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I had an experience this year that upon hearing a very upsetting voicemail message that was sent to me, the specific details of the message and the delivery (a very angry tone) sent me into a very deep cptsd state of mind. Outside of that trigger (fear for myself and the fear that someone in my past thought that I had done something hurtful to them) I have been dealing with a lot of emotional abuse at home. I was already maxed out with stress when this trigger happened.
I can understand now that the voicemail message apparently was a deep trigger for me. I think it was the anger. It compelled me to feel like I had to do something to fix the situation.That I was in trouble. That I was a horrible human being. I wasn't able to sleep for weeks, I lost my appetite, and I had to pretend that everything was okay with me when I was around my family. With the insomnia, loss of appetite, I was starting to get nauseous all the time, and starting to have nightmares.
I felt a deep need to clarify the past misunderstanding to the other person who was mentioned in the voicemail. I was too scared to let the issue go. So, I was encouraged to write/contact the other person trying to clear up past to that individual.
I was feeling mortified that this friend, who I still cared about, was (as I had been informed) told that I did something that could be harmful to them. And it wasn't true.
In this experience, the composed message to, now a former friend, covered both explaining what really happened in the past and to let them know that they were safe. I also felt angry at being informed that someone told that friend such hurtful information. I wanted to find out who told them that information and give them the correct facts of the past. (A pointless effort that I can understand now.)
My main problem was that I was spiraling in a prolong cptsd incident, along with dealing with intense abuse at home. I was trapped in this emotional state of mind concerned and overthinking that I had hurt someone who mattered to me, and trying to correct a damaging situation. I wasn't able to think logically about the situation at all. Lack of sleep, insomnia, nightmares, lack of an appetite, nauseous, all led to me doing something I couldn't stop myself from doing. I sent off an email and I think it got shared with a lot of old mutual acquaintances.
The humiliation sent in and I realized much later the mistake that I had done. I didn't need to send that e-mail, but I wasn't capable of not addressing what I had believed at that time was an important issue.
Since, my social blunder, I have debating if I should apologize for doing an embarrassing thing. I had sent a follow up email to the former friend explaining that I was so sorry for doing something so bizarre and then I told them that I had removed them from all of my contacts, and that I would never contact them again. I felt like I had unintentionally crossed a line of logical friendship and I didn't want that person to be fearful of me doing something bizarre again in the future.
Honestly, I just wanted to disappear from this world. I was trying to do the right thing but my trauma lead me into a disastrous cycle of events. I was hurting deeply thinking that I had hurt someone and was making more of a mess in an attempt to fix it. Over those weeks I felt awful, I had a tightness in my chest, and I had to pretend that I was just fine to the world. While certain family members were criticizing me, making me feel like I was a burden on the family, that I wasn't good enough. That I was doing everything the wrong way. I will admit that I messed up in a very bizarre way. But being trapped in that state of mind, I could not think logically about how to deal with it.
I wrote and then sent the e-mail because I had the need to be heard and a deep need to feel like I needed to clear my name. I also was hurt and angry, because (as I found out later) I was lead to believe that this sickening rumor was still being spread among old, well now former friends. I found out later that the information that I had been given was false. That no one had told my former friend that awful rumor. In my attempt to do the right thing, I ended up deeply humiliating myself.
My question is this, should I apologize for my mistake and explain to them that I was trapped in a deep cptsd cycle?
Honestly, I'm just thinking of avoiding anyone who may have read or heard about this incident. I don't want relive that embarrassment again, but I do want to be accountable for my behavior.
The hardest part now is that today, I understand why I did what I had done. I can see how insane it was. I was dealing with multiple levels of stressor, and I did what I thought I needed to do to be safe, to give a peace of mind to a former friend. I was in a bad emotional state and I wasn't capable of exiting it in a logical manner.
And due to my deep embarrassment I cut myself off from being able to contact to that former friend. I was so convinced that he had been hurt and it deeply bothered me. I cared too much and it wasn't necessary. And to be honest, I don't know how many other people have seen that email, but I don't want to have contact with them either.
Lastly, I am setting up an appointment to see a therapist who specializes in cptsd, anxiety, and ocd. My current therapy program wasn't designed to address those issues. I think the signs were there that I was highly stressed out, but I thought that I was managing well enough.

I'm in this server online with some good people (or so I thought). These people I've had really good conversations with, gained many insights from, and enjoyed spending time with. But a few days ago one of these people posted an antisemitic "meme" and so I stated how I was Jewish and that it's probably not the best to do that at all, to my surprise everyone else just shrugged it off. Today this guy posts another one which was even worse and I again mildly state concerns (although secretly I felt angry about it), later he sends more and then this other guy joins in with "we should finish what h*tler started" and the first guy reacts with a laughing emoji.
That comment makes me feel indescribably both sad and angry
I should add that these "memes" are all conspiracy theories that the guy has somehow found a relation Judaism for, for example some rich guy planning world domination who happens to have a Jewish wife or something along those lines (not exact scenario), then proceeds to blame Jews for all their problems. I can exactly tell this guy's thought process and so I know I'll never win an argument against someone making those kind of claims.
I'm leaving that server 100% but these comments feel way to personal and hurt so there's a part of me that wants to leave a big comment before I leave saying how this kind of behavior isn't right but another part of me wants me to not say that and just leave because they'll never actually understand that anyway.
This is the first time I've experienced proper antisemitism in a space I've been in and I know how I feel but I don't know how to react. Should I stand up for myself or should I just leave and ignore to avoid potential aggravation?

I know saying anything positive about Boruto is a social death here but I actually like the God Tree/Shinju clones.
You take a legacy character that has ties to the current generation (minus Bug and I think Jura’s source is the Ten Tails) put them in a state where they aren’t dead, but also make evil variants powered by their chakra being merged from the splintered Ten Tails, and force their loved ones to grow or fight to either free said person.
Himawari has Jura cuz she’s got Kurama.
Sarada and Boruto have Hidari because Sasuke sacrificed himself and let Boruto know he believed both him and her were the key to stopping them.
And Team 10 and Konohamaru have Moegi’s source in Matsuri.
But I don’t think they should be the only ones, and it would help with a criticism people have with Two Blue Vortex: Konoha focus.
Now I am not a hypocritical Naruto fan, so I am going to at least point out part one and part two especially were very leaf centric focused. Every main antagonist except for Pain and Kaguya came from the Leaf and even those two have ties to the village given their back stories, so it doesn’t bother me as much even though I do wish the other villages were used like how the anime so it doesn’t bother me as much even though I do wish the other villages were used like how the anime actually made arc for them and novels actually made arcs showing what it was like in showing what it was like in the new generation.
And we don’t know if this is gonna happen in the future or not, but if you increase the number of legacy characters that get turned into Shinju, not only do you raise the stakes, but it’s also opportunity to get more villages involved. For example
Leaf:
Anko would work pretty well. She’s a teacher to the new generation, she still able to participate in combat despite her weight, and given both the power boost and the design boost, we could get a evil stronger Anko that would be the closest thing to Anko using her Curse Mark.
Rock Lee. As much as I personally would not want to see this this would actually be a good opportunity to get better taijutsu fights or actually make Metal relevant. A big criticism when it comes to Naruto that we never got to see Lee actually surpass Guy on screen, and Metal hasn’t shown up in two blue vortex at all.
Speaking of new generation characters that we haven’t seen, Kurenai would also be a good opportunity to show off the dangers of genjutsu again. Bug shows that just because you’re old doesn’t mean you’re Shinju won’t make you stronger than you are currently. And Mirai hasn’t shown up. She was able to beat the guy who followed the footsteps of the guy who killed her father, what if she had to kill the person who incapitated her mother.
Temari would absolutely hurt to see, but that would be the closest thing we ever get to a Shikamaru and Shikadai vs Temari fight.
Koharu and Homura. How satisfying would it be to see a Uchiha be the ones to save the people who helped condemn their demise? Also, while it won’t be done, we’d get to see them punch people who look like them.
The Other Villages:
Baki or Kankuro would get the Sand, Gaara and Shinki into the plot.
Mei. Again the Shinju version would get their prime appearances, so a hot evil version of her running around, forcing the Leaf and Mist to work together to stop her could get them into the plot.
Omoi would be a good fit for the Cloud.
I guess Akatsuchi because Kurotsuchi needs a valid win for once.

We’ve all been there: doomscrolling for hours, then thinking: “I’m quitting once and for all! Im getting a flip phone!”.
Well I’m here to tell you the truth: It’s stupid to get a flip phone. Trust me, I’ve tried.
Not only is it annoying to switch your sims and order a whole new phone, but you also lose core utility that just makes your life so much more inconvenient. You can’t be in iMessage group chats. Good luck with 2Factor Auth. Try sending an email on a numeric keyboard lol. The list goes on
After years of trying, and here’s my advice: instead of forcing a change, add the right amount of friction to your phone. you’ll gradually rewire yourself to use it less, which makes a hell of a difference. Try any or all of these things:

• Greyscale. Everything being black and white keeps your phone insanely boring. You’ll be way less likely to overuse it. Tip: set up a short cut that turns greyscale off when you open the camera app / Facetime. Look up a tutorial on how to set this all up (saw one by Denmo, a ytuber that was good)
• Make it hard to open social media. You can use the built in screen time features in iOS / android, but they don’t really help since it’s only 1 click to snooze. Instead, find an app that adds friction before opening social media (superhappy ai has worked well for me, makes you chat with an ai to unlock apps). In general, make it annoying, but not too annoying to use socials
• Make your bedroom phone free. Put a sign on your door if you have to. Just what ever you do never allow yourself to bring your phone into your bedroom. If you need it for your alarm just buy a clock.
• Phone lock box. I haven’t tried this but a few friends have. Get a timed lockbox and put your phone in it at night or when you need to focus for a few hrs (found a bunch on Amazon)
• Set an actual goal. Check in on your screen time every Sunday. If it’s not materially going down be harder on your self. Block more apps. Increase the difficulty to unlock them.

