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Two years ago, I had just moved to a new house from a different neighbourhood for work. I was settling in and getting used to the place, but I was still lonely and went through bouts of depression.
My ex-boyfriend of five years had ended the relationship a while before I moved, and I wasn't having much luck going on dates. I eventually decided to focus my energy into work and fitness instead, but the loneliness lingered. The house still felt empty at times, and the silence was painful. I went through the motions numbly as the days passed by.
About two months after I had moved in, I started noticed a stray dog pacing around my front yard from time to time. It had big, brown, sad eyes, and there was no collar around its neck. I couldn't tell you what breed it was - a reverse Google image search tells me it looks like an Indian Pariah dog. I could always recognize it, as its left eye was slightly larger and darker than the right, but that gave it some unique charm. After seeing it outside my front door for three days straight, I put up some posters along my street inviting anyone who might have lost a dog to call me. I quickly learned that I probably shouldn't have done that, after getting a few silent calls from an unknown number that I eventually chalked up to being a prankster or some scammer.
I called a local animal shelter and them pictures of the dog. A guy came over to scan the dog for a microchip, but found nothing. He said it was most likely abandoned as a puppy. He could take it back to the shelter, or I could look after it for the time being - they would contact me if anyone ever tried to claim it. My grandad had a german shepherd that I used to love playing with, so I always had a soft spot for dogs and agreed to look after it, even if it was for a while. The guy from the animal shelter advised that if I didn't hear back in a week, I should take it to the vet to get it checked out and microchipped, or to the shelter if I didn't want to keep it.
I took care of the dog and let it roam around the living room, with free access to the back yard. I decided to name him Charlie, and purchased more dog food, a labelled dog collar, some brushes to groom him with and dog toys. The nearest vet was a two hour drive away. Work was busy so I wasn't incredibly flexible for a visit, but I managed to get an appointment booked in two weeks' time.
The first night I spent with Charlie, I realized that he might just be what I needed in my life. Late in the evening, I sat on the couch looking at him, sitting quietly in the middle of the room on my wooden floor. I began talking out loud to Charlie. It seemed stupid at first, but the way he sat quietly and listened was comforting. After a while, I got more into it, and vented about my loneliness and frustrations to the point of tears.
How I stayed with my cheating, gaslighting ex-boyfriend because I was too insecure to be alone, until he dumped me. All my failed dates, and how I thought I would die alone and unloved. I poured my heart out to my new companion, spilling my deepest secrets until I cried myself to sleep. The next day, I again began talking to Charlie about the pain and depression I had been through, and he listened patiently once more. I discovered that spending time with my new friend was cathartic. Perhaps I needed to get it all out, and be listened to for once, even if not fully understood.
The third day after I had taken Charlie in, I woke up to realize that I'd overslept half an hour. I poured some food into Charlie's bowl and brushed my teeth at lightning speed, then grabbed my bag and flung the door open, ready to bolt into my car. A surprise greeted me at the front door, that made me stop.
There was a bouquet of red and pink roses on my front door step.
I picked it up and looked at it, confused. There was no note attached or anything. I couldn't think of who it would be from - I obviously hadn't been on any dates recently. Being late for work, I didn't have much time to ponder, so I dropped the roses back on my doorstep and drove off. During the drive, I panicked for a second at the thought that it could have been my ex, but then realized he didn't know my new address, or even that I had moved. The mystery bugged me all day at work. When I came back home, the roses were gone, so I assumed someone had accidentally left them at the wrong address.
That night, I woke to the sound of creaking. As I opened my eyes slightly, I saw something at the foot of my bed and bolted upright, adrenaline rushing through me. As the fogginess faded, my heart rate settled a little.
"It’s just you, Charlie," I sighed, "you scared me."
Charlie continued to stare at me from the foot of my bed. After a minute, he stood up and left the room. I didn't think much of it, and fell back asleep.
For the next week, I continued the usual ritual of talking to Charlie before I went to bed. I would talk about my day, my plans, hopes, dreams and other such things. I found our one way conversations getting more positive each day - they were very therapeutic. Charlie would always stare at me with those big brown eyes and sit quietly still as I talked.
On the morning of the vet appointment, for which I had taken the day off work, I noticed that my car was much cleaner than usual. Had it always been this shiny? I thought. I had driven it to work the Friday before, but I hadn't taken notice of how clean it was then. The last time I had, I could swear there were bird droppings on the back window, and some general grime that covered it all round, but it was now spotless. I pondered for a few seconds, and came to the conclusion that it must've just be a brain lapse on my part - it was probably always clean. Those droppings must have washed away over time with a few rainy nights.
I drove Charlie down to the vet and explained the story of how I'd found him.
"He's very well behaved," she beamed, as she began examining Charlie on the table. "We see a few of these cases from time to time. People's dogs have puppies, and they get sold or abandoned."
"It's a real shame," I sighed. "Charlie's been a star, I'm lucky to have him really. I live alone, so as odd as it sounds, I've been talking to him and it's helped me through some difficult moments."
"That's not strange at all," replied the vet, checking his teeth. "Owning a dog can do wonders for your mental health, especially if you live alo-"
She suddenly stopped.
I stared as she squinted and moved Charlie's head up and down, trying to get a look at something. She plucked a light out of her pocket and aimed it into Charlie's left eye.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She didn't answer, and kept looking at Charlie from different angles. He whimpered slightly.
"Did his eye look like this when you found him?" She asked. I leaned in closer.
"Yeah, I did notice his left eye was slightly darker and larger than his right."
She looked at me for a second and raised her eyebrows, then back at Charlie.
"I'd like to get a closer look at his eye and examine it in the next room, if that's okay?"
"Uh, sure," I said, confused.
Without further explanation, she hastily picked Charlie up and carried him off into a different room. I sat down and waited, reading the news on my phone, expecting her to be back in a few minutes. However, when the vet didn’t come back for a while, my concern began to grow. I paced around the room and tried to glance into the door she had left through a few times.
Then I sat back down and watched the minutes pass by, getting more anxious. Hopefully it's nothing, I thought to myself. An easily curable eye infection perhaps, or a defect he was born with - hopefully it was something like that or nothing. I'd only spent a few weeks with Charlie, but he was the best friend I'd ever had. I had told him so much about me, and he was the only one that had ever really listened to me. I had grown very attached to him quickly, so I almost felt like a worried parent, blaming myself for not bringing him to the vet sooner.
An hour and a half passed, but it felt like eternity. The vet finally came back through the door. I stood up.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Have you noticed any odd events recently?" she asked, "Like, anything you couldn't explain?"
"To do with Charlie?"
"No, just in general. Anything you've seen or heard around you that felt out of place in your life?" She insisted. I took a second to think.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't gonna be relevant," I said, "But I have a couple of times. For instance, this morning I thought my car was a lot cleaner than usual. I've been getting some unknown calls, and hearing some creaking noises at night lately, but I'm sure it's just Charlie walking around and waking me up. And… someone left roses on my front doorstep one day. Didn't say from who, but… Sorry, I'm not sure why I'm even telling you this."
I looked up at the vet, who now had a very concerned look on her face.
"I'm going to have to call the police," she said.
It took a few seconds to register. A million thoughts started racing through my mind. Did I say something wrong? Did she think I was abusing Charlie?
"I swear," I said, "Everything I've told you is true, I'm really sorry it took me so long to bring him in, it's my first time owning a dog and all…"
"No, no, it's not that," she said. She gestured for me to follow her into the room through the door.
Charlie was sitting on a table in the middle of the room. There were a few other tables surrounding it, with dog toys and surgical equipment on them. There was a large hole where his left eye had been, now a gaping black cavity.
The vet pointed at a sheet of blue paper on a table next to the one Charlie was on. There were two black domes resting on it, like two halves of a black ping pong ball had been split in half. A clear fluid was covering the outer sides, and staining the blue paper. There was also a tiny black cube. I looked closer, and saw some red and green wires coming out of the tube.
"I took this out of Charlie's left eye," the vet explained, "I thought my eyes were fooling me, but I took a closer look and was sure this thing definitely shouldn't have been in his head. When I took it out, I thought it was some kind of prosthetic eye, until I heard something moving inside it. I opened it up, and found this."
She pointed at the tiny cube and picked it up with some tweezers, revealing a transparent circular window on one side.
"Now I'm no expert, but I took that apart just now and to me it looked a lot like the inside of a camera lens you'd get on a smartphone."
She looked back at me.
"Do you think…" She paused.
"Do you think it's possible someone could have been watching you for the past few days?"
The police were eventually called and an investigation started. The tiny device inside Charlie's eye was indeed a camera lens with a built in audio recording device, and it had a wireless connection. It was an advanced piece of kit, but with some technical expertise they were able to examine its traffic logs and identify an IP address to which the miniature device was streaming.
That IP address belonged to my neighbor, who lived in the house opposite to mine.
I had never seen him leave the house before, although when I moved in I did see his silhouette in the top floor window a couple of times. He was a fifty five year old balding, slightly overweight man who worked as an engineer, but otherwise lived a reclusive lifestyle. I later found out that he had multiple restraining orders placed against him from ex partners. He had a collection of tiny bugging devices which he had been planting in various places including public women's bathrooms for years. These devices could livestream video and audio to his computer, and in his spare time he would watch and listen to this footage he collected.
A while before I moved into the house, he had purchased a puppy from someone he knew, and kept it as a pet without registering it. I assume he got bored of spying on women in bathroom stalls, and when he saw me move into the house opposite, he suddenly got a wild idea of how he could get a peek at something more intimate. The rest is some truly horrific history.
Charlie had been in my room while I slept and even a couple of times while I undressed. But worst of all, I had told him everything about me. The names of previous partners, things about my family, companies I had worked for and more. I wish I could say that I kept Charlie, but I just couldn't. Not after that. The vet arranged for him to be sent to the animal shelter where I'm glad to say he eventually did find a new home. I also relocated and changed my phone number.
For anyone out there wondering, I'm still single. The difference is that nowadays, I'm completely at peace with being alone. I've experienced a worse alternative, that's for sure.

