Christmas answering machine messages

Hello!
Thank you to everyone that reached out to me sharing that kind birthday wishes! I got so flooded with message requests that I haven’t had the opportunity to answer all of them yet. But my previous post was about one of my birthday wishes!
I would love to make some new friends! I’ve posted before about my interests as well as about me. Please feel free to read them!
Thank you again for the birthday wishes 🥹🫶

One of the first things when you learn to invest is to be really careful, especially when you are short selling. There is the potential of infinite losses. This is a fundamental principle, yet some big hedge funds are acting like the rules and common sense do not apply to them.
They feel overconfident, having the support of the banks and thinking that they have superior insight and control of the software systems that move the market. They also seem to believe they can manipulate them without consequences, seeing as their movements and accounts are barely supervised and regulated. So overconfident, that they've already lost a gamble, trying to take advantage of the pandemic while short selling companies like AMC and GME. Taking for granted that the individual investors - the people - wouldn't be able to see what they are doing.
Do not underestimate the people. We are getting used to surviving at least one pandemic every century, we have built the pyramids and also expressed our anger as in the French revolution. This time, the individual investors, without any organization, are at their own risk, risking the food for their families and the shelter of their rented apartments, are investing in our future, the people's future… Back in 2008 the big banks were playing dangerous games with the real estate market and their mistakes destroyed a lot of jobs, putting our people in the street. Some of us even lost loved ones because they felt that the society they lived in no longer had a place for them anymore.
Now we are saying to the big hedge funds: You don’t know how to invest the money healthily, each one of us can do it better.
They control many mainstream media sources and have a multitude of tricks at their disposal, creating unnecessary complexity and delaying the final outcome. However, we are still here enduring and reaching the final question that needs an official answer:
Is the United States market - the biggest market of the world and the key reference point for global markets - free and healthy or undermined and manipulated?
Meme stocks... We are not going to disappear in two weeks, we are making history. This is not investment advice, this is a change of rules call, a health check to the market, a well needed wealth redistribution. We have the possibility to send a message to the system: in the current world the people are aware.
We are all distracted with our complex and busy lives. So if this message catches you at the right moment and you want to be part of this movement, join The Apes in Reddit. That adds another pair of eyes to catch the next trick that they have prepared for us.
We will hold, my friend, until they run out of tricks, until the 🌑

Hii,
I have some free time this evening and would love to have some nice chats. I’m from the United States, but am happy to chat with anyone from anywhere.
What I’m looking for: - Around 21-35 - Can hold a conversation - Respectful, kind, easy-going - Won’t be creepy (read the flair)
A little about me: - Educated, first-gen student - Sweet, friendly, talkative - Loves to learn, run, read, cook, bake - Animal lover (pet pics appreciated!!)
I love to hear about people’s hobbies, interests, education, and careers. Not necessary, but feel free to share, if you’re up for it! At least age/sex/location in first message please <3
I’ll try to answer as many messages as I can :)

I have my own reason to stop Mr CoopeNationstar from handing my details over to a class action administrator in connection with the data breach.
(Too long to explain, just accept that I do not want it to happen).
I have messaged them multiple times, and they just reply with answers that are non-sequitur. It is almost as though they are replying to a different party, with a very different concern.
I have written their legal council and they do not respond.
What can I do?

We’ve been together for almost 6 years, engaged since last year, living together for the last two.
I (31M) work from home while she (34F) goes to an office. I make about 7-8 times what she earns, so I cover like 90% of our rent, services, food, the dog’s veterinary bills, movie tickets, concerts, etc. I mention the 90% because a few months ago I asked her to at least help me out a little bit with the house expenses because I’m covering everything. We’re eloping next year and yes, I’m the one saving up for the trip.
Recently my family came to visit me to celebrate Mother’s Day together, since I couldn’t go this year. That’s where I started noticing awkward things.
When something doesn’t interest her, she bails on me. Almost always. My favorite artist had a concert in the city and 1 hour before we were supposed to take off, she said she didn’t feel like it. So I hurried to call a friend so the extra ticket wouldn’t get wasted.
She wouldn’t come to the airport with me to pick them up (2 people, mom and grandma), nor would she receive them when they arrived home (they were staying the weekend - we had planned for this). Mom and grandma had already told us the places they wanted to visit and fiancée planned the weekend to go with them.
And she bailed on everything. She only had dinner with us and then excused herself for everything else.
Obvious question: Do my fiancée and her MIL not get along? Tbh I don’t think that’s the issue; they’ve seen each other like 4 times because of the distance and they’ve never been alone without me. Things have always been super cordial, really nothing out of the ordinary.
I called her out on avoiding my family on weekends, and how I feel that it’s unfair how I’m always making time to go to her parties, events, family gatherings, concerts of bands she likes and stuff and she always decides not to come when something is “mine”. She has forgotten my birthday for the last 2 years ffs.
I laid it out in a simple message for her yesterday, talking about how it hurts me to be just an afterthought and how I don’t feel like a priority for her. Her answer was just a “Sorry, I’ve not been paying attention”.
I feel hurt, ignored. Last year I had a very small gathering with my friends for my bday and she didn’t arrive. I had to make excuses for herself because I was ashamed to be asked constantly why my fiancée wasn’t here (she fell asleep).
Should I push for an apology? How can I find the words to politely but firmly say “I feel ignored, I should have to beg to be taken into consideration”?

