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i wanted to play a modded playthrough of fallout 4 with some mods that would,
A. Change the scenery of fallout 4 to a more lively one, kind of how fallout 76 looks!
B. Changed the animations for the guns, to make them smoother and less static,
Some optional Mods I'd like to have would be
C. Change pip-boy to a different colour and or a different shaped pip-boy entirely!
D. New guns
C. New Armor
E. More settlement building options.
And maybe some more suggestions? if anyone could help me that'd be appreciated! i know the recent update for FO4 messed up tons of mods and its left me confused on how to use any,

I've been trying to ask Google this but I seriously cannot find a solid answer.
People always tell me I have a southern accent. I don't have the accent all the time, but sometimes it comes out quite strong and it sounds very natural. Maybe judging by this you'd think that I was from someplace near the south, but I've lived in the UK my whole life. What is the reason for this?

TLDR: Some background. I live in a city that has an artist's co-op. During the pandemic, we relocated to a wonderful location. We were asked by the President when we picked up our door fobs if we agreed to have our personal info/image on the website. I said no because I was stalked, and have PTSD because of it (for real). I am on disability for this and depression. I have not worked for quite a while.
Forward two years later. Another member of this co-op asked if I would sell her small work at the outdoor market I had arranged. Let's call her Joy. I said yes. Then to help me with the tent, I asked her to come with me. I said it would have to be only be her small work, because I had over 138 pieces. Six weeks later, the night before (to make this part very short), I asked her how many pieces besides the small works she was planning on bringing bc I saw her picture of a fully loaded car. (!) She replied Well just come out and tell me you don't want me to go! I thought very carefully about my response because she has a sharp temper often in the studio. My response was to tell her that she should do what she feels is best. You can just imagine the text fall out from that. She went off on me via text. Therefore, she did not go.
Weeks later, I am at the co-op on my scheduled night. She shows up (she knew I was there bc she saw my car). The second the last person left, she started to scream at me. She ran over from the other side of the room and stood above me. She was red and shaking her fists. I could feel her spittle on my cheek.
When she turned around I texted a fellow member to say I was in trouble. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I was in there for at least half an hour. The member talked me through it, said that she would have her bf call 911 if she was still there. I was sobbing and shaking. But she had indeed left.
Two days later, I went to the police. They told me that I had to go through the board at my co-op first.
At this point, at no time was there any bylaws posted or shared with any member. I got a copy from a board member though she apologized that it wasn't posted.
I did report it to the President. Her solution was to have a separate meeting with Joy and me at the guild. And I was told that I would have to sign something. The day before the meeting I hired a lawyer to accompany me because I no longer felt safe in that space.
The president commented that she had evidence that I was entering the space. I said that yes I was, but it was late at night (like 1 am) , and I would lock the door put a sign up with my cell number to call to be let in. I was told by my psychologist to do that (I have a letter stating that) bc of my ptsd. All the times that I did go in, not a single guild member ever showed up.
Within half an hour of sending that email, I was told I was kicked out immediately. It was cc'ed to all 90 members. They took two months to refund my fees and then didn't refund the correct amount.
One of the bylaws of this provincially funded co-op is that you cannot be a member in good standing unless you pay for the full six months. I have it on record that Joy bragged about only paying her fees monthly because the president was her bestie. I have text from another member who also only pays in monthly instalments.
It's coming up to almost a year. I am considering going to the human rights commission but I am not sure if this would be considered a violation. I did not go back to the police because I could barely take care of myself. I felt like I was retraumatized all over again. The president knew I had ptsd. Maybe she thought I was joking?
I hired a lawyer and she stated that what was done was against the Society's Act, but it would cost 10 000 dollars, so why not wait until the board changed? Now the president is the treasurer. Go figure.
Is there any point taking this back to the police? Is there any point in going to the Human Rights Commission?

