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Not sure what I hope to gain from this but maybe there will be some clarity to gain from an objective opinion. That being said I will prob delete this later- but while I’m here I will try to be as detailed and neutral to the facts as I can be, but there is a lot of history in a 15 year relationship so get ready to read a small book. I M33, grew up in an abusive and poverty stricken home, naturally I escaped that situation as soon as I could (after high school in 2008) my parents would explode over the littlest thing- like the first time I recall thinking I could not rely on my dad was after witnessing him beat my sister to a pulp, and then threaten me about telling (I never did) over her bedroom being filthy. Now, between high school and meeting my now wife F34 I was in a committed long distance relationship. Not to dwell here as it has little to do with the story, that relationship ended Dec 1 2009, I made my way to a small college town and found a place to stay with a few friends I knew from high school. This could only be described as a party house that a few poor and brave folks lived. The rent was cheap and the people were good. Not to mention, it was easy to drowned my feeling with drugs and alcohol here and not be judged. This was right after the 2008 financial crisis and I had found employment delivering for a local restaurant, and was not interested in starting a new relationship. Well mid way through December one roommate decided he was moving out, which left a room open for rent. This is where I met who, at least at one point was the love of my life. Jen F34 was a recent college graduate, who comes from, what I would consider a well off family. Jen was part of some drama with her old roommates and decided she would move in. She had been accepted into a work training program that would send her to a new state 15 hours away, so she was also not interested in a serious relationship. Jen was seeing someone we will call Mark. Mark and Jen we in a non-serious sexual relationship. The moment I saw Jen something inside me said i want to be with her, but I was still fighting demons from my failed relationship. So I hung around her and was content just being a friend..well this goes on for about a month..before it happened. One drunk night and I am waking up, naked next to her..she was still seeing Mark at that point, and I had no idea what I had done. She broke it off with mark a few days later and I took his spot. As a non-serious sexual partner, well the months flew by then all of a sudden we both had caught feelings. We had finally agreed we would only see each other. Well one day I come home from work and she is cuddled up next to a guy we will call Adam. I was devastated. I confronted her and she played it off as nothing. Just passed out and woke up and he was next to her, I had my doubts but in the end believed her and forgot about it. As things got more and more serious the dread of her moving day was inching closer. We both were bothered by this. She wanted to stay, I said no. I eventually agreed I’d move to her after her training program. (She had to stay on a company campus for 3 months for training) during this time we were long distance- I worked my ass off to get ready for a cross country move and she was getting a place ready for us to live. During this time she went out with “friends” and said she would call me after. 2 am nothing, 3 nothing 4 I’m worried sick and finally fell asleep around 4:15am. My phone goes off at 5am. She calls me incoherent and making 0 sense. I thought again she may have cheated on me but again no evidence- said she got a bit to drunk and stayed out too late. I again believed her. I was able to forgive and get over it- I’m not the type to stress over anything that’s not life changing so moving day arrives. I get all my stuff in order jump on the greyhound and start my journey. Dying inside to finally see my women again, well 22 hours later I arrived. She was supposed to be there to pick me up but she was no where to be found. I text and called, she finally answered and was very short with me, and pulled up a short while later. As soon as I got in the car she was mad. Telling me I should not have come, it was a mistake etc. we get to the apartment and I’m feeling like a sucker for being there, we have some food and she apologized for her actions in the car and we moved forward. Well the next almost two years of our relationship was amazing- epic sex life, passionate about each other the whole 9. Some minor drunk arguments here and there but nothing crazy. I consider this the best time of my life. Around 3 years in our relationship we got pregnant. Over those 9 months we were closer than ever. Excited to bring a beautiful baby into to this world, scared beyond words but happy. Then one day she was in pain and pretty sure she was in labor. We get to the hospital and thus starts one of the most traumatizing experiences for her. Extended labor time, breach baby, intense pain and anxiety followed by a c-section, and a multi-night stay in the hospital. Then a long recovery process. Needless to say being young, broke, new parents is probably the hardest thing I have ever experienced and can admit that experience must have been even worse for her and while life as new parents took hold she grew into a nurturing mother while I regressed. I was over worked, underpaid, stressed out and took what was a minor drinking habit to an excessive drinking habit. This was the start of a long line of huge fights, financial problems, and ultimately leads us to know. chewing on the idea of divorce. But before I get to now, let’s do a quick life recap. My wife and I are living together with our newborn, isolated from friends and family, I’m quickly drinking more and more. I worked an over night labor job, and Jen was still working for the same company. But more of an 8 - 5 we only saw each other in passing most days. Our blessing was colic and cried constantly. We both began to feel like we needed to be close to friends so we packed up and move back after her contacted ended a year later. Back to the small sleepy college town we met. We moved back, our kiddo was 1, things were looking up, I had gotten a day job- our kiddo was finally sleeping better, really it seemed good. But since her c-section a year prior, we had only managed to have sex a few times. I thought this would be the change we could to finally revive our bedroom life. But it hardly changed, add a few more times to the few mentioned before. We went from daily to basically none, not to mention we would constantly fight about things that need to be done, money, etc. I’ll admit I did not do my part of house work. So things are starting to fall apart- I’m still drinking heavily, our bedroom was on life support and I fucked up and started watching porn, browsing sites akin to tinder. I have to say I never actually hooked up with anyone but I did get some photos sent to me. Not my proudest moment. Well I arrived home from work and Jen had found said communications and browsing history and was rightfully mad. After a week or so staying with a friend and she allows me to apologize , I assured her it was nothing more than digital and explained how I felt about our sex life, or lack of one specifically. Things kind of improved for a bit, I stopped drinking, we were being intimate, we got married, she quit working and went for a graduate degree, I had found more gainful employment. until one day Jen noticed something new on my body.. a wart to be specific. At some point I contacted HPV. Which then made me look like a liar. (I since found out it was a girl i had a one night stand with shortly before my prior relationship. (Common friend told me years later))but I had no explanation or evidence to prove my infidelity was not physical. Well after this happened things got bad, really bad. I started drinking heavily again, right into financial ruin. We were broke, rent due, hungry baby, relationship just about dead. 0 bedroom life. I never said I was the good guy here. Just trying to be honest about our past. So we need cash quick so we don’t fall behind on bills, it is eventually decided she will strip for cash until we can get out of the hole I dug us. I’m pretty insecure but we had no other choice. I was handling it pretty well, until I noticed something in her attitude. She would get home and try to initiate sex with me. It was welcome but odd- till this point we had a half dead bedroom for years. I pried it out of her that stripping turned her on and instantly felt disgust. I lost it on her, how could she- come home and fuck me smelling like alcohol and bathroom cologne. Can’t fuck them at the club easily so come home and pretend I’m someone that turns you on. Had we not had issues overall in the bedroom I would not have felt this way but this made me feel gross, betrayed, guilty, angry. She obviously is mad at me since it’s my fault she was there. We had a fight and somewhat made up. Bedroom life was slow, life went on, things are pretty crappy and one night she goes out with a friend and shows up back at our place, hammered, with a guy from the bar. Our child was asleep in the room and that man is lucky I did not shoot him. She claims he was her friends stray but she let a stranger come to OUR HOUSE. Well at this point, i was mad but eventually just got over it. Life moved on we came out of the financial hole moved to a nicer place and began work towards saving for a home. She was still stripping on and off to help save. Well then she actually cheated on me, with another girl I front of a group of guys for money. I’m died inside at this point. I fell back to drinking heavily, again sexually all but dead. I basically repressed it and allowed her to get off easy (when she found my digital infidelity years prior I had to stay with a friend for a week) over this time, things are quite- status quo- saving for our first home. After some time like this I got a new job- and we could finally purchase. So we did- just before the pandemic. Our bedroom was basically dead- only initiated by me, was pretty one sided and seemed like she was just doing it to appease me. Constantly fighting of little things like chores (if I did not do them exactly the way or time she wanted it done WW3 would break out) but we managed. The the pandemic happened. We decided we would move closer to her family so we could have some support and hopefully work on us. We were able to live with her family for the next 1.5ish years. I only recall having sex twice during this time. (Could have been more but like I said I’m still drinking at this point) we bicker constantly during this time. Mind you all I am slowly at this dying on the inside this whole time. We had a major blow up in front of everyone a few days prior to closing. Stemming from myself feeling generally put out. Stick in a sexless marriage and the fact that I had a work thing in Vegas for a week. We sign - I leave for Vegas- she organizes the movers and get everything in. We have our own space again. Now we are almost to the present day. I again found new employment and have a high stress, high 6 figure salary career we have had many of fights due to chores, and household duties etc. she was convinced it was due to alcohol so I finally quit drinking for good. The goal was to hopefully fix this relationship, have a more intimate bedroom. In fact this was agreed upon when I quit. Some of the other things that have been said in these arguments was that she is working and trying to find better work so she can financially afford to leave me. She currently works on a “less than part time” contract work type stuff but is basically is a SAHM. I pay 100% of everything. This is now 6 months after I stopped drinking and there has been no change in our bedroom life. 3.5 weeks ago: I calm Loy state that I thought we agreed on the spicing up the bedroom with more frequently maybe some lingerie. I am getting a bit frustrated with this. Her: I just started my period but I hear you. A week goes by period done still nothing. 2 weeks ago Friday: we are sitting on the couch. I am feeling very much frustrated sexually. We are watching tv together, and I make a comment about one of the people. Here is what happened : Person on TV while crying “I recently found out my body produces excess estrogen” me: must be why you’re so emotional. Her: you’re a sexist pig, a misogynist, thats a misnomer and actually testosterone does that and so many other things I forget them all but that was the gist. Just offended. I apologized and said it was just a dumb comment. Somewhat calmed down but the energy was thick. Then I made my second mistake: a morbidly obese person came on screen wearing a sold color onesie. I muttered : dude looks like a bowling ball. And that was it- I’m a disgusting pig and she is going to bed. I sleep on the couch that night seething that again no sex, again random attacks against my character, again using something like a comment about a person on screen to go to bed. Saturday: my kiddo sees me on the couch, asks “dad can you make me an omelet.” Me still upset with how the night ended with my wife- complained about not wanting to make it- and eventually agreed. While cooking breakfast - wife comes downstairs and immediately starts in on me, ignoring my advances for a hug, telling me i need to walk the dog because she doesn’t have time. I also needed to run an errand before the kiddos sports ball game. I told her kind of angrily I had shit to do as well and what is preventing her from doing it. Well she does, things are quiet, we get to the game and we are sitting there. She brings up the comments of the night before and started this whole thing in public. Trying to get me to lose my temper in public. I was able to ignore it and just finish the game. Pushed all that down and was ready to move on. We get home from the day’s activities and she does what she always does says good night to the kiddo and gets ready for bed. Again I sleep on the couch. Sunday: she wakes up and starts cleaning, I try to be nice again- making advances to hug her, kiss her etc. I walked the doggo, not asked to do so- kiddo asks me to cook some food again so I do. No complaint, but while I’m cooking she makes another comment about my character. And brings up Friday again. I lost it: I was screaming at her like I never have before. Told her I wanted a divorce, that she clearly doesn’t want this it’s why she can’t even pretend to want me sexually and that I am nothing more than an ATM for her at this point. The rest of Sunday and Monday was silent. This is when I started this novel of a post. Finally she apologized and admitted to being cold to me, promised to work on this. Tuesday, best sex we have had in a decade, Wednesday, repeat action, Thursday a 3rd time. This past Friday- I was spent this was more sex than I had in a row in years. I was happy. Saturday, family members bday and another sports game. All day gone- everything good. We get home late- she is tired no problems. Sunday Mothers Day. We had plans with her family to do some hiking the first part of the day then have lunch and play a game. Everything is going fine. It starts to get around 3:00 pm and I tell her I am ready to go home. She said we have not played the game and that she wanted to. So I agree- we play a few rounds and during the game she could see that I was getting annoyed that we had to play another round I was not being rude but just not enthusiastic about ti. She looked at me and said I need to check myself. The way she said it, the fact she said it at the table so everyone could hear. I felt disrespected, we left and argued a little but I ended up saying sorry because ok I get it my fault. So we get home and she comes into my office space (which was dirty) glasses, and tons of boxes /other recycling that had not be taken care of. She told me to do it I agreed it was gross and started picking up. She kept on about how I’m disgusting for leaving it in the first place- etc I calmly asked her to just leave it alone and drop it, I’d take care of it but she didnt after 10 mins of her spewing on me I finally lost it and told her to get the fuck out of my office if she doesn’t like it. That I’m tired of the hostility and it’s clear she didn’t actually want to fix this. She kept asking me to lower my volume while telling me why she is right, brining up everything from the prior week. I did not lower my volume I got louder and more upset till she goes to bed and I sleep on the couch again. Monday: we argue more. The general mood is “how could I blow up on her on Mother’s Day.” That she is done etc. as soon as she can financially leave she will. I said why wait and asked her to stay with her mother for a few days- she refused to, so I left to a hotel room. Today was more of the same: not accepting that she had a part in the argument. That I just freaked out over her asking me to clean up. We have eventually agreed to give therapy a shot but here I sit, in my hotel room. Contemplating life I can’t help but feel we gave it our best but we were doomed to fail. I really don’t want to lose my family. but neither of us can take the current state anymore. What does the world of Reddit think?

