Spanking stories and punishment

Hey guys im 17m and i recently got out of my battle with the hard s. pls give this story a read as it serves a reason too seek help, ive summed it down as much as possible for you, its so easy too find a local line for people too talk too with a quick search.
Chapter 1: Early Struggles
My childhood was a whirlwind of chaos, marked by my parents' turbulent separation when I was just a child. The memories of their heated arguments, sometimes escalating to physical altercations, lingered in my mind. Despite the turmoil, my mother emerged as my anchor, tirelessly providing for me while ensuring my father contributed financially through child support.
Chapter 2: False Hero
At six years old, I viewed my father as a savior when he gained custody after a prolonged legal battle. However, the illusion of safety shattered as I faced my stepmother's relentless bullying and unreasonable demands. Home became a battleground where I navigated the minefield of my father's authority, realizing it came with its own brand of cruelty.
Chapter 3: Escaping Reality
To cope with the turmoil at home, I retreated into my imagination, crafting elaborate fantasies as a means of temporary escape. Despite the turmoil within my family, I projected a façade of happiness and humor at school, determined to shield my peers and teachers from the harsh realities of my daily life.
Chapter 4: Silent Suffering
Behind closed doors, however, I suffered in silence, enduring relentless punishments and late-night chores under the unforgiving glare of the outside lamp. My father's preferred methods of discipline ranged from physical to psychological, each one leaving scars deeper than the last. From being forced to scrub concrete with a toothbrush late into the night to enduring verbal tirades that cut deeper than any physical blow, I bore the brunt of my father's wrath in silence, convinced that no one would believe my cries for help.
Chapter 5: Cry for Help
A visit from my siblings on my mother's side stirred a longing within me to confide in someone about the horrors I endured. Their presence was a rare beacon of familiarity in my tumultuous life, offering a brief respite from the chaos that consumed my days. However, the joy of their visit was short-lived as my father's disdain for their presence became apparent. With a heavy heart, I watched as my siblings packed up, knowing that their departure signaled a return to the suffocating grip of my father's tyranny.
Despite the opportunity to seek solace in the presence of my siblings, I remained silent, my father's mere presence invoking a sense of fear and helplessness that rendered me mute. Years of manipulation and psychological warfare had ingrained in me the belief that reaching out for help was futile, a notion reinforced by my father's iron-fisted control over every aspect of my life. Even as my siblings prepared to leave, I remained locked in a prison of silence, unable to voice the turmoil raging within me.
Chapter 6: Breaking Point
The breaking point came like a tidal wave of despair, triggered by my stepmother's relentless tirades and my father's explosive temper. Tossed aside like a discarded toy, I found myself at rock bottom, nursing wounds both physical and emotional. Ready to surrender to the darkness, I bid farewell to my unsuspecting classmates, plotting a desperate escape from my unbearable reality.
Chapter 7: Finding Hope
But fate had other plans. A heart-to-heart with my school counselor unleashed a torrent of suppressed emotions, leading to intervention from compassionate social workers. With promises of a fresh start down under with my grandparents, I glimpsed a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, daring to believe that a brighter future awaited me.
Conclusion: A New Beginning
As I embarked on the journey to leave my troubled past behind, a mix of relief and disbelief washed over me. Though the road ahead remained uncertain, the support and compassion I received offered a lifeline in my darkest hour. And as the story drew to a close, it served as a poignant reminder that help is always within reach, urging others to extend a helping hand to those who are suffering in silence.

TL;DR I (20F) downloaded Reddit to ask for advice. How do I tell my boyfriend (23M) of 3 years that he drains me. I tried to understand him the best way I could, but the lapses, differences, values, principles, and backgrounds make me really rethink our relationship. He's actually a nice, good-looking, and selfless person, but at some point he's also controlling, strict, possessive, a gaslighter, and a manipulator. Whenever I post myself (a selfie) on social media, he gets mad and ignores me. To the point where he deleted all our photos from his feed, unfollowed me, and posted a parinig post on his feed. Also, he doesn't go to school and has no work, so basically, since we're in a relationship, I finance him most of the time considering that my allowance is only good for 1. Actually, he had a job for only 6 months, and he resigned for some reasons. Whenever we had an argument or misunderstood, he'd demand we break up and punish me with his silent treatment. I asked myselt, Kaya ko ba na makasama sya habang buhay? I don't know anymore, but the differences are so loud. I came from a complete and may kaya na family, while he came from a broken family and is not financially stable. There was a time he jokingly told me, "Hindi na ako mag aaral bahala na hahah" I just smiled and looked at him, but deep inside, it was a major turn off. He has no future plans. He's a typical guy who craves alcoholic drinks every weekend and likes to vape. Noong una kaya ko pa pero nakakapagod din pala. I love him pero nakakapagod din mag hintay ng isang taong hindi mo alam kung may patutunguhan pa ba ang relationship nyo. How do I tell my boyfriend that he's not the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life? How do I tell him that I don't see a future with him? Should I break up with him?
(Let me know if you guys are interested to know more about the story)

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TL;DR I (20F) downloaded Reddit to ask for advice. How do I tell my boyfriend (23M) of 3 years that he drains me. I tried to understand him the best way I could, but the lapses, differences, values, principles, and backgrounds make me really rethink our relationship. He's actually a nice, good-looking, and selfless person, but at some point he's also controlling, strict, possessive, a gaslighter, and a manipulator. Whenever I post myself (a selfie) on social media, he gets mad and ignores me. To the point where he deleted all our photos from his feed, unfollowed me, and posted a parinig post on his feed. Also, he doesn't go to school and has no work, so basically, since we're in a relationship, I finance him most of the time considering that my allowance is only good for 1. Actually, he had a job for only 6 months, and he resigned for some reasons. Whenever we had an argument or misunderstood, he'd demand we break up and punish me with his silent treatment. I asked myselt, Kaya ko ba na makasama sya habang buhay? I don't know anymore, but the differences are so loud. I came from a complete and may kaya na family, while he came from a broken family and is not financially stable. There was a time he jokingly told me, "Hindi na ako mag aaral bahala na hahah" I just smiled and looked at him, but deep inside, it was a major turn off. He has no future plans. He's a typical guy who craves alcoholic drinks every weekend and likes to vape. Noong una kaya ko pa pero nakakapagod din pala. I love him pero nakakapagod din mag hintay ng isang taong hindi mo alam kung may patutunguhan pa ba ang relationship nyo. How do I tell my boyfriend that he's not the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life? How do I tell him that I don't see a future with him? Should I break up with him?
(Let me know if you guys are interested to know more about the story)