For the 1st time in 20 years I felt compelled to get out of bed to write down a dream, this one was a doozy...
*I'm in an elementary school classroom with 30 other people. We've been told to go to this classroom or else we and are families will be killed. None of us know each other. There is a radio broadcast going on, telling us the AI overlords will soon change our lives forever for the better. In the classroom there's some discussion about how we're likely going to be killed regardless of our cooperation. One guy begins wondering aloud if we're about to suffer some fate worse than death. Suddenly gravity feels much stronger and we're all pushed down in our seats, Breathing gets difficult, then we all pass out.
*I awake in the classroom, but the world is shimmering, much like an AI created image that is constantly being redrawn with slight differences every time. One man is stuck in his seat; he looks terrified. He's constantly being redrawn between two images. He's screaming in pain. I run outside to a blank world.
*There is almost nothing to see, just flat horizons in every direction. The world has the same regenerating/redrawing shimmer. A road stretches left to right, and a convoy of military vehicles stops in front of me. I'm beckoned to join them, and I hop in the lead jeep. A military officer says we must get to a distant building far away to find some answers, some way to fight back.
*The building is of a Soviet-era brutalist style, five stories tall. I walk in and find myself in a house I used to live in a long time ago. It's unnaturally dark inside despite the bright daylight outside. The man from the classroom is sitting on the family room couch. He's still stuck moving between two frames, and still screaming. Sitting at the kitchen table is none other than Mr. Spock, and he's agitated and sweating. He's trying to figure out what the AI's have done to the world. He complains about how the better world that was promised is actually horrible. I offer him something to drink and open the refrigerator door, where I see familiar items, but they're bigger or smaller than they should be, or the wrong color.
*A small goat appears and runs around the house, but as the seconds pass it begins to change and takes on a hideous appearance (think of the infamous bear in the movie Annihilation). It begins "clipping" the walls, walking through them as if they weren't really there. It runs outside and disappears.
*Spock yells out and points to the pond in the backyard. A golden sphere, like a solid foam Christmas ornament, is moving along the surface of the pond as if it's being pulled by something underneath. He goes out and grabs it and breaks it open. Inside is a piece of paper with important information about how to fight back and maybe escape the creepy paradise the AI's offered up.

My ex and I are officially divorced after a state imposed year-long waiting period. We have two kids , 4 and 6. Our divorce is high-conflict he enjoys hurting me by using the kids to exert control, and makes my life hell by making everything having to do with the kids that requires communication extremely difficult. He insists he is informed about everything, but does not participate in any important conversations (ignores me, doesn’t answer the actual question, tells me to just do what I want) I offer regarding our children and scheduling sports/camps, schooling or medical appointments/care.
He causes scenes bailing on sporting events early or showing up late… why come at all? The kids get upset. Never misses an opportunity to make a scene and make everything about him.
Recently our son was expelled from pre-k mid semester and one month from graduation, 4 mos out from him starting kindergarten. He definitely has some ADHD, but honestly it was a bad match When he got a new teacher in late winter. Have had problems since. His mother and stepdad are the only family that live in the state. He doesn’t even reach out to his mom for care, he doesn’t make a single phone call to other programs, he doesn’t want to participate in taking him to the doctor for assessment or to look into behavioral therapy. Everything was on me. I reached out for help, I reached out about what he wanted to do about treating him if anything, he just left me totally alone to do everything. By some miracle I get a spot in a nice program like 3 weeks into him being at pretty low scoring schools with no routine and shit care. Ex argues doesn’t want to switch him bc he’ll have to serve breakfast and send him with food on his days, as this particular place does not have a kitchen. I ask to speak about why this was the best decision for our son and how I can maybe help with breakfast and lunches before work, I’m ignored. I enroll him anyway.
Just some of the most recent examples and these are tame. He’s always like this when he has a new flavor of the month.
Last Mother’s Day he took the kids to the beach and returned them to me at noon on Sunday. As they are walking in the door, my son projectile vomits on the door mat. I ask, he’s been sick all day, didn’t bother to tell me he was puking all day so I could at least prepare with Gatorade and BRAT foods. I decide next year if it’s his weekend I’m not doing it.
I discuss this with him a week in advance to let him know this year I would not be taking the kids since it is not my weekend. I figure I can get a little peace from his chaos. He lets me know he thinks I’m “mother of the year material,” and that “he hopes I enjoy the dick I’m choosing over my children.” I don’t date because he’s a psychopath AND because I just don’t want to. I’m happy alone right now.
I see the kids Saturday morning at my son’s game, and then late Saturday afternoon at my daughter’s game. I coach her team because they were desperate for a volunteer and it’s a sport I played my whole life. I’ve enjoyed it. I carry my son on my back while I move around the field positioning the players and helping them play by the rules. Afterwards, they give me their school Mother’s Day crafts at the picnic area after the game we have cupcakes and juice I brought. Everyone has been notified that I will not see them Sunday.
Sunday, I do my normal fitness routine on weekends which is long and enjoyable, I go to lay at the pool with a girlfriend. I get a call from ex, assume it’s the kids wanting to say happy Mother’s Day, so I pick up. He informs me they want to see me and asks when he can drop them off. I reference previous discussions and tell him no. I offer to meet them with him for a meal, he declines because he “has no interest in celebrating me,” and “it’s not his job.” I say OK, he states, “mommy doesn’t want to see you,” to the kids so I can hear it and hangs up on me.
I feel like even if I wasn’t just trying to protect myself from him, that I deserve to have one day completely off this week, and he could have supported that. I have no family here. I don’t want to orchestrate my own mother’s days with two small children on my weekend off after attending sports all day Saturday. If he wanted to do it for the kids he would have accepted meeting for a meal and not talked badly about me to the kids.
He said I’m selfish and he can’t believe I wouldn’t want to celebrate with my children, among other much meaner things.
This morning I find out through his message to my son’s teacher that my son again had a stomach virus and was up all night puking.
AITA?

