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I don’t really know what to do about these situations. Maybe I’m irrational and paranoid or I deserve to be self-advocative, I wouldn’t know, so hear me out.
There’s a Dollarama I frequently visit less than 5 minutes away from my home. I live in a semi-ghetto part of Ottawa, so I’ve occasionally seen a security guard on duty, usually the same one.
One day, I had been wandering slowly, taking pictures of items I wanted to buy later, and when I had my phone down at my side for a moment to look at chocolate, she said: “Miss, your camera is left on.” While in any other situation this would have been a helpful thing to point out, I’m uncomfortable about it because she must have been watching me like a hawk to even notice or care about that.
Even though I’m at this store often, I have felt like she’s been trailing me every time I see her. I saw her leave her post at the candy section (it is possible to view the cashiers and entrance better from there) at the exact same time I left the aisle, I saw her right on my heels as I was turning. I slowed for a moment, forcing her to slow a bit too, made a slightly obvious backward glance at her, and as I went into the next aisle she left, but later on she stood on tiptoe to peek her head at me when I was in the checkout line (which is blocked slightly by the tall minifridges) when I went to pay.
This kind of close trailing doesn’t seem to happen to any other person in the store. Only me. I’m the only person that she watches sometimes, until I make it clear I’ve noticed and she’ll walk away like I said earlier. It feels like no coincidence or “just a part of the job” to stand at the end of the aisles I alone happen to be in, or to have her walk right behind me as often as she does.
I am not the only one though, as some online reviews dated from around the same time I first encountered her also had complaints of feeling singled out and followed. This guard even tried joining a conversation with a group of girls that she was silently following. I’m too socially anxious to speak up at a person with authority to potentially use force on me, nor do I feel comfortable speaking to management, because my young appearance always earns me condescending/unhelpful responses.
The big question from me is: Am I the problem, paranoid, or am I a victim?? I know retail employees are meant to look out for suspicious traits in a person that make them likely thieves, but I would have thought me being there so often, buying at least one item every time, would have cleared suspicions on me by now. I visually look young enough to pass as a teenaged female (18 intersex, soon 19), was born with a limp, have autism, and keep my appearance passably clean. Am I naturally a suspicious individual by sight because of those traits? Do I need to further change my appearance to get this to stop?

You are cordially invited to the online launch of The Song Remains / דאָס ליד איז געבליבן
On Monday, 20 May 2024 at 12 noon PDT In a Zoom webinar. Registration essential at: ~https://thesongremains.org/register~
The Song Remains is an online anthology of over 160 Yiddish poems by 36 authors with English translations. The poems were written in Nazi-occupied Poland during the Second World War, compiled by Binem Heller, and published in Warsaw in 1951. The collection holds the treasure of creative poetry written by people who were imprisoned, starved, and ultimately murdered. The poems cover a wide range of themes, from the light-hearted love of nature, to the trials of coming of age in the Ghetto, and ultimately trying to come to terms with hatred, destruction, and death. The English translations are by Dr Sarah Traister Moskovitz, a 96 year old native Yiddish speaker and professor emerita from California State University, Northridge.We will be publishing one poem per week on the site, starting at the launch on 20 May.The launch will include poetry readings, and a number of speakers including:

• Dr Sarah Traister Moskovitz, translator of the poems
• Miri Koral, UCLA / California Institute for Yiddish Culture and Language
• Michael Berenbaum, American Jewish University
• Giacomo Lichtner, Victoria University of Wellington
• Rabbi Amy Bernstein, Kehillat Israel
• Gillian Wess, Holocaust Centre of New Zealand
• Declan Dunn, remember.org

In order to attend the event, you will need to register (free) at: ~https://thesongremains.org/register~
Please share this invitation with anyone you think might be interested. You can find our media release at: ~https://thesongremains.org/admin/media-release-murdered-poets-speak-again/~
We look forward to seeing you there.

You are cordially invited to the online launch of The Song Remains / דאָס ליד איז געבליבן
On Monday, 20 May 2024 at 12 noon PDT In a Zoom webinar. Registration essential at: ~https://thesongremains.org/register~
The Song Remains is an online anthology of over 160 Yiddish poems by 36 authors with English translations. The poems were written in Nazi-occupied Poland during the Second World War, compiled by Binem Heller, and published in Warsaw in 1951. The collection holds the treasure of creative poetry written by people who were imprisoned, starved, and ultimately murdered. The poems cover a wide range of themes, from the light-hearted love of nature, to the trials of coming of age in the Ghetto, and ultimately trying to come to terms with hatred, destruction, and death. The English translations are by Dr Sarah Traister Moskovitz, a 96 year old native Yiddish speaker and professor emerita from California State University, Northridge.We will be publishing one poem per week on the site, starting at the launch on 20 May.The launch will include poetry readings, and a number of speakers including:

• Dr Sarah Traister Moskovitz, translator of the poems
• Miri Koral, UCLA / California Institute for Yiddish Culture and Language
• Michael Berenbaum, American Jewish University
• Giacomo Lichtner, Victoria University of Wellington
• Rabbi Amy Bernstein, Kehillat Israel
• Gillian Wess, Holocaust Centre of New Zealand
• Declan Dunn, remember.org

In order to attend the event, you will need to register (free) at: ~https://thesongremains.org/register~
Please share this invitation with anyone you think might be interested. You can find our media release at: ~https://thesongremains.org/admin/media-release-murdered-poets-speak-again/~
We look forward to seeing you there.

