As the title says, but I will go into more depth about how bad the situation is.
For starters, I (F20) and my boyfriend (M21) both work for the same small business. I’ve been there since June 2023, he’s been there since August 2023. Originally the business was located in my hometown, so I moved back down with my BF and we got an appt here in town in Aug ‘23. We didn’t live far originally, but still. Our lease was up at our old place and so we got a new one.
Fast forward to beginning of this year. I’m talking first few days of January, she hits us up and tells us we’re moving the company about 45 minutes away to SATX (added location for state specific laws if there are any). She was going to pay me an extra $6/hr and my bf and extra $7/hr to follow her. We agreed.
Few more months go by and April 4th rolls around. Our payday. I get paid on time no prob. My bfs pay is late, but my boss finally sends it April 9th. Sucks, illegal, but overall wasn’t too bad. Around this time we plan a trip to the beach with my Bf’s sister May 6-9. We just needed to pay her for our cost of splitting the house we were going to stay at. No problem I told her, we will have two paychecks between now and then to pay you with. I even cleared the dates with my boss immediately.
Few days after, my boss asks us if we’d like to work from home. Same pay, same job duties, just don’t have to commute to work anymore. Hindsight, this was the beginning of the end, but hindsight is a bitch and doesn’t matter. Anyways, we agree again.
The weekend of April 19th-21st we were invited to go out of town to visit our friends and celebrate one of their birthdays. Originally, we weren’t going to be able to make it because we worked Fridays and Saturdays; but since we now worked from home we made the trip out there. It’s about 2 hours from home for us. Well i had enough gas in my car to get us up there, and we were supposed to be paid April 19th, no biggie. Except very big biggie because she didn’t pay us then. Or the next day. Or the next. So essentially we were stranded. Luckily our friend lent us gas money to get home. This is the start of our problem.
Over the next week it’s a constant back and forth of her saying she’s going to pay us, and then not paying us. I told her multiple times that we needed to be paid our next paycheck on time because it was going to be used for rent, and to pay for the trip we were taking in a couple weeks. May 2nd rolls around, our next payday, and nothing. She proceeds to ghost us for the weekend.
Luckily, my boyfriend’s sister was extremely understanding and is letting us pay her back whenever we eventually get paid, so we were still able to go to the beach. We were able to borrow some money from our roommate to be able to do some stuff while we were down there. The money lasted us one day. While i was still extremely grateful to be able to go on a vacation, I had plans. I had things i wanted to do, places i wanted to eat, etc. And i was not able to do a good majority because we didn’t have the money we were supposed to.
Which brings us to today May 14th. Utilities were due yesterday. We have not been paid still.
In total, out of about the $3000 she owes us, we have only been paid $850. $850 fucking dollars since APRIL 19th. I’m at my wits end. We’ve filed a wage claim with the Texas Workforce Commission, I was able to get a new job waiting tables but I don’t even start until next Tuesday. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. We don’t have the money to sue her because she hasn’t paid us. We are hungry because we can’t buy groceries. Our main source of food has been eating with my mom, and even then, we have to save the food we get to be able to make more than 1 meal come from it. We have flies in our bathroom attracted to my cats litter box because we have no litter to change it. Please, anything helps.
TLDR; my boss has only paid us $850 out of about $3k since April 19th.

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is u/Remarkable_Treat_636. He posted in AmItheAsshole
Trigger Warnings: miscarriage; depression; addiction
Mood Spoiler: tentatively hopeful ending?
Original Post: May 6, 2024
I (20m) and my sister (23) have been very close since she lost her baby. She lost the baby at the end of 2022, when she was about 5 months pregnant. Obviously our whole family was shocked and very supportive initially. However I really tried to help her through this and get her back on her feet. Coming to her apartment to clean, and cook her food. It also doesn’t help that her baby daddy left shortly after. My sister was unable to work because of her depression, so my family would help chip in and pay her bills. She remained like this for about 7 months when my parents told her that they couldn’t no longer support her, when all she does is lay in bed (and smoke a lot, like 24/7, but they don’t know that), and that she at least needs to look for a job. She lashed out and said she needs their support now more than ever. Regardless of them, I began to solely supporting her. Mind you I still live with my parents and attending school.
That brings us to last Friday, I have about 3 semesters left of school and money has been getting tight. I told my sister that I really need to start saving, and that she needs to get a job, or just move back in. She lashed out on me, saying that I could never understand (100% true) and that I was a terrible brother for even mentioning it. I said excuse me? I’ve paying for your bills for over a year, and have been the only one trying to help her get over this. She began yelling at me and calling me terrible names. I just snapped and said idgaf about her dead baby. I did none of this for that baby. I helped her because I love my sister, I want what’s best for my sister, I want her to recover. I told her this and just she started attacking me. I just left.
The next morning my parents sat me down, and told me what I said was very wrong and rude. I explained what happened and how I still continued paying her bills after they stopped. They just were quiet, and then just left. My mother grabbed my shoulder and told me that my sister started apply for jobs.
I really feel bad, but also to a certain degree it worked and she is at least looking to work. I know my sister will forgive me eventually but I still feel bad. AITA?
Relevant Comments:
Commenter: You shouldn't have said you don't care about the baby... but. But she was clearly in a hole she had no intention of climbing out of, and sometimes the only way to help people like that is to toss in a stick of dynamite and blast them out, which is precisely what you did. The question is how much did it help, and I have a feeling the answer is "not a whole lot".
ESH, especially your parents for essentially letting your sister vegetate in a pot of grief rather than get her into some kind of counseling or therapy.