I feel like having discipline when it comes to using your phone is getting harder with every passing year. With that said new tech is incredibly useful so it doesn’t mean we should take a step back to flip phones but instead use the tools at our disposal.
Feel free to ask any questions, I’m happy to help. It is a tough problem to fix alone

Q1) Why did GME post earnings early and offer new shares?
Speculative answer) They have got the bad news out of the way, and done any downward driving of share price out of the way. They simultaneously raised a crap ton of money. Billions of dollars. In addition to their already held $1.8B cash, that gives them massive investment capital to invest into a digital market, in place of their legacy storefront market... RK talked in his video about Cohen's plan for the company, potentially in this direction.
Q2) Why did RK say nothing in his video, and actually laugh at the reducing price live on stream? He even made a point of announcing the end of the stream to point out the immediate drop in share price when he did so. Why did he act like a buffoon, and why was he dressed up as if he'd been assaulted?
Speculative answer) RK is under massive pressure to avoid a lawsuit for market manipulation causing a short squeeze. He has been "roughed up" by eTrade and the SEC and has had to make evidence that he is in this as a speculative investor, not a short squeeze market manipulator... This live stream didn't say what people wanted him to say. It didn't say what people thought he would say. Along with the early earnings report and the share offering, this has reduced share prices, and the hedges have gone all in again with shorts, with short positions being maxxed out at the time of writing this.
RK talked a lot in his video about a 3-10 year long play on GME, which, not being what people wanted to hear, drove share price down. HOWEVER his Call option expires on the 21st. He's NOT REALLY looking at a super long play at all!
The guy acted like a buffoon. We all know he's not.
The guy was dressed up like he had been roughed up by the SEC, a visual clue that he had to SAY what he said on live stream, but that's not neccessarily how he actually intends to play this.
Q3) So why have Cohen and RK seemingly sabotaged their own share price?
Specualtive answer) In doing so, the hedges have loaded up on short positions again, which is foolish if this price dip is just that; a dip. Cohen and GME are now in a financial position to make a much more positive announcement prior to the end of the month, declaring an investment, acquisition or partnership that will expand their business into new and lucrative markets... I imagine that this will happen around the 11th-21st. And the share price will rocket again.
This share price increase from GOOD news, can then be monopolised by RK executing his calls, causing a Gamma squeeze which will only serve to drive the price even higher... And the hedges that now hold massive short positions will be in a sticky situation,causing a short squeeze, which will only exacerbate the share price hike, driving shares even higher.
Cohen and GME have gotten the bad news out of the way, paving the way for the good news that will come very very soon. Which will the facilitate a combined Gamma and SHort squeeze, IMO. Probably. Possibly.
This is pure speculation on my part, not financial advice.