I've been the secretary of the service unit for the last three years. The only other officer is the manager, who is a complete mess. I'm tired of having to remind her multiple times that I need an agenda to send out. I started not reminding her, just to see what would happen . . . lots of meetings cancelled the day they were supposed to happen. I honestly wonder if she is beginning to suffer from dementia.
Every meeting was, "Oh, the treasurer didn't show up again. We'll get a report next month." "Oh, we don't have anyone to plan World Thinking Day. We'll do that next year." "Oh, I have the cashier's check in my purse. I'll deposit that next week."
I volunteered for what I could, but really my strength is in writing. I have health issues so taking on more than that isn't in the cards. It was just so frustrating to watch things fall apart and have people associate it with me (as the person sending the emails).
So I'm done. If they get their act together, I'll attend meetings when I can.
Likewise, our Council seems to be struggling. No one is really overseeing the leaders (I guess that's what the SU is supposed to do). They rarely offer the trainings we need. They don't get the yearly programming out until October. We seem to have fewer options for Council-run events, which cost more, than neighboring Councils. If I hadn't been a teacher, I think I'd be totally confused about how to put together a meeting plan because goodness knows the half an hour that someone from council spoke to me in a Starbucks did not teach me.
So anyway, this is just a vent. It's frustrating. And the Service Unit is a poor use of my time. It causes me stress and provides almost no benefit to anyone. I wanted to be the change and all that, but it's beyond me.
In happier news, I had a good meeting (working on the Amaze journey) with my 6th graders today. They did skits on how to resolve conflicts (after doing funny "how not to" skits) and had a long conversation about technology addiction and self-image. I feel energized to plan fun things for next school year. And we go to Savannah in a few weeks!
I feel a weight lifted now that I'm not trying to bail out a sinking ship with the service unit.

I a teenaged musician. I really want freetime in my life. I go to school for 8 hours, my mom makes me go to work with her for 4 hours, then when I get home I have to clean the house while my family chills and watches TV. If I’m not forced to clean I’m forced to watch TV with them bc of “family time”. My mom complains about her schedule, but if I do i’m ungrateful because I have all the time in the world. My day is so draining and I wish I could just stay home sometimes. Weekends, I have to clean the entire house Saturday, Sunday church and lots of cleaning. I can’t take naps after school, hang out with friends! Why I brought up being a musician is because I can’t get to my rehearsals because of my schedule which is affecting my grade. I really want to play my guitar and write songs but I literally have a bedtime and no freetime during the day. For example, today we didn’t go to work or school. So I was forced to wake at 10am and do chores until about 8pm with my family. Then I’m like finally, I can play my guitar! Then she forced me to watch TV with her because if I don’t she threatend to take my phone for not having family time!! I’ve spent the whole day with them.

Okay so this will be a long one but bear with me. It has been an ongoing situation for more than a year now.
I live in a 2br in a reasonably okay area, I’ve been here since 2018. It’s my 14yr old, myself and my big lab that is fully trained. In 2020 right before the pandemic, a family moved in downstairs (mom, dad, a high school are girl and a younger daughter, sometimes their older son visits). When they first moved in, I introduced myself and after introductions she told me that they thought drug addicts lived up there because of the noise. I apologized and told her it could have been my dog and to please feel comfortable enough to knock if we were ever too loud. We’ve never really talked, just polite greetings when our paths crossed.
Everything has been fine the last couple of years until last March while my 14 yr old was home by herself, she was recording herself doing her makeup and in the video we could hear banging coming from underneath the floor. She texted me about it and I told her that perhaps they were hammering something on the wall. From then on, it never stopped. We’d come in during the daytime and within minutes of it, they would be banging with a broomstick on their ceiling. I contacted management about it and let them know. The manager was surprised but said she’d talk to them about it. I’m not sure what she said or if she did, but it escalated, she went and spoke to a neighbor I get along with well and asked her to speak to me. The neighbor instead spoke to my now boyfriend who doesn’t live with me who was walking my dog. Neighbor downstairs then told my mother in passing that my boyfriend tried to get my (trained and super sweet) lab to bite her. Every single time that she has banged on the ceiling (a rough estimate of 15 times in the last year), I’ve called the security agency and followed up with management the next day. Last October I got a first notice to comply or quit in 3 days. It only gave me the date of the noise but not the time or nature of the noise. I was confused because I’d been working at my desk but figured perhaps I rolled my chair too loud. A month later, security came to my door at 10:30, I spoke to them through my doorbell since I was not home. They said there had been a noise complaint but I explained I wasn’t home and he left. I went to management the next day and she said that the lady had been in there crying and sobbing that we were incessantly making noise and stomping all day and her anxiety was getting bad. Management then asked if there was bad blood between us and I told her I hardly spoke to her since the first time we met. In January of this year, I bought 1/2 inch floor padding and carpeting and put it down all over my living room to try and make the effort to fix the situation before it got worse. I also went out and bought slippers for myself, my daughter and extra for visitors or bf. I sent video and photos to management to prove the modification. The banging stopped but only for about a month. In March, we came home on a Sunday at 1 pm and her door was open as we came up the stairs, she was looking at us from her hallway which made me uncomfortable. Within a minute of walking in, the banging started. I got angry and walked downstairs in plain view of the apartment camera and my own and told her she needed to stop because she had just seen us walk in, I didn’t really hear what else she said to me but I ignored her and went back up. When I went to management the next day, she told me that the downstairs tenant had gone to her apartment on the property crying that I had walked into her apartment and threatened her in front of her child. I was completely shocked and told my manager to review her tapes and gave her the time. She believed me and my mistake was not getting it in writing. She told me that her husband had also been in to complain and her children had gone in with her as well. Then asked me if I really thought they would all lie about the noise. I became more paranoid because now it seemed like management was not believing me about the noise even though I wasn’t home. I complained again after she started banging on the ceiling one morning around 8 while I was getting ready for work. They said a notice would be sent to her. In late April, I was out with friends and got back around midnight. Next morning I had work and when I got back there was a 2nd notice on my door. Along with it, a report from the night security saying that there was a complaint at 11 pm for moving furniture around and another one at 2 am for arguing and screaming but that both times when he approached my apartment, all was dark and quiet. I sent a video to management dragging my heavy coffee table to prove that on my carpet it doesn’t make any noise. I told them I’d been asleep and never heard the door at all. Unfortunately they upheld their 2nd notice. Last Thursday the 9th around 11 pm, I was washing my face getting ready to go to bed and I heard a loud knock. It was security, saying there was a noise complaint and asking if I was okay. I told him everything was fine and that I was just getting ready for bed. I asked if it came from downstairs and he said he could not tell me. The next day (5/10/24) I received a final notice to comply or quit. It states that on the 8th and the 10th there were noise complaints from downstairs. Again no time or nature of disturbances. I called management about it because I wasn’t even home on the 8th and had video of me leaving and coming back around 9 pm. I showered and went to sleep for my 7 am shift next day (I work an hour away). My lease was up April 30th, I emailed them twice in that month about lease renewal and management kept saying that corporate had not sent an offer for me and some other residents.
Again I’ve been there for 6 years, got along with the family that lived there before, get along with neighbors around the complex, I’m friendly with my side neighbors and currently there isn’t anyone on the other side of me. According to the property’s website, the apartment I’m at has a monthly rate of $2600, because of the pandemic and how long I’ve been there, I pay $1960 for mine. In the final notice, there’s also this paragraph that I’m not sure I understand too well since I automatically transferred to a month-to-month lease.
“You are further notified that the Owner hereby elects to declare the forfeiture of your Rental Agreement under which you hold possession of the above-described premises. If you fail to perform or otherwise comply, Owner will institute legal proceedings to recover any sums due plus possession of said premises which could result in a judgment against you and all other residents in possession including attorneys' fees and court costs as allowed by law, plus Owner may recover an additional punitive award of six hundred dollars ($600) in accordance with California law for such unlawful detention.”
I’ve always followed the rules, always complied with anything they asked, I genuinely am not doing anything to this family on purpose. But I am at the point where I don’t have company over, I don’t use my living room past 10, I don’t let my dog play with anything or chew on anything at home. My life feels like it is revolving around keeping the people downstairs happy.
Please, I need all of the advice, insight and help I can get. Thank you in advance!