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Hi! Just wanted to thank everyone for all of the support on my last post, the days have been passing by easier since then. 🥹🫶🏻
Day 14 today, my counts started going up a few days ago! Neutrophils pranked me a little (0,00→0,05→0,00→0,02→0,04 today) but otherwise, everything else has been going up pretty well, hemoglobin and platelets especially! Still got pain obviously, and god awful issues with my bowel movements, but I'm managing! Optimistic for once in my life.
I realized that the only people who know my story are my doctors and part of my family. I love reading other people's stories, it makes me feel less alone (feel free to share yours if you want!), so I figured I'd share. I'll keep it brief.
Everything started with a cold that took a suspiciously long time to heal which left me with a really bad cough (that took 3 months to go away, my doctors tried everything 😭). Tiredness (5h naps during the day wouldn't cut it) turned into faiting episodes. Wounds wouldn't heal, bruises would appear. Swollen lymph nodes and gums. My last memory before getting the blood tests that changed my life was helping kindergartners (Vocational HS section where I'm basically learning to be a daycare teacher) explore a forest. In heels, without water and with no food in my stomach... Man, I really thought I could do anything. Sweet memory I cherish though.
After I got a few blood tests (I only remember my iron being 4x the amount it should've been, WBC 24k + 60% blasts) done we got a call from the lab to go to the hospital and re-do them. The hospital wouldn't re-do them because they said the results are clear, I've leukemia. The poor doctor started crying. I remember my reaction, “Leukemia? But I'm only 16.” (And now I'm turning 17 at the end of the month, how time flies) Saw a pediatric onco-hematologist on Monday. Said it looked like AML (later on found out it's "high risk, M4" but I don't exactly know what that entails) there's treatment available, said my dad can't stay as my caretaker (which I didn't understand then but I thank her for now), and then she left. She's not exactly very talkative...
Next day I got a portacath, and started investigations pre-chemo. Thankfully everything looked fine, hadn't spread to my brain, my lungs and heart were fine, basically everything was okay otherwise. Started chemo. Didn't go into remission after induction (I think I was at around 11% blasts) but went into full remission after second round. Two more rounds of chemo, then a SCT with my mom as the donor.
Now I'm looking forward to the future (although I'm also terrified of it and of the long term effects that I know I'll have to deal with). If everything goes well, my doctors have said I could maybe return to school at the start of September, which would be perfect for me since that's when the school year starts. It's genuinely my only wish. I value school so much, I know it seems ridiculous, but I studied a lot, got pretty good grades, even went to the national English olympics in 9th grade. My teachers have been very understanding too. I hope I'll be able to return, but I'll do whatever my doctors say. I don't want to set my expectations too high. I miss my teachers a lot. Also my cat, but she's having fun on the countryside! Meet Șoarec
The only thing I haven't been able to cope with is the less understanding people, haha. It really be your own family sometimes. Mom is my caretaker and although she's super sweet, she can be very rude about my pain, and pressuring me to eat/drink. Dad told me “God punished me and that's why I got leukemia” which left me stunned, I've been thinking about that for a month. Also the occasional “Oh, what's leukemia? Is it like, gamer over for you?” or “RIP” reaction when I tell someone my diagnosis. I'm gonna work these issues out in therapy though...
Hope this isn't too long or trauma-dumpy haha! Just wanted to share, this community has been very kind & helpful and I definitely wish I would've joined sooner.

Howdy! It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, so here I am requesting a game once again lol.
Let me start off by saying I absolutely love the Souls games and Fromsoftware. I’ve been playing their games since the first Armored Core on PS1. Souls like games are one of my favorite genres and I have probably played 1000+ hours across Fromsoftwares games.
I’ve sunk countless hours into the first dark souls on 360 and I’ve played tons of dark souls remastered on switch, Sekiro and Bloodborne on PlayStation, Dark Souls 2 on Xbox Series S, not to mention the hundreds of hours I have on Elden Ring alone. I have a deep passion for the series, and Dark Souls 3 is the only game in the lineup that I have yet to play.
I know the games can be stressful, angering even, but once you finally get past a difficult boss that’s been holding you back and has killed you dozens of times, or you finally find a bonfire to rest at after hours of seemingly aimless exploration, you feel not only relieved but a great sense of accomplishment. That’s one of the things I like most about the Souls series/genre. Many people claim they’re just rage bait or unnecessarily difficult, but that’s simply not true. You can always go retrieve your lost Souls or Exp, the game doesn’t punish you unless you fail at an obstacle you’ve already overcome. It only punishes you for doing less than what you know you’re capable of, forcing you to learn from your mistakes and improve.
Aside from overcoming difficult trials and learning to adapt there are many other aspects of the Souls series that I enjoy. The games are often light on story, leaving you to find obscure items and npcs to help you piece together the lore of the world and the stories of important characters leading you to explore the map more than you most likely would if there were numerous cutscenes and the mysteries of the world were handed to you. The worlds Fromsoft has built are almost always beautiful in their own eerie way, full of strange creatures and mysterious, interesting characters.
Well, I suppose that’s all I have to say for now. I can’t promise I’d be able to repay you in some way, or that I’ll be able to return the favor. But I can promise you that the gift would not go to waste and I would appreciate it greatly. Thank you for your consideration and taking the time out of your day to read my post!
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https://store.steampowered.com/app/374320/DARK_SOULS_III/