If you’d told me that the visitation with my son, an event that happened only every other weekend, would be extended indefinitely, I would’ve jumped with joy. In the end, I wish the circumstances under which they unfolded had never happened.
The clouds were sightless in the clear sky the day Jasmine dropped off my boy, a perfect day to play a little catch in the yard or go fishing at the nearby stock pond. Cyrus bounced out of the car and ran joyously toward me, unaware that his old man was a perpetual fuck up that had broken up the family in the first place. Oh well.
It was a happy day, the birds sang their old nostalgic tunes of a lost Summer in my own childhood. It was warm, not too warm, and the neighborhood was buzzing with excitement as the Spring showers had come to a close. It was as close as it could get to perfect.
The evening light danced against the tree tops, turning a violet hue as dusk began to settle in. Burnt orange water reflected the dying sun as it continued sinking away to nothing. We grabbed our tackle box, the giant beige one my uncle gifted me before he was stolen by cancer, and filled it with the empty, crumpled up bits of plastic that once held bologna sandwiches. As I said, it was a perfect day, very reminiscent of my own childhood.
We’d thrown the fat bluegill back that we had caught, I hadn’t felt like messing with cleaning and cooking them. Instead, dinner would likely be mac n’ cheese with some cut up hot dogs, a staple in my household whether or not Cyrus was visiting. Hopefully I hadn’t run through Oscar Meyer supply.
Home never felt so lonely, the walls never seemed so barren of old family pictures when Cyrus wasn’t around. Sometimes, he only added to the pain. I would never tell him that, though.
Even with the faucet turned all the way up, the water dribbled out and made boiling pasta a very patient game. Cyrus was babbling about some game he was playing on my phone. ‘He’s just a kid’, I thought, and pretended to be interested in whatever the hell he was talking about.
The sun had vanished and the moon was especially bright that night, having slid nearly halfway to its crescendo before dinner was finally done. Cyrus had stolen my phone to the living room, staring at the bright characters absentmindedly as a nondescript Netflix show played in the background.
“Here, buddy, sorry about the wait”, I sat the bowl of neon yellow stuff in front of him, the pink scramble of hotdog jutting out made me feel… a little ashamed? I plopped down next to him and flipped through the various titles on Netflix, most of which I had already seen a couple of times. Cyrus tossed the phone aside and picked at the mess of ‘food’ in the bowl. I can’t remember if he took a bite or not.
“Dad!”, I jumped, reeling from the doze I had fallen in. If Jasmine was here, it would’ve been such a perfect day, such a perfect day. Instead, this is where it all fell apart.
He massaged furiously at his temples, his knees pulled tight against his heaving chest.
“What’s the matter, are you okay?”, I jumped from the couch and got on one knee, putting my hands around his shoulders. I watched helplessly as Cyrus twisted and contorted his body, trying to run away from whatever pain was in his head.
Suddenly he fell still.
I studied him for a while, nearly on the verge of tears as his body had become totally limp. Then, a noise. At first it was quiet, then it grew and grew until it filled the room with totality. It’s hard to describe that noise, almost like a wind turbine if you were up close to it.
From behind the couch, just above my sons head, it peeked at me. Its thick, black fingers ended at sharp, nailess points. Just as I met its eyes, it slithered behind the couch and that’s when Cyrus awoke in a screaming fit.
I jumped awake again, Cyrus sitting next to me as pale as a sheet. His eyes were bulging, glued to the blank TV ahead.
I couldn’t help but check behind the couch, to make sure it wasn’t still there. Then, to my son who was still staring at the nothing on the television. His mouth was hanging open, just enough to allow the continuous stream of drool to fall out.
I ran to the kitchen to grab a paper towel and cleaned the odd amount of drool from his chin. There wasn’t a thermometer in the house but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that he was burning up. A fever, I thought.
I carried the boy to his bedroom, feeling as though I was being watched the entire way, and tucked him into bed. A doctors visit would soon be on the horizon. I returned to the couch in the living room, careful to keep my gaze fixed on the TV and nothing else. Truthfully, I was too afraid to look in the shadowy corners.
That night was filled with nightmares.
The next day I rang Jasmine, letting her know that Cy was sick and needed to go to the doctor. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but Jas was immunocompromised (she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer a few months before we divorced) and my son would be staying with me for the foreseeable future. I couldn’t complain, I didn’t get to see him nearly enough as it was.
That day was very much the opposite of the previous, the sky was gloomy and spits of rain fell consistently from dawn to nightfall.
The doctor had said that Cyrus had a particularly severe ear infection, but nothing that some antibiotics couldn’t fix. He sent us home with a tube of the stuff, my wallet noticeably lighter.
“Apply some of this twice a day, once in the morning and once before bedtime”, the older gentleman had said. He squeezed my shoulder and smiled, though there seemed to be something else behind his wary eyes.
He stopped me again as I turned to leave.
“Sir…”, he started, though he seemed to study his words carefully, “your son kept mentioning something he called the flumes”.
I shrugged, the only time I had heard the word was in reference to a ravine on the edge of town where we’d all smoke pot in high school. Nothing struck me as odd about it at the time.
“They come from the flumes, those noises, those noises, he kept saying”, the doctor pushed closer, his eyes growing wild. I stepped backward, tugging at Cy’s hand as we left the building wordlessly.
Aside from my busy mind, the car ride home was utterly silent. I could hear my boys heavy, labored breaths all the way from the backseat. ‘Inner ear infection, my ass’, I thought.
After laying Cyrus back down for bed, I fixed him a bowl of instant chicken and noodles and decided to give Jasmine a call. The phone rang endlessly before the robotic voice indicated that the caller wasn’t available. I tried once more but gave up after it rang a few more times. Probably sleeping.
I returned to the couch, deciding to rewatch Nightmare on Elm Street for the fourth or fifth time.
After a while, I decided to put on cable, growing tired of the listless titles on Netflix. I was never too interested in the local news, but today seemed as good as any to catch up on the towns happenings. The Grantfield Gators girls softball team had advanced to sectionals and one of the townsfolk were celebrating their 100th birthday.
A ‘Breaking News’ graphic slid below the frazzled newslady on the television. Wherever she was, it sure looked familiar.
‘Wild dog shits on mayors front yard’, I laughed at my own stupid joke and surely turned as white as Cyrus had the previous night as the lady on the TV continued.
“A local woman was found tied to a tree and disemboweled at the scene. Police are saying various symbols were branded all over the womans body, and the material used to bind her to the Elm tree was ‘of unusual property’”, she continued on for a while but I hadn’t noticed, the air had fallen heavy and that familiar warbling had filled the room again.
Heavy footsteps slammed up the staircase at an otherworldly pace. Up the staircase and towards my sons room.
I ran, I swear I ran as fast as I could but I knew… I knew.
When I got to his room, he was gone, the curtains blowing aimlessly in the wind as the window had been slammed open so hard that the glass had shattered in the panes. The bowl of chicken and noodles sat on the bedside table, untouched.
I tried calling Jasmine again and again and again. Still, no answer.
I wanted to write this, to whoever may be reading, so that you know where to look if I don’t return. I know where my son is, I know where Jasmine is.
The flumes took them, or whatever might be lurking in it.

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I (38 F) have been married to my husband (41 M) for 7 years, this coming June and together for 9 years. We have two kids, twin boys, that are 5 months old. I'm going to give a long backstory so stay with me or scroll to the bottom for the TL;DR.
2 weeks before Mother's Day, I found out my husband had been cheating on me for at least 7 months. I used his phone to use the Lowe's app to order lawn chairs since it's tied to our Lowe's card and I wanted to use our rewards. While I was looking for the particular set I want, he received a Snapchat notification from a woman. I didn't even know he had Snapchat so it peaked my interest. During this time, my husband was mowing the grass.
I open the snap and it's a nude of a woman looking to be in her mid-20s with the caption "I miss you being inside of me". My jaw hit the floor. I started going through his text messages and there were no conversations there with other women except employees from his practice (he is a dermatologist) that were harmless.
I started looking through his Snapchat and I guess he deletes everything because there were no chats between him and this woman. I am not familiar with Snapchat so I Google how to use it while I'm trying to figure out if I can retrieve deleted messages. I don't want to spend all the time I have left of him mowing reading through articles so I give up. I do go through his friend's list and end up coming back to it to take a picture of with my phone.
I look through the rest of the apps on his phone and they all seem benign except this secure folder. I open it and there's a passcode. I try three or four until I figure it out (the date of our first date, ironically) and it opens. There are dozens of nude photos of at least 3 women, including the woman from Snapchat. I know it's the woman from Snapchat because she has a very distinct tattoo on her stomach. Not only are there nudes but there are 2 videos of this same woman giving him oral.
My heart felt like it was trying to come out of my chest. I started shaking and tears started flowing. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and then grabbed my phone and started taking pictures of the evidence. I even recorded clips of the videos, I just couldn't watch them in their entirety.
I look through all the apps again and realize that maybe he has some hidden. So, I google hidden apps on android and follow the instructions. Three apps were hidden. Two messaging apps and a hook-up app called Adult friend finder. I debated even opening them because I was so scared of what I would find. But I ended up viewing them because knowing is better than not knowing for me.
He had been messaging at least 4 different women, including the video girl. He had sex with at least two of them that I found proof of. All messages made me sick but the video girl's messages were the worst and completely shattered my heart. I had to stop to go throw up because of the stress and anxiety.
Some messages that hurt me the most were: Her: "Tell me how much better my p***y is than your wife's." Him: "Wetter, tighter and infinitely better."
Her: *sends nude* "How does my body compare to your wife's?" Him: "There is no comparison baby, you are a goddess."
There were so many others but those two come to mind as the ones that made me feel the absolute worst. Remember, I just had twins 5 months ago. I am very insecure due to all of the changes that happened to my body and my c-section scar. I am also 25 pounds heavier than I was pre-pregnancy. My husband and I stopped having sex because it was so uncomfortable for me about 2 months before I gave birth, around the same time he started messaging these women coincidentally. We've only had sex about three times since they were born due to my insecurity issues and just being so exhausted caring for and breastfeeding twins every day. I also have a business and work from home around the twins' schedules so I can stay at home with them.
I take photos of everything, using my phone again like before. The earliest messages were sent 7 months ago so I know it had been going on for at least 7 months, while I was freaking pregnant with our twins. Oh, I also found out that the night after I had a c-section and while our newborn preemie twins were in the NICU, he met with video girl for a hook-up at her apartment. He told me he was going to get food and check on his office. With our twins being preemies, anything could have happened and he wouldn't have been there because he was with her. But, that wasn't a thought for him I guess.
I close out all the apps, make sure the hidden ones are hidden from his home screen and put his phone back exactly where I found it. I also make sure the snap notification was gone. I was nervous that he would find out about the snap that was opened but he didn't.
I call my best friend of over 33 years who is also my business partner. I tell him everything and have a good cry to let it all out. He helps me to collect myself and gives me some sound advice. He tells me to not tell my husband I found anything yet and to speak with a divorce lawyer as soon as possible. He said to meet with the best ones in my area so that they couldn't represent my husband. He offers me and the twins a place to stay at his home if I need time away from my husband, assuring me that his husband would love to have me there.
Over the next week, my BFF helps me take care of the twins while meet with 5 different divorce lawyers and end up hiring, in my opinion, the best. She tells me not to leave the family home so I end up not going to stay with my BFF. She starts the divorce paperwork immediately. During this time, I am doing my best to continue on like nothing is wrong. I want to make sure all of my ducks are in a row before he realizes what I know.
Fast-forward to Mother's Day. My husband makes me breakfast in bed, gives me very expensive jewelry, flowers, the works. I can't enjoy it, of course, because it feels so fake now that I know what he's been up to. I pretend to love it though.
My husband's father planned a cook out that afternoon for my husband's mother, sister (let's call her Julie), sister-in-law (let's call her Fran) and me. We all have infants under a year old so it's everyone's first Mother's day, except my MIL's of course. I told my husband that I didn't feel like going and he guilt-tripped me by saying that my FIL had a big surprise for me and he's been really looking forward giving it to me. So, I reluctantly agree. I ask if my BFF can come since his mother sadly passed away just under a year ago. He calls his dad and my FIL replies that of course he can come. My BFF agreed to come to offer me support since he knew it would be very difficult for me to be there.
I plan to act like nothing's wrong and try to enjoy the day since it's my first Mother's Day after all. I tell myself that I will focus on the twins and get cuddles from my two nieces. Julie has an 8 month old daughter and Fran (husband's brother's wife) has a 10 month old daughter. I'm also the closest to Julie out of all his family since we became friends 10 years ago and she's the one who introduced me to my husband.
We get there and everything is fine. My husband is helping his dad, brother (let's call him Chris), BIL (let's call him Roger) cook on the grill. My MIL and the women are taking turns holding the babies. My BFF took over the kitchen, finishing up all of the sides so the moms could relax. It started out to be a really good day. I kept myself from thinking of my husband's betrayal for the most part and focused on the family.
After we eat my MIL starts taking pictures of the family. I'm sitting on the couch and she tells my husband to sit beside me for the photo. He does and then she tells him to put his arm around me and jokingly says "pretend like you love her" and I lose it. I start to uncontrollably sob.
My MIL pulls me up and hugs me and my FIL comes over and joins in the hug. My BFF comes to stand right next to me. My FIL asks me what was wrong. I look at my BFF and he gives me a "tell if you want" look.
I tell them that I found out my husband has been cheating on me for at least 7 months. Julie gasps and everyone stares at my husband. He stands up and says "that's not true at all, why would you think that? You know you and the boys are my whole world." Everyone is silent, looking at me. I tell them all that I found messages, pictures, the hook-up app and even videos on his phone. My husband looks faint and sits back down. Nobody says anything for at least 2 minutes.
Finally, Julie asks my husband, while crying herself, why? My husband tells her that "I made a mistake, I only talked to the women, I never physically cheated." My BFF quickly replies, "Liar!" Julie then asks me what all I found. I tell them everything, the nudes, the videos of my husband receiving oral, the messages and even tell them what those horrible messages said about me. He continues to deny it! I pull up a few message photos and show them to Julie, my MIL and FIL. My husband tries to gaslight me by saying that he admitted to talking to other women but he never slept with any of them. I really don't want to show them the video but I do find a few messages where my husband and a woman talked about their previous sexual encounters. My husband again says that he admitted to talking to them but never really cheated. He literally says "if the message talks about sex it was just role playing."
Roger (Julie's husband) goes over to my husband and jerks his phone out of his hand. My husband tries to get it back but Roger is 6'7 and my husband is 6'1 so he just holds it up where my husband can't reach. He asks me what his passcode is and I tell him. He then asks me where to find things and as I start to tell him my husband grabs his phone back.
At this point my MIL, Julie and Fran are all crying. Chris starts getting upset with me. He tells me this was not the time nor place to bring this all up and that I ruined Julie and Fran's first Mother's Day. Julie speaks up and says no, my husband is the one who ruined it. Chris starts yelling and saying that our personal business needs to stay private and that I had no right to bring it up to his family and ruin the only first mother's day the women will get. Fran agrees with him and tells me I'm definitely in the wrong for bringing it up, if it even is true.
At this point both of my twins start crying. I am not going to breastfeed them there and I want to get out of that house as quick as possible. I ask my BFF to take me home and we transfer the car seats from my husband's vehicle into his. My MIL follows me outside and says that Chris was right, I should have kept it all to myself and that now future Mother's Days will be a reminder of this fiasco for everyone. I just ignore her and put the twins in the car. My husband comes outside and asks if we can please talk. I tell him no, get in the car and my BFF, the twins and I leave. I end up feeling horrible and guilty that I let it all out to everyone.
My husband didn't come home and ended up staying at his parents house and has been there the past two nights. He got my FIL to come over Sunday evening and pick up clothes, toiletries, work stuff and various other items. While he was here I asked him, did I ruin Mother's Day? He tells me no that my husband did. He said that he asked me what was wrong and I was honest. He said he understood now why the "pretend like you love her" comment caused me to breakdown. I asked him about my MIL, Chris and Fran since I know Julie and Roger aren't mad at me. He said that they are still angry with me but they will eventually get over it.
TL;DR - I found out my husband had been cheating on me for at least 7 months with multiple women, starting while I was pregnant with our twins and continuing after I gave birth. I didn't tell him I knew for 2 weeks. At a Mother's Day cookout that his family hosted for his mother, me, his sister and sister-in-law, his mother made a comment that made me break down. I ended up telling everyone about the infidelity. His brother, SIL, and mother told me I ruined his sister and SIL's first Mother's Day. and that I shouldn't have said anything about the affairs.
Am I the AH?

