organization exceeded 100,000 star systems, and we were encroaching upon the system which functioned as its heart. The warps gates that we passed were all basic in their construction, but the one which we encroached upon was ornamented extremely, with an almost regal appearance. One that signified importance and power.
I had the ship orient itself to follow the recently reopened refugee lane. This was a section of the warp gate which was devoted to quick and easy access into the Core, following a space lane to station 68. These kinds of lanes were rarely ever opened, and were mainly active during tragedies or wartime. Given the context, this specialized lane was opened for both reasons. I brought the ship to follow others in a line. Each ship which found itself traveling through this lane was one which managed to escape the attack, with some worse for wear. I could see sections of other ships which were shot off, still active with doors leading to those blasted portions sealed shut… It was concerning to see how many of these ships suffered such blasts. How many people were sucked out into the void during the escape? A question that I didn’t want answered truthfully. We followed a route map which was sent to us, one which all of the refugee ships were meant to follow to station-68.
The station itself orbited the system’s second planet, one of the many ecumenopolis bodies of the Core. It was a large station, utilized as a sort of residence for Refugees until another unit of housing could be constructed to accommodate those that needed help. Agricultural bays were all over the massive pillar of a space station, this provided plenty of self sustainability to victims of all kinds. Which was very helpful for me. After all of the chaos unfolded behind us, I needed something to distract myself from all the traumatic stress, and a good hearty meal was definitely the way to go about it.
One aspect of the station was the sheer amount of docking bays or refugee vessels. This was a standard feature, as it made it easier and more effective at offloading massive amounts of people onto the station. I oriented the Yacht towards one of these docking bays and contacted the automated dockyard systems regarding entry. When the link is established I begin to request permission to dock. “Attention Dockyard, this is the private yacht Prestigious Vow requesting docking to offload refugees that we have on board…”
I waited for a response from the master computer, before receiving a confirmation almost immediately. “Prestigious Vow you are clear to dock. Please align with bay section-28 to begin offloading” spoke an automated response over the comms. It made sense why they were resorting to Automated directors, the influx of sudden refugees would warrant quite the reaction, and using the system to streamline the process would be most effective. Handling Numerous ships like they were as of now would be nightmarish for the standard operating tower to organize. Flying over to the designated section of the station, I found drone guides flying out to meet us.
Using drone guides to assist with docking ships was a common practice across all of GA space, and made it to where more organized dock movements occurred, resulting in little to nothing in terms of station related accidents. The disk-like drones blinked as they went about assisting the vessel latch into the drydock appropriately. With a shift in movement, I could feel the buckling of momentum as the magnetic locks kept us firm in place as the walkways began to fold out from the station bay. A few arms folded out of the section of drydock that we were parked in, and moved to attack itself to the ship side where the entrances to the yacht’s airlocks were. With everything in position, I received a notification from the station’s systems to open comms for their announcement to the crew and passengers. I pressed the confirm button to permit the station system access to the shipwide speakers,
“This is an informant message to notify all refugees, all civilians are steer clear of the airlock units. Station staff shall make they’re way to assist with retrieval of refugees and any critically injured state. We shall assist with offloading all passengers to a waiting area to receive lodging until further notice. Compliance is an order as we seek to help you in this unfortunate time.” spoke the automated communicator. I sighed, feeling a sense of relief washing over me as we seemed out of the storm. At least, for the little moment that we had. The people that were operating the bridge sighed with a similar disposition to my own. And went to take the lift down from the bridge to the lower decks with the airlocks. They all made their way onto the lift, but I made no such indication of following. I knew that I needed to check up on the Fulkari who rightfully owned this ship.
Kazzi was likely unstable, and needed someone to help her with the revelation, and the likely possibility of there being nothing left. I can’t imagine the struggle that the Fulkari are currently suffering. She and I aren’t so much of friends to mean that much, but as of now I’m all she has. I walked out of the bridge, through a small yet luxurious hallway leading behind the lift, Turning the corner, I walked up to one of two doors. One which led to the captain’s quarters, and the other which was designed to accommodate the VIP. I walked to the VIP room, as this was the room which Kazzi likely made her abode upon the vessel. I sighed, and lifted my hand to knock upon the door.
I received nothing in turn…
I knocked a little louder, yet still didn’t hear anything. Concerned, I opened the door to see Kazzi wallowing on her floor-bolted-bed, curled up as she looked out of her room’s viewport along the back of the bridgetower. She remained still, motionless in her fixture much like the star of the Core. From her view, she had a prime view of the city planet in which we orbited, and the star which peaked beyond its horizon. An ethereal sight to be sure, but something that did little to ease the Fulkari’s current condition.