Book One: Edge of Madness - Chapter One Previous Next
I could pretend to be a whore. That's what Masutap thought as she stood before the gate leading to the fortress of the Highlord of the Eastlocal. Pretense was a thing she indulged in back when she'd been an ordinary woman, with ordinary ambitions. But as of now, things had changed. Things had changed drastically, for she was now a champion of the Goddess of Order. A champion who would do anything in her power to mock the very being that fed her power.
Power, yes. It was what she felt. Every time her eyes turned upon the world, she saw Order. Like bees in a hive, working towards a similar objective. Survival. Yes, they all wanted to survive. And that's where the power lay, in her ability to deny a thing's chance at survival, for when her eyes flashed red, things died.
"Pardon me sir." A man dragging a cart of coal said. She was standing in his way, she knew this of course, she'd known it since the time he'd decided to deliver the coal. She saw the strings of prophesy in the smallest of things, and oh what power lied in discernment, to see the past and the future in absolute clarity, the secret lay in following strands of Order. The Highlord of the Eastlocal always received a cart of coal at around this time every fifth day. He would serve as her witness. Coal. She smiled, remembering how Orgeeg had managed to penetrate into the Palace of Binoria, on a stack of coal. She recalled how Orgeeg thwarted her plans, then she remembered how small her plans had been.
"Pardon me... Uh lady?" She removed her cowl as the Coal merchant spoke. Her hair was longer now, she'd let it grow, it dangled askew of her ears. Dark and rich as her mother's once was. Masutap smiled at the man whose face was caked in coal dust.
"Today Shama dies! Tonight the Highlord of the EastLocal is no more!" Masutap said.
Twin daggers she had strapped to her waist were suddenly in her hands. The coal merchant stumbled back several steps, dragging the cart with him. The sun was dipping into the horizon, becoming a smeared red smudge upon the canvas of her perception. Her eyes flashed red, and the smeared smudge's light brightened, blanketing everything, making her see.
She spun and threw the dagger in her left hand. The knife whirled in the air and met the throat of a guard who was just cresting the upper walkway of the gate, he wore red leather that marked him as one of the royal guards of the Highlord. A shout sounded. The guards at the gate turned their attention to her. They were six of them, each of them dazed with the slow reception of understanding. The bubble they lived in, understanding it enabled her to see how blind humanity is. Like sheep, no wonder the Vigons ruled them so easily.
She was in their midst before they drew their swords from their scabbards. She drove the dagger into the throat of the first one, danced in a pirouette, thrust free the dagger and hurled it into the throat of another guard. Her hands were free, she curled her fingers into fists.
The Goddess Meena, Goddess of Order, spoke to her. **What is the purpose of this?*
"Oh, you'll see." Masutap said and drove a fist into the chest of one guard, her hand caved through the chest cavity, snapping the spine in half and emerging free of the Guards back. She paused for effect, the three remaining guards gawked at her. She pried her arm free of the corpse and met their panicked gazes. "Sound the alarm, you're too few to make me sweat. I need all of you. Gods! Come on you fucking cowards!"
Two of the three guards charged her, one took a swing at her head with a flat blade, the sharp edge missed her by a hair's breadth as she ducked. She brought up her knee and connected with the man's groin, raising him off the ground, legs held apart, face contorted in pain. He collapsed on the ground with a squeal akin to that of a dying rabbit. The other guard put on a stance of Grind, legs parted, right foot before the left. Knees bent. He brandished his sword before him, and the guard behind him ran off to sound the alarm. Masutap smiled.
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He slept on a bed filled with whores. Talisi women with their dark skin and white hair, Remu women with their sandy peppered hair and copper skin, Binorian women with their blonde hair and pale milky skin. He was their God and they flocked to him in worship. He owned all of them, from the frailest to the most able bodied. From the smartest to the daftest. They were all his.
The Highlord of the Eastlocal observed the head of the Talisi woman resting on his thigh, her breathing was deep, her dark naked breasts rising and falling with every inhale and exhale. Five other women slept around him, each as beautiful as the last.
Of all the men in the realm, I alone am the honored one. Shama thought. He caressed his bulging belly with his pudgy fingers the size of sausages. His appearance did pass as grotesque. Bloated, balding with a cleanly shaven head, wide of girth and bow legged. Yet, no man has conquered the bodies of women as he had done. Women who lusted after tall handsome men. Women who sought capable men with astounding intelligence. They all gave in to him, none could deny him and when they did, well, there were ways to make them yield.
An orgy at noon. That was the gist of it, and another orgy before the midnight bell. Life was good, life was beautiful. Shama had thought that after the death of King Vayin Vigon in the hands of the infamous Kolotian, Ishar, that his wealth will dwindle, that his status will come down a step. That the might of Binoria will be a fickle thing after their first loss at war. But of course, this wasn't to be. The Queen, Dahli Vigon, had received the blessing of Meena, passed down from her father. As long as one with the Jojoh Meena, the blessing of Meena, still ruled, then things will stay as they've always been. Dahli had taken over, ensuring that Binoria didn't fall into anarchy, ensuring the Vigon name remained revered. The beautiful blonde haired girl was now the most potent soul upon the realm. How he longed to have her in his bed, parting those pale thighs sinuated with muscle. She'd become quite the fair lady. And her presence oozed power.
Shama wanted her but a thought kept his desires at bay. She'd frowned at him at the recent Highlords meeting with the throne. Apparently, his tastes and businesses didn't bode well with her. The selling of flesh, that is what he partook in with the zeal of a drowning man reaching for a floating oar. Importing women from all over the realm, some came willingly, others reluctantly. But in the end they all came. Their dignity thrown away for the promise of gold vigons. They filled the whore houses and men flocked to them in throngs, lining his pocket with gold vigons
It was his inventiveness that brought him to the top, the Highlord of the Eastlocal was once a position few envied. But his eye, trained in the art of commerce, enabled him to transform the east of Binoria. Creating a network that not only benefited him, but also the crown. And in so doing, despite her frowns and her reluctance to treat with him, she still couldn't voice her displeasure. Dahli needed him, she needed him for the coin necessary to maintain her position upon the crown. To line the pockets of her Legions. She needed him, and one day he will have her. No woman can deny him, and if they did, there were ways to make them give in.
Suddenly, the twin oak doors leading to his bed chambers flew open. The Captain of the Red Guard, in charge of his safety, Shang, walked in. "Highlord." He said with a bow, the women around him stirred. Outside, a bell started ringing, slowly at first then with extreme vigor. Something is wrong. Shang's obvious panic was clear to see. The opened door allowed him to see several Red guards crowded at the door.
"What is the meaning of this?" Shama asked, his beady eyes on Shang. An inhuman scream sounded somewhere within the fortress. Shama's blood chilled in his veins.
"There's an intruder." Shang said while ravaging through the clothes on the floor. He lifted a red jerkin, two sizes too large, the right size for the Highlord. He threw it at Shama and the Highlord hastened to put it on. He ignored the bewildered looks of the naked whores.
"Intruders or intruder?" Shama asked as Shang led him out of his bed chambers. Another scream sounded, closer. The guards at the door, seven of them, crested around him as Shang led the way.
"A woman, she's alone." Shang said.
Shama gripped Shang's arm, halting him. "What do you mean by this? A singular woman causing... causing... this?"
"She's..." Shang hesitated.
"Speak! You fool!"
"She seems to be inhumanly strong and fast. I only saw her fight through a blockade of my brothers, without a sword. She tore my brothers— the Red Guards, to pieces." Shang's eyes became glazed, as if his mind was replaying the mayhem he'd bore witness to. Shama let go of his arm. The trembling was taking him again, starting at the soles of his feet, up his spine around his neck to his hands. It had been so long since he felt this, the animalistic fear confounded on the existence of an unknown, an unknown that sought to see him dead.
"Captain, what is your course of action?" Shama asked.
Shang seemed to shake himself free of his trance. "We're going to take you to the stables, get you on the fastest steed and—" A scream echoed through the halls of the fortress of the Highlord of the Eastlocal. Checking everyone in place.
"What of provisions?"
"There's no time." Shang said. He drew a flat blade from the scabbard at his side. The Guards all around mimicked him, the rustling of steel could be heard, and there, at the Western end of the fortress, screams sounded.
Shang started a brisk walk towards the East end of the Fortress. His boots, soles lined with metal, clancked upon the ground. Shama shuffled close behind Shang, panting like a mare in heat. The Red Guards around him stole glances to their rear, sweat woven with fear formed a sleek mask upon their startled faces. And in those eyes Shama was able to weigh how dire matters were.
A shout sounded from ahead, bringing Shang to an abrupt stop. "How—" His words caught in his throat as a woman caked in blood and gore emerged from the bend linking the hallway they were in to another hallway that led to the stables.
She stood before them and spread out her bloody fingers at Shama. "Highlord, nice to meet you." She waved. "Say, I hear you can show a woman a good time and I'm in quite the mood for a good time tonight."
Shama trembled, the woman seemed vaguely familiar. The angles of her cheekbones , that nose, those eyes. She resembled Dahli.
"Moran and Jesul to me!" Shang commanded. Two of the guards behind Shama moved forward to flank Shang on either side. "Employ any forms, ensure I get close to her so I may employ the form of Awe."
Awe— the grappling technique that ensured the limbs were pinned. Shama saw Shang's ploy. He needed to contain the woman so Shama could move past them and head for the stables. Shama cursed himself for the design of his fortress that allowed for only one route to the stables.
Shang, Moran and Jesul raised their broad swords. One raising it above the head in a form of Rage, the other bringing the blade level with his face in the form of Pride. Shang lowered his blade and the guards flanking him charged, he followed close behind. The woman let out a cry that could only be translated as one of glee. She charged them.
Moran brought his sword down on the woman but she slid on her knees, allowing momentum to push her beyond the reach of his blade. Jesul thrust at her, raising his right leg and angling the sword downwards at her face. But the woman dodged, spun upon the ground on the small of her back and kicked Jesul's leg from under him. Jesul fell and as he raised his head he met with the woman's fist, there was a loud crunch as his face caved in. His hand let go of the sword as his body became limp.
Shang saw the opening and dived at the woman before she could stand. The woman spread her arms wide, welcoming. Shang pounced but instead landed on the woman's upraised knees, she grabbed his leather armor by the collar and flung him behind her and onto Moran. Both of them collapsed on the ground.
She stood up and smiled at Shama.
"Who are you?" Shama asked.
"I'm Masutap, the sister of Queen Dahli." The woman answered.
"Men! Turtle formation! Swords out, save the Highlord! Move you fools!" Shang said as he picked himself up from the ground behind Masutap.
The men around Shama compacted closer. Their swords pointing at Masutap who regarded them with a smirk upon her face. They inched forward, hesitantly at first, then with confidence as they saw their Captain pick up his sword. They all came to a stand still when the eyes of the woman glowed a fierce red, as if she held the Jojoh Meena. And Shama, the Highlord of the Eastlocal, trembled before her gaze.
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Intuition, the immediate cognition without the use of conscious rational processes. It was simple for her, she dodged the sword thrusts and swipes easily. She turned either way, always beyond reach of the blades, always within striking distance. Her strength was a thing of beauty, somehow her frail wrists held the power necessary to crush a throat and crush a throat she did. She didn't tire, she didn't require forms of combat. The power of the Goddess of Order coursed through her veins and with it came rejuvenation.
The Red Guards pounced on her, seeking to put in place the form of Awe. But their efforts were in vain, she side stepped them easily, always on her feet. She saw an opening and like a river emptying into the Rankf sea she took it, delivering a punch to the side of a Guard's chest, feeling as ribs broke and punctured the lung.
**What is the purpose of this?* The Goddess Meena spoke within her mind. An ever present being whose words sought to throw her off, to calm the tempest raging within her. Masutap didn't want calm, she wanted fire and brimstone, she wanted Binoria to burn so their precious Queen will rule nothing but ash. She decreed this with a war cry, plunging into the midst of the Red Guards. She kicked two, flinging them across the hallway. One thrust with his blade but she caught it between her arm and side, she twisted the blade free of his grasp, gripped the hilt and decapitated the man in one swift motion.
She parried a strike to her left, danced free of two thrust then brought the blade down onto a Guard's head. She felt as the blade bit bone and she wasted no time in pulling it free. **What is the purpose of this?* Meena asked once more.
Masutap took three steps back to widen her periphery. "An inferno." She said as she flexed her sword hand. Suddenly, the Guard who was definitely their Captain, reached into the mass of clustered Guards pressed to the wall, away from her. And pulled the Highlord free of the men surrounding him.
"Form a blockade!" He screamed as he tagged and pulled at the distraught Highlord, leading him towards the end of the hallway. The remaining Guards blocked her vision of them. Like a fool she'd been too enthralled by the battle, allowing the Highlord to slowly slip past her, cocooned in the safety of the Guards in their turtle formation. He was making clear his escape and somehow, this aroused her, blowing upon an ember lodged deep within her until it sparked.
**What is the purpose of this?* Like a parrot, the Goddess repeated her question.
"An inferno." Masutap answered and lunged.
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He was sweating profusely, his breath caught in his throat, causing him to choke on air. He followed Shang, feeling the Captain of the Red Guard's displeasure at his inability to keep up. They descended a flight of stairs, taking three at a time. He almost collapsed but the Captain steadied him.
"Not far now my Lord. Just at that bend before us." Shang said. They took the bend and ran clear of the fortress. The horses were just ahead, they rushed to them. Shama took delight in the open air. The stables were void of people, Shama wondered where the stable hands were. They entered the stable and Shang dragged him to the first cubicle on the right where a saddled horse stood.
Shama hastily climbed onto the saddle with the aid of the Captain. Shang placed his Highlord's feet in the stirrups and moved to flank the horse. "Lord." He said, fighting for solid ground that will enable his words to come forth easily. "It has been an honor to serve under you." Shama smiled but his smile proved too little a gesture to carry the weight or their current predicament. "Ride hard for the Capital, ensure the Queen knows of all that's gone down here. I will stay back and hold her for as long as I can." Shang concluded with a crisp salute. The Highlord nodded and with the guidance of his captain upon the horse's reins, they exited the stable "She is a good steed, see the mark of her coat? She can take you far." Shang said once free of the stables. A scream sounded from within the fortress, horrid in its guttural screech. "Go now my Lor—" Shang's words died in his mouth as an explosion erupted at the first floor of the fortress, stone parted, breaking as easily as a clay vase, the window panels and the glass set in place erupted outwards with the stone. Three figures tumbled free of the eruption, tangled in the air, twisting with the fall. They landed, the woman on her feet, knees bent and a fist pressed to the ground, the other two guards lay insensate upon the ground, their bodies a mangled mess. Shang slapped the horse's hide and Shama took of in a gallop.
The Highlord turned back, watched as the woman rose free of the debri and charged Shang. The captain employed a form of Grind but the Highlord's view was hindered by a sharp turn around the cobblestones towards the gate of his fortress. The blood and bodies upon the ground unsettled the horse, forcing its pace to be more hurried and Shama was all the more grateful for it.
She has the Jojoh Meena! Shama thought with awe as the horse broke free of the fortress in a quick gallop that had him bouncing upon the saddle. His thighs felt the brunt force of his escape but he could do nothing but hold on for dear life. This is what I'm reduced to, at the end of the line dependency thrives, in old age your children are those you depend on. I never thought I'd come to rely on anyone throughout my life. Yet here I am, depending on a horse to save my skin. He turned his head back and heaved a sigh of relief. The fortress was dwindling within his periphery, he had made quick his escape. Shama will live to see another day. And when the sun rises and sets, I will bring judgment upon the woman whose very existence rivals my own. Masutap. I will hunt her, she will know no safety within the realm, she will never know peace or a good night's slee— Something unnerved him. There, at the entrance to the fortress, a figure appeared. Following the path charted by his horse. She hopes to outrun my horse? He tilted his head back and laughed. There is faith and delusion and she seems to be enamored by both. To think her capable of outrunning a horse. What a fool what a— His thoughts halted when he turned back, his mouth dropped, his jaw hanging loose. Masutap was catching up, he did not know how but she was gaining on him. She'd been a speck in the distance, barely visible against the backdrop of the fortress. But now her features were getting more defined and her limbs, they were a blur as she pushed forward with inhuman speed.
Panic drove Shama into action, he kicked his heels at the horse's flanks. Willing it to go faster. "Run you fool! Run!" He was frothing at the mouth as the horse went downhill, cutting his view of the one in pursuit. He gripped harder at the reins and screamed, slapping the horse's neck. He looked back to see Masutap emerge upon the hill and start a quick descent after him. He thought about guiding the horse into the wilderness and thought against it seeing that a gallop won't be possible with trees in the way. His only hope was in outpacing her for surely, even one with the Jojoh Meena must tire. He hoped Masutap would relent, he hoped her bloodlust would have proved sated by the guards who'd met their end by her. He hoped that he would live to see the sun climb into the sky one more time. Darkness was setting in and suddenly thoughts of the sun and it's warmth sprouted a yearning within him that made him weep. He turned his head back, she was a hundred paces away. The horse was tiring, it's gallop lazed in vigor. This is the end then, all those afternoons spent indoors hosting orgies. I should have spent them beneath the sun, I should have spent them in the sun He looked back once more, his horse barely keeping pace. The horse threw a shoe and Shama was flung off it. He tumbled onto the ground, his weight rested upon his twisted knee, the sharp pop of the joint led him into an anguished wail. The horse screamed, its fore limbs oddly twisted. The horse thrashed upon the ground and Shama rolled away. He felt weak, he felt defeated and most of all, he felt hopeless.
He lay there, watching the sky, the moon was up, barely half of it adorned the night. He wished it had been full, all those nights when he'd regarded the sky as one would a thing of no consequence. Now he found himself wishing he'd appreciated it more. In the end regrets rule the mind, for in its dying wails no sound of gratitude can be heard.
She came and stood above him, her face blocking the view of the sky. She breathed loudly and for a moment the only sounds around them were from the injured horse and her.
"Dahli will come for you." He opined despite the throbbing pain within his twisted leg.
"Shama, darling," Masutap said as she lowered herself to lie beside him. She chuckled. "Darling, that word. The Goddess Meena loves that word. She uses it a lot. I find it distasteful yet here I am. Calling you darling."
"I have not time for pleasantries." Shama interjected. "Cut my throat and be done with it."
Masutap sighed. "That's not a creative way to kill someone you know. No, how many women have suffered pain beneath you? I have to give answer to that and that means a show. I will drag you to your fortress, there I will strip you naked and castrate you. I will feed you your cock as the women whom you took advantage of watch. Then we'll douse you in Rankf Oil and set you alight."
Shama started weeping. And a new voice joined the fray, he wept, she heaved and the horse screamed.
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The SA tag is only for a minor mention, but i figured it would be appreciated nonetheless. No graphic detail is given.
So I (17 F) recently went on a camping trip with my Dad (41M) and his half of the family (my parents are broken up). In the past, among other things, my father yelled at me for not telling him when I was sexually assaulted. It happened when I was in 6th grade (I was 11) and my dad wasn't told until about a year and a half later when I was 13; he screamed at me for not telling him, and started threatening the kid (not that I blame him for that). He did all of this with my uncle on the car who didn't say anything, but his presence added to the humiliation I already felt about the whole topic.
My dad didn't apologize for this incident until my sister (only a year older than me) and My uncle practically forced him to. Since then, our relationship has obviously been strained since to me the apology felt insincere given that it was pretty much him crying to me that he felt bad for "putting a wedge between us" rather than actually apologizing for screaming at him. I was put in a position where I had to comfort him.
So, shortly following all of this, me and my sister decided to move in with our mom. But would still visit our dad's half of the family for the sake of still seeing them for birthdays, camping trips, large events, etc with me and my sister extending invitations to them for my theater production and her wrestling matches. In both cases, in the event that they showed up, they would leave halfway through because of whatever excuse they gave.
On the camping trips in particular, my dad would get me or my sister alone and start nearly-sobbing about how much he misses us, Despite the fact that he never once has made an effort to reach out first. This has led my sister to stop attending these trips, and I hear an earful about it every time I go without her.
So, that brings us to the most recent trip. Memorial day weekend this year, I was stuck watching my cousins pretty much the whole time. This stressed the hell put of me, and at one point one of the kids even started lashing out at me (this kid is my dads girlfriend-but-not-really's kid), resulting in me lashing back and screaming at him. Looking back, I deeply regret this. Even in my overwhelmed state, it gave me no excuse to scream at him so publicly. I apologized to him about an hour later after everything had settled, and gave him the same sentiment as stated above.
Soon after I screamed at the kid, I was still heated. Feeling lasting anger, and obvious guilt I went into the camper to get away from everything and just talk to my grandma for a bit to clear my head, since she's one of the 3 whole people on that side of the family with an ounce of common sense. But my dad already was in there, and was watching the kid who was still screaming, trying to get me to come back out (this kid is, like, 9 you guys.) but I tuned him out.
So, the mother and my dad both stand up and look at me. I try to explain what happen and just end up crying, mumbling and trying to explain myself, and my dad darts out the door and starts threatening to take the kid back home (and making a very large scene of it too) while the mom goes out to try to calm everyone down.
I tune out a lot of what happens next since my cousins want to play with my hair and I let them, but the kid ends up staying. Once everything is settled, we get a weather warning that it is going to rain so I start helping get the clothes off of the clothing line and bringing it into the camper (where my grandma sleeps) as I was instructed. Once I was done, I sat down outside at one of the picnic tables that each campsite got since the clouds rolling in made the sunset really pretty and it was a nice quiet way to decompress.
But, of course, my dad has to come around. He sits down asking if I'm alright, and I tell him that I am. There is a long pause before he turns to me and says "you know, I like to tell you girls what I get addicted to so you know what to avoid (he has never done this, and in fact has lied to our faces when he got addicted to meth), and I got into gambling recently. I won 13,000 dollars." I give a nod and congratulate him on the money before he continues, "I have enough money to get cruise tickets. Enough for me, you, and your sister. It'd be a great opportunity to bond again." It is at this point that I want to shrivel up and fade away.
I try to end the topic there, saying something like "you should bring this up when we're both here" or something like that, but he pretty much doesn't hear me. "I never get to see you guys anymore, I miss you," he pouts and continues before I can talk "You say you have your summer open until you get a job. I'm going to start feeling some kind of way when you reject my ideas but say you have your whole summer open."
I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything before he adds. "You know, I really thought you guys loved living with me, that you loved life. I don't know what I did wrong." His eyes are watering at this point, and I want to bolt, but I'm practically glued in place. I try to tell him politely that we still love him, that he has good intentions, and I see that, but he never reaches out. He acts like he doesn't hear me, so I backpedal, and eventually my cousin pulls me away (bless her heart) so they could go to the river one more time before the river flooded. After that, I dodged my dad for the rest of the trip, and it's been a couple weeks since.
They do an annual trip for the fourth of July, and given how the last trip went, I really don't want to go. But I feel obligated since nobody else really gives their full attention to my cousins or the other kids like I do.
Would I be the asshole if I didn't go just because of my dad?
TLDR; I think my dad is kind of manipulative, and it's deterring me from the entirety of his side of the family. Nobody else really watches the kids on the trips, so, would I be the asshole if I didn't go to the next trip?