Is there any major holidays (not monthly ones) in hellenism? Like how Christians have Christmas or Easter, Muslims have Ramadan or Eid Al-Adha, Hindus have holi or Diwali, what major holidays do we have. I've tried looking that one calander website but it's too difficult for me to understand it. Especially in the summer, because it's coming up and I'll be able to practice more (no school or hiding from family)

Watching this during my commute and I can't help but giggle pero also sad at the same time. I have never, as in never experienced high school love. Walang nagkakagusto sakin nung high school days. Until now din, hindi pa din ganun kagustuhin. I always wonder if I'd more confident if someone had confessed their feelings to me. Hays. I feel like I missed a lot. The hintayan pag uwian, fishball dates, sabay mag recess, blue magic gifts pag bday, valentines, Christmas, puyatan sa text.asaran ng mga friends nyo, and of course the comfort they'll offer pag nag away or nag break kayo.
Yung isa sa mga barkada ko, sobrang lapitin. Some guys would be-friend me just so they could get close to her. Tapos, the same thing happened when I was already working. Lol. Sakit lang.
Anyway,, para sa lahat ng hindi gustuhin, kumain kayo at i-enjoy ang payday nyo!!
Xx

Hello there,
So, how's the start of the week treating you? Are you feeling those post-weekend blues yet? I always do tbh, I have no freaking idea how the weekend can end in the blink of an eye, but maybe that's because I have only Sundays off. So I treasure them as much as Gollum treasured The Ring. But here we are, we have to enjoy even week days, right? And I'm pretty sure that together we can make them way more enjoyable.
About me:
Ok ,let's start by putting a name and a face to whoever is writing this: My name is Miguel, and I'm just a 34 years old guy enjoying a peaceful, and simple life in a small town in Mexico. Here are a few pics because I know that for some people physical attraction is important. But keep in mind that those pics are all good angles and lightning, so maybe I'll have to send you a selfie after just waking up to show you my reality haha.
In terms of personality people describe me, primarily, as a really chatty, goofy, and curious person. But also as caring, supportive, empathic, and attentive. I value honesty, good communication, respect, loyalty, kindness, and empathy. So I'd love to find someone who's in the same channel because I'd love to receive what I can provide.
I consider myself a homebody type of person: I love to spend plenty of time at home watching Netflix, baseball games, interesting (they are random but I prefer to call them that) YT videos, sometimes listening to music, and I have been getting into reading recently (It helps me to sleep better). When I'm not at home I like to go for walks around town or spending time at the plaza or the park. On rare occasions I go to the city either to go to the movies, a baseball game, or just to buy clothes.
I have been slowly getting back into working out after some time dealing with injuries, so I'm taking things slowly, and being mindful about my body. Important to mention I workout at home, so if you into that we can maybe be gym buddies. Another thing I'm getting back into it is learning new languages. On top of Spanish and English, I also speak Portuguese, a bit of French, and I'm currently starting with Norwegian (people say it's easy so why not).
Last but not least, animals are a really important part of my life, especially dogs, and even when I don't have pets of my own just yet, my family and I, we take care of a couple of stray dogs, and one feral cat (I'm pretty sure my parents love them more than they love me). So cute dog and cat pictures are always on the menu.
I hope the post is not too long, but I really wanted to share some random facts about myself just to make you laugh and learn a bit more about me.
Bonus:

• I went to a Catholic school for elementary (used to get in trouble with the nuns because I was always talking during class).
• I was a teenager obsessed with Karate Kid movies.
• I broke my wrist when I was kid while playing on a slide.
• I like to do the dishes after each meal.
• I adore rainy days (you know getting wet is good right? Ok, bad lewd joke haha).
• I'm scared of heights, the open sea, and roaches... But who's not afraid of roaches, right?
• Dating tv shows are my guilty pleasure (and Mean Girls movie too).
• I had a raw bean stuck inside my nose for two days when I was a kid.
• Used to love ghost stories as a kid, and also used to scare the shit out of my cousins and friends by reading those stories to them.
• I think LOTR are the best Christmas movies.
• I cry watching emotional movies.
• Pandas are my favorite animal.

for context i got my new fur baby on sunday. she's a little more than a year old, recently got spayed after having kittens, and is shockingly well behaved. like most cats she LOVES eating, but i'm not too sure what her feeding schedule should be. her current schedule is a cup of dry food in the morning, a can of wet food after i get home from school, and a cup of dry food before bed. however, she tends to get into the dog's food (prescription food absolutely not meant for her) and constantly meows for more food after shes had her food allowance for the moment; and of course i always cave in and give her a little bit more dry food. am i overfeeding her or starving her by doing this? again, she's a very well behaved cat with no known medical issues at the moment. just a bit of a foodie like all cats.

Hello there,
So, how's the start of the week treating you? Are you feeling those post-weekend blues yet? I always do tbh, I have no freaking idea how the weekend can end in the blink of an eye, but maybe that's because I have only Sundays off. So I treasure them as much as Gollum treasured The Ring. But here we are, we have to enjoy even week days, right? And I'm pretty sure that together we can make them way more enjoyable.
About me:
Ok ,let's start by putting a name and a face to whoever is writing this: My name is Miguel, and I'm just a 34 years old guy enjoying a peaceful, and simple life in a small town in Mexico. Here are a few pics because I know that for some people physical attraction is important. But keep in mind that those pics are all good angles and lightning, so maybe I'll have to send you a selfie after just waking up to show you my reality haha.
In terms of personality people describe me, primarily, as a really chatty, goofy, and curious person. But also as caring, supportive, empathic, and attentive. I value honesty, good communication, respect, loyalty, kindness, and empathy. So I'd love to find someone who's in the same channel because I'd love to receive what I can provide.
I consider myself a homebody type of person: I love to spend plenty of time at home watching Netflix, baseball games, interesting (they are random but I prefer to call them that) YT videos, sometimes listening to music, and I have been getting into reading recently (It helps me to sleep better). When I'm not at home I like to go for walks around town or spending time at the plaza or the park. On rare occasions I go to the city either to go to the movies, a baseball game, or just to buy clothes.
I have been slowly getting back into working out after some time dealing with injuries, so I'm taking things slowly, and being mindful about my body. Important to mention I workout at home, so if you into that we can maybe be gym buddies. Another thing I'm getting back into it is learning new languages. On top of Spanish and English, I also speak Portuguese, a bit of French, and I'm currently starting with Norwegian (people say it's easy so why not).
Last but not least, animals are a really important part of my life, especially dogs, and even when I don't have pets of my own just yet, my family and I, we take care of a couple of stray dogs, and one feral cat (I'm pretty sure my parents love them more than they love me). So cute dog and cat pictures are always on the menu.
I hope the post is not too long, but I really wanted to share some random facts about myself just to make you laugh and learn a bit more about me.
Bonus:

• I went to a Catholic school for elementary (used to get in trouble with the nuns because I was always talking during class).
• I was a teenager obsessed with Karate Kid movies.
• I broke my wrist when I was kid while playing on a slide.
• I like to do the dishes after each meal.
• I adore rainy days (you know getting wet is good right? Ok, bad lewd joke haha).
• I'm scared of heights, the open sea, and roaches... But who's not afraid of roaches, right?
• Dating tv shows are my guilty pleasure (and Mean Girls movie too).
• I had a raw bean stuck inside my nose for two days when I was a kid.
• Used to love ghost stories as a kid, and also used to scare the shit out of my cousins and friends by reading those stories to them.
• I think LOTR are the best Christmas movies.
• I cry watching emotional movies.
• Pandas are my favorite animal.

Hey! I'm Mikey. I'm a 14 year old, FtM, and I've been trans for awhile now. I came out to my family in March 12st, and tomorrow, I'm going to a camping trip tomorrow.
The only problem is, I'm being forced to go into a *girls* cabin when I'm actually a man.
I'm gonna be talking about 2 things;
1: the cabin
2: the text that I saw from my mother
My mom told me that I'm still biologically female, and she's forcing me to go into the girls cabin
(AND ALSO! I legit do not know about the people that I'm being with, because they're from other schools.)
I get what she's saying, but I've literally never looked female in YEARS, but I get her concern I guess.
My mom said that the girls I'm going to be with will "understand" my situation because I'm "biologically female" but the problem is I'm not even allowed into the girls washroom anymore because I look NOTHING LIKE A WOMEN!! My voice isn't even that feminine, thats how well I pass and its a blessing and a curse XD
also my mom found out about me going into the mens washroom today and she got really angry at me, saying that its unsafe and that people are literally gonna shove me into the urinals, and guys raping me and stuff like that, BUT LITERALLY NOTHING BAD HAS HAPPENED TO ME!!!
(btw Im not trying to ignore any transmen's experiences of rape if they've ever been through that before thats not what I mean, I mean that I've never ever had that ever happened to me and my mom just doesn't really understand how safe I really am)
I have not gotten into any fights, people legit do not care, and also NOBODY FUCKING TALKS TO ANYBODY IN THE WASHROOM! I legit dont get it man!
my mom thinks that I'm going to get into bad situations since Im ftm, which I get what shes saying, men can be kinda werid sometimes (trust me I know) BUT I LEGIT DONT GET INTO ANYTHING AT ALL!
so when my mom says that "everything will be fine, the girls will understand you" UH NO, I CANT EVEN GO INTO THE WOMENS WASHROOM ANYMORE WITHOUT WOMEN TELLING ME TO GET OUT! IF I SAW A DUDE WALKING INTO THE GIRLS CABIN I WOULD BE *DEFINITELY* BE CONCERNED AND SORT OF WEIRDED OUT, BECAUSE HE'S A MAN AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BOYS CABIN!
so uh, help? what do I even do?
ugh whatever, sorry about that lets move on
*ahem* on Sunday I was at Niagra falls with my family and I noticed that my mom was talking about me to someone I only saw a little bit but I remained curious, so I checked the next day. I took my moms phone yesterday and I peaked through it, I was kind of heartbroken from what my mom has said about me.
https://preview.redd.it/f5ntw3gclh0d1.png?width=1440&format=png&auto=webp&s=96c7d9a0815a5607c5d3c29de84865f37a09c1bc
I started crying Immediately after that.
it felt like my mom has been lying to me this whole time.
I've had so many, AND I *DO* MEAN MANY CONVERTSATIONS ABOUT ME BEING A TRANSMAN TO MY MOM, AND SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE WOULD ALWAYS SUPPORT ME, THAT SHE WOULD ALWAYS BELIEVE ME, THAT SHE WOULD ALWAYS LOVE ME.
THE OTHER TEXTS HAD MY MOM TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE WAS DISAPPOINTED IN ME FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES.
SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVES ME.
SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM.
SHE TOLD ME THAT NO MATTER WHO I AM, SHE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT ME.
AND I FOUND THIS.
what the fuck man.
I'm so tired.
Im so done.
im so god damn tired of people thinking that I am trans because its a "trend" when literally I DONT FUCKING WANT TO BE TRANS, I JUST WANT TO BE BORN AS A CIS MAN, AND I HAD TO LIVE MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE IN THE WRONG BODY. I FUCKING HATE THAT MY FAMILY LIES ABOUT ME AND TELLS ME THAT THEY SUPPORT ME NO MATTER WHAT, BECAUSE I KNOW THEY FUCKING DONT.
I wish they would be transphobic to my face instead of just lying to me all the damn time.
the truth hurts man.
Immediately started crying after I read that, but I had dinner and so I immediately stopped myself from crying. after I ate, I started crying again, and a few minutes later my mom walked into me crying, and she told me that she "loves and cares about me and accepts me for who I am" sorta thing. I just told her to leave my room after that.
So today I was in the car with my mom, and my mom said that she hasn't said anything bad about me, and she doesn't know the reason on why I'm crying, so thats great.
Also, there's another lie that my mom has said, she DEFINITELY didn't say anything bad about me, thats for sure, uh huh.
sorry about how long the post is btw, there's just alot to get off of my chest D:

• Mikey

ever since a long ass road trip to nova scotia, ive hated staying in trailers. theyre so small and uncomfortable and i dont feel safe in them... but now, my parents want me to go to our ""new"" (quotations on new because its a pre-owned one, and its fucking disgusting) for 4 days. ive been up there once before to help with demo work because i thought "why tf not? i like breaking shit." but i very quickly realized that its really grimy and gross up there. even the air felt unclean to me. we have a little tent trailer to sleep in and such, my parents even said i could stay in there the entire time, but to be honest, not having solid walls makes me feel more unsafe. plus i either have to sleep on the folding table to bed thing, or split one of the bigger beds with my older sister. not a big fan of either of those options. i like my sister and we get along well, im just really intimidated by her. i feel like shes always silently judging me even though shes probably not. plus, id probably cry the whole time im there, and i dont want her to have to hear that. also, i have autism, and its a new place and my usual routine will get messed up, and ive been in a horrible headspace the past few weeks, so itd impact me even *worse*. and cant forget to mention my ocd, so i will be too afraid to touch anything :) yay.
my other option is to stay home, but the problem is that id be completely home alone. other times my parents have gone up to the trailer my sister has stayed behind with me, but this time shes for sure going. for several reasons this is a problem. 1. i cant cook for myself. 2. if the cat makes a mess i will not be able to clean it. 3. i will forget to have lunch. 4. fear, anxiety, paranoia, etc... just feeling unsafe with no one else home. im assuming its an autism thing, but when my parents are far away from home for the night i have a hard time. ive been getting better at managing it but i know for a fact i wont be able to take it when theres absolutely NO ONE. and 5. i just need comfort. someone there for me.
i talked about this with my partner and my other friend. my partner, who i will call j so that this is easier (and my other friend will be a), offered to come over and stay the night. my parents have finally let us have sleepovers so this will be the first one iiiiin like 2 years. a even said that maybe she could come over too and we could all hang out. but then j tells me they could probably only stay one night. keep in mind, its *4 nights*. they said a few weeks prior to this that they will be home alone on saturday and sunday, and since my parents leave friday, i thought itd be no problem. their mom could drop them off after theyre done school right... then they also said though that theyd be going to their grandmas. i asked if theres a possibility that they could maybe change plans, because i really, *really* need them right now, but they said probably not. i asked again earlier and they said theyre seeing what they can do, but their mom said they might not even be able to come over at all. my other friend, a, said that she wouldnt be able to stay long either, shes going to see other friends until late saturday, so id still have to spend a night completely alone. and my other friends are always busy with their work.
it might seem like im making this more dire than it is, but really, it is a pretty dire situation for me. because of my mental health being fucking dogshit and the stress from all this, i have gotten back into an addiction and tried to end it already so if i had to go to the trailer id probably shutdown so badly i wouldnt be able to function, but if i had to stay home all by myself id be at risk of hurting myself. i dont know what to do anymore. i talked to my mom about how im not in the best headspace for this rn and she said "well idk its what we're doing". i just kind of feel like im fucked. anyways sorry for rambling. thanks for listening if you made it this far

What happened:
So, the other day, (Sunday), Chome was being really slow and laggy, so I closed a few tabs until there were only one or two tabs open. That didn't fix the lag, so I closed Chrome and restarted my laptop (Windows 11, if relevant).
When I opened it back up, it obviously updated, because the 'new update available' icon wasn't visible in the top right anymore (I hadn't closed chrome for a while at that point, so it never updated until then).
However, I quickly noticed that the background I use wasn't loading, and my shortcuts were replaced by websites I requently visit or just recently visited. The middle search bar was also missing. This weirded me out, so i typed a few discriptors into the top search bar to see if it had anything to do with a new update or something.
When the results came up, they were on yahoo! and not google. This caused me to immediately panic, because I had just installed Bluestacks on my laptop (which, as far as I know, has a bit of a bad reputation when it comes to being safe, at least on Reddit), and I have had the unfortunate experience of having downloaded a trojan and a browser hijacker on my pc before (different device, in case you're wondering).
I then noticed the yahoo! icon to the left of the top search bar. My immediate thoughts were that it was a browser hijacker that came or was introduced by installing Bluestacks. I immediately deleted everything Bluestacks (all the .exes, folders, everything that came with it), or at least everything I could find that was related to it. I deleted it permanently, and removed the program from control panel. There was a file or two that I needed to look up in order to delete, but it's gone now.
After doing a bit of searching on Microsoft Bing (I have it on my computer and I didn't feel safe using Chrome/Yahoo!) I restored my Chrome to default settings and it seemed to remove the yahoo thing (and my background, but I wan't that upset about it because it was one of the ones in the google collection thing) and my shortcuts turned back to normal. Basically, everything at this point turned back to normal.
Afterwards:
I then started to do a little bit more digging to find if there was anything about this effect/bug/thing. I found the thing in chrome that allows you to change search engines. When I toggled it to yahoo! the icon on the top search bar thing was replicated, but it just showed the default yahoo! screen instead of the bugged screen I saw prior to defaulting my settings.
I noted that the yahoo thing didn't mess with incognito (I tested it, while I didn't search anything on incognito when the bug occured, the icon thing in the top search bar wasn't there). I also had my school account as a Chrome profile for easier access while doing school homework. I opened that up, and it seemed to be normal.
To be clear, all of the above paragraph occured during the bug, prior to the reset.^^^
I messed a bit with the other search engines to see if I could replicate the bugged screen. While on my regular account it seemed to bring me to the default page of the search engine (yahoo, yandex, etc.), on my school account (where many things are blocked, three of the search engines were blocked but that doesn't matter that much to me), and I managed to get something close to the bugged screen with yandex *(first image I included in this post).
Yesterday, I managed to find a reddit post that included an image of a screen that looked almost completely identical to what my bugged screen looked like, except it was red (which I assume had something to do with their theme, and not any bug).
The post: https://www.reddit.com/chrome/comments/vxih28/chrome_browser_crashed_and_now_it_looks_like_this/
What I need help with:
As this incident freaked me out a bit, I want to know what caused it and if it is still on my computer and will reoccur or something, or if it was a one-off bug. Obviously I'm not a professional or anything, and I just wanted to see if anyone on this reddit knew what this was and if I should be concerned or not.
My take:
After a bit of investigation after the incident, I got mostly that it was one of three possibilities.
Firstly, that it was a bug caused by new updates (again, hadn't updated Chrome for a period of time before this incident), and not anything malicious.
Secondly, it was caused by me downloading Bluestacks, causing malware to fiddle its way into my computer. I scanned it (my computer) with Windows Defender and Malwarebytes Premium Trial, and nothing came up. I also uninstalled Bluestacks quickly after I discovered this problem (not saying that this wasn't the case, but just stating measures I took that could affect the probability of this being the problem.
Thirdly, it was an extension. Okay, there are kinda two possibilities here too, but one is far more likely than the other.
First, the less likely possibility, there is some sort of malicious extension on my chrome browser that caused the issue. However, I don't have any extensions that may be malicious: Malwarebytes, Kindle, Return Youtube Dislke (which I deleted after this incident), Google Docs Offline, uBlock Origin, and Mcafee WebAdvisor (which is my next point).
Second, the more likely possibility, is that it was Mcafee changing my browser. I've only heard about it on reddit posts, but apparently it was a larger(?) problem 2 years ago? I haven't seen any image of this to know what it looks life to be sure but it is a possibility that it was Mcafee WebAdvisor that caused this problem (which I'm okay with, if this was because of Mcafee- cause it's not going to harm me like a virus would).
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If anyone could help me out, I would very appreciate it. I apologize for the long (essay) post, but I wanted to make as many details as clear as possible. If you know anywhere that this post could also be posted to, and that you believe I would get a better or more accurate answer, please inform me.