Not once has an encounter with Kazzi ever gone so cold like now. In which I felt so sorry for the woman who had it all, only to lose it instantly… It was surreal, as everything seemed to be as of recent. The evacuation, the attack… the destruction not just upon the warp gates, but whatever devastation continued in the severed reaches of the Fulkari. And I had no doubt in my mind that Kazzi was trapped on her own. In that head of hers was swirling doubts and thoughts which plagued her subconscious.
Trauma was a gate that locked a victim deep within their minds, unable to pass due to not having a key at their disposal to open that impasse. It keeps them still, with unyielding strength in the bars which were cold to the touch. A lock so complex held her there, one which could take her time to break on her own. But too much time to make any significant progress. She was someone new in this new stage of vulnerability. And The Kazzi I knew seemed to die beyond that warp gate, with this new person taking her place. I knew that Kazzi, now matter who she was now, needed someone to break her out. I was the only one she currently had, and I needed to take the mantle of responsibility and give her the love and care she needed to brave through this nightmare.
I walked up and went about setting my four legs to loaf upon her bed, leaving me in a position where I was pointing directly at the window. I turned my forebody to look at her for a moment, before looking back out the window with her. Despite my homeworld being one covered in frigide oceans and stormy seas, breaking the ice was something of a challenge given the sophistication of our situation. The atmosphere hung heavy like the death tolls which were yet to be counted. Despite my attempts to do so, it was Kazzi to speak in this thickened atmosphere that permeated not just her room, but the entire ship itself.
“Why?” She uttered, almost eshaberated with that single word. That single word which seemed to draw so much strength to utter. “Why would those… things attack us?... wha-... What even were they?” She wasn’t expecting any answer, those abominations were all still a mystery after all. But at the same time my mind was made up on what I figured to be the truth. Whether that be the case or not. I took a moment to waver on whether or not I should tell, but even if it hurts, it’s best to rip off a band-aid while you still can. “Foretold,” I stated, confident that what those machines were was a culmination of effort from whatever surviving Foretold might exist. Her head lifted up to where it was level with the floor. She looked dead straight before turning to look at me like I was Insane.
“What?... wha-that’s not possible; That war wasn’t even over a decade ago. There’s no way that they could’ve survived, let alone build such a force within such a small amount of time.” Kazzi made a fair point, based on the average decade in the Galactic Assembly, there’s not enough time to build an armada of such magnitude. “But at the same time who else could it be?” I said, “The technology that the black fleet utilized was relatively primitive despite the prowess of those… horribly terrifying robotics. Their ships were flimsy when hit with the Fulkari main weapons, breaking apart nigh instantly. There are many ships in the GA, but not built like the ones used in that black fleet… Only the Foretold vessels fit those kinds of makes, swarms of steel meant to drown out anything in their path with sheer volume. I know you think I’m insane for thinking this, but who else in the galaxy could manage to travel through an FTL method that the GA has never developed?”
“I-... I don’t want to believe that’s true… It can’t be… It had to be someone else, powerful like the first of the GA, those who can master a realm of the Universe we don’t know of. After all, those religious Foretold didn’t have such advanced technology like that…” I listened to her, and could only sigh. “A lot can change in a single decade Kazzi…” I said, “Whether or not I’m right is up to you to decide, but at the same time it’s up to me to see to it that I help you.”
“Get to the point…” She muttered, throwing me for a loop all but for a single moment. I sighed, trying to ease into a more tender disposition. I wasn’t one for such buddy-buddy interactions. Such things weren’t common amongst my own kind. I simply scooted over and placed a paw upon her shoulder, a gesture she initially shivered at… “look, I’m not going to pretend I understand the feelings that are permeating all about you right now. But I’m here for you. I intend on providing however much support you need. I doubt you want to talk about it, but take your time. I’m willing to help you, it’s up to you if you’re willing to let me.”
Kazzi… spoke nothing in response, her head hanging low. I couldn’t see her face, with her keeping it hidden from me. I didn’t say much else after that, simply letting the atmosphere that seemed to radiate about the room, hoping that maybe the intensity would fade with time. Awkwardness was a radiation all in itself, one that you could never truly cure or forget. I knew that nothing could save her from the sorrow of losing her home, but I can do whatever I can to ease the wound that the blow caused into something manageable. Mentally, I knew she wouldn’t be able to recover. Frankly I’d be more concerned if she wasn’t like this…
Despite the silence, I could hear some sort of whimpering from the Fulkari woman… as she scooted closer to me. She simply moved to lean against my side, letting herself recollect herself mentally and physically. Kazzi… wasn’t a strong woman. Fulkari weren’t physically bulky, being very thin and lanky in their builds. Kazzi also wasn’t as mentally fortified as I was. She never had the unfortunate fate of being dragged into the military to serve. She never faced the grueling horrors of war like I had to.