Ok, I know how the title sounds, but before ya’ll grab your torches and pitchforks, let me give you some background info. Also, sorry that it's a long post.
I (35 female) met my husband (40 male, we’ll call him Chris) 11 years ago. We were both still in the party phase of our twenties at that time. We drank excessively, sometimes used recreational substances, and had jobs where that sort of lifestyle was common (I was a waitress, and he worked at a pawnshop). During this time, my money was never well spent (obviously), and I got my car repoed twice, and had to move in with him to survive. This really made him reevaluate our current lifestyle.
Chris dragged me into a healthier lifestyle kicking and screaming. I still wanted to party, but I didn’t want to lose him. What we didn’t know at the time is that I had undiagnosed severe depression, anxiety, and PTSD. The party lifestyle was my way of self-medicating, and we didn’t find this out until much later.
I ended up getting a job as a medical assistant, and he finished his degree and got a government job. We moved across the country, got married, and had a baby, all while I didn’t really have a solid grasp on my mental health struggles.
After the birth of our daughter, I realized that I still had a lot of work to do in order to become the mother that she deserved. I finally saw my doctor about my struggles, got into talk therapy, and was placed on medication. It took a couple of tries, but I am finally on a good regimen, and my mental health is better than it has ever been.
I also took the birth of my daughter as an opportunity to quit my job and start working on a degree of my own. This is where the roles in Chris and my relationship started to become a problem.
As soon as we discussed my plan to go to school, Chris took it upon himself to find a college program for me, and he picked LPN (licensed practical nurse). I explained to him that while I wanted to stay in the medical field, I didn’t want to move into the world of nursing for a variety of reasons. He insisted that it was the best choice for our family, and that I would love it.
I told him that I really didn’t think it would suit me well, but that if he really wanted me to go into nursing, I should try to become an RN, because the pay would be better, and the training would be more comprehensive. Chris disagreed and said that we couldn’t afford for me to be in school for that long.
I really didn’t want to argue with him, and I felt myself shutting down, which is what I’ve always done when presented with conflict.
Day after day he would ask me if I had contacted the school he picked, or if I started the registration process. This constant pressure also made it very difficult for me to move forward. But finally, one day, while he was at work, and our daughter napped, I looked through the different programs available at the school that he picked. I found radiology technologist, and this quickly caught my interest. I called the school, scheduled my placement test, and was put in touch with who would end up being my advisor.
When Chris got home, I told him about what I had accomplished, and how excited I was about this particular program. He looked confused, and said something to the effect of “But I thought you wanted to do the LPN program? When did you change your mind?”
I explained, “No, you wanted me to do the LPN program, and I told you I didn’t want to get into nursing. I only agreed with you because you pushed it so hard. But look, this is also a two-year program, I’ll end up being an X-Ray tech, which I think will suit my strengths a lot better, and it has a lot of the same requirements.”
We ended up agreeing that Rad Tech was the best idea, but his has always insisted that LPN was my idea.
Fast forward two years. I am thriving in school, as a mother, and with my mental health. Our daughter is due to start pre-school in the fall, and I will be transferring schools to complete my degree. I have a 3.9 GPA, I am part of a prestigious honor society, and have earned numerous scholarships. I would like to think that I have grown up immensely in the past few years.
However, Chris still often treats me like a child. He does this in a lot of different ways. I’ll talk about buying a certain toy for our daughter, and if he doesn’t like the toy, he’ll usually just say “No, we’re not doing that.” If I push, he’ll say something to the effect of “You know how I feel about this,” which is his way of saying “End of conversation.” Whatever the issue is, we will almost always navigate through it and find a compromise. I don’t shut down with confrontation anymore and have gotten much better at arguing my points of view. But the way he talks to me seems super dismissive and has the same tone as a strict father talking to a rebellious teen. He can also be a complete man-splainer to an extreme degree.
I finally reached my breaking point with the way he talks to me yesterday. I had gone to my new campus to pick up my student I.D. and to walk around and get a feel for the place. I ended up being able to also get a copy of my class schedule before it was posted online. I realized that they had registered me for a class that I had already completed this past semester.
Chris called me while he was at lunch to chat, and I told him a bit about my day, and the mix up with my classes. I told him that I would make sure updated transcripts got sent to the campus, and I would email my advisor to discuss filling the slot with a different class (To be fair, I did say “with a B.S. class,” but obviously that isn’t how I would phrase it in the email). Chris started telling me “No, don’t do that. First, you have to make sure that you get new transcripts ordered, and then explain to him that you would rather take a humanities class. You can’t say a ‘B.S. class.’” He went on and on for a while.
Essentially, he took almost his entire lunch break to not only tell me what to do, but most of what he said, was what I had already planned on doing. When he had tired himself out with his rant, I stayed quiet, and just said “Ok.” He asked if I was mad, and I simply said “No, but please stop treating me like a child and trust that I will get this done on my own. You basically just took 15 minutes to tell me the exact same thing that I told you.”
Later that night, while I was cooking dinner, he opened the envelope that had my schedule in it, which had my name on it, not his, and started reading the schedule. This is a huge pet peeve of mine, but no matter how often I tell him this, he still does it. He then started trying to explain to me what all the different abbreviations on the form meant (which I already knew), and then started saying that he didn’t like how my schedule was set up. He thought it was too many classes one right after the other (it’s 3 classes in a row and would allow time for me to finish my school day early). He started telling me that I needed to tell my advisor to stretch out my schedule to allow time for a long lunch break, possibly with study time in between, yada yada.
I say yada yada, because I honestly stopped hearing what he was saying after a moment. Was he literally doing the exact same thing that I had asked him to stop earlier that day? Was he really man-splaining my class schedule to me? Was he really under the impression that he could tell me what to tell my advisor? I ended up cutting him off in the middle of whatever he was saying and said “Hey, you’re doing it again. Can you please stop treating me like a child? I’ll take care of this myself.”
He responded “You know I’m just trying to help. But if you don’t want my help, then fine. I’ll just shut up then.”
I lost it at that moment. The flood gates opened, and I honestly had no control over the words that came out of my mouth. I yelled that he wasn’t trying to help, that he was trying to dictate. I threw my GPA in his face, and explained how much I accomplished, while being the full time caregiver to our child, cooking every meal, running every household errand, and keeping our house spotless. I yelled that I wasn’t the dress over my head party girl who needed a guiding hand anymore, and that I was a grown ass responsible woman. I ended it with “You need to stop treating me like a Goddamn child and start treating me like a partner, because I’ve earned it.”
Chris was silent. We haven’t had a fight that involved yelling in years. He wasn’t used to this side of me at all. Eventually he apologized, said that I was right, and then went to have some alone time to process everything.
Here’s why I think that I may have been the asshole, and no, it’s not him trying to gaslight me into thinking I am. As I play the whole thing back in my head, I can’t help but think that I seriously crossed a line or two. First, our daughter, who is only two years old, was in the room with us. I never want us to be the type of parents that yell and scream in front of her.
Second, in the span of just a couple of years, I basically completely flipped the script on him. The beginning, and most of our relationship was spent with him being the grown up, and me being the screw up. I have essentially changed my entire brain chemistry with medication, have had talk therapy to help me grow as a person. Basically, I’ve reinvented myself. While all this has happened over the course of two years, you’d be surprised how quickly that time flies by in your late thirties/early forties, especially with a baby/toddler thrown into the mix. To Chris, it really could seem like this change, and my anger has come out of nowhere.
Also, just because I’ve changed, doesn’t mean that he has. He hasn’t been through the same hormonal and chemical changes that I’ve been through. Maybe I am the asshole for expecting the person he has always been to suddenly conform to the new me.
So what’s the verdict? Am I the asshole?