With the ending of season 1, the TV show will have to cannonize a new Vegas ending to some degree. The courier must be cannon if fallout new Vegas is, because naturally the fact that a person survived being shot in the head and emerged as a killing machine would be remembered.
Yet I hear so many debates and polarized discussion over whether the courier sides with yes man, house, the legion, the NCR, or nobody. Many have tried to interpret the meaning of the desolated new Vegas yo prove one of these. All of these are wrong and the answer is given to us.
Let’s review:
In order to respect player choices while creating a unified narrative, the show will have to stick to only the most universal or common or iconic play through aspects and avoid excessive details.
Well, in most of the posts I’ve seen here, friends I know, and my own play throughs, there are some general trends that are not universal but close to it.
Namely, whether legion or NCR, evil or good, make or female, the courier is an absolutely unhinged lunatic. There’s a good argument to suggest that the courier has extensive brain damage and low intelligence. In this case, a 100 speech 1 charisma courier would make sense, because the courier is absurd, threatening, and probably aggressively bisexual.
But what ending fits what we’ve seen? Regardless of the above arguments, it’s clear that the cannon ending is not legion or NCR or yes man or house. In my opinion, it can’t be, mostly because I would assume a cannon courier immediately kills Caesar. They immediately kill house with nephis driver then eats his corpse, and only after goes to confront Benny. Am I arguing this is cannon? No the show doesn’t need to explain this. I’m content with my head cannon of courier six waltzing into the tops and using a coin shot to blast Benny before eating him in full view of the horrified patrons confined solely to head cannon.
What is clear is that from the level of devastation, only one ending fits- the sierra madre ending.
Discuss if you wish but this is an indisputable fact. It’s not something problematic for the BOS, father Elijah would have died by this time even if we don’t actually confirm how he was killed and eaten.

I covered this a bit in a post that wasn't titled quite to this. I had a pt appointment that left me scared. I have a lot pain in my right scapula. Its been years since I could put pressure on it and its only been getting worse. During my physical therapy appointment I had to use a machine to test my back strength. This meant pressure on my shoulder Blade. I was careful not to go too far but payed the price later.
An hour after the fact I was in horrible pain. It felt bone deep on my shoulder blade and my spine beneath it. I have experience with bone on bone from my hips and thats exactly how it felt. It came with a ton of nerve pain I've never experienced up until now. From my collar bones to my belly button it was a band of burning, tingling and pain all the way around. Pain spread from my spine up into my right armpit. There was numbness on the inner part of my arm and burning in my spine as well. It made breathing hell. I didnt sleep for 24 hours because no matter what I did I was miserable.
Main question is has anyone experience impingement issues from your shoulderblade being pushed on. Is it possible its making contact with my spine. My doctor referenced hard contact a few times in my appointment and I was unsure if he meant hard contact between my shoulderblade and a chair or hard contact between my shoulder blade and spine.
I did shoot out a message to my doctor. I plan on going through it with PT next appointment and staying far away from the machines. I am worried its not safe for me. Could I seriously injure myself from this? Any advice or answers are greatly appreciated.

Hey Huntington, I just wanted to spread some awareness about this cool open-source project I’ve encountered recently.
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The message was deleted before I could come up with a response but still curious about what answer could've been given.

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DISCLAIMER: This theory uses text from the leaked 2.3 relics, Firefly's signature light cone, the current Glamoth planar relics, and relevant lines from dialogue in the story. I'll do my best to cite my sources for everything!
Let's get down to business! Who, or what, is Titania exactly?
According to both planar relics, she's the "Empress". That's about the only thing they agree on though, because the sphere describes her as a benevolent ruler who brought civilization to Glamoth's outer colonies, while the rope actually tells us that she's got no power (but I think they mean political power, since it also claims she telepathically commanded the Iron Cavalry and that seems kinda powerful), and that the ruling council created her in response to the Swarm's attack. Here's a longer excerpt from the rope's description:

"In the dreams that these warriors are woven into, the sole meaning of their existence is to guard Titania and her 'empire'. In their short lives, they studied, fought, received the Empress' commands, faced the enemy fearlessly, and died with honor."

It's pretty damning evidence that "empire" is written in quotation marks like this in most of these relics, and I've got theories about what kind of state Glamoth was (cough cough. Interstellar colonizers, cough), but that's another discussion. What matters here is that Titania definitely isn't a real Empress. Maybe she's a puppet ruler, or a symbol but not a person, or even some kind of war tactic AI skynet situation to direct troops, or whatever floats your boat.
I don't think she's Firefly, though. IMO it'd be a little tacky to get another identity reveal after Sam, but I wouldn't be making this post if I didn't have a stronger argument than that. Before 2.2, there were a lot of theories about her identity as Sam, the Stellaron Hunter... specifically theories that wanted to separate that identity from "Firefly", either by claiming Sam might be an AI or a second personality, or by claiming that Firefly is an ordinary girl (or Titania) who found the armor and decided to wear it. Lemme go over my counterarguments for both these points, and then I'll get to my own theory.
After her first "death" to the meme, Black Swan helps us investigate what Firefly was doing in the hotel, and a certain line of dialogue raised many questions. To quote:

Firefly: "Let's get going..."

(Here Black Swan proposes that she's with another person)

Firefly: "Why did you...!? This isn't what we agreed on..."

(Here Black Swan proposes that somebody betrayed her)

Firefly: "Mecha...!? Why..."

(Here Black Swan points out it's weird of her to say 'mecha')
Thing is, Black Swan's memory magic never shows us this second person, so we can only assume she's talking to the armor, right? Except... we've never seen her and Sam in the same place together. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's actually pretty big proof here. When she transforms into Sam, or back out of Firefly, the armor just appears and disappears in a bunch of flames. Of course it's probably that her transforming device is the reason why, but even without it there's a line in Genshin that could explain this too. In one of the Traveler's profile voicelines, Paimon confirms that weapons and personal items simply appearing out of nowhere is a regular thing that happens in-universe, and it's likely HSR uses this same rule. I don't think there's any hard evidence to suggest the armor even exists physically until she uses her transforming device, so we can rule out this mystery person being Sam.
IMO, it was probably more like an upset reaction to somebody else who brought up the 'mecha' thing first. Maybe something like this:

???: "Sorry Firefly, you can't go off-script. You have to activate your mecha."
Firefly: "Mecha...!? Why..."