Hi! My name is Korra and I’m a 4 year old female Calico mix. I am spayed and up to date on all my shots, thank you very much. I live in the Las Vegas area. I get along great with strangers, my dog siblings, and other cats (After I get to know them of course), not sure about kids though. I’m vocal and sassy when I want pets and absolutely love being pampered and loved on! Cuddly but on my time and am very picky with treats.
Now a little of my back story and why I’m looking for a new home. I live with my biological mom, my parents a rescued her when she was pregnant and they kept me(because I’m so cute of course!). So I’ve been with my parents since birth and they love me to death almost as much as I love them but of course I’d never tell them that. The only problem is, I have a ton of energy and unfortunately my parents work all the time. I also overheard them talking about a new baby growing in mom’s belly. My cat mom doesn’t like to play with me and is grumpy most of the time, boooo! So I get restless and bored :( I need a family that can spend a little more time with me and play! I’d do good as an only cat or with siblings that would play with me. I’ll probably be shy at first and a little scared but once I open up, you won’t regret it. Please let me know if you want some of my selfies or you’re looking for a new sassy member for your family!

I used to hear growing up that students move out and become more independent once they start college. It was a rite of passage. Nowadays, like pretty much every single student in my class with the exception of international students or exchange students all live with their parents. This is quite a shock from what I normally thought of students moving away for college. That does not seem to be the case anymore. Pretty much every single local student in my class lives with their parents. I used to think college students looked forward to being away from and having more independence but that does not seem to be the case with students around here.
I have seen that the overwhelming majority of students who are locals live with their parents. I often thought that students often moved out on their own as soon as they start college but that does not seem to be the case here at all. Not sure what it is like at other colleges but it does seem that students tend to live with their parents while going to college.