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Everyone that doesn’t live under a rock knows smoking cigarettes is not a good long term plan. My sister (32F I will call Samantha) is with her baby’s father (52M I will call G-Paid). I call him my brother in law even though they are not married. G-Paid has 3 other children with other women. He is an aspiring rapper and DJ. He works local clubs and car dealership give away. He recently got a job DJ’ing at the local skate rink every other Saturday.
He has a monthly gig at a furniture store but decided to freestyle gangster rap and offend d the church crowd and got fired. We all have struggles and G-Paid is no exception. He sometimes spends his money he gets from doing shows on booze and what he calls chronic. He tells the family that he is always looking for work but doesn’t leave the house during the day light hours.
His best friend is named Gator (49M). Gator has multiple children with numerous women. Flash back to 3 weeks ago and Gator disappeared and has not been seen since. He had local gang ties and was not a great guy. Samantha is friends with Gators new side piece. I don’t know her name. Gator’s baby mama that he lives or lived with is named Unique (26F). Unique doesn’t know about the side piece. He is in my with her because she is pregnant again. Gator left the house on April 30th to buy smokes and not has been seen since. I should mention he smokes methol. This will come into play since Gator’s Dad and also G-Paid’s Fathers also disappeared when they went out to buy cigarettes.
I started researching this and found that 54,000 middle aged men who smoke menthol disappear every year while buying smokes.
Obviously there is someone kidnapping middle aged black fathers when they go to buy menthol cigarettes.
I told G-Paid that I want him to consider quitting so he can be around for the next 18 months or so of my nieces life until he moves on to another Shorty. Samantha said that I am sticking my nose in his business and he will go “Wayne Brady on my ass”. If I keep it up.
I should note he has pulled a gun on me twice already. One time was for “steppin to him”, and the second time was for “frontin his spot”.
I was only telling him they were repoing his Escalade rims and the second time I don’t know what he was talking about. He said he was talking to Sherman Hensley and he was “buggin”
AITAH for wanting to save my BIL?

AFAIK guys everywhere are struggling when it comes to dating, but Toronto is particularly difficult. There’s just so much pressure to have a good career, make money, be in shape…etc. that it just seems impossible for most guys.
We’re still, imho a lot of women tend to disqualify guys because of their ethnicity. As an Asian guy this city is absolutely brutal. The only guys that seem to do well here are black guys (most black women don’t date out but they have no problem doing it so they have a pool of both black and white women to date). I was honestly shocked to learn this after hearing how liberal and progressive Toronto is as a city.
Single Asian and white men of Toronto, how do you guys overcome the disadvantage