Having read a comprehensive book detailing the Hart Family/ Stampede Wrestling, as well as books by Bret Hart, Bruce Hart and Dynamite Kid, I can say it was great to hear from someone who was spoken about in all those books. It is fascinating to see all the intersecting points of view when it comes to anything Hart Family related.
Bret Hart book
Bruce Hart book
History of Stampede Wrestling book
History of the Hart Family as documented in various books
Dynamite Kid book
This book was short and a quick read, but you could tell it was written with honesty and truth. She doesn't shy away from her own mistakes and issues while detailing the own POV on a relationship where most people have only heard from Bret.
As always, it's done in chronological order. I hope you find it as interesting as I did...
Julie had a truly wild and horrific youth experience between being sent to juvenile detention centers and dealing with genuinely abusive step parents. She is honest and critical of her own behaviors as well and doesn't like the choices she made. I grew up in the area where she spent her teenage years, and I can confirm that the seedy ghetto areas of Saskatchewan are genuinely gross and terrifying places to be when you're young and directionless.
She talks about how she was r*ped while hitchhiking as a teenager and got pregnant. She gave the baby up for adoption and tried to press charges but got cold feet and ran to another neighboring city. She was afraid the man who assaulted her would escape the charges and come after her again. She was young and naively thought that if she had just switched towns, she could escape everything. When a cop found her, he accused her of running because she was lying about the assault. This type of bullshit is why women don't come forward.
Julie was working in Regina, Saskatchewan, at the arena where wrestling was held when it came in town. That's where she first saw Bret Hart, and Bret saw her too. He ended up asking her boss Gil to introduce the two. Bret spoke about this in his book, too, how Julie caught his eye while he was in the ring. Gil later warned Julie that dating a wrestler is risky because they have a lot of "stops on the road." Julie didn't understand that Gil wasn't criticizing or accusing Bret of anything, but how he knew how wrestlers were on the road, in terms of meeting women.
Julie speaks favorably on how Bret treated her younger sister Michelle (the future wife of Dynamite Kid) but I remember in Bret's book, him describing in detail how attracted he was to the underage Michelle when he met her. Julie says Bret treated her like a sister, and her book came out after Bret's, so I'll take her word for it.
Julie moved in with Bret in Calgary just a few months into their relationship and she remembers being a wreck of nerves and anxiety ay the start, unable to cook or even attend the big Hart Family Sunday dinner. Eventually, Bret got her out to the Hart house where she met Stu and Helen Hart. Helen was a sweetheart, but she remembers Stu eying her up and down, with Julie saying, "He gave me the once over." Adding, "Stu judged women on their teeth and legs." She said Stu stared at her teeth and legs as if she were a race horse he was inspecting.
Julie remembers how Stu would turn any conversation into something about wrestling. She mentioned being a Saskatchewan Roughrider fan (Canadian football team), and Stu went on a rant about Gene Kiniski, who briefly played for the Edmonton Eskimos This made me chuckle as Stu and Gene had a but of a rough relationship since Stu gave up on Gene when he was a rookie and hurt his knee. Gene went to Toronto where "Whipper" Billy Watson essentially turned Gene into the big name star he was known for.
In Bret's book, he described the first night Julie came to the Sunday Hart dinner and when Julie passed on the salad, Bret's sister Diana Hart snapped on her saying, "What, you're too good for fuckin' salad!?" Bret says his mom responded by saying to Julie, "So you met Bret's sister Diana." In Julie's book, she describes this event as well but doesn't mention the funny line from Helen. She says Bret just took Julie and decided to leave immediately. Bret's other sister, Georgia, followed them outside and apologized on behalf of Diana and excused Diana by pointing out how pregnant Diana was at the time.
Julie actually puts over Diana quite a bit and says she actually came to admire Diana for how outspoken she was. She says Diana had a great style and was a gifted artist. After reading so many Hart related books, it's refreshing to hear something positive about Diana. Diana is the "Black sheep" who married "The British Bulldog" Davey Boy Smith. Diana would write a scandalous and legal minefield of a book in 2001 called "Under the mat." It was quickly pulled from shelves after Owen Hart's widow Martha threatened legal action over what was said about her and Owen. Bret and Bruce Hart also denounce the book, calling it mostly lies, but not everything can be written off as fiction, including stories, some wild stores about Dean Hart. I desperately need this book.
Julie said she never got over the sight of Bret Hart eating an avacado as if it were an apple.
While Bret was in Japan wrestling with his brother Keith, Julie said she spent a lot of time with Keith's girlfriend. It was Keith's girlfriend who smartened Julie up to how wrestling works. Up to this point, she believed it to be legit, and even Bret had been selling it like this to her. She was furious, and when Bret called, she told him they were done and hung up on him. The next day, Bret's older brother Bruce stopped by to help her understand kayfabe and how silly it all was. Julie says she ended up feeling bad for reacting like that and yelling at Bret, but she says he forgave her immediately. Bret tells this same story in his book, adding details of how Julie would worry and stress about Bret Hart being brutalized every night.
Here's something I dont remember from Bret's book. He knocked up Julie very early into their relationship, and Julie got an abortion. She said they both weren't ready for being parents, but Julie says she was deeply saddened by their choice. She never expressed these misgivings with Bret, and assumes Bret was relieved, she didn't make it any more difficult on them. To Bret's credit, maybe he didn't mention it in his book for Julie's benefit. Or he did mention it very briefly, and I missed it.
Julie remembers accompanying Bret on a trip overseas where they went to a freaky sex show place where they had "baby tigers and lions and torture rooms."" She says at one point Bret got tied up on a table and was playfully whipped.
On this trip, Julie remembers a woman hitting on Bret right in front of her and had to yell at her to back off while Bret laughed. Julie was pissed and made them go back to the hotel. Once there, Julie was mouthing off to Bret before he grabbed her and "bodyslammed" her into the flower bed. He offered to help her up afterwards but she told him to fuck off.
A week later Bret came home smelling of perfume and Julie says she just snapped. She said she grabbed him and dug her finger nails into his face and eyes. She says Bret later would tell her that he never saw her the same after this incident. I don't remember Bret describing Julie ever getting physical like that in his book, but he did describe a lot of shouting matches.
Julie says she and Bret got married after her younger sister and Dynamite Kid. She says they got married in secret because Bret didn't like his siblings much and said they didn't deserve to be part of it.
When Julie was pregnant again this time they felt ready to start a family. Though Bret made Julie not tell anyone for the first 5 months of her pregnancy and when he "told" his parents, it was through a letter he left on their bed before he left for a wrestling tour. Julie remembers feeling hurt by this because Bret would say his parents always wanted their children to start families with someone who had money, a significant name and an education. Julie had none of those things and while she doesn't say it, you get the feeling that she thinks Bret was ashamed or embarrassed by her.
When she got pregnant again, she says Bret was mad at her for not being more careful with birth control. She says she became very irritable and bitchy throughout the pregnancy and always found something to be mad at Bret for. She is super critical of her behavior here and doesn't excuse it.
The night she gave birth, Bret left to go out for drinks, despite Julie asking him not to in case her water broke. When she woke up at 5am to her water breaking, she was furious that Bret didn't come home yet and had to call a friend to get her to the hospital. Bret was a no-show for her entire delivery and missed his second child being born. Julie says she was furious and seriously considered divorcing him then.
When Bret started touring with WWF, he was gone for much longer periods of time and this strained their marriage. Working for WWF really put a strain on Bret and filled him with confidence issues as well. She said between his self doubt and her loneliness, their marriage was barely holding on.
She remembers how Bret would call from the road and bemoan about how lonely he was. I'm reminded of his book, how he would complain about feeling lonely, then complain that the guilt of cheating on Julie was too much.
Julie says she got a literal itch and went to a doctor who told her that she caught "something" from a public washroom. A suspicious Julie went home and threw all her bedding in the garbage and then thought to check on her suspicion. She looked through their phone bills to find that Bret was placing a ton of calls to a girl from New Jersey and that he even kept the receipt for a Christmas present he bought this girl!
Julie describes how Bret called and she just screamed "I want a divorce!" Before she hung up and ripped the phone cord out of the wall. Eventually she agreed to go meet him and they started yelling at each other in a parking lot after a show. She says at one point Bret through a can of budweiser at her head, hitting her! She says wrestler Les Thorton got between the two and tried to calm them down. She remembers screaming how she won't get in the car with Bret and Bret yelled back, "Don't be stupid, get in the car! Your embarrassing yourself!" She says Bret later said the girl meant nothing to him and Julie should be greatful that Bret isn't addicted to drugs. Wild. At one point when they were back in the hotel room, a girl called the room asking for Bret and Julie snapped, breaking a lamp.
In Bret's book, he described how he decieved both Julie and this girl from New Jersey, neglecting to tell this side girl that he was married until she was head over heels in love with him. Bret talks about how tough this was for him and says that Stu and Helen Hart talked Julie out of leaving him.
Julie says their relationship was never the same after the affair. She couldn't trust him again.
Julie says when her grandmother died a few months after the affair, Bret was calling her everyday to check in but she said "I couldn't have cared less about those calls."
Julie says it was around this time that she and Bret started to regularly do cocaine. She said the coke helped her not think about the affair and how she would ask Bret to score some if she couldn't get it out of her head. She said she would do coke and sleep in the car just to avoid Bret. She suggests this all slowed down when Vince started cracking down on coke use with drug tests.
She speaks highly of Vince McMahon, this book was written in 2013, and she is greatful for what Vince was able to provide for her family and the opportunity he gave Bret. She says when she first met Vince, he was wearing a suit and sneakers. When she asked Bret why he wore sneakers, Bret said "so he can get around." During the show she noticed Vince was all over the place during matches, never sitting still and always running around from one person to another.
Julie remembers meeting Ozzy Osbourne at Wrestlemania 2 and "marking out" because he was her idol as a teenager. After the show, she says Ozzy was present as everyone had drinks at the hotel and Dynamite Kid spiked her drink. She said she could barely stand and Dynamite just laughed at her the whole time.
Julie notes how devoted Bret was to making sure his kids had the best toys, and how Bret would drive to every toy store before Christmas and find what the kids wanted. She appreciates this but also wishes Bret didn't miss so many plays and dances and activities due to his schedule. She was starting to really resent wrestling and wanted Bret to quit. She hated having this big house that felt empty most of the time without Bret home. In Bret's book, he wanted her to get a job to fix her loneliness.
She says her 3rd pregnancy was easier than her second and Bret was very sweet to her and praised how good she looked.
Julie brings up how devastated Bret was when his brother Dean died in 1990. She remembers watching him wrestle the next night at Survivor Series ppv and seeing the pain on his face. Bret talks about how tough this was in his book and how much shame he felt. Dean needed a kidney transplant and none of the Hart brothers stepped up. Bret didn't want to derail his career. Though you can't blame anyone more than Dean himself, who was stubborn and often went against doctors orders, so even with a mew kidney, Dean may have still died.
Julie talks about continuing her partying and drug lifestyle into the early 90s when she would party with a local band and inviting them to live at her house. She said Bret was very understanding and never pushed her for details on those nights out. Some nights Bret would watch the kids all night while Julie was getting fucked up and partying.
On of those musicians, Marc, was very close with Julie and while Julie never says she hooked up, she does say her younger sister Michelle did hook up with Marc, a bunch of times in secret. She doesn't specify if this was before or after Michelle left Dynamite Kid, but she says Marc did move in with Michelle and help her with the kids. This would have been after Dynamite went back to UK, since I'm sure Dynamite would have kicked the door down and attempted to murder Marc if this were in the final months of of Michelle and Dynamite's marriage.
Julie's brother committed suicide and Julie didn't have the support system around to prevent her from spiraling into heavy drinking.
In 1996, Bret Hart was filming a movie (Sinbad) in South Africa and halfway through, asked Julie to come join him. Julie is very honest about how she was self sabatoging her life at this point but was still deeply in love with Bret. She was excited to read an early draft of some Shakespeare work that was at a museum, but Bret couldn't be bothered to go with her so she went by herself.
She says her and Bret shared a perfect moment watching the sun set, but Bret got mad at her when she decided to record it.
Julie describes sneaking cigarettes because Bret didn't know she picked the habbit up again.
The trip ended when Julie was asking Bret something but he just ignored her several times in a row. When she finally looked at what had his attention, she saw he was gawking at a topless sunbather on the beach. She stormed off to the hotel room after telling Bret to show her more respect than that. Julie says Bret followed her to the room, with him saying she always ruins these trips. When Julie started packing her bags, she says Bret pushed her hard onto the bed. She started spewing insults at him, before, she says, Bret grabbed her by the hair and threw her from the bed and onto the floor! Julie says she started crying and demanding that Bret get her home immediately or else she would find someone who would. Bret screamed at her "Get the fuck out! I've had it with you! We're fucking done! I will put you on a plane tonight, but don't expect to win me back!"
Having read Bret's book, he does mention the trip to South Africa where he filmed the Sinbad movie. But Bret makes no mention of inviting Julie on the trip and instead points out how it coincided with a WWF tour in South Africa at the same time. Bret does talk about how the Dutch found the area and how beautiful itnwas there, which was something Julie mentioned as well that Bret talked about. Bret does mention getting a lot of ladies phone numbers on the last few days of the trip and seeing a drunk Yokozuna swapping spit with some South African PR woman when they were both very drunk. Bret makes no mention of Julie being there or how he got physical with her.
The Hart's always try to shy away from controversial truths, just ask any one of them where Bruce Hart met his wife. They will all say at a wrestling show, and neglect to mention how Bruce Hart was a 33 year old substitute teacher who knocked up his 17 year old student. Gross. (I'll never not bring this up when talking about the Hart's btw)
Julie talks about Mathew Hart, Georgia and BJ's son who died in 1996 from Necrotizing Fasciitis, a legitimate flesh eating virus. From everyone's account, the poor boy suffered for 2 weeks until he died. Julie says she and Bret took their kids on vacation when the poor kid died. A lot of people act as though the Hart Family curse started at the Screwjob in 1997, but really it started with Dean in 1990 and Mathew in 1996.
Julie remembers how gleeful Bret was when he called her up and bragged about giving a drunken Vince McMahon his tag team finishing move. Julie warned Bret that Vince wasn't the type to forget that and she suspects that it played a part in the screwjob. This sounds silly imo but what do I know, I found it an interesting and unique take if nothing else.
Julie remembers the morning of the 1997 Survivor Series ppv, someone warned Bret that Vince and Shawn were seen the night before talking and getting into an elevator together.
Julie says she and her lawyer were sitting somewhere in the arena as the Montreal Screwjob happened. Julie says she got up, looking at the monitor and said, "Holy shit, that's not supposed to happen!" And her lawyer, also shocked, said, "No, it is not."
Julie says she and the layer had to sprint to catch up to Bret and Vince and she describes her scolding of Triple H and Shawn Michaels, saying the words just poured out of her. It's maybe the most memorable scene of that documentary, watching Triple H and HBK shrink into children as Julie dresses them down.
Julie says the 1997 holidays were anything but cheerful and says she was boozing a lot and doing coke "from time to time."
Julie wanted to get a nanny or house keeper but Bret refused and put his foot down on the subject.
Julie says Bret asked for a divorce in early 1998 and she handled it poorly. She is critical of her immediate response to run away from home and stay at a hotel. When she returned home for clothes, her confused daughter asked her what was going on and a rageful Julie said "Your dad wants a divorce and I can't stay in the same house as him anymore! Julie says she was so blinded by her anger she didn't see the damage she was doing then.
Julie says that the Wrestling with Shadow's documentary crew needed Julie and Bret to reshoot something that didn't come out right when they originally shot it. So Julie and Bret had to pretend to be a in a marriage again talking things out about Bret's career. Julie says her and Bret slept together after they shot the scene and she was hurt when Bret said afterward, "One for the road, I guess."
The next time she heard from Bret, he told her to get a lawyer because he had one already.
Julie says she and Bret spent many nights yelling at eachother over the phone, with Bret calling her a whore and saying he didn't take all those bumps so Julie to take all his money. This is a statement Bret would repeat a lot to Julie over the years of them fighting. He would call her a money grabbing whore and how he didn't take a bunch of bumps so Julie could end up with the money.
Just as Julie was ready to sign custody papers, Bret's personal assistant contacted Julie and told her that Bret had been seeing some girl in the States for months. The assistant said she felt guilty arranging their meetups behind Julie's back. Julie said she later told Bret that she isn't signing shit and she needed to contact her lawyers with the new developments. She said Bret first tried denying it, calling his assistant jealous and a liar. Then Bret blamed Julie because Bret said he "couldn't get past her traumatic past." What the fuck Bret, I'm pretty sure he is referring to Julie being sexually assaulted as a teenager. (He makes this clear later in the book) Then he bragged about his new girl looking better than Julie and being younger than Julie, with Bret also saying the kids will love the new girl. Bret even later said Julie was getting heavier and letting herself go.
Pretty wild story here. Julie says that Bret started neglecting the kids, even when he was in town, and often skipped out on seeing them altogether. For Canada Day 1998 Bret promised to take them out and to the fireworks. Julie says they waited all day, expecting a fun evening with their dad. But Bret didn't show up with their friend Dean, until after 9pm, (stoned and drunk according to Julie) after Julie tried to call Bret repeatedly and got no answer.
Julie isn't proud of this, but says before Bret arrived that night, Julie had sat the kids down and told them Bret was off smoking pot with a new girlfriend. Julie knew immediately she shouldn't have said it, she saw her kids starting to cry and knew she tarnished how they look at their dad.
Bret was pissed off that Julie decided to take the kids to the fireworks, and when Julie had herself and the kids in the car, an enraged Bret started punching the drivers side window until Julie agreed to get out and talk.
Bret grabbed and dragged her off around the corner of the house where Julie defiantly told him that the kids know he smokes pot and is seeing someone else.
Julie says Bret snapped, slammed her hard up against the wall and yelled, "You bitch! I hate you! I hate you!" Then Julie claims that Bret grabbed her by the throat and slammed her on the ground where he continued to choke her until their son Blade came around the corner and screamed at Bret to get off his mom!
As Julie was catching her breath, their friend Dean, who was still there and in shock, tried to help Julie up. Bret took off with their son Blade and a panicked Julie called the police. She foolishly said to the 911 opperater that her husband pro wrestler, Bret Hart, had taken her child againt her will. The police arrived and seemingly didn't know who Bret was, tried to get Julie to press charges. The police were able to call Bret and convince him to bring the kid to the police station, so the cops could bring him home. Bret makes no mention of this in his book.
Julie says Bret stopped by the next day and apologized and tried to ask her to sit down for coffee. Julie explained how they scarred their children for life the night prior and she wasn't interested in speaking to him in friendly terms yet.
Julie defends Bret a bit by saying she could see in person that she wasn't the cause of his anger and that he was just deeply angry and disappointed with things. This would be 1998 and even Bret describes how bitter and despondent he was at this time. Julie says he stopped being around the kids and it hurt them, especially their boys Blade and Dallas who started getting a chip on their shoulders and seeking conflict. One time Julie asked Dallas about Bret and Dallas said, "He never calls and is never around."
Julie says things were getting stable but she and Bret started secretly sleeping together again and complicated things. She says Bret would pick her up and drove to a seedy part of town before casually dropping her off at home after. She says she was initially amused by this but eventually began to wonder how many other women Bret does this with. It made her feel uncomfortable to say the least.
One time as she was being dropped off, Julie asked Bret if he was happy. Bret said no and that he couldn't get happy. Then Bret asked if Julie was seeing anyone, but didn't let her answer, he just said "of course you are." Julie realizes now that Bret was suffering some deep depression and at the time she mistook codependency for love.
Eventually Bret's other girlfriend caught wind of his and Julie's rendezvous and made Bret break things off. Julie could hear the woman on the other end of the line when Bret called to inform Julie that they need to set boundaries in their relationship now.
Julie says Bret once called her to say he tested for hepatitis and that Julie should get checked out as well.
Julie later found out that the girl Bret was seeing was nearly the same age as their daughter.
Julie says her and Bret continued to sleep together behind his girlfriends back though, with Bret always asking for "coffee" before making a move, which Julie always reciprocated.
Bret would break up with his girlfriend near the end of 1998 and ask Julie if he can spend the holidays with her and the kids. Julie relents, and soon they seem to be trying to salvage their relationship with Bret more present then he ever has been.
Soon after the new year, Bret and Julie take a trip together to Hawaii. Julie finally builds up the courage to ask Bret what he thinks of them getting back together, and Bret says he doesn't want to get "trapped" again. Julie snapped and said, "That's it I'm done, I can't keep playing these games with you!"
During this conversation, as Julie was walking away, Bret randomly said, "My therapist said that sometimes girls, like the ones your age when all that stuff happens to you, they like it." Julie burst into tears and ran out of the room. What the fuck Bret, to imply that that when his wife was a 16 year old girl, she liked getting r*ped!
Helen Hart died a few weeks after 9/11 in 2001. She was from New York, and Julie remembers how devastated Helen was following the September attacks. Helen went back to New York a few weeks later to visit her sister, but due to the border concerns, she was held up for hours after her plane landed back in Calgary. She wasn't able to reach her insulin and eventually went into a coma.
Helen was on an off ventilation a few times while at the hospital, and one day Alison (Bret's sister) called and told him to come visit asap, because Helen was back on a ventilator and it wasn't looking good. Bret thought Alison being an alarmist and decided to visit the next day. Julie says she wishes they had visited that night, because Helen passed away a few hours later.
One afternoon, Julie came home to find her son Dallas on the phone, when she asked him who he was speaking to, Dallas said, "It's dad, but he sounds drunk." Bret told Julie that he fell off his bike and couldn't get up. He wasn't speaking clearly and couldn't properly explain where he was. Julie and her daughter Beans, drove around looking for Bret based off his perception and directions.
Julie and Beans found him laying casually in the grass, as if he was resting. She said one of Bret's eyes was wide open and the other was closed, and half his mouth was dropping. She struggled to move him as he slurred his words and insisted he was fine. Eventually an ambulance was called and Bret was loaded in.
Julie says the stroke changed him, made him mooder and more depressed. She isn't casting judgment, just pointing out changes she noticed as she spent every day at the hospital with him, helping to feed and cloth Bret, even helping him to the bathroom.
Julie remembers one night that Bret confided in her that he feared he got a stroke as punishment for all the bad things he done. He told her that the morning he got a stroke, he was planning on signing the divorce papers.
Several months later, with Bret moving aorund more, he spent Easter with Julie and the kids, but Julie found an email from some woman in Italy, directed to Bret and it suggested some heavy sexual stuff. Julie felt stupid and used again. When she confronted him on it, he denied anything and she reluctantly believed him.
A week later as Bret prepared for a trip, she found a plane ticket to Italy, when she asked Bret where he was going, he said England. Julie drove him to the airport and told him to get the fuck out.
Bret went to Italy to be with a fan he met at a contract signing, who was obsessed with him since she was a little girl. Julie says she is exactly what Bret needed to feel like the Hitman again. After reading Bret's book, this assessment is completely accurate.
The Italian woman's name was Cynthia and she was also just a year older than Bret's daughter Jade. Julie said Jade had the hardest time accepting Cynthia, whom Bret was determined to integrate into the family.
When Bret's dad Stu died, Julie remembers how she, Bret and Stu's granddaughter Jenni all stood by the bed and watched as he passed. She remembers how she kissed his cheek and told him he could go see Helen now, he didn't need to be here and longer. I remember the speech Stu gave at Helen's funeral, with one line in particular staying with me, "I'm glad for the time I had with her," he said full of love, but his pain was on display too, "Ill never get over this" he finished solemnly, "I don't have enough time."
Julie remembers one day that their son Blade called her from Bret's house, begging for her to pick him up. Blade and Bret started arguing about Cynthia, with Bret saying to his own son, "Don't make me pick between you and Cynthia, because I'll pick Cynthia! And if you don't like it you can get the fuck out!"
Julie started calling Bret "Hitman" when he acted like this to his children, with Julie telling them that their father still loves him and not to worry about what The Hitman says, because it's coming from a broken mind.
One day after Julie bought a house, Bret randomly showed up with a turkey and tried to hit on her. Julie found it amusing and asked him if Cynthia knew he was there. Bret tried to make a move on her but Julie made it clear that won't happen so Bret left. As he left, he told Julie, "I still have cravings for you and I'm not sure I'll ever get over them." To which Julie just cooly responded with, "You will."
After Bret left that day, Julie called his assistant who confirmed that Cynthia was literally on a plane back to Italy right then. Julie laughed at how pathetic it was for Bret to say goodbye to Cynthia and then an hour or two later, show up at Julie's with a turkey and looking for sex.
Bret secretly married Cynthia and months later told the kids after the fact. Their son Blade was so furious he could barely speak to Julie when he got home and eventually blurted out, "Dad married that girl!" Their other son Dallas was also furious and explained how Bret callously told the kids "tell your mom, make sure you tell your mom." He was clearly trying to hurt Julie and used the kids to do so.
When Bret was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2006, Julie insisted on going and told Bret if he doesn't find a way for her to be there, then she would call Vince McMahon herself and arrange it. Bret promised her she would be there but asked her to be discreet about it.
Julie got asked to do an online interview leading up to the Hall of Fame, and she let slip that she would be at the show to support Bret. Later, an irate Bret called her, yelling about how she was supposed to be discreet. Julie clued in on the fact that Bret didn't tell his new wife yet about Julie coming and now he was in hot water. In the end, Bret refused to allow Julie to come to the Hall of Fame to support him.
In Bret's Hall of Fame speech, he just talked about his new wife and how Cynthia was there for him after his stroke and just put her over big. He didn't mention Julie and only mentioned 2 of his 4 children. She says her children were extremely hurt by this and calls it the ultimate betrayal.
Julie started running low on money in 2008 and even attempted to be on a reality show. It was all a BS scam though and she had to invest money into it and eventually it all fell through. She speaks of this with a bit of shame while framing it as something she learned from.
Julie was facing bankruptcy and foreclosure on the house, so as a last resort, she called Bret. She asked him for 9 grand to cover 3 mortgage payments so she can sell the house. Bret chastised her for having money problems before ultimately saying no. He suggested that she rent the house out or have the kids pay rent. As they left, Julie warned him that if she loses the house, Bret may need to take the kids at him place. She doesn't say what he said to this, but she does say, "His response was too cruel to put into writing." Good lord, considering all she told so far, I wonder what Bret said that was so bad, Julie didn't want to even write it down?
Julie does point out that Bret didn't owe her a damn thing and she was in this situation by her own doing. Julie felt like she was letting her kids down most of all.
Julie would move in with her daughter Beans where they split the rent together. She got a job making $14/hour working as a janitor at a local middle school and Julie notes that she was living well below the poverty line.
Julie remembers how absurd it was for her to show up to her janitor job driving a Lexus.
Julie ended up selling her Lexus to her daughter Beans, and Julie bought herself a 1999 Sunfire. It was the first car she ever bought with her own money.
Julie's father died in 2012 and Julie says she wrote a letter to him, promising to make him proud, and stuffed it inside his coffin.
Julie says she spends most of her days being a grandma to Jade's daughter and how grateful she is to be close to her kids still.
Bret can't say the same, Julie notes how he travels alone or with his wife and never offers invites to his kids. She says it breaks her heart to see how far Bret drifted away from their children, even if all her kids insist that they don't care. This was in 2013, so potentially Bret and his kinds could have a better relationship by now.
Julie spends the last several pages of the book detailing her kids and all the ways she loves them. You can tell she is a mother first and foremost, you can tell she loves them unconditionally. Jade, Dallas, Beans and Blade, weird names for kids but I also have a weird name so I can't judge.