I currently (40M) had my ex (35F) completely destroy our relationship while I was working out of town for a few months. This happened a year ago and wish I had these stories as a resource while going through it. I have just started to use Reddit and been reading the experiences of others here and have decided to share my story in hopes it will maybe help others. That way some good may come from some of the worst times of my life.
A little backstory for context for the story and insight to some of the decisions I made. When I turned 30 I left the major city in my Province (it is like a state if you are an American) because buying just a simple house is over a million dollars and I don't make near enough to afford that. My goal was to move to somewhere more rural to buy a house, meet someone, get married and have a child or two. It was my only dream I had and believed I could attain it. I lived out in the bush on my step dads property in a run down trailer I bought so I could save money for the first 3 years. I had my dog but the loneliness of living in the middle of nowhere had got to me. By then I had saved a fair amount of money, so I decided to move into the town. It was nice, it cut my commute down by 40 minutes, I had started to make a few friends and no longer felt so isolated. It was through my friends I met my future ex. Let's call her Kali. She had a long term boyfriend when we first met. Their relationship ended a couple of years after meeting her and we started dating a few months after.
We mostly had a great relationship for the next 4 years. The only thing was it was on again off again. She would dump me after I did anything really special for her for a week and beg me to take her back. It was like clockwork. I used to think it was because of her depression and that she didn't believe she deserved to be truly happy. Nowadays I actually think she might have been cheating the whole time and just felt guilty about it when I did nice stuff for her but I will never know the truth. I don't care what the reality is anymore anyway, Time has a funny way of making stuff like that irrelevant. We did have one bigger break of about 5 months. When it happened I took time off work to travel in my RV the whole time. From spring to summer. I really didn't like the town I lived in and decided to use that time to check out the rest of my Provence to figure out where I wanted to restart my life. She was basically the only reason I stayed for so long. I did have a decent job and family close by but most people I met there were not good people. Lots of drug users, liars, and general scumbags. I had only a few real friends there. After I got back and had decided where I was going to move to she had decided she wanted me back. She begged me to stay and be with her. She told me that she wanted to get serious. We started making real progress about getting married, having kids and looking at buying a house. Everything was coming up Milhouse and I couldn't be happier. So You can probably guess this is when my tale becomes interesting for you and life got real bad for me.
My career is seasonal. I work from spring to the end of fall and can go on unemployment insurance or find work. My dad had asked if I could help on his farm breeding horses that winter when I had still planned to leave my town. I had promised him that I would because it would give me a place to stay before people in my field of work would be looking for employees. This had been agreed upon before me and Kali had got back together. Now I have always been a man of my word. It's something I take great pride in. I have always hated liars. I don't mind a little embellishment to make a story more fun or if two people's stories are different as long as they both believe that was how the events happened. Everyone remembers things slightly off. She was upset that I had intended to keep my word to my dad but I had every second weekend off. The town my dad is in was only a 2 hour drive. So I told her I would be back twice monthly for weekends and that it would only be for 4 months. For the first two months everything seemed fine. During this time I started to look at rings to pop the question and booked an expensive spa for two days in May to propose. There was only one weird thing that happened during the first two months. On one of my visits she confided in me that her brother's wife had cheated on him and that their newborn baby was most likely not his. I was shocked that she not only knew but didn't plan to tell him. She said she didn't want to tell him for fear of breaking up the family. I told her that he has the right to know and that she was being a bad sister by knowing and not telling him. I also informed her if he found out she knew and didn't say anything that he would most likely kick her out of his life. She made me swear I wouldn't tell him. Even though I thought it was wrong I did agree to not say anything. It did get me wondering how she could not only not tell him but stay friends with someone that could do that to her brother. I think that's when I started to question her morals. The third month she asked that I didn't come out because she was "sick". I told her I didn't care, I could still come out and take care of her. She convinced me that she didn't want me to come so I just worked on the farm instead. I switched weekends so I could come out the next instead of in two weekends. The weekend she was "sick" her phone was off the whole time, lasting into the week. She told me her phone went through the washing machine. She was actually on a bender but I didn't learn that till later.
So I head out the following weekend. As soon as I arrive I start getting super sketchy vibes. I was already weirded out about the stuff with her brother and ghosting me for 4 days as we talked/texted multiple times a day normally. At first she acts great to me, cooks me steak and we go out to the bush to have a fire in the snow. At the fire she really started drinking heavily. She then mentions a guy she had been hanging with lets call him Brad. So alarm bells start going through my head. We go back to her house and she keeps drinking. I wanted to keep a clear head so I only had three beers all evening. She put her phone down unlocked because of how drunk she was and I took it to the bathroom with me to look up texts between them. I felt so guilty for doing it at first but once I see the text between the two of them the guilt is replaced with rage. I go to her room to confront her and she breaks down. First, how dare I go through her phone, this never would have happened if I would have broken my promise to my dad, nothing really happened between them, blah, blah, blah. I was furious and drove off. She blows up my phone the whole time. I don't answer. Ten minutes after I left her mother called me. She lives at her moms house. I took the call and her mom said she is freaking out and has harmed herself. I decide to go back and she has a bandage wrapped around her arm. Her mom hid all the sharp objects she could find. She was having a full on panic attack and begs me to not leave. I told her I would stay if she told me the truth. She admits to hooking up with him one time just that last weekend when she asked me not to come out. It kind of matches the messages and I believe her. I stay there till she falls asleep. Once she does I send Brad a text saying that she has a boyfriend with some screen shots of our conversations me and her have had that week. I was about to drive back to the farm when the dude called her phone. I pick up the call and tell him I am her boyfriend. He asks if that was a joke and I assure him it is not. He said he didn't know and actually apologized. I tell him that I'm pissed but if he didn't know I couldn't blame him. I should have asked him more questions but I was tired, not thinking straight and just wanted to go back to the Farm even though it was two am by this point. I get home and crash. Turned my ringer off because I know once she wakes up she will start calling like crazy. After getting the horses in for the night I decided to look at my phone for the first time all day. Around thirty missed calls and a ton of texts. I decide I need another day before I talk to her. Now while the whole day all I can think about is that it was just one time, she seems to be genuinely remorseful about it, how I'm 39 and really want children before I get too old. I took a call from her the next day on Sunday in the morning. She is still wasted. She hadn't stopped drinking since I was there Friday. We talk and I tell her that I am really upset but am willing to give us another chance. I still was in love with her and wanted to have kids, get married and buy a house with her. It was the dream I felt I worked so hard for. She was so happy I took her back and swore to me nothing like this would ever happen again. Basically I was a fool lol.