So, I've kind of posted about this in other threads, specifically on askreddit, but by some users request, I will do my best to fully relay this entire tale up to the current point, as well as provide as much context I am able (and will provide missing context if asked in comments).
TL;DR
A friend of mine of 4 years drank himself into liver failure and his wife cheated on him, so I offered him a free room to try and put his life back together, and I was repaid for the thought with a divorce of my own, but honestly, it's probably not that bad.
Part 1: CONTEXT
Me and my wife have been together since early 2014, and married in late 2017. We have been through much together, including two extended deployments, one of which was 10 and a half months long. We have traveled the world together, lived on both coasts of the US, and despite much of our struggles and how things eventually went down, I was always convinced we would work as a team to overcome any issues.
The friend in question was, largely, an online friend. We met playing an MMO during covid and we quickly formed a very tight knit, but small, community that were very close that included me, my wife, my friend, his wife, and 4 other friends. Covid was a wild time and I was surprised how easy it was to form friends in this group and we kept in touch, as a whole, even once quarantine had ended and most of us had moved on from that particular game. This was a group that, while it started online, we have met most of these people several times IRL and had vacations to spend time together and just hang out.
Part 2: His Problems
Fast forward to about January of 2024. My buddy, from here on out I will refer to as Z (and for a quick add, I will refer to my wife as D), contacts us to tell us his condition is dire and he has been diagnosed with stage 4 cirrhosis of the liver as a consequence of his extensive drinking. Shaken, we quickly charter a flight out to visit. Within a week, we're staying with him and his wife and his roommate and a couple members of his family who are taking care of him. This man is bloated, yellow, and probably about 350lbs now. We are worried, but stay supportive and positive that help can be found, especially since he seems keen on changing his lifestyle for the better. Some of his family start a gofundme that we donate to, and many of the people in our gaming circle who have grown close also donate several thousand dollars (One member of our raid team donated 10k. You never know who is stealth rich on the internet I guess). Me and several other friends discuss the possibilities of helping him get on disability and even getting ourselves tested as compatible living donors. Sad, but hopeful, we depart about a week later, and stay in constant touch.
About a month later, I'm getting a call from one of our mutuals letting me know that "Hey, so I may have goofed up." and tells me how Z's wife had visited him and had a 3 way with him and his wife. I am obviously irate at this and turn to back Z up with comments like "So much for in sickness and in health, huh?" I do what I can to stay supportive, and my wife, D, also makes it a point to stay in touch with him as he has found himself banished to the couch of his apartment. Not even allowed to sleep in his own bed and frequently uncomfortable even being in his bedroom to use the PC.
I'm not particularly rich, but I am not poor either. I served in the military and have a high VA rating which means a constant income and have a steady job and a couple side gigs that pay well enough. My love language, in many ways, is gift giving. I pride myself on being able to pick a good gift, even if it's a little early for an occasion such as a bday or christmas, and will often pull the trigger on something if it means a lot or I think it will help. In this case, my brother was selling an old steam deck because he wanted a new OLED model, so I figured "two birds, one stone", and buy the steam deck off him and send it to Z so we can still game together.
In the intervening months, Z and D start playing games that I have no interest in (Disney Dreamlight Valley), but I am happy to play other games and hang out and chat. Really, nothing seems amiss, but since his banishment, me and my wife are both pushing for him to come and take up the spare bedroom we have in our home. Soon enough, I buy him a plane ticket and he arrives with little more than the clothes on his back and we take him in, no cost other than the expectation that he might help around the house a bit (he was a chef, so having a cook and someone to help clean was ideal for me who often did not have the time or energy to handle these tasks as thoroughly as I would like).
Part 3: The Incident
Now, I am skipping ahead a little bit here, but there's not much to be said about the time between. My wife worked part time hours, and when she did go to work, she'd have him tag along just so he wouldn't "Sit and stew with bad thoughts" at the house alone. I will admit that throughout this entire ordeal, I have had several, several times where my brain tried to warn me, but I ignored ALL of those signs because I trusted him, but more importantly, I trusted her with my life.
One new, frequent argument I found myself having with her was she would fall asleep on the couch, and when I finally tried to go to bed, I'd do my best to wake her and drag her upstairs. These became extremely frequent occurrences and I expressed to her how frustrated I was that I had to fight with her just to come to bed so we could sleep (mind you, this is not even about sex. Often I'm taking her to bed at like, 1am and I work at 7, so I really just wanted her to be sleeping in the bed). Hell, one time, I started catching the vibes that the longer I sat and waited for her to be ready to go upstairs, she just never would be, because they were waiting for me to leave so they could talk in hushed tones. On THAT particular night, I went upstairs alone with her finally awake, and she did not join me for another half hour.
Finally, the day arrives. Its Sunday. We are all downstairs hanging out. One of their newest habits I can't really stand but just dealt with is that she'd sit and crochet while he doomscrolled or strummed on a guitar I bought him and listen to music videos on youtube endlessly. Eventually, I grow weary and give my wife a kiss and tell her I'm gonna go upstairs and play some GW2 for a bit.
About an hour passes, and she enters the game room and tells me "I am uncomfortable. I really need to talk to you. Oh, you're dying!" (As she entered the room, I immediately turn face to talk to her and disregard the game, but she decided that my Charr was more important that what was about to happen, so she of course warns me.) We step into the bedroom and close the door.
"You're going to hate me," she says through tears, "me and Z kissed!" At this point, my brain short circuits and I recall one of my first thoughts being "Oh lord, here we go." and just a general desire to not be a part of this conversation. Shock sets in almost immediately. Still with a healthy dose of denial, I talk to her about what had happened and told her that it needed to end. Even at this point, I did not want to send this man home. Was it shock? Denial? Probably a mixture of the two, or some other additional emotional responses. She gets up after some discussion and goes downstairs, promising to shut him down, but comes back about 15 minutes later sobbing "I couldn't do it! I couldn't end it..." (Side note: In my confused haze of a mind, I feel personally threatened, and after she leaves the bedroom, I lock the door and grab a metal water cub I keep at my side and prepare to actually fight if it comes to it, but once she returns, I back off that idea again.)
Talking with her more, I present her with two options; Couple's therapy, or divorce. BOTH of these options are world ending to her, and she even goes so far as to suggest that just because I said the "D word" that it was what I wanted, which was objectively untrue. We talk back and forth about things I don't quite recall at this point, aside from one point where she comes back and locks herself in the master bath and tells me to call 911, she doesn't care, because she's going to take a bunch of pills, but after a couple of hours, Z shows up to the door and knocks and asks if he can come in. I tell him he may enter, and we talk for a bit. After about 5ish minutes, we decide to go downstairs to the living room and continue the discussion.
Once I sit down on the sofa, I immediately feel like I'm being positioned as the bad guy. I'm in the corner of our sectional, and she's on my left, he's on my right. She tells him "He said it's either a divorce or couple's therapy." "Oh, so he gave you an ultimatum?" I continue to argue that yes, those are the two only options. Z tells me "You're not being fair to her emotions. She is telling you there is another option." I am thoroughly baffled at this statement.
D: I didn't think it was possible and I didn't mean for it to happen, but I have fallen in love with another man. My heart has room for two. I truly have two soulmates. I have never been happier than sleeping on the couch next to my two boys.
Z: There is no reason you guys can't stay married, and we can explore what we've found. I mean, look at how happy she has been since I have been here!
Sick to my stomach, I get up to go vomit in the toilet. Now, I wore a silicone wedding ring, and often find even with a hand wash, a little water tends to get trapped under it. After I finish and wash myself up, I come back and am playing with my ring to dry it. She sees this as a sign that I am uncomfortable again wearing my ring, and takes off her ring as I sit back down and hands me her wedding ring.
Me: Uh, excuse me?
D: This is what you want, I can tell.
Me: No? I was washing my hands and water gets stuck under my ring...
D: Oh... I thought... okay. (And she takes back her ring from me)
I tell her, very clearly, the options are to either end things with him, or end things with me. At this point, I'm still in shock, but sober in mind enough to decide that this is not worth fighting over. I will not argue with my own wife my merits or why she shouldn't just pack up and leave with a jobless, now essentially homeless man, and if she cannot figure that out herself then I will eventually move on.
Crying, sobbing, she sits down in front of him and says, "I'm so sorry, I fought for you. I really did. I told you I'd fight for you and I failed. I loved being your girlfriend, but I need to be a good wife and stay."
Z says "Alright." and starts to go gather his things to leave. As he does, she grabs him and says "No, wait! Please don't go. I don't know what I want."
Z: Ok, well if we're getting all this out in the open, I want to say this. I love this girl. I love her with my whole heart, and without her, life is not worth living. I will not leave this house if you (me) tell me to. Only her. You are taking this very well right now, I can tell you want to hit me (Still in shock, no, I can genuinely say that emotion or thought had not actually registered outside of the event upstairs earlier), but this is my stand.
D: OP, we had a good run. I'm sorry.
And with that, I get up and go to get my sandals and leave the house to get some air. As I try to go, she runs to the door and he follows her. She pushes the door closed and says "No wait, please!"
Me: No, this is the deal. I'm going out to get some fresh air. I am not threatening self harm to "win you back".
D: Will you be back?
Me: I don't know.
Z: Man, I'm telling you, you don't understand, you think I am your enemy, but I am not.
And with that, I leave and shut the door.
In the about, hour, I am gone, I drive around near the house and I call my supervisor who I have a very good relationship with (and I did not want to involve direct friends or family yet because I'm afraid it's too early to start spreading this news). I go over to her house nearby and we chat shortly. After our talk, I have at least something of a clear head and go home, with words for both of them.
As I arrive home, there is no one downstairs. I go upstairs. His door is closed. I knock on the door.
Z: Uh, one second.
I wait for about 5 agonizing seconds, but I refuse to be shut out of rooms in my own home and open the door. He is shirtless, and she is hiding in the corner just out of sight of me. I look him in the eye.
Me: Really?
Z: Yep.
Me: Get out of my house.
And with that, they both silently pack their things and leave.
The second I hear the front door close, I start calling people. I am not above pettiness, and the first person I call is her mom, whom I have a good relationship with. She is SHAKEN and immediately calls her. (I find out later that it was a particularly harsh verbal beating by her, but it really doesn't change anything.)
When I come downstairs to check the state of the house, I see her wedding ring on the counter. I call out of work the next day and lay down and hope I die.
Part 4: Her Problems
So, there is some additional context that I did not add in part 1 because a lot of it is red flags I ignored over the course of our relationship that, in the days following, started to become more and more obvious. There are many that I spent much effort playing off or covering her for, but I will try to briefly list much of what I see as glaring issues in the relationship that were never remedied.
This woman is 30 years old and cannot drive. She can drive and HAS driven my vehicle at the start of the relationship (albeit illegally), but after one tiny little accident where she hit a pole and knocked my side mirror off (which she paid for and fixed before telling me, it really wasn't a big deal. I was on deployment), she never drove again. Attempts to get her behind the wheel would end very quickly after they started, and the conditions to get her in the seat were often extremely time limited, scheduled, or something would come up, and every time I told her "okay, this month we're getting your license for sure" it just wouldn't happen and I'd end up feeling like the one who was at fault.
She does not have her Bachelor's degree because she did not turn in her final project for one single class. Not only that, but she has never truly pursued a career with the things she learned from the coursework, or even used her AA.
For half of the relationship, she did not work at all. When she did, it was often part time work, and if she was saddled with full time hours or, god forbid, overtime, it was a world-ending affair. She would come home and constantly be tired from her few hours at work and would do little more than sit around and crochet.
Our agreement when we bought our house was that she was going to work full time and we were going to split household duties, but I would definitely scoop the cat box because she was allergic (but she wanted cats) and wash dishes (because she hated them), and she would do laundry (because I hated it). In practice, all her version of laundry turned out to be was to throw loads in when one of us was out of clothes and just hit wash and then rotate, and then leave all the clothes in a pile on the bed. EVERYONE KNOWS folding the laundry is the worst part! Come on! Men's clothes are easy! I don't wear that much! (When we would fold, I often finished in a third of her time and would just hang out and chat until she was done)
Ultimately, this meant that for many years now, she was working barely more than part time if she was working at all, and would sort-of do laundry. Meanwhile, I am scooping litter, folding laundry, doing dishes, doing all related yard work, doing all the household cleaning, handling all the finances, I did MOST of the cooking, and all of the grocery shopping (often going alone), driving her from work if I could (she'd uber it if not) and picking her up and driving her home, as well as just generally being a chauffeur for her for 10 years, while working a full time job and a side gig online. Many nights I'd have to stop what I was doing to pick her up at closing hours, and then would sit in the parking lot for 30 minutes while she did tasks like vacuum her little crystal shop that she definitely could have done before close so I didn't end up waiting so damn long. Then we'd come home hang out and eat while we watched TV, and then if I wanted to try and go upstairs to do another hobby, I'd be silently guilted about it because she wanted to sit on the couch and crochet.
Part 5: My Problems
I am not perfect, and admit I have flaws. One of her favorite things to claim to our friends now is that I was "emotionally neglectful", and if there is truth to it, I think I can pin down the day. Before I started working full time again, I was going to school on the 9/11 GI bill. I was not a good student in my younger years, but in time, I have become rather good at school. My first two semesters back I easily maintained a 4.0 GPA. Over the summer in 2022, I, woefully, decided to take a Calc 2 class online because I could not find one in person and wanted to be ready for Calc 3 in the Fall to fill a prereq for my bachelor's, and I really liked the instructor for that Calc 3 class. This calc 2 class was painful. The instructor had clearly recorded all his lectures during Covid and we were simply given the full course of videos and given work assignments and said "Email me if you have questions." This is not how I learn, but I figured, hey, it's one class. I'm working again, but one class isn't a huge deal. I can knock this out.
I was wrong.
After the second exam, I had a low C in the class and I knew I couldn't keep up. I withdrew from the class feeling no other option. I tend to be pretty good at math, and ultimately my dream was to work with 3d printing on an industrial scale with a Mechanical Engineering degree- and if that failed I had my military history (which is engineering relevant) and a degree to fall back on and work should come easily. After clicking that withdraw button, I saw those dreams vaporize. After that, I threw myself into my government civilian job full time and slowly fell into depression. By the end of our relationship, with the toll of doing 99% of the work around the house and for her and with my dreams dead and buried, at age 33, I would wake up and pray I died. I would never kill myself, but I wanted to just die. I felt backed into a corner. I still did everything I could to support her and hoped that one day, she would pick up some of the load and maybe, just maybe, I could go back, but that day did not come (At least not in the way I expected).
Part 6: The Aftermath
This post is already too long, and if I include every single detail that has come to light since, I might actually hit the post cap, but I will go over at least some of it here.
I have had my friends come out in droves. Both of them have been effectively exiled, at least from what I can see, from every friend circle we have. After a couple of days, they flew back to live with, I guess, his parents in Vegas while they sorted shit out, because after I spoke with Z's previous roommate, he adamantly explained he was tired of all the "fucking drama" that Z had been bringing into the house and was just done with it.
I have spoken with many, many people and gotten even more context and even receipts of some of each of their conversations to our mutual friends, and some of the shit I read is just hilarious. He is "not ashamed of pursuing happiness, he is just sad that people got hurt". She is "coming to terms with emotional neglect and felt trapped, but now, yes now, she is free."
I got my neighbors to watch the cats, and took my dog up to visit my closest friend of 20 years and spent about a week and a half drinking, smoking, and talking about all this while surrounded by some of the most beautiful nature the US has to offer. Truly, without this man, I don't think I'd have gotten this far as quickly as I have. He really has been a lifesaver and I truly, to my dying day, will always appreciate him.
Paperwork has been filed, we wish to remain on good terms, and one day I still do hope I can be a friend to her, but she is woefully immature and incapable of adequately performing in an adult society. I have quit my job and am returning to school with a much lighter budget and will be getting that degree I desperately need.
It's been hard, real hard. I have put every ounce of my being into this relationship, and I truly felt like she was part of me, and nothing like this could ever happen. But it's that trust that allowed this to happen. I do not hate her, I'm just disappointed. I will pick up my pieces and, hopefully, find myself whole again soon.
Part 7: Rambling anecdotes
These are some stories I wanted to include in the previous body of text but didn't feel like it kept the same flow (if there even is any at all, I'm not proofreading this). If I remember any others after I post, Ill just toss them in the comments.
Early after Z came to live with us, my mother came to the house to drop off a package. I am pretty sure I was at work, but when my mother came to the door, both of them answered the door and the way my mom describes it "First of all, do you answer the door at your friends house? Also, the way he hovered over her made me uncomfortable. They were in the doorway and he was right up behind her poking his head out." She said my wife had told her that I was feeling unwell and was upstairs sleeping. I can't even be sure at this point.
Shortly before all the things happened, my parents were going out of town to celebrate their own anniversary, and I had agreed to dog-sit their 5 month old puppy (who, while cute, has WAY too much energy and was EXTREMELY difficult to handle, and I have raised several dogs at this point). We met up and took the dog, and then ALL of us (including Z) went to dinner. At dinner, my mother looked at my wife and asked, directly "And so how long have you been married? 6, almost 7 years? Well at least you missed that 7 year itch, huh" and my wife shortly followed with a comment about how she was not hungry and did not eat dinner that night.
All of this happened WHILE THIS CRAZY PUPPY was running around the house, and part of me thinks he pushed this to happen when it did because he could not stand having to help take care of this dog any longer (2 days).
About a week after all this happened, my wife did not text or call me, or respond to any messages or emails I sent her (I didn't send many, but they exist). Frustrated, I text her and tell her I need to talk to her about logistics moving forward, specifically about her belongings. She told me "I will talk to you when I am ready." We did not talk for another week. Also, she told me to stop talking to her mom. (I have a good relationship with both of my in-laws and while her step-father tried to remain impartial to the best of his abilities, he gave me some of the best advice I could possibly have gotten at that time, mostly about how to move forward and cope, as he has personally dealt with this with smaller relationships 3 separate times in his life which he gave me details on, and we are still on good terms.)
Their favorite TV show to watch together was Outlander, which, if you aren't aware, is basically a story about a woman who time travels and has two men in her life.
One of our biggest constant points of contention was my friendship with an old high school buddy (who I spent much of the time in the aftermath hanging out with while healing). We believe, with good reason, that she hated this man because after I had almost been hospitalized for psych reasons due to stress, he had told me I needed to talk to her about working again and doing more to help around the house. She figured out, obviously, who was telling me to say these things, and sent a very, very angry text to his wife. They all apparently made up, but I know she never let that grudge go.
One of the fairly recent hobbies I got into was D&D. It seemed like a good fit for all of us. She loved fantasy and gaming, I enjoyed 3d printing and story telling. She needed friends, and a party of people hangin out would give her at least a few connections to start. Every night she "participated" in D&D, she mostly sat quiet and did not do anything. Hell, I tried to get her to participate in 2 different games, and after she left the first one, she asked to just sit quietly in the discord call (This first one was online only, second was in person) and listen, which was super awkward. In the in person game, after 3 months of playing, she did not know how to play her character at all, and mostly spent her time at the table crocheting. (My buddy even made a comment about how at one point, he was proud of how good I was getting at DMing and I was giving particularly good exposition, and she interrupted me to hand another player at the table a dice bag she made. I don't remember it, but I absolutely believe this happened.)
The day of "the incident", she had a meltdown about how a friend of hers had ghosted her. I told her it was okay, she was much younger anyway and people grow apart. She's probably going through stuff and we should respect that path she's on. She cried about how she has no friends.
Also the day of "the incident", we were in the shower together and she told me she had met her sister's new BF on facetime. I asked "why did she break up with her old one?" "Well... she cheated on him." "Oh, that's a shame. Cheating is probably the most cowardly act a person can do to another. If you're going to start a new relationship, you need to grow a pair and end it before starting a new one." She clearly took my words to heart.
One of my biggest pet peeves about cleaning the house is our dog sheds, a lot. If I see a hairball roll through the house it immediately drains me a bit. We had a roomba. She would send that thing home when it started and never start it again. It barely ran. She would not vacuum.
One of the most common descriptors of her I've heard used by many people now that they're "allowed to" is "She was there, doing the thing with us, but it was like she wasn't there."
Something she thought that I apparently hadn't figured out by the time we talked after everything happened was that they had been talking since February. I told her I wasn't stupid and had figured it out already that this wasn't out of the blue.
Z's wife is currently pregnant with the baby of the man she cheated on him with. (And he is also married)
Anything else I remember Ill leave for comments, I know there is much, much more.