This is a long story, so please bear with me. I have two siblings from my mom (M, 37, and F, 31). I have others, but they are distant after my father’s death. We all have different fathers who were all pretty much deadbeats in their own right. I am the youngest of my mothers at 27. My sister and I were abused by our older brother physically while our mom left at home to chase guys. Also, my mother was verbally abusive. My sister got it worse, but she still would call me fat, sloppy, disgusting, and dumb. She has wished the r word on me. So am I the GC?
My entire life, I was the “good kid”. Not because my mom showered me but because I did more with what she gave me. I was the nerdy kid, while my brother was very popular, and my sister was bullied and then became popular because of her looks. I was overweight with low self-esteem. I have now lost 130 lbs, which my family then accused me of starving myself, so I can’t win.
All of us was not supported in school. I ran away several times due to feeling neglected at home and never having any help with school. My siblings failed school and obtained their GEDs later in life. I was homeless during my junior year, so I was forced to miss the second half of school. Therefore., I had to do summer school, online school, and regular school to graduate. I was under the guardianship of my mom's brother at the time, who was more stable. My sister stayed with our mom, and our brother was with his girlfriend. I didn’t live with my brother cause I was in HS in the state next to where my brother was. I didn’t want to change schools as the one I was at was better and the one my brother lived near was ghetto and would lead me to trouble. After a bunch of trials and tribulations, I graduated high school. It took several stints of homelessness with my mom; I can remember doing my homework in cars or these dirty motels. I was determined to have a better life. My sister moved with my brother since she dropped out of school but he continued his verbal abuse when she was there even with them being adults.
I always had good grades, and my mom would brag about me (sometimes exaggerating/lying my achievements making me feel like what I actually did wasn’t good enough). However, she never helped me achieve these accomplishments. My sister, who is older than me, seems to be infantilized. My mom counts on her when I don’t want anything to do with her but talks very poorly about her. My brother was always a knucklehead. He’s a deadbeat father, a woman beater, and an alcoholic, but he gets passes because he’s her only son.
After graduation, I got my place, and my sister and brother lived with me. I was a supervisor at a hotel and got my sister a job there. I was 18. I took a gap year to earn money for college.
I eventually set my sights on a great school. It was 10 hours from my home town. This is where stuff takes a turn. I was 18, making all the decisions for myself. I had no money, and coming from a poor background, my financial literacy was awful. I wanted to get away as far as possible. The school that was my top choice and the farthest away was the most expensive but very prestigious and complicated to get into. It has been my dream school since I was a kid. I could never imagine attending as I thought only rich people could attend. I wound up getting an acceptance, which shocked my entire family. This is when my mom's bragging reached an all-time high. I became the family star who will be this big-time lawyer.
However, to get to the school, I made the worst decision of my life. My mom had to take out a Parent Plus loan to help. I had full scholarships to other great schools, but they were too close to my family, and this school was my dream. Mind you, I wasn’t wise about debt and thought my mom was doing a good thing for me. But it turned out, this was an investment that would make her feel I owe her for the rest of my life. Throughout school, any refund check I would get a lot would go to her or other struggling family. Not once did I receive money from anyone while in college. Before school, I had a GoFundMe set up to help me get school supplies, which my mom then took for herself.
I spent all the money I made while working after school to get everything I needed, including dorm/school supplies and clothes. My mom drove me 10 hours to help me move in. Another thing she holds against me. I was getting hit by so many family members to send them money. This was before I even graduated college. At this point, my mom and sister are living with my mom's coworker because they were all evicted from the place I left since they couldn’t pay. My sister has been infantilized, so she was just codependent on my mom despite being in her mid-20s. My mom didn’t teach us how to drive, my current fiancé had to teach me. My sister still doesn’t have a license but I am teaching her now.
By the time I graduated, I became the person who carried my entire family on my back. Uncle, mom, brother, and sister all needed money. I met a person in college who is my fiancée currently. And we lived together for three years alone until I got pregnant. During my pregnancy, my mom cons me out of $2000 with some lie that she will go to jail if she doesn’t pay something. These big expenses always come out of nowhere and she always makes you feel like you have no choice or she will either be homeless, hungry, jailed, or worse. Despite my giving my mom money, she lied to everyone and said I told her to prostitute for it, which made no sense. I had to call my family to defend my name and prove that I’d been helping her. Money after money gets sent with no progress in her life. This manipulation, while I was pregnant, put a huge strain on our relationship as she didn’t care about stressing her pregnant daughter out. It caused me to have a miscarriage scare due to stress. I went NC for a few months, then contacted her first near Mother’s Day.
Fast forward to the end of my pregnancy, my sister and mom moved in to help me with my son after a break between my son's father and me. My older sister currently still lives with me two years later. My mom lasted a year before she had to go to my brothers because she couldn’t stop lying and getting combative when I tried helping her.
I always defend my sister whenever my mom is mean to her. I was never the kind of GC that tore down my sister. I always tried my best to help her. However, she is almost like an 18-year-old in a 31-year-old body after years of being infantilized and abused. She lives in a shell.
My mom has hit complete rock bottom. She has burnt every bridge and no one wants her at their home. She has nowhere to go and has been going back and forth between my older brother(whose home situation is volatile) and my home. My sister and my mom both lived rent and food-free while they helped with my son. However, I am still super present and intentional with my son, so I became overwhelmed with caring for many people.
Today, a year later, after several mental breakdowns, financial strains, and arguments with my partner over my mom's lying and manipulative ways, I reached my breaking point. I discovered that despite helping my mom, the thousands of dollars I sent her, and assisting a child she failed to raise get her life on track, my mom is telling everyone I owe her $200K in loans, which is exaggerated and a lie. I am responsible for only a third of that amount, which, still, I wouldn't say I like because this is the only thing she has over me. She has some from going to different schools and not finishing, which happened 3 times. Either way, no one would know we had any loan together if it wasn’t for her.
I yelled and cursed at my mom. She lied straight to my face and said that the only way they know is because my uncle looked at her paper work like wtf. He wasn’t even the one who told me. The only reason I allow my mom to visit is because of my son. She came in and was only supposed to be here a week, and it has turned into a month. She drove with someone and wasn't honest about the state of her car and that her travel companion had already returned to our hometown. My mom lies and says the girl left her out of nowhere, which my brother confirms is a lie; my mom knew the girl was not riding back with her. and he told her not to drive her car before she left his house to go to mine due to the condition. She had no way to get back to my brothers, so my fiancé and I had to pay for her a way to get home and to get her car shipped to her. She leaves tonight at 11 PM on a train.
Oh, did I forget to say she has dementia? She keeps lying about her official diagnosis. She said she no longer has it LOL. She has it. The past year, everyone noticed. But it’s hard to help someone who lies about everything. Or feel sympathy for a manipulator who throws the good things she has done in your face and forget the good things you did for her. She was like before the dementia. She has lied about having cancer and HIV. This time, it is real. My uncle and aunt, who works with patients, noticed it before me.
He told me that it was going to get worse. He also said that it has always been my mom plan for me to take care of her when she gets older. I was her retirement plan. Now she has no money, no job, piles of debt, no car, no stable home and dementia. Everyone is looking at me to take care of her. All the pressure is on me now. And everyone thinks I owe it to her because she has told everyone about the loan and how she helped me move into my dorm. However, she has never provided me with stable housing, unconditional love, taken me to appts, or helped with school.
Is this what being a GC look like? What should I even do with my mom? Should I try to pay the loan in her name and go NC? There’s no way I can pay that loan and still send her money for daily living. She is sucking me dry. My fiancé and I make good money but not rich. She is here, but we aren’t talking. My fiance feels uncomfortable by her presence. He grew up way more peaceful and stable than I did. His parents are wealthy, have been together for 30 + years, and are loving and supportive. He tried being loving and friendly to her, only to be bashed and lied to. Her issues throw him off completely. Everything she says is lies or negative. I have told her to go to a community center or church or somewhere that can help her find resources. I’m exhausted from trying to provide them all while being lied to constantly.
This is super long and all over the place. I don’t know what to do. I am the only person who has a good income in my family. I am tired, and so is my fiancé. I still feel that pit in my stomach that she is my responsibility, and I owe her, as she always echoed. I don’t know whether to give her a Mother's Day gift. This may be a vent. I am new to this sub and read all the other stories that encouraged me to share—wishing peace and healing to everyone.
TL;DR Potential Narcissistic mother is at rock bottom with dementia. I am potentially the GC who she has plotted on to be her caretaker from the beginning. I just turned 27 and am responsible for my immediate family, although I am the youngest. I am already exhausted as I am just starting my family and have a one-year-old son to focus on. My mom lies and years of neglecting her own life are now coming down on me, but I am mentally spiraling from all this responsibility and taking care of older siblings who are also trying to get life together. Oldest brother is toxic and unstable as well. Nmom has burnt all other bridges with family so no one wants her to stay with them.