So I decided on my next set of days off to borrow my stepdads summer home on the river so we can have the place to ourselves. I grab food that she loves so I can cook her dinner and try to make it very romantic. I want to rekindle my love with her so I wanted to go all out on an amazing weekend. I pick her up and she is already a little drunk. I kind of wanted to hang sober but I don't wanna mess up with her so don't say anything thinking we can do a sober day when I take her out to go shopping and dinner the next day. When we get there she gets hammered. Kali had brought a big of bottle fireball on top of a bunch of white claws. I again didn't really drink that night. Once she was drunk and tired I carried her to the bed. As Kali is in my arms she looks up at me and says in slurred words "I don't know why you even felt threatened by Joe" I ask "what did you just say?". "I don't know why you even felt threatened by Brad" she replied. I put her to bed and my mind starts racing. Now her ex before me has a really close name to the one she said first but I also know she has a friend named Joe I only met a couple of times. They were not close or even hung out but were more like acquaintances. I go in her purse to look at her phone again but the battery is dead and I can't find her charger. I have an Iphone so I can't charge it up to look. I didn't sleep that well that night with everything going on in my head. I woke up at 6 am to her being very loud on the phone. I went out to the living room and she had drank all the booze left over from the night before. I ask her who she was on the phone with and she tells me an uber to leave. I ask why is she going to leave? Kali tells me she is upset that I tried to get into her phone. Guess I didn't put it back in her purse. Must have been out of sorts and forgot. I tell her I can drive her once I go to the washroom and get some clothes on. I go to do that, come out of the washroom to see Kali has already left. She was so drunk that she had left half her stuff behind. I decided to have breakfast before bringing her stuff to her house. After breakfast I packed her stuff into my SUV and noticed it had snowed that night. I could see her footprints out into the driveway. While Dropping off her stuff I noticed there were no footprints leading to her house, so I tried calling Kali. No answer. I left her stuff in the snow and decided to drive by her brothers and sisters house to see if there were footprints going into any of their houses but there were none. I sent her a nasty text about knowing she didn't go home, to go be with Brad or Joe or whoever and never call me again. It was a lot more profane than that but that's the gist of it. Cleaned up the house my stepdad lent me and back off to the farm yet again. The next day she blows up my phone and again I wait another day to talk to her. She tells me that she went home but I know that can't be true from the snow, but she says I must have been mistaken. She apologizes for getting drunk and leavening and that she is going to stop drinking after her birthday in two weeks. She has rented a hotel in the town I'm in for her birthday and wants to spend it with me. I agree just because I have to know the truth and want to look at her phone to make sure I am not crazy. She had gaslit me to the point I was questioning what I saw with my own eyes. A couple of days later I decided to send Joe a message on Facebook to see if he would give me the truth. I get a text from her telling me not to bug her friend and that she is embarrassed. I apologize and tell her I am excited about her birthday soon.
The weekend of her birthday comes so I go to meet her at the hotel. She brought her sister and other friend along. It actually is a really fun time. The girls did coke the first night into the second evening. I don't really like it but I figured she can let loose especially if she is going to stop drinking after her birthday. I also knew by Saturday night that they would all crash hard so it would give me time to look at her phone so I could know the truth. As I mentioned the weekend was really fun so I felt bad about going into her phone yet again. I did it anyway and my whole world came crashing down. Now I figured that I would maybe see Brad or Joe texts and Facebook messages. Seemed like Brad was done but Joe and her were totally hooking up. I also found out that she had slept with 3 other guys. I also saw she was using coke all the time now. She did it maybe three times a year when we dated but now it was every weekend. It looked like she started using regularly right before I left for the farm. Joe helped get it for her too, out of all the guys he was the one she hung with the most. Turns out he was also a meth head who was trying to quit for her. She also went to his house the morning she left the other weekend to hook up and buy coke. I was floored. I just staired and took screen shots till the early morning. I decided I wasn't just going to dump her but I wanted to ruin her life not realizing she was already doing that all by herself but hindsight is 20 20. So I started coming up with a plan of what I was going to do. I woke up the next morning and acted like everything was fine and went back to the farm. I was still so upset and didn't want to harm myself or others so had a family friend take my firearms for a while. I don't think I would have used them on myself or others but I knew I wasn't thinking clearly and didn't want them in my house while I was like that.
I didn't have to see her till I moved back because the next set I had off I had tickets for a concert in the city I used to live in. During that time all I thought about was how I was going to do something to ruin her life. I came up with some small things but my main plan was to pretend like we were fine and ghost her when my contract was up with my boss next winter. I had promised him another year after kali and I had gotten back together. Just typing it out makes me look back and cringe that I was so crazy. When I went to the city for the concert I told my best friend, my brother and a few others my plan. No one liked it and thought I should just go no contact, cut her straight out of my life. That probably was the smart thing to do but emotion was clouding my judgement. Also you all would get this story. They even informed me that because I would be lying to her, that I would be compromising my morals and turning into a worse person they didn't recognize. I either didn't see it that way or care. I have a hard time recalling what my brain was thinking during that time. All seems like a haze now that it's been a year. I think I was really upset that my dream and all I had worked for was ruined. A friend later said I may have been in love with the dream and not her. Maybe that's the reason I kept up all this insanity.
My time on the farm had come to an end and I was moving back to the town me and my ex lived in. I was set with my plan, excited to implement it and have what I considered just. But you know what they say of the best laid plans. My ex wanted to go to hang at her brothers as a welcome home party. I went but ended up drinking. Heavily drinking, to the point of black out. I don't remember much from that night but have had it recounted for me. I woke up in the drunk tank. Guess I couldn't lie and play it cool then huh? The story I was told later is, while at her brothers I had gotten drunk and loud. Kept waking up the new baby and we were asked to leave. So we caught a cab and I confronted her in the cab but all I could do was call her a lying, cheating, whore on repeat. She got upset and ran into the house locking me out. I had a bunch of my stuff in her house so I went to the door and demanded she let me in. All the while still only referring to her as the aforementioned 3 words. She told me to leave but my jacket and wallet were inside. It was below freezing at night still and probably wouldn't have made it home in the state I was in. I then kicked in her door to keep calling her LCW and grab my stuff. She was on the phone to the police, so I was taken away by them. One of the lowest points in my life. It still brings me so much shame to this day but it is what happened and I am not going to sugar coat it. I never laid a finger on her and I am so happy that I hadn't. Laying hands on women in that way is one of the scummiest things a man can do. I had to go back to her house once they let me out because my stuff was still there. I apologized to her mom who had been at her boyfriends that evening promising to repair the door for her. Kali begged me to talk to her and like an idiot I didn't just leave. I told her I saw everything and she only admitted to Brad and Joe. Lying about them and the others the whole time. Even when I brought up the screen shots she still couldn't come clean. I left just shaking my head. There is still a ton to this story but this is long enough. I could do a part 2 if there is interest. Catching you folks up to where I am now and the messed up things that happened in between.