But then again my people, the Hystravics, were a near polar opposite of the Fulkari in countless ways physically and culturally. It’s almost laughable how comedical our differences were, like brain versus brawn, pretentious versus proud… Night and day, we had little to nothing in common, but in the end we were all we had at the moment. At the lowest points, we’re all the same, and the walls we built from flawed societies crumble in turn. Presenting the true you, at your most vulnerable. I never considered Kazzi someone pleasing to associate with due to her lustrous and flaunting lifestyle. Evil, greedy corporations and all that stigmatism…
But seeing her in this way, in a light which shines only during the darkest hours, it presents a new way of viewing another. One which can lead to bonds forming no matter the divide. One which rarely ever shines, but surely does so brightly when it decides to. Kazzi was someone who hid behind her status, because she was afraid. I could see it in her eyes that she was beyond terrified. Implications were all but fact, and the truth was as easy to say as curses when near blackout drunk. Did her status provide her a comfort that she never had? What was her life before I met her? What was her fami-...
A question like that was best not asked so soon…
I held her close, staying silent and giving her all the time I was willing to provide. I was willing to stay as long as I needed to. I moved to wrap my arm around her, keeping her close and providing her the moment she needed to recollect herself into something relatively presentable. She breathed erratically as I felt tears flow against my fur. Everything that was happening felt so surreal. Everything that shouldn’t ever occur happened all at once. The last war occurred only to prevent everything that was happening… all those lives lost just to suffer another cruel fate wrought by those scumbag foretold… if everything that happened was to occur again, then I know for a fact that we of the GA shall crush them for this crime…
After a while of sulking and shivering at my side for what felt like several minutes, Kazzi began to recollect herself after a long and powerful session of crying, one which allowed her to release all the built up emotion bottled from the events. I was caught in the floodgates, being washed by a tsunami of pain from a woman who just lost everything worth more than any bank account… more than any credit could ever amount to her. Her home, in which she was raised and lived all her life. With family and friends alike… riding upon success and building a name for herself. Something that now meant nothing. But she seemed to start coming to terms with her new existence. For better or for worse…
“Kovvak?” She muttered, in a vocal range that I was just able to receive. I responded with a simple, “Yes, Kazzi?”
“Is fate the one we face, because of the actions we’ve taken? Was the last war… really worth it?”
…
“Believe me Kazzi, I’ve asked myself that very question for years now. I’ll tell you when I finally get the answer” I retorted. It was a thought which plagued my mind ever since the last of the enemy ships fell silent in their drifting through the void. I’ll never get my answers on whether or not it was worth it. Guilt tainted my mind due to the conflict, despite my hatred for those we fought. I wasn’t stubborn enough to deny that there were wrongs and rights to both sides of the war. But war was never about who was right, only who’s left.
I could hear a grumble, something which sounded like a roar. There was no beast where we were though, only a monstrous appetite of a hungry Fulkari. I shot up, surprised to hear such a rumble from the relatively skinny Fulkari. I chuckled seeing her flustered at her sudden show of hunger, as she went about blushing a flush purple of embarrassment at the sound. There were still some tears in her eyes as she turned to apologize directly. “I-I’m so sorry about that!” She loudly spoke in the aftermath of her little roar. I chuckled, finding it understandable and simply waving her down over the whole thing. Fulkari required plenty of energy considering their remarkable metabolism and usage of a wide amount of nutrients, and given the chase it was no doubt that Kazzi needed something to chew on. I decided to offer a suggestion to the Fulkari woman. “What do you say you and I go and get something to eat? Talk about where we go from here? We need a path to walk after all…”
…
“Sure thing” she said, with a soft and heartwarming smile.

I am from Bangladesh, English is not my first language so apologize in advance if i failed to make you guys understand something. Also our culture is quite different than rest of the worlds....so anyway here it goes.