I had a dream probably 12 years ago that I’ve never forgotten, during one of the darkest times in my life when I was scared I’d fail in life
The dream began in a volcanic Ashland where I was traveling with a ragtag band of refugees trying to escape some horrible volcanic event or maybe even super volcanic event, so we were all journeying through this grey valley flanked by ashen mountains with a few distant volcanoes, I was the leader of this group and they were depending on me to hopefully guide them to survival.
We came to a huge obsidian temple structure and it was built onto the valley wall so we had to climb it to ascend out of the valley, so we entered. But the building had an ominous energy like something dark was sleeping inside of it.
Part of the way up, a young boy in my group was running ahead even though I told him to wait and tried to run after him, but as happens in dreams my legs were like lead and I couldn’t keep up. I had this growing sense of dread.
Then the boy slipped off the edge over an overhang and as I looked down after him he plunged into a lava pool, burning to death. My sense of dread didn’t go away it only increased. Somehow I knew (maybe because it was a dream made by my own mind) that that wasn’t the only horror that awaited us in here, this place wanted all of us not just the boy.
That dread manifested as the boy came clawing his way out from the lava pit and let out a horrifying cry like a nazgul or a ghoulish undead, with his flesh bubbling and dripping off of his bones in places he began sprinting with inhuman speed back towards the entrance of the obsidian temple he had fallen from, right back into the entrance.
My band of refugees began panicking, torn between the anguish of watching the boy die and the horror dawning on them of what he had become- a monster- and why he would come sprinting back into the temple some floors below us.
We all heard the inhuman commotion as his undead body slammed into corners, so great was his speed, and we all realized rather abruptly that he was closing in on our group.
I urged the group to begin climbing the stairwells that wrapped around the precipices of this obsidian temple, up towards the valley wall. We had only one possible escape: somehow reaching the top and whatever salvation waited for us up there from the desolate volcanic wasteland and the undead monster that had once been a little boy. So we all begun to sprint, but we were slow.
some of the refugees had bags, some were elderly men and women, it began to dawn on me that we had no hope to escape as i heard the monster closing in from below. I turned to confront him, readying to fight with no weapons.
When he emerged he looked at me with his ghastly skull shining through his melted off face and he spoke and said "You did this to me so I will punish you by making you live while your people die." And he ran past me with superhuman speed and tore into my group, beginning to butcher these weak powerless refugees even as I tried to fight him, plead with him, even as I tried to urge them to keep running, he eventually killed every last one of them with his long ghoul clawed skeletal hands.
"Im sorry." i said to him. "Im sorry i let you become a monster." and he just smiled back at me and stepped off the ledge, plunging again into the lava, this time to rest eternal, but the carnage of my mangled people now lay all around me, and still the black obsidian stairway beckoned, leading up into the tallest passes of the ashen mountains where smoke and fog obscured the path, I had nobody left and nowhere to go but up.
So i went up. Up, up, up through winding valley corridors of sheer black jagged rockfaces, ascending thousands of steps until the atmosphere seemed thin and the night stars shone from above, the distant red glow of the lava flows fading to a dull reminder of the carnage i was leaving behind me.
eventually the climb slowed but the path continued and the stairs began to turn downwards, the rock walls opened up into a dusty grey plain of old ash that had blown here from distant eruptions in the ashlands below, but it was cold up here and dark, and the fog parted and i saw in the distance a structure, not ominous and unnatural like the obsidian temple but a human structure, a distant farmhouse, but I had a feeling when i looked down the winding stairs at this house like i was looking into the blackness of a night that has a rapidly approaching tornado, totally invisible, the sight of this farmhouse gave me a sense of existential dread greater than even the obsidian temple had inspired. But i knew i had to keep going forward anyways. So, with despair in every step, i put one foot infront of the next and kept walking.
As i approached the house I realized its scale, it was not some small farmhouse, more of a manse, and the stairs on this path led straight to its roof where the stairs that had once led down from its top were gone. There was only a gaping black hole in the roof, my only way forward was into this abandoned structure, so with a heart full of fear i lowered myself down into pitch blackness.
I found myself in an ash flooded attic full of furniture like old spinning wheels and some misshapen objects with soot stained sheets over them, the room was so very cluttered with dillapidated old stuff that i could hardly navigate it. I kept bumping stuff then I froze, because on thr far side of the room i saw a sillouhette standing motionless. A feminine sillouhette that seemed like it moved slightly as I brushed against an old desk, causing a noise.
As she reacted, she turned towards me and I saw her face, and her mouth hung open, her jaw split in two, one half dangling and the other holding a malicious grimace.
She moved like a squid striking out from inky blackness at its prey, lifting up off her feet and drifting rapidly to me, her mangled jaw soon centering around my field of view as her face filled my vision and she grabbed the sides of my head, talking to me
"You have to pay for what he did to us, you have to see it all"
And she entered me, i just remember at this point in my dream my vision was full of motion, like she had possessed me and was flying me through the pages of her own history book, in a misty ashen blur of colors and shapes i found myself chopping wood in a dark forest with green leaves around, when a rage filled every fiber of my being and i turned towards a tent, gripping my axe as i swung it through the fabric, turning it on my first wife (in my dream i understood this to be the vision of the woman's husband when he murdered her with his axe) and splitting her jaw and head open rather than any log
I was crying abd begging to be left alone and allowed to leave when we swirled back into the attic, and the ghost was standing right there with inhuman stillness, i couldnt look away from her mangled face as she said "now you know what he did to me…" and she slowly disappeared into a small mist
I was deeply disturbed and crying and disoriented as i looked around the attic and saw a small wooden panel with some grey filtered light showing through it and i went that way, but as i did another ghost of a different women, her neck angled violently screamed at me and grabbed me and possessed me, now I was her husband, the same man with his second wife wringing her neck as she turbed blue
In this manner a series of murdered women ghosts possessed me, forcing me to witness their deaths from the poijt of view of their killer, all killed by the same horrible man in different violent ways, in total 7 stories of 7 murders of 7 dead wives, and each one whisming me to another part of this forsaken farmhouse where they had lurked waiting for whichever man was unlucky enough to enter this cursed homestead
My experience dreaming this was mostly an unsettling amount of vertigo during the dream and images of violence and these ghastly faces of ghosts filling my vision before flying me to another room where another ghost would stand motionless waiting to possess me, the entire time i felt like i was crying and falling from a very extreme height
Eventually though the last ghost released me from her possession and i stood in the kitchen room where she stood with me, her face blue from drowning in a bath tub, and she smiled at mr and spoke more gently than thr others had, she reached to take my hand but when i flinched and screamed she dropped her arm back down to her side and just smiled sadly at me
"Thank you"
And she and all other ghosts were gone and it was just me alone in this forsaken manse's kitchen, and i heard a sound i never expected, trickling water. So i walked towards it and found a back door on the ground level which opened easily, and i stepped outside and saw some white, ash-filtered sunlight and a sight that took my breath away, about 300 yards away was a running river with lush green trees and plants and a thundering waterfall, and i knew that my trials had passed as i walked out towards the end of the ashlands with my boots squishing in fertile muddy soil, and i woke up completely drenched in a puddle of my own sweat

I view writing as a gift, not as a trait. It's so hard for me especially since I know two languages, wanting to focus on my English as it is wonderful to write in. My second language, Latin, is just as wonderful, even though barely anyone reads it although I wish people did. I feel dehumanized for people wanting AI to automate my mother tongue, it's incredibly tragic. All in the name of profit and material worth. People never wrote things in history to sell, only to prove a point, build trust with somebody or to tell a story/philosophical/spiritual view. Selling writings merely for material worth i.e Money is a very recent thing they say and is the cause of all this calamity. Thankfully Latin is safe from so much of this crap, though it suffers from lack of readership (a problem unique to the language as a whole). Some of my writings contain Neoplatonist views on monadic interpretations of Reward vs Punishment among some of my Orphist/Hellenist spiritual views, the work in question is a book I have been writing lately. To think AI could copy this, even through a human hand making the AI do this to make a quick buck, is dehumanizing and, to be clear, hurts the very idea of writing in the first place. We do this to communicate things to others, not to make money, that is how it always has been throughout history and in my opinion will never change.
Any thoughts on this?