Genocide looked to the sky. He thought of his mentor. The one who had saved him. He remembered his childhood. How powerless he was. He remembered the anger. He never wanted to hurt anybody. He thought of all the times he showed compassion. How much they hurt him for it. He saw the world before him, a graveyard. Humans. People that were supposed to be made in the image of some divine creator. They were but maggots feasting upon his remains. They ate away at his very being until nothing human remained. His thoughts were no longer his own. He had no joys in life that mattered. He hated humanity more than he could love anything about himself. He remember his first killing spree. Being gunned down by police. Left for dead. He remembered a hooded figure moving towards him. Getting closer the more he neared his death. He saw its pale face. Its impossibly black eyes. It was a man. This figure in question appeared to be of Japanese nationality with long, straight, loose hair. It emanated extreme malice. It offered him a choice. A purpose. Power. He thought the figure a reaper but it identified itself as Amakusa Masataka. Masataka guided him on how to kill and gave him specific locations to kill people in. In a sense, he became a hitman for quotas of people. He inquired what Masataka was. The presence of evil, his ability to appear and disappear at will, how he could control what people could see him and what people couldn't. While vague, years of killing for this being offered some insight. Amakusa Masataka belonged to a group of people not of this world. His people had been corrupted by a dark force long ago and had aligned themselves with the warlord who had subjugated their version of Japan. Their dark high priest assisted the warlord along with two others. These four rulers in turn served a larger order. The four were tasked with bringing about the end of the current world as an act of retribution for some fallen deity. Masataka's people acted as covert operatives for this empire. They were feared across the land and were collectively referred to as "Shinigami". An agent of the coming apocalypse, a servant of evil possessed by the will of those gods of death, Genocide would walk the earth.
Genocide stepped toward the station. A police cruiser rammed into him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed the hood of the car. The inhuman force of the knife created sparks which burst the engine into flames. The car crashed into a streetlight and exploded. A second cruiser neared the scene. No way a man could have done this. Yet still, out of the fires Genocide strode forth. It set upon the second vehicle, shooting out it's tires while jumping 9 feet into the air. The car tries to reverse but crashes into a wall. Genocide lands on the hood and kicks through the front window. Glass shatters under its boot, blinding the two officers inside. Genocide shoots one of the officers with a shotgun, killing him. The second officer in the passenger seat readies his pistol and takes aim. Only two shots fired, both directed at Genocide's head. It casually cocks its neck to avoid them. Then it grabs the officer's arm, breaking it. Genocide uses its free hand to grab the officer's head and bangs it into the dashboard no less than 5 times. The skull is shattered on the final impact. Genocide jumps off the car and continues on his mission.
Detective Evans speaks through a megaphone," This is your first and final warning. Stand down or we will use any and all means at our disposal to put you down." Genocide dropped its shotgun and raised its hands. A group of five SWAT team members rushed out the station, surrounding Genocide with riot shields. An officer accompanies them, edging behind the figure to apply handcuffs. Suddenly, Genocide springs to life , grabbing the officer behind him. He flips the officer over his head, slamming him into the pavement at his feet. Then Genocide stomps his head causing it to burst. Genocide drops a flash bomb from his coat sleeve, blinding the SWAT team as he draws his knife. He drives it into one SWAT member, the knife puncturing the shield and piercing his chest. Genocide kicks the corpse away withdrawing his knife. He goes to another, this time using the end of his boot toe in a rising kick to disarm their shield. He grabs them by the throat and drives the knife slowly into their eye socket. Another is tackled to the ground and beaten to death despite still being under the shield. Another is picked up and thrown into the fires still burning from the first auto incident. In no time, Genocide stood before an indistinguishable mass of gore, blood streaking across his black leather outfit. He laughed" So this is all you can give me. I'm not entertained." Officers took aim from the station windows, and snipers did so from other rooftops. Genocide laughed maniacally as he was rained down upon from all sides by a hailstorm of bullets. His body convulsed, but he did not fall. Moments more and he was on his knees. Still though, their efforts were futile. Gracia looked out and saw a black mist coalescing around the man in black. His blood. Blood erupted from his body only to transform into this dark mist that reentered his wounds. Genocide screamed. No. It was just an elevated pitch in his laughter. Optimism failed everyone yet again. Gracia saw Genocide holding something in his right hand. She could only make out a beeping red light. Genocide pushed the button triggering the carefully concealed explosives he laid in preparation for this event. C4 explosives went off in all the places he saw fit. The sniping posts he couldn't reach. The assault of lead lightened. Then Genocide drew an RPG from...somewhere. He collected himself and fired at the station's entrance. The explosion shook the station. From inside, the lights began to flicker. Communications were down on all fronts. Had he modified the rocket with some type of EMP? Not good. Amisdst the confusion Genocide entered using smoke bombs to mask his presence. Moving like a shadow, he killed everyone in the lobby silently with his knife. He made his way to the holding cells. Still they chanted. Still they praised. Still they raved for the arrival of genocide. Genocide shot the lock opening the cell. Jim Jimenez walked out and bowed before his master. Genocide smiled. He couldn't have imagined how proficient he had gotten with possession. Well, not quite possession. He had known of the Shinigami's ability to share their thoughts and emotions with humans. Shinigami like his mentor were ancient. They had so many years of memories, such strong a hatred for life that they overwhelmed the personality of the victim. The victim sees themselves as one of them. Shinigami can't force the will of the victim, so they find those who are already similar to them in some way. Genocide found the collective universal distrust of police to be a prime sentiment to capitalize on. He armed the inmates, infecting them with samples of his own dark essence.One particular inmate caught Genocide's eye. He knew the man's work. An arsonist. The one whom he recalls was responsible for blowing up his first car way back in high school. Rather than a standard firearm, Genocide gave the man a random assortment of grenades containing a special surprise. Genocide showed them visions of anarchy, of sending a message to a society that used and disregarded them. While this was also true of how he felt, years of living in darkness had changed him. He needed no purpose. No end goal. No justification. He just wanted to watch the world burn.
Genocide's small army broke off to engage several different wings of the station. Genocide went to the security room. He found Wayne, his informant, playing some FPS on one of the monitors. Wayne took of his headphones and asked," You kill everyone yet?" Genocide responded," No. You should get going before that happens. Your life becomes fair game if I run out of pigs to cook." Wayne clapped his hands, "Aight, GC my man, say less." He packed his things and left. Genocide drew a twin pair of handguns and laid waste to the station. He followed a group that took cover in the men's restroom. Kicking open multiple stalls he was surprised to find...nothing. Where had they gone? He turned around and saw his mentor, Masataka, smiling at him. It looked like him. Long, dark hair, black clothing, and soulless, empty eyes. But it wasn't. It was Genocide's own reflection in the mirror. Genocide smiled. He didn't notice the changes at first. They must have happened gradually. Subconsciously. From the final stall, an officer sprung into action, rushing Genocide, hitting him point blank with a shockgun round. Genocide felt the tingling sensation electrifying his body and grew numb. In spite of the pain, he took a single step. Then, another. He came within striking range of the officer and snatched the shockgun. Two more officers erupted from another stall, battering him with baton strikes. Genocide felt nothing. He clutched the shockgun in his hand like a bat and went to work pulverizing his attackers. An officer kicked in the bathroom door, a woman holding a pistol. She fired multiple times to no effect. Genocide stood covered in blood. He even let her reload. Twice. He wanted to see her despair. Her hopelessness. He walked towards her, shrugging off bullets as they pierced his body. His wounds healed nigh instantly due to the dark essence he had been imbued with. He held her face with both hands, lifting her body off the ground. As she screamed, he used her head to shatter the restroom mirror, running down the full length of it while smashing her into it at several points. He dropped the remains of what he held, washed his hands with soap, dried them, then exited the restroom.
The inmates that rallied for the cause of genocide attacked the station. Fortunately, they were nowhere near Genocide in terms of power and only carried one type of firearm each. They shared his healing ability but could be killed quite easily. Gracia encountered a sniper on the end or a west wing hallway. Other officers waited behind corners unable to get close. Gracia noticed the faulty lighting. In this hallway, the lights flickered in intervals of 3 seconds. Finding a pattern and timing her movements, she rushed the sniper at the exact moment the lights went out. Running the length of the hall, Gracia zigzagged, dodging the sniper inmate's bullets. She jumped on a wall, ran 3 feet on it, then kicked off it, pouncing on the assailant. She fired five shots into him, making sure to hit the brain and the heart. Two severe injuries that were impossible for Shinigami essence to heal simultaneously. Elsewhere, Evans took on another escaped inmate. A vehicular arsonist named Carson. Carson had a bag filled with an assortment of different grenades and was happily giving them out like candy on Halloween. "A flash bang here, a bit of tear gas there. Oh. Wait! Was that an ice grenade? Did the explosion freeze your leg to the floor? Whoops. Maybe a fire grenade will melt that for you. Hold on let me get one fore you," Carson rambled gleefully. Evans looked at the carnage before him. Officers burning. Officers partially frozen in blocks of ice. He took a breath and aimed his wristgun. He steadied his right forearm. Carson readied to throw a random grenade. Evans shot it the moment it left Carson's hand. The grenade exploded directly in front of Carson. Both Evans and Carson looked at each other in shock. Confetti. A party grenade? Carson quickly fumbled for another but was tackled and restrained by several officers. Meanwhile in the South wing, Lary had some colleagues set a trap for another shotgun toting inmate. He had them bait the inmate and flee. Giving chase he turned a corner and ran straight into Lary's fist. The inmate recovered and motioned to shoot Lary. "Let's tango. " Lary gave the code word. Nearby officers activated a device. A signal jammer of sorts. The inmate shoved the barrel of his gun into Lary's gut and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The special signal jammer in question was designed for firearms. It was a last resort as it left officers just as defenseless. Lary was having fun. He boxed the inmate in hand to hand combat. Despite the inmate's enhanced strength, Lary's technique pulled through. Lary ducked under one of the inmate's wide punches and did some type of rising uppercut where he jumped off the ground while spinning. One of the other officers whispered" The rising dragon." Lary smiled giving a thumbs up" Yeah, it was a rising dragon uppercut. Saw it in one O my kid's vidya games. Thought I'd try it out while I'm jacked on adrenaline".
Jim Jimenez looked long and hard at himself in the mirror. He was in the women's restroom. Some brainless woman had broken the men's restroom mirror with her face. For the first time in a long while Jim could think clearly. He was becoming sane. At the least he was no longer a raving lunatic. The life essence of the dark gods had healed the wounds to both his body and his mind. He saw his face, his scraggly dirty beard. He found a razor and shaved. He trimmed his beard somewhat. He liked it. He washed his hair. It fell down his face like silk, no longer greasy. His bloodshot eyes once burning with crazed intensity had cooled. He blinked. Just for a second, he saw the man known as Genocide. The man that attacked him. The one that killed him and gave him new life. The drug dealers. The police. They were all the same in his eyes now. They were all to blame for the world being what it is. Jim wanted to hate them. He wanted to take revenge, but he felt nothing. It didn't matter. He knew he was wronged, could logically justify acting against them, but he just didn't care anymore. About anything. He was finally free. Sensing his presence was no longer needed here, Jim vanished into the night. He needed to find someone who had had the answers he needed. Himself. Who had he been? Who was he now? Who could he become? Where was he going? So many questions to ponder indefinitely. So much time left in the rest of his life.
