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2024.05.16 03:37 sac_112 Debunking a few popular theories.
 | Starting to debunk 🔥 FNaF 6FNaF 6 is mostly assumed by people to take place in 2023 because of HRY223, saying it means Henry 2023, the thing is, they ignore the most important detail of that text.HRY223 is actually not written that way, is "HRY223...", what's the difference? In the first option that most people use to argue FNaF 6 2023, the text is complete, saying 2023 as a last part of the text. In the true and second option, the text is incomplete, it's not showing it all, Scott knew that people said that FNaF 3 took place in 2023 when it wasn't the case, so, he wanted to do a little trolling putting "HRY223..." It does say Henry (date), but the date is incomplete, so it's more of: HRY 2/23/???? or Henry Febrary 23rd of ????, since the last part is missing. So, if the date is not 2023, then when is it? Using Fazbear Frights as a part of games timeline, we have an answer, since, and as I have stated before: In Fetch, Greg describes the Location of Freddy's as the same as the FNaF 1 Location (MCI Location), which we know, was turned Into Jeffs Pizza in ITP.So, with this in mind, FNaF 6 happens in 2016 or 2017. But some people argue that FNaF 3 happens in 2023, how do I explain that? FNaF 3 doesn't happen in 2023, happens in 2015. FNaF 3First of all, the steam description.Thirty years after Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed it's doors, the events that took place there have become nothing more than a rumor and a childhood memory, but the owners of "Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction" are determined to revive the legend and make the experience as authentic as possible for patrons, going to great lengths to find anything that might have survived decades of neglect and ruin.So, it mentions that it's 30 years after Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed it's doors, which of the 3? Well, we can get to an easy answer with this. the events that took place there have become nothing more than a rumor and a childhood memorySo, the location was actually opened for quite a long time (discarding the location of the 87), the FNaF 1 location is the same as the location of the MCI, so it could be rather 2015 or 2022/2023 (later explaining). So, which of both is it? Well, the text directly stated right after it explains it. but the owners of "Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction" are determined to revive the legend and make the experience as authentic as possible for patrons, going to great lengths to find anything that might have survived decades of neglect and ruin.What does this tell us? Well, reading the whole text, is clear that it's talking about 30 years after the location where the rumors and years of neglect and ruin started closed. The FNaF 1 location didn't started the rumors and years of neglect and ruin. It was the Missing Children Incident location! Now, let's talk about the source code. "five, nights, at, freddys, 30 years later, only one"What does this actually mean? let me begin separating the text, because it's not "five nights at freddy's 30 years later only one" it has punctuation marks, so, what do they mean? To me, they look more as a title. FiveLet me begin clarifying the text. As it is a title, there's the name of the franchise, then the title of the game == (Title) (Name) So, the important thing here is the fact that it's named "30 years later, only one" what could this mean? I interpret it more like- "After 30 years, there's only one" only one what? Only one animatronic as the description of the game says. At first there were only empty shells, a hand, a hook, an old paper-plate doll, but then a remarkable discovery was made... The attraction now has one animatronic. So, it's talking about that 30 after something, there's now one animatronic in Fazbear Frights. This doesn't reveal anything. The Real Value and the LogbookI don't think this needs an explination, but here it comes. (reused text from an old post)In the page 79 there is a cupon named "Pizza Party Pack" which costs 16 dollars, and Michael writted there "for real value, see page 61", if you remember right, the page 61 is where we get the "I" in the "my name" code, but for now, let's ignore that, because doing the same math, "5+4 = 9" and multiplaying it with 3 we get 27, so the real value is 27, right? yes, but that's kinda weard, because if we use an inflation calculator (or just do the math by ourselfs) we get that in 2023 it would cost 33.74 dollars, but that's logical, Scott made this book in 2017, the real value needs to be updated to the "present" day, Scott isn't a magician, he can't know how will go the inflation in 2023 being on 2017, and doing the math with 2017 insetead of 2023 we get almost the exact number, but it can't be right, like i said in another post the only dates where FNaF 3 can take place are 2015 and 2023, and like we see right here, it can't be in 2023, but wait, we are doing this taking in mind that FNaF 1 takes place in 1993, if we say that FNaF 1 takes place in 1992 then in 2015 is 27.00$.But I've seen people against the real value, and let me explain why they are wrong! Let me point out 2 main posts.
Starting with... Meta Logbook. The fact that the logbook mentions the Springlocks doesn't even prove anything! It just places it after Night 2 of FNaF 3. The Phone Calls from FNaF 2 are never mentioned or even something at all on the Logbook, they know what happened in that local because of the rummors! They knew about the Phone Calls from FNaF 1 because they were in that restaurant! and uh, Phone Guy kinda possessed the phone, if not, we wouldn't be literally getting PHONE CALLS on FNaF 1, since they are recordings, why ring the phone? That's because it's possessed by Phone Guy. They could've just recorded those Phone Calls to make the logbook AFTER night 2. Now, let's talk about th epost of Fantasctic-Bed3911. FNaF 2 is NOT in summer, if we're gonna use the summer-job thing as confirmation, then FnaF 1 is in summer as the description of FNaF 1 states: Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where kids and parents alike come for entertainment and food as far as the eye can see! The main attraction is Freddy Fazbear, of course; and his two friends. They are animatronic robots, programmed to please the crowds! The robots' behavior has become somewhat unpredictable at night however, and it was much cheaper to hire you as a security guard than to find a repairman.So it's more of a legal thing or a way to say "short-time job". So, FNaF 1 is indeed in 1992, and since the Logbook has multiple references of it being at the same time as FNaF 3 (since we literally see the office and for stuff mentioned before), the real value is showing us that FNaF 3 is in 2015. Confirming 2 things.
FNaF 1As I explained 2 months ago.FNaF 1 is in 1992, why.. MHMM (this is bassically the same text as the one of my old post) We spent 6 hours a night in Freddy’s for 5 nights (30 hours) and we get paid 120$ a WEEK, so it’s 4$ a hour (less than the minimum wage of USA, 7.25$ per hour), when is the only year that 4 dollars an hour is legal (in USA)? In 1990 the minimum wage was 3.80$, in 1991 it was raised to 4.25, so it can’t be in 1991, but from there to 1996 the minimum wage was raised to 5 bucks, so it’s in 1990, right? NO! There’s something else. So, in the camera 04b we see the MCI newspapers, which if you see them correctly and compare them with the newspapers that we see on the beginning of the game and REAL newspapers we know that these aren’t actually newspapers from the 80s, they don’t actually seem to be actual newspapers at all, they seem more like an article from a web page, like- a transcription of the news to digital, so, they were researched in the internet, or something similar. We know that this is the current pizzeria since is stated to be after the MCI or “after the tragedy that took place there many years ago” which implies that this is also the same restaurant of where the MCI happened, so this makes me think that this is the memory of Mike, these are actual things that Mike researched on internet to know more about his job maybe? Remember that Mike used a computer to search that, he used the internet, according to Wikipedia and this Quora question, the internet was opened to the public in 1991, so FNaF 1 cannot be in 1990. But that would bring a lot of problems, for example, in 1992 the minimum wage was of 4.55$, so it can’t be there, or at any point after 1991… UNLESS, Following what the U.S. DEPARTMENT OF LABOR says, if a person is under the age of 20 it can have the minimum wage but only 85%, but this expired in 1993, so, FNaF 1 is at any point from 1991 to 1993 and Mike is at maximum 20 years old. It can be at any point in between those 3 years, so we don’t have a definitive answer for now… Or until FNaF 2… Mhmmm So, FNaF 2 is directly a prequel of FNaF 1, since 2 takes place in 1987 and 1 is in 1991-1993. So, with the information that this game adds to the timeline, how can this help with FNaF 1? Yeah i know what you might be thinking, “but how can this help?!?!”, pretty easy actually. FNaF 2 takes place in November of 1987, more specifically, 8th to 14th of November, November 8th is a SUNDAY. This shows us that the laboral week of Fazbear Entertainment is from Sunday to Thursday, but Jeremy and Fritz spent until Saturday. So, FNaF 1 is in 1992. Finally, with this out of the way, i need to explain why does this can keep working on current timeline- I know that there's still people saying that more recent information make clear that FNaF 1 is in 1993, but to that let me tell you something... No it doesn't. like we can see thanks to TechnicalFNaF that in FNaF AR the "Faz-Facts" are NOT canon,, since the Illumix employee stated how they were written by Illumix and not Scott, and shouldn't be used for lore at all. https://preview.redd.it/c5nf3sajzo0d1.png?width=600&format=png&auto=webp&s=e11a57aed31d1a071466fab3f8ed3bf140cdbb05 With that out of the way, let me talk about one of the MOST missinterpreted and missinformed fact of the franchise, in the FNaF Cook book, there's NO mention of 1993, Not in any page of the book, that's missinformation. With that out of the way, let me tell you one of the most ignored pieces of information of the MOST LORE RELEVANT BOOK of this franchise... Before going to it,, let me clarify something the Survival Logbook is indeed in FNaF 3, not in the nights, but AFTER the nights happen, how? First of all, the Survival Logbook makes clear that it takes place on the week that Mike was there (also confirming that Mike was the Frightguard), we know this since the Logbooks night 2 to 5 title pages are in the FNaF 3 office, htat's obvious since we see how everything lines up perfectly, and the fact that we see foxy there makes clear too that Mike is Foxybully, so, upon that, the Logbook takes place in FNaF 3, but how? The Logbook is directly a log to all the stuff that happened during your shift, bassicly it's literally a in-between nights thing, so it makes sense that Mike would have it and fill it with stuff in between the nights of FNaF 3... Now... In the page 79 there is a cupon named "Pizza Party Pack" which costs 16 dollars, and Michael writted there "for real value, see page 61", if you remember right, the page 61 is where we get the "I" in the "my name" code, but for now, let's ignore that, because doing the same math, "5+4 = 9" and multiplaying it with 3 we get 27, so the real value is 27, right? yes, but that's kinda weard, because if we use an inflation calculator (or just do the math by ourselfs) we get that in 2023 it would cost 33.74 dollars, but that's logical, Scott made this book in 2017, the real value needs to be updated to the "present" day, Scott isn't a magician, he can't know how will go the inflation in 2023 being on 2017, and doing the math with 2017 insetead of 2023 we get almost the exact number, but it can't be right, like i said in another post the only dates where FNaF 3 can take place are 2015 and 2023, and like we see right here, it can't be in 2023, but wait, we are doing this taking in mind that FNaF 1 takes place in 1993, if we say that FNaF 1 takes place in 1992 then in 2015 is 27.00$. Also in the book there are several references to things that only appeared in 2015 the MacBook Silver, the dabbing (but used as a meme) and more, so, even with this conclusion, the only possible way to this to work is if FNaF 3 takes place in 2015… So, the definitive answer is that FNaF 1 takes place in 1992, Mike is 20 years old when the game takes place at maximum and FNaF 3 takes place in 2015. End of the debunks |
2024.05.16 03:35 greg-thompson123 I’m In Love and I Don’t Know What To Do Next
Hey Reddit, this is a burner account because I just wanted to steer clear of people I know finding this.
I am a young adult who was in a long term relationship for 4 years since I was 16. That relationship ended about a year ago. She was horrible to me at the end (cheating and what not) but the first couple years were a blast. After getting out of that relationship I kinda hopped right into another one. She’s 2 years older and I met her at some random party at university, let’s call her Molly. She’s gorgeous, the exact girl that I would be into on paper. I was instantly attracted to her and we had an amazing night together which ended in a hookup. In the morning, I asked for her snap and she happily grabbed my phone and added herself. About a week later we went on a date. BEST DATE EVER! We could not stop talking and the sparks were flying. I could tell we both felt it because we were both smiling, laughing and poking fun at each other the whole time. Afterwards we had an amazing night together at her place. About a month went on with this kinda routine and it was thrilling. We were both all over each other going on fun dates and getting to know one another. Until she became really distant. At first I shrugged it off but then I started to get worried. She consistently apologized and it seemed genuine every time but I knew something else was up. It was around Christmas time at this point and I went back home to see my family. After the holidays I landed back in my university town and saw a text from Molly. She said she was sick, and that she had been falling behind in school and could hardly get out of bed. She had been going to the hospital consistently and had not been able to find time to see me, let alone explain her situation. I felt so bad for her. I made sure to tell her that I was there for her but she insisted that she couldn’t be able to hold up a relationship while trying to recover. She said “It’s what’s best for you, I can’t be there for you like I want to. Like I should”. I took it with chest and wished her the best, and said “if anything ever changes, I’d love to give us another shot”. At this point I knew I wanted to be in a relationship, I knew I was at the point in my life where I want to share it with someone. Although I wasn’t over Molly I went out dating again. About a month later I met the sweetest girl ever, Let’s call her Eva. She wasn’t someone I’d usually be attracted to but her personality was so kind and infatuating. We moved fast together. Going out for Valentine’s Day, surprising each other with gifts and writing notes. It was so wholesome and genuine. We actually made it official and she was my girlfriend, something I only wish I did with Molly. After two months of being together I decided I’d go home for the summer to be with my family (we were dealing with the loss of a loved one and I thought I’d be there for my siblings). The idea of being back home for 4 months got me thinking. I knew I didn’t want to do long distance with Eva but I did really love her, just not enough. I hadn’t been single since I was 16 and I knew I needed some time to understand myself. So, I decided I’d break up with her. Literally just as I came to that conclusion, Molly texted me. She said that she was out of ICU and things were looking up for her, she was also heading home (a different city then me) for the summer and wanted to catchup before I left. I was shocked by this text and dropped my phone and it cracked. I had no idea what to do. All the amazing memories with Molly came flooding back. I had already decided that I would break up with Eva, so is it really that bad if I say yes? I felt awful. I told Molly that I’d need a minute to think about that but I appreciated her reaching out. I then took a week to make sure I wanted to break things off with Eva and, a week later, I did it. She was heartbroken. I felt awful. She was amazing to me and I kinda blindsided her. But I knew it was the right thing for me. That night I got plastered with a bunch of buddies and went out to a club. I then texted Molly back and said something stupid like “God I missed you, we should go on a date”. She for some reason said yes. I woke up hungover out of my mind the next morning but happy as ever. We went out on that date a week later, which was 2 days before she’d head home for the summer. It was once again, BEST DATE EVER! We picked off right where we left off and the sparks flew so far we almost burnt the restaurant down. We went back to her place and, once again, had a great night. She said something during that date that haunts me. It was “I wish I never pushed you away, I’ve missed you”. Anyway, it’s a month into summer and Molly and I have been texting every day. It’s non-stop conversations and flirting. We’re texting as if we’re together. I’ve fallen in love with her again and I’m so far away from her. I don’t know what to do. I want to actually start a relationship with her but not over messages. I want to see her, I want to be with her again. I’m in love and I don’t know what to do next. Should I text her how I feel? Or wait 3 more months till I’m back in town and she is too then give it a shot? I’m lost and confused and madly in love. I can’t stop thinking about her. I know she cares about me and possibly is in love with me too but I’m definitely more head over heels.
TLDR: I got back with who’s girl I was kinda “with” and now we’re texting every day and I’m head over heels for her. We’re not dating or anything. Idk if I should tell her or what, I’m going crazy about it.
Thanks for reading, I’d love any advice. Cheers
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I am a young adult who was in a long term relationship for 4 years since I was 16. That relationship ended about a year ago. She was horrible to me at the end (cheating and what not) but the first couple years were a blast. After getting out of that relationship I kinda hopped right into another one. She’s 2 years older and I met her at some random party at university, let’s call her Molly. She’s gorgeous, the exact girl that I would be into on paper. I was instantly attracted to her and we had an amazing night together which ended in a hookup. In the morning, I asked for her snap and she happily grabbed my phone and added herself. About a week later we went on a date. BEST DATE EVER! We could not stop talking and the sparks were flying. I could tell we both felt it because we were both smiling, laughing and poking fun at each other the whole time. Afterwards we had an amazing night together at her place. About a month went on with this kinda routine and it was thrilling. We were both all over each other going on fun dates and getting to know one another. Until she became really distant. At first I shrugged it off but then I started to get worried. She consistently apologized and it seemed genuine every time but I knew something else was up. It was around Christmas time at this point and I went back home to see my family. After the holidays I landed back in my university town and saw a text from Molly. She said she was sick, and that she had been falling behind in school and could hardly get out of bed. She had been going to the hospital consistently and had not been able to find time to see me, let alone explain her situation. I felt so bad for her. I made sure to tell her that I was there for her but she insisted that she couldn’t be able to hold up a relationship while trying to recover. She said “It’s what’s best for you, I can’t be there for you like I want to. Like I should”. I took it with chest and wished her the best, and said “if anything ever changes, I’d love to give us another shot”. At this point I knew I wanted to be in a relationship, I knew I was at the point in my life where I want to share it with someone. Although I wasn’t over Molly I went out dating again. About a month later I met the sweetest girl ever, Let’s call her Eva. She wasn’t someone I’d usually be attracted to but her personality was so kind and infatuating. We moved fast together. Going out for Valentine’s Day, surprising each other with gifts and writing notes. It was so wholesome and genuine. We actually made it official and she was my girlfriend, something I only wish I did with Molly. After two months of being together I decided I’d go home for the summer to be with my family (we were dealing with the loss of a loved one and I thought I’d be there for my siblings). The idea of being back home for 4 months got me thinking. I knew I didn’t want to do long distance with Eva but I did really love her, just not enough. I hadn’t been single since I was 16 and I knew I needed some time to understand myself. So, I decided I’d break up with her. Literally just as I came to that conclusion, Molly texted me. She said that she was out of ICU and things were looking up for her, she was also heading home (a different city then me) for the summer and wanted to catchup before I left. I was shocked by this text and dropped my phone and it cracked. I had no idea what to do. All the amazing memories with Molly came flooding back. I had already decided that I would break up with Eva, so is it really that bad if I say yes? I felt awful. I told Molly that I’d need a minute to think about that but I appreciated her reaching out. I then took a week to make sure I wanted to break things off with Eva and, a week later, I did it. She was heartbroken. I felt awful. She was amazing to me and I kinda blindsided her. But I knew it was the right thing for me. That night I got plastered with a bunch of buddies and went out to a club. I then texted Molly back and said something stupid like “God I missed you, we should go on a date”. She for some reason said yes. I woke up hungover out of my mind the next morning but happy as ever. We went out on that date a week later, which was 2 days before she’d head home for the summer. It was once again, BEST DATE EVER! We picked off right where we left off and the sparks flew so far we almost burnt the restaurant down. We went back to her place and, once again, had a great night. She said something during that date that haunts me. It was “I wish I never pushed you away, I’ve missed you”. Anyway, it’s a month into summer and Molly and I have been texting every day. It’s non-stop conversations and flirting. We’re texting as if we’re together. I’ve fallen in love with her again and I’m so far away from her. I don’t know what to do. I want to actually start a relationship with her but not over messages. I want to see her, I want to be with her again. I’m in love and I don’t know what to do next. Should I text her how I feel? Or wait 3 more months till I’m back in town and she is too then give it a shot? I’m lost and confused and madly in love. I can’t stop thinking about her. I know she cares about me and possibly is in love with me too but I’m definitely more head over heels.