Just recently got a new job. I had been looking for over a year, and it's the first opportunity presented to me. I'm now only 2 days in and all I can think is I wish I never saw the email and was still jobless..
Trying to finish my AA so I can raise my GPA and pursue a bachelor's and even masters possibly close to full time. However I am low on money because I had not worked since 2022.
I was very overweight and had extreme mental issues. I fixed a lot of the physical stuff, and mental stuff has got slightly better do to bettering my life style and some medical diagnosis, but still not great.
I needed money though. What little I had is all but gone, and my mom has been letting me live at home for free. I spent what little I had on classes, and even then it was not enough for my last spring semester and the current summer one. My mom also assisted with those too.
I feel like such a a freeloader because I was not providing any money to myself, nor her and she was letting me live here for free and eat her groceries. It disgusted me, but I was in such a rough position working a job was impossible for me.
Now I got this new job. Working in IT for a college specializing in Dental medicine, and I am only 2 days in and hate it. Now a huge reason is because of 2 things outside of the job, and both sort of affecting each other.
1.) my exercise routine. I was biking 100 miles a week and working out 4 days a week on a very religious schedule, and seeing great results. My body fat percent was going down wonderfully, and I felt amazing health wise. Now I cannot do that unless I want to sleep less than 8 hours a night, which is already hard for me to get, especially because of my extreme anxiety and depressive issues. 2.) school. I am still 21 credit hours away from finishing my AA. I am currently taking pre calc, math being a subject I am very not good at, and I have almost no time to do it. I come home from work, and immediately heat up food and sit down to try and get in a lecture and finish homework, and I barely get it done. I have no time to workout or ride my bike or any exercise after work because it takes me all of my time to heat up dinner, prepare lunch for the next day, clean what needs cleaned, shower and do all the pre calc that needs done.
I am terrified the mental progress I have made is going out the door, as well as the physical fitness, and I'm scared I will fail precalculus lowering my GPA and forcing me to retake it. (Also wasting 500 bucks).
On top of all of that, the job has been nuts. I am 2 days in, and already my entire department seems to hate life. The IT director constantly jokes about firing people and us, all the people underneath him talk shit about each other, there is 0 onboarding process for a new hire, and I'm already doing so many projects I have had to skip lunch, and then get asked by 5 different hr people why I skipped lunch. They tell me to stay and do work and then ask me why I'm still here. I am also being told that as an hourly employee only supposed to work Monday through Friday, that June 2nd I have to work all day Sunday for the students graduation even though I have an exam due that night. So not only am I just out of the blue being forced to work a 6th day that week, but I have to come home and immediately take a pre calc test I will most likely be barley prepared for.
My mom tells me " if you think you need tutoring you should do it" like when the hell am I supposed to have time for that ?? I don't even have time to do anything else.
This is the first week on the job, I will be lucky if I finish all of my homework before Friday when it's do, and even then, I have an exam this Sunday already and will probably have to spend the entire day Saturday and Sunday preparing for it, and skip any chance and physical exercise, or spend time exercising and risk having to stay up all night and being under prepared.
My anxiety is through the fucking roof. I used to have panic attacks constantly, and luckily I have not reached that point, but I feel like my blood pressure is so high that my veins are about to Burst.
I mean I'm 2 fucking days in... How am I supposed to do this for the rest of precalculus. I mean honestly if I make it through this class and pass it I don't think any other class will lose a threat, but it's just insane...
Idk how people do this. I don't get why our society makes it impossible for people to find a job and work hard and have that job make time for school. I have to deal with corporate ass holes who want me to work to the bone just so I can afford to fail my classes... Like what the fuck.
I felt horrible being in the situation I was in not providing any money to myself or my mom... But fuck I want to literally blow my brains out now. Maybe it will get more relaxed, but I can't see that happening whatsoever until I get deeper into precalculus and see if i will even pass it ..
I have 0 people to count on too. No one is supportive whatsoever. No one to hug, or get reassurance from. My mom just says this is how it is and doesn't care. I can't talk to a therapist because anytime I say anything more than I'm sad they want to lock me in a psych ward because no one gives a rats ass about mental health in Florida, or America. I have no friends in real life within 500 miles of me. It's just me.
Idk what to do. Idk what to believe in. Idk how to calm myself, or cope. I can't do any of the things that we're making my life better.
The one thing I have still going strong is diet. I also wake up with enough time before work to at least go on a quick jog before I get ready and leave, but it isn't enough.
I feel like If I can't find some sort of relief or balance I'm going to be right back to crying and panic attacks In the bathroom in a matter of weeks.
I honestly hate life. I wish I could go back to younger me and tell him to sweat blood trying to get into a university with full scholarships so I could pursue The education I dream of full time and find a job I truly enjoy. That is still my long term goal, but I feel like I'm killing myself to get there.
I know so many people do stuff like this and make it though, but so all of those people have decades of issues with major anxiety and depression? Have they all thought about suicide since they were 13 ?
Maybe they have, but for fucks sakes if they have can they at least hug me or just reassure me everything will be okay ???
Because life is very difficult right now.
Also I typed this on my phone, so if some words seem out of place, I probably missed a letter here or there and phone auto corrected.