I must warn you guys, this is going to be a very long one. To those who actually might read through the whole thing, I really appreciate it guys. God Bless you all My wife and I got married two years ago, after being in a relationship for about a year. I'm currently 32, and she's 25. The first six months were amazing, but then things started falling apart. She couldn't adjust to living with my parents and wanted us to live separately. However, due to my limited earnings, it wasn't feasible for us to rent a house just for the two of us. Additionally, I have no siblings who could help take care of my parents (though I do have a sister who lives abroad with her husband). I tried discussing the situation with her to help her understand, but the main problem is that once she decides on something, it must be done her way, regardless of anyone else's opinion. (Later I realized this isn't her fault; she was raised like that.) And if I can’t fulfill these wishes, I faced severe verbal abuse (which became common later on, so I won't go into the details, trying to keep it brief).Things continued to worsen day by day. We regularly had fights about small things, which eventually led to the matter of living separately with her. She made up things about how my parents treated her all day and complained about it to her parents (which showed her immaturity, sadly, because ultimately it's disrespectful for me and herself too). Anyway, I'll give you guys one or two examples to help you understand how poorly my parents treated her.
She usually woke up late, around 1 p.m., which was her routine even before our marriage. My parents and I never had any issues with this; we all treated her as if she were still a child, thinking there was plenty of time for her to adapt to her role as a wife, especially after she finished her studies. I think this was a mistake on our part. Because she woke up so late, my mom ended up doing all the household chores, including tidying our bedroom while she freshened up. My mom never complained about this, obviously, because we were treating my wife like a child. One day, my wife woke up and drank some leftover Coke from the night before to help take a gas tablet. My mom saw this and commented, 'You just woke up; you shouldn’t be drinking Coke with your gas tablet.' My wife didn’t respond to my mom directly but called me to express that she couldn't stay here anymore, claiming our home felt like a prison to her. So yeah, there's more stuff like that, things like “mom wants less rice cooked to make me hungry” and she always used to complain about us about these things to her parents. And her parents, specifically her mom, used to charge my mom about how badly we were treating her daughter, yeah, things like that. Now imagine as a guy, as a son, how long you are able to take such BS against your parents, against your mom, from the love of your life? Every single day, countless times?! Sigh…
So, anyway, small things like that kept happening, and she moved back to her parents' house. She doesn’t listen to me and definitely not to my parents. What's worse is that when she lives with her parents, she exaggerates stories about how my parents treated her, like the example I gave earlier. Instead of offering guidance, her parents simply tell her, 'You don’t need to go back to that house.' She has no desire to stay at my place and keeps leaving to live with her parents, who don’t seem to care at all about the situation. Whenever I tried to talk to them, all they would say was, ‘’you guys got married, it’s your matter.’’ I was completely lost, not knowing what to do or which way to go. We had long fights to the point where we wouldn’t talk to each other for days, even weeks. She stopped coming to my place altogether. Last year, we had some fights about these issues and ended up not communicating for three months, which felt like it could be the end of our marriage. Later, we patched things up, but we didn’t find a proper solution. Also, when we reconciled, she mentioned she had gotten a job, which was good news. However, I was concerned about how she would manage it since it’s a night job, and she has classes during the day. She misunderstood my concern and reverted to her usual abusive behavior with me, saying everyone else supports her, but I just want to suppress her. That’s how she was with me most of the time. It's like I would try to say something nice to comfort her, but she would take it completely the wrong way, which would backfire with verbally abusive words from her. It hurts so badly…
Later, when we patched things up, she told me that people at work know she is not married. So I got upset and said, "Since we patched up now, shouldn't you let them know?" But she said she can't do that; she needs time, and I understand that because she has colleagues and all. So I gave her time.
Meanwhile, I noticed that she acts differently around me now, especially when using her phone. Before I continue, I must emphasize that I have always respected her privacy. I'm not like those typical husbands or boyfriends who insist on knowing their partner’s phone passwords or go through their texts to see who they are talking to, and so on. Something felt off, but I never really bothered with it because I believed that despite all our differences and complications, we had a strong trust for each other.
On August 29th last year, my phone was out of battery, and she was heading to the shower. I asked to use her phone to watch YouTube and stuff. She hesitated for a split second, seemed to quickly text someone, and then handed it over to me. That action triggered my suspicions to an extreme level. Right after she entered the bathroom, I checked her phone and found some photos of her with her best friend from university (you know, the guy she told you not to worry about. I laughed at such memes too until it happened to me). There were four photos. In two of them, she was laying her head on his shoulder, taking a selfie. The other two showed them holding each other’s arms or palms, surrounded by lots of love emojis. My world fell apart. I quickly went through that guy’s texts. With limited time, I searched for 'sex' in his inbox and discovered they had been sexting. I didn’t know what to say. Later when she came back from the washroom and figured something went wrong, so I confronted her and asked her about the photos. She said, “Don’t worry, we're just having fun; we're just friends.” I yelled, “What kind of friends take photos like that?” Things went nuts after that; she kept denying there was anything between them. Then I told her I found out about the sexting too, and she told me it happened when I was away for 3 months. If I wasn’t away, this wouldn’t have happened, and also there’s nothing going on between them; it was just a one-time thing & nothing happened in real life either. So I thought okay fine then let me go through the text I need to know what kind of friend he is, I am your husband for fuck’s sake. but after that, she never let me touch her phone ever. We fought for the whole night; it was the worst night of my life. Still to this day, I don’t know what they had….