TLDR: I got back with who’s girl I was kinda “with” and now we’re texting every day and I’m head over heels for her. We’re not dating or anything. Idk if I should tell her or what, I’m going crazy about it.
Thanks for reading, I’d love any advice. Cheers
2024.05.16 03:32 SubAna0 I'm afraid I'm overwhelming her with so much love ;-;
Me (14) and my gf (16) are in a LDR. She's the best person ever and my first (and only, I hope) girlfriend ever. Everytime she goes afk I start missing her so much, and text her like 20,000 of messages of how I miss her, how much I love her, how she's the best girlfriend ever, how much I wish we could cuddle and watch movies together (very cheesy, ik). And even when she's online, I always say "I love you" (with our special nicknames UwU) every like, 10 minutes and sometimes we even discuss about who loves who more, nothing serious, lol.
But somtimes I feel like I'm saying it too much. I feel like I'm exaggerating or overwhelming by saying that much of things. How do I know if I'm making her feel loved and cared, or if I'm crossing the line?
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But somtimes I feel like I'm saying it too much. I feel like I'm exaggerating or overwhelming by saying that much of things. How do I know if I'm making her feel loved and cared, or if I'm crossing the line?
2024.05.16 03:31 4ZRA31 21[M4F] #Sweden/Anywhere - Let's try this thing called LDR shall we?
Hi! so i've been single for a bit now. and i have figured out that knowing another person cares is kinda kinda nice, and caring for another person is equally as nice if not more. texting someone good morning, always having someone to text and talk to, being affectionate with eachother are all stuff i miss alot.
A little about me: I'm from sweden, turning 22 this summer. i like to think i'm pretty respectful, nice and i love to solve problems. i have also kinda figured out i like to care for someone else. i work part time while looking for an8ther job right now. and for hobbies i like to game. i play a ton of league, overwatch and valorant at the moment. Whenever i don't do that i listen to music, read, i recently got into warhammer 40k, if you know what that it. I also like to exercise. i take pride kn keeping my body healthy and fit. and would be happy if you did the same.
For looks as i said, i'm pretty fit, tall, i often get called cute which i don't agree with but that's others opinions. Blonde, green eyes and white skin. i like to dress okay, pretty decent anyway. no fasion model but i don't think my style is bad.
i'm honestly on here looking for anymone matching my personality or compliments it. be around my age. i would say between 20 and 25 is a good range.
okay i think that's all. if you wanna stand out in a message why not send a short introduction? chances are i won't get alot of texts so don't be scared to send one away. you have a high chance of getting a response. but "hi" messages doesn't give me alot.
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A little about me: I'm from sweden, turning 22 this summer. i like to think i'm pretty respectful, nice and i love to solve problems. i have also kinda figured out i like to care for someone else. i work part time while looking for an8ther job right now. and for hobbies i like to game. i play a ton of league, overwatch and valorant at the moment. Whenever i don't do that i listen to music, read, i recently got into warhammer 40k, if you know what that it. I also like to exercise. i take pride kn keeping my body healthy and fit. and would be happy if you did the same.
For looks as i said, i'm pretty fit, tall, i often get called cute which i don't agree with but that's others opinions. Blonde, green eyes and white skin. i like to dress okay, pretty decent anyway. no fasion model but i don't think my style is bad.
i'm honestly on here looking for anymone matching my personality or compliments it. be around my age. i would say between 20 and 25 is a good range.
okay i think that's all. if you wanna stand out in a message why not send a short introduction? chances are i won't get alot of texts so don't be scared to send one away. you have a high chance of getting a response. but "hi" messages doesn't give me alot.
2024.05.16 03:30 FickleEye4184 Got this message
This is what they texted me after all that happened.
This is the message i got today, in his mom who is my mil and fil and her (my SIL) defense.
My MIL suggested to kill my unborn planned child, everybody in their family disrespected me. If you guys can, please look at my last thread on this forum. You will know the whole story behind this text. What do you guys think? Here is the message:
Hey xxx, I really tried my best to be friends with you and understand where your coming from but now I have to let you know that I cant believe you are causing so much disruption in my family. You are married in... your not even someone we have to love or get along with. In the beginning You disrespected our ENTIRE family. Who gets married randomly with no type of blessings from my family and then surprises the family with "This is my Wife" You are not even a child.. your a character who doesn't know its place or role in this story called life yet. Your very narcissistic, inconsiderate, and just plain ignorant to do this to a family better yet a child. A woman knows a child is gonna grow up and have questions about his family. So your not gonna be woman enough to answer those questions to leave him guessing... or you will probably lie and tell him how horrible we are when we did absolutely nothing that can cause my brother and baby to be separated from us for ever. We love him and wanna be able to have him grow up with us, You need to get your life together not for you but for the baby. Again We care for him and we love him, our issues have nothing to do with baby, for us not to see him, get to help raise him, introduce him as he is growing up to his only aunt and grandma and grandpa around is so childish. There is no reason what so ever for this behaviour, he is just a child who needs to be loved and cherished by his family who wish him nothing but the best. So im gonna leave you with a choice. Do you want to be a woman and give my nephew the opportunity to be loved by the entire family. Or be a child and think its all about you and keep him and my brother completely away from us. Knowing in the end baby is gonna have questions, so the choice is yours. Once again our issues have nothing to do with him. If you can be okay with that type of life, its going to be really hard for the both of yall.
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This is the message i got today, in his mom who is my mil and fil and her (my SIL) defense.
My MIL suggested to kill my unborn planned child, everybody in their family disrespected me. If you guys can, please look at my last thread on this forum. You will know the whole story behind this text. What do you guys think? Here is the message:
Hey xxx, I really tried my best to be friends with you and understand where your coming from but now I have to let you know that I cant believe you are causing so much disruption in my family. You are married in... your not even someone we have to love or get along with. In the beginning You disrespected our ENTIRE family. Who gets married randomly with no type of blessings from my family and then surprises the family with "This is my Wife" You are not even a child.. your a character who doesn't know its place or role in this story called life yet. Your very narcissistic, inconsiderate, and just plain ignorant to do this to a family better yet a child. A woman knows a child is gonna grow up and have questions about his family. So your not gonna be woman enough to answer those questions to leave him guessing... or you will probably lie and tell him how horrible we are when we did absolutely nothing that can cause my brother and baby to be separated from us for ever. We love him and wanna be able to have him grow up with us, You need to get your life together not for you but for the baby. Again We care for him and we love him, our issues have nothing to do with baby, for us not to see him, get to help raise him, introduce him as he is growing up to his only aunt and grandma and grandpa around is so childish. There is no reason what so ever for this behaviour, he is just a child who needs to be loved and cherished by his family who wish him nothing but the best. So im gonna leave you with a choice. Do you want to be a woman and give my nephew the opportunity to be loved by the entire family. Or be a child and think its all about you and keep him and my brother completely away from us. Knowing in the end baby is gonna have questions, so the choice is yours. Once again our issues have nothing to do with him. If you can be okay with that type of life, its going to be really hard for the both of yall.
2024.05.16 03:24 khiturbo2 Seeking Advice: Dealing with a Co-worker's Online Harassment Scheme
I'm in a tough spot and could really use some advice on how to handle a situation at work. There's this guy, let's call him X, who's been engaging in some seriously malicious behavior online. Here's the gist of it:
X has created around 50 fake women/aunty Facebook accounts, all with thousands of people added. On a regular basis, he posts stories and messages in Facebook and Messenger groups targeting individuals, particularly those in second marriage and gay groups. He then shares their phone numbers, inviting others to harass them with unsolicited explicit messages and calls.
What's truly horrifying is the aftermath of his actions. Once he posts someone's number, that person becomes inundated with hundreds of messages and calls, non-stop. It gets to the point where they're forced to shut down their SIM card and remove WhatsApp from their phone just to escape the relentless barrage.
I recently discovered the extent of his operation when he casually revealed it to me, even going so far as to jokingly boast about doing it for two years. He also claims that he has already destroyed at least 300 people, including classmates and teachers. What's worse, he's even targeted me by posting my number.
I'm at a loss for what to do. I know confronting him directly is risky since he's threatened to do the same to me if I speak out. But I can't let this continue unchecked, especially considering the distress it's causing to those targeted.
How can I report this behavior? Should I reach out to the police or seek assistance from cyber security experts? I don't really know anything about what can be done legally to shut him down once and for all. Any advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance.
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X has created around 50 fake women/aunty Facebook accounts, all with thousands of people added. On a regular basis, he posts stories and messages in Facebook and Messenger groups targeting individuals, particularly those in second marriage and gay groups. He then shares their phone numbers, inviting others to harass them with unsolicited explicit messages and calls.
What's truly horrifying is the aftermath of his actions. Once he posts someone's number, that person becomes inundated with hundreds of messages and calls, non-stop. It gets to the point where they're forced to shut down their SIM card and remove WhatsApp from their phone just to escape the relentless barrage.
I recently discovered the extent of his operation when he casually revealed it to me, even going so far as to jokingly boast about doing it for two years. He also claims that he has already destroyed at least 300 people, including classmates and teachers. What's worse, he's even targeted me by posting my number.
I'm at a loss for what to do. I know confronting him directly is risky since he's threatened to do the same to me if I speak out. But I can't let this continue unchecked, especially considering the distress it's causing to those targeted.
How can I report this behavior? Should I reach out to the police or seek assistance from cyber security experts? I don't really know anything about what can be done legally to shut him down once and for all. Any advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance.
2024.05.16 03:19 FickleEye4184 My sister in law just texted me this.
This is what they texted me after all that happened.
This is the message i got today, from his sister, in her mom who is my mil and fil and her defense.
My MIL suggested to kill my unborn planned child, everybody in their family disrespected me. If you guys can, please look at my last thread on this forum. You will know the whole story behind this text. What do you guys think? Here is the message:
Hey xxx, I really tried my best to be friends with you and understand where your coming from but now I have to let you know that I cant believe you are causing so much disruption in my family. You are married in... your not even someone we have to love or get along with. In the beginning You disrespected our ENTIRE family. Who gets married randomly with no type of blessings from my family and then surprises the family with "This is my Wife" You are not even a child.. your a character who doesn't know its place or role in this story called life yet. Your very narcissistic, inconsiderate, and just plain ignorant to do this to a family better yet a child. A woman knows a child is gonna grow up and have questions about his family. So your not gonna be woman enough to answer those questions to leave him guessing... or you will probably lie and tell him how horrible we are when we did absolutely nothing that can cause my brother and baby to be separated from us for ever. We love him and wanna be able to have him grow up with us, You need to get your life together not for you but for the baby. Again We care for him and we love him, our issues have nothing to do with baby, for us not to see him, get to help raise him, introduce him as he is growing up to his only aunt and grandma and grandpa around is so childish. There is no reason what so ever for this behaviour, he is just a child who needs to be loved and cherished by his family who wish him nothing but the best. So im gonna leave you with a choice. Do you want to be a woman and give my nephew the opportunity to be loved by the entire family. Or be a child and think its all about you and keep him and my brother completely away from us. Knowing in the end baby is gonna have questions, so the choice is yours. Once again our issues have nothing to do with him. If you can be okay with that type of life, its going to be really hard for the both of yall.
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This is the message i got today, from his sister, in her mom who is my mil and fil and her defense.
My MIL suggested to kill my unborn planned child, everybody in their family disrespected me. If you guys can, please look at my last thread on this forum. You will know the whole story behind this text. What do you guys think? Here is the message:
Hey xxx, I really tried my best to be friends with you and understand where your coming from but now I have to let you know that I cant believe you are causing so much disruption in my family. You are married in... your not even someone we have to love or get along with. In the beginning You disrespected our ENTIRE family. Who gets married randomly with no type of blessings from my family and then surprises the family with "This is my Wife" You are not even a child.. your a character who doesn't know its place or role in this story called life yet. Your very narcissistic, inconsiderate, and just plain ignorant to do this to a family better yet a child. A woman knows a child is gonna grow up and have questions about his family. So your not gonna be woman enough to answer those questions to leave him guessing... or you will probably lie and tell him how horrible we are when we did absolutely nothing that can cause my brother and baby to be separated from us for ever. We love him and wanna be able to have him grow up with us, You need to get your life together not for you but for the baby. Again We care for him and we love him, our issues have nothing to do with baby, for us not to see him, get to help raise him, introduce him as he is growing up to his only aunt and grandma and grandpa around is so childish. There is no reason what so ever for this behaviour, he is just a child who needs to be loved and cherished by his family who wish him nothing but the best. So im gonna leave you with a choice. Do you want to be a woman and give my nephew the opportunity to be loved by the entire family. Or be a child and think its all about you and keep him and my brother completely away from us. Knowing in the end baby is gonna have questions, so the choice is yours. Once again our issues have nothing to do with him. If you can be okay with that type of life, its going to be really hard for the both of yall.
2024.05.16 03:17 littlelordboy I made an AI to get dates for men on Instagram. AMA.
Before the judgment comes in, I'd like to provide some context on who I am.
I graduated from MIT as a nerdy guy who'd never been on a date, and I started working at Google full time as a software engineer, where I was quickly promoted to doing machine learning for Search. Later I moved to DeepMind in London. There I met a guy who had a similar story to me, and coincidentally two years later we found ourselves as colleagues at Bumble.
At Bumble, we were horrified. The entire business model for dating apps is the same as that for frat parties. Girls get in for free, guys have to pay. This model is inherently disadvantageous formen, as they have to rely on men paying to get an advantage over "other normal users". At bumble we called these two categories "Sheep" and "Rams". Essentially, for dating companies, men are cash-cows.
We worked for 5 months at Bumble until we decided to quit and do something about this.
Creating another dating app wasn't feasible, as Match Group – among other companies – has a near monopoly through owning Tinder, Hinge, and OkCupid – hence the market is already saturated.
Instead, we decided to leverage an already existing platform – a platform most people already use and love, and whether you know it or not, you've used it for dating purposes too; Instagram.
Eventually we created Instadate AI, an advanced AI bot that learns your type of person, and then searches, engages, and messages them in order to schedule a date, where it then notifies you – and all you have to do is show up to the date. We've poured our hearts into this project, and we've utilized cutting edge technologies that we've worked on at our previous companies.
Ultimately, the online dating world is broken, and this is our way of balancing the scale as much as we can, so that men can live happier lives full of opportunities to date women they like.
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I graduated from MIT as a nerdy guy who'd never been on a date, and I started working at Google full time as a software engineer, where I was quickly promoted to doing machine learning for Search. Later I moved to DeepMind in London. There I met a guy who had a similar story to me, and coincidentally two years later we found ourselves as colleagues at Bumble.
At Bumble, we were horrified. The entire business model for dating apps is the same as that for frat parties. Girls get in for free, guys have to pay. This model is inherently disadvantageous formen, as they have to rely on men paying to get an advantage over "other normal users". At bumble we called these two categories "Sheep" and "Rams". Essentially, for dating companies, men are cash-cows.
We worked for 5 months at Bumble until we decided to quit and do something about this.
Creating another dating app wasn't feasible, as Match Group – among other companies – has a near monopoly through owning Tinder, Hinge, and OkCupid – hence the market is already saturated.
Instead, we decided to leverage an already existing platform – a platform most people already use and love, and whether you know it or not, you've used it for dating purposes too; Instagram.