I live in a unique geographical position - an extremely liberal university in a Muslim ghetto. I live exclusively around Muslims and extremely liberal, youtube compilation tier university students.
Basically I can get into a fight with a crazy muslim crackhead and then get insulted for being a privileged white man by some hysterical student in the same day. Crazy stuff like that. Believe it or not, somehow the Muslims and crazy students seem to coexist in a weird alliance against normal people.
I am angry at them. I am angry at the Muslims for committing all sorts of crimes around here, for stealing, stabbing and threatening people.
I am angry at the students for accepting it, submitting to it and REFUSING to see it just because it's le evil racism to do so. I am even angry at the Christians for not existing anymore lol. I don't know a single Christian in real life. I am mad at women for voting like sh*t. I am mad at women for finding every excuse in the book for criminals. I am mad at them for being depraved and then being hypocrites about it.
I'm basically mad at everyone: women, men, muslims, atheists, christians. It's starting to cause issues because it's very socially frowned upon to hold such views. So I feel very lonely even though I have friends and a lovely girlfriend.
For some reason it seems like nobody sees what I see and everyone thinks the situation's alright. I would love to accept the world for what it is and just turn to Jesus and do my thing in my little corner. But I can't, I just get angry everytime I see or hear some new bullsh*t either online or in real life. How can I improve? It's difficult to just ignore it because this is right in front of my face everyday when I go out.