Genocide ran down the station's halls raining hailstorms of bullets upon its occupants. He had a handgun in each hand as well as a wristgun on each wrist. This effectively gave him 4 separate firearms that he could use simultaneously. Lary regrouped with Gracia, Evans, and a handful of others. They radioed all surviving officers near Genocide to flee to the roof. This plan had been set in motion days before the assault and had been kept hidden from most of the force. The plan involved scheduling flights for several helicopters to arrive at some point after Genocide arrived. There would be no way for him to prepare for them and pre-scheduling their arrival ensured they arrived regardless of if they were called or not. Lary and the others set about preparing the second jamming device. Genocide stood among a hallway of bodies. He saw one man clinging to life trying to crawl away. He decided on trying that other thing he saw his master do. He grabbed the dying man and pinned him to the wall. Slowly he drove a knife into his chest. As the man's life slipped away, something else entered his body. Genocide channeled a small amount of his essence into the vessel. He had steadily done this with other casualties around the station whose bodies were somewhat salvageable. He dropped the body he was holding and looked upon the others. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyed were black, both sclera and iris. The scene before him changed. Genocide had a vision. He saw a dead gray wasteland littered with bodies. These people however weren't cops and wore traditional Japanese attire. In his hand wasn't a gun or knife but a short sickle akin to a farming tool. He heard a dark voice call out to him. Slowly, the corpses around him began to rise, now mere puppets bound eternally to their master's whim. The bodies sold to the reaper who had claimed their lives. Genocide's vision ended. His eyes had returned normal. Around him, dead cops began to rise. His dark essence had entered their bodies and reanimated them. He sent his dead army to attack the officers fleeing to the roof of the station. These zombies swarmed the stairwell giving chase to the few survivors. There were five of them. They had two flights of stairs to climb and a horde of their former colleagues close behind them. One officer tripped and was set upon by the horde. The zombies didn't bite them but held them firmly in place. The other four officers stared down wondering what to do. They could hear Genocide chuckling. They could hear humming. They could feel the temperature rising. Their colleague and the two zombies holding him were hit by an enormous green fireball. Genocide had fired a Magnum Opus and had charged the bullet to level 3. The Magnum Opus was simply a magnum that shot fireballs, with bullets that could be charged by holding down the trigger. It had three levels of charges. Level 1 was a small reddish ball of plasma. Level 2 was slightly larger and yellow. Level 3 was the maximum charge and resulted in a large slow moving green blast of energy. The officer was ignited and Genocide watched gleefully as the force of the blast sent him flying through a wall. The four officers continued up firing occasionally to slow down the zombies. Soon they made it to a door leading to the roof. Before one officer could reach it, he was sniped by Genocide, a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The remaining three made it out. They regrouped with the others already there, 12 in total, including Lary, Evans, and Gracia. This would be their final stand. They just had to hold out until Genocide made it up there. They just had to keep Genocide occupied until the helicopters arrived. Genocide slowly ascended the stairs behind his horde. On the roof, the remaining survivors faced off against waves of the undead. Evans recognized the attackers. These zombies were being controlled by nanomachines. He heard the stories of several weapons encountered by soldiers on the battlefield. These creatures were called Metaldeads as they were reanimated via machines. They had been officially banned by most of the worlds' governments for being unethical. However, this did not stop the technology from being spread still between shady organizations, terrorists, etc. Evans wondered how Genocide got this form of nanotechnology. Evans long speculated that the dark essence used by most of the killers they encountered was a a form of nanotech however it was different from anything else he had seen or heard about. The dark essence seemed to be an amalgamation of other types of nanotech. Evans had to save his inquiries for later. He reloaded his wristgun and took aim at the approaching group of Metaldeads. Gracia steadied her handgun and shot two Metaldeads in the head. From the single door countless arms seemed to spill forth from the darkness. The other officers took turns firing in intervals. this allowed them to create a steady stream of fire where no more that three guns needed to be reloaded at once. The horde seemed to thin out over time as if they were making progress. In actuality, the Metaldeads were just making room for Genocide to enter. Genocide exploded in a sprint from the door. Everyone fired upon the killer. Genocide had now chosen a wrist mounted mini flamethrower to use as his weapon. He stormed past the oncoming bullets taking some damage, but refused to slow down. He unleashed a stream of fire that caught five of the officers in one fell swoop. Gracia fired five rounds into Genocide's face. He stumbled back. Lary took the chance to fire several mine gun bullets at Genocide's feet. The mines quickly detected his movement and exploded. In seconds, Genocide was on his back.
Staring at the night sky Genocide saw the moon. He reached for it. He called for the darkness to give him more power. His wounds began healing. In the sky he could hear the whirl of propellers. There were six helicopters in total. The first two had evacuated the survivors while the others stayed to engage Genocide. Genocide got up and unstrapped the sniper rifle from his back. He stood before the searchlights as a black silhouette, cornered but unwilling to back down. Lary stared down at him smiling. "Okay!" He shouted, "Let's Tango!" Upon this declaration the second jamming device was activated. Now, isolated on the roof, Genocide's guns couldn't be fired and the helicopters were out of range of the device. Now Genocide stood like a sitting duck. A helicopter fired a rocket. Genocide side stepped and grabbed it. He turned his body redirecting the rocket to hit another helicopter. As it exploded Genocide drew his knife and threw it at another helicopter. Behind the knife was such force that it shattered the helicopter window's glass, embedding itself in the pilot. This helicopter too went down where it exploded. "Holy clucknuggets!Did you see that!?" Lary said dumbfounded. Evans looked out the helicopter door he was in jaw open in shock. "There's no way." He collected himself quickly and radioed the remaining two helicopters to keep moving and to use their machineguns as much as possible. The helicopters reigned down upon Genocide tearing apart his body. Shreds of leather and darkened blood sprayed across the pavement of the roof. Gracia watched as Genocide's body was destroyed repeatedly as it tried to heal. Surely he had to stop at some point. After 10 minutes the helicopters had exhausted their cache of ammunition and soldiers opted to fire their own rifles and occasionally throw grenades. After about six minutes, they too had run out of bullets. Genocide stood unfazed. He had long since healed himself and now appeared intangible with gunfire seeming to pass through his body. His coat once ripped , now appeared whole though on closer inspection seemed to writhe. Gracia looked in horror as she remembered the tales her adopted father had told her. Tales he had in turn heard from his predecessors. Every so often officers had reported encounters with ghost like beings cloaked in a cloud of living dark mist. The beings were rumored to be responsible for the deaths of multiple people ranging from scientists, veterans, mafia, politicians, etc. They were seen near such crime scenes and even more shockingly appeared around several sites where suicides were committed. These beings were reportedly impervious to bullets and filled anyone who got near with an impending sense of dread. If Genocide was connected to them or somehow turning into one , there was little chance they would be able to defeat him. Gracia's fears were confirmed when she saw that Genocide's leather coat had been destroyed and he had replaced it with the dark mist coalescing from his own spilled blood. The dark mist, swirling, grew larger and several tendrils sprouted out from it. Gracia could briefly make out a figure standing next to Genocide. A hooded figure cloaked in the same black substance. The figure stared up at her with soulless, blackened eyes which seemed to beckon her to jump from the aircraft she was standing in. Compelling her to give in to the death that plagued the earth. Genocide kneeled to his master. The Shinigami, Masataka stared down at his disciple. "You have done a great service to us. Even now the sealed god stirs in its slumber. Its...Awakening will soon be upon us. It calls out for war. It begs for famine. It longs to continue its conquest. We are the death it so desires. The death that is necessary for this civilization to grow. Use the power that I have bestowed upon you. Finish the mission as you see fit." The Shinigami vanished and Genocide stood.Genocide stared at his hands. He remembered the first killing spree. He was on a bus. It stopped. A woman got on the bus and walked to the back smiling as she passed him. Something about her eyes unnerved him. They were so bright but something dark reflected inside them. He ignored the thought and put in his headphones. In minutes he had dozed off. He jumped awake. He looked around and froze in panic. All around him, everyone had been hacked to pieces. He saw the driver, actively being stabbed by a masked assailant. The mask, painted white with black eyeholes, stared back at him. It raised a finger over where its lips would be. Even under the expressionless visage, he could feel that same smile. He ran home that morning. He went to his room to find it destroyed. His posters, his computer, his tv, everything, had been ruined. He turned around and saw a man at the end of the hallway holding a sledge hammer. "The hell you been, boy?", his stepdad sneered. The man dropped his hammer and walked closer, veins pulsing with rage. He tried to explain how his car had caught fire forcing him to walk 4 miles to the nearest bus stop, but the man's fist was faster than his words. "Boy!Answer me when I talk to you!!" the man says as he backhands the taste out of the would be Genocide's mouth. He took that beating for several minutes before being left to stare at his ransacked room. He hated how his stepdad went out of his way to destroy the things he loved. Soon, another set of footsteps could be heard. It was his mother standing behind his locked door. She didn't knock, or say anything. She just stood there, doing nothing as always. He never knew if she came to talk to him or apologize. All he knew was that she could never bring herself to speak to or even acknowledge him. Maybe out of guilt or perhaps shame. A year or two later after he had had enough he ran away from home. Living out on the streets alone, without friends, or family, he would embark on countless killing sprees. These killings weren't of his own volition however. He was coerced by some corrupt officers from The Unit. They made him kill on their behalf. Sometimes they were protesters, sometimes they were drug dealers, other times, petty criminals they couldn't be bothered to process. It was routine for him to be used to kill entire houses of drug riddled addicts. During one such venture he entered a drug den, killing the dealer as instructed. He took out several junkies before turning to leave. A woman who survived her injuries clung to his heel begging him to stop. Looking down he aimed the handgun he was carrying at her head of long disheveled brown hair and fired. Feeling nothing, he kicked her body aside like trash when it hit him. Her face. This woman had been his mother. What was she doing in a place like this? He felt a shock of emotion. He wondered if she had always been like this, or had she changed after he left. He never made amends, but decided to stop killing from then on. The unit did not like that. Once it became apparent that he was no longer of use to them they started a manhunt to apprehend him with lethal force. They found him. They killed him. But he survived.
He remembered the girl on the bus. He remembered her eyes. Those of a sadistic killer. Still there was something else inside them. Something faint but deeper. So. Much. Sadness. Just like him. He felt the hatred begin to spread. His purpose, he decided, was to make all humans rot in the hell they created for him.
These people, he thought to himself, these living diseases, all needed to die. Their struggles, their problems, they spread like cancer to others. The only cure for humanity's sin, its collective wrongdoings, was genocide.
Around him, dark tendrils continued to form and expand, spinning in a vortex. Genocide pulled out two pistols. He squeezed the triggers to no effect. "As I see fit, huh? Hehe." He squeezed both guns in his hands, breaking them into pieces. He concentrated. In his hands, two more guns materialized now completely black due to being forged from the dark essence. Forged by his will. Immune to the jamming device that shut down conventional firearms. He raised his arms at each remaining helicopter and opened fire. Countless tendrils whipped out and slashed at his targets joining the dark essence bullets. It was chaos. Dark tendrils and bullets tore through every direction as Genocide spun and swirled around in 360 degrees firing randomly with purpose. A tendril pierced Gracia's right arm, another, her abdomen. She was however, fortunate, as the other passengers of her helicopter were dismembered. She barely had time to jump from the vehicle before it crashed. She fell 2 yards onto solid concrete. She felt immense pain as her right shoulder shattered on impact. She looked up to see Genocide's blade like appendages ripping through the other escape helicopters. She rolled onto her back and tried to steady herself. Within seconds her body began to repair itself. The nanocells inside her had saved her life but were now depleted. She would need another supplement lest she receive another fatal injury. The standard nanocells she and the others had were much less potent than those of the killers they faced. In truth, they had only minimal strength boosts being able to lift 5-8 more pounds than before and healing being limited to one or two fatal injuries so long as death didn't occur instantly. Gracia blacked out. She awoke the next morning in a hospital. There the doctors refilled her nanocells. She learned that the station had been left in ruins. Genocide had detonated some type of minature nuke following his rampage. He always blew up the stations as if to send a message. Gracia looked out the window thinking about why she became a cop. Twice her family had been murdered by them. Her biological family had been killed in an on record drug raid committed by a group of corrupt officers called The Unit. She had been adopted by another officer that arrived at the scene who found her as a child hiding in a closed. Sadly, he too was killed for trying to expose the activities of The Unit. Gracia joined the force to avenge both losses and bring justice to the killers that disguised themselves as normal people. Law enforcement was neither good, nor bad. It depended upon the people that made it up. In the dying corrupt world Gracia lived in, she vowed to be a beacon of light. Evans laid in a bed adjacent to Lary. "That damn Genocide's somethin else in' he?Like the stories you told us were understatements. That man could legit not die at this point in the story. Like he has friggin plot armor or somthin.'' Evans cut him off" I get it. We all got our asses handed to us. But did you see that ..thing that appeared next to him. Right before he created that black vortex that wiped us out. That must have something to do with his power. Maybe there's a still a way to stop him."Lary chimed in," That fella looked like he was on the way to a black metal concert wit all the black facepaint he was wearin' Creeped me out to be honest." As the survivors mulled over their predicament, the cycle of evil continued to spread elsewhere.
Budley flips through the pages of a magazine. He checks his watch. He looks around the gas station and doesn't see any customers. Seizing the opportunity, he puts in his headphones and begins playing an imaginary guitar as he jams to a progressive deathcore album. Oblivious to the screams coming from outside, the store clerk moves on to thumping two candy bars on the counter to simulate drums. Budley sees that his shift has ended and begins locking up the store. He sweeps the aisles and jumps as a shadow appears behind him. He turns and sees a well groomed bearded man dressed in a black hoodie, black shirt, and black and gray camo pants. The man holds out his hand and smiles. Budley rings up the pack of nicotine substitute gum. "Tryin to kick the habit huh?" Budley asks. The man replies, "Somethin like that. Gotta get my priorities back in check. Focus on the things that really matter. That damn KonCreep's a hell of a band aren't they?" He nods to the playlist on Budley's phone. "Yeah, they're killer. just got into them a month back." Budley answers. "You know, I'm something of a musician myself. Maybe you'll hear of me on the news someday." Jim Jimenez says as he sees himself out. He walks to the back of the building and passes an ominous form of graffiti. A woman lays unmoving and above her, written on concrete in red is a message that simply says "Genocide Reigns".