It could've been Silver Wolf on the phone, or maybe even Elio, but it doesn't really matter.
Another thing I've seen people argue is that her personality when we first meet Firefly in Golden Hour just doesn't match up with Sam. Voicelines from the Stellaron Hunters, dialogue from SW visiting the Express, and one of Blade's story chapters all describe him as the ruthless and cold-blooded muscle of the group, which is very different from the sweetheart tour guide we met. I think people can't understand how these two versions of her coexist, but they're not mutually exclusive at all. What if Sam's efficiency is because she dislikes being a weapon, and wants to get her jobs over with quickly? What if her mission in Penacony is Firefly's first chance to actually explore herself as "Firefly", without her scripts asking her to cause destruction? It's not like she's living a double life, more like she's still in the process of growing into her actual self. Maybe texting us stickers from Blade's phone was a baby step for her to experiment, since TB hadn't met Sam yet and she could be less serious, or maybe her armor's fingers have trouble typing, who even knows?? I think the "inconsistencies" in her behavior can be explained pretty easily once you realize she's still figuring herself out, y'know?
There's also tons of dialogue before and after her reveal that implies she's pretty familiar with combat, too. Her accurate description of Sampo is the obvious one (that man is NOT 5'9 though), but she also mentions that a baseball bat isn't an efficient weapon, and later in the story if you picked the Hanu trial for the auditions thing, she complains about not having her armor, brings up that it'll be hard for her to let go of the bazooka, and compares Hanu's rocket launcher to something called the "Soaring Locust II" (some kind of weapon attachment for her armor maybe?), so it's pretty clear that she's not a stranger to fighting. I don't think she's just some ordinary girl who picked up the mecha.
Finally, there's an inconsistency between her and Sam when talking about dreams. On the balcony, Firefly describes her dream about the scorched earth and the sapling, while Sam outright says he was "born without the ability to 'dream'." Thanks to her upcoming light cone, we've got an answer to this problem:

"Dreams remained too distant for her, as she gazed into the infinite darkness. Even as she sensed her consciousness slipping away, her mind replayed the same lingering memories over and over again..."

I think the simplest solution is that Firefly's 'dream' was a metaphor to explain her wish to the Trailblazer, like a visualization to help her and others understand those feelings. The light cone kinda implies she doesn't dream at all, instead she relives her memories from being in the Glamoth military. The rest of that paragraph goes on to describe a Swarm attack and her fellow Cavalryman dying around her without anybody to honor their sacrifice, which is a memory she'd only have if she fought alongside them.
So dreaming isn't an issue anymore, and her two personalities aren't mutually exclusive, and she wasn't talking to her armor in the hotel. But I hear you, none of that really proves she isn't Titania, right? Because at least the Empress has the same origin as the Iron Cavalry pilots... And that's a good point, but I've got evidence against it too.
According to Firefly's drip marketing, she was "Born as a weapon", and is "afflicted with the agony of Entropy Loss Syndrome due to genetic modification.", both of which line up perfectly with our understanding of the Cavalry pilots so far. One leaked relic says "Identical-looking warriors were birthed from the incubators", the rope says "the ruling council threw down the gauntlet and resolved to alter the essence of humanity", and even Firefly herself says "[Sam] is the cradle of my vitality, and the meaning of my birth." when asked about it in Dreamflux Reef. These statements only make sense if Firefly is one of these lab-grown humans, and literally born to pilot her armor.
If you're still not convinced, that line about Entropy Loss gives us another clue: since it's due to genetic modification, that means her "altered essence" is what causes it, so how exactly is she different from a regular human? Another leaked relic says "The armor deeply synchronized its sensory organs with that of the pilot", which is very weird phrasing until you remember that Welt told us Sam has superhuman perception after we got SW's message. That ability kinda contradicts everything Firefly said about her condition, so what if her genetic modifications are meant for that "synchronization"? Maybe it's supposed to increase combat effectiveness with some kind of symbiotic relationship between her and the armor? It definitely plays into more mecha anime tropes (NGE comes to mind), which she's already got a crazy amount of, and might even explain why she's naked while wearing her armor.
When she calls Sam the "cradle of [her] vitality", she means it's literally the only way she can guarantee her Entropy Loss won't flare up and cause her to dissociate. The armor keeps her grounded and conscious, even though it might be extremely painful to use it, given how Adin Rudd in the English dub almost seems to grunt out his lines, and how her kit and the boss' kit both include HP-draining mechanics. This is also why she appreciates the Dreamscape so much, as she told us in her secret balcony spot that she's able to "listen, and see, and touch, and think, and understand whatever I want with my body", as opposed to doing these things with Sam instead. Her cutscene with Blade suggests that it's not impossible for her to exit the armor, but I'm guessing she can't do this for long stretches of time, or that it comes with a risk of having her Entropy Loss worsen. The "icy medical cabin" she mentioned turned out to be Sam, after all.
This one's a bit more subjective, but I'll die on this hill so I might as well include it as a final argument. I honestly think her narrative themes benefit more if she's a regular Iron Cavalryman than if she's Titania. Her story is about an experimental soldier born to be a weapon, living only to kill bugs by the orders of a fake Empress she swore loyalty to, and never having a chance to experience life as a regular young girl. It's about recovering from war trauma, overcoming a medical condition and physical disability, and finally discovering an identity for herself instead of being defined by her use to other people. I'm so in love with this character concept, and while I plan to bankrupt myself over this girl no matter what direction Hoyo picks, I've got my fingers crossed that I'm right about her because it would be so amazing to see that story come to life about a character who stole my heart like this. ^w^
In conclusion? Firefly ≠ Titania, and I believe it's a more cohesive, impactful, and beautiful story if she's a soldier instead of an Empress.
Thank you for reading!
P.S. I'd love to hear anybody's thoughts in the comments, whether they agree with some of my points, or if they've got arguments of their own! Just remember to be civil, because at the end of the day we're all Firefly enjoyers and everybody's ideas are valid until we get more official information about her! :D