Eventually we created Instadate AI, an advanced AI bot that learns your type of person, and then searches, engages, and messages them in order to schedule a date, where it then notifies you – and all you have to do is show up to the date. We've poured our hearts into this project, and we've utilized cutting edge technologies that we've worked on at our previous companies.
Ultimately, the online dating world is broken, and this is our way of balancing the scale as much as we can, so that men can live happier lives full of opportunities to date women they like.
2024.05.16 03:17 reddit_user_hpc Hard time sending a text to in-laws
It’s been over a yr now that I do not reach out to my in-laws unless I absolutely have to. I’m the past my husband would either get mad at me for being to friendly with them when I’d receive messages from them or if I know info before he did. He’d say “oh y’all are best friends now?” “Why did they send that to you and not me?” Or get mad at me for not being close to them saying “you don’t like my family” There are other reasons i distanced myself from them as well. Nights that doesn’t come home he’s sometimes with them getting drunk or at strip clubs and I’m left in the dark and made to look bad for asking if they’ve heard from him when he’s MIA he drunk calls them when he’s in a binge and says awful things about me etc. one of them has even told me she doesn’t have to tell me her bother’s whereabouts. That’s not her job. So I just stopped communicating with them.
So my child has a recital coming up and thinking of informing them makes me anxious. I told him to invite them if he’d like. And he says “you tell them” which makes my heart race. I asked why he didn’t want to and he said “that’s the woman’s job” cause the man is busy working?! He hasn’t worked in over a week. Anyhow I said he should because if there is any miscommunication or they ignore my text I don’t want to be at the receiving end of his crap. He said ok I’ll text them. Then began asking me for times etc.. I tried to explain and he says see THATS WHY I don’t want to do this! Got so frustrated as he plugged back into his video game. I left the room.
He already came and apologized but makes no difference to me. TBH I don’t care to invite them. They never tried being present in my child’s lives. But if I only invite my family he’s capable of throwing a fit. It’s so complicated I hate this.
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So my child has a recital coming up and thinking of informing them makes me anxious. I told him to invite them if he’d like. And he says “you tell them” which makes my heart race. I asked why he didn’t want to and he said “that’s the woman’s job” cause the man is busy working?! He hasn’t worked in over a week. Anyhow I said he should because if there is any miscommunication or they ignore my text I don’t want to be at the receiving end of his crap. He said ok I’ll text them. Then began asking me for times etc.. I tried to explain and he says see THATS WHY I don’t want to do this! Got so frustrated as he plugged back into his video game. I left the room.
He already came and apologized but makes no difference to me. TBH I don’t care to invite them. They never tried being present in my child’s lives. But if I only invite my family he’s capable of throwing a fit. It’s so complicated I hate this.
2024.05.16 03:16 Little_BallOfAnxiety Why are Brokers so Dumb?
I get that they're worried about the load and that's how they get paid. I get how there are a lot of shady trucking companies and lazy drivers. What I don't get is how almost every broker I have dealt with seems more set on harassing me than actually working with me to make sure the load gets delivered.
My company gives me a load and right away I get a text from the broker asking me to download spyware so they can track their load. OK, cool, I get it. I download their app, allow them to track me and update them on the app. However, even though they can see exactly where I am, they feel the need to text and call me.
The first call I get they ask "hey, have they loaded you yet" even though you can see that I'm not even at the shipper yet on your stupid app I had to download for the specific purpose of you not having to make this phone call....
Later on, I'm loaded and on my way to deliver it. I have 4 missed calls ranging from 11:00pm to 5:00am which I assume were to just ask me questions they already had the answer to. I get another call and they ask me for an update. I tell them I'll be there at the appointment time. They ask me when the appointment is. THEY ARE THE ONE'S THAT SET THE APPOINTMENT. 15 minutes later the exact same person calls me (I recognize their voice from the last call) asking me the same thing.
I just don't understand the logic behind any of it. Don't you have other loads you need to be getting booked? Cold calls you need to be making? Why are you forcing me to download apps and sending me text messages if you're still going to call me at all hours of the day?
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My company gives me a load and right away I get a text from the broker asking me to download spyware so they can track their load. OK, cool, I get it. I download their app, allow them to track me and update them on the app. However, even though they can see exactly where I am, they feel the need to text and call me.
The first call I get they ask "hey, have they loaded you yet" even though you can see that I'm not even at the shipper yet on your stupid app I had to download for the specific purpose of you not having to make this phone call....
Later on, I'm loaded and on my way to deliver it. I have 4 missed calls ranging from 11:00pm to 5:00am which I assume were to just ask me questions they already had the answer to. I get another call and they ask me for an update. I tell them I'll be there at the appointment time. They ask me when the appointment is. THEY ARE THE ONE'S THAT SET THE APPOINTMENT. 15 minutes later the exact same person calls me (I recognize their voice from the last call) asking me the same thing.
I just don't understand the logic behind any of it. Don't you have other loads you need to be getting booked? Cold calls you need to be making? Why are you forcing me to download apps and sending me text messages if you're still going to call me at all hours of the day?
2024.05.16 03:16 wantthatbaggg My guy friend keeps bragging about girls hitting on him cause he M-19 likes me F-20?
My guy friend whenever he gets the chance shows me texts of girls that either hit on him or he hit on and their conversations going well. Sometimes he’d send me a ss of some girls message he hasn’t opened in weeks and how hot she is and hes like “do i have a chance? What do u think?” It feels like hes testing me and idk if i am delusional to think this.
I thought he liked me at one point and we are a little too friendly with each other maybe because we just connect.We would call for hours and share deep things and he would tell me all his family drama and things. He even said a few times how i would have no problem dating and that i am good looking and stuff during random deep conversations dont ask me how.
And sometimes I would think wow, maybe I am not delusional and he does like me but then he would completely shut down and be really mean.
Do you guys think he genuinely likes me? Or is he just a player type?
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I thought he liked me at one point and we are a little too friendly with each other maybe because we just connect.We would call for hours and share deep things and he would tell me all his family drama and things. He even said a few times how i would have no problem dating and that i am good looking and stuff during random deep conversations dont ask me how.
And sometimes I would think wow, maybe I am not delusional and he does like me but then he would completely shut down and be really mean.
Do you guys think he genuinely likes me? Or is he just a player type?
2024.05.16 03:13 Authorrlee AITA for going full No Contact with my sister the same week as our grandmother’s funeral?
(I am SO sorry for the needed lengthy) Back Story & Context Leading To My Decision:
I (33F) have 1 sibling, “Sam” (36F). Although we share the same parents, our childhood & the way we were treated was incredibly different. Mainly because Sam had always been favored & treated far better than me. A fact that Sam refuses to acknowledge to this day.
Before & after my parents got married, it was agreed upon that they would not have children, until one day my mother “Susan” (66F) came up with the bright idea that if she gave her parents (“Norma & Gene”) a grand-baby they would finally love her. She went off the pill without telling my father, got pregnant, then had Sam. To no one’s surprise, Susan hated being a mom. So she would ship Sam across the country to Norma & Gene’s constantly, so much so, they saw her as THEIR child. And they showered her with love that Susan never even got a taste of. This led to Susan being aggressively jealous & resentful of her child.
Years later, my dad was tricked again into having me to “save their marriage.” They divorced when I was 3. All Sam ever knew from Susan was neglect, emotional & mental abuse from Susan, which only became worse when she could use “favoring” me as another way to hurt Sam. This was NOT a secret in my family, resulting in maltreatment towards me (either subconsciously or intentionally).
Abuse toward Sam turned physical. My father was given full custody of her when I was 8, and I was left with Susan for the next 2 years until she decided she wanted to move to San Francisco because she “deserved” a more glamorous life. I do not remember the years living with Susan, but recently one of my closest friends (of 25 years) said to me I practically lived at her house & she barely interacted with Susan throughout the entirety of our friendship.
To make up for Susan being an awful parent, Norma & Gene would dote on Sam & shell out a lot of $$$ to give her a very nice life (let me know if you want me to give a list of examples in an update), compare this to me when I barley received a kind word. They offered me money ONCE in my early 20’s to pay off my credit card debt I accrued in college as I had to pay all my own bills while working full time (I have been working since I was 15) and going to school full time. I am the only one in the family who worked in college, yet I am still the only one to graduate with honors. I accepted with the condition it would come out of my “inheritance.” I have never asked or been offered money since. I have paid for ALL my own bills since I left home @ 18 years old.
Despite the obvious disparities and constant hurt they put me through, I was an active member of the family who mainly kept her mouth shut. I attended family events unless I could not afford to go, I sent holiday gifts, called between 1-2x per month for an 1 hour+ phone call in which I most often bit my tongue unless it was to defend Sam as Norma did not agree with her parenting.
Something to note, in May 2021 my father had an accident that would lead to his passing in December 2021. The disagreements & Sam’s nastiness toward me after the accident and then his death further strained our relationship.
Fast forward to March 2023. An explosive incident at Susan’s home in front of me she screamed at my sister to the point of Sam sobbing in ear shot of her 3 young kids, husband, and my step father resulted in me cutting ties with Susan for good. To be fair, she screamed in my face “I don’t want a relationship with you” with Sam as a witness. I made the family aware of my decision, and everyone, including Norma agreed to respect my decision.
By August 2023, my physical health that had been on a rapid decline since 2019 including 18 out of 23 (78%) of my spinal discs deteriorating without a known cause had become unbearable to manage + time I had to take off because of migraines & doctor’s appointments, I had to quit my corporate desk job. I had enough money saved to tide me over for some time, but as any US adult in their 20’s & 30’s know, it’s been rough the past few years, add in physical disabilities & limited mobility + regular migraines, I was running low on money & needed help. So at the end of December, at the encouragement & insistence of my aunt Elizabeth (Susan’s sister) who I had become quite close with over the past few years, I went to Norma & Gene to ask for a LOAN. They had donated $25,000 to Sam’s place of worship on her behalf a few months prior, offered to buy Sam & her husband a house the year prior, paid for Elizabeth’s bills & expensive lifestyle for the last year when she was soul searching on what line of work she wanted to do next, this was after putting a down payment on Elizabeth’s new $470,000 condo + $70,000 of renovations it needed, not to mention the literal hundreds of thousands of dollars that they have given Susan over the years just to pay off her credit card debt (none of which is coming out of their inheritance might I add) she assured me they would absolutely loan their granddaughter with serious health issues money. Elizabeth would talk to them personally about it, just to seal the deal while Sam would help me find cheaper alternatives to my current necessities such as Medicaid.
I make the request, and to my surprise they are more than happy to help me with a loan. But one week later & their phone calls with Susan, they say by email they “love me but cannot continue to financially support my poor decisions.” I call Elizabeth who says, it was not in her best interest to talk to them about helping me as I am “worthless to this family and society while being disabled.” Then adds that she will not let her “mental health deteriorate just to emotionally support me.” I then immediately reach out to Sam who does not even have the guts to talk by phone only text, and says she called Susan to explain my circumstance but “wasn’t going to argue or pick a fight” to help me and that she is sorry that that she “can't show up for me the way I want her to because she needs to maintain her own mental health, relationships and boundaries.” She also threw in that I have “made up this narrative in my head” that they treat her & I different, that she is treated better.
That day I fully cut contact with Norma, Gene, and Elizabeth. I told them they will not be hearing from me again, and I will not be attending theirs or Susan’s funeral. And I stopped speaking with Sam for the time being. Ironically, what led us to speaking was last month (April 20224) I had begun working on an article about going No Contact with family members. I asked if I could discuss her childhood abuse in a few sentences as part of the article. She agreed and offered to give me quotes. I accepted then interviewed her. From there we began rebuilding our relationship.
Then last Wednesday, (May 8), Norma passes. I do not attend the funeral that happened on Friday, May 10. My two cousins who I have become very close with in the last 6 months understood why, and supported my decision. But even though I did not go, I continually checked in with them & Sam to ensure they were okay. Not once from Wednesday to yesterday (Tuesday) did Sam reply to a single message. As I am concerned about this, I reached out yesterday morning. She replied in the afternoon. I was incredibly hurt by her very lengthy message. Here are 2 excerpts that led me to full NC.
I work very hard to stay positive as it’s just me to lean on. When there is something eating at me emotionally, it will drain my energy & have me spiral until it is resolved. I did not want to waste another week feeling hurt. But with that said, AITA for cutting ties at this time & not waiting?
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I (33F) have 1 sibling, “Sam” (36F). Although we share the same parents, our childhood & the way we were treated was incredibly different. Mainly because Sam had always been favored & treated far better than me. A fact that Sam refuses to acknowledge to this day.
Before & after my parents got married, it was agreed upon that they would not have children, until one day my mother “Susan” (66F) came up with the bright idea that if she gave her parents (“Norma & Gene”) a grand-baby they would finally love her. She went off the pill without telling my father, got pregnant, then had Sam. To no one’s surprise, Susan hated being a mom. So she would ship Sam across the country to Norma & Gene’s constantly, so much so, they saw her as THEIR child. And they showered her with love that Susan never even got a taste of. This led to Susan being aggressively jealous & resentful of her child.
Years later, my dad was tricked again into having me to “save their marriage.” They divorced when I was 3. All Sam ever knew from Susan was neglect, emotional & mental abuse from Susan, which only became worse when she could use “favoring” me as another way to hurt Sam. This was NOT a secret in my family, resulting in maltreatment towards me (either subconsciously or intentionally).
Abuse toward Sam turned physical. My father was given full custody of her when I was 8, and I was left with Susan for the next 2 years until she decided she wanted to move to San Francisco because she “deserved” a more glamorous life. I do not remember the years living with Susan, but recently one of my closest friends (of 25 years) said to me I practically lived at her house & she barely interacted with Susan throughout the entirety of our friendship.
To make up for Susan being an awful parent, Norma & Gene would dote on Sam & shell out a lot of $$$ to give her a very nice life (let me know if you want me to give a list of examples in an update), compare this to me when I barley received a kind word. They offered me money ONCE in my early 20’s to pay off my credit card debt I accrued in college as I had to pay all my own bills while working full time (I have been working since I was 15) and going to school full time. I am the only one in the family who worked in college, yet I am still the only one to graduate with honors. I accepted with the condition it would come out of my “inheritance.” I have never asked or been offered money since. I have paid for ALL my own bills since I left home @ 18 years old.
Despite the obvious disparities and constant hurt they put me through, I was an active member of the family who mainly kept her mouth shut. I attended family events unless I could not afford to go, I sent holiday gifts, called between 1-2x per month for an 1 hour+ phone call in which I most often bit my tongue unless it was to defend Sam as Norma did not agree with her parenting.
Something to note, in May 2021 my father had an accident that would lead to his passing in December 2021. The disagreements & Sam’s nastiness toward me after the accident and then his death further strained our relationship.
Fast forward to March 2023. An explosive incident at Susan’s home in front of me she screamed at my sister to the point of Sam sobbing in ear shot of her 3 young kids, husband, and my step father resulted in me cutting ties with Susan for good. To be fair, she screamed in my face “I don’t want a relationship with you” with Sam as a witness. I made the family aware of my decision, and everyone, including Norma agreed to respect my decision.
By August 2023, my physical health that had been on a rapid decline since 2019 including 18 out of 23 (78%) of my spinal discs deteriorating without a known cause had become unbearable to manage + time I had to take off because of migraines & doctor’s appointments, I had to quit my corporate desk job. I had enough money saved to tide me over for some time, but as any US adult in their 20’s & 30’s know, it’s been rough the past few years, add in physical disabilities & limited mobility + regular migraines, I was running low on money & needed help. So at the end of December, at the encouragement & insistence of my aunt Elizabeth (Susan’s sister) who I had become quite close with over the past few years, I went to Norma & Gene to ask for a LOAN. They had donated $25,000 to Sam’s place of worship on her behalf a few months prior, offered to buy Sam & her husband a house the year prior, paid for Elizabeth’s bills & expensive lifestyle for the last year when she was soul searching on what line of work she wanted to do next, this was after putting a down payment on Elizabeth’s new $470,000 condo + $70,000 of renovations it needed, not to mention the literal hundreds of thousands of dollars that they have given Susan over the years just to pay off her credit card debt (none of which is coming out of their inheritance might I add) she assured me they would absolutely loan their granddaughter with serious health issues money. Elizabeth would talk to them personally about it, just to seal the deal while Sam would help me find cheaper alternatives to my current necessities such as Medicaid.
I make the request, and to my surprise they are more than happy to help me with a loan. But one week later & their phone calls with Susan, they say by email they “love me but cannot continue to financially support my poor decisions.” I call Elizabeth who says, it was not in her best interest to talk to them about helping me as I am “worthless to this family and society while being disabled.” Then adds that she will not let her “mental health deteriorate just to emotionally support me.” I then immediately reach out to Sam who does not even have the guts to talk by phone only text, and says she called Susan to explain my circumstance but “wasn’t going to argue or pick a fight” to help me and that she is sorry that that she “can't show up for me the way I want her to because she needs to maintain her own mental health, relationships and boundaries.” She also threw in that I have “made up this narrative in my head” that they treat her & I different, that she is treated better.
That day I fully cut contact with Norma, Gene, and Elizabeth. I told them they will not be hearing from me again, and I will not be attending theirs or Susan’s funeral. And I stopped speaking with Sam for the time being. Ironically, what led us to speaking was last month (April 20224) I had begun working on an article about going No Contact with family members. I asked if I could discuss her childhood abuse in a few sentences as part of the article. She agreed and offered to give me quotes. I accepted then interviewed her. From there we began rebuilding our relationship.