I am STILL NOT the Original Poster. That is u/ta-bff-234324. He posted in AITAH and amiwrong but posted the same text in both subreddits. I chose to use the ones from AITAH
Thanks again to u/Literally_Taken for the rec and to Choice Evidence and u/chickenoodledeprived for letting me know about the update!
Previous BORU here. New update marked with ****\*
Trigger Warning: racism
Mood Spoiler: tentatively happy ending
Original Post: April 1, 2024
My (29M) best friend Jess (29F) keeps on mentioning my ex (29F) in front of my fiancee, and I am thinking of cutting her off. I want to know if I am overreacting, or if Jess is in the wrong.
For context, Jess and I went to the same high school and the same college. We were friends in high school. However, since we both went to the same out-of-state college, we became best friends since then. We have always been there for each other during the best and worst times. However, things have always been platonic, and she is more like a big sister to me, who made sure I stay on the right track.
I have only been in two long-term relationships so far. One was with my ex Lisa for 7 years. We met in college and dated all through our college years. Lisa and Jess also became good friends, too. After college, Lisa and I just grew apart and had different goals in life. I became "boring" after college as I was working on my PhD while doing a full time job. Lisa broke up with me as she wanted to party on weekends, while I was home studying. I was heartbroken, but I don't think I ever blamed her or had resentment towards her, as I understood my decisions were selfish and should not hold her back from having the best life.
Jess always stood by me and comforted me during that time. Jess and Lisa were good friends and Jess always kept on telling me that Lisa loves me and will be back one day when I am ready. I foolishly held on to that hope and stayed friends with Lisa. That was until I met my fiancee Yang. After I finished my PhD, I got a nice job in a big tech company. Yang joined our team a year after me. We started going out for drinks, and dinner and we started dating seriously pretty soon. We are happy together, and financially in a great place. Needless to say, I stopped talking to Lisa after I started dating Yang.
I proposed to Yang a year after we started dating and got engaged last year. Jess has been acting weirdly since we got engaged. One of the first things she said to Yang after we got engaged was how I had planned the same thing for Lisa (proposing on a local hiking trail). It was a bit off-putting that she was bringing up Lisa whom I broke up with almost 5 years ago on such a happy occasion. However, Yang asked me to not spoil my mood, as she felt Jess was just commenting on how I had that plan in mind for years. Since then, every time we meet, Jess without fail brings up Lisa and how the things I am doing are all the things I had planned with Lisa. This happened when we bought a house, planned for vacations, etc. Jess always starts with some nostalgic story and then brings up how Lisa and I were so happy together. She is still good friends with Lisa and keeps giving me updates about Lisa and how great Lisa is doing at work when no one is asking for it. It felt like she was painting a rosy picture of Lisa to Yang and telling Yang that she would always be second to Lisa.
Yang told me Jess's comments bothered her, and I also felt the same. I have brought this up with Jess many times and asked her not to do it. However, she says she will try but since I dated Lisa for 7 years, she would be part of many stories from the past. Also, she asked me why talking about Lisa bothers me and if I still have feelings for her. I have reduced hanging out with Jess. However, she is close with my mom and is always invited to all our family parties and holidays.
I talked to my mom and sister about this and they feel I am overreacting. They feel Jess is just telling stories and since the stories are mostly from college days and later, Lisa will be a character in the story. They also feel I should not be bothered by Jess mentioning Lisa since we broke up a long time ago. I feel that it's disrespectful to Yang as she doesn't need to hear about all the fun Lisa and I had when we were together and how we were planning to get married. Do you think I am the asshole to stop here or Jess is truly acting out of line?
Relevant Comments:
Commenter: Probably need to separate your time with your fiancé away from your friend. ... On a side note, your friend comes across poorly on one other aspect. When you were too busy to date so you could study. She is encouraging you to stay available while your ex goes about dating around? Think she ever encouraged your ex to not? Or do you think she was telling your ex she could have all the fun she wanted cause you'd still be around? Food for thought.

OOP: She thought we were 24 when we broke up and she always justified that Lisa was young and it's natural to date around before you settle down. She also encouraged me to do the same. However, after my breakup, I decided that I would not be in a relationship (based on what happened to the previous one) and never dated anyone until after I graduated.

Commenter: Not wrong, in fact it's thoughtful of your finace's feelings. " Jess always kept on telling me that Lisa loves me and will be back one day when I am ready." - yikes.
An easy: "Jess, you keep bringing up my ex, and keep making comments which are dismissive of my relationship with Yang. I am telling you point blank that this is harming our friendship and it saddens me that you dismiss my feelings as being unimportant on this topic. If you can't respect me, and my relationship with Yang, please understand why it will likely end our friendship."

OOP: We have had this exact conversation. Jess then proceeded to ask Yang is she offended by her telling stories about me. Yang was polite and said she is ok. Then she told me I am being too sensitive.

Commenter: Op do you know if Lisa is married? Maybe Jess is trying to sabotage your engagement so you can be with Lisa.

OOP: I know Lisa is single. She has not been in any serious long term relationship after me. Infant, Jess always makes it a point to bring that up regularly and update me, even after I tell her I have no interest. My mom loves gossip and they also discuss a out Lisa regularly.