Hi :)
I'm 15 y/o and somewhere in between agnostic and christian, idk how to describe it.
So I'm from Germany and legally part of the lutheran-protestant church, which is the second biggest church organisation here. When I was 3-10 y/o I went to church about once a month. Then I stopped and only went occasionally. When you are 13-14 in our denomination, you're having the 'confirmation', which you're basically doing to confirm your baptism, since most people are baptised as babies here. I did this and went for one year every week to lessons about the bible, religion and philosophy and maybe once a month to church, had my confirmation in 2022.
I was believing in God back then but was mostly evangelical and conservative, so it wasn't really the right denomination for me. (ik in the US it's different, but over here, most protestants are way more liberal than catholics. gay marriage, female pastors, etc. are pretty normal here).
But around that time I stopped praying and reading the bible. I still believed that God is real, I felt bad when I knew I was comitting sins, I started praying in emergancys automatically, but I called myself agnostic or even atheist, and made fun of Religion etc. Most people, including my parents respected my very liberal and atheistic view (and didn't know I still believed there was a God). They raised my slightly Christian, but they never forced me into anything, if I wanted to I went to special masses for children, and I had a children's bible, and they sometimes told me about God, but that's it. My mum isn't talking about religion at all, and my Dad goes to church once every 4-6 weeks, because he is a volunteer and helping out, but he is more agnostic goes to church for the community and because he likes to help people.
So at the end of 2023, my political views became more extreme. I was reading a lot of leftist stuff, about anarchism and communism. I was anti-religious and said bad things about Christians. I think I did it, because I didn't want to believe in God and tried to fight my inner beliefs with saying those things.
But at one point, idk how, I felt more and more bad everytime I noticed that I sinned, I thought about it all the time and I felt the urge to pray and read the bible and worship, while still acting anti religious.
At one point, I started slowly to pray and read the bible again, and stopped saying those things and asked God for forgiveness. I think that was about 2 months ago.
But a lot of people still thinks I'm antireligious and I only told those friends, who for example saw my bible and asked me, because I'm kinda introverted and wouldn't just tell people about it.
I am wondering now how important it is to attend church, since community is important for faith apparentely and I kinda understand why, we sometimes have school masses (I'm boarding abroad currentely), and I like it, singing together and all that.
But when I'm going back to Germany in a few weeks and stay there for next year, I won't have those school masses and would have to go to church actively, if I wanted to. And then I would have to explain my parents why I'm disappearing every sunday morning and would meet the people I avoided for 2 years in church again.
Obviously, that would be awkward, and also our church consist of maybe 97% people over the age of 50, and some of them are friends with my parents or friend's parents, and it would just be extremely awkward to have to talk to them and I'm antisocial in general and struggle with social anxiety sometimes.
So yeaaa, nothing I really want to do lol. Also, back then in 2022 I was very conservative as I said, and not really convinced of the teachings of our church, because I (a lesbian feminist) was convinced that gay sex and female pastors were wrong and our pastor is female and very liberal (we watched queer eye together in one of our classes). Idk how I'm thinking about those things now, but it's still kinda weird to have a female pastor since I was convinced that this was wrong for a long time (and I'm still not really sure about it).
But going to another church would be even more awkward, because I would have to tell my parents that I would go to a less liberal church and then they would think I'm indroctrinated or idk what.
Well, so this turned out to be more of a vent than I expected it to be when I started typing lol.
I reaaaally want to become a Christian and I'm trying to do my best, and I should care less about other people's opinion on me and my beliefs, but I just do it.
So how important is going to church actually?

I (17F) have been feeling a little off since my last period (ending 4/15). I've had a little bit of nausea which is not abnormal for me, tender breasts, sensitive stomach, and I've been like really moody... crying all the fucking time. I didn't think to take a pregnancy test and just attributed my physical ailments to stress of graduating HS and just thinking about life and the fact that I'm going to be a real adult soon and all that jazz.
I only became worried and took an early pregnancy test on Sunday morning (5/12) because I was a few days late (which i also attributed to stress), and there was a very very faint line which did not show once the test was dry so I assumed it was just negative and went on with my day.
That night I started feeling some cramping which was the same as my normal period cramping and went to bed thinking I would just wake up and start my period the next day.
At school yesterday, Monday (5/13), I started bleeding and it was much much heavier and darker than usual, with a few really large clots of blood that I haven't seen before in the 7 and a half years I've been menstruating. I use a menstrual disc, so I see everything. I am still bleeding heavily, but less so and there has been less frequent, more period-looking clots today.
I know my body and I don't feel normal right now but I don't want to believe that I was pregnant and looking at pictures of other people's miscarriages is not helping me figure it out because I didn't have any of the white tissue or anything just big blood clots and a lot of cramping.
My boyfriend and I only use condoms and we had a little malfunction during my period last month but he didn't like finish inside of me or anything.. we caught it first.
The only person who knows that I am concerned is my best friend. My boyfriend doesn't know, neither my parents nor my sister know, and I don't know if or whom I should even tell.
Can someone please help or just lie to me and tell me I'm fine and it's just my period because I can't bring myself to talk to my mom because I don't want to upset her as she had 4 miscarriages and a hard time getting pregnant in general so I don't want to trigger anything for her. I've been crying all day and I just feel so... guilty? I don't know what about but I feel awful. I feel like I lost something but I don't know if there was anything to lose to begin with.