I have been at my company for 2.5 years and work FT remote. I have always loved my job, company, and my team. Never had an issue with my performance and every quarterly/annual review I've had was always positive. My relationship with my colleagues and manager has always been really good.
My role is a hybrid of two different roles (one being a PM if there are open projects and the other is essentially an analyst). In the beginning of the year, we had layoffs, so naturally, I was given a little more responsibilities which I was fine with. One of them involved working closely with the accounting department. Long story short, I am new to using this software and a big chunk of it is for accounting purposes (I have no accounting background btw). With some data entries, I've made a few mistakes but I have worked closely with the accounting manager to learn from her and it's basically something that takes practice over time. Usually when I have to make some updates or input data and get something wrong, she'd communicate with me and we'd go over it together. Recently, instead of her normally reaching out to me, she went directly to my manager and said she's been unhappy with how I've been doing this and she didn't like how I talked to her. I've only communicated with her via slack, which my manager is in the same channel and my tone is very friendly and I am very responsive. She asked me to get something done by Friday but that she'd be OOO that day. By Friday, I completed her ask but I didn't think about replying because 1) she was OOO and 2) I knew she'd go check Monday if I did it bc she always does. Apparently, she didn't like that.
I have weekly 1:1s with my manager and we have a really good relationship and out of no where he brings up how he's been told that "someone" isn't happy with my errors and communication style. So we try to resolve this "issue". At the end of the conversation, he said he'll send an email to me to recap our conversation for "documentation". I immediately felt like they were trying to build a case on me and put me on a PIP and it was frustrating because I have never had a performance issue and this came up so abruptly. After reading his email, I asked to speak to him to clarify some things. In the email, he also included some miscellaneous things and one of them being the job description (mind you, when I got hired, they changed my role last minute and I never got a formal offer letter summarizing my role the way he had it written in the email).
I got straight to the point and asked him if this an email involving HR and if I was on a PIP. He said not at all, but that he just needed it documented so that when that accounting manager asks about our conversation, he can refer to it. (I'm not buying it). Then I asked if I'm on a PIP or on the road to one and he said absolutely not. So I asked if he can explain the "communication issue" because I work remotely and I only talk to very few people via Slack/Email and so if it's an issue, I'd like to know when that incident took place so I can learn from it. He was beating around the bush but eventually told me it was the same person. I'm still confused what the issue was because he couldn't tell me exactly (all communication is on Slack and he's in all the threads). He said that person could've just had a "bad day" and reported me (example: he said it could've been the way she misinterpreted the tone of my message and that maybe i could've come off too formal). Then I asked if I had ever underperformed and he said no. When he said that, I was confused as to why then he had to write an email highlighting my responsibilities if he verbally said I never underperformed. He basically said he wants me to overperform and do more than what the highlighted job description is. If that's the case, I'm willing to do that, but why write it in an email making it sound like I was underperforming?
Anyways, it's unfortunate that this person I recently started working with has now made me look really bad but my manager has to "document" everything when the entire time I've been at my company, I have done everything that has been asked of me and have great relationships with everyone.
Am I being paranoid and should I still consider this as something that can be used against me in the future even though my manager said it's nothing formal and HR is not involved in this?

I AM NOT OOP. OOP IS u/BabyBaconBits
Originally posted on relationships
Content warning: blood
1 update - medium-ish
Original Post (recovered with rareddit) - June 4th, 2024
Update - June 6th, 2024
My husband keeps telling other people about my periods
I (31F) am married to my wonderful husband (35M). We have also recently become first-time parents to our beautiful baby.
My husband is pretty much perfect in every single way...except for one, recurrent issue. He keeps telling other people very sensitive information about my gynecological health. Examples of this include: - Telling his mother details about my menstrual cycle - Telling his male boss when I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids - Specifying exactly what kind of doctor's appointment we are going to (IUD insertion) when asking his mother to babysit for us
I have told him that him sharing this kind of sensitive information about what is going on in my pants bothers me, and he has apologized every time. This morning though, he did it AGAIN.
I had a very severe first postpartum period last night, so bad that the health line nurse recommended we call 911. It was so bad, I was almost fainting from blood loss. I refused to go to the hospital, but my husband took the day off work to stay home and look after me and the baby today. I am still feeling weak and dizzy today, so I appreciated this.
HOWEVER, this morning over breakfast, my husband mentioned that he had explained why he wasn't at work to a male coworker over text. As in, he had described exactly what was going on with me, my fibroid issue, the bleeding, everything. Bear in mind that I have never even met this male coworker, and certainly wouldn't have shared this kind of information with him of my own volition.
I got upset, my husband apologized, familiar scenario yet again. I get it, he feels good commiserating about my admittedly very stressful and difficult to manage 'lady problems' with his married coworkers and his mom. It helps him cope, especially after a night spent trying to decide whether I need to be rushed to the emergency room. Still, I AM NOT COMFORTABLE with strangers (or his mother!) knowing the details of what's currently happening in my poor, malfunctioning uterus.
So, am I justified in getting increasingly more irritated and upset with my husband every time I find out that's he's been discussing my gyno issues with other people, even though he says it helps him decompress/explain absences from work?
How should I handle this situation?
Tldr: My husband keeps telling people details about my period problems. Am I justified in being upset, even when he's supporting me through these issues?
Edit: My husband is not autistic, nor does he have ADHD. Normally he is quite good about not sharing something once I tell him the subject is off-limits. For some reason, he just doesn't seem to be able to get on board with the idea that anyone should find this kind of information embarrassing or invasive.
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[Comments are quite varied. Many are very harsh about husband, some mention reddit classic of divorce. A number of commenters helpfully advise OOP to start telling everyone that her husband has ED, diarrhea, shits his pants, etc. ]
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Jesus, these comments. If he needs to talk to someone so badly HE should see a therapist.
Your medical information is literally that, yours. It's a breach of trust to talk about it without your permission.
If this was a post about a wife constantly talking to her female coworker and father about her husband's quick ejaculation or impotence, I'm sure people would be defending him. Father-in-law casually bringing up his medical issues, "Hey champ, heard you're having a little problem downstairs. Don't worry, my plumbing ain't what it used to be." Yeah, I'm sure that seems totally okay.
That is EXACTLY what this feels like! 😂😅🥲 My MIL has literally tried to bring up the volume of my period flow and make recommendations regarding it, after my husband over-shared with her. To say this made me uncomfortable is the understatement of the year. And the thought of his male coworkers knowing similar details makes me want to crawl into a hole and grow moss. 😶‍🌫️
I would never be able to go to a work event if my husband told his coworkers about my vagina in any way, and I'm not a very prudish person at all. I just feel like your personal health issues are your own unless YOU choose to disclose them. That's literally why HIPAA* laws exist in the first place.
That's what I told my husband this morning; that I am officially never going to any of his work events, if this information about my gynecological health has been shared around his office. He seemed startled, but also kind of like it was starting to click just how unhappy I was that his coworkers are privy to my personal info.
I totally get it, I would feel prejudged and so exposed. Like a specimen on a table. In a room full of strangers who know intimate details about my genitals. That's some horror movie shit, honestly lol.
YES. THIS. EXACTLY THIS!!! jumping and waving and pointing at this comment THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL, and I just wish there was some way for my husband to vent and process his feelings without spilling the scariest and most vulnerable moments of my intimate health to total strangers/my lacking-in-boundaries MIL. 😵‍💫
Update - 2 days later
Okay. Wow. My original post devolved into a mess of...something.
So first of all, a few extra things to clarify:

• Yes, I understand that refusing medical advice to go to the hospital carries risks. Where we live though, unless you are literally on Death's doorstep, you will wait 12+ hours in an ER to be triaged. Sitting in a growing pool of my own blood, with our baby, in a crowded waiting room, did not sound like a helpful place to be. Especially since I already know what's wrong with me (I'm 3 months postpartum with large, symptomatic uterine fibroids) and no, I am not open to the possibility of a hysterectomy at this time. I want more kids.
• No, my husband is not autistic, narcissistic, or in any other way developmentally or emotionally limited. Neither is he abusive. Jeezus, people, now I'm offended FOR my husband.
• No, my own family does not live nearby. During the fallout of my traumatic labour and emergency C-section, my MIL and FIL were literally the only family support that we had on-scene. My MIL definitely has a habit of being a chronic over-sharer with much fewer personal boundaries than me, but she 100% means well. Even though it makes me a little embarrassed when she does things like send over various herbs and teas with FIL, along with detailed instructions on how to use them for 'menstrual problems', I also get that she's doing it from a place of caring.
• Yes, husband and MIL are chronically up to their eyeballs in each other's lives. Always have been, always will be. He is an only child, and she was a single teenage mother when he was born. Plus mothers being super involved in their adult children's lives is a bit cultural for them. Do I sometimes wish he would share less about our married life with her? Heck yeah! Is that a hill that I can/will die on? Nope. I knew this about my husband when I married him.

So...
The suggestions on my original post ranged from helpful (clarify boundaries, seek support, see the issue from both perspectives) to, frankly, toxic and abusive (spread his personal medical information around publically, berate him, insult him, leave him in the dark about my health status, and my personal favourite, threaten to leave him).
Y'all, this man literally does everything and more for me. He held me through serious prenatal/postpartum depression, drove me back and forth across the city to seek help for my issues, sits up with me at midnight on the bathroom floor to ensure that my bleeding eventually stops during an episode, stays home with me when I'm anemic to watch over both me and our baby, changes diapers, cooks me food, lets me dictate the pace of our postpartum sex life, checks that I'm taking my meds, does all the heavy-lifting housework, tells me he loves me, reassures me, comforts me...
Does this give him a free pass to discuss my gynecological issues in public? No.
So, he and I sat down yesterday and established clear rules. He officially has my permission to discuss my Lady Problems with the one other lady of importance in his life...his mom. It helps him process after a scary episode (he admitted to crying out of fear for my safety after I finally fell asleep following the latest bloodbath), and his mom is our biggest support.
As for work, he is to say that "My wife is struggling with postpartum medical issues." No less, no more. If his boss needs further info, we will have my midwife draw up a doctor's note. My husband agreed to this, apologized, we kissed and made up. I also promised to remember to take my iron pills. Because anemia.
As for me, I learned a valuable less here. Be careful soliciting advice from the internet, because everyone will bring their own baggage to the issue. It's a little concerning how quickly so many people will figuratively advocate for flogging a loving husband in the public square, just because he's not handling a single issue perfectly. 💔
Thank you to everyone who gave constructive, thoughtful advice.
tldr: My husband and I talked, clearly established boundaries, kissed and made up. Reddit is nuts.
Relevant Comments
grumpy__g
Didn’t you mention that you did all of that before? And that he again and again ignored your wishes?
While I had grumbled and expressed that I didn't like other people knowing about my gyno issues, I hadn't actually laid down clear Yes/No boundaries and established a script that my husband could use.
Now my husband knows exactly who he can and cannot discuss my issues with, and what to say to people whom he cannot elaborate with.
Good. Let’s hope he understands this time.
I stand with my advice to not tell him anything till he learns. But also to tell him that you would do the same to him and to see how he reacts/would like it. Not that you really should tell people about his problems.
cartoonist62
I'm glad you've found a solution you are happy with. But please, talk to your doctor about iron infusions. Supplements are fine for normal anemia, not for people with chronic bleeding conditions like this!
Thanks for the reminder! I actually did get a series of IV iron infusions in the final weeks of my pregnancy, because my anemic fainting was to the point where my husband couldn't leave me unsupervised. 😱 Might be time to go in for another infusion...
Some commenters feel called out and have some thoughts about that
Redditor A
You also this audaciously rude in person, or do you keep your “oh my you broken people” schtick to Reddit? Those people were outraged on your behalf, god forbid.
Just say thank you for the free advice you got from the internets that solved the issue you couldn’t on your own, OP.
Redditor B
This post is so weird. I’m sorry you found it so upsetting that people were upset and worried for you. They came to that conclusion based on your own description of your husband’s completely inappropriate behavior. But you’re right, everybody else is the problem, not you, not your husband who talks about your vagina to his boss. That’s totally normal, respectful husband behavior!
Redditor C
Wow. The way you viciously attack and judge well-meaning strangers on this platform is appalling. Ok, Karen. We get it. Your clueless husband is not abusive and in fact he's a downright saint 😵‍💫.
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So my (32f) partner is a alcoholic (28m). Because we live together I started drinking with him and by 7pm i am absolutely smashed. I've been acting like a idiot last couple days when I've drank a lot of beers so today I wasn't drinking. I left the flat for an hour and a half and he went to see our neighbour. He had some beers there but said it was only (one). He was drinking his second by the time he came up. Anyway I came back and ordered food. His friend came over to pick something up and brought us both a bottle of beer. He drank his and I was drinking water because I didn't feel like drinking today. He asked if he can have My beer.... ya OK whatever. His friend left and I put a movie on. He was being abnoxious and rude to our other neighbour. Asking him how he's got no money left after getting paid today. I said it's none of your business and you're not His accountant. He was being loud and annoying and as usual a single movie was taking hours to watch like it does when he's absolutely smashed. He asked me for money to get some 'munchies' I've sent him 15 pounds. He came back with bread, cheese etc but honestly think he either spend some more money on the beers and drank it quick to hide it from me or drank more then one at the neighbours. He was being so annoying. He was making my brain hurt I just wanted to chill. He asked me for money again.... I said what for? He said potatoe chips.... I said how much do u need? And he kept saying the same thing 3 times. Now finally I snapped and screamed at him that he's annoying!!! He asked me why am I screaming at him I said because you're annoying and obviously drunk. He went to the shop and asked me to send him £10 for potatoe chips when they are like £3 max lol I said I'm not sending him 10 and he can have 5. He said fine then left them came back a minute later saying forget it. I said fine. Then he started screaming and ranting at me as he left again. He was telling me to die and 'fuck you' is this ungrateful guy serious? I pay for 90 percent of everything. He lives off me and tells me to die. I said I'm going to my grandma's house. He said let me ring John (his friend) I said I'll ring him myself when I'm in the uber. As I was getting ready to go through the past he pushed me, kicked me hard twice, threw my phone on the phone and tried to stamp on it. Screamed what a bitch I am. I was in tears and shouting at him to stop whilst I was going past him. He shut the door and was screaming more in the flat. He rang me off our neighbours phone and said he is deleting me off fb, taking me off tenancy agreement and he is done with me. All because as usual he's drank so much alcohol and can't control himself but he a massive dick to me. He's going to meet with his friend and go on a cocaine binge for the weekend and owe his friend even more money he owes him £150 at the moment.... no wonder he never has any money. I'm 91 days clean and I'm proud of myself. Just don't know why I'm getting attacked and he's constantly annoying me when all I wanna do is chill. This SUCKS