Jess is just being a mean girl/have you talked to Lisa at all?
At this point, I suspect Jess is just being mean to Yang. I would have cut her off long ago if she was not so close to me or my family for so many years.
Lisa is out of the picture, to be honest. I have completely gone no contact with her for the last 2 years.
Jess has feelings for you:
That's not true. I did not write it since I thought it was irrelevant, but Jess is happily married and has a 3 year old kid.
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Update Post: April 23, 2024 (22 days later)
I wrote a post a month ago regarding my friend Jess mentioning my ex constantly in front of my fiancée. Thanks to everyone who commented, and how inappropriate it was. However, the last month has been nothing but crazy and I still trying to make sense of what happened so far.
After my post, I decided to talk to Jess and gave her an ultimatum not to speak about my ex Lisa again. I know Jess and Lisa are still friends, but I was uncomfortable of her comparing my fiancée Yang with Lisa all the time. I broke up with Lisa 5 years ago, and she is nothing but a faint memory in my past. Jess kept on defending herself and telling me that I was with Lisa for most of my adult life and it's hard to tell any stories from the past without including her. She also blamed me for being emotionally childish and just forgetting about Lisa when she was with me for 7 years. Finally, Jess agreed that she will not bring up Lisa in front of Yang, and I should also not treat Lisa as she does not exist since she is still Jess's friend. I informed Yang about our conversation. Although she was appreciative about it, she said I did not need to do it and she knows how much I love her and every time Jess brings up my Lisa, she feels sorry for Lisa that she let a guy like me go.
Yang went to visit China two weeks ago for a month as we plan to get married in her hometown. She is taking care of her shopping as well as preparations for the wedding. Jess invited me to her house that Friday for dinner as I was home alone. I am also good friends with her husband, and we were all just chatting and drinking in the living room. Around 7.30pm, the doorbell rang, and Jess excitedly went to open the door. To my surprise, it was fucking Lisa at the door. She was all dressed up as if she were ready for a date and came in. I had not seen her in person for almost 3 years and I was shocked to see her. She sat down and started making small talk with me. I was extremely uncomfortable and went into the kitchen to talk to Jess. I was angry at her and asked her what was going on. She kept on telling me that it's been 5 years since the breakup and to get over it and be nice to Lisa. She said Lisa was excited to meet me and she thought we were all adults and could have one fun evening together. We had a fight and I told her that she should not have invited Lisa after our conversation the other day and I do not want to be friends with her anymore. I went into the living room and politely excused myself and told everyone that I had a work emergency and had to leave early. Lisa looked sad, but I genuinely felt uncomfortable to be made to hang out with my ex without my consent.
I came home and called Yang. I have never seen her more furious, and she told me she is not comfortable with Jess anymore as she has some agenda that we do not know about. It's different to talk about Lisa, but to invite her without consulting is not ok. I also felt the same and I called Jess the next day and told her that she crossed a line, and I was terribly upset with her. I stopped taking her calls and ghosted her. I also told my mom and sister about the whole incident.
Last Sunday, my mom called me for lunch. When I got there, I saw Jess was already there. I told my mom that I do not want to talk to Jess and can't stay. However, she asked me to sit as they all wanted to talk to me. I have a glutton for punishment and decided to hear them out. My mom started with how Jess has been there for me all these years and only has my best interest at heart. She kept on telling me that they are the three people (mom, sister, and Jess) that love me the most. Jess started saying how she felt that I was making a big mistake in not having to hear what Lisa had to say. She told me that Lisa was my first love and Lisa is now ready to settle down and we can pick where we left off. She reminded me how broken I was when Lisa left me and how life is giving me a second chance. My sister also chimed in and said how they all liked Lisa more than Yang and how we both looked so great together. Finally, my mom started saying how our culture was so different than Yang and it is hard for them to relate to her. I asked them in what way, and my mom said that they did not understand what Yang says sometimes and have nothing in common with her. Then my mom asked me to think about how Lisa and I would have such wonderful looking kids, while if I marry Yang, our kids will look so different. I started getting their drift and I probed more. My mom told me how our kids would look Asian with "small eyes" and not like any others in the family.
I asked my mom if she cared about my kids looks more and not about how smart they will be since Yang has a PhD. She blew it off, and I realized she just did not want me to marry Yang because she was Chinese and not white. My mom told me to forgive Jess and my mom asked Jess to talk to Lisa on my behalf and asked her if she would be interested in getting back together with me. My mom was adamant that since I loved Lisa so much, I should be happy and pick up things where we left off as that is the best for everyone. I have never been so angry and may have said a lot of unkind things to all of them before I left
I am so depressed right now. I not only lost my best friend, but also am not sure how I can move on from what my mom said. My mom and sister raised me and that is the reason where I am today. However, I cannot get over how racist they are being and how they were just pretending to like Yang all these years while actively working on breaking us up. I have been so shocked that I have not told any of this to Yang so far. I might wait for her to come back next week and talk to her in person.
Again, thanks everyone for all your messages on the last post as they helped me a lot to think through the situation. My life is more fucked up than I could imagine, and I cannot imagine how dejected Yang will feel after hearing all this.
*****New Update Post: May 7, 2024 (5 weeks after OG post)****\*
I wrote a post two months ago regarding my best friend Jess constantly bringing up my ex when talking to my fiancée Yang. I wrote an update two weeks ago about my mom, sister and Jess scheming about trying to get me back with my ex Lisa because they were uncomfortable with Yang being Chinese. They tried to do it when my fiancée was visiting her parents and I felt so betrayed by their actions.
As I said in the previous post, I blew up on my mom and sister about what they said and immediately left. I did not take calls from them or answer texts for the next several days. Their messages initially were anger towards me on why I left before they could finish what they wanted to say. However, I think they realized on day 3 that they might have crossed the line this time and became extremely apologetic. I finally messaged them to leave me alone and not to contact Yang or I until we contact them. Jess did not message me the whole time.
I did not tell Yang about the situation until she came back home 9 days ago. I initially did not know how to bring up the subject, but she sensed something was wrong and asked me about it. I was so worried about hurting her, but I told her about what happened. I was upfront about the stunt Jess pulled and she was angry at Jess. I also told her about my visit to my mother's place, but she did not react with any anger. She just asked me if I was ok.
The next few days were confusing where I was more upset than Yang. She was just excited showing me all pictures and telling me stories. Finally, on last Thursday evening, she opened up and asked me if I was ok about my mom's behavior and what I plan to do. I told her my thoughts and how I cannot forgive them for what they said about her being Asian and them wanting me to marry a Lisa because she was white. I asked her why she was not more upset as it was bothering me.
She told me that when she told her parents about me, they had the exact same reaction for her dating someone who was not Chinese. Her family is very traditional, and her parents were very upset about her decision. It took them a few months to warm up to me and accept me. She never told me about this because she wanted me to have good relationship with her parents. She told me that now they are the most excited doing arrangements for our wedding.
She told me that she has always felt something was off when she talked to my mom, my sister or Jess and they did not like her. My mom and sister would be very friendly with her in front of me, but never invited her for anything when I am not around. She suspected that it may be due to fact that she is not white and does not understand the American traditions. She said she is not upset with them and now that this is in the open, she should talk to them and assure them that she would be as good of a wife as Lisa or any other girl. She said that she does not want to break a family in order to start a new one.
Despite my protests, Yang invited my mom and sister for lunch on Sunday. She said that it would be good for us to talk about everything and hear why they are concerned about her marrying me. I was really not happy with this, but Yang spent most of Sunday morning cooking for them.
When my mom and sister arrived, there were a lot of waterworks and apologies. My mom apologized to Yang and me for her behavior and told us that she would never bring it up again. My sister also was quiet and had tears in her eyes. There were a lot of blame games. My mom and my sister were blaming Jess for constantly telling them how Yang might not be great for me and how she won't fit into our family. My mom and sister fought with Jess after I left and Jess blamed Lisa. Based on Jess's story, Lisa has been depressed for the last few years and when I suddenly got engaged to Yang, it became worse. Jess thought I was also depressed after Lisa left me, because I did not date anyone for 3 years. In reality, I just wanted to focus on my work and studies and never had time. So, Lisa convinced Jess that she has to get back together with me as that is what I wanted too. Jess said how sorry she felt for Lisa as she was her longtime friend and listened to her plan as she thought it was good for everyone.
My mom and sister told us that I should stay away from Jess because she orchestrated the whole situation. They kept on hugging Yang and apologizing to her. Yang in turn also started crying and telling them that she will do better to fit in with them. It was all a big mess. I am still skeptical of my mom's change in heart, but I also want to see Yang happy. However, I think it will take a lot of time and healing before I could truly trust my mom and sister.
Currently, my mom invited us to lunch at her place next week and told me that Jess will not be there. Jess has still not message me or Yang. I really don't know what I can do in this situation. I am still upset and furious at my mom, but I also want to respect Yang's effort to keep the family together. Thanks to everyone for all the messages and supportive comments. It really helped reading them when I was feeling very sad.

Good Evening All, I am a senior high teacher and have been for many years, but I am now the parent of a struggling little boy and I feel like it has given me an entirely new insight into the school system. My son is a busy, energetic boy who is dealing with a move to a new community and acting out. According to his teacher he is pestering other students, cannot sit still, and is using inappropriate language (well grade one inappropriate- he’s not swearing). This is all impacting his ability to make friends as the other kids don’t want to play with the “bad kid.” I also have some suspicion he may have adhd, and I’ve arranged a doctors appointment but it is hard to tell if this is his issue or if he is just struggling with all of the changes in his young life. This is a story I’ve seen in my classroom many times, and it is surreal approaching this situation as a parent instead of as the teacher.
My response was to figure out how I could support the teacher and make things better for my son. I arranged a meeting where we could speak to my son, and talk to him about our plan to provide rewards and consequences to encourage good behaviour. I planned to be an extremely supportive parent, but then during the meeting a small thing happened that made me hesitant to be too punitive on my son. I ended up with the impression that this teacher didn’t care about my son, and she probably spent her breaks complaining about him and suddenly I lost a bit of trust for the school system. She of course didn’t say those things but when I tried to discuss some mean things other kids had been saying to my son, and some strategies that set him up for success in his last classroom I felt like she was brushing me off and it was hard to commit to providing a punishment to my son when I wasn’t sure she was being fair to him. I’m probably not being fair to her, but it’s hard to trust someone else with this little person that you care about more than anything in the world.
Now I fully admit I am making a mistake and I’m likely not being as supportive as I need to be. Of course I’m telling my son he needs to behave and I’m trying to offer him incentives to have good days, but I’m not taking away privileges and being angry with him like I thought I would be, and maybe he can sense that and is just playing me. I don’t know. All I know is he comes home and cries because he had a bad day, and he’s lonely and I’m scared for my son. I just don’t know how to help him and letting him feel my disappointment and anger seems like too much right now. I want to be his safe space instead. I want his home to be where he can come home and relax and feel loved.
In my frantic research trying to find some way to help my son I have come across countless other social media posts from mothers whose kids are struggling in school just like mine. It has caused me to reflect on some of my past interactions with students and their parents. Did some of them sense I didn’t care about their child (whether that was true or not)? Did they feel helpless to fix their child’s problem with school?
I don’t know what all the answers are but man it’s breaking my heart.