In the morning, I took her to their place and told her mom about this, and she said [drum roll, guys], “Wasn’t this a problem between you two from the beginning? aint that obvious?” I was left speechless. Forget about a mother-in-law saying such things to a son-in-law; how could a mother say that about her own daughter? They had insulted me before in various ways, countless times, but at this point, those aren't even worth mentioning.
I didn’t know what to do, so I talked to my parents; they said in our religion, there's an opportunity for reconciliation. But I don’t want to give her a chance just like that. It has to be done with some conditions. So I told her I will forgive you and forget everything that happened if you live with me permanently and transfer credit to a different university near my home. Obviously, I wasn't going to allow her to go to the same university with the same guy she had those incidents with. However, she completely disagreed with me. She argued that love shouldn’t be bound by conditions and that she couldn’t accept them. So, what choice did we have left? It seemed we were heading for divorce. But then, I couldn’t divorce her yet because I hadn’t paid the 'kabin' money yet (its a money that the groom have to give to the bride) (it has to be paid if before they gets divorced), and it’s a substantial amount. Moreover, she didn’t want to divorce me. To be honest, I was too scared to take legal action; I didn’t want to go through all the trouble. So, things didn’t progress after that, and we began to live separately without any communication. Those four months were the worst days of my life.
After four months, this January, she texted me agreeing to my conditions. I asked her, 'It took you four months to decide that?' She said she needed time. By this point, she had removed all our marriage photos and any photos with me from all her social media. People at her work still don't know she is married. I didn’t want to give her a chance so easily, but she forcefully returned to my place, cried, and asked for forgiveness from my parents, who eventually accepted her. However, she hasn’t changed at all. She still refuses to change universities since this is her last year. She even went to Cox's Bazar (12 hours journey by bus and its quite far from where we live, its the beach of our ocean) with the same friends from her university, and I had to agree to it because, as I said before, everything has to go according to what she wants, or else I will have to face her verbal abuse, countless fights, and arguments. It was a living hell for me, guys, when she was in Cox’s Bazar with the same guy and her friends for 7 days........ Nearly two months later, it feels like the same issues are recurring. She doesn’t live with me consistently. Whenever we have a disagreement, she goes back to her own place. Her parents haven't taken any serious steps regarding our situation in this whole time. Moreover, she still refuses to disclose our marriage on her social media or at her workplace. Look, guys, I understand social media is absolutely nothing when it comes to real life. But I have trust issues now, and I need some reassurance. So I talked to her, reminded her about the conditions that she agreed to. She said she can't change and at least not yet; she needs time. I told her I gave you time. So she said then I can't do anything about that either. After that, we finally both agreed to divorce; she said she doesn’t need the 'kabin' money, but when she is angry, she said she doesn’t want to let me go easily, etc., etc.