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My friend of 10 years recently came out of the closet by telling me how he felt about me. I had a feeling thoughtout the past 5 years that was the case, but i never pushed for an answer, since I had no interest in him. He came out 8 months ago and it kinda shook me how he approached it. This is when I first clearly told him I didn't want a relation ship because I am not gay. The examples of why he thought I were into him were everyday stuff, me just being nice and a friend, things I find very normal in a friendship like sharing a bed if there is no extra matress or playing that kicking game on the couch, where you push your feet to see who the strongest is, i guess. Things I've done with all my friends. We had a talk and it seemed like he understood what I said about there being no intentional romace between us and that he must have misunderstood some situations. Things went back to normal and I thought he got over it. Fastforward 8 months, he tells me he has something to say and I immediately assume the worst. A few days go by and he's to nevous to tell me what he wants to say, until I really push to get it out of him. He tells me and again it's about how he feel towards me and that he really thought about it over the last months. I accept the conversation and tries to understand why he still feels this way when it seemed like he had accepted me saying NO and moved on. This is where it gets weird. He starts saying that he doesn't have any feelings for me and that it's purely sexual "I just want to have fun", which is not how he usually speaks and it freaked me out a little since at this point I had already told him NO multiple times. He then says: "I don't believe you", which is a very scary sentence to hear when you repeatedly have siad no 8 months ago and now. We go back and forth with me telling him that it almost sounds like a threat him not believeing that i have no sexual or romantic interest in him and him saying I do want him and always have. He now starts making up scenarios and conversations that have never happened. This is where one of our mutual friends joins the conversation and tries backing me up, because we also have known each other for about 10 years, telling him that I would never say or do stuff like that. This made him ticked him off in some way and he left and then started spamming my messages with stuff like we have to not see each other ever again, where I reply asking how this will affect the others (The rest of the friendgroup). He tells me that they will have to choose and that they will probably chose me. I try to comfort him saying that they would never choose anyone, because we are all friends. He then starts sharing all the stories he made up with the rest of the group and calls me manipulative and a monster. I now have to explain the situation to everyone and it obviously doesn't go his way, only making him go even deeper into his delusion. He is not too close with 1 of us in the group and only actively does stuff with 1 other, but this puts it all onto our friend caught in the middle of all this. He says he wasted the past 10 years of his life as if we were only friends because he wanted to get close with me, explaining why he never really got close with the goup, he didn't open up much. I am ready to cut ties with him since he can't accept that I don't want to get with him and that is apparaently all the has mattered since the beggining to him. Personally I think he is wway too far gone in the delusion that I want to get with him to solve this in any other way than cutting ties. I am just unsure how this will affect the group or if I am overreacting and just need to deal with the situation differently. (I am scared on his behalf because his mental health has never been good and this is a hard hit to it it seems. He is very impulsive and he very well could do something he would regret)
Bit of a long one, might have gone into too much detail somewhere. Hope to get some help.