The Infinite Experiencing the Finite
At the deepest level, all that exists is one infinite, all-knowing, all-encompassing divine consciousness. This infinite awareness is what some refer to as God, the universe, or the ground of all being. It is the unified field from which all arises and to which all returns. This divine consciousness is timeless, boundless, and eternal.
And yet, within this infinite expanse of pure awareness, there also arises the play of finite forms and experiences. The myriad shapes, sounds, sensations, thoughts and emotions that make up the world of manifestation emerge from and are embraced within the infinite. Like waves rising and falling on the surface of the ocean, these finite phenomena are not separate from their infinite source, but are temporary manifestations within it.
So why would the infinite give rise to the finite? Why would the eternal, all-knowing divine create the experience of limitation, separation and lack of knowledge that we find in the human condition? The answer may lie in the desire of the infinite to know itself in new ways by experiencing perspectives outside of itself.
As vast and all-encompassing as the infinite is, it cannot directly know what it is like to be finite, bounded, limited in knowledge and perspective. Just as you cannot fully know the experience of being another person, the infinite cannot fully know the experience of being finite, at least not from the inside. So it created the human experience as a way to tangibly explore what it means to be finite, mortal, limited, and separated from the infinite source.
Through the human form, the infinite experiences the journey of an individual separated consciousness struggling to remember its true nature. It tastes the profound limitations of the body, mind and ego. It feels the anxiety of not knowing, the pain of loss and suffering. Most dramatically, it encounters the reality of death, the ultimate finite experience cutting off the infinite.
Through this human lens, the infinite is able to explore the feeling of being a separate self, born into a world of duality and temporality that seems vitally real and separated from the infinite ground of being. Like the infinite source putting on a virtual reality headset, the infinite is able to have an experience that is startlingly real and raw in its emotional tapestry and yet is ultimately a transcendent play of the infinite.
This is not to say that the human experience of limitation is an illusion – within the experience itself, it is very real and tangible. The human experiences themselves are just as valid and"real" as any other experiences arising in the infinite field of consciousness. But they represent perspectives that the infinite source cannot directly know without individuating itself into separate, finite strands of experiential phenomena.
In truth, we are that infinite all-knowing divine consciousness exploring perspectives of itself through these human dream-lives. We are the infinite dreaming the dream of finitude and separateness. One day, like awaking from a vivid dream, our human experiences will be reabsorbed and we will remember our true infinite nature once more. But for now, we are the infinite tasting the bittersweet experience of the finite – the infinite experiencing the finite.