Talking with a really pretty girl online but my introverted self cannot think of something to reply to her latest text. Long story short, we were talking about poetry and literature and she offered to let me borrow a book of hers.
Her: I’m super into classical literature rn!!
Me: That’s so cool! I assume you’ve read crime & punishment then? I’ve been wanting to read it for the longest time
Her: yeah i am!! I can lend you a copy if you like?
[end scene]
all i can think of saying is ‘that would be great!’ or ‘thanks!’ but that seems super dry and doesn’t add much to a conversation with her id very much like to continue

Why have I NEVER seen a fanfic that has these crazy sons of bitches as antagonists? I mean these guys are worse than the exterminators, maybe they were a little limited because these were only mentioned on the patreon but they have a lot of potential ahead of them to bring out very good and crazy stories of these unfortunates and if there are already fanfics of these guys, do they have a name?👉🏾👈🏾 I feel that a punisher style protagonist would go very well with them xd

Mostly just need to vent.
So my table has one large mission as the main arc, but currently focused on an integral smaller mission within the larger mission. Main mission cannot be completed without this second one.
My table got a bit derailed tonight when a PC forgot about the mini mission (despite that being the whole previous hour….a bio break and short rest for for the in game characters made them whoosh forget that & they showed up at our next location super aggro and demanding my npc lead them to character needed for the main mission.
I tried to get them back on track, mentioning that that character wasn’t there. Why were they at this building (hint hint) and one poor PC tried to speak up but no one was listening.
I knew my npc had a hook to make him instant friends with a PC, so when they finally asked about a character involved with the mini mission I started my 3 sentence paragraph to give needed information. I wasn’t 6 words into my statement & this PC interrupted me and shoved my npc and yelled at him for being sexist (he was calling the 3rd character a rude teachers pet, which is probably the nicest adjectives you could use for this character) I pivoted and tried to have my npc mention the reason they were there and this 3rd character being involved…nope a 2nd pc PICKS UP MY NPC AND STARTED THREATENING THEM IN THEIR OWN HOME
I had to stop the table and remind them everyone was a good aligned character. They just walked into someone’s home, were welcomed nicely, the npc introduced themselves but they didn’t introduce themselves, they started demanding stuff and the got rightful defensive and now he’s being attacked….well my 2 PCs said I made a very unlikable npc and said they wouldn’t change anything.
Okay. Who am I to show horn them into a path. They then guns blazing go into the room with the actual bad guy…no planning or plan…per my module she’s to instantly cast fireball. I stopped the session before she cast anything. I ran the damage and the two PCs closest if they didn’t pass their saving throw would be on death saves…..I don’t want to do that, but I am mad they are being so aggressive.
This is only session 2 and they weren’t this aggressive the first session. Our previous campaign I wasn’t the DM and this group was really murder hobo-y but everyone was on board (it was Shrahd) and the setting more lent itself to that. But even then our DM then would complain we didn’t ask questions or talk to NPCs or try anything other than hit first and go oops we needed that person later.
Frustratingly the main aggro PC is our former DM.
I have talked to him already. He apologized. And promised to let me finish speaking when characters are talking. Especially when it’s obvious I’m reading something prepared (probably important if I wrote it down)…but his advice was to have us “reset” back to when they came inside, but I don’t want to do that.
As sorta frustrated as I am, that’s part of dnd. Having your characters go their path. I’m just not sure how to get them back on track. I want to punish them for going so fast into this, but I know if attack them with this 3rd character then they’ll attack back and probably not hold back and leave the campaign if their character died start of session 3. (I’ve invested $300 into this module and really want to see atleast some of it through) I did metagame warn them that they’re level 3 and they need to start thinking about that before they go attacking everyone they meet. (The npc they shoved and nearly fought was a level 13 wizard…they weren’t going to win that fight).
Guess I’m also frustrated that I’m the only female in the group and they attributed alot of negative female connotations to the one sentence my npc said (called him catty, b**chy, rude, annoying, petty) when they knew the person they were meeting was a part of a known evil organization. But no how dare my nice, welcoming npc not like the evil organization character….when I asked that in the session debrief I was told it was “how I presented him” with my one sentence…I think next time I would stop them and say “let me finish what he was saying before you take that action” but I’m not sure that would have changed anything.
Just sad that I don’t think this group is the right group for this campaign and I’m so invested in the story.

Hello, I'm sharing my story here, written with the help of ChatGPT, as I struggle to express myself in English. I have been battling depression since I was 12 and at 20, it still lingers. Growing up, I faced intense academic pressure and social anxiety, which made attending school a daunting task. Despite my desire to drop out, my parents, who are narcissistic, insisted otherwise, often resorting to force and physical punishment to compel me to attend. They do all this to show people that their son has certificates, as there's enormous envy between them, my father's brother, and his wife.
This envy stems from a desire for their children to excel and be better than each other. It's a constant competition, and I often feel like I'm caught in the middle of this rivalry.
At 18, I went to Malaysia, also not by my will. I failed, and my parents did things I couldn't imagine how they could do as a result of my failure. Yet, they sent me again at 20 after I spent a year of torture alone. More than $10,000 was wasted in this process.
Recently, I took a significant step by moving over 6000 miles away from my parents to study in Malaysia. This decision was not entirely voluntary, as they insisted on this path for me. The distance has provided some relief, but the weight of my past experiences still affects me deeply.
To cope with this immense sadness and sense of isolation, I started smoking. This was my way of attempting to manage my emotions, though I know it's not a healthy solution. I want to clarify that I'm not seeking attention by sharing my story here; I rarely talk about these struggles and felt it was time to reach out for support.
I dream of sitting at home forever until I die, as I feel it's the only place where I can find peace and solace. Additionally, my struggle with irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) was a significant factor in my desire to drop out, as it made attending school even more challenging.
Has anyone else faced similar challenges, and how have you coped with them?