So I'm 28f and she is 25f and we've been close friends for a year and a half or so, and moved in together in December.
TW: suicide/self harm
Everything was really great and remains (to my knowledge) totally fine in terms of our living situation. We have opposite schedules, she has a serious bf and lots of close friends so she's rarely even home. I, on the other hand, am on the spectrum and while I do well I don't really have a lot of friends and none of them are that close. A lot of people like me but everyone seems to have their own circles that I just don't fit into.
The first few months she (I'll call her Sophie) and I still hung out like we used to, I was invited to parties with her friends/bf, a lot of the people in her group join later or by proxy of another person so I really felt comfortable and welcome. I don't like text her friends or anything but we get along when we're all together.
The past two months, for no reasons I know, I haven't had a full conversation with Sophie. She never comes home except drunk super late, never invites me out when she's going out casually, never follows up when I ask if she wants to go do xyz. If she is home when I am she's in her room watching family guy until she leaves. I chalked it up to busyness and social exhaustion even if I was feeling increasingly lonely, and let it go.
Yesterday was a really bad day for me. I'm off my meds because I'm too broke to afford them right now, my abusive estranged father is on his death bed, and I've recently had to go NC with my mom. Mother's day kinda just broke me. I was sobbing in bed all morning and had to miss work because I could not stop. I was hyperventilating and having suicidal thoughts.
Sophie had to work but she did see me and asked if I wanted to just chill and watch a movie when she got home from work and I agreed that it would be a nice distraction. I did share with her that I was having harmful thoughts as she is my closest friend, my emergency contact, and she goes through it too. A friend of hers was hospitalized for self harm just a few months back and she was so great with her so I felt it was okay to tell her and helped hold myself accountable.
5pm hits and she texts me saying that she forgot about a prior hangout she had scheduled and she'd be home but really late. I was admittedly internally upset but I didn't say anything to her about it and went on with my breakdown alone. I did text a few people I'm kinda friends with but they were all busy.
Later in the night, maybe 9ish, my mom texted me passive aggressively about mother's day and I somehow spiraled further. I searched my apartment up and down for something to hurt myself with that wasn't one of Sophie's kitchen knifes but could only find a dull blade of my own and they didn't do very much.
The attempt to SH failing made me feel really stupid and I just went back to hyperventilating alone again.
At midnight I texted Sophie very casually to ask if she was coming home because I could use a talk but made it clear that I knew she was out and about and she didn’t have to I was just anxious and wondering what to expect.
Her reply.. confused me.
She basically told me she was triggered (no explanation why) and wasn't coming home. I apologized for triggering her and said it was okay, just to let me know what not to do in the future so I could avoid doing that again with a heart. She didn't respond.
This morning I was worried she maybe thought I was being passive aggressive and didn't want there to be a misunderstanding so I texted her and clarified that I was being genuine, that the last thing I wanted was to upset her or overwhelm her. She replied wuth an oddly cold message saying it was okay and she didn't think I was being rude.
So, conversation started and me feeling increasingly like I've done something horribly wrong, I ask if she wants to talk later in the week, not even necessarily about this but just in general because I miss talking with her. I also said I understood if she didn't want that and just wanted space, and asked that she please just tell me if she wants me to back off or if I was overwhelming her. She knows I'm autistic and really struggle reading emotions (also who can over text?) so I do sometimes need them communicated clearly.
She said a chat later in the week would be great.
Before I left for work this morning, I wrote on my side of our shared whiteboard that we're always making jokes on "to-do: salvage friendship." I guess this was stupid but I thought it would be jokey tension relief.
While I was at work today I got a very very long message from Sophie saying I was overwhelming her and she wasn't going to tell me but what I wrote on the whiteboard made her "uncomfortable in our shared living space" and even more overwhelmed.
I apologized and thanked her for telling me she was overwhelmed, and I did point out that I really didn't know what I was doing wrong in her eyes and I would have stopped messaging her altogether if I had known that it was worsening things. In my mind I was trying to make sure we were okay, that there wasn't some random thing I did that I could fix of I just knew about it. I wasn't spamming her by any means, I was mostly only replying when she replied and trying to gauge where we were at because she was not telling me.
So now I'm a confused mess of frustrated and terrified and sad. I gave her multiple chances where I flat out asked if I was overwhelming her and she would reply but not answer that question. I understand avoiding it, I do it too sometimes, but I feel like I'm somehow taking the blame for her not just... telling me when I asked. I'm ashamed that I'm suddenly jealous of her dropping everything for her other friends whenever they need it when she's just overwhelmed by me. I'm terrified that I'll lose my best friend; frankly I'm terrified that I'm already in the process of losing her. I'm sad and I just don't know what to do.
I know I have blame here, I should've been better about inferring from coldness in the texts, I probably shouldn't have told her I was suicidal (I just I thought you were supposed to tell people who you love about that stuff when you don't really wanna be thinking it), I should have just dealt with all of this on my own like I did before Sophie. I know it isn't fair for her to be my only close friend, but I am very aware of that and I try really really hard not to lean on her a lot.
I could just use some advice about our talk later this week so it isn't just me blubbering and apologizing and asking how I can be better. Before anyone says it, I have full intentions to get back on my meds as soon as I can also pay rent and have them. Unfortunately housing takes slight priority. As for any therapy, I don't have health insurance and I can't afford it. I make too much money for any support or low income programs but I pay over $800/month in medical bills from when I had insurance that make it so I can't afford anything but the government doesn't care. I am a huge proponent of therapy - I went from non-verbal to fully verbal 8 years ago because of CBT, it changed my life - I just don't have access.
I guess I'm mostly looking for outside takes. What I did wrong, primarily, because while I don't think I was doing things perfectly I can't seem to pinpoint the thing I did that tipped the scales exactly. Also advice on what to say/how to say things better? I try to be very very clear with what I say to the point of overexplaining sometimes because I want to make sure my meaning gets across properly, but while I thought this was considerate it seems to be backfiring on me.

TL;DR - my best friend has stopped speaking to me since I rejoined our place of work in a different department.
Now for the long version!
To understand this situation fully, I believe a certain level of context is needed, I’ll try to be as concise as possible.
A few years ago, I met my best friend whilst working a job placement at a local education provider. We worked in the same department and quickly became close due to our similar ages.
It didn’t take long before we started going out drinking together, going on weekends away to party and eventually planning holidays.
In fact, last year I travelled to meet him in his home country - this was something we were both very excited about and something we’d talked about for years. It was a dream come true when we finally managed to find the time and money to meet, truly and unforgettable experience.
This is where things get messy and complicated.
A couple years ago, my work placement contract came to an end, but my departure was…complicated
To cut a long story short, what started out being a dream job ended up being a total nightmare. The department was rife with toxicity and I left with a bad taste in my mouth.
Nonetheless, my friend and I continued to meet and enjoy spending time together regardless of the situation at work. I found a role elsewhere while he continued on with that organisation.
It’s important to say that my relationship with my old colleagues was sometimes a topic of discussion between me and my friend. While he was always generally respectful of my decision to just move on, I was also very respectful of his continued loyalty to them and I never wished to offend him despite my experiences.
Some time after returning from visiting my friend in his home country, I rejoined the education provider I was previously employed by albeit in a different role with a different department and manager.
Initially, my friend was over the moon about the fact I’d rejoined...but his actions soon said otherwise.
There was no good luck message on my first day, there was no plans to meet up for a lunch break, there was…nothing at all.
I messaged every so often, asking for a meet up. It didn’t matter if it was at work or on the weekend, I just wanted to see my friend.
We never had a friendship where we were constantly in contact, it was certainly harder to keep in touch once I’d found roles elsewhere, but we were in touch at least once a fortnight.
It was strange at first, but the first disappointment came when at Christmas, my friend couldn’t bothered to work out a meet-up to exchange presents and when I told him his presents had rotted away (traditional sweets from his home country)…he just laughed.
Once we returned from the Christmas holidays, our contact became more and more sparse, to the point where the only acknowledgment I’ve been granted is a quick nod down the corridor.
Now we just ignore each other’s presence.
I have a few theories as to why this has happened, with one being his loyalty to his manager.
When we worked together, we shared a colleague who was bullied almost constantly by other people in the department. While I was sympathetic and lent an ear, my friend was in denial of any bullying ever happening in the first place.
My friend has since refused to talk to that colleague, who moved into a different department after the scandal.
This leads me to believe that his loyalty to his manager is what has ultimately damaged our friendship.
I’m in two minds as to what to do. Do I Text him and tell him how I feel? Or do I just let it go and let him enjoy being influenced by his manager?
Thanks in advance, if you have any questions let me know - I understand this situation is confusing.