Since then, we've been living separately again. Honestly, I don’t want to divorce her, and she doesn’t want to divorce me either. She still wants to be with me. However, it feels like we won’t be able to adjust in the future, and it will never be easy for me since I'll always have to compromise to maintain peace between us. But for a reality check, it seems like we might eventually have to divorce anyway, so perhaps it's better to end it sooner rather than later. But then again, I miss her a lot; we've had some amazing moments. We click on many things. I’ve put my heart into this relationship. Mentally, I'm not doing well at all. I'm constantly frustrated and depressed, watching all my friends move forward with their families and children, while I feel stuck. It sucks, man, it sucks. My sister, her husband, and my dad, nobody wants this relationship to continue except me and my mom. Ultimately, it's my decision, I know. But I'm not sure what's right or wrong anymore. However, I do know it feels like I’m blinded by the moments we shared. I gave her everything, and she knows all my secrets. We were like partners in crime. All my friends say the same thing: to leave her and move on. Talk to other women. I've tried; I even made an account on Tinder to talk to different women, DMing strangers on Facebook like a creep, just to find someone to talk to and forget her... but nothing is helping. You guys might laugh at me, but at the age of 32, it's difficult…
I'm not a religious person, but since last Ramadan, I've done everything possible to seek guidance from our Almighty, and I’m still continuing... But nothing seems to help. You know, guys, it feels like I'm going crazy at this point. Whenever I watch something amazing, listen to something, or eat something good that reminds me of her, I roleplay as both of us. I talk to myself as she would talk to me, and then I respond, and then I reply back to myself again as my wife xD yah i am done for xD I would truly appreciate and listen to any advice or thoughts you all might have. Thanks

i was exited to grow up
When i was 3 i couldn't wait to be a teen
When i was 3 i desperately wanted the attention of my family
When i was 4 i was exited for big kid school
Whan i was 5 i started big kid school,
Whan i was 5 i started my first long-term relationship with a boy
Whan i was 6 i was in year 1 and spent most of my time with the younger kids
When i was 6 my brother moved to NSW
When i was 6 my sister got in a car acsident
When i was 6 my brother started dating a amazing girl
When i was 7 i had my first kiss
When i was 7 i got glasses
When i was 7 i got diagnosed with ADHD
When i was 7 my sister moved to QLD
When i was 8 i didnt want to leave my school
When i was 8 i got told that my best friend was happy i was leaving
When i was 9 i started at a new school,
Whan i was 9 i made friends in the grade above
When i was 9 i had already made enemies
When i was 10 i had a small group of friends whom we dug holes in the ground
When i was 10 i started to play hockey
When i was 10 my brother moved out and started living at his girlfriends house
When i was 11 i was in my last year of primary school,
When i was 11i ended my relationship with the boy
When i was 11 i was ready and excited to start big school
When i was 11 covid hit like a punch to the gut
When i was 11 my last brother moved out, i was all alone
When I was 12 I started year 7
Whan i was 12 lots many new people joined the school,
When i was 12 my friend group had grown lots
When i was 12 i met my best friend
When i was 12 i dated a girl for the first time
When i was 13 i got my braces off
Whan i was 13 cut my hair short,
When i was 13 i got SA’d
When i was 13 i got my first A
When i was 13 i scored my first hockey goal
When i was 13 the quenteens had finished
When i was 13 i dated another girl
When i was 13 i started a new medication
When i was 14 i stopped that medication and started taking antidepresonts
When i was 14 i went over sees for the first time
When i was 14 i got SAd again by the same person
When i was 14 my brother got engaged
When i was 14 i started therapy
When i was 14 i was unhappy
When i was 14 i thought i was a boy
When i was 14 i started dating another girl
Now in 15
Now Im 15 and i started dating the best boy ever
Now I'm 15 and my uncle might have cancer
Now I'm 15 my brother is a drug dealer
Now I'm 15 and he has been SAing me since the year i was 12
Now I'm 15 and i take a pocket knife everywhere i go
Now I'm 15, and i am scaerd
Scared to grow up
sceard to grow old

Dear This Sucks and I Hate This,
I didn’t sign up for psychological and emotional damage. I didn’t sign up to have my life turned upside down. I didn’t sign up for cameras to be present in all rooms of my house. I didn’t sign up to lose all my friends and family. I didn’t sign up to become the walking dead with no other signs of life. I didn’t sign up for strange verbal codes coming from people. I didn’t sign up to allow others to watch my marriage completely tank. I didn’t sign up for lyrics to be changed in music to show I’m being watched. I didn’t sign up for this never-ending nightmare that won’t seem to stop. I didn’t sign up to fall in love in front of others, only to be continuously rejected over and over again. None of this has been wonderful and I can’t wait for the day this is all over. I don’t ever want to revisit this time in my life again. This has been scary, confusing, lonely, and horrible. I am absolutely miserable, right now, and I am in no way mentally better. If you are being entertained by anything you see of me, it is at the expense of my humility, self-esteem, and confidence toward myself. I am losing weight because I am lonely and sad and I find no pleasure out of life, right now. I have no privacy, no honesty is being shared with me, and each day this madness continues, I am losing trust in people and what they say. I am not sure I can believe anyone ever again. Whatever this is, it will be an additional trauma I will have had to endure. It will take me more years of therapy to clear this awful time of confusion and isolation from my mind. Not only am I being punished at home, but when no one looks you in the eye or talks to you, you see it as a severe punishment from the outside world as well. This is not how to move a person out of fight or flight. It’s hard enough living with a man who barely looks you in the eye every single time you open your mouth, but always finds a way to keep you from money so you can leave. Did you ever think that whatever this is, might be hurting me more than it might be helping me? The man I thought loved me more than anyone in the world for the past 27 years has shown me I meant nothing to him and that I’ve wasted a quarter century of my life. It’s painful, it’s shattering, and here I have to run around with codes and false leads, wearing my heart on my sleeve only to be bashed at every turn when I approach with caution. Why the hell wouldn’t I have caution? So I can spend another 27 years dead to myself? I didn’t sign up to play some coded game immediately after being forced to give up all my authenticity and freedom to be locked away only to recognize the marriage I thought was okay was anything, but that. I am not in any way okay. What you are doing to me is not in any way okay. I hate this and I hate my life, right now.