I live in the Amsterdam “jewish ghetto” thats outside the centre, but i go to the centre for my job and school. My school isn’t even near the protests yet they still spread like wildfire to my area. I work near the main square of Amsterdam where all protests are usually held, so i was kind of scared. I tucked in my Magen David and worked on. There were people in the supermarket i work in passing by wearing a Keffiyeh around their head as a mask with flagpoles. I know i shouldn’t be scared but I low-key was quaking in my boots at the moment. There were (and currently are at the time that i am writing this) protests at the subway station next to my workplace. The entire station under and above ground was jam packed with protestors. In the end i decided to wear my hoodie with the hood over my head and walk back home. Took me about 45 minutes but i made it. I felt so much sheer pressure from being in the city i almost collapsed at my apartment complex’s front door.
Im writing this as im in my bed, still trying to process what i saw and whether it was bad or not. Nevertheless, i did feel incredibly unsafe. I felt the need to pour this out somewhere and in lights of my previous post on this subreddit i decided to post this here :) this is an edited version of what i wrote up in my online journal. Any support is greatly appreciated, im in great need🩷

Note: These are stereotypes. Don't take them literally. They're based on my irl observations from ~5 US states, 3 European countries and 2 or 3 Caribbean islands as well as cyberspace/online. These also don't apply to listeners over the age of 50 who might be hostile to most rap post-Run-DMC.
Classic rock: Basic, can't go wrong with it. Anything from the Stones to Nirvana.
Contemporary pop and R&B: Basic, skews female and left-of-center. There is a very large and loyal contingent of Swifties, to the extent that several European countries have blamed her record-setting Eras tour for rashes of inflation.
Contemporary trap/rap: Basic, skews male but not exclusively (there are some very big female rappers out there)
Bro-country, crunk, Lex Luger-style trap, 1990s-2010s R&B, nu-metal, post-grunge, and reggaeton/urbano latino unless it's Bad Bunny or Despacito: Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto. Nu-metal is starting to see a reappraisal but post-grunge ("butt rock") is still associated with unsophisticated folks. I think there's still a pretty solid reggaeton fandom in Hispanic America and in continental Europe but it's been displaced by other Latin genres in the USA. So basically, the entire 25 years from Kurt Cobain's suicide to 2019 are basically one big trap house.
Classical: Upwardly mobile, often second-generation immigrants who feel like they have "something to prove" and/or want to be accepted within mainstream western society.
Serious/instrumental jazz, the avant-garde: The cooler bracket of people who would've been core classical music fans in the 1980s or 90s but who either are too eclectic in taste or who think that classical music is uncool/tainted by its close historic ties with theocrats, kings, and dictators.
Oldies, traditional pop/vocal jazz, blues, traditional country: Either really conservative or exactly the opposite (so many left-leaning urban areas have gotten Nina Simone/Aretha/Billie Holiday murals or posters that I've lost count, and Orville Peck and Cindy Lee have consciously appropriated midcentury styles of music)
Indie folk, acoustic, alt-country, modern rock, roots reggae: Hipsters.
Aggressive/post-2020 trap subgenres (e.g. phonk): Try-hards and edgelords.
Hard rock and metal: Mixture of classic metalheads (chill, but also extremely gatekeepy) and lower-middle-class conservatives ("red state rock", cough FFDP)
Vaporwave, nightcore, hyperpop, etc: The terminally online.
K-pop: Haven't seen this as much as in 2019-22, but it still has its loyal fanbase. Even if they somehow have managed to sell out even more by moving to English lyrics.
Regional Mexican: Basic, but Spanish-speaking.
Dance/EDM: Clubbers and background music at swimming pools. Obviously tons of it is still being made (as a % of releases on rateyourmusic.com, it's at or near an all-time high), but it's not as mainstream as it was in the early or middle 10s.
Caribbean music that isn't hipster-friendly roots reggae or Bad Bunny/Despacito: Uncool 2000s-2010s relic ("cheugy").
Most music that's not in English, Spanish, or maybe Korean: Primarily the province of hipsters, immigrants, and those in less cosmopolitan parts of Europe. I heard more English lyrics than all other European languages combined when I visited three Western European countries in late '21.