I've been thinking about the severe lack of high gothic units in the guard's model line, I know we have a small amount of characters but I think we're outright lacking any high gothic units outside the agents. I know things are mainly geared towards utilitarian miltary in that field for Guard, but there's always been traces of the Imperial Cult in there and it has led me to wonder what an army heavily influenced by the Imperial Cult would be like, or even just having pockets of units integrated in the Imperial Guard's army composition.
So picture this, the Zealout Squad. A 10-20 man squad of Darktide-styled wild ravenous and zealous men and women ready to give their lives for the god-emperor with t-shirt 6+ saves, armed with either hand-me-down firearms that have -1 AP and are more shooty, but are less accurate than the lasgun, or various melee weapons with the sergeant equivelant having something like a hammer to give heavier infantry a harder punch. I think it could be a nice change of pace to have a couple squads of these guys to paint, just because they'd be so different-looking to the guardsmen. For those that aren't familiar with Zealots in Darktide, they're commonly dressed in more medieval worn-down looking gear with metal breastplates stuck to their chest and a few other scraps here and there, feature robes, masks, aquilas and absolutely ton of parchments and papers on them. They tend to have a pretty varied weapon set from melee weapons and small arms to worn down but still effective power hammers.
There could even be a special detachment rule for Zealot Squads, Preachers and such, something like a 6+ FNP for all Zealots and them getting the battleline keyword, or you could even get a full army of them to represent a Feudal World's guardsmen or an upgrade sprue of relics, candles, aquilas etc. to function as wargear or decorate the tanks with. Other people might not want this in their armies, that's absolutely fine. But I really do think the guard is lacking representation for its more gothic regiments, even when the old metal regiments were around.
I dunno, this was just an idea that came to my head but I was wondering what you guys would make of it. Would you like Zealot Squads working alongside your guardsmen, or even just the Imperial Cult being way more prevelant in your armies compared to the few aquilas scattered here and there?

first thing sorry for bad english im from croatia so i dont speek it fluently.
im a teen and there is this occurance that happens to me like i will be falling asleep and i will still be concious but i will see idk how to explain it but i see without my eyes i see my room and im going trough it idk if its just a picture in head or my eyes are open but im concious of it sometimes i will be running from something my heart will always pump fast and i will always have tense muscles or tingly sensation but really hard tingles or pulsing sensation in muslces and i wake up or i just feel like i woke up and i see my room but i still am not fully woken up so that cycle of "fake" waking up repeats for like five times until i actually wake up and can feel normal and i always have a sense of impending doom like i have to run from something while all of that is happening but i only once saw some black shadow figure aproaching me really fast idk what is happening its kinda cool i dont really have psychological trouble from it but idk whats happening has anyone expirienced something simmilar?