Then last Wednesday, (May 8), Norma passes. I do not attend the funeral that happened on Friday, May 10. My two cousins who I have become very close with in the last 6 months understood why, and supported my decision. But even though I did not go, I continually checked in with them & Sam to ensure they were okay. Not once from Wednesday to yesterday (Tuesday) did Sam reply to a single message. As I am concerned about this, I reached out yesterday morning. She replied in the afternoon. I was incredibly hurt by her very lengthy message. Here are 2 excerpts that led me to full NC.
- “Your perspective on the situation was clear, you werent coming to be with the family and you arent grieving [Norma’s] death at least in the conventional sense. I had to be the one to answer from most of the family why you werent there, it was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable for me.”
- “Since late January/Early February things have already been really strained between us. I know that most that comes from my point of view and actions were really hurtful to you. I hate that I hurt you and Its been difficult for me to reconcile that I can't show up for you the way you want me to while also maintaining my own mental health, relationships and boundaries.”
I work very hard to stay positive as it’s just me to lean on. When there is something eating at me emotionally, it will drain my energy & have me spiral until it is resolved. I did not want to waste another week feeling hurt. But with that said, AITA for cutting ties at this time & not waiting?
2024.05.16 03:12 Jazzlike_Cook4603 Aiw if I called out my grandparents for controlling
I'm a 16-year-old girl who lives with her grandparents( Mid-sixties). All of my contacts have to be approved by them. They can read my text messages. On their phone and if I delete a text message it instantly gets sent to them. My location has to be on And after a certain amount of time, they get a notification saying I'm not wear am supposed to be. All apps have to be approved of. (The only reason I got readit was because I just told my grandmother that I was gonna be looking at memes). I cannot make phone call without them getting approved. All social media have to be privated. I only have Snapchat and YouTube. I cannot Google anything. I also can't delete any pictures. And any pictures I delete instantly goes to them. If I wanna go out They have to be with me. If I wanna go to a friend's house. They have my location and they must meet their parents at least twice. Those are the times I'm really allowed to go out. 1 time I was at friends house and We walked to the gas station by her house. When I came home to my grandparents. My grandmother search me. She didn't find anything but I still got my ass beat with a belt. I can't choose what I wear. Every single piece of clothing was approved by them before I even wore it. I slap if I look at them the wrong way.
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2024.05.16 03:11 AliceWormer Are my friends being disrespectful? Or is it me?
I have a very small circle of friends. I’d say it’s not even a circle, just two people, two sisters. We’ve been friends for almost 15 years now (since elementary school) and we are three different people with slight similarities.
I’m going through a big life change and for several months now we were trying to get together and play board games with couple of their other friends. I’ve been excited for this but due to our lifestyles it’s hard to get everyone together.
One of the girls has a 1y.o. infant so most of the planning is based from her schedule. Which is understandable for me. And I can’t hangout at night anymore. It’s breathtaking important to me. I can’t live this life normally if I don’t get good sleep before midnight and my body has to wake up at 6-7am to feel good and productive.
I’ve been telling them that I don’t mind the baby and I really don’t care about baby crying and her getting distracted with him. I babysat my brother and sister when they were the same age as her son so it’s really an issue only for her. She could even use some help!
Couple of days ago we brought up this event for planning again. I didn’t pay attention much to her audio messages because they change their plans all the time so I was waiting for some specific information. The next day I had a huge cleaning planned at home and usually keep my phone on silent so no one disturbs my music. They’ve been trying to call me and when I got back with them after I was done apparently they already had a party going on for a half an hour.
I got pissed because I was waiting for at least a time for a party and all I got was “during the day tomorrow or the day after”. I can’t sit around all day and wonder either. So I made plans. And they got upset with me for not coming. The other friend said “I called you as soon as I woke up (2pm) but you didn’t pick up, other girls did and they’re here. If you were really interested you’d be here too.”
I thought about it. The friend that said that I considered my best friend for 15 years. She has her own lifestyle that I don’t want to spend time to describe. I have a thing with her where I can only see her once in a while because each time I call her to do something I consider fun she doesn’t want to go for whatever reasons. But she expects me to have a night out with her every other day. I go out with her sometimes because she’s still that coocoo golden princess I remember climbing trees with. She doesn’t allow herself to find fun in these things anymore.
And this I think what makes me question my friendship with these people. I love them but it hurts me. In the past three years I lost a lot of friends. They were mostly college and high school friends, I didn’t know them that long so it wasn’t hurtful.
At this point if these last people are being disrespectful to me does this mean I can’t choose friends? And my whole life was a play of me trying to fit in? These thoughts are painful.
If you read this big text till the end I would like to know your opinion. I need other perspectives. Thank you.
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I’m going through a big life change and for several months now we were trying to get together and play board games with couple of their other friends. I’ve been excited for this but due to our lifestyles it’s hard to get everyone together.
One of the girls has a 1y.o. infant so most of the planning is based from her schedule. Which is understandable for me. And I can’t hangout at night anymore. It’s breathtaking important to me. I can’t live this life normally if I don’t get good sleep before midnight and my body has to wake up at 6-7am to feel good and productive.
I’ve been telling them that I don’t mind the baby and I really don’t care about baby crying and her getting distracted with him. I babysat my brother and sister when they were the same age as her son so it’s really an issue only for her. She could even use some help!
Couple of days ago we brought up this event for planning again. I didn’t pay attention much to her audio messages because they change their plans all the time so I was waiting for some specific information. The next day I had a huge cleaning planned at home and usually keep my phone on silent so no one disturbs my music. They’ve been trying to call me and when I got back with them after I was done apparently they already had a party going on for a half an hour.
I got pissed because I was waiting for at least a time for a party and all I got was “during the day tomorrow or the day after”. I can’t sit around all day and wonder either. So I made plans. And they got upset with me for not coming. The other friend said “I called you as soon as I woke up (2pm) but you didn’t pick up, other girls did and they’re here. If you were really interested you’d be here too.”
I thought about it. The friend that said that I considered my best friend for 15 years. She has her own lifestyle that I don’t want to spend time to describe. I have a thing with her where I can only see her once in a while because each time I call her to do something I consider fun she doesn’t want to go for whatever reasons. But she expects me to have a night out with her every other day. I go out with her sometimes because she’s still that coocoo golden princess I remember climbing trees with. She doesn’t allow herself to find fun in these things anymore.
And this I think what makes me question my friendship with these people. I love them but it hurts me. In the past three years I lost a lot of friends. They were mostly college and high school friends, I didn’t know them that long so it wasn’t hurtful.
At this point if these last people are being disrespectful to me does this mean I can’t choose friends? And my whole life was a play of me trying to fit in? These thoughts are painful.
If you read this big text till the end I would like to know your opinion. I need other perspectives. Thank you.
2024.05.16 03:05 throwaway9000000000w I bullied someone until their breaking point
ADVICE/QUESTIONS/CRITISM WANTED AND ENCOURAGED
I apologize for the bad writing and spelling errors in advance. I'm trying to write this quickly. Even if I have come to terms with it, I don't want to think about it for too long.
I, 22F, was not the best person in high school. In my sophomore and freshman year, I had a more refined 'sub-group' of friends. They were never my first choice, but I was their first choice. I didn't feel bad, however I now do. I would constantly choose my 'better' group of friends over them. However, I was still well-liked in the group. Spending time with them was fun, and I was relatively nice. Except to this one girl, who I will call 'Emma'.
Emma wasn't exactly conventionally attractive. She had decent features, but it didn't come together well at all. Her hair looked bad, and her style wasn't the prettiest. So, she was subject to getting made fun of. We all made fun of each other in the group, but even I could admit we were a bit ruthless when it came to Emma. Here is a list of some of the things we did:
Dump out her backpack when she did homework
Make fun of her love life
Poke her in the stomach
Take really bad pictures of her and post them online
Pretend the ground was shaking when she would walk by
Laugh at her when she ate
Push her when she was walking next to one of us (so another one of us could sit there)
Take her things (snacks, pens, homework assignments)
I know, it is bad. We did other things, but not things I am particularly proud of or want to share. Now, she would generally laugh along. However, towards late freshman and early sophmore year, she didn't laugh as much at our jokes. She would chuckle, but not like she laughed earlier. One friend in the group noticed she stopped bringing food to school, which could also be because of us. However, this didn't make us stop. If anything, it made it worse. Once, I had made the decision to host a hang-out at the skating rink. However, I decided not to invite Emma. I don't really even have a reason. But, sometime before the event, she found out. She said she didn't care, and that she didn't have any roller skates anyways. Looking back, she most likely did care.
In the last semester of sophomore year, Emma stopped doing almost anything. She wouldn't eat, barely drank, stopped doing schoolwork, stopped talking, and eventually stopped going to class. When we asked her about it, she just told us she was tired with the newfound stress the year gave her. We bought it. I remember exactly what I did after. It feels like I will never forget it, because it set off a spiral. About ten minutes after our conversation, the topic turned to Emma again. She had her head down, but started listening a few minutes after we started talking about her. I got up (we were sitting in the library, so we were all on the ground) and walked over to her. She smiled and started to say something, and before she could finish her sentence I bent down, lifted up her shirt slightly, and jiggled her stomach in front of everyone. We weren't the only ones in the room, mind you. Somewhere near ten or twenty people laughed. I dropped her shirt and pinched her cheeks. I told her something about eating a salad, and she shot me one of the most dejected glances I have ever seen. She muttered something about actually really liking salads, and I made yet another joke about how that couldn't possibly be true. I then told her, word for word, 'Next time you think about eating another chocolate bar, maybe try chewing some gum.' I remember being a bit upset that not as many people laughed, only a few people in our friend group. Emma nodded and went back to whatever she was doing.
Everything I described earlier, the not eating, drinking, etc., got much worse after that. She would go days without saying a word unless prompted, and yet we continued to make fun of her. No one was nearly as bad as me, though. A few weeks after this continuous behavior, we were once again in the library. We were passing a bag of chips along the library and had skipped over her. One person, 'Jess', the person who was probably the nicest to her, offered her some, but she said no. She closed her book and told us something about closing her eyes. She had been dozing on and off recently, so no one really minded. However, after an hour (and the bell had rung), Jess went to wake her up.
We were all waiting with our stuff for Jess to come back, but it took much longer than usual. After about five minutes, I decided to go check. My mind was already turning with jokes. (Was she sleeping a huge meal off? Was she hibernating?) But when I went over, Jess was just bent over examining her. I came over and shook her, but she did nothing. Jess told me she had already tried that, and that she wouldn't wake up no matter what she did. I shook Emma harder and poured some water on her (I'm not exactly sure which came first.) She still wouldn't wake up. After a few minutes of us both trying things (And other people who had came over from the group), we decided to give up and take her to the nurse, and she could deal with her. We were already late to our next class. One of the girls in our group and I picked her up, and she was honestly much lighter than I expected. Jess went ahead to the nurse to tell her we were coming since we would be a bit behind. We dropped her off and went back to our respective classes, and Jess stayed with Emma. From what Jess had told me, she had passed out from lack of food of some sorts. This is the action where I felt the worst (not even the stomach part): I continued to make jokes and make fun of her. (Of course SHE of all people passed out from hunger. Finally she's not eating for once. How can she be hungry, look at her!)
She wasn't even overweight. She was probably only a few pounds more than me, at least before she started practically starving herself. After she had come back to school (probably 2-4 weeks after the nurse thing), she couldn't even look at us. Any time someone talked to her, she would start to tear up (except for Jess, of course). I mostly ignored it until the end of the year. Of course, I felt bad, but I didn't think there was any point in trying to talk to her. And most of the group followed in my shoes. At the end of the year, Emma handed me a folded up sheet of paper. I made another stupid joke, once again (What, is this your McDonalds order? Or a confession letter?) She dodged the joke and told me to read it whenever I could, as long as it was after school, and to spread the message. I laughed and called it cliche, and then continued on with my day. But the letter was painful to read, and I didn't even accept it or really comprehend it until later on. This is a slightly paraphrased version, as it is in my room at my parents' house:
"Hey, Mia (me). I just want to talk to you about what happened this year. I don't blame you that much, but I don't want what you did to be repeated. Ever since last year you've been incredibly rude. I get that it was jokes, but I felt completely targetted. I was the only one in the group to be made fun of my physical appearance. I get it, I didn't look the best, so it kind of makes sense. But did it have to be a daily (if not hourly) thing? Sometime last year, it really got to me. I tried to ignore it, to joke along. But it really hit me hard. I'm made fun of a bit at home already, and I really liked school up until these years. It felt like a safe space, and it was ruined a bit by your constant bullying. I tried everything. I dieted, I worked out, I did it all. Eventually (and by your suggestion) I just slowly stopped eating. You probably noticed since you took my food all the time. I've been working on my self-confidence recently, and I noticed something. I'm average. I have average weight, average looks, an average life. Why should I be made fun of for that? The highest I've weighed is 130 pounds, early this year. I get it. It was a lot. But as I lost weight, why was I still made fun of? Left out? Honestly, my biggest hope is that you just don't ever repeat this. I don't want anyone else to go through this. I don't expect an apology either, because I won't be coming back to the school next year. Just please, don't do this again.
Your 'best friend',
Emma."
That letter changed my life. I changed everything. I changed who I hung out with, what I said and did, and apologized to the people in that friend group. I never showed them that letter, mostly because I was embarrassed. Me, the cause of all of it, was embarrassed. I want to talk to her and fully apologize, but I don't have any contact with her. I am planning on contacting Jess soon, probably this weekend. I feel as though I have fully come to sense with my actions. And I think Jess would be proud to hear that. Personally, I hope Emma is glad to hear that I've gained weight since then. I want her to feel some sort of relief, even if she didn't directly cause it.
Edit: You can ask questions if you want. I am willing to answer anything. However, I wanted to clarify: I know it was mentioned a few times she wasn't as chubby as we made her out to be. So why make fun of her for her weight? She wasn't exactly blessed in the facial fat and stomach fat department, and we saw that as some sort of reason to laugh at her.
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I apologize for the bad writing and spelling errors in advance. I'm trying to write this quickly. Even if I have come to terms with it, I don't want to think about it for too long.
I, 22F, was not the best person in high school. In my sophomore and freshman year, I had a more refined 'sub-group' of friends. They were never my first choice, but I was their first choice. I didn't feel bad, however I now do. I would constantly choose my 'better' group of friends over them. However, I was still well-liked in the group. Spending time with them was fun, and I was relatively nice. Except to this one girl, who I will call 'Emma'.
Emma wasn't exactly conventionally attractive. She had decent features, but it didn't come together well at all. Her hair looked bad, and her style wasn't the prettiest. So, she was subject to getting made fun of. We all made fun of each other in the group, but even I could admit we were a bit ruthless when it came to Emma. Here is a list of some of the things we did:
Dump out her backpack when she did homework
Make fun of her love life
Poke her in the stomach
Take really bad pictures of her and post them online
Pretend the ground was shaking when she would walk by
Laugh at her when she ate
Push her when she was walking next to one of us (so another one of us could sit there)
Take her things (snacks, pens, homework assignments)
I know, it is bad. We did other things, but not things I am particularly proud of or want to share. Now, she would generally laugh along. However, towards late freshman and early sophmore year, she didn't laugh as much at our jokes. She would chuckle, but not like she laughed earlier. One friend in the group noticed she stopped bringing food to school, which could also be because of us. However, this didn't make us stop. If anything, it made it worse. Once, I had made the decision to host a hang-out at the skating rink. However, I decided not to invite Emma. I don't really even have a reason. But, sometime before the event, she found out. She said she didn't care, and that she didn't have any roller skates anyways. Looking back, she most likely did care.
In the last semester of sophomore year, Emma stopped doing almost anything. She wouldn't eat, barely drank, stopped doing schoolwork, stopped talking, and eventually stopped going to class. When we asked her about it, she just told us she was tired with the newfound stress the year gave her. We bought it. I remember exactly what I did after. It feels like I will never forget it, because it set off a spiral. About ten minutes after our conversation, the topic turned to Emma again. She had her head down, but started listening a few minutes after we started talking about her. I got up (we were sitting in the library, so we were all on the ground) and walked over to her. She smiled and started to say something, and before she could finish her sentence I bent down, lifted up her shirt slightly, and jiggled her stomach in front of everyone. We weren't the only ones in the room, mind you. Somewhere near ten or twenty people laughed. I dropped her shirt and pinched her cheeks. I told her something about eating a salad, and she shot me one of the most dejected glances I have ever seen. She muttered something about actually really liking salads, and I made yet another joke about how that couldn't possibly be true. I then told her, word for word, 'Next time you think about eating another chocolate bar, maybe try chewing some gum.' I remember being a bit upset that not as many people laughed, only a few people in our friend group. Emma nodded and went back to whatever she was doing.
Everything I described earlier, the not eating, drinking, etc., got much worse after that. She would go days without saying a word unless prompted, and yet we continued to make fun of her. No one was nearly as bad as me, though. A few weeks after this continuous behavior, we were once again in the library. We were passing a bag of chips along the library and had skipped over her. One person, 'Jess', the person who was probably the nicest to her, offered her some, but she said no. She closed her book and told us something about closing her eyes. She had been dozing on and off recently, so no one really minded. However, after an hour (and the bell had rung), Jess went to wake her up.