To start off, I have a mentally unstable sister. She’s physically and mentally abused me for years causing me to have depression from the age of 8. I met this friend online, and since we started talking, her behavior has reminded me of my sister, which I DO NOT like.
So my friend, 13f, started spamming me, 13f, on snap this morning. I answered asking her what’s up. She said “I swear I’m not the type of person to ask people for money but can I please borrow $100?”. I replied with “what do you need $100 for?”. She told me that it was her fathers birthday today, and that she had asked everyone she knew for money, but nobody would send her any. I have never met this girl, and we’ve only been talking for almost 2 months. I told her that she could just make a card or something. She said “but I promised to buy him something, please I swear I’ll pay you back!”. I then replied with. “But I don’t want to. It’s my money and I’m sure your dad will be happy with a card.”. She didn’t like that. She said “you’ll get it back tomorrow! For f*cks sake. You’re such a fake friend. I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”. And then she blocked me on snap.
She started calling me not even 2 minutes later, but I didn’t answer. She sent me a message saying “I’m sorry I was so mead and mad, I’ve just had a really bad day. But I think you were being unreasonable, I would’ve done it for you.”. To that I said “It’s not unreasonable to not send you money because you forgot to buy your father a birthday present.”. She said “a friend would’ve been there for me.”. I replied “It’s not my responsibility to make sure your dad has a birthday present. I don’t appreciate you trying to guilt trip me.”. She replied “I’m not, but a real friend would’ve been there for me, so you’re just proving to me that you’re not a real friend. And I don’t want to be friends with you anymore if you’re going to act like this.”. I said “I feel like you’re being a little over dramatic.” She said “right.”. I said “you asked me a question with two possible answers. Yes or no. I answered you, and you got mad. This just proves to me that you can’t take no for an answer.”. She replied with “it’s not about that, it’s about being there for each other. This was an emergency.”. To that I replied with “This was NOT an emergency. An emergency would be you needing money for your dads open heart surgery.”. And finally she just said “f*ck you.”. To top this all off, it was a Sunday today. And in my country, all stores are closed on Sunday’s, so I don’t really know where she would buy a gift. Also I’m sorry if this was difficult to read, or written poorly. I am 13 and English isn’t my first language.
Update!! Okay so it’s one day later. I’ve told the story to about 3 people, one being my father, and they were all on my side. Okay so this is what happened.
on tiktok Her: are we still friends? Me: no answer Her: okay so now you’re ghosting me. Her: so we’re done? Me: wtf do u think? Her: okay fck u then. Me: you blew up at me just because I didn’t send you $100. Her: yeah I fcking needed it, you’re such a fake friend. Me: where were you gonna buy a gift for your dad? It was a Sunday. Her: I was gonna buy a card at a gas station, but fck that, I don’t have the time to talk to you. You’re fake, bye. And btw you were a shtty friend. You made me feel bad about my self all the time (here I started laughing). And that’s not something I just say. Byeee. Me: you also did that. You often got mad at me for little to no reason at all. You’ve been really mean to me.(I was gonna tell her here that she made fun of my appearance OFTEN, and that she made me even more insecure than I already was). You been really selfinsh. (She always wanted to play Minecraft or Roblox of Fortnite, and that’s fine. But if I told her that I didn’t have time, or energy, she would get really mad at me. And also she would always pick what we talked about or played.) Her:hahahaha💀💀💀nahh. Me: wtf are you acting tough for? Her: embarrassing. Me: you’re playing the victim. Her: wannabe ghetto?😬 Her: bye bye n-word (she’s white). Me: wannabe junkie? You’re not cool for smoking weed two times. Her: first of all, who said anything about two times? Second of all, at least I’ve tried it and lived a little. (Bffr we’re 13💀) you just sit in your room all day everyday. Bye. Me: you can’t be talking, you don’t even go to school. Her: says you n-word. her making fun of me for not going to school when we have swim lesson(it’s because I have body dysmorphya). Me: going to school four days a week is better then not going at all. Her: I don’t want to talk to you anymore, bye. Me: you’ve said bye like 4 times already. Her: fake a$$ b!th. *she blocks me on TikTok and starts writing to me on Snapchat Her: sends screenshots of my TikTok videos you think you’re hot💀? You really think you are something. Me: is it not allowed to post TikTok’s anymore? Her: I’m not saying that, but bye. Fake a$$ n-word. Im not takling to you anymore. Me:👌👌 Her: I’m so sorry, I’ve been so mean. Can we be friends again?🥺 Me: wtf? Her: hahaha I was just joking, I’m bored and I have nothing better to do. Me: yeah you often don’t😬. Her: right cuz I’m so lonely (she is, she only has 1 friend other then me), I need you Emmie🥺. Bye n-word

Like my aunt, I can't stand living with her. It's too noisy for me. It's not really directed at me but my mom and her fought for years. My Aunt moved out when I went overseas for a bit to get into teaching(badly lol). I generally don't like her personality either. Im more melo and she more crazy. When she was here a few years ago, I hid out in the basement and I think I lost my sense of smell from the mold and stuff. For the last 5 years she stayed here, she refused to pay rent and bought gift cards to give to some online scammer that she thought was her boyfriend lol. I came back a year ago and honestly it's been quiet. The place was left a mess and i at least got rid to the roaches but it has been a nice video game pad. My mom isn't the best but she's pretty chill. she is split up with my narc dad but she does see him once a week.
The issue is Now my aunt got evicted from her apartment for roaches and wants to move back in. She said she's renting a storage place and will not take up much room back here. My mom is like her and I made up so there wont be any fighting.
I'm like no. I'm not sure If i can afford it but I'm moving out. it made em all mad at me. I'm like if it's just for a few months then why not. i just know how things are going to end up. she'll probably be here a month or 2, quit her Kroger job, she'll be back here making our lives awful, although my mom does have the option to flee to my dad lol.
I was looking around. The rent a rooms are not that bad. I do have a 400$ car payment and just make about 850 after all the insurance stuff is taken out for the month. I guess if I cancel every online subscription service I might be able to find some 200$ room in the ghetto and just hope they are 420 friendly so I can grow some shrooms hehe. I probably will miss the video games but not much is out right now anyways.
Think I should move out? :)

Should I go to my high school graduation ceremony? I missed my freshman year and half my sophomore year due to covid. I finished my sophomore year in person, I don’t know anyone I’m graduating with except for some of the people I met during this time. Then for my junior and senior year I ended up moving away but I still did my old schools online program.
They won’t give me my diploma until the graduation ceremony has happened (June 2024) but I still have considered myself to have finished long ago in 2023. I feel like going to the graduation ceremony now just makes me feel like I didn’t finish early. I don’t really want to even be associated with this trashy school, I feel like all they have done is hold me back. - They wouldn’t let me start any classes until after the semester in junior year (which ended up being after summer lmao) - and they messed up my transcripts my freshman year.
On top of that, I don’t live near this school and I don’t know anyone but they have all known each other for years. When I did go for that half year they were all rude and trying to act ghetto. I feel like it will be awkward and I could run into people from my old hometown. I still want to celebrate my accomplishments but it’s also not the biggest deal to me but I did work very hard. I can always celebrate in other ways. I just don’t want to be left out, plenty of homeschool people haven’t had graduations right?
I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense, I’m high.

So I met this girl literally online not even in real life after I broke up with my ex in real life who I do not miss at all and this is terrible I’ve never really had a girl block me. I met her in a NA group shirt’s addicted to many substances I’ve heard her overdose me I have an issue with Benzos but like im getting better and her mom is dying too….. I know all addicts are the same so I’m not judging her, it’s just all of a sudden she blocked me on everything she was the sweetest girl with the softest voice there wasn’t anything not to like about her… I just don’t understand I didn’t really do anything maybe I advice her to slow down I’m worried about you stuff like that but not just 3 days ago she was sending hearts to me. Honestly we weren’t really dating she’s too far. It was just so refreshing to hear her voice not like the other woman who I’ve encountered here who all have a ghetto demanding side. Usually I block them I’ve never really been blocked like that so randomly and It just leaves me wondering why is it that this girl I’ve never even met can take up this much space in my head I keep telling myself like just get over it but then I’ll find myself thinking about it over and over thinking what did I do. I just loved that she didn’t have a masculine bone in her body the way she was everytime we talk on the phone it was so peaceful and so natural I just don’t understand.
Clarification- no money gifts etc where ever exchange so before ppl ask in no way was it a “scam”