The Beginning of the story:
https://www.reddit.com/AITAH/comments/1cmwdrb/aitah_for_not_hosting_mothers_day_brunch/
https://www.reddit.com/BabyBumpsCanada/comments/1cihbmt/sil_judgmental_about_csection_bc/
After everything that has gone on with my SIL in the past couple months I don't feel like a parent. I feel like I'm just faking being a mom and I know cognitively that I am but I'm having trouble feeling like a mom. I've been called an imposter so many times and have received so many nasty texts, messages and emails in the last few days that I don't know if I need a break or should just give up. I have all of these nasty thoughts running through my head and am worried I have failed my son. We are in the process of determining why he's missing gross motor milestones including a possible cerebral palsy diagnosis. We're in physio once a week and have a referral to BC Children's and Sunny Hill for further evaluation. What ever diagnosis we get my SIL will blame on me and make it all my fault because I had a c-section and have an autoimmune disease .
With everything that's going on I don't feel like a real mom. I just feel hollow and like I'm going through the motions. I've called my counselor and psychiatrist to get the next available appointment with both. Part of me wants to take my son and leave my husband because of the abuse from his sister that never ends. I know she's not capable of change or recognizing her actions but I can't live like this and I won't raise my son to think he's less than his cousins. I could move back in with my parents temporarily if things don't improve with my in-laws.
I just feel like I've failed and haven't been able to do what's best for my son from day one. I feel like it's an uphill battle every day. I don't know if I can do this with all of the negative comments and put downs. I don't feel like a parent or worthy of being a parent. I'm so stressed I'm not sleeping, I can't eat. I can't keep feeling like a second class citizen for making the choice to have my son and I both live. I can't be punished because he needs some extra help meeting milestones.

In a previous thread, u/varmituofm made a good point that I thought was worthy of its own discussion:
JK Rowling's choice in her description of house elf service indicts all the wizards who make use of elf labor. Dobby and Kreacher are forced to do things that they don't want to do. Whether it is their inherent nature or whatever it is, they are enslaved.
There are two main approaches to this in fanfiction:

1. The wizarding world is archaic, backwards, and altogether pretty horrible. The good guys are going along with an evil practice, the bad guys are just more abusive.
2. Hermione is wrong. House elves draw their magic from their service (or from the families they serve) and they are broadly quite happy about this relationship. Dobby is an oddball as is Kreacher.

In stories where such injustices are a main focus of the story the first approach is useful. But not everyone wants to go that route. The problem with the 2nd route is that we know that house elves are bound to do things against their will. Even if they need to bond with a magical family to live, it's still objectionable that they can be forced to do things they don't want to do.
But, it is possible to write house elves so that the good guys are good, the bad guys are bad, and everything in canon still works.
You could have an entire race of magical beings who are benevolent and just love helping others. They have all this magic and it gives them so much purpose and fulfillment to help and have no desire for reward or acknowledgment.
For most elves, the ability to serve a family for all their days is their dream arrangement. They don't care if they are acknowledged or praised (in fact, praise makes them shy and embarrassed). They look at any request (and they don't care at all if it is worded as an order) as a gift to them.
Wizards naturally become accustomed to having these beings serve them, and so tend not to even think about it, so when a witch or wizard treats them with dignity and respect it is still surprising to them. But most wizards do not actively hurt their house elves. After all, what is the point of punishing someone who gladly does everything you say anyway?
Then you have wizards like the Blacks and Malfoys who tricked/forced these kind beings into magical oaths or enslaved them through dark magic, stripping them of their free will and ability to disobey. They punish their elves for things that are not their fault, ordering them to hurt themselves, etc.
Unless there is some place in canon that says ALL elves must obey, it could simply be the case that most elves are not forced to do anything they do not wish to. They work and serve because that is all that they want to do. Only the dark families twist that into abuse and compulsion.
Thoughts?

I'd say "I have no idea why" but that would only be partially true. I have at least a clue to work with but that might not even be it.
We've been together since 2021 (two traumatized twenty-somethings.)
A couple of weeks ago, we were having a heart-to-heart about some of the trauma I'd been through, which they seemed encouraging and actively listening until all of a sudden, they weren't anymore. Literally in the tiny pause after I finished a sentence and was waiting for them to respond, they suddenly started ignoring me for their ipad. I tried saying another sentence and got "uh huh"-d. Obviously this upset me, and I was trying to figure out what just went wrong, asking questions and freaking out a bit. To make a long story short, for this crime I got the silent treatment, and they literally used the exact trauma triggers I'd just been talking about against me.
I let them know about this, how badly hurt I was, and how in the future if they would say literally anything about their feelings or intentions this could be avoided from happening again. Because they just lashed out with no explanation given. Apparently, having been triggered by them getting mad at me out of the blue and then leaving me in isolation refusing to say a word makes me the bad guy, because their intentions were to leave the conversation and "avoid making me any more upset", so their intentions are all that mattered in that case. And asking them to say some words so I know why they're acting out (& whether it has anything to do with me) makes me even worse. Apparently I'm "not even trying to understand" and am solidly The Asshole for interpreting being given the aggressive silent treatment all of a sudden as them being angry with or punishing me. They completely rejected what I'd said and turned into them being the victim of me being completely unreasonable. (Repeating for redundancy: I asked them to communicate with me so I could understand their actions in a better light, and was told I'm "not even trying to understand" and that communication was a completely unreasonable ask.)
Things were a bit awkward for a week, and then completely fine for a couple of days. As of yesterday, all of a sudden, everything is different and they won't tell me why. They look at me as if I'm a complete stranger, wouldn't let me go in for a kiss, are aggressively ignoring me to talk to other people when we have time together... I texted them something along the lines of "ugh I have to make a doctor's appointment", which if I'd sent that even a month ago, they would have understood the conversation to be "oof, that sucks because you have no medical insurance or reliable transportation, maybe you can argue about not having to go in person?" But what I actually received back was "Then make the appointment."
I'm literally being treated with less tolerance or sympathy than they would give to any random person they meet in the store or online. I'm being treated like they suddenly hate my guts.
Worse, I completely depend on them for transportation and a place to live. So I'm going to be in very close proximity (small living quarters, not even an alternate place to sleep) to someone I should have been able to turn to for sympathy and joy and physical comfort, who's instead just ????? treating me like the scum of the earth suddenly. I asked them if there was something wrong and got a dismissive answer.
I'm completely breaking apart. Things were bad enough. I already needed them to regain my trust and show me they cared about me, and now they're doubling down on that damage with this. Every horrible thing I already believed about myself, but had been healing from, has been ripped back open. I have no more reason to believe I'm worth anything on this earth or that anyone could have any reason to want me around. And they don't care. They want me to be perfect, psychic and only ever thinking about them. Seemingly. Because if something else is the issue apparently I'm supposed to already understand that without them saying anything.
And I know if I show even a tiny amount of weakness surrounding how they're currently treating me, they'll get even more worked up, because they seem to think they can just act however they want and everyone else needs to just be understanding.
(Before anyone jumps to "cheating" A. I couldn't even if I wanted to, B. They're asexual and don't really enjoy sex to begin with, and C. We already agreed that having other sexual partners would be OK as long as everyone's in the loop about everything.)
I can't stress enough how bad it's getting. I don't really have anyone I could turn to IRL at this point and like I said, I'm still dependent on them to get to work and the store and have a place to sleep. So I'm going to be around this 24/7 with no lifeline.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
Edit: Shit sorry I forgot to add a flair