Hey guys, first time posting after a long time lurking.
I know I shouldn’t be coming on to make a post with heightened emotions but I wanted to hear about everyone’s experience with the ‘haram police’. I’m trying to sleep the stress off but the sleep isn’t taking me.
I want to start with that I’d like to think that I’m a good Muslim sister. I’m supportive and empathic and do my best to be a good friend. I pray my salah, fast, give zakat. I dress properly and do not wear revealing clothes, don’t drink, smoke, do drugs or go party etc, just shy and try to keep to myself but I am chatty icl maybe that’s my downfall.
I also don’t bark at people for doing haram because I feel it’s not my right you know? I probably have loads of flaws myself and point fingers to myself first and god forgive me for saying this but I wonder why our fellow Muslim brothers and sisters and hijabis are quick to make you feel like shit because you’re not an ultra conservative salafi?
I’ve been criticised growing up about EVERYTHING and sick to my core of it. I totally shut down with anxiety when I have to deal with this bs. How do you guys (if you do) deal with this kinda stuff? Does being “too liberal”, as I was told by a niqabi friend for talking to the cashier, equate to being haram?
What is ‘too’ liberal and what’s ‘too’ conservative? Where would we draw the line?
The hijab thing is what’s pissing me off right now. A few times during a walk in the city centre, I got some random dawah dude telling me to wear hijab. The hijabi aunties telling me to wear hijab. The hijabi sisters looking me up and down disgusted at me for not wearing hijab, while she’s wearing a turban style one with a tight ass abaya where I can see her buttcrack. Basically I’m an outsider to a club for not wearing hijab. I’ve isolated myself because of this and completely stopped making “sister friends“.
Then there’s the haram police. Recently in some prayer chat I’m in is being flooded with long paragraphs that sending emojis is haram. There’s always a new fatwah of something being haram. One of my salafi cousins pissing me off telling me I need a mahram for things she did too (moving out and partially umrah), for her everything is haram… and don’t get me started with the one hijabi friend we all have who gives you shit and haram police’s you for every little thing, like jokes you make and how you pray, only for her to one day take her hijab off and forget all of that above ^.
I’m in the uk. Epicentre of salafism where even the non Muslims, who know a little of Islam, question ‘why I’m not like them’. That I don’t wear hijab and why do I happily mingle with everyone etc. I understands this because for them, they’re curious and I’m the only Muslim they know personally and thus become the source of their information (I work in a white/ non Muslim dominated area).
I’m feeling super emotional and vulnerable so no hate pls, be nice. I understand this is coming off against hijabis and it’s not, I have some revert sister friends who struggle to wear it as they live in places where it’s tough so I support them. My real sadness is coming from the haram police because sometimes I can barely speak without their comments. For instance, I recently had something major happen to me and I mentioned that a week leading up to it, I sensed something was wrong. We all get intuitive feelings right? Then this *** brother tells me it’s haram to think like that and prophet said to be positive and such feelings yada yada yada.
I want some advice basically on how to navigate being in Europe with ultra conservative folk everywhere that’s now taking over the world. Not that it’s a bad thing but the constant belittling and criticism is getting to me. I feel sick and think that I’m in the wrong and if so, what do I do? I love Islam but the people … not so much.
Rant over, I hate ranting but I guess I need someone to give me a pat on the shoulder and tell me I’m not alone.
Gonna go cry to my mom now lol.

Hey. We all feel like there was a bit of a rug pull this morning. I don't think anyone anticipated another offering announcement. You said during your stream, "hey look, I'm making it go down" "where's the eject button to just cut me off." You're not responsible for what the stock does. You helped illuminate systemic fraud and corruption that has opened the eyes of thousands of people. My faith is not in you. But it's encouraging to see your steadfast belief. You've done your dd, and you like the stock.
Let's get back to that. I like the stock. I too think it's undervalued and that it's fundamentals - leadership, board, capital, etc are continuing to improve. So I like the stock.
I also like the idea of being a millionaire. I like the idea of buying a house for my family. I dream about giving to people around me in a huge way. I crave the idea of a fair and free market. The world has changed so much just in the past decade+ -- and I wish there was some way to fight against the constant beat down and manipulation. I'm going to keep holding; onto my hope, belief and stock. Holding and being good to other people is the only way I know how to fight right now. You read the headlines. So much is bullsh!t and we know it and see it. Thanks for the live stream today. You don't owe anyone anything, but would be fun if you started doing them again. You seem like a good dude. I enjoy your memes, your wit, and humor. You're smart, don't let anyone get you down. Stay strange. All apes are honestly rooting for you.

I 16M, and my brother 15M live with my father 37M and it is a living hell. My brother and I are in a group chat with our mother who was kicked out of our property thanks to my father with their ongoing divorce. Their divorce started basically because of my father's binge drinking and he would begin to lash out at my mom and just act useless and be deplorable. The sad thing is, is he thinks he can spend money to buy me and my brother's love (Fortnite cards, video games, etc). He even pretends to be sugar sweet when in reality he sends my mom horrible messages basically demeaning her as a human being. He always needs to be in control, like with money, clothes you wear (if they're dirty or not), and what you do in your day to day life. As I'm writing this he invited people to this "cookout" with relatives from his side we resent, (uncle, aunt, cousin, and grandma). He also texted me saying "Yeah, I really can't, bud. I have my bosses out here and I need to impress them." when I asked if they could tone things down. He also has a disabled brother with autism who is non-verbal, and cant do anything for himself, (clothing himself, bathing, etc), and he, and my grandma just leaves him in the house whenever he has guests, completely disregarding his needs. Not only that, he gets mileage checks to take him places, but all he's ever at is his home because he doesn't take him anywhere. I barely use Reddit, I've talked to my mom about reporting him to the police for what he's doing to me and my brother emotionally, but I know if I were to do that, I'd be in foster care, and I don't want that at all. He has made Facebook statuses about women he'd like to have sexual intercourse with, while he was married to my mom, and he completely disregarded their marriage together at times. He treats me and my brother like we're toddlers for no reason, even though I'm 16 and he's 15, he hasn't worked a day in his life; when he was married to my mom, he'd usually dump his brother on her, and make her watch him even though it's his job. My mom now lives multiple towns away because of his antics of all of these factors, I have a high reputation in the small town I live in, I played football and basketball for my high school, and pretty much anyone in my town knows my name. Anytime halftime would come around playing football, he'd sneak away to go drink beer. This isn't the NFL, you can't be drinking at a high school football game. I'm thinking of starting over, and moving down to where my mom is at, train for football and basketball, get a part time job to pay for a car and my probationary license, and graduate in a different high school because that's what my father has caused me to think like. I've even had thought's of suicide because of how he treats my family; a year prior to all of this my grandfather died of leukemia, and he puts all of his drinking on that, he claims he's never done it before that, but he's asked me for so many years to fetch him beers. You know the "When son won't fetch me beers" meme? I don't even find it funny because of what feels like trauma hits me. It gets worse, he even said I'd be a good bartender even though I hated dropping everything I'm doing to fetch him beers. Some nights it got so bad, I'd have to give him two at one time. He has also talked behind my mom's back to her parents, and now they won't even talk to her. But enough about my father, let's talk about my "relatives".
First: My grandma. She is just as if not worse than him. She is a narcissist, she does Christmas as bribery for putting up with her narcissism, and if you don't do anything her way, she takes a present away. Not only that, but she hated my mom for many years as well (underpaying her, kept her away from my disabled uncle, etc). She is also very disgusting, she pees and poops in her pants, and doesn't bother to change. She laughs it off, like it's a big game, and sits in it. Her and my father died laughing as I was holding their closet door shut trying not to get scratched by their cat they pick on as well. She condones homophobia, racism, and transphobia, she always thinks you're lying when something needs to get done with her life. She claims to be a Christian, when in reality she cherry-picks The Bible. She also has disowned my transgender cousin who identifies as male, saying how "it's the devil's work on why he's transgender".
Second: My uncle. He is a failure. He has 5 children, 4 of them are with his current wife (my aunt) and they all hate him. He cut off his first born daughter and grandchild, only God knows why, he drinks, he says racist slurs, he pretty much discriminates everybody, and his opinion always needs to be heard, and it's usually about politics. He also disowned my cousin who happens to be transgender, which is makes him a horrible uncle to him
Third: My aunt. She is such a backstabber, she literally can't say anything to your face, she can't discipline her kids, she's a failure of a mother, together, her and her husband (my uncle) go bar hopping to let their kids (my cousins) "raise themselves" and she claims my mom has abused my uncle while taking care of him in place of my father. She, like my uncle, and grandmother, have also disowned my transgender cousin, and misgender him on the daily and dead-name him.
Last but certainly not least: My cousin, (a different cousin). She is a recently graduated high school student and has her whole life ahead of her, but instead rather tries to spy on my mom, and try to "relate" to me and my brother, when there's nothing to relate to only that her parents are divorced as well. Young and impressionable, but decides to throw her life away for alcohol and parties.
So in conclusion, my father's side of the family are hateful, bigoted, and live by their own rules based on their narcissism. They don't care if you're disabled or not, they don't care if you have a different opinion because it's always wrong and they're always right. You can't do anything, wear anything unless it's father approved, and you can't buy anything within a certain budget because he has to control money as well. My grandma has to have Christmas AKA the bribery for her narcissism and is probably worse than my father in terms of bigotry; disowning my transgender cousin, and cherry picks Bible verses on her day to day life.