Right before the crash of 2008, my ex-husband and I took out loans totalling around 250k to purchase blue chip Canadian energy stocks so that we could have some dividends as extra income. This was on the advice of our then-financial advisor.
Well shortly thereafter, the market crashed, our business crashed, we got divorced blah blah blah, fast forward to today. We held on to these stocks hoping these blue chip energy stocks would come back at least enough to pay off the loans, surprise surprise, they didn't.
I received statements a couple weeks ago showing that the stocks were sold for somewhere around 40K. leaving a balance of 121K on these loans after all these years.
My ex was served earlier tonite to go to court for the balance of these loans, he just texted me to tell me they want to serve me too but they somehow don't know where I live.
I haven't had a job or much of an income since the lockdowns. I used to write books and made a few grand per year, that amount is down to a few hundred per year now.
I have about 1200 bucks to my name.
I'll be 60 in June, I live in a remote area outside Bala Ontario with a family friend who helps me out. There are no job prospects for an old person like me out here plus I have no transportation to get to any job anyway.
I don't have money or transportation to get to London Ontario from where I live to show up for court and wouldn't know what to do or say if I could make it there anyway.
Can someone my age come back from bankruptcy? Will 1200 bucks be enough to pay for it?
I've never been bankrupt before, apart from this 121k investment loan, I have around 5K in credit card debt and no assets to speak of, not even a car or any jewelry, furniture or clothing. Edit: sorry I have an iphone and a 2021 Macbook Air but that's it.
Sorry if this is a stupid question but am I going to jail now?

I (20M) and my girlfriend (19F) attend the same college. Although we live in the same city, we never spoke during our first year of colleg. In our second year, we began talking due to commuting together for required university volunteer work. Initially, we didn't like each other, but we became friends. She confided in me about her toxic and emotionally abusive boyfriend of 6 years. She said she always wanted to befriend me, but was always scared because of her boyfriend.
She told me her boyfriend controlled every aspect of her life - she was never allowed to wear a dress, even when she was visiting her relatives. She couldn't make friends, whether female or male. She wasn't allowed to use social media. WhatsApp is a popular messaging tool here, and she wasn't allowed to have it, but due to college reasons, her boyfriend allowed it. However, he had a command word "OFF"; if he saw she was using WhatsApp too much (by her online status), he would tell her to go off, meaning to stop using WhatsApp immediately. I did not want to hear this, but she told me she was always forced to have sex and she would fake feeling good and luckily it would last only 2 minutes. This hurts me but i don't know what to say.
He ironically prevent her to go to college as he feared she would cheat on him. However, the girl really wanted to improve her education. So, the guy would constantly monitor her, such as every hourly or even less. At night, he would, out of nowhere but frequently, ask her to share her screen and see if she was being unfaithful towards him. This could take more than one hour as everything were being checked.
As her friend, I advised her to leave the relationship for her own well-being, warning she may regret marrying him. She already told me she was unhappy and felt she was a living corpse.
Last year, her boyfriend had pressured her to introduce him to her family, and they saw him positively and wanted them to marry. They even exchanged promise rings in front of her whole family. After much discussion, she finally realized she needed to prioritize herself and stop choosing others.
However, as we talked more, we developed feelings for each other. She broke up with her boyfriend to be with me, but her ex-boyfriend would not leave. He would constantly come to her place and talk with her family. Her whole family didn't believe her as they are a bit orthodox and believe the boy instead, seeing him as the good guy. She didn't tell her family about me as this is a shitshow. I suppose she was done, but they were still considering the situation.
We became intimate two weeks after her breaking up with him, but the ex and family were in denial. So, it was like she broke up with him only mentally, and I'm unsure if this constitutes cheating. I had never been in a relationship before and tried to resist temptation, but our connection felt natural without any awkward stage.
Now I'm questioning if I was wrong and if this constitutes cheating. My intention was never to break up her relationship as I initially had no interest in her. I was tempted by the prospect of my first relationship and feeling loved.