So I’m not going to fully out myself but if someone puts the clue’s together they might know who I am?.
I grew up in Carol Stream, IL went to GBN- Glenbard North High School. A used to hang out with the “Newport shorties” which was consider the “ghetto” of the town and let’s just say those kids that lived there turned adult’s never moved out. Most of them probably still live with their parents because they’re full fledged drug addicts.
Carol stream is a quiet suburb 45 minute drive outside of Chicago. Let’s just say there’s not much to do out there so the idiots that I went to school with had drug problems.
I’m not sure if A was in my graduating class of ‘07? honestly don’t care, that’s not the point but if you talked with him you can tell he was delayed, again I don’t know him that well, he was the creep that would hit on my friend from school, and she would complain to me, that’s the only way I knew of his existence.
Probably eight or nine months ago it came to my surprise that his baby mama G was live and Jesus Christ she reminds me of my mother to a T.
Mentally unstable, uses her kid like a pun, pill head.
I have a memory of steal as I don’t alter my brain, there was a video on here of D saying that A had to get her after she snorted H. Which Dupage county had a big opioid problem. I used to be friends with a girl who told me that some parties in CS, kids where in a room shooting up, let’s Let’s just say I dropped her as my friend in my mid 20’s.
Then there’s a video of G saying, ‘A could never lose his pizza delivery job, as he works with’ “shady people”. Something along those lines. I have a relative who used to work as a delivery driver and he as well worked with a few shady ass people. Could you say you have access to drugs? Yes, yes you can. It’s not hard to add or fit the puzzle pieces if you catch my drift here!
Now to current time’s of G showing us her true self this past week of dying and going on four ER trips!
Hey G since you LOVE TO PROVIE US WRONG… show us all the after care summary reports from each ER visits, we sure would love to see them!
Non the less G, you can be an addict with doctor scripts and you provided that this past week. You legit were on camera saying that you need to speak with your psychiatrist for the addy’s. Granted you didn’t specify if it’s for a new script but by the way you were acting it seem’s to be that way.
Anywho G, you slipped your mask off and we all see the truly evil person that you are, while on and off (detoxing) these drugs that you mask your mental illness behind. It’s not cute to lie about your son well being, it’s not cute that you use him as a con in your sick gains. Get help, work towards a legitimate career, quit taking from vulnerable people! It’s sad pathetic and despicable.
All three of you G, A and D get some help!
Again my mother died at 48 of a drug addiction. She lived in CS it’s a thing there, and it was sad to see her waste her life away like you three are doing! I’m saying this to be mean, you all need a wake up calling! Specially for that little boy. Fucking better yourself. This online world is not working out. There is no opportunity around the corner, you are “famous” for the wrong reasons. You will never get brand deal or hit the jackpot of online stardom. And if and when the app goes then what? You will be left with weird tacky cups literally and figuratively!
Get help, there’s nothing wrong with admitting defeat and seeking treatment. If not for yourself then for your child.

I'm helping someone settle into a new apartment in a nice, quiet area. However, no place is completely safe, so I'm looking to enhance their security at least a bit.
Options I see so far are:

• Adding a door jammer: They have one door to worry about. Was thinking of using a door jammer that goes under the handle and extends to the ground. They have a lever handle and the distance from said handle to the floor is around 60-inches though. Not seeing anything online that reaches that far.
  Besides a bar, I found these smaller products on Amazon that I'm not too sure about: Portable door lock 1, Portable door lock 2, Portable door lock 3
  
• Door camera: They have a private stairway leading to their place. A single wireless camera placed on the wall facing the door should suffice for general recording.
  
• Garage door: I don’t have an answer yet. The garage door, a basic turn-handle that unlocks with a key, isn't very secure. The landlord said a previous tenant managed to open it with a wire hanger. I’m looking for ways to improve its security.
  

This is an apartment building so invasive installation like drilling isn't ideal nor is replacing the garage door or having an opener installed. Hoping there are some other ways to secure the place that won't cause issues with property management.
If anyone has any recommendations for products, ideas, etc. that can help someone make an apartment more secure I'd appreciate the info. Again, the area isn't a warzone or ghetto so not like they need to be super worried about anything. Still, making things more secure doesn't hurt.
Thank you for your time and any help.

Many people are recently finding their "Jewish" identity online in order to speak in favor of circles associated with antisemitism. Even in their own words no one can say the encampment is devoid of real antisemitic racists. So why do they continue to support a group that in its own ranks will never address antisemitism, doesn't this seem like complicity? Every single comment made by a supposed self proclaimed Jew has consistently started with the same words: "As a Jew." I.e "As a Jew I support Palestine," and "As a Jew only some of the people supporting Palestine at our University our antisemitic bigots and these cases should be ignored and not subject to critique or resistance whatsoever." As a Jew statements feed into this belief held by these Jews and PA supporters alike, that as a Jew you are evil unless you are their kind of Jew. The kind of Jew who excuses antisemitism and excuses the non existent response to it, the kind of Jew who will sit down and be quite when Jewish students are harassed/assaulted/treated discriminately against. So "As a Jew" these "Jews" who spin around and do tricks to make themselves feel safe in their Gentile communities as if they could hide from their own Jewishness and Jew Hatred, do not represent Jews at all and especially do not represent Jews on this campus. I personally find it funny that I have never met this kind of Jew at all despite going to both Hillel and Chabad and any other Jewish community remotely in Albuquerque. Where do these 'As a Jew's" come from, certainly not the Jewish community. Its almost like hundreds of years of assimilation into gentile society with your only memory of being Jewish coming from your distant uncle in Denver you ate by for Shabbat, creates a sense of Jewishness that has no connection to the Jewish community, but to the very persecutors of it.
Note there is a long history of self hating Jews who are admired and paraded out by antisemites, and do not let these recent 'unicorns' shape your image of the Jewish community. We are "Zionisti Yahuds," we are Israeli's, we are Reform, Conservative, Orthodox, we do not come from the ghettos and we will not be placed back in there. We are here to stay, we are the majority who are impacted by antisemitism on a daily basis, and most importantly we are and never will be your one trick pony who you can only treat with respect and dignity because we support antisemites and Jew Killers. And to the "Wicked sons," the self hating "As a Jews" it never has and never will get better for you. In fact in the Holocaust they were the first to go.
Am Yisrael Chai - We are the majority.

Hello, I've been searching for an album that was released by the now defunct independent label Shodown called "Urban Survival Vol. 1" which was released sometime in early 2001. There were snippets of the songs on the website AllMusic but were removed recently as of last year. Does anyone have a copy of this perhaps?
Here's the tracklisting 1. VIP by Willi One Blood

1. I Can't Sleep At Night by Samah
   
2. Because of You by Samah
   
3. My Love Belongs To You by Melvin Van Peebles
   
4. Corners Of My Mind by Jo Jo Robinson
   
5. Thank God For The Ghetto by Travisty
   
6. Bionic Tou're by Toure
   
7. Fly by Roxanne Price
   
8. Miami by Karlus Trapp
   
9. Don't Hide Your Love From Me by Samah
   
10. I Won't Cry Anymore by Samah
    
11. Addiction by Travisty
    

I've looked everywhere for a copy of the album with no luck, I did find some listings for it online but none were available for purchase if anyone has a copy please let me know :)