TLDR at the end.
I've been at 5B for about 5 years, and I cannot stand it anymore.
I hate the customers that don't know how to put shit back where they found it 2 inches away (I've literally watched someone grab a phone case off a peg, look at it, look around for somewhere to put it, and then drop it on the floor), can't fold a t-shirt to save their life, don't watch their screaming children running around messing shit up.
I hate closing all the time, because there's no way to get the entire store recovered, floor swept, spot mopped, all go-backs done, back up my cashier, AND stay within payroll (which I get bitched at if the store isn't recovered 100%, or if I go over on payroll, so it's lose/lose).
I hate closing every fucking Sunday (Jan/Feb, 2 out of 4 Sundays; March, 3 out of 4, only cause we were closed Easter; and all 4 Sundays in April) because I only get 5 hours, and in that time I have to assist my cashier cause Sundays are busy AF, recover the entire store 100%, sweep the entire floor- under fixtures, everywhere, mop the entire floor (and my SM requires pictures of the fresh mopped floor, which adds so much extra time to the process), do the deposit (minimum 30-45 minutes), clear out every single go-back, clean the whole cash wrap + ACOs, all in 5 hours- PLUS take my break. No fucking way.
I hate that my SM never closes- literally. It's an issue all of us on her manager team bitch about with each other. She never closes, and almost never works on a Sunday, and if she does come in on a Sunday, she's only there for a few hours to check up on certain things & then she's gone. She also doesn't have her MM close, and the PTSL can't close by themself on the weekends, so that puts 7 days of closing the store on the shoulders of 2 managers (CEM & FTSL) instead of all 5 managers. Yet she wants to bitch & moan when this wasn't done right, or that wasn't done 100%. Her expectations are absolutely unrealistic, because she doesn't ever fucking close so she doesn't get it. We update her on sales, and if we aren't making sales, she just assumes "Oh y'all should be able to get out on time tonight, then". Like, NO. Sales numbers do not accurately reflect foot traffic in the store. If a family with 6 kids comes in & trash the store looking at everything, and end up only buying like a piece of candy each, that's a messy ass store for a maybe $15 sale. It's such bullshit that she never fucking closes.
And don't even get me started on this BS ACO policy.
I hate this place and I'm so ready to leave. Does anybody here who's resigned recently have any suggestions as to good jobs to apply for to get tf out of here?
TL;DR- I fucking hate this place and I'm ready to leave. Anyone who's recently left, any good suggestions on jobs to apply for so I can GTFOH?

Hey Step Parents,
I want to know how I can support my partner through this and what we can do to support SD too (4F).
Last week we were picking SD up from her mums when her mum said "SD are you gonna tell dad or am I?" in a very passive aggressive tone - we both assumed SD has been in trouble at school again. SD got very uncomfortable and BM told us SD doesn't want to come and see us anymore because she doesn't get to spend anytime with mum.
I was livid.
SD lives with BM and Dad only sees her Wednesday evenings (5-8pm) Friday overnight from 5pm, takes SD to swimming lessons 8am Saturday and drops her home to mum by 9am Saturday. He gets her through to Sunday EOWE.
They do not have a court order, this is just to suit her work schedule (back when she was working). (He could do 50/50 but she won't allow it)
It is very obvious to us that SD feels ignored by her mum, especially since moving back in with her new BD and having a newborn baby (5mnths). Her mum never plays with her and never takes her anywhere, and esp since having bub she uses that as her excuse to say no to SD. I feel so bad for SD, she loves quality time and her mum just hands her an ipad.
Anyway we gently did try to explain to SD that she only sees dad 2 days out of the week and that she feels this way because Mum doesn't play with her. Was shit but it needed to be said, there was literally no other excuse we could have given her. We then reassured SD that mum shouldn't have put SD on the spot like that and that it should have been a grown ups conversation without her (or me tbh) there.
Do we reduce Dads custody even less until SD asks to see him??
Do we continue custody as usual?
Should he make a stand and demand 50/50 custody? He pays well above legally required child support.
I know he HAS to have that awkward conversation with BM and say look you are borderline neglecting SD and THATS the reason she feels she's not spending time with you, I just know it'll bite dad in the ass cause BM is an angry person.
SD has serious behavioural issues since moving back in with BM new BD to the point where she's going to be expelled from her school because of the tantrums but she's never like that with us. I wholeheartedly believe this child acts out with her mother is because she does not feel seen or heard.
This had made us start to make arrangements to be even closer to SD so we can request 50/50 or even just more than what we currently have.
How can we support SD?
How can I support Dad?

Me M/21 and her F/21 met lately last year in December after I had finally gotten a job I've wanted within my college at the school gym. I had seen her around quote a bit before and thought she was very kind and pretty but I didn't know her and hadn't found the confidence in myself to talk to her. After getting this position, I found myself around her more, talking to her more and eventually we both knew we had an interest in each other. I asked her for her number and if she wanted to hangout (go on a date) and she was all about it. We went on a date, had a great time and the next morning I was hit with a "I think it's better that we just stay friends." While I was ok with this and was ready to move on, I get a text from her a month later just saying "hey, how was your day?" At first I didn't think anything of it but as time went on I could tell she liked talking to me a lot. This went on for another month and so I asked if she wanted to hangout sometime again, and she was down to do so. Something flipped within a 24 hour period where she was dodging hanging out and didn't seem interested anymore. Eventually she stopped talking to me and then found out she had started seeing another guy. I was really confused, and annoyed and just felt stabbed in the back, even if that wasn't really the case. I figured she just liked me for attention, so from then on I just focused on myself, work, school and friends. Eventually (a few months later) I found out she wasn't even dating this guy at all and that he hadn't treated her well towards the end. Me being me, I told myself that I really didn't want to regret not trying with this girl one last time and putting everything I had left into it, because I knew if I didn't then I would kick myself over it. So I tried again, we talked a bunch, hungout a few times and eventually I ask her out on a real date. Right after I asked her I could tell she wasn't interested in a date and kind of regretted it. I was then told by a homie (boyfriend of her bestfriend) that he overheard her say that she likes that I'm persistent but isn't interested. Later on the next day (Easter) I get a text saying "Can I ask why you are so persistent on things between us?" And I responded with "I truly value you as a person and I see something with us, and when I truly value a person I have a hard time letting them go. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, that's the last thing I want to do." I get no text the rest of the night and in the morning when I see her at work, she doesn't mention it whatsoever. It had been bugging me so I brought it up and low and behold she says the same thing as before. "I tried dating and it's just not something I wanna do right now." I hear that and I'm ready to be her friend but she gives me this hot and cold approach and i never know what to do. Now I think about her all the time and that maybe there's a chance in the future when I shouldn't be thinking this at all. I wanna move on but can't, I wanna be able to date and see other people but I feel like I'm making myself unavailable in case she comes back. It's unhealthy, especially with a girl I never dated, but since I work with her I gotta see her everyday and as I get to know her more, I realize how much we have in common (politics, music taste, points of view, interests) but I can't share any of it with her and it's eating me alive.
I guess I mainly want help on how to deal with it? If anyone has some advice or similar experiences I'd love to hear them. Thank you for reading

I (17F) have been feeling a little off since my last period (ending 4/15). I've had a little bit of nausea which is not abnormal for me, tender breasts, sensitive stomach, and I've been like really moody... crying all the fucking time. I didn't think to take a pregnancy test and just attributed my physical ailments to stress of graduating HS and just thinking about life and the fact that I'm going to be a real adult soon and all that jazz.
I only became worried and took an early pregnancy test on Sunday morning (5/12) because I was a few days late (which i also attributed to stress), and there was a very very faint line which did not show once the test was dry so I assumed it was just negative and went on with my day.
That night I started feeling some cramping which was the same as my normal period cramping and went to bed thinking I would just wake up and start my period the next day.
At school yesterday, Monday (5/13), I started bleeding and it was much much heavier and darker than usual, with a few really large clots of blood that I haven't seen before in the 7 and a half years I've been menstruating. I use a menstrual disc, so I see everything. I am still bleeding heavily, but less so and there has been less frequent, more period-looking clots today.
I know my body and I don't feel normal right now but I don't want to believe that I was pregnant and looking at pictures of other people's miscarriages is not helping me figure it out because I didn't have any of the white tissue or anything just big blood clots and a lot of cramping.
My boyfriend and I only use condoms and we had a little malfunction during my period last month but he didn't like finish inside of me or anything.. we caught it first.
The only person who knows that I am concerned is my best friend. My boyfriend doesn't know, neither my parents nor my sister know, and I don't know if or whom I should even tell.
Can someone please help or just lie to me and tell me I'm fine and it's just my period because I can't bring myself to talk to my mom because I don't want to upset her as she had 4 miscarriages and a hard time getting pregnant in general so I don't want to trigger anything for her. I've been crying all day and I just feel so... guilty? I don't know what about but I feel awful. I feel like I lost something but I don't know if there was anything to lose to begin with.

Shared this on the Weird NJ Facebook group and figured I'd share here too.
So I'm 22, and my mom grew up in the Watchung/Summit/Chatham Borough area. She horseback rode for most of her life, and mostly there. She had her horse at the Watchung Stables, and would go as she described "trailblazing" into the Watchung Reservation. She remembered that the trails had names, but can't remember them. She would ride up on remains of satanic things all the time, but one of note were the charred remains of a pentagram star. She said it wasn't large, but the size of a circular carpet. She said after entering the reserve, it would come up on her left side.
The one that stuck with her though was when she was riding, she got turned around and ended up getting lost. Meanwhile she's in her early to mid teens, and this was sometime in the 80s. In a blind panic, she ended up riding into someone's backyard. The owner of the house was a woman that it turned out went to the same church as my mom, and knew my grandmother who helped out with the Sunday School at the Lutheran Church. The woman said that so many people who had gotten lost ended up in her backyard that she had printed maps for people to find their way out. Since this woman knew my grandmother, she went the extra mile and called my grandmother for my mom to help out. My mom said for years after she was easily panicked getting lost, even in the car.
Unrelated, but she was also there when the Snowbird Acres Farm burned down in Long Valley back in 1985.

It’s rather amusing than irritating seeing my ex’s mom message me randomly, on the night of mother’s day. Nakakatawa, to be honest. 😂
For context, her son and I broke up 3 years ago and they all thought that my ex is Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes. What they all believed in was I left him because he didn’t have enough time for me when he was in Law school, but the truth is he was somewhat cheating all along and saving other girls’ photos in his phone—including our friends and workmates.
Anyway, I kept my silence despite all the trauma and parinig his family has been doing in social media. I unfriended everyone for my peace of mind. They must’ve kept updated through my public accounts.
Fast forward to last Sunday, I received a very lengthy message from my ex’s mom saying it was good to see that I have moved on already (even if I had naman na waaaay back) coz her son is so happy with his love life na right now. I mean, please, for all I care. Lol.
She also said despite of what I did to her son, she’s forgiving me—the forgiveness I didn’t even ask for to begin with—and she was “happy” to see me now married and pregnant. I doubt about the latter statement coz the tone was really sarcastic.
Lastly, she said that she was messaging me because she wanted for all of us to have some peace of mind, that there was no need to reply, and ended with “good luck and good riddance.” Like, huh? 🤔
Ang tagal ko nang walang radar sa kanila and I’m genuinely happy with my life now to even bother whatever they’ve been saying behind my back—and now she’s disturbing my peace? 😆 So you’re keeping tabs on me?
After all this time, I still live rent-free in your minds. Please lang, Tita, leave me alone. 🙃😂