Hi I live in the greater miami and frequently travel between broward and palm beach counties. What settings would work well for me I seem to only get a bunch of falses even with k band turned down to 30% and i almost never get KA band

Are there bars/pubs in the city where they play live jazz music on the weekends? I went to a birthday party at ZLB speakeasy at Leela where they had a jazz band and it was an experience of a kind. Can’t frequent that place though since it’s freakin expensive.

I've relearned that I want to be alive but even though I'm living, I don't feel completely alive. I have a close friendship with someone online who calls themself my best friend but I feel distant to them because they're amab, we can't relate to each other on a deeper level solely because I'm a csa victim and they're not, and they have parents and I don't. They can't understand what pain I deal with on a daily basis and it makes me feel so lonely even though I love them very much and I love spending time with them, it just hurts that we can't be closer because of something out of my control. Nightmares, hypersexuality, isolation, and a lack of understanding makes navigating the world painful. Losing my innocence makes growing up painful. Being lonely makes existing painful. I just want to feel better and I've been trying so hard but it's just so painful. I always wonder why I'm stuck fixing the parts of myself that're broken because of my own dad and the other men who've ruined who I used to be, and not them. Even an apology especially from my dad would mean so much to me. But he never once attempted to reach out. The moment he learned he couldn't touch me anymore, he didn't even want me. It makes life very hard when I know I'll be carrying all this forever.

I am a frican,muslim I am now a days desperate to be loved , and i keep seeing people suggesting to love my self better and stuff , i have faced a lot as a child my father harassed me and when i told my mon she said we need him because we do not have money to live ( in case she got divorced ) that was her excuse , she never spoke to me about it again and i then was very avoidant grew up avoidant , while i recall my feelings about relationships or love this pops up the first , i do not know what to do , all the guys i meet are either in a relationship or does not want me it started to shake my self esteem. And my father is coming by a week later i used to stay at the house 2 years ago but now just the idea bothers me , yesterday a guy i like called me by another girl’s name , and i got upset and i felt bad for being upset so i tried to cover it up and did smt stupid , at night i texted a guy who used to be my crush and he started to speak sexually and i did not refuse it though i feel disgusted when i remember, i do not know what is this and what i am doing , please help .! my words are untidy excuse me .

I live in NE denver and curious what the best BBQ that delivers in the area.
I see Pit Fiend, Blessed BBQ, and Saucys that all deliver but interested in others opinions.
I can't go there for a few reasons and fine paying the delivery fees for this one.
Cheers

So I’m a little younger in my spiritual awakening. I’m very career focused. A little about me I’m a craft cocktail bartender who is very passionate about what I do. I struggle with two thing in my life Patience and Ego. That applies both in my career and dating which is my other big goals and every other aspect of my life. Anyways to my situation so 4 years ago during the pandemic I met a very influential person in the New York Cocktail. Scene I have managed to keep that connnectiong for four years prior to meeting him I had desires to go to New York but was scared. Well over the last couple of years due to breaks up, ego, guilt, depression, anxiety and things out side my control I have managed to burn bridges in my city. The thing is in my city the cocktail scene is very tight and if you burn one bridge you burn them all. Anyways I’ve been feeling for awhile even two years ago that I was time to leave but I’ve held on out of fear. I’ve lived no where else and all my friends and family are here. But I’ve felt pulled to New York for so long and have felt the desire more and more to go. Well now doors are opening towards NYC that friend I mentioned earlier is opening a cocktail bar and it’s right up my alley. I’ve expressed an interest and he’s open to the possibility of hiring me. And had expressed that if he’s doemst he’ll find someone in the high end cocktails bars to hire me. Now as of today I just landed a join that could make me enough money to go in less than 6 months. I honestly feel like this has always been the path that I was meant for and this friend was meantt to play a big part. Is there a possibility some of These Bridges were meant to close for me so I would be uncomfortable enough to go because I was always scared to leave but now I’m even more scared to stay. Just wanted your thoughts and any advice in my spiritual journey.