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	HOUSE	FRAGRANCE	SIZE	REMAINING	Notes/Condition	Price	Type
1	Amouage	Amber Sogara	12mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$335	Niche
2	Amouage	Incense Rori Attar	12mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$299	Niche
3	Amouage	Orris Wakan Attar	12mL	99% Full	Full Presentation	$299	Niche
4	Amouage	Rose Aqor Attar	12mL	99% Full	Full Presentation	$299	Niche
5	Amouage	Saffron Hamra Attar	12mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$299	Niche
6	Andy Tauer	Cologne du Maghreb	50mL	99% Full	First Release, Rectangular Clear Bottle; With box	$95	Niche
7	Bond No. 9	Central Park West	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
8	Bond No. 9	Dubai Jade	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$200	Niche
9	Bond No. 9	Hamptons	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
10	Bond No. 9	Madison Square Park	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
11	Bond No. 9	NOMAD	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$169	Niche
12	Bond No. 9	Riverside Drive	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
13	Bond No. 9	So New York	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
14	Bond No. 9	Sutton Place	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
15	Bond No. 9	Wall Street	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$149	Niche
16	By Kilian	Bamboo Harmony	100mL	100% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$199	Niche
17	By Kilian	Black Phantom	100mL	100% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$199	Niche
18	By Kilian	Can't Stop Loving You	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$185	Niche
19	By Kilian	Forbidden Games	50mL	98% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$125	Niche
20	By Kilian	Gold Knight	100mL	100% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$199	Niche
21	By Kilian	Gold Knight	50mL	98% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$145	Niche
22	By Kilian	Good Girl Gone Bad	250mL	99% Full	Decanter; No Box	$650	Niche
23	By Kilian	Good Girl Gone Bad	50mL	98% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$135	Niche
24	By Kilian	Good Girl Gone Bad Eau Fraiche	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$180	Niche
25	By Kilian	Intoxicated	100mL	100% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$199	Niche
26	By Kilian	L'Heure Verte	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$135	Niche
27	By Kilian	Moonlight In Heaven	100mL	99% Full	Tester Refill (No Spray, No Box)	$199	Niche
28	By Kilian	Roses on Ice	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$135	Niche
29	Byredo	Eyes Closed	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$135	Niche
30	Byredo	Infloresence	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$135	Niche
31	Byredo	Lil Fleur	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$135	Niche
32	Byredo	Sunday Cologne	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$135	Niche
33	Chanel / Chanel Exclusif	Beige Parfum	15mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$180	Niche
34	Chanel / Chanel Exclusif	Misia EdT	200mL	90% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$325	Niche
35	Chanel / Chanel Exclusif	No. 22 EdT	200mL	95% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$325	Niche
36	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	7 Mini Set as Pictured	7x 5mL	100% Full	7 Official Minis from 2010-2011... Mitzah, Milly-A-La-Foret, Granville, Cologne Royale, Eau Noire, New Look 1947	$180	Niche
37	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Bois D'Argent	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 0V01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$35	Niche
38	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Cologne Royale	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 1X01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$30	Niche
39	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Diorissima	7.5mL	100% Full	Official Mini; No Cannister - Price includes shipping	$30	Niche
40	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Eau Noire	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 1R01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$35	Niche
41	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Eden Roc	7.5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Price includes shipping	$30	Niche
42	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Granville	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 0V01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$35	Niche
43	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	Milly-La-Foret	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 0W01 (2010 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$30	Niche
44	Christian Dior / Dior Privee	New Look 1947	5mL	100% Full	Official Mini - Batch Code 1R01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping	$30	Niche
45	Clive Christian	C for Men	50mL	95% Full	Tester (No Box)	$169	Niche
46	Clive Christian	I Pour Femme (Woody Floral with Vintage Rose)	50mL	99% Full	Tester (No Box)	$169	Niche
47	Clive Christian	Rock Rose	50mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$229	Niche
48	Clive Christian	X Pour Femme	50mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$169	Niche
49	Creed	Aventus - 19P21 (Decant)	50mL	100% Full	Magnetic Cap Decant	$169	Niche
50	Creed	Aventus - F1396	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$209	Niche
51	Creed	Aventus for Her - F Batch	75mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$175	Niche
52	Creed	Bois du Portugal	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$185	Niche
53	Creed	Carmina - F1449	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Cap or Box)	$199	Niche
54	Creed	Erolfa	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap	$185	Niche
55	Creed	Green Irish Tweed	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$195	Niche
56	Creed	Himalaya - F Batch	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$185	Niche
57	Creed	Jardin D'Amalfi	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box, No Cap)	$199	Niche
58	Creed	Millesime Imperial	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$185	Niche
59	Creed	Original Santal	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$185	Niche
60	Creed	Original Vetiver	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$185	Niche
61	Creed	Queen of Silk	75mL	100% Full	Tester with Metal Cap	$275	Niche
62	Creed	Refillable Atomizer (5mL Leather Wrapped) Blue	5mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$85	Niche
63	Creed	Refillable Atomizer (5mL Leather Wrapped) Grey	5mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$85	Niche
64	Creed	Royal Oud - F Batch	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$260	Niche
65	Creed	Royal Water - F238	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$180	Niche
66	Creed	Silver Mountain Water - 21V01A	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$180	Niche
67	Creed	Spice and Wood	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$219	Niche
68	Creed	Viking - F BATCH	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$190	Niche
69	Creed	Viking Cologne	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap	$185	Niche
70	Creed	Virgin Island Water	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Plastic Cap (No Box)	$195	Niche
71	Creed	White Amber - 17R01	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$155	Niche
72	Diptyque	Eau de Papier EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap	$100	Niche
73	Diptyque	Ombre Dans L'eau EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap	$100	Niche
74	Diptyque	Oyedo EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$100	Niche
75	Diptyque	Philosykos EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$100	Niche
76	Fragrance Du Bois	Brume du Matin	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$180	Niche
77	Fragrance Du Bois	Cannabis Blue	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$180	Niche
78	Fragrance Du Bois	Cannabis Intense	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$180	Niche
79	Fragrance Du Bois	HERITAGE	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$330	Niche
80	Fragrance du Bois	Lovers	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$325	Niche
81	Fragrance Du Bois	New York Fifth Avenue	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$180	Niche
82	Fragrance Du Bois	SAHRAA	100mL	99% Full	Full presentation with Box	$399	Niche
83	Fragrance Du Bois	Siberian Rose	100mL	100% Full	New, No Box	$180	Niche
84	Frederic Malle	Cologne Indellible	100mL	85% Full	Full presentation with Box	$175	Niche
85	Frederic Malle	Eau de Magnolia	10mL	100% Full	Official Travel Spray	$55	Niche
86	Frederic Malle	Monsieur	10mL	95% Full	Official Travel Spray	$55	Niche
87	Frederic Malle	Promise	100mL	100% Full	Brand New (Not Sealed)	$315	Niche
88	Gallagher	Bergamot Silk	100mL	99% Full	No Box	$79	Niche
89	Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive	Pierre de Lune	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$155	Niche
90	Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive	Rose Alexandrie	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$155	Niche
91	Guerlain	Angelique Noire	30mL	100% Full	Mini Bee Bottle Decant	$215	Niche
92	Guerlain	Angelique Noire	10mL	100% Full	Tall Glass Decant	$55	Niche
93	Guerlain	French Kiss	75mL	98% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$450	Niche
94	Guerlain	Frenchy Lavende	200mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$399	Niche
95	Guerlain	Herbes Troublantes	200mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$339	Niche
96	Guerlain	Jasmin Bonheur	200mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$369	Niche
97	Guerlain	Neroli Outrenoir	200mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$339	Niche
98	Guerlain	Spiriteuse Double Vanille	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap	$399	Niche
99	Guerlain	Tobacco Honey	200mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$399	Niche
100	Hermes / Hermessence	Agar Ebene	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$150	Niche
101	Hermes / Hermessence	Ambre Narguile	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$175	Niche
102	Hermes / Hermessence	Cedre Sambac	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$165	Niche
103	Hermes / Hermessence	Epice Marine	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$170	Niche
104	Hermes / Hermessence	Myrrhe Eglantine	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$185	Niche
105	Hermes / Hermessence	Poivre Samarcade	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$170	Niche
106	Hermes / Hermessence	Santal Massoia	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$170	Niche
107	Hermes / Hermessence	Vetiver Tonka	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$175	Niche
108	House of Sillage	Nouez Moi	75mL	99% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$120	Niche
109	I Profumi di Firenze	Caterina De Medici	50mL	99% Full	No Box	$35	Niche
110	Initio	High Frequency	90mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$180	Niche
111	Initio	Oud for Happiness	90mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$189	Niche
112	Jo Malone	English Pear & Freesia	30mL	100% Full	No Box	$50	Niche
113	Le Labo	Bigarade 18 - Hong Kong Exclusive	50mL	100% Full	Full Bottle, Retail Label	$299	Niche
114	Le Labo	Mousse de Chene 30 - Amsterdam City Exclusive	50mL	99% Full	Sprayed Once to Test / Brand New; No Box	$259	Niche
115	Le Labo	Oud 27	50mL	99% Full	Full presentation with Box	$169	Niche
116	Le Labo	Santal 33	50mL	100% Full	Full Bottle, Retail Label	$135	Niche
117	Liquides Imaginaires	Bloody Wood	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box, No Cap	$85	Niche
118	Liquides Imaginaires	Desert Sauve	100mL	99% Full	Tester; No Box, No Cap	$85	Niche
119	Liquides Imaginaires	Fleur de Sable	100mL	99% Full	Tester; No Box, No Cap	$85	Niche
120	Liquides Imaginaires	Fleuve Tendre	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box, No Cap	$85	Niche
121	Liquides Imaginaires	Sancti	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box, No Cap	$85	Niche
122	Loewe	7 EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$90	Niche
123	Loewe	Aire Anthesis	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$100	Niche
124	Loewe	Esencia EdP	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$120	Niche
125	Loewe	Esencia Elixir	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$200	Niche
126	Loewe	Man 001 EdP	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$120	Niche
127	Louis Vuitton	Contre Moi	100mL	99% Full	Tester (Bottle may show some damage, Cap has no paint/is peeling)	$385	Niche
128	Louis Vuitton	Sun Song	100mL	98% Full	Tester (Bottle is scratched, may have an engraving, and Cap has no paint/is peeling)	$425	Niche
129	Louis Vuitton	Sun Song	200mL	98% Full	Dummy Bottle, filled with real juice. I don't think it's refillable.	$750	Niche
130	Maison Crivelli	Bois Datchai	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$169	Niche
131	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	724	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$355	Niche
132	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	724	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$165	Niche
133	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	A la Rose	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$315	Niche
134	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Amyris Femme EdP	70mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$150	Niche
135	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Amyris Femme Extrait	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$160	Niche
136	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Amyris Homme EdT	70mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$160	Niche
137	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Celestia	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$135	Niche
138	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$145	Niche
139	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Celestia Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$160	Niche
140	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Media Cologne Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$150	Niche
141	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Universalis	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$135	Niche
142	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Universalis Cologne Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$125	Niche
143	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Universalis Cologne Forte	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$225	Niche
144	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Universalis Cologne Forte	35mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$90	Niche
145	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Universalis Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$160	Niche
146	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Vitae	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$215	Niche
147	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Vitae	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$135	Niche
148	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Vitae Cologne Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$125	Niche
149	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Aqua Vitae Forte	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$160	Niche
150	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Baccarat Rouge 540 EdP	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$209	Niche
151	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Baccarat Rouge 540 Extrait	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$300	Niche
152	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Feminine Pluriel	200mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$335	Niche
153	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Feminine Pluriel Special Edition Extrait	70mL	100% Full	Full Presentation With Mirror Display	$499	Niche
154	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Gentle Fluidity Gold	200mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$365	Niche
155	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Gentle Fluidity Gold	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$165	Niche
156	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	L'eau a La Rose	35mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$90	Niche
157	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	L'Homme a la Rose	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$165	Niche
158	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Masculin Pluriel	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$165	Niche
159	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Oud EdP	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$170	Niche
160	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Oud Extrait	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$190	Niche
161	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Oud Silk Mood EdP	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$170	Niche
162	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Oud Silk Mood Extrait	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$190	Niche
163	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	Petit Matin	70mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$145	Niche
164	Maison Lancome	Orange Bigarades	100mL	100% Full	Full presentation with Box	$229	Niche
165	Mark Birley	Charles Street	75mL	97% Full	Travel Version	$90	Niche
166	Memo Paris	French Leather	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
167	Memo Paris	Italian Leather	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
168	Memo Paris	Lailabella	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
169	Memo Paris	Marfa	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
170	Memo Paris	Moon Fever	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
171	Memo Paris	Oriental Leather	75mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box or Cap)	$115	Niche
172	Mind Games	As-Suli's Diamond	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$249	Niche
173	Mind Games	Gardez	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$249	Niche
174	Mind Games	Vieri	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$249	Niche
175	Mizensir	Bois de Mysore	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
176	Mizensir	Cologne de Matte	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
177	Mizensir	Ideal Oud	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
178	Mizensir	Rose Exaltante	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
179	Mizensir	Tonic Water	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
180	Mizensir	Vert Empire	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$155	Niche
181	Oh Mon Dieu!	L'objet	100mL	100% Full	Full presentation with Box	$125	Niche
182	Oliver and Co.	M.O.U.S.S.E.	50mL	99% Full	Limited Edition 87/133	$110	Niche
183	Parfums de Marley	Valaya	75mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap (No Box)	$175	Niche
184	Penhaligon's	Elixir	100mL	90% Full	No Box	$250	Niche
185	Penhaligon's	Petra	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$200	Niche
186	Penhaligon's	Cairo	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$220	Niche
187	Pomare's Stolen Perfume	Angel's Share	9mL	70% Full	No Box	$40	Niche
188	Precious Liquid	Iced Juniper	75mL	95% Full	Full presentation with Box (Limited Edition)	$135	Niche
189	Roja Dove	Creation-E Essence de Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$165	Niche
190	Roja Dove	Danger Pour Femme	50mL	100% Full	99% Full with Box	$275	Niche
191	Roja Dove	Elixir	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$175	Niche
192	Roja Dove	Elixir Essence Pour Femme	100mL	100% Full	No Box	$175	Niche
193	Roja Dove	Qatar	50mL	99% Full	Full Presentation	$339	Niche
194	Roja Dove	Scandal Essence de Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$165	Niche
195	Roja Dove	United Arab Emirates (UAE)	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$300	Niche
196	Roman Monegal	L'eau de Rose	50mL	97% Full		$70	Niche
197	Santa Maria Novella	Sandalo	100mL	95% Full	No Box	$80	Niche
198	Sospiro	Deep Amber Ocean	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, No Box	$170	Niche
199	Sospiro	Deep Amber Ocean	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$180	Niche
200	Spirit of Dubai	Bahar	50mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap and Travel Case	$175	Niche
201	Spirit of Dubai	Rimal	50mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap and Travel Case	$175	Niche
202	Tiziana Terenzi	Attar Cas	13mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$225	Niche
203	Tiziana Terenzi	Chiron	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$165	Niche
204	Tiziana Terenzi	Draconis	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$135	Niche
205	Tom Ford	Azure Lime - A71	50mL	99% Full	Original Formula	$349	Niche
206	Tom Ford	Beau de Jour	1000mL	100% Full	Sealed Dramming Bottle	$700	Niche
207	Tom Ford	Ebene Fume	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$165	Niche
208	Tom Ford	Electric Cherry	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$200	Niche
209	Tom Ford	Fleur de Portofino	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$135	Niche
210	Tom Ford	Fougere Platine	1000mL	100% Full	Sealed Dramming Bottle	$700	Niche
211	Tom Ford	Neroli Portofino	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$140	Niche
212	Tom Ford	Plum Japonais	50mL	100% Full	Decant (No Box)	$215	Niche
213	Tom Ford	Rive Ambre - A63	50mL	99% Full	Original Formula	$225	Niche
214	Tom Ford	Rose de Amalfi	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$135	Niche
215	Tom Ford	Santal Blush	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$140	Niche
216	Tom Ford	Soleil Neige	1000mL	100% Full	Sealed Dramming Bottle	$700	Niche
217	Tom Ford	Tobacco Vanille	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$245	Niche
218	Tom Ford	Tubereuse Nue	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$150	Niche
219	Tom Ford	Vanille Fatale	50mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$180	Niche
220	Tom Ford	White Suede	1000mL	100% Full	Sealed Dramming Bottle	$700	Niche
221	Washington Tremlett	Black Tie	100mL	95% Full		$125	Niche
222	Widian	II Black	50mL	99% Full	Tester (No Box)	$149	Niche
223	Yves Saint Laurent	Babycat	125mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$300	Niche
224	Acqua di Parma	Magnolia Nobile	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$95	Designer
225	Brunello Cucinelli	Pour Homme	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$90	Designer
226	Caron	Pour un Homme de Caron Le Matin	125mL	100% Full	Opened to test, sprayed once	$69	Designer
227	Caron	Pour un Homme de Caron Le Soir	125mL	100% Full	Opened to test, sprayed once	$69	Designer
228	Caron	Pour Un Homme Impact Parfum	75mL	97% Full	No Box	$175	Designer
229	Chanel	Allure Homme Sport - Aftershave Balm	100mL	99% Full	No Box	$65	Designer
230	Chanel	Allure Pour Femme EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$65	Designer
231	Chanel	Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Balm	100mL	99% Full	No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage	$55	Designer
232	Chanel	Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Lotion	100mL	99% Full	No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage	$55	Designer
233	Chanel	Coco EdP	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$85	Designer
234	Chanel	Coco Mademoiselle - Moisturizing Body Lotion	200mL	99% Full	No Box	$55	Designer
235	Chanel	Coco Noir	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$100	Designer
236	Chanel	Cristalle Eau Vert EdT Concentree	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$135	Designer
237	Chanel	Cristalle EdP	50mL	95% Full	Tester; No Box	$135	Designer
238	Chanel	Gabrielle Essence	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$100	Designer
239	Chanel	No. 19	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$115	Designer
240	Chanel	No. 5 Eau Premiere	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$85	Designer
241	Chanel	No. 5 EdP	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$95	Designer
242	Chanel	Platinum Egoiste	75mL	99% Full	SPLASH, NOT SPRAY Older Formulation	$125	Designer
243	Christian Dior	Dior Homme Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed (Packaging may be slightly damaged)	$175	Designer
244	Christian Dior	J'adore in Joy EdT	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap, No Box	$60	Designer
245	Floris	Cefiro	100mL	100% Full	Tester with Cap, No Box	$59	Designer
246	Gucci	Gucci Guilty Absolute	90mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$70	Designer
247	Guerlain	Habit Rouge Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$130	Designer
248	Guerlain	L'Homme Ideal Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$130	Designer
249	Guerlain	L'instant de Guerlain Pour Homme EXTREME	10mL	100% Full	VINTAGE BLACK RIM - DECANT	$50	Designer
250	Guerlain	Vetiver Parfum	100mL	100% Full	Brand New, Sealed	$130	Designer
251	Hermes	Twilly	80mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$65	Designer
252	Jo Malone	Amber & Lavender	30mL	90% Full	No Box	$52	Designer
253	Jo Malone	English Oak & Redcurrant	30mL	80% Full	No Box	$49	Designer
254	Jo Malone	English Pear & Freesia	100mL	100% Full	Brand New with Gift Box and Gift Set (Body Wash, Body Lotion)	$180	Designer
255	Jo Malone	Rose & White Musk Absolu	100mL	100% Full	No Box	$180	Designer
256	Jo Malone	Scarlett Poppy Cologne Intense	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Box	$130	Designer
257	Lalique	Ombre Noire	100mL	100% Full	Sealed	$100	Designer
258	Maison Martin Margiela	Replica - Jazz Club	100mL	100% Full	Tester (No Box)	$80	Designer
259	Thierry Mugler	A*MEN	100mL	99% Full	Rubber Flask; No Box	$75	Designer
260	Amouage	Cristal and Gold Ladies	50mL	95% Full	Vintage, Incredibly hard to find. Full presentation in nice condition	$399	Vintage
261	Cartier	Santos EdT	100mL	100% Full	Spray; Refill.	$299	Vintage
262	Chanel	Gardenia EdT	100mL	100% Full	Vintage; Sealed	$350	Vintage
263	Crabtree & Evelyn	Crabtree & Evelyn Extract of West Indian and Sicilian Limes	125mL	100% Full	Full presentation with Box	$209	Vintage
264	Dunhill	Cologne	125mL	99% Full	Vintage; Splash	$100	Vintage
265	Ermenegildo Zegna	Haitian Vetiver	125mL	99% Full	No Box	$300	Vintage
266	Escada	Pour Homme Aftershave	75mL	100% Full	BNIB Sealed	$165	Vintage
267	Escada	Pour Homme Aftershave	125mL	100% Full	BNIB Sealed	$240	Vintage
268	Floris	Special 127	100mL	98% Full	Vintage; Dark Blue Box., 2 Royal Warrants, Vintage Version	$70	Vintage
269	Fragonard	Zizanie	240mL	80% Full	Shaker bottle (Splash, not spray) no box. At least 80% Full.	$240	Vintage
270	Geo F Trumper	Ajaccio Violets	100mL	99% Full		$40	Vintage
271	Gucci	Envy Aftershave	50mL	100% Full	BNIB Sealed	$140	Vintage
272	Gucci	Envy Aftershave	100mL	100% Full	BNIB Sealed	$215	Vintage
273	Gucci	Rush for Men	50mL	100% Full	Full Presentation; These do not come fully filled	$190	Vintage
274	Gucci	Rush for Men Aftershave	100mL	100% Full	BNIB Sealed	$140	Vintage
275	Guerlain	Heritage EdT	200mL	100% Full	New; Vintage; Splash. 1991 Bottle.	$225	Vintage
276	Guerlain	Samrasa EdP	50mL	100% Full	No Box	$109	Vintage
277	Guerlain	Samsara EdT 1992-1993 Formulation	100mL	100% Full	Tester; No Cap; No Box	$109	Vintage
278	Jean Desprez	Bal a Versailles	9 Oz	70% Full	Vintage; Splash; No Box Open to offers on this enormous bottle.	$135	Vintage
279	Lacoste	Eau de Sport Vivifiante	100mL	99% Full	No Box	$110	Vintage
280	Lacoste	Land	100mL	99% Full		$130	Vintage
281	Nino Cerruti	Fair Play Pour Homme	100mL	99% Full	Full presentation with Box	$275	Vintage
282	Paco Rabanne	Eau de Metal	20mL	100% Full	Vintage; Mini	$15	Vintage
283	Revillon	Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate	60mL	99% Full	Atomizer	$190	Vintage
284	Revillon	Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate	90mL	99% Full	Atomizer	$290	Vintage​