We were all waiting with our stuff for Jess to come back, but it took much longer than usual. After about five minutes, I decided to go check. My mind was already turning with jokes. (Was she sleeping a huge meal off? Was she hibernating?) But when I went over, Jess was just bent over examining her. I came over and shook her, but she did nothing. Jess told me she had already tried that, and that she wouldn't wake up no matter what she did. I shook Emma harder and poured some water on her (I'm not exactly sure which came first.) She still wouldn't wake up. After a few minutes of us both trying things (And other people who had came over from the group), we decided to give up and take her to the nurse, and she could deal with her. We were already late to our next class. One of the girls in our group and I picked her up, and she was honestly much lighter than I expected. Jess went ahead to the nurse to tell her we were coming since we would be a bit behind. We dropped her off and went back to our respective classes, and Jess stayed with Emma. From what Jess had told me, she had passed out from lack of food of some sorts. This is the action where I felt the worst (not even the stomach part): I continued to make jokes and make fun of her. (Of course SHE of all people passed out from hunger. Finally she's not eating for once. How can she be hungry, look at her!)
She wasn't even overweight. She was probably only a few pounds more than me, at least before she started practically starving herself. After she had come back to school (probably 2-4 weeks after the nurse thing), she couldn't even look at us. Any time someone talked to her, she would start to tear up (except for Jess, of course). I mostly ignored it until the end of the year. Of course, I felt bad, but I didn't think there was any point in trying to talk to her. And most of the group followed in my shoes. At the end of the year, Emma handed me a folded up sheet of paper. I made another stupid joke, once again (What, is this your McDonalds order? Or a confession letter?) She dodged the joke and told me to read it whenever I could, as long as it was after school, and to spread the message. I laughed and called it cliche, and then continued on with my day. But the letter was painful to read, and I didn't even accept it or really comprehend it until later on. This is a slightly paraphrased version, as it is in my room at my parents' house:
"Hey, Mia (me). I just want to talk to you about what happened this year. I don't blame you that much, but I don't want what you did to be repeated. Ever since last year you've been incredibly rude. I get that it was jokes, but I felt completely targetted. I was the only one in the group to be made fun of my physical appearance. I get it, I didn't look the best, so it kind of makes sense. But did it have to be a daily (if not hourly) thing? Sometime last year, it really got to me. I tried to ignore it, to joke along. But it really hit me hard. I'm made fun of a bit at home already, and I really liked school up until these years. It felt like a safe space, and it was ruined a bit by your constant bullying. I tried everything. I dieted, I worked out, I did it all. Eventually (and by your suggestion) I just slowly stopped eating. You probably noticed since you took my food all the time. I've been working on my self-confidence recently, and I noticed something. I'm average. I have average weight, average looks, an average life. Why should I be made fun of for that? The highest I've weighed is 130 pounds, early this year. I get it. It was a lot. But as I lost weight, why was I still made fun of? Left out? Honestly, my biggest hope is that you just don't ever repeat this. I don't want anyone else to go through this. I don't expect an apology either, because I won't be coming back to the school next year. Just please, don't do this again.
Your 'best friend',
Emma."
That letter changed my life. I changed everything. I changed who I hung out with, what I said and did, and apologized to the people in that friend group. I never showed them that letter, mostly because I was embarrassed. Me, the cause of all of it, was embarrassed. I want to talk to her and fully apologize, but I don't have any contact with her. I am planning on contacting Jess soon, probably this weekend. I feel as though I have fully come to sense with my actions. And I think Jess would be proud to hear that. Personally, I hope Emma is glad to hear that I've gained weight since then. I want her to feel some sort of relief, even if she didn't directly cause it.
Edit: You can ask questions if you want. I am willing to answer anything. However, I wanted to clarify: I know it was mentioned a few times she wasn't as chubby as we made her out to be. So why make fun of her for her weight? She wasn't exactly blessed in the facial fat and stomach fat department, and we saw that as some sort of reason to laugh at her.
2024.05.16 03:03 sigtree99 Contact info for AmberPeak
Does anyone know how to get in touch with AmberPeak? I emailed them, filled out the online message thing on their website and they don’t reply. When I call the number listed, it doesn’t ring or have voicemail. It just says call back later.
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2024.05.16 02:57 Ill_Purple_1092 Fiance (M41) put me (F29) and his 2 week old daughter out of the home, what would you do?
My partner (m41) and I (f29) have been together for 4 years. It wasn't an easy relationship to begin with. My family fell out with me for getting with him. They knew him very well but they just thought it was moving too fast. I moved in with him pretty quickly as my dad was physically quote aggressive with me and controlling. I planned on staying with my partner for a while until sorting out my own place but we just fell in love more every day. We had a "we wi prove them all wrong" attitude. I really truly and deeply love and care for him. He was patient, calm, funny, gentlemanly. He spent 2 years doing everything he could to make me happy. He would cook, washa and dry my hair, massages, running baths, picking me flowers etc.
Fast forward to last April. We fell pregnant and were ecstatic but unfortunately, it ended in an early miscarriage at 7 weeks. He has a pain condition which means every so often it flare up and his mood dips. He finds it difficult to cope with stress etc. The miscarriage put alot of strain on our relationship as he switched off and offered no emotional support whatsoever.
We had a few arguments and I decided I needed to leave for a break. I went home and my mum and dad were more than supportive. I spent 2 weeks at home until I met my partner and we reconciled. My dad was so cross and again got aggressive and told me to never step foot in his house again.
In August a few months later, we fell pregnant again. Although this time was different, he didn't seem overly happy. Maybe sometimes but basically he mostly stopped being affectionate with me or doing thoughtful things that he always had done. He began to sleep separately from me. The odd time he would maybe run me a bath or cook etc. If I was sick or sore, he would say "tru being sore for 10 years" I never got any sympathy. He nearly got frustrated if I went for naps or had a lie in
Christmas, he made dinner for us on Christmas day etc he didn't get me anything. I got him a few things. On boxing day, we had an arguement, I can't even remember about what. He left and stayed at his mums for 3 weeks. I spent 3 weeks on my own, sick and crying in bed basically the whole time. I didn't tell anyone. New years eve countdown, I cried in bed rubbing my growing bump. He eventually came back, we had 3 great weeks together before his mood shifted again. He made a comment about how he had wanted a son instead of a daughter.
He then began home decorating and nesting. He spent 2 solid months working most evenings to do up her nursery, and basically improve every room with new paint etc.
I then was admitted early with pre eclampsia just over 3 weeks ago. I spent 4 days in hospital before they inserted a pessary. I then was moved to delivery suite 36 hours after the pessary. I was labouring and contracting for 6 hours until I got to 9cm and they realised something was wrong. Baby was completely stuck, cord around neck etc and I was rushed for a category 1 c section.
When my partner was allowed into theatre, I was already opened and blood everywhere. I had the shakes etc and he seen everything. I really thought I was going to die. It was so traumatic. I was wheeled into recovery and he asked when he could go home. I was disgusted. As soo. As I was wheeled on to the ward just 3 hours post op, he left. He came back thay evening for 2 hours. That night, my baby girl was cluster feeding, it was very difficult. I text him at 5am to tell him all about it. At 8am I got a message calling me a "whine" and not to be texting in the middle of the night again. I stupidly apologised.
Eventually I was discharged and the first week, he was as he described "father of the year" and I even said to him, that this was the making od him. He was so soft, gentle, caring and involved with our daughter. I thought finally, my life is working out.
He then spent a few days not interacting with us AT ALL. I mean not one glance. There was one day I was standing at the sink sorting baby bottles and she cried. I asked him to loft her and he said no I'm busy, grabbed a bag of crisps, went upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. He also continued to smoke in that room where she sleeps at night. I asked him to stop and he gave off that he has nowhere for himself anymore.
He came out of this mood a couple of times. He took us for a walk and picked us flowers and lunch. The very next day, he went back into his low depressive mood. On the last particular day 2.5 weeks after birth, he was wanting to take us to the beach. This was the first day where I got myself ready and pretty, I was excited. He made me lunch and then refused to eat with me because the previous days, we argued over lunch (he would start arguements about nothing and it would lead to raised voices etc)
So anyway he ate in another room, our daughter was with me and she started crying so he slammed the door of the room he was in. I then went to the sink washed bottles for baby. He came in and said was I going to keep hogging the sink or was I going to get out of the way. I told him to not be so ignorant with me.
It led to a full blown row where he got quite aggressive. He came into my face and I pushed him away and he then said I assaulted him I told him to wise up and stop this shouting in front of our baby. He slammed the living room door. I went in and I said this had to stop. He told me to get the hell out of his house and that it was about time I leave and give him peace. He went upstairs and at the top of the stairs he called me a fat shapeless b###ard, fat ugly nose and feet etc. Now before birth I weighed over 13 stone. At this arguement, I was weighing 10stone 10 so definitely not fat.
I packed 2 bags, and left with our baby. Since then I have reached out to him and he has ignored me. He believes me to be staying in a bmb with a newborn and he thinks this is acceptable. He has not asked about her or me. He changed the locks also so I can't get into the home. My heart is broken. What happened to the man I love? He doesn't speak to anyone anymore, he has no friends, he stopped working. I can see his Google activity and he has been researching moving to India and leading a spiritual life. I feel like his brain is messed up.
A week later, I am now 9.5 stone, stopped breast feeding as I'm not producing enough, doing everything on my own with our perfect daughter. Basically, what would you do? What has happened him? Is this normal behaviour during pregnancy and post-partum?
He knows all I have ever dreamed of is having a baby and a family. Why did he do this? I feel so sorry for me. That was where I made home, I have so many belongings and stuff in there that ingot for my daughter. I helped with the decor and actually blame that for my pre eclampsia. The day before admission I was on my hands and knees painting skirting because I felt bad about him painting upstairs. I redone all the grouting in the bathroom etc too. For him to turn around and say "what kind of idiot stays in a house where they aren't wanted". One day picking flowers and declaring your love, the next telling me to leave.
How do I get through this
Tldr my fiance m41, put me f29 out of the home with our 2.5 week old daughter. I need advice on what has happened to him and what to do next.
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Fast forward to last April. We fell pregnant and were ecstatic but unfortunately, it ended in an early miscarriage at 7 weeks. He has a pain condition which means every so often it flare up and his mood dips. He finds it difficult to cope with stress etc. The miscarriage put alot of strain on our relationship as he switched off and offered no emotional support whatsoever.
We had a few arguments and I decided I needed to leave for a break. I went home and my mum and dad were more than supportive. I spent 2 weeks at home until I met my partner and we reconciled. My dad was so cross and again got aggressive and told me to never step foot in his house again.
In August a few months later, we fell pregnant again. Although this time was different, he didn't seem overly happy. Maybe sometimes but basically he mostly stopped being affectionate with me or doing thoughtful things that he always had done. He began to sleep separately from me. The odd time he would maybe run me a bath or cook etc. If I was sick or sore, he would say "tru being sore for 10 years" I never got any sympathy. He nearly got frustrated if I went for naps or had a lie in
Christmas, he made dinner for us on Christmas day etc he didn't get me anything. I got him a few things. On boxing day, we had an arguement, I can't even remember about what. He left and stayed at his mums for 3 weeks. I spent 3 weeks on my own, sick and crying in bed basically the whole time. I didn't tell anyone. New years eve countdown, I cried in bed rubbing my growing bump. He eventually came back, we had 3 great weeks together before his mood shifted again. He made a comment about how he had wanted a son instead of a daughter.
He then began home decorating and nesting. He spent 2 solid months working most evenings to do up her nursery, and basically improve every room with new paint etc.
I then was admitted early with pre eclampsia just over 3 weeks ago. I spent 4 days in hospital before they inserted a pessary. I then was moved to delivery suite 36 hours after the pessary. I was labouring and contracting for 6 hours until I got to 9cm and they realised something was wrong. Baby was completely stuck, cord around neck etc and I was rushed for a category 1 c section.
When my partner was allowed into theatre, I was already opened and blood everywhere. I had the shakes etc and he seen everything. I really thought I was going to die. It was so traumatic. I was wheeled into recovery and he asked when he could go home. I was disgusted. As soo. As I was wheeled on to the ward just 3 hours post op, he left. He came back thay evening for 2 hours. That night, my baby girl was cluster feeding, it was very difficult. I text him at 5am to tell him all about it. At 8am I got a message calling me a "whine" and not to be texting in the middle of the night again. I stupidly apologised.
Eventually I was discharged and the first week, he was as he described "father of the year" and I even said to him, that this was the making od him. He was so soft, gentle, caring and involved with our daughter. I thought finally, my life is working out.
He then spent a few days not interacting with us AT ALL. I mean not one glance. There was one day I was standing at the sink sorting baby bottles and she cried. I asked him to loft her and he said no I'm busy, grabbed a bag of crisps, went upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. He also continued to smoke in that room where she sleeps at night. I asked him to stop and he gave off that he has nowhere for himself anymore.
He came out of this mood a couple of times. He took us for a walk and picked us flowers and lunch. The very next day, he went back into his low depressive mood. On the last particular day 2.5 weeks after birth, he was wanting to take us to the beach. This was the first day where I got myself ready and pretty, I was excited. He made me lunch and then refused to eat with me because the previous days, we argued over lunch (he would start arguements about nothing and it would lead to raised voices etc)
So anyway he ate in another room, our daughter was with me and she started crying so he slammed the door of the room he was in. I then went to the sink washed bottles for baby. He came in and said was I going to keep hogging the sink or was I going to get out of the way. I told him to not be so ignorant with me.
It led to a full blown row where he got quite aggressive. He came into my face and I pushed him away and he then said I assaulted him I told him to wise up and stop this shouting in front of our baby. He slammed the living room door. I went in and I said this had to stop. He told me to get the hell out of his house and that it was about time I leave and give him peace. He went upstairs and at the top of the stairs he called me a fat shapeless b###ard, fat ugly nose and feet etc. Now before birth I weighed over 13 stone. At this arguement, I was weighing 10stone 10 so definitely not fat.
I packed 2 bags, and left with our baby. Since then I have reached out to him and he has ignored me. He believes me to be staying in a bmb with a newborn and he thinks this is acceptable. He has not asked about her or me. He changed the locks also so I can't get into the home. My heart is broken. What happened to the man I love? He doesn't speak to anyone anymore, he has no friends, he stopped working. I can see his Google activity and he has been researching moving to India and leading a spiritual life. I feel like his brain is messed up.
A week later, I am now 9.5 stone, stopped breast feeding as I'm not producing enough, doing everything on my own with our perfect daughter. Basically, what would you do? What has happened him? Is this normal behaviour during pregnancy and post-partum?
He knows all I have ever dreamed of is having a baby and a family. Why did he do this? I feel so sorry for me. That was where I made home, I have so many belongings and stuff in there that ingot for my daughter. I helped with the decor and actually blame that for my pre eclampsia. The day before admission I was on my hands and knees painting skirting because I felt bad about him painting upstairs. I redone all the grouting in the bathroom etc too. For him to turn around and say "what kind of idiot stays in a house where they aren't wanted". One day picking flowers and declaring your love, the next telling me to leave.
How do I get through this
Tldr my fiance m41, put me f29 out of the home with our 2.5 week old daughter. I need advice on what has happened to him and what to do next.
2024.05.16 02:52 Consistent_Quote_173 Switching from iPhone to Flip Phone While Keeping iMessage Functionality? Is this possible/plausible?
I'm considering doing a dopamine detox by switching from my iPhone to a flip phone. The idea is to simplify my tech usage, but I'm looking to do it without losing the convenience features of my iPhone. Specifically, I want to keep my current phone number, continue using iMessage, and not disrupt my group chats (gotta keep those blue text bubbles!).
Is there a way to reroute calls and texts through a flip phone while maintaining iPhone features, especially iMessage? I'm trying to find a balance where I can detach a bit without completely losing the functionalities I rely on. Any advice or solutions that would allow this kind of setup would be hugely appreciated!
Thanks in advance for your help!
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Is there a way to reroute calls and texts through a flip phone while maintaining iPhone features, especially iMessage? I'm trying to find a balance where I can detach a bit without completely losing the functionalities I rely on. Any advice or solutions that would allow this kind of setup would be hugely appreciated!
Thanks in advance for your help!
2024.05.16 02:46 _LoveJuice_ My (19F) bf (21M) was texting guys early in the relationship. How should I go about this ?
So far we have been together for a year and 3 months.
So last year I seen that my boyfriend deleted an old Snapchat account. I asked abt it and he said it was for selling weed. I was suspicious because he doesn't usually sell weed.
So I had logged in when he was asleep but I didn't look at it good at all I just scrolled and seen it was all guys so I thought hm maybe it is a weed account and logged back out.
Last night something told me to go through his phone. And something told me to log back into the Snapchat account so i did. But I regret it. I realized It was a snapchat account he'd use to sext guys on. Snaps..texts..group chats.... I clicked on a chat where he called another guy "daddy". It had to be about 10-15 guys that he added last year in june, we were 4 months into the relationship then and there were old chats from 2021. I felt like throwing up and I was shaking. When I confronted him, I was just crying and he was crying too saying that he's embarrassed and he feels guilty. He says nothing was physical. I got a routine std test in August and December last year and it was all clear.