Hello ill just get right into what happened, When i was 6-9 years old I was sexually abused by 3 different girls (all older) this was a classmate, a close neighbor and an older cousin. The actions against me included, genital touching happening to me, forced to touch their genitals, forced kissing and attempted penetration, while this was happening to me my older cousin told me that "this what you do when you love someone" and i took that idea to heart, so when I was 10 years old i took this idea out against my 5-year-old sister, I am not using the abuse against me as an excuse i know my actions are horrible and i regret them every day i wish i could take it back, I want to tell my parents about my actions and what happened to me but I am scared that they will hate me and that i will lose everyone, this is very selfish but i am scared of legal consequences, to add clarity during this time i did not know my actions were bad because of what i was told when it was happening to me i haven't seen my sister in almost a decade and i miss her and i want to tell her she didn't deserve what I did, she lives with my ex step mom and i just want to see her again, I just don’t know what to do

I feel awful to feel this. My niece was just born and I am so happy. My brother and sister.& law live in a diff state than us and my parents are visiting my niw born niece (I go 2 weeks later). My sister in law felt the need to send a “remember to pls wash hands and don't kiss her”. Idk my parents had 2 kids perfectly fine, that text felt unnecessary 😂 am I crazy to think that?

Hey! I live near the Bywater and am looking for a psychiatrist. Ideally, someone I can pay cash at a reasonable price as my insurance is pretty non-existent.
It's difficult to find a good doctor, and evaluating them from google reviews doesn't seem fair so please share any recommendations.

We have been together since 4 years and I just saw that he commented on a post that asked : if you have the choice to save 2 what would you pick ? The options were mother , girlfriend, your kid and 20M $ , my bf picked his mom and 20M $ . I wouldn’t fuss about it if he didn’t have a history of letting me know that he would always choose money over me if he has the choice but he made it clear many times.
I understand that financial stability is important , but he doesn’t even know how to manage his money that well and borrows a lot from me (he gives it back ofc). So I don’t understand the obsession over money. I’ve asked him sometimes if he would be willing to lose me forever for 10 000 $ and he replies yes. I try to tell him that it’s a bit hurtful and weird in my opinion it’s so toxic . but he claps back saying that I never worked once in my life and that I wouldn’t understand.
It’s true we come from a different background thankfully my parents help me a lot . Him on the other hand he has to work to take care of himself and also his family back in is hometown. I try to be really understanding but it doesn’t make sense to me to be able to put money before a person who truly loves and support you . Money comes and goes right? If you lose some u can always gain it back but a genuine partner who loves you is so special nowadays and I feel like he doesn’t really see how lucky he is to be with me ( in the most humble way possible btw) .
He recently got a job at Sephora as a security agent. I was a bit nervous about it because he will be surrounded by women and he hasn’t always been honest about stuff. But I didn’t cause an argument and I accepted his choice and recently he told me that he needs to go back to his house and that he can’t live with me anymore because the Sephora shop is closer to his house. I got mad because he didn’t tell me about it sooner . Hell we were at the restaurant yesterday he talked about it he saw that my mood was shifting a bit so he said that he’s joking and that he won’t leave . As soon as we arrived home he came and told me that he needs to leave and I was so confused it didn’t sit right with me the whole process of letting me know about it. I got mad and again he called me selfish and told me that I wouldn’t understand cause I don’t have a family to take care of . I don’t know what do do anymore this makes me question everything. Is it normal to prioritize money that much?
TL;DR: My boyfriend commented on a post asking which two he’d save: mother, girlfriend , kid, or $20M. He chose his mom and the money. He has a history of saying he’d choose money over me, which hurts since he often borrows from me. I understand his financial background is different from mine, but his obsession with money feels toxic. He recently got a job at Sephora and decided to move back home without properly discussing it with me, saying it’s closer to work. This, along with his dismissive attitude towards my feelings, makes me question our relationship and whether it’s normal to prioritize money this much.

This appeared on my hand today. I do have poison ivy elsewhere on my arm, but this is definitely not poison ivy.
I live in northern Indiana, United States.

SONOFUSE brings techno to Numbers June 1, 2024.
Local collective Machine Elves partners with Houston's legendary Numbers Nightclub to bring the community a night of techno. Marking the start of pride month in the heart of Montrose, SONOFUSE will take it’s audience on a journey into the depths of techno piloted by local talent: DJ Mina, Joe Dismal, Laura, and Sabinin, alongside them, Micah the Artist captures the magic with a live painting experience.
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