The zombie apocalypse started out slowly. First, there were the news stories of the occasional homeless person having their face eaten off by a madman. Drugs, they said. Then there were small hoards that would crash through department stores in the middle of the night, caught on security cameras smashing up the place, then gone by morning. Rising crime, they said.
Finally, it could no longer be ignored. When the widespread cannibalism began it was too late to stop the spread. Their numbers increased exponentially. Pretty soon everybody was gone. Well, everyone except for little pockets of survivors here and there, of which I was one.
Life was hard for us. It was hard to tell who was cursed: them or us. Perhaps we both were. Every hour we survived was both a blessing and curse. Some could not take it and opted out. The rest of us fought for our survival with every breath and ounce of strength we had so we could live.
We survived in the dark, like moles. We ate rats, bugs, snakes, whatever we could find. It did not matter. We scavenged for what we needed. Guns and ammunition were top priority, over food. Water was important too, very important. Most of our water came from rain. Then we distilled it to filter out impurities.
When faced with the constant struggle for survival against an enemy that both outnumbers you and cannot die, the struggle against nature, and for basic needs, you change. Your morality changes. Life has immense value to you. That is, YOUR life has value to you. Other people’s lives, maybe not so much. We all changed over those weeks and months following the outbreak. But none of us changed for the better.
Before it began I worked as a talent scout for a film production company in Los Angeles. You may have heard of our little company, Bango Wango. We put out quite a few hit films. Our biggest film was “Big Black Cocks Destroy Little Asian Hotties”. It was very, VERY HOT!! . It received 4.5 out of 5 Stiffies in the Adult Video Review. We also were responsible for “Women Fucking Strangers in Cars, Part 12” and “Hot Girl Bangs 200 Guys at Once”. We liked to stick with a tried and true formula.
Just before the outbreak exploded into all-out murderous zombie hoards and mass cannibalistic attacks, my boss, Doc “Ramrod” Rambo, sent me up to San Francisco to do a casting call for a promising upcoming film to be called “Men Fucking Hot Women”. My job was to evaluate all the girls. I interview each of them. Then I look at them naked. Then I fuck them. If I think they would be good in the film, I stuff some blow up their noses and taken them back to LA with me. You know, it’s the industry standard business model.
As it turned out, San Francisco is the worst place in the world to be in the zombie apocalypse. You would probably think that in my line of work we would be open to deviant sexual identities and practices. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. See, these leftist Dem pigs are trying to gay and tranny everyone. This reduces our target market! We shoot straight hetero shit, only. Partly, this is because it is what we all prefer. Partly, and very importantly, it is where most of the money is. And, our primary financier is a raging white supremacist who disapproves of weird leftist sex shit. I can’t say that I blame him either.
It is well known that San Fran has the highest ratio of freaks in the world. Let me tell you, having a decrepit, rotting zombie trying to murder and eat you is rather disconcerting. Having a tranny zombie coming after you is downright terrifying! Imagine, a 6.5 foot tall highly feminine zombie coming at you, with a wang flopping around. Many folks get caught staring at shit like that (e.g., flopping wangs on fem looking zombie ghouls), and fail to notice the zombies creeping up on them from behind. The poor bastard becomes dinner, and all because of the freak show science and deranged politics that went on prior to the outbreak.
But something worse happened. It stands to reason that zombies, as a primal version of a human being, want to eat. It is its primary need. But those trannies, they weren’t human in any traditional sense. They wore their sexuality on their sleeves for everyone to see. Their sexuality was their identity. This being the case, they are far different from all other human beings in life. Therefore, it stands to reason that they would be far different in death.
Zombie trannies don’t want to eat you. They want to fuck you. Since death causes brain capacity to diminish substantially, they revert to a primitive animal. This means that morality no longer plays a role in their heads. All they want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck. Obviously, nobody consensually fucks a rotting corpse. Thus, they are rapists too. It’s reverse-necro rape phenomena. I seen it. It’s real.
Maybe if we kept them in the closet back before the outbreak these tranny ghouls would only want to eat us alive. But toward the end days the leftist pigs encouraged their antisocial and barbaric urges. They normalized it. They encouraged the freaks to extract their inner abominable urges and place them at the forefront of their existence with absolutely no regard for the impact on other people and society.
See, it was the leftist movements that doomed humanity. Why? For power? For wealth? Hubris? Who knows. All I know is that I am one of the few survivors. Me, along with other survivors, are on constant guard against zombie attack. They roam around in hoards, either looking to eat us or rape us. In fact, sometimes it is both. I have seen some poor bastards being both eaten and raped at the same time. That, my friends, is some ghoulish shit.
It was only a matter of time before the survivor numbers dwindled. I eventually hooked up with a fella from back East that went by the name “Tex”. He was a tough son of a gun. Together we stood a much better chance at survival. One night while camped out under an overpass Tex, with a long drawn out southern drawl, said, “Well now, fuck boy, I think we’uns need ta think bout headed back east, away from the hoards and the feggets.”
Tex reasoned that we could live in rural areas and pretty much be steer clear of zombies altogether. I asked Tex, “What about the tranny zombies?!?” Agitated, old Tex said, “We ain’t got none of that thar sheeyit in Texas, fuck no!” I was all in for Tex’s plan.
We jacked a Dodge Charger in Compton. I hotwired it. Tex said, “Well shit fire, fuck boy! I thought ya’ll had to be one of them thar negroes to knowd how to do that sheeyit! Heh heh heh!” We managed to collect enough gasoline that was still good to get us to Texas. We put it in all sorts of containers and pulled it behind us in a trailer. Tex rigged up a trailer hitch on the ghetto ride for the trip.
I was a long and arduous journey. You may think it would be easy since there wasn’t anyone left to cause a traffic jam, but you would be wrong. There were abandoned cars everywhere, with zombies peppered about here and there. We were viciously attacked in Las Vegas by a hoard of zombies dressed like Debbie Reynolds. Fortunately, we managed to escape with our honor intact.
One night we camped out under the stars. We caught a couple of large lizards and cooked them over an open fire. After dinner we relaxed and watched the stars as we smoked cigars from a box of Padron we found at our last stop. Something had piqued my curiosity about Tex. Finally, I had to ask him.
“Hey, Tex?”, I said. “Yep”, he replied. I asked, “What were you doing in San Francisco? I mean, you have made it pretty clear that San Fran ain’t got much to draw you to it.” Tex said, “You don’t need to knowd all bout that, fuck boy.” I kept on prying. Old Tex eventually relented.
“I was in San Francisco to meet a man I had met online. Ya’ll can think of it as a date, if ya’ll want”, said Tex. I was floored!!! Tex just came out to me. A gay Texan? I just could mot wrap my head around it. I had to know, so I asked, “But Tex, does that mean that … YOU are a homo?!?”
Tex pulled out his revolver and violently struck me with the butt of the gun right on my nose. Blood spewed out as the pain was excruciatingly throbbing in my sinus cavities. Then I heard Tex say, “I AIN’T NO GODDAM FEGGET, YOU ASSHOLE!! What in tarnation is wrong with you?!?”
I managed to get the bleeding to subside after a while. Clearly, Tex had broken my nose. I could not breathe through it anymore and the painful throbbing was still going strong. “Jesus fucking Christ, Tex! It was just a fucking question”, I said.
After a couple moments Tex said “Ah, hell fire, fuck boy. Ima sorry fer braking yer nose. But ya’ll jest cain’t ask a man shit like that, ya know?” I nodded. Of course, he was right. But I grew up in Candy Ass Land here in California, so it’s rather easy to forget what a man is, and is supposed to be. Tex was a real man, that is for certain. With a little prodding I got Tex to tell me why he was in San Fran when the shit hit the fan.
It turns out that he had, in fact, been talking to homos online, and that he traveled to California to meet them. But it was not to fuck them, literally. It was to fuck them up physically. This is something Tex says he likes to do when he gets a day off from the cattle ranch he manages back east. “See, we ain’t got us no queers out thar in Texas. So we got to go out to San Francisco fer queer beatins and sech.”
I nodded in understanding. While I do not personally engage in queer beatings and such, I respect people’s right to do so. In fact, after living amongst all the Candy-assed bed-wetting leftists in Cali for so long, I found Tex and his approach to life to be quite liberating and refreshing. Maybe I was going to like it in Texas!
Tex then said, “Well, it’s yer turn, lil buckaroo!” I asked Tex what he was talking about. “What were yer lilly white ass doing in feg town?” I told him, “I was fucking bitches auditioning for a new fuck flick I was making.” Tex shook his head and laughed.
I wandered what Tex thought of me. Here he is, the epitome of a man from the old west, typified by living a moral and honorable life. I suddenly was overcome by a deep wave of shame in the face of the good and wholesomeness exuded by Tex. I bowed my head in disgrace. Imagine how I felt. I had fucked away my whole life on pussy and coke. Now, here I am, 50 years old and absolutely no goals set for the balance of my life, except for more pussy and coke. Sigh …
My sudden and overwhelming deep depressive state must have registered with Tex. He looked over at me staring at my feet and said, “It’s ok, you know?” I asked what he meant by that. He continued.
“It’s ok that you is a pussy chasing degenerate. Hell, the world needs porn. If I had not seen porn at a young age then I would not have learned how to fuck right fer years to come. I would have suffered years of humiliation learning how to properly bone a chick. But thanks to porn, I was able to master my stroke by 16. Without my confidence I most likely would not have poked Nelly Ann like the hard stud I am today. I totally crushed her pussy! Then she became my wife. All this, thanks to pornography.”
I thought about this. Tex was right, wonderfully right! I never really considered that I was doing the world a service by making porn movies. A wide grin took over my face. I felt…pride! It was unfamiliar to me. In fact, I did not really know what it was. But it felt good. I glanced over at Tex, who was grinning too. Then he said, “That’s right, fuck boy. YOU have value as a man. That makes you ever bit as real man as I am.”
I felt like I had won the fucking lottery. Never before in my entire life have I ever had one bit of self-esteem. Now my cup runneth over thanks to Tex! I had been doing God’s work all along and I just didn’t know it. I wanted to celebrate. I asked Tex, “You want to snort some blow?” He replied, “No sir, but you go right ahead and enjoy yerself”.
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Three days later Tex and I arrived at his cattle ranch in west Texas. It was called “Steered Straight”. Unfortunately, all of the livestock lay dead and rotting in the fields. There were no humans anywhere. The ranch was totally abandoned. I said, “Jesus, Tex. What a fucking shit hole.” Tex said it had definitely seen better days.
I asked Tex, “So, you own this place?”. Tex replied that, no, he did not own it. He was merely the manager. I asked him who owns it. He said, “The fucking Chinese, that’s who.” I said, “Shit! How did THAT happen?”. Tex explained.
“See, fuck boy, this here old ranch been in my family fer generations. But when dad died he willed all the land to my asshole brother, Peter. Old Pete was one of them thar fancy pants college boys. He promptly sold the ranch to a big old corporation back East called ‘Fuck Everybody, Inc.”. They then sold it off to the goddamned Chinese communists.”
Tex bowed his head in recollection of the sad state of his family ranch. I asked Tex why his dad gave it to his asshole brother and not him. Tex replied, with his patented slow Texas cowboy drawl, “Well sir, dad had every intention of leaving the ranch to me. See, back when mother passed away in 1978, dad sort of changed. He got wild with the whores and the blow. He eventually remarried a sweet young stripper from Lubbock named Ana Conda.”
“Well, dad found out that I had been fucking Ana on the down low. So he got pissed and changed his will. I apologized to him repeatedly but nothing would change his mind, the stubborn old son of a gun”, said Tex.
I then interjected, “So you lost the entire ranch because you were banging a whore?” Tex said yes, and then we fist bumped. I said, “Yep, pussy will get your ass in trouble.” Tex agreed.
We went to the ranch house and cleaned shit up so we could live there. Fortunately, the well still functioned, so we had water. All the food was spoiled, as there was no electricity. I asked, “What are we going to do for food, Tex?” He said, “Well, fuck boy, we is gonna hunt us up sum grub. You ever handle a gun before?”

So I got really entitled hahaha and I was like rejecting anything that wasn’t super ideal and for months this didn’t affect me getting orders. I got all the way down to 49% acceptance rate and I know people awhile back getting down into like the 20’s and being fine. Well now, it never wants to give me orders unless there are the shittiest of the shitty orders. I drove yesterday at lunch I got nothing. I drove what I’d call second dinner (830-10) last night and it gave me 3 orders that all went to the ghetto and had no tips on them. I made $10 an hour. But it’s like ok I will take the shitty orders I guess to get back up to a good acceptance rate, but they won’t even give me shitty orders to do that. I’ve been online for an hour (prime lunch time) and I’ve gotten nothing. I also never never get dash marts anymore and I used to be the king of dash mart. I’m getting my car registration sticker next week and getting on Uber eats. Can’t wait to multi uggg