This happened late at night so we decided to sleep and talk about it when we woke up. So I slept in his main bedroom in the basement and he slept in his old room upstairs. In the morning he told me he's always been bi and didn't want to tell me because he didn't want me to see him as gay... I cried some more and more and more. He said that he was just acting on lustful thoughts. And I felt so hurt because yk "why not me" and it hurts more because my birthday is this weekend.
I don't have any where to go at the moment since I moved in from an unsafe environment. But I decided to stay in the relationship. We set some ground rules for him to be more open with his phone usage meaning I can check it whenever I feel the need to. I told him he's going to tell his mom to her face what he did, but I'm not gonna force him to say with what gender, when she gets back from Mexico. And that he's going to have to earn my trust back. How should I go about this? Is this something that can be redeemed?
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So last year I seen that my boyfriend deleted an old Snapchat account. I asked abt it and he said it was for selling weed. I was suspicious because he doesn't usually sell weed.
So I had logged in when he was asleep but I didn't look at it good at all I just scrolled and seen it was all guys so I thought hm maybe it is a weed account and logged back out.
Last night something told me to go through his phone. And something told me to log back into the Snapchat account so i did. But I regret it. I realized It was a snapchat account he'd use to sext guys on. Snaps..texts..group chats.... I clicked on a chat where he called another guy "daddy". It had to be about 10-15 guys that he added last year in june, we were 4 months into the relationship then and there were old chats from 2021. I felt like throwing up and I was shaking. When I confronted him, I was just crying and he was crying too saying that he's embarrassed and he feels guilty. He says nothing was physical. I got a routine std test in August and December last year and it was all clear.
This happened late at night so we decided to sleep and talk about it when we woke up. So I slept in his main bedroom in the basement and he slept in his old room upstairs. In the morning he told me he's always been bi and didn't want to tell me because he didn't want me to see him as gay... I cried some more and more and more. He said that he was just acting on lustful thoughts. And I felt so hurt because yk "why not me" and it hurts more because my birthday is this weekend.
I don't have any where to go at the moment since I moved in from an unsafe environment. But I decided to stay in the relationship. We set some ground rules for him to be more open with his phone usage meaning I can check it whenever I feel the need to. I told him he's going to tell his mom to her face what he did, but I'm not gonna force him to say with what gender, when she gets back from Mexico. And that he's going to have to earn my trust back. How should I go about this? Is this something that can be redeemed?
2024.05.16 02:44 indioboy2 Network issues
hello, I have been having network issues with MetroPCS, when trying to use the app I have to constantly close it an open it as if I were refreshing a browser, hard to accept orders because when I click on it its like freezes then I have to close the app and open again and click again. I receive text just fine, calls, and browse online, only a little lag while watching youtube videos now and then, when I do the network tests on settings in the Doordash app it shows as FAIL! it also happens with Instacart, I have taken 5g of it and still have the same issues dunno what else to do, has anyone experienced this before or knows how to fix it????
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2024.05.16 02:40 firefighter_raven Last Charge of the Roanoke
The Terran Union Heavy Cruiser, Roanoke, had spent the last 6 months raiding Naalx supply lines in the Flores sector.
They were finally returning to Terran Space for some much-needed refit and some R&R. But first, they were stopping at the Bateri space station orbiting Emsar IV.
She would be meeting a Terran Union squadron to escort her prizes back to the Couster system. 4 freighters, a massive ore hauler, and a damaged Naalx corvette that answered a distress call sooner than expected.
The Roanoke was one of the new Grenville class heavy cruisers, faster and more heavily armed than the other heavy cruiser classes operating as part of a Terran Union fleet.
They were designed as solo raiders able to operate deep in enemy space, raiding enemy supply lines and facilities.
Their design included several newly developed systems, including a new style of radiator for dumping excess heat.
At 500 m long and painted black as night, she was very intimidating to see on visual screens and even more so at close range. Her CrCoNi (chromium, cobalt, and nickel) hull was covered in 12” of ablative armor covered in a black laser-resistant material able to reduce the effectiveness of enemy sensors and target locks.
The experimental Baxter radiators efficiently released excess heat into space but still left them exposed to radiation detection sensors.
Captain Josef Král had been hand-picked to command the Roanoke when she came into service 18 months ago. He was a popular officer with 20 years of combat experience on just about every ship in the Terran Union’s navy.
He’d also provided technical assistance during its design phase so his familiarity with the ship made him the best choice for putting the ship through her paces. This would be the very first voyage behind enemy lines as a raider.
And it’d been a rousing success, hitting targets deep in Naalx space as reprisal for Naalxian raids on Terran border colonies. The First Naalx-Terran war had devastated both species and left them vulnerable to outside forces. The war wasn’t won so much as winding down to a series of raids and counter-raiding. A gentleman’s agreement to prevent raids and border skirmishes from turning into another full-scale war and the earlier consequences.
And Captain Král was very good at approaching that line in the sand without going over it. Several centuries earlier he’d have been a Privateer sailing the oceans on Earth.
This even led to the revival of the old pirate movies of the 20th century but Captain Král preferred likening it to the submarine warfare of the first half of the 20th century. That didn’t stop his crew from giving him a robot parrot.
He claims to hate it but everyone knows he’s been teaching it his extensive vocabulary of curse words, in dozens of languages, that he loved it.
And if you call him out on him walking around with it on his shoulder, he’ll claim he was just humoring the crew.
Captain Král was relieved to see the Terran squadron had arrived before him and ordered his little fleet to dock. It would be good to be able to get off the ship and move around without weapons.
As Captain Král exited the ship, he was surprised to see Commodore Allen waiting for him. It’d been several years since he last saw his friend and previous XO. Taking his prerogative as a Captain, he skipped the formalities, shook hands, and gave Commodore Allen a friendly slap on the back.
“Mike? What the hell are you doing here? This is escort job is for a Lt. to do” He asked
“I was in the neighborhood and volunteered. I wanted to see this new ship of yours and it’s been too long since we got a drink together.” Mike replied
Captain Král took a glance back to his ship and wasn’t surprised to see his current XO, Lt. Commander Nana Ricci had the resupply well in hand.
With a big grin, Captain Král said, “Let me see to my guests and we can see if we can scandalize the ratings like we used to.”
Captain Král approached the waiting station manager. The Bateri bowed in the formal greeting of her people. Not having the tentacles needed to return the bow, he just saluted her.
“Greetings Captain Král of the Terrans, how may we be of service?” The Bateri asked.
“Greetings Ananu of the Bateri. We request the use of your services,” he replied, finishing the ritual greeting.
“I see you returned successful in your raiding,” Ananu said, “How many bunks will you need?”
Unsurprised that the Bateri knew his mission, he replied “ 72 bunks with 3 more for your med bay, if you have the room.”
One of the most important functions provided by the Bateri was allowing for the return of captives taken in raids. This helped to keep things calmer by freely releasing captives to limit the amount of bad blood created during the raids and conflicts.
Crates of supplies, ammo, missiles, and the various other things needed to keep the ship functioning were being transferred from the smaller Terran ships. With her weapon complement being only slightly smaller than a battleship, she could go through a lot of ammunition. Even without being in serious combat, he liked to run frequent gunnery drills. Some Captains would just let their tactical computers handle operating the weapon systems and just have the gunnery crews handle reloads. But some hard lessons taught him that having the gunnery crews able to take direct control, as needed, was essential. He preferred to use up as much ammunition as needed during training to save lives later in combat.
Seeing everything in hand, he walked back to join his friend for a drink. They caught up on the doings of old friends and Mike’s family, toasts to fallen comrades, and eventually to the Roanoke.
‘How did she operate on her first long-range mission?” Mike asked
Taking a moment to organize his thoughts, Captain Král took a sip of his drink. “She handled better than expected. The new engine behaved itself, surprising for being just off the drawing board, the Baxters were damn efficient.”
Taking another sip before continuing, “ We didn’t use the torpedoes or the turreted railguns in combat but the rest performed as expected. That Corvette didn’t stand a chance so we didn’t get a full test of all the combat systems.”
“Going by the number of munitions I brought with me, you’d think I was resupplying a battleship” Mike joked
“Just about,” Captain Král chuckled. “During the design phase, I had to argue for such an increase of armament.” “It seemed to take forever for them to get it through their thick skulls that we’d be out there all alone and couldn’t call for reinforcements.” “So I convinced them to put the 2 particle beam systems in the bow of the ship and give me the 4 torpedo tubes. They had no problem with the pair at the bow but they couldn’t figure out why I wanted a pair aft. I swear I thought about launching them out of a tube.”
“At least they were starting to get it when I up-gunned the turrets to carry two large railguns. They did get upset at wanting to put on a turret in the middle of the ventral side but were relieved I left the other turret on the dorsal side ahead of the command structures”
Commodore Allen asked,” From the glimpse I got as you docked, it looked like you doubled the usual weapon systems?”
“She still has them 10 secondary batteries but I went with dual medium railguns for them” Captain Král replied, “ I put 4 of the quad-mounted autocannons on each side of the ship.”
“ It should let us save wear and tear on the railguns when we catch unarmed ships or against incoming fighters.”
“ I understand and it also saves on missiles, which with 4 heavy and 8 medium is a lot of missiles to carry.” Commodore Allen replied.
“I’ve also heard you were running tests on a more powerful deflector array to do more than just protect against radiation and small debris. Like maybe actual shields that would work on anything smaller than a battleship?”
“Yeah but not with any success,” Captain Král answered, “Anytime we tried to go past the standard low-power output, it played hell with our sensors.”
It was at that moment when Captain Král’s wrist communicator beeped for his attention.
“Just a second Mike,” he said as he keyed the communicator. “ Král, go ahead”
The sound of Lt. Commander Ricci’s voice came through the speaker, “ Priority message from the bridge Captain.”
“ What is the message?” Captain Král asked, not liking the way Ricci’s voice sounded worried
“ Sensor buoy reports large Naalx fleet dropping out of FTL, 2 million km out,” Ricci reported
Commodore Allen gave Captain Král the same concerned look that he was sure was on his face. “How many?” The captain asked
Ricci hesitated for a moment before answering “37 ships with more arriving every couple of minutes.”
Commodore Allen swore
Captain Král looked at his friend, “How long until you get your crews and get out of here?”
Commodore Allen thought for a moment, “ Maybe 20 minutes at the minimum.”
Captain Král muttered to himself, “They’ll be here before that.”
Both men got up, signaled to any of their personnel in the bar, and started out the door. “I’ll buy you the time but I’ll need to undock as soon as I get aboard my ship, maybe I can catch them off-guard. “ Captain Král
Commodore Allen replied, “That’s a suicide mission, there are too many for one ship to handle”
“Yeah, I know, old friend but if I don’t then we all die.” Captain Král explained, “ Do me a favor, I’m going to send you my non-essential personnel, take them and those still on the station with you. Get them home.”
Reaching the hatch to the docking bay, both men stopped to shake hands. “Of course, Josef.” Commodore Allen replied, “But if anyone can find a way out of it, it’s you, my friend.”
After a final salute, both men parted ways to reach their ship. As Captain Král jogged down the docking bay, he sent orders for Ricci to send all non-essential personnel to Commodore Allen and asked if they had sufficient hands to man all combat stations.
Ricci’s reply reassured him, “ Aye Sir, most of the crew on the station are from the 2nd watch, and the few people from the first watch are non-essential.”
“Be ready to launch as soon as I get aboard.” He ordered.
He passed several members of his crew, en route to join Commodore Allen. He stopped to return their salute. At the disappointed look in their eyes, he told them. “I know you don’t want to leave the ship but the Commodore needs some real sailors to get out on time. You know how those logistic guys are. They’ll get lost trying to find their own bridge”
That look reassured them and after a final salute, they headed down the dock to join Commodore Allen
Captain Král reached the cargo ramp and started up it, calling Ricci and telling her to shove off and he’d be on the bridge shortly.
He sprinted down the corridor, leaping over the lower lips of the vacuum-tight doors.
“Captain on the Bridge!” rang out from one of the bridge techs. Aside from the guards and his XO, the rest of the bridge crew kept working. Nodding his approval at their knowing when to discard ceremony for action. He walked over toward his console before speaking.
“What do we have, Lt. Commander?”
Turning to face him, Captain Král could see just how worried she was. “Current count is 48 ships.” Touching the console’s keys to bring up a list of ships before continuing, “ 18 capital ships and a mix of sub-caps, still trying to ID them.”
“They’re just maintaining position for now.” Ricci finished, her voice slightly puzzled.
“They’re waiting for something or someone,” Captain Král answered the unasked question.
“How many crew did we leave behind?”
“641, Sir” the XO replied
“ Helm, are we clear of the station's shielding?”
“Almost Sir,” The helmsman answered.
“Thank you.” Captain Král returned.
Turning to another tech, he said, “Sound Battlestations”
“Sir,” one of his sensor techs spoke up, “We have 2 more ships arriving.”
“ Thank you, Ensign.” Captain Král returned
“What class are they?” Lt Commander Ricci asked
After looking at her monitor again the tech replied, “1 heavy cruiser and something much bigger, waiting for the computer to ID it.”
Captain Král moved to look over the tech’s shoulder before standing up and facing his XO.
“Fleet Command Ship” he informed the tech and his XO.
Lt. Commander Ricci replied, “What the hell is one doing out here?”
“Good Question.” he answered, “And now that the players are on the field, the game can begin.”
Bringing up the sensor information to his console, Captain Král pointed at the enemy fleet. “They haven’t begun to deploy into battle formation yet.”
“That could be our chance.” Raising his head to look at his XO. “If we jump now we can land close and surprise them. After we land, we drive into the center of their formation and head for that big bastard.” He explained
“But Sir, We haven’t fully tested the jump drive!” the XO exclaimed
“No time like the present, “ Captain Král joked
“We’ll let the railguns and autocannon crews pick targets of opportunity, while we engage the command ship with our particle cannons, heavy railguns, and torpedoes,” he stated
“What about its point defense system, won’t it pick off the torps?” the XO asked
“We’re going to launch all the Hammerheads at it. It should overwhelm the system and let the torps through.” He answered before continuing, “I’m going to save the heavy missiles for now.”
“You’ll need to calculate the launch time of the Hammerheads to hit the point defense system as close to the time for the torpedoes to sneak through.” he ordered, “ But not so far they take out the Hammerheads too soon and let them hit the torps but not so close they set them off either.”
Looking at his XO, “You better get down to tactical Nana, this is going to get ugly, and it’s best we split up.” Captain Král commanded
Exchanging salutes, Ricci simply replied “Aye Sir.” and started for the hatch. Just before stepping through, she turned and said, “Good Luck, Sir.
“What’s the status of the Commodore’s squad?” Captain Král asked
One of his communication techs spoke up, “ They need 10 more minutes”
“Let me know the minute they are clear.” Captain Král ordered
Captain Král turned to comms tech and ordered, “Intraship comms if you please ensign”
“Aye sir” the tech replied before turning to his console and speaking into the mic,” Now hear this, Now hear this. Message from the Captain.”
“ Well folks, this isn’t the fight I wanted but this is the fight we got” Captain Král started
“ I’m sure you’ve heard scuttlebutt about the situation but here it is. We are facing a superior force numbering 49 ships. And we need to give the Commodore’s squadron time to go to FTL and get the hell out of here.” he paused before continuing, “ The plan is to mix it up with the enemy at close range. They aren’t in battle formation yet so we can hurt them.”
“Good luck and let’s make them regret fucking with the Roanoke.”
The sounds of cheers came back over the speakers.
“Helm, are we clear of the station shielding?” the Captain asked
At the affirmative given by the helmsmen, he just nodded
Touching a button on his console, he asked, “Are you in place XO?”
“Aye Sir.” the Lt. Commander replied
“ As soon as we land, be ready to open up with the dual and quad mounts.” He ordered
The XO replied with an affirmative.
“Helm, at my command, jump between 25-50 km to the starboard of the fleet.”
“As soon as we land, hard to port and get us in the middle of them. Be ready for rapid maneuvers, maybe we can throw off their laser battery tracking systems. Might let us survive a little longer” Captain Král ordered. “Aye Sir” the helmsman replied
Taking a quick look around to make sure his crew was ready, he turned back to wait for the signal the jump drive was ready.
At the signal, he ordered “Jump”
He felt the ship lurch forward and shudder. It took less than 5 seconds to jump from the station to within the targeted range, but it felt like forever.
And then they were less than 5 km from an enemy battleship.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed the helmsman and steered to avoid it. Captain Král hid a moment of panic with a joke, “ Someone make note that the jump drive targeting system needs work.”
His joke brought a chuckle from his crew and got them back to focus on the taste.
Stabbing a button on his console, he ordered “XO, fire secondary batteries,”
There was nothing to see or hear from the massive volleys of the secondary batteries coming to life. But he knew the gun crews were already raining devastation on enemy warships. “Helm, Hard to Port!” he ordered, not tearing his view away from the main viewscreen.
Captain Král looked at his console at the images sent to the bridge from the various gun cameras.
He could see the flashes of light from projectiles hitting their shields. He watched as other high-velocity projectiles punched through their hulls. He could just make out the impact of the explosive-tipped slugs fired by the autocannons.
Captain Král turned back to the main viewscreen. “Hard to starboard!”