(FL) Moved out at the end of April, just now received a letter saying they're charging us like $900 for a new carpet because it had "dark black stains" all over it. (Keep in mind I waited 20 mins for someone from their office to show up to my scheduled final walk through where he said "everything looks great, you guys clearly weren't party animals. I'II let let the leasing office know" When I called to dispute the charges I told them I also have a video I took that final day and there are no "dark black stains" they had me send the video over yesterday but today I received an email with "photos of the damages" did not say anything in regards to the video I sent. The pictures they sent look obviously over saturated/edited.

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/xBN9lP9
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Tier 1 Concealed Centurion Holster (P80):

• Price: $70 (shipping is included)
• Description: Brand new, never used! This T1C holster was ordered for a Polymer80 PF940V2. Non-light-bearing, Level 2 retention. The complete order details can be found on the seventh picture of the above Imgur post. This holster will ship with Blue threadlocker, additional mounting hardware, and the T1C swag that arrived with the original order.

Rifles Only HAD Suppressor Cover, 7.5”:

• Price: $70 (shipping is included)
• Link: https://riflesonly.com/had-suppressor-cove
• Description: Genuine Rifles Only HAD Suppressor Cover in black. 7.5" long, adjustable for suppressors between 1.3" - 2"in diameter. As per Rifles Only's products description, this suppressor cover is rated for semi-automatic firing. This item was used on a Dead Air Wolfman on an AR-15, on a light firing schedule (200 - 300 rounds total). The outer layer and paracord are in like-new condition; the inner layer shows minimal signs of wear.

ERGO M4 Forward Rail:

• Price: $65 (shipping is included)
• Link: https://www.ergogrips.net/shop/ergo-m4-4-rail/
• Description: Genuine ERGO M4 Forward Rail. Used, in like-new condition.

Midwest Industries Drop-In M-Lok Handguard (Carbine):

• Price: $120 (shipping is included)
• Link: https://midwestindustriesinc.com/mi-gen2-two-piece-drop-in-handguard/
• Description: Genuine Midwest Industries Drop-In M-Lok Handguard, fits on carbine-length gas systems. Minimal signs of wear are visible on the rear of the handguard (the surface interfacing with the delta ring). Used, in good condition.

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Why do Women who idolise and fetishise Black men never go out with a Black person?
Is there not enough black men to go round? or maybe women are the real snobs in society and actually set societal standards more then men do? Are also the real causes of racial division by supporting net migration and pitting men of different races against each other?
Nobody is stopping them from having a black boyfriend in 2024.
Why are mixed race couples always the same height? Even when they are tall they're the same height, you could put a spirt level between them. Sometimes the man is like a little boy or a disc. It's always white women / Black man or Black women / nobody else. Do they count as a civil partnership?
Are divorced older women telling us that marriage and relationships are a waste of time, would have been better spent getting pummelled by Black men?
Why don't older women have sex with them all day instead of humming and harring about how great Black men are? Again nobody is stopping them.
Women who would you choose as a boyfriend:
Gay Black Man with 4 inches or Gay White man with 10 inches?
I've found that women go for the Black Man regardless of height, sexuality or penis size. They regard the white man as more 'diseased' or useless or embarrassing. Being white reinforces the Gay stereotype even though both are identical. So Black men have to sing for their supper and have to act 'Super straight' in order to maintain the same level of attractiveness as white people. 80% of the world is heterosexual but being straight is all some people have. Sexuality isn't fluid as previously thought it's based more on circumstance, privilege and looks.
But Women like a man who tries as opposed to a man who doesn't need to try!

First time poster, long time lurker! I have a dilemma, maybe yall can help me? I cross posted this in datingoverthirty
I’ve (38F) worked with my coworker (35M) for the last 4 years across 4 or 5 different gigs (we work in tv/film production). We’re in the same department and it’s a small department. Typically, we have a 10-14 hour day. When we first started working together I didn’t think he liked me at all. He would be kind of cold, short and a bit rude. After a few months on a particular job he seemed to warm up to me? But I developed a crush on him about 2 years ago and have stayed very professional throughout. I’m deathly afraid of rejection so I’m not sure what to do. There aren’t a lot of Black women in the business, and definitely not in my department. He’s not Black.
We are currently on a travel gig away from home, working for a prominent film festival. He asked me to come with him. So I’m here on this job and it’s a lot of hard work but we’re making the best of it. Should I say something? I’ve never really been in this situation before. I’d consider myself a late bloomer; I never dated anyone I went to school or worked with. I’ve always kept things separate.
How do you let someone know you’re interested in them? Should I just keep things to myself? We will probably continue to work together for many more years. I don’t want to make things awkward.

Am I the A hole?
So a little back ground. About 2 and a half years ago my wife found out I had been watching porn and masturbating behind her back. From that point I didnt masturbate and had great sex with my wife. I was on TRT and cycling sarms into my workout so my libido was through the roof and my wife and i taken intimate videos together. So a year and a half ago I confessed to my wife that I had been masturbating but to our videos that we made together. She told me it made her feel like she wasnt enough in general even if it was to us. I respect my wife and i want to please my wife and make her happy so since then I have refrained from watching any porn even mild sex scenes on TV as well as getting rid of social media and adding restrictions so less and less women are on the only remaining social media I have left and that's youtube. I had Pinterest up until yesterday but got rid of it because while browsing on Pinterest I clicked on literally I believe it was 3 total photos in my Pinterest history of women. They are skinny and are well endowed. My wife has gained weight and has been trying to lose weight but is having a hard time. I never say she is fat or call her names or anything that would be demeaning to my wife and her self esteem. If anything she is always saying she is fat and I constantly will deny it and tell her that I am very attracted to her. Anyway these photos weren't provocative in anyway just pictures of women doing workouts. I knew when I was looking at them it was wrong and if she found out holy shit so I didn't continue after the 3rd photo. He'll I didn't even search for it, it was just in my Pinterest home feed. Now she is saying I want hoe's and sluts and not her. That I don't love her or respect her. That I'm jerking off. She then went and masturbated herself and watched porn. I know this because of the cameras and I was able to access her search history. Now before she saw the photos everything was great and fine!. She also made fun of me sexually. Saying I'm not big enough and I don't fuck like the porn videos and at least she will get wet. It was absolutely degrading and humiliating. She is literally demeaning me as a person and my character because of the 3 pictures. I love my wife and yes she has anger problems and is controlling and does not trust at all. Even when I think she is she will all the sudden be going through my phone and interrogation pursues. I literally have isolated myself. I have no friends. I don't go out. I don't spend money. I literally go to work and go straight home. I literally surrounded my whole life around her and yet because of 3 photos she is divorcing me. I haven't jerked off I haven't watched porn. I'm so lost. I don't understand.
I don't understand what it will take to earn her trust. I don't understand what it will take for her to stop trying to find something wrong when there isn't anything there. I don't understand how she can be so cold. I can't believe she would humiliate and degrade me like that. Do the very thing she accused me of and then basically rub it in my face. Doesn't seem very mature. She doesn't communicate well because everything you say has the worst alterior motive behind it. She literally looks for there to be problems. I don't understand and I feel like I'm being abused mentally and emotionally. Now I will confess I have hit and pushed my wife before and I haven't been physically violent towards my wife since November of last year and when it happened it was a game changer for me and my life in general. I have been doing alot of self help as communication and etc that even my wife will tell you I have not struck nor pushed my wife or been violent towards my wife in anyway since November of last year. Now I'm not proud or saying I was right. I was way wrong and am being a man about it and facing it. My wife had hit me and pushed me and kicked me and etc also. She actually struck me in the face about 2 weeks ago because I said I had already turned the TV down and I couldn't turn it down anymore without it muting and because she got angry at that she turned over and struck me in the face. So we have both been physical with eachother also but hers being very recent. I screwed up before and feel so much guilt for what i did that i ignored the hitting me. Believe it or not she didnt even Apologize she stormed off and i had to go into the bathroom and just hold her until she liked me again. However things got great and as I said before had been great up until the photos. Now I'm a cheating slut that doesn't want her or find her attractive and I don't love her or respect her and etc. I won't repeat what I have already wrote before so I'm lost and idk what to do. I love my wife and yes I have screwed up in the past but is 3 photos of women deserve everything I got and her divorcing me. Is this salvageable? Am I the asshole? Should I be the one to go? Should i let her go? Should I fight for her? Should I not speak to her and let it be for a little until she wants to talk? What if she does get divorce paper? She threatened to get them Wednesday since she is off and has court in the morning. I don't want this and love my wife and am hurting and hurt and have cried and cried and cried. I'm not afraid to admit I cried alot. I just said out loud I'm gonna miss you so much while crying hysterically. Please anything. I'm willing to hear anything at this point because I don't know if I'm even making right decisions anymore. Am I the asshole?

This happened several years ago. I was dating my ex who I also worked with, we worked different shifts. I worked first shift he worked second. One day I had to pick him up and bring him to work because his car was being worked on. We only lived about 10 minutes from work so it was no big deal to leave and come back mid afternoon.
I go to our apartment, pick him up, and we’re heading back to work with me driving. We lived close but had to get on the highway to go one exit down to get there. Side roads took twice as long. I’m on the ramp that I need, it’s one of those still kind of highway ramps that have multiple exits and entrances on it with two lanes, and I needed the last exit, the third one.
I’m in the left lane because I’m not ready to exit yet, the right lane is for cars entering and exiting. A boomer lady in the right lane decides she needs to be exactly where I was at that very moment and proceeds to shift lanes. There are no shoulders, just guardrails so I can’t even move over. I hit the brake and lean on my horn but she’s oblivious and manages to still hit me. After she bounced off me she exits on the second exit. I can’t follow her because I was still in the left lane and she exited immediately, there was no time.
So as much as I wanted to go after her I couldn’t, so I shift lanes and take the third exit like I normally would, planning to drop my ex at work and then go to the police station to make a report. At the end of the exit ramp is a red light and I’m stopped, and this big black pickup truck with a boomer guy in it is right up my butt behind me and honking. I was already shaken and this was adding to it. I take the turns I need to go to work which is very out of the way and this guy was definitely following me.
I pull into my work parking lot but turn around as I don’t want this guy knowing I work there and told my ex sorry I’m going to the police station now, your gonna be late to work. The truck boomer is still following me and honking his horn until we get to another red light with two lanes and he pulls up beside me, fully blocking traffic in that lane, and starts yelling at me “I SAW YOU HIT THAT LADY” “I GOT YOUR PICTURE” All with this smug grin on his face like he was going to serve justice.
Like ??? If you were actually paying attention, SHE hit ME!
I just told him if he’d like to keep stalking me I’m going to the police station. He peeled out in the opposite direction. Guess he didn’t want to be a vigilante after all, not with the police involved anyway. I went to the police station and reported them both. Never actually heard anything, never got her license plate number because it all happened too fast.