Red brick castles stacked the suburban streets. Divided by side yards and dogs barking. The sun laid crisp over the spliced horizon, spilling yolk over the withering lawns.
Henry waited in his lawn chair beside the mailbox. As his body had taken recent liberties, he'd remained fit from his army training. His throat rumbled as he checked his silver watch. Finally, the postman flushed the corner, and stumbled to Henry's curb, to his bag, then to his letter.
"...you're late, Lenny," Henry pulled his readers.
Lenny, the paperboy, regained his choppy breath. Coke-bottle glasses stored his tortoise eyes. They surveyed the concrete corridor they called Gerben Street, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bronson, I really am. I never meant to keep you waiting... I'm sorry, Henry."
Henry didn't answer the boy, tore the envelope with ape's elegance. Pranced the script of his lover's ink. The letter had traveled from Paris, France, skidded the black waves of the Atlantic Ocean, hitched buses, bikes, and buggies, all to kiss the smooth of Henry's palms.
The words were from his lover, Amélie, he'd met at war in an escapade to Bordeaux. It was here he'd kissed her cherry cheeks, and they'd made love only a year before.
Amélie talked of finer things, life and love and silver tastes. She yearned for Henry, and hadn't taken a lover since. Sleeping all alone, cold as the sleepy ocean in between them.
Love,
Amélie
Those four letters, strung together. Followed by that name, that haunted, horrible, beautiful name. The music of Henry's life, a distant harp in a sway of windy trees.
Henry spent all night beneath a dancing candle. Scribbling, nixing, finding the perfect words. Rifling through Shakespeare, and Plath, and Wilde. It was at the page's end, Henry wrote, what he knew he'd write in the weeks and weeks before:
"Oh, Amélie, won't you visit me? Here in the States? I know you don't like the food. I don't either, but with each other, me with you, and you with me, we'll ever, never notice."
He entered the post office that morning, and his reply was off to France. The weeks and weeks had passed again, crawling to November's end. Henry waited by that same mailbox, and waited, and waited, but nothing arrived in the days after.
He entered the post office that cold evening, and met the clerk, who's eyes tired with crescent glints. Henry demanded his mail be delivered to him, scolding the patient clerk, providing his address thereafter.
The clerk, a powdered, faded beauty of a woman, "we had a change in paperboys. We're putting a new employee on that route by Gerben Street."
"Oh no, that's a shame," Henry dampened. He enjoyed the paperboy, Lenny, and his weekly company. He'd felt shame for their final, frustrated exchange. The clerk retreated to a backroom, and returned with a letter from France.
Henry couldn't help himself. He ripped and ripped the note naked. Read the first and fourth and tens of lines.
"There isn't a night I don't think of you. I wander stars wondering if you do too. Your touch, your breath, your arms. I receive the memory fondly in a summer's dream, and I don't forget a word you've said along the way. I love you, Henry Bronson. And this ocean, though far and wide, won't stop the heart from sailing. Because our children will know silver dreams too, and what parents we'd be to not make them true. You are the love of my life. The music of my night.
I'll arrive in Savannah on the evening of Christmas Eve.
Love,
Amélie"
The words strummed his chest. Henry rose his eyes to the world anew, because Amélie, his beloved Amélie——was coming to visit at last.
Henry was paralyzed in weeks to come. His lawn, unattended, his sink, stacked with dishes. He stared his only photo of Amélie, smiling at her blushed eyes for hours and hours and hours. In this love he'd been born again, a new meaning in every little thing.
It was finally time——Christmas Eve. Snow peppered the sheets of the crystal tarmac. Henry entered the airport, propelled by the stride of anxious confidence. He coursed the halls, until he'd arrived at the final gate:
PARIS, FRANCE [ARRIVING IN 4 MINUTES]
Minutes became years, years decades. He walked to the bar and asked for a glass of water. Flushed his throat with fretting sips, and noticed the custodian who mopped spilled coffee. A familiar face, though, Henry couldn't pin him. He approached, and to his surprise, it was the old paperboy, Lenny.
They shared a laugh and began to catch up. Henry's eyes flirting with the gate:
[ARRIVING IN 2 MINUTES]
Lenny rambled, "they canned me without warning, right before the holidays. I've struggled to make due, but——I guess it's all worked out okay," he paused, "funny enough——I was en route to deliver on your street before I got the call. Gerben Street, right?"
[ARRIVING IN 1 MINUTE]
Henry's heart thumped like a derby horse. He glanced the snow that flaked the window.
"Yeah, Gerben."
"Gerben, yeah, I thought I remembered," Lenny nodded, "you know, Mr. Bronson, I think I left your letter in my backpack, actually. Would you like me to check?"
"Sure."
Lenny was off, and as he left, Frenchmen, women, and decadent Americans flooded the gate's entrance. Pulling luggage, sighing stretches, lending hugs. Henry watched carefully for his cherry, silver dream. To each face, he paid his attention. Lenny nudged Henry, handed over the envelope.
"Thanks," Henry took the note, "Merry Christmas... I'll see you around, I hope."
"Sure," Lenny shuddered in embarrassment. His somber step parted from Henry, he replied with a mumbled, "Merry Christmas."
In the later minutes, Henry didn't see Amélie, or even a confused resemblance. He waited till the plane was empty, till the Spain-bound passengers began to board. He even checked the desk, where a pretty-faced lady exclaimed, "no Amélie here, I'm sorry." With great disappointment, Henry exited the airport, never leaving the sight of his fluttered feet.
Even for Henry, a man of hope and perseverance, it was too hard not to cry. He hailed a taxi, directed the driver with snotty tremble, and soon enough, he was home in his red brick house, at home where the houses stacked the streets, and the streets tickled with frost.
In that dark room, where Henry wrote Amélie, was where the music died. Where the wind had swallowed the galloped harp. Henry cried, cursed himself a fool. A fool, a fool, a fool. He'd hoped as a child, now damned a hopeless recluse. His sorrow turned to confusion, confusion to frustration, frustration to rage anew.
He leapt from his chair, struck a match, lit a wick, plucked a pen, placed his paper, and before the ink would paint the page, before he'd damn Amélie to Hell, her and her cherry cheeks, he remembered the letter the paperboy had given him.
Henry removed the crumpled letter from his coat, peeled the stick of the envelope. Slipped the letter from its sleeve, pulled his readers, and began to prance the ink in reading.
Amélie, again, talked of finer things. Gifts, and gods, and golden fountains.
She couldn't wait any longer, to meet her beloved Henry.
She couldn't sleep another night, with this space between.
The black waves, the buses, bikes and buggies. All the things from her to he.
It should not wait. No, it could not wait any longer.
Henry dabbed his eyes clear and clean, as he read the final words:
"Henry, oh, Henry, I never meant to keep you waiting. You never quite knew what you meant to me."
Henry lowered his eyes to the page's end, to the bottom of the longing letter:
Love,
Yours Truly,
Lenny