“Head for that big son of a bitch!” he ordered
The Naalx were slow to respond but they began to return fire with some trying to gain some distance to clear the line of fire of other ships. The helmsman’s evasive maneuvers were also giving the enemy’s gunners fits from repeated misses.
But the damage sensors on the armor told of an increasing number of hits as the Naalx began to respond in an organized manner. The resistance coating reduced the damage from the Naalx laser batteries but didn’t completely nullify it. “Helm, get me a clear shot at the command ship.” the Captain ordered
A bright flash to starboard marked the death of an enemy cruiser. Status reports listed 2 sub-capitals holed and venting atmosphere. Dead or damaged, they were out of the fight.
One capital ship was dead in space with another missing its bow.
5 down too damn many to go The captain muttered
He watched and waited, ignoring damage alarms and the occasional shudder as shots began to get through the armor and explosively decompress a compartment when they penetrated the hull.
He finally saw what he wanted, an unobstructed line of fire to the command ship.
His finger smashed down on the console button. “ XO, Launch Torpedoes. Take the gloves off the main batteries. Drop the hammer!”
He watched the glitter of the particle beams as they bridged the gap between the Roanoke and the Naalx ship. In a moment, he caught sight of the torpedoes' thrusters as they left the tubes and picked up momentum. Holes and brief explosions marked the impact of his weapons. But the sheer volume of Naalxian fire was beginning to take its toll. The armor was failing or had failed in over a dozen spots. 3 autocannon and 1 railgun mount were out of commission.
2 minutes after they launched the torpedoes, the sight of more than 100 Hammerhead missiles was marked by the flare of their drives. Another volley of Hammerheads was launched the moment new missiles were lifted into the racks.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, hold off on another volley for hammerheads.”
Checking his console, “Launch Shrikes at targets of opportunity with no shields, rear tubes target enemy capital ships and hope those torpedoes get through.” he ordered.
Multiple small explosions let him know the point defense systems were taking on the Hammerheads. And a moment later, a pair of massive explosions told him the nuclear-tipped torpedoes had hit their target.
“Captain, The Commodore’s squadron has escaped.” one of his techs announced.
“Thank you,” he answered
“Distance to command ship?” he asked
“ 250 km Sir” was the reply
“Helm, continue advancing on the command ship and pass her on our port side. We’ll give her a broadside and go to FTL after we clear.”
A tech from the damage control position spoke up, “Captain! FTL is down and jump drive is destroyed”
“Ahh hell’ cried the Captain.
“Damage report!” he ordered
“ Ventral turret destroyed, railgun mounts 2 and 5 destroyed, mount 9 damaged but functional. Autocannon mounts 11,13, 23 and 25 destroyed. Hammerhead launchers 3 and 8 destroyed.” The tech checked the screen before continuing, “ Explosive decompressions on decks 3 and 5. Explosive decompression in Med Bay. Ablative armor badly damaged and penetrated in around 20 spots. Engine #3 is down. Power unstable in many areas of the ship”
“FTL down, engineering needs an hour to fix. The jump drive is destroyed. Long-range comms are down” The tech finished.
“Casualty reports!” Captain Král ordered
A different tech replied, “249 dead, roughly 800 wounded with 327 too injured to fight.”
“Thank you.” he returned. Doing the math in his head he had just over 1300 combat effective and 482 of those were his Marines, the other 18 were left behind.
After thinking a moment, “Helm, same course as before but since we can’t go to FTL, circle to the aft of the command ship and lessen the incoming fire for the moment”
Looking over to the comms tech, “ Get me the chief engineer on the horn.”
Tapping the switch on the console, he called down to tactical. “ XO, I’m taking us around to the aft of the command ship and play peek-a-boo.”
“We’ll pass on her port side and I want a broadside from all batteries that can hit it and launch half the Shrikes we have left at it.”
“After we get to their rear, target enemy aft batteries, I want them all hunks of twisted metal.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir.” Lt. Commander Ricci replied. “Ammo count update Sir.”
“Go ahead,” he replied
“Only the two forward tubes are loaded, aft tubes empty, railgun and autocannon are down to 30%. Dorsal turret is at 10% but they are working on transferring surviving ammo from the Ventral turret.
We can launch 4 more full racks of Shrikes and 5+ Hammerheads.” She finished
“Understood. Thank you” Captain Král replied
“Captain, Chief Engineer on the line” a tech relayed
“Route it to my console,” he ordered
“ I need you to place charges on the computer core, all the experimental equipment, engines, and fire suppression control. If we go down, I don’t want them getting a damn thing but blood and pain.”
“Aye Sir.” The Chief replied.
Captain Král turned back to watch as the Roanoke passed the command ship to port. He watched as massive explosions rippled across the enemy flank and dorsal surface. They were too close for the point defense to pick off the majority of the Shrikes.
As the Roanoke got behind and slightly below the enemy command ship, she slowed and allowed her surviving batteries to silence the command ship's aft batteries.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, fire half our remaining hammerheads into her engines.”
“Affirmative,” replied the XO
Captain Král watched as the hammerheads impacted the command ship’s engines and saw the thrust nozzles dim as the engines went offline. The enemy batteries stopped firing and she began to drift.
“Helm, get us 500 km from the command ship and line up to fire our last 2 avalanche torpedoes.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir, 500km bow towards the enemy” the helmsman repeated
The Captain called down to tactical ” Nana, We’re positioning the ship to line up the front tubes and we’re going to kill that bastard. Stay on the line and fire on my order.”
“Aye Sir, we’re ready.” The XO answered
“Helm?” Captain Král asked
“ 3 seconds Captain.” the helmsman replied
Captain Král watched and as soon as he got the angle he wanted, “Fire Torpedoes!” he commanded
The whole bridge crew watched and waited for the impact. Both torpedoes struck amidships and tore massive holes in the hull. As they watched, lines of explosions traveled across the hull and began to rip the ship in half. The bridge crew let out a yell and the rest of the ship after the Captain had the information broadcast over the intercom.
“ Helm, get us the hell out of here. Maybe we can outrun the bigger ships and buy time to fix the FTL.” Captain Král ordered
But before the helmsman could act, there was a massive jolt.
“What the hell?” he yelled
A tech answered, “ We were rammed by a Naalx cruiser and several smaller ships are closing in.“
But instead of ramming the Roanoke, they launched breeching pods.
His finger stabbed down to open the intercom. “ All hands, Prepare to Repel Boarders! Security teams, tactical will relay their access position. “ He ordered
He pulled out his sidearm and checked that it was ready. Several other techs did the same, while his security detachment moved to defensive positions to watch the hatch.
“Target those pods!” Captain Král ordered but he didn’t need to say it, his gunnery crews were on it. Here and there a brief flash of light marked the destruction of a pod.
“XO, fire all remaining missiles. Pick your targets,” he commanded “All batteries, open fire.”
He left the tac net open to track the status of the enemy boarding parties.
He listened to the cacophony of noises coming over the tac net.
“Security team alpha to section 7, level 3. Bravo team section 2 level 1, Charlie team section 12, level 5” Lt. Commander Ricci ordered.
“There’s too many, fall back to position 2…” an unidentified voice ordered
Another voice firmly stated, “Hold your ground, nothing gets past us.”
“Theta team down, a handful of Naalx heading for engineering!” a panicked voice exclaimed
And dozens of others just like it, always with the sound of combat in the background.
“Captain, more breaching pods en route!” a tech exclaimed
“Get me the Chief Engineer!” the Captain ordered
At the Chief Engineer’s response, he ordered “Detonate all sabotage charges except the main computer. Set that one on a manual trigger at my console with a 20-minute timer as a backup. And then set the reactors to overload, we’re not going to hold the ship much longer. And set a charge to breach the hull and decompress Engineering as soon as you are clear”
“Affirmative, Captain. She was a good ship” the Chief replied
Turning to his bridge crew, “Give the order to abandon ship. Have all the pods head for the station.”
The Captain called tactical, “Lt. Commander Ricci, all hands abandon ship. Get as many of them home as you can.”
“ I understand, Sir.” She answered, “I’ll see you at the station.” she said hopefully
“I'm afraid not, Nana. I’m the Captain and I’m going down with my ship.” he stated, “And someone needs to make sure they can’t shut down the overload.”
“Transfer all fire controls to my station and get the hell out of here.”
“Aye Sir, It’s been an honor” the XO replied
“The honor is all mine. You are going to make an excellent Captain. Goodbye my friend” Captain Král finished.
His bridge crew tried to convince him to go with them but he declined and ordered security to get them into the escape pods.
Then he sat and watched as his consoles began reporting each pod as it launched. He also kept an eye on his sensors and concentrated fire on any Naalx ship that was moving to intercept the pods. They knew better than to fire on them but nothing said they couldn’t capture them.
He also prepared a probe with all the ship logs and combat data and fired it toward human-held territory. It would run silently until it exited the system and then begin broadcasting a coded signal for pickup.
He was dismayed at how few pods had left the ship and regretted so many young lives had been cut short.
As he saw the last pod clear the battlefield, he sat back for a moment and then triggered the charge on the main computer.
A hard pounding came from the other side of the hatchway. But there wasn’t enough power to open it. He guessed the pinging on the door was them firing their lasers and trying to blast it open.
He wondered if it would work but a huge rumble, a bright flash, interrupted, and the long career of Captain Král was finally over.
News of the Roanoke’s final battle flashed across news channels on hundreds of worlds. Her courageous and foolhardy charge at a superior force. The damage she did to the Naalx fleet before her destruction. How, of the 1859 members of the crew that went into the battle, only 108 survived.
The videos taken from both sides during the battle played over and over again.
How the Naalx picked up all the escape pods and released them on the station immediately.
And even recovered the bodies of any human they found while gathering their dead.
Naalx losses were the command ship, 2 capital ships, 9 sub-capitals destroyed, and a dozen other vessels damaged in one form or another. Naalx casualties were over 50,000 dead
Only the Naalx’s immense respect for courage, audacity, and bravery in the face of danger kept the skirmish from blowing up into a war.
The Naalx rendered full military honors as they turned the Human dead over to Lt. Commander Ricci.
The Captain Král, A Grenville-class cruiser, was launched 2 years later. Captain Nana Ricci in command.
Authors note- I hope you enjoyed this story. It's based on a historical event. Which according to an idiot on youtube is plagiarism.
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They were finally returning to Terran Space for some much-needed refit and some R&R. But first, they were stopping at the Bateri space station orbiting Emsar IV.
She would be meeting a Terran Union squadron to escort her prizes back to the Couster system. 4 freighters, a massive ore hauler, and a damaged Naalx corvette that answered a distress call sooner than expected.
The Roanoke was one of the new Grenville class heavy cruisers, faster and more heavily armed than the other heavy cruiser classes operating as part of a Terran Union fleet.
They were designed as solo raiders able to operate deep in enemy space, raiding enemy supply lines and facilities.
Their design included several newly developed systems, including a new style of radiator for dumping excess heat.
At 500 m long and painted black as night, she was very intimidating to see on visual screens and even more so at close range. Her CrCoNi (chromium, cobalt, and nickel) hull was covered in 12” of ablative armor covered in a black laser-resistant material able to reduce the effectiveness of enemy sensors and target locks.
The experimental Baxter radiators efficiently released excess heat into space but still left them exposed to radiation detection sensors.
Captain Josef Král had been hand-picked to command the Roanoke when she came into service 18 months ago. He was a popular officer with 20 years of combat experience on just about every ship in the Terran Union’s navy.
He’d also provided technical assistance during its design phase so his familiarity with the ship made him the best choice for putting the ship through her paces. This would be the very first voyage behind enemy lines as a raider.
And it’d been a rousing success, hitting targets deep in Naalx space as reprisal for Naalxian raids on Terran border colonies. The First Naalx-Terran war had devastated both species and left them vulnerable to outside forces. The war wasn’t won so much as winding down to a series of raids and counter-raiding. A gentleman’s agreement to prevent raids and border skirmishes from turning into another full-scale war and the earlier consequences.
And Captain Král was very good at approaching that line in the sand without going over it. Several centuries earlier he’d have been a Privateer sailing the oceans on Earth.
This even led to the revival of the old pirate movies of the 20th century but Captain Král preferred likening it to the submarine warfare of the first half of the 20th century. That didn’t stop his crew from giving him a robot parrot.
He claims to hate it but everyone knows he’s been teaching it his extensive vocabulary of curse words, in dozens of languages, that he loved it.
And if you call him out on him walking around with it on his shoulder, he’ll claim he was just humoring the crew.
Captain Král was relieved to see the Terran squadron had arrived before him and ordered his little fleet to dock. It would be good to be able to get off the ship and move around without weapons.
As Captain Král exited the ship, he was surprised to see Commodore Allen waiting for him. It’d been several years since he last saw his friend and previous XO. Taking his prerogative as a Captain, he skipped the formalities, shook hands, and gave Commodore Allen a friendly slap on the back.
“Mike? What the hell are you doing here? This is escort job is for a Lt. to do” He asked
“I was in the neighborhood and volunteered. I wanted to see this new ship of yours and it’s been too long since we got a drink together.” Mike replied
Captain Král took a glance back to his ship and wasn’t surprised to see his current XO, Lt. Commander Nana Ricci had the resupply well in hand.
With a big grin, Captain Král said, “Let me see to my guests and we can see if we can scandalize the ratings like we used to.”
Captain Král approached the waiting station manager. The Bateri bowed in the formal greeting of her people. Not having the tentacles needed to return the bow, he just saluted her.
“Greetings Captain Král of the Terrans, how may we be of service?” The Bateri asked.
“Greetings Ananu of the Bateri. We request the use of your services,” he replied, finishing the ritual greeting.
“I see you returned successful in your raiding,” Ananu said, “How many bunks will you need?”
Unsurprised that the Bateri knew his mission, he replied “ 72 bunks with 3 more for your med bay, if you have the room.”
One of the most important functions provided by the Bateri was allowing for the return of captives taken in raids. This helped to keep things calmer by freely releasing captives to limit the amount of bad blood created during the raids and conflicts.
Crates of supplies, ammo, missiles, and the various other things needed to keep the ship functioning were being transferred from the smaller Terran ships. With her weapon complement being only slightly smaller than a battleship, she could go through a lot of ammunition. Even without being in serious combat, he liked to run frequent gunnery drills. Some Captains would just let their tactical computers handle operating the weapon systems and just have the gunnery crews handle reloads. But some hard lessons taught him that having the gunnery crews able to take direct control, as needed, was essential. He preferred to use up as much ammunition as needed during training to save lives later in combat.
Seeing everything in hand, he walked back to join his friend for a drink. They caught up on the doings of old friends and Mike’s family, toasts to fallen comrades, and eventually to the Roanoke.
‘How did she operate on her first long-range mission?” Mike asked
Taking a moment to organize his thoughts, Captain Král took a sip of his drink. “She handled better than expected. The new engine behaved itself, surprising for being just off the drawing board, the Baxters were damn efficient.”
Taking another sip before continuing, “ We didn’t use the torpedoes or the turreted railguns in combat but the rest performed as expected. That Corvette didn’t stand a chance so we didn’t get a full test of all the combat systems.”
“Going by the number of munitions I brought with me, you’d think I was resupplying a battleship” Mike joked
“Just about,” Captain Král chuckled. “During the design phase, I had to argue for such an increase of armament.” “It seemed to take forever for them to get it through their thick skulls that we’d be out there all alone and couldn’t call for reinforcements.” “So I convinced them to put the 2 particle beam systems in the bow of the ship and give me the 4 torpedo tubes. They had no problem with the pair at the bow but they couldn’t figure out why I wanted a pair aft. I swear I thought about launching them out of a tube.”
“At least they were starting to get it when I up-gunned the turrets to carry two large railguns. They did get upset at wanting to put on a turret in the middle of the ventral side but were relieved I left the other turret on the dorsal side ahead of the command structures”
Commodore Allen asked,” From the glimpse I got as you docked, it looked like you doubled the usual weapon systems?”
“She still has them 10 secondary batteries but I went with dual medium railguns for them” Captain Král replied, “ I put 4 of the quad-mounted autocannons on each side of the ship.”
“ It should let us save wear and tear on the railguns when we catch unarmed ships or against incoming fighters.”
“ I understand and it also saves on missiles, which with 4 heavy and 8 medium is a lot of missiles to carry.” Commodore Allen replied.
“I’ve also heard you were running tests on a more powerful deflector array to do more than just protect against radiation and small debris. Like maybe actual shields that would work on anything smaller than a battleship?”
“Yeah but not with any success,” Captain Král answered, “Anytime we tried to go past the standard low-power output, it played hell with our sensors.”
It was at that moment when Captain Král’s wrist communicator beeped for his attention.
“Just a second Mike,” he said as he keyed the communicator. “ Král, go ahead”
The sound of Lt. Commander Ricci’s voice came through the speaker, “ Priority message from the bridge Captain.”
“ What is the message?” Captain Král asked, not liking the way Ricci’s voice sounded worried
“ Sensor buoy reports large Naalx fleet dropping out of FTL, 2 million km out,” Ricci reported
Commodore Allen gave Captain Král the same concerned look that he was sure was on his face. “How many?” The captain asked
Ricci hesitated for a moment before answering “37 ships with more arriving every couple of minutes.”
Commodore Allen swore
Captain Král looked at his friend, “How long until you get your crews and get out of here?”