Hello. I've been studying astrology for roughly 15 years, so about half my life. In 2012 I had a friend stab me in the back in a very cruel manner, after that incident I began to focus my astrological research towards determining a persons potential for evil. There is one aspect(s) that I have seen time and time again in people whom i'd consider "evil". This is none other than harsh Sun-Pluto aspects. It could be Sun Square Pluto, Sun opposition Pluto, or Sun contra-parallel Pluto. They all exhibit the same energy. However, I'd say the square is the nastiest, and the most frequent one I encounter. Now, evil is a subjective term, so i'll explain some of what i've seen in these people. For one, they are control freaks, you won't see them admit it, but their behavior speaks for itself. They often enjoy mind games, imposing themselves onto others psychologically. They enjoy power tripping people, they enjoy applying pressure onto others in an attempt to make them feel powerless. I have also seen them exhibit sadistic tendencies (complete lack of remorse towards the suffering of others, often times with them as the culprit). There are many aspects/placements which i'd consider dangerous, but the harsh aspects between Sun-Pluto are my #1 red flag when looking at a chart. I do not base this off a handful of encounters, but dozens. I would say if you have some sort of relationship with a person with any of these aspects you are extremely likely to encounter something along the lines of what i've just explained. It's draining, they're energy vampires, using others to fulfill a sadistic urge. While they seldom become violent and will usually back down when confronted, I have no doubt that if they knew they'd be able to get away with something "sick" many would indulge in the opportunity.
I make this post to spread awareness, not to hate on any placement. Are there exceptions? Of course. But more often than not, this is how it will play out. Human beings are often "weak", Pluto energy, especially harsh Pluto energy can be difficult to overcome/handle responsibly, many choose to simply embrace it and live only for themselves. I believe all energy can be harnessed for good, but unfortunately, many fall short.
Other red flags you should watch out for Mars conjunct/parallel Pluto and harsh aspects from asteroid Nessus to personal planets.

I (39F) am staring down the barrel of 40 and having a really hard time with the concept of aging. I am grieving how I used to look, and how I used to get more positive attention -- not just romantic or sexual, but for example, people tended to treat me better even in the grocery store.
More than that, I am grieving how I used to feel, and how I had SO much time ahead of me to do so many different things. Now I'm realizing how short life really is, and I'm beginning to feel actual grief about the years that have passed, and the way I can't go back to being 23 in a bar with a zillion friends, or learning how to network and navigate the professional world. Or 28 and at my lovely wedding ceremony. Or 33 and really starting to "make it" in my career.
To be clear, I'm grateful about what I already have, which is a lot! I'm healthy and have a good career with a lack of financial stress, a loving husband, strong social support with good friends, fun hobbies, etc. I also know that I couldn't have built this life without, y'know, having invested real time into all of these things. It took decades to build these things. Of course it did.
That doesn't make me feel completely better about where I'm headed, though. I feel bad when I see old people who can't get around as easily as I can, who have health problems that I currently don't, whose minds aren't as sharp as they once were. I deeply fear and grieve this inevitable decline.
I am already doing everything I can to keep myself in fantastic health, and I am able and willing to spend money on whatever cosmetic interventions can help me keep looking as good as possible. But there are limits to that, and it's not all about appearances either! What do I do when I notice each new little thing slipping away? How do I keep myself from dying inside when I start to realize I need reading glasses? When I go through menopause? (That's one I'm REALLY dreading.) When I can't keep up as well as I used to physically? When I start to notice my own mental decline?
What advice do you have for me, to help me stop fearing and pitying my future self?

I'll just start by saying that I actually do not believe that there are always two sides to a story. I think it's a very dangerous path to go down in situations of abuse, because it opens up opportunity to blame the victim or attempt to pick out moments in the story where someone can say "well, I can see why [the abuser] would feel or say _____" and somehow justify the abuse. But abuse is cumulative, it's often death by a thousand cuts, and victims stay in the cycle because their abusers convince them of that very same idea, that somehow they are entitled to act the way they do because [insert some flimsy exuse that deflects responsibility onto the victim here].
My backstory is my best friend was a covert narc. Shit hit the fan, she discarded me. Looking back, I can see exactly who she is. But we have many mutual friends who all still love her (and maybe still love me too, I don't know, I left the friend group), who wanted to "stay neutral." And while I understand the concept and I think that's a noble, mature stance in most situations, in the case or narcissistic abuse, this is how narcissists are able to keep doing what they do. They bank on other people being willing to stay neutral or give them a free pass. And, as abuse goes, it's very difficult for the victim to explain what happened behind closed doors because of plausible deniability, because emotional abuse is hard to spot or explain, because everything looks perfectly fine on the outside, because sometimes we don't even know what's happening until we are discarded.
I was met with most all of our shared friends saying this same thing to me-- "I don't want to get involved, I want to stay neutral" etc etc. And I was unendingly frustrated by this. I understand they don't see the truth of the narcissist, but I do now, and I needed to leave and get away from these people who don't see what I see so I could heal. And so I left my entire community (oftentimes scapegoats choose to their leave entire family for the same reason!). It's beyond painful to have to leave otherwise well-intentioned people behind because you know what you know about the narcissist, but they haven't seen it yet, and you don't know if they ever will. And when you leave, you open yourself up to the intense vulnerability of criticism and judgement from literally everyone who doesn't understand, and you trailblaze your own path, guided by the truth you have inside you. It's fucking scary, and lonely, and I can't even say I've grieved it all yet. I'm certain that those I left behind have labeled me as childish "she just wanted me to take her side" nonsense, but the truth is that we can only heal from abuse in environments where we can be fully honest about what happened to us, call it by its proper name ABUSE, and be fully believed and championed by the people surrounding us.
I've watched some reels on Instagram of people explaining their situations where they were being blatantly abused, like fully financially abused or physically abused or emotionally abused, or all of the above, and people are literally in the comments saying "there's two sides to every story..."
What the fuck??
Like a person says their spouse of nearly a decade makes $250k a year, but they have access to none of it because they are locked out of bank accounts and have to ask for money when they need it, and they don't even receive enough allowance to cover monthly bills. Blatant financial abuse. But there are people in the comments saying "well she's probably buying expensive handbags and jewelry and that's why she's cut off... there's two sides to every story..."
Another example...A woman is telling her story about how she found out her husband was cheating on her, so she confronted him and he bashed her head into a wall... There's literally people in the comments saying "well there's two sides to every story...she was probably unfaithful first..."
I struggle with this concept so much. Like...YES it's important to consider all the details, and we shouldn't just choose sides willy nilly. But at the same time, when someone is being literally abused and seeking help and support, and then they get hit with "I want to be neutral...there's two sides to every story" it just blows my mind.
Furthermore, oftentimes emotional abuse is so subtle and manipulative that we don't even realize what's happening. Sometimes its our therapist that points out, "hey, it sounds like you're being emotionally abused." Or it's our parent. Or a friend. Or a spouse who calls out an abusive friend. Whatever the case, sometimes noninvolved parties can witness what's happening from an outside view and label what's happening as abuse, and hopefully support the victim to get the hell out of dodge.
And after I was discarded, it took a few months to figure out who this covert narcissist was, but it started to click and I told my friend "that person was abusive...I'm seeing it now for what it was" and she literally said "well, I haven't had time to get to know this person yet." This same "friend" is someone who often wants to look at all sides of the story, and she watched me get bullied and exiled in the name of "staying neutral." So I left that friendship. Because I firmly believed that there wasn't two sides, and she wasn't "neutral," she was complicit.
I don't even know why I'm writing all this. My head spins when I think about this concept. Yes, of course, neutrality is good when we don't know all the details. But what about when someone - the real victim, not the one playing the victim - realizes they are being abused and needs support? And that's the scary part. Sometimes we don't know if we're dealing with the real victim or the one playing the victim, and I guess that's why we should stay neutral until we have all the information.
I am just so wary of this phrase nowadays. It's all a mindfuck.

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There are also new rules to control how much rent can go up each year. These rules aim to keep rent from increasing too much, tying the maximum increase to economic measures like the Consumer Price Index (CPI). While these rules help keep rent affordable, they also mean landlords might not fix up properties as much because they make less money. If renters have to move because the landlord needs to do big repairs or change the use of the property, the landlord now has to help pay for the move. This makes it easier for renters to find and afford a new place to live. These changes are meant to make renting fairer and more stable for everyone. If landlords need help understanding these new rules, they can work with a property management company like Good Life Property Management, which has a lot of experience and can make renting out property easier.
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I have made several posts on reddit before with this same issue. I was originally given estrogen cream and I tried it a while. I stopped because I didn’t think it was helping. Then I found out it could take a long time to start helping.
Since stopping, I have started pelvic floor PT and I’ve been going a couple months now and haven’t had any relief. I will prob end up stopping that too but I’ll stick with it a little while longer. Today my physio told me that my labia minora is reabsorbing which she said tells her it is an estrogen deficiency issue. She also mentioned LS as a possibility (she mentioned this the first day I met her. But she based that thought off of skin color, and not the labia resorption… I have went to a gyno with that concern. I haven’t had a biopsy but the gyno said she doesn’t think it’s that, that her kid has LS and it didn’t look like that. The gyno also said nothing about the labia. Actually I’ve been to 3 gynos and none of them have mentioned it) Anyway, I am willing to start the E cream again BUT, I had a CT scan a month ago and it said I have a possible uterine fibroid. Which I have since learned uterine fibroids only exist in estrogen dominant environment. I am like stuck in between a rock and a hard place and emotionally.. I am about done. I cannot live like this.
I am having an internal ultrasound on the 10th. (My second one. First one two years ago found nothing. Now the CT scan person said he recommends one) So here I go again to do that on Monday.
I have asked the last gyno I saw and a gyno online if fibroid and cyst (which they also found on the CT scan) can contribute to my symptoms and both said no, that these are things pretty much all women get and wouldn’t be causing my issues.
I have burning and irritation in my vagina mostly on the left side. My physio has said yes my muscles are tight. She has released them 3 times now for me internally and I tried doing it once myself and I still have no relief from the burning. It also burns in that area when i pee. Sex is impossible. The THOUGHT of sex is impossible. And i don’t know how much longer I can take this. Not only not being able to be with anyone but also the constant burning and irritated feeling I have all the time. It is all the time. It fluctuates in pain level though but it never ever feels good down there anymore. 3 years of dealing with this. I don’t know if this is vulvodynia but I am going to cross post this.
My question is should I use this E cream in hopes it helps my skin irritation, muscles being tight, and labia issue and risk more fibroids or making the one I have increase? Has anyone dealt with having uterine fibroids but using E cream anyway?