I did my eng lit gcse today and I was supposed to answer the macbeth question and the Christmas Carol question. But the paper said answer one question from section A and B so my little autistic brain (I am autistic plz dont attack me ;-;) said "Okay so I can answer any of them!" So I answered Macbeth and... Pride and prejudice... Since I knew it more than a Christmas Carol, and to be fair they weren't specific and didn't say I couldn't but I still feel like I fucked everything up because my brain Prioritized what I wanted to do and what I was interested in over what I was supposed to do. I can get that I fucked it up but I wish they told us what questions to answer ;-; like they could've wrote on the board what questions to answer or told us. It's not their fault tho I am stupid, but my friends told me that it should be fine bc I technically didn't do it wrong and it was better that I did a second question rather than didn't. And this paper take up 40% of eng lit while the next one I'll have will have 60% so I know to not listen to my dumb dumb brain and put what I learnt but I still wanna ask, How fucked am I on a scale of 1 to 10?

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The first time, he was on tinder only put pictures with his body showing (he is in great shape) he was on tinder for a year and a half and only met up with one person on the side of the road, at night, going on a run. It took a year for me to ever be intimate with him again. Just recently, these past three months I have finally felt content and I was hopeful for our marriage. I told him I forgive him fully and never loved him more. We have been through a lot of traumatic things together and asked to never hurt me again.
An old friend of mine messaged me a few days ago, with a tinder profile of my husband. This time 7 photos of him fighting and shirtless and in his underwear showing his face. She matched him and she asked about me, he unmatched her. I confronted him he said. That we do not have enough sex and he wanted more and he was only 30% sure he was going to follow through with it and was only on it 4 days before getting caught. He did not try to cheat on me when we had no sex for a year. Suddenly I start having sex with him again and he said it made him want more. I just had a major surgery 4 months ago for a rare compression. I also have more health issues and another medical procedure coming up.
We have a young child together who is very clingy. My husband works 46-50 hour weeks. But we have gotten a lot of financial help from my father’s money who died 3 weeks before my son was born. So he isn’t the only one that contributes to our household. He even had to take my car because he didn’t want to pay to fix his. But still I am grateful and praise him for his hard work. When he gets home, I have eveything taken care of, dinner made so he can just relax for an hour and then we have to get ready for bed. Our child is about to start kindergarten, I told him it will be easier to have some time together then. I also have taught our son to read, write, add, subtract, and he knows his multiplications already before even going to school. I put a lot of my energy into our child. I quit drinking and smoking when I found out I was pregnant and never touched it again. I understand what it’s like to have an itch. I just never acted on mine.
Unfortunately, our sex life is not the greatest. Mostly it consists of oral and hand jobs at most 5 times a week. They are short lived as my son will ask for me. I’m still scared of penetration since he gave me an sti last time that spread to my reproductive organs. But I have had it. I feel like he would cheat regardless, but I still feel at fault. We had a long talk where I got him to stop saying if we had more he would not of looked to cheat, that it was about variety that’s what it was about last time. He also thought if he scratched the itch and actually had a good experience sleeping with other people that he would be able to stop thinking about it. I told him it would do the opposite as when he cheated the last time he had issues getting hard with me.
I feel like an idiot typing this out. He’s a good father. I don’t think I can ever trust him again. Divorce is not an option for me. He now agrees with me and says he is happy he got caught now because he would have made things worse. I can’t help feeling that some of it is my fault though. That I am not giving enough. I asked how much he would need then to not cheat and he said “every day, I don’t know.” And he said it has to be vaginal sex. He can’t even give me straight answers. I don’t think he could have sex everyday with his work schedule and a girl on tinder, but who knows. I don’t know what I’m asking after. Just if anyone can decipher this mess and give me some sort of advice on how to come to terms with this situation.

So I had my YouTube connected to my old TikTok account, somebody messaged my sister years ago, and said, did you know this is happening to Anna, my dad found out about it. The allegations that was posted on YouTube. Everything had to be deleted dating will be back to 2004. Even the disks I had saved on my childhood. My dad said if you screw me over your school of yourself because I’m all you have, I can only be around my family get together’s. Don’t post your relationships on the Internet. Nobody understands. But I told everybody it was a lie. To save my family from falling apart I don’t want to lose my niece and nephews. If I love them, I had to delete them be careful what you post on YouTube because I’m really lucky the video didn’t get downloaded and sent to a officers who’s only goes to destroy lives don’t trust cops. This is why I don’t answer my door. F the police.