Commodore Allen thought for a moment, “ Maybe 20 minutes at the minimum.”
Captain Král muttered to himself, “They’ll be here before that.”
Both men got up, signaled to any of their personnel in the bar, and started out the door. “I’ll buy you the time but I’ll need to undock as soon as I get aboard my ship, maybe I can catch them off-guard. “ Captain Král
Commodore Allen replied, “That’s a suicide mission, there are too many for one ship to handle”
“Yeah, I know, old friend but if I don’t then we all die.” Captain Král explained, “ Do me a favor, I’m going to send you my non-essential personnel, take them and those still on the station with you. Get them home.”
Reaching the hatch to the docking bay, both men stopped to shake hands. “Of course, Josef.” Commodore Allen replied, “But if anyone can find a way out of it, it’s you, my friend.”
After a final salute, both men parted ways to reach their ship. As Captain Král jogged down the docking bay, he sent orders for Ricci to send all non-essential personnel to Commodore Allen and asked if they had sufficient hands to man all combat stations.
Ricci’s reply reassured him, “ Aye Sir, most of the crew on the station are from the 2nd watch, and the few people from the first watch are non-essential.”
“Be ready to launch as soon as I get aboard.” He ordered.
He passed several members of his crew, en route to join Commodore Allen. He stopped to return their salute. At the disappointed look in their eyes, he told them. “I know you don’t want to leave the ship but the Commodore needs some real sailors to get out on time. You know how those logistic guys are. They’ll get lost trying to find their own bridge”
That look reassured them and after a final salute, they headed down the dock to join Commodore Allen
Captain Král reached the cargo ramp and started up it, calling Ricci and telling her to shove off and he’d be on the bridge shortly.
He sprinted down the corridor, leaping over the lower lips of the vacuum-tight doors.
“Captain on the Bridge!” rang out from one of the bridge techs. Aside from the guards and his XO, the rest of the bridge crew kept working. Nodding his approval at their knowing when to discard ceremony for action. He walked over toward his console before speaking.
“What do we have, Lt. Commander?”
Turning to face him, Captain Král could see just how worried she was. “Current count is 48 ships.” Touching the console’s keys to bring up a list of ships before continuing, “ 18 capital ships and a mix of sub-caps, still trying to ID them.”
“They’re just maintaining position for now.” Ricci finished, her voice slightly puzzled.
“They’re waiting for something or someone,” Captain Král answered the unasked question.
“How many crew did we leave behind?”
“641, Sir” the XO replied
“ Helm, are we clear of the station's shielding?”
“Almost Sir,” The helmsman answered.
“Thank you.” Captain Král returned.
Turning to another tech, he said, “Sound Battlestations”
“Sir,” one of his sensor techs spoke up, “We have 2 more ships arriving.”
“ Thank you, Ensign.” Captain Král returned
“What class are they?” Lt Commander Ricci asked
After looking at her monitor again the tech replied, “1 heavy cruiser and something much bigger, waiting for the computer to ID it.”
Captain Král moved to look over the tech’s shoulder before standing up and facing his XO.
“Fleet Command Ship” he informed the tech and his XO.
Lt. Commander Ricci replied, “What the hell is one doing out here?”
“Good Question.” he answered, “And now that the players are on the field, the game can begin.”
Bringing up the sensor information to his console, Captain Král pointed at the enemy fleet. “They haven’t begun to deploy into battle formation yet.”
“That could be our chance.” Raising his head to look at his XO. “If we jump now we can land close and surprise them. After we land, we drive into the center of their formation and head for that big bastard.” He explained
“But Sir, We haven’t fully tested the jump drive!” the XO exclaimed
“No time like the present, “ Captain Král joked
“We’ll let the railguns and autocannon crews pick targets of opportunity, while we engage the command ship with our particle cannons, heavy railguns, and torpedoes,” he stated
“What about its point defense system, won’t it pick off the torps?” the XO asked
“We’re going to launch all the Hammerheads at it. It should overwhelm the system and let the torps through.” He answered before continuing, “I’m going to save the heavy missiles for now.”
“You’ll need to calculate the launch time of the Hammerheads to hit the point defense system as close to the time for the torpedoes to sneak through.” he ordered, “ But not so far they take out the Hammerheads too soon and let them hit the torps but not so close they set them off either.”
Looking at his XO, “You better get down to tactical Nana, this is going to get ugly, and it’s best we split up.” Captain Král commanded
Exchanging salutes, Ricci simply replied “Aye Sir.” and started for the hatch. Just before stepping through, she turned and said, “Good Luck, Sir.
“What’s the status of the Commodore’s squad?” Captain Král asked
One of his communication techs spoke up, “ They need 10 more minutes”
“Let me know the minute they are clear.” Captain Král ordered
Captain Král turned to comms tech and ordered, “Intraship comms if you please ensign”
“Aye sir” the tech replied before turning to his console and speaking into the mic,” Now hear this, Now hear this. Message from the Captain.”
“ Well folks, this isn’t the fight I wanted but this is the fight we got” Captain Král started
“ I’m sure you’ve heard scuttlebutt about the situation but here it is. We are facing a superior force numbering 49 ships. And we need to give the Commodore’s squadron time to go to FTL and get the hell out of here.” he paused before continuing, “ The plan is to mix it up with the enemy at close range. They aren’t in battle formation yet so we can hurt them.”
“Good luck and let’s make them regret fucking with the Roanoke.”
The sounds of cheers came back over the speakers.
“Helm, are we clear of the station shielding?” the Captain asked
At the affirmative given by the helmsmen, he just nodded
Touching a button on his console, he asked, “Are you in place XO?”
“Aye Sir.” the Lt. Commander replied
“ As soon as we land, be ready to open up with the dual and quad mounts.” He ordered
The XO replied with an affirmative.
“Helm, at my command, jump between 25-50 km to the starboard of the fleet.”
“As soon as we land, hard to port and get us in the middle of them. Be ready for rapid maneuvers, maybe we can throw off their laser battery tracking systems. Might let us survive a little longer” Captain Král ordered. “Aye Sir” the helmsman replied
Taking a quick look around to make sure his crew was ready, he turned back to wait for the signal the jump drive was ready.
At the signal, he ordered “Jump”
He felt the ship lurch forward and shudder. It took less than 5 seconds to jump from the station to within the targeted range, but it felt like forever.
And then they were less than 5 km from an enemy battleship.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed the helmsman and steered to avoid it. Captain Král hid a moment of panic with a joke, “ Someone make note that the jump drive targeting system needs work.”
His joke brought a chuckle from his crew and got them back to focus on the taste.
Stabbing a button on his console, he ordered “XO, fire secondary batteries,”
There was nothing to see or hear from the massive volleys of the secondary batteries coming to life. But he knew the gun crews were already raining devastation on enemy warships. “Helm, Hard to Port!” he ordered, not tearing his view away from the main viewscreen.
Captain Král looked at his console at the images sent to the bridge from the various gun cameras.
He could see the flashes of light from projectiles hitting their shields. He watched as other high-velocity projectiles punched through their hulls. He could just make out the impact of the explosive-tipped slugs fired by the autocannons.
Captain Král turned back to the main viewscreen. “Hard to starboard!”
“Head for that big son of a bitch!” he ordered
The Naalx were slow to respond but they began to return fire with some trying to gain some distance to clear the line of fire of other ships. The helmsman’s evasive maneuvers were also giving the enemy’s gunners fits from repeated misses.
But the damage sensors on the armor told of an increasing number of hits as the Naalx began to respond in an organized manner. The resistance coating reduced the damage from the Naalx laser batteries but didn’t completely nullify it. “Helm, get me a clear shot at the command ship.” the Captain ordered
A bright flash to starboard marked the death of an enemy cruiser. Status reports listed 2 sub-capitals holed and venting atmosphere. Dead or damaged, they were out of the fight.
One capital ship was dead in space with another missing its bow.
5 down too damn many to go The captain muttered
He watched and waited, ignoring damage alarms and the occasional shudder as shots began to get through the armor and explosively decompress a compartment when they penetrated the hull.
He finally saw what he wanted, an unobstructed line of fire to the command ship.
His finger smashed down on the console button. “ XO, Launch Torpedoes. Take the gloves off the main batteries. Drop the hammer!”
He watched the glitter of the particle beams as they bridged the gap between the Roanoke and the Naalx ship. In a moment, he caught sight of the torpedoes' thrusters as they left the tubes and picked up momentum. Holes and brief explosions marked the impact of his weapons. But the sheer volume of Naalxian fire was beginning to take its toll. The armor was failing or had failed in over a dozen spots. 3 autocannon and 1 railgun mount were out of commission.
2 minutes after they launched the torpedoes, the sight of more than 100 Hammerhead missiles was marked by the flare of their drives. Another volley of Hammerheads was launched the moment new missiles were lifted into the racks.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, hold off on another volley for hammerheads.”
Checking his console, “Launch Shrikes at targets of opportunity with no shields, rear tubes target enemy capital ships and hope those torpedoes get through.” he ordered.
Multiple small explosions let him know the point defense systems were taking on the Hammerheads. And a moment later, a pair of massive explosions told him the nuclear-tipped torpedoes had hit their target.
“Captain, The Commodore’s squadron has escaped.” one of his techs announced.
“Thank you,” he answered
“Distance to command ship?” he asked
“ 250 km Sir” was the reply
“Helm, continue advancing on the command ship and pass her on our port side. We’ll give her a broadside and go to FTL after we clear.”
A tech from the damage control position spoke up, “Captain! FTL is down and jump drive is destroyed”
“Ahh hell’ cried the Captain.
“Damage report!” he ordered
“ Ventral turret destroyed, railgun mounts 2 and 5 destroyed, mount 9 damaged but functional. Autocannon mounts 11,13, 23 and 25 destroyed. Hammerhead launchers 3 and 8 destroyed.” The tech checked the screen before continuing, “ Explosive decompressions on decks 3 and 5. Explosive decompression in Med Bay. Ablative armor badly damaged and penetrated in around 20 spots. Engine #3 is down. Power unstable in many areas of the ship”
“FTL down, engineering needs an hour to fix. The jump drive is destroyed. Long-range comms are down” The tech finished.
“Casualty reports!” Captain Král ordered
A different tech replied, “249 dead, roughly 800 wounded with 327 too injured to fight.”
“Thank you.” he returned. Doing the math in his head he had just over 1300 combat effective and 482 of those were his Marines, the other 18 were left behind.
After thinking a moment, “Helm, same course as before but since we can’t go to FTL, circle to the aft of the command ship and lessen the incoming fire for the moment”
Looking over to the comms tech, “ Get me the chief engineer on the horn.”
Tapping the switch on the console, he called down to tactical. “ XO, I’m taking us around to the aft of the command ship and play peek-a-boo.”
“We’ll pass on her port side and I want a broadside from all batteries that can hit it and launch half the Shrikes we have left at it.”
“After we get to their rear, target enemy aft batteries, I want them all hunks of twisted metal.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir.” Lt. Commander Ricci replied. “Ammo count update Sir.”
“Go ahead,” he replied
“Only the two forward tubes are loaded, aft tubes empty, railgun and autocannon are down to 30%. Dorsal turret is at 10% but they are working on transferring surviving ammo from the Ventral turret.
We can launch 4 more full racks of Shrikes and 5+ Hammerheads.” She finished
“Understood. Thank you” Captain Král replied
“Captain, Chief Engineer on the line” a tech relayed
“Route it to my console,” he ordered
“ I need you to place charges on the computer core, all the experimental equipment, engines, and fire suppression control. If we go down, I don’t want them getting a damn thing but blood and pain.”
“Aye Sir.” The Chief replied.
Captain Král turned back to watch as the Roanoke passed the command ship to port. He watched as massive explosions rippled across the enemy flank and dorsal surface. They were too close for the point defense to pick off the majority of the Shrikes.
As the Roanoke got behind and slightly below the enemy command ship, she slowed and allowed her surviving batteries to silence the command ship's aft batteries.
Captain Král called down to tactical, “XO, fire half our remaining hammerheads into her engines.”
“Affirmative,” replied the XO
Captain Král watched as the hammerheads impacted the command ship’s engines and saw the thrust nozzles dim as the engines went offline. The enemy batteries stopped firing and she began to drift.
“Helm, get us 500 km from the command ship and line up to fire our last 2 avalanche torpedoes.” Captain Král ordered
“Aye Sir, 500km bow towards the enemy” the helmsman repeated
The Captain called down to tactical ” Nana, We’re positioning the ship to line up the front tubes and we’re going to kill that bastard. Stay on the line and fire on my order.”
“Aye Sir, we’re ready.” The XO answered
“Helm?” Captain Král asked
“ 3 seconds Captain.” the helmsman replied
Captain Král watched and as soon as he got the angle he wanted, “Fire Torpedoes!” he commanded
The whole bridge crew watched and waited for the impact. Both torpedoes struck amidships and tore massive holes in the hull. As they watched, lines of explosions traveled across the hull and began to rip the ship in half. The bridge crew let out a yell and the rest of the ship after the Captain had the information broadcast over the intercom.
“ Helm, get us the hell out of here. Maybe we can outrun the bigger ships and buy time to fix the FTL.” Captain Král ordered
But before the helmsman could act, there was a massive jolt.
“What the hell?” he yelled
A tech answered, “ We were rammed by a Naalx cruiser and several smaller ships are closing in.“
But instead of ramming the Roanoke, they launched breeching pods.
His finger stabbed down to open the intercom. “ All hands, Prepare to Repel Boarders! Security teams, tactical will relay their access position. “ He ordered
He pulled out his sidearm and checked that it was ready. Several other techs did the same, while his security detachment moved to defensive positions to watch the hatch.
“Target those pods!” Captain Král ordered but he didn’t need to say it, his gunnery crews were on it. Here and there a brief flash of light marked the destruction of a pod.
“XO, fire all remaining missiles. Pick your targets,” he commanded “All batteries, open fire.”
He left the tac net open to track the status of the enemy boarding parties.
He listened to the cacophony of noises coming over the tac net.
“Security team alpha to section 7, level 3. Bravo team section 2 level 1, Charlie team section 12, level 5” Lt. Commander Ricci ordered.
“There’s too many, fall back to position 2…” an unidentified voice ordered
Another voice firmly stated, “Hold your ground, nothing gets past us.”
“Theta team down, a handful of Naalx heading for engineering!” a panicked voice exclaimed
And dozens of others just like it, always with the sound of combat in the background.
“Captain, more breaching pods en route!” a tech exclaimed
“Get me the Chief Engineer!” the Captain ordered
At the Chief Engineer’s response, he ordered “Detonate all sabotage charges except the main computer. Set that one on a manual trigger at my console with a 20-minute timer as a backup. And then set the reactors to overload, we’re not going to hold the ship much longer. And set a charge to breach the hull and decompress Engineering as soon as you are clear”
“Affirmative, Captain. She was a good ship” the Chief replied
Turning to his bridge crew, “Give the order to abandon ship. Have all the pods head for the station.”
The Captain called tactical, “Lt. Commander Ricci, all hands abandon ship. Get as many of them home as you can.”
“ I understand, Sir.” She answered, “I’ll see you at the station.” she said hopefully
“I'm afraid not, Nana. I’m the Captain and I’m going down with my ship.” he stated, “And someone needs to make sure they can’t shut down the overload.”
“Transfer all fire controls to my station and get the hell out of here.”
“Aye Sir, It’s been an honor” the XO replied
“The honor is all mine. You are going to make an excellent Captain. Goodbye my friend” Captain Král finished.
His bridge crew tried to convince him to go with them but he declined and ordered security to get them into the escape pods.
Then he sat and watched as his consoles began reporting each pod as it launched. He also kept an eye on his sensors and concentrated fire on any Naalx ship that was moving to intercept the pods. They knew better than to fire on them but nothing said they couldn’t capture them.
He also prepared a probe with all the ship logs and combat data and fired it toward human-held territory. It would run silently until it exited the system and then begin broadcasting a coded signal for pickup.
He was dismayed at how few pods had left the ship and regretted so many young lives had been cut short.
As he saw the last pod clear the battlefield, he sat back for a moment and then triggered the charge on the main computer.
A hard pounding came from the other side of the hatchway. But there wasn’t enough power to open it. He guessed the pinging on the door was them firing their lasers and trying to blast it open.
He wondered if it would work but a huge rumble, a bright flash, interrupted, and the long career of Captain Král was finally over.
News of the Roanoke’s final battle flashed across news channels on hundreds of worlds. Her courageous and foolhardy charge at a superior force. The damage she did to the Naalx fleet before her destruction. How, of the 1859 members of the crew that went into the battle, only 108 survived.
The videos taken from both sides during the battle played over and over again.
How the Naalx picked up all the escape pods and released them on the station immediately.
And even recovered the bodies of any human they found while gathering their dead.
Naalx losses were the command ship, 2 capital ships, 9 sub-capitals destroyed, and a dozen other vessels damaged in one form or another. Naalx casualties were over 50,000 dead
Only the Naalx’s immense respect for courage, audacity, and bravery in the face of danger kept the skirmish from blowing up into a war.
The Naalx rendered full military honors as they turned the Human dead over to Lt. Commander Ricci.
The Captain Král, A Grenville-class cruiser, was launched 2 years later. Captain Nana Ricci in command.
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