Although I suspect she may not be fully truthful about everything, she showed me proof of her ex's abusive and controlling behavior. She claims she wanted to end things a year ago but felt forced to stay. The reason I don't believe her fully is because she was still letting the guy monitor her and would hide and lie in front of me. For me, i would not call that cheating as this is an abuse situation, but it did feel like so. And, I only got her perspective.
I am confused as I am dealing with such complex emotions and have no one to confide in. I'm concerned about her morals for "cheating" without fear, but she seems to be a victim. My girlfriend told me she felt safe confiding in me only, as for some reason she felt at peace with me and told me everything. She told me even if she told others, they would not help her and would say it is her life, so deal with it
For my part, I don't know if I am wrong, I do feel like it. The relationship is having a toll on me and I constantly feel what I did was wrong and ashamed. I admit I could possibly be wrong, but i was a 20 year old and was tempted as it was going to be my first relationship. Though, my intention was never to supposedly destroy her past relationship. I, being her friend advised her to choose herself/
Some friends and my GF's sister are blaming me that I broke her sister relationship and even the promise ring thing. This is becoming a shitshow. All of this happened two weeks ago, and I am so confused and this is affecting my mental health. Some are saying i forced her to break up and come with me. I really need help and i feel my society is looking at me in a bad way.

I am looking for a family lawyer in Chicago. I can not afford to pay much for one but I need to do this as soon as possible. If you know any or any community resources please leave a post :)
Thank you 😊

My Fiance and I have been together for nearly a year and a half. This was my first real relationship and I think I honestly just fell into things way too quickly. When we first started dating, she admitted that her mom was into hard drugs such as Coke and Meth. About 6 months into our relationship, her mom went on a drug rampage. She kicked my girlfriend out, called her best friend and told her best friend that she was going to kill herself by ODing. Her best friend then told my fiance and so my Fiance called the cops. They came, had to bust down the door and restrain her and take her out on a stretcher.
Since then, we were on no contact with her until she got out of the mental ward a month later and called us threatening to kill us for what we did to her (calling the cops on her). we would see her occasionally (as where we live is a small town) and she would be making nasty faces at us.
Well, about a month ago she had a Grand Mal seizure and multiple strokes, and since then my fiance has been talking to her mom more and getting on better terms with her. At this point in my Fiance and I's relationship, we are moved out of my parents house and in our own place. Well, after two weeks of my fiance and her mom hanging out, she asked me if it would be okay if she brought her mom here.
After I told her that I was uncomfortable with it, she argued with me and told me that I was in the wrong. She told me that it is the last bit of family that she has left and that she wanted to show her what she accomplished. I try to remind her that not even a year ago she threatened to send people after us to kill us, and that she's still in contact with people who sold her the drugs. Well, regardless of my request not to bring her to the house, she instead showed her where we live and smoked a joint in her car. I was inside freaking out and having a panic attack.
That was that, until we fast forward to today. She calls me again, asking if she can come up to our house, and I show my discomfort for it again. She keeps telling me that if anything happens, she'll "take care of it", assuring me that nothing would happen while she is over. She eventually pushes me into saying that it would be fine if she came, super uncaring of how genuinely uncomfortable I expressed that it would make me feel that she was going to be in our own house, the only place that i can call home and feel safe.
She comes over, and after I get off work my fiance texts me and says "You should come home. I want us all to have a group conversation". I tell her that I don't really feel comfortable with it (because i know that no matter what i say, they will not believe anything i feel is justified). She insists that I come talk to her mom. I tell her maybe another time when I feel a little more prepared, and go to Goodwill to blow off steam. I come back home after she leaves and then my fiance starts screaming at me, putting words in my mouth. She tells me that apperantly I don't like her mom, and that I didn't want her to go over to her house because she has bugs?? I've mentioned how she used to have bedbugs but never told her to not go over there.
She told me that it was a p^ssy move to go to Goodwill rather than come talk to her mom. That it was also a p^ssy move that when the first time she came to the house and they were smoking in the car that I didn't come to say hi to her (WHEN I WAS LITERALLY FREAKING OUT!!!). But, maybe I'm just crazy. Am I in the wrong? Maybe I should give her mother another chance? I just kind of felt like she crossed the line when she threatened to send people after us and cause beef with the rest of the tiny bit of family she has left.
TL;DR - My fiance has brought her mom over to our house who was addicted to drugs and threatened to send people after us in the past, despite my uncomfort in it and said that it was a p^ssy move that I went shopping at Goodwill instead of coming and talking in a group about me not wanting to be around her even though I never agreed to do so.