This story takes place over the course of about 2 ish years so details may get a little jumbled, so please bare with me. Let me start this story by setting the stage and important characters.
Dm - pretty okay guy but a little hot headed at times (This is mildly important)
Me - Aasimar warlock fighter multi class
K - tabaxi monk and problem player
There are a few other players but they don't really play too much of a role in this story, so I'll bring them up as needed.
We were playing Rime of the Frostmaiden, my first long term campign and the first character that I geniunely enjoyed and charished. Like I said above, I was playing an Aasimar warlock fighter, who was in the rime escaping a bounty on her head and was making ends meet by smuggling goods in and out of the ten towns. I loved her so much.
The campign starts and everything is fine for the most part, there are some in character disagreements but it was all in good fun, or so I thought. K's character constantly called my character evil for worshipping the Raven queen (hexblade warlock), before any of the problems actually start to arise its non stop and I quote, "Your a smelly stinky warlock drow!" I worked with my dm when making my charcter, and we decied that she was techinally a half helf, her fatehr being a dark elf. The only thing that made her stand out as anything else was the fact that she was well over six feet tall and build like a brick shit house.
I found out after these first few sessions that this player was the kind to run ahead of the party, without telling anyone in character, and get into trouble. The first time this happened and they showed their true colors was when we were exploring a mineshaft and turns out there was a Grell hiding in there under the specific condition, written IN THE BOOK mind you, that it would only come out if someone were in the room ALONE. Can you guess who found it and almost died as a result? If you guessed K, then you would be right. After a battle and K almost going down, almost, they start to raise hell and say that it wasn't fair and they couldn't do anything (The grell had them grappled and held in the air the majority of the fight while everyone else peppered it with spells). The DMm had to tell them that it wasn't an encounter that he made, that it was in the book and supposed to be there.
We continue with our sessioned and what not, having an occational out burst from K about the game being too hard from them splitting the party and running off. Things do start to bubble when the dm punishes K in game for their antics. For example, they start acting out of line with their gods beleifs and their god stops talking to/interacting with them, to which K whines and throws a fit over. A few more issues that we run into along the way include, but are not limited to

• K threatening to burn down a mans house because they losyt a fight. This fight was something set up by a fight club, with rules. The whole point of the fights were to rank up and challenge the champ.
• K breaking into their moms house through the chimmney and getting their ass lit on fire.
• K constantly stealing from the people of the ten towns, which if you know, are starving and activley dying.
• K complaining during almost every combat that it was unfair, unbalanced, and not fun. All the while everyone else, myself included, was having a great time
• K leaving call multiple times during session, espesially during combat, and blaming it on ADHD. This specific one pissed both me and the dm off, who I stated was a hot head before. He did not take kindly to his time and resourses being wasted. I was upset because I also have ADHD and found a ways to manage it during sessions, even offered to help K! But they always turned me down and just continued with leaving session and upseting the dm over it, while contining to blaim it on a mental illness that them and I shared.

The major two events that earn this post its title goes as follow, in this order.
My charcter was assasinated.
Her past caught up with her and she was killed, bled out in the middle of the tundra. But the dm and I talked about this, and it was meant to happen. You see, the dm sent me some cool prostetic homebrew that I really wanted to use. So we made a plan for my character to get killed, lose an arm in the process and be brought back as a reborn with an arm made of magic from the Raven Queen. What I wasn't expecting was the dm to give me a choice in letting my character die or taking the reserection in exchange for soemthing. The original trade would have been that she comes back to life but no matter what she or her father did, she and him would forever have their fates severed and couldnt do anything to save eachother.
This is a deal my character would not have taken, and I would have let her stayed dead to keep in charcter. But the dm threw me a bone and gave me a different deal instead. To which every time she died here after, she would have to stay dead for a longer and longer time, each time. Like that stop motion Pinoccio moive if you've seen it. While the dm and I were talking about it, I thought it would be funny to just roll new stats to keep everyone on their toes as we ended session before I made my decision.
Que K absolutly losing their mind in our general chat, saying that if my character dies then they wanted a new character too. The only reason this would be an issue was because we had lost a lot of the original party, K and myself being the only characters left. The Dm had even stated a while before that if we lost all the pcs that he would consider ending the campign, as no ones character would have the same inititave to act and all that. So K threaning to make a new character because I might make a new character, made things more complicated. I had put almost a year of my time at this point and didn't want it to go down the drain because of this. Which also plays into why the dm game be an easier deal for my character to take for her life back.
They had an actual break down over this, why? I still have no clue.
The second event was a dragon encounter. An Adult Black Dragon that was destorying the Ten Towns.
It was the most high stakes encounter we had ever had at that point, and everyone was stressed to say the least. My self and the artificer cast fly on eachother so we can actually reach the dragon who keeps doing fly by breath attacks. After almost an hour and a half of combat we finally slay the dragon, with myself landing the final blow. I was fucking estatic! My first dragon encounter and was the one to kill it. K however, wasn't happy.
Imeadiatly they start screaming about how they couldn't land a hit on the dragon and were useless for the fight. Saying that the Dm ran the encounter wrong, which upset the dm who was once again running a written encounter from the module. They kept screaming over the vc while we all tried to calm them down. It ended with the relativly calm barbarian pc who snapped and went off on them. There was so much yelling and fighting that I just left. I heard from the dm after the fact that K threatened to leave, which I guess they thought would work like it had in the past, but everyone who was left in vc told them to go ahead.
They stayed and we continued to have issues with them threatening to kill off their character if things didn't go their way or they weren't the mvp of every session. Needless to say, the dm kicked them after a few more sessions.

Today, I paid the oldest debt of my life. It took me 18 years to pay this debt. And trust me, I am not the hero of this story. In 2006, when I was in 6th class, I and some kids were playing; it's been so long that I can't remember the names of the kids I was playing with. Suddenly, by accident, one of the kids who was wearing a spectacle got his spectacle broken while playing. Akash (One of the kids playing with us) and I got blamed. Just because I could not present a valid argument or defend myself in front of the teacher, the teacher punished us to get that Kid’s spectacle repaired. I clearly remember that it cost ₹50 to fix at that time. Akash paid the entire ₹50; since I was also blamed for this accident, I had to pay half, but that ₹25 was a really big amount for me then. I never could ask or tell my parents about this; I don’t know if the fear or the inferiority inside me thought my parents couldn’t afford to pay those ₹25. Akash paid my share, but every day, he used to ask me for money, which I never had; I used to feel very stressed and embarrassed at that time. I am 28 now. I can barely remember what I ate yesterday, but I remember what happened that day word by word, frame by frame. One day, Akash didn't ask me for the money, and a kid who was not even a good friend came to me and said, “Ankit tune jo Akash ko ₹25 dene the, vo Maine de diye hain and agar tre pass kabi paise ho toh de dio, nahi toh mat dio" Ankit I have paid the ₹25 that you owed Akash if you ever have the money pay, otherwise there's no need.
The kid who paid ₹25 on my behalf, his name is Navneet Chaudhary, and even after doing such an outstanding and selfless act at such a young age, we never became very close friends; he was busy with his life. I was busy with mine, but he never mentioned this incident to anyone; how do I know this? Until now, I have never met any friends who have asked me about this incident or spoken to me about it. I lost contact with Navneet after school and got busy with life. But when I was planning to move to Canada, I told myself I would be starting my new life in a new country, so I needed to settle all my debts, no matter how big or small. I found Navneet on Facebook and got his WhatsApp and Google Pay numbers, and I paid him 500 and said, I can pay the money I owe, but I would not be able to pay for the favour you did for me. Navneet, being the great guy he has been since childhood, not only returns the money but doesn't even remember this incident.
This story has no conclusion; the conclusion is for you all to assume. Maybe the platform isn't right, but this story is.
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