OOP: Yk you bring up an off topic point. She has been in therapy since shortly after losing her baby. So I’m wondering why the therapy has had no progress and how is her therapist just fine with her like this, without offering additional help. Idk sorry
OOP clarifies in a different comment: Btw I have paid for my sister therapy (off and on) since she lost the baby. And solely after my parents cut her finically

Commenter (downvoted): Are you a child? You have to be if you think therapy is a cure all. Many folks spend the rest of their lives dealing with problems in therapy.

OOP: No, personally I don’t think therapy is for everyone. But it’s annoying thinking how I paid for her appointments to see no progress.

Commenter: Just because you don't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.

OOP: Yeah but when you pay for it for a little less than a year, you’d want to see some progress. Idk I’m not mad at her, rather the waste of money I used on therapy. Regardless I’ll see her tonight and I’ll ask if she feels any improvement from the therapy

Deleted Commenter: Even if there is 1% improvement, it should be worth it. Something like this can take months or years of forever. YTA for expecting grief to be 'fixed' with your set time limit and talking about 'wasting money' when you claim you spend money out of love. You also probably ruined her progress of getting better by what you said to her.While I get that it's frustrating on your end financially, there are better ways to express that. Perhaps you might need therapy as well.

OOP: I think my tone was off. Honestly idc about the therapy or even paying for it. In my mind I rationalized the price of the therapy for the improvement of my sister. But when you see that price it just looks terrible when you don’t see improvement in over a year. I’m not mad at her or the therapist, just aggravated yk?

Commenter: I’m going to be the odd ball and say yes AH, with that being said I totally get why you snapped but as someone that has miscarried before it was the most painful thing I had ever gone through.

OOP: Hey don’t feel odd or outcast of your opinion. All the comments benefit me and help reflect.

OOP ends with:
My sister going to come for dinner, where we will fs talk about what happened. If you guys are interested in an update lmk.
OOP is voted ESH- everyone sucks here
Update Comment: May 7, 2024 (Next Day)
UPDATE
I am very thankful for all the women who shared their experiences and gave me an insight on how my sister is feeling that I would’ve never been able to have. For that I am extremely grateful.
My sister came over for dinner, we didn’t make much contact in the beginning. Our parents didn’t try to make us talk nor bring up our last argument. Dinner was very awkward with very little conversation. We finished eating and my parents left to clean the mess. Which left me and my sister, we made some small talk when I just offered to go outside to talk.
Once we were outside I immediately apologized for what I said, but she cut me off before I could finish. She said she was thankful for me and everything I have done for her. We continued to talk till it was late. She brought up how she applied for 3 jobs in our area. We ended our conversation talking about how stuff happens and sometimes you can only do anything besides pick yourself and move forward , and try not to look back. She hugged me, (no tears) said thanks and left.
I will still continue to pay her bills till she gets back on her feet. The bad blood seems to be gone. At this point I’m not sure if regret what I said, but the damage doesn’t seem impactful. I appreciate all the people who commented.

Writing this up on a burner account (cause obviously)
For context: About two weeks ago, my family and I (28m) went on vacation to see our family in NorCal. My grandmother (82) has been in rather poor health recently, having suffered a heart attack about a week or two before we were meant to go out, so we figured this was probably going to be one of the last times we see her alive.
Long story short, the trip comes and goes well for the most part. We got to catch up with family we hadn’t seen in years, was able to take a a well deserved break after a collectively hectic period of work for all of us, and Grandma started to feel a bit better; still not great but it was a marked improvement. I decided to stay an extra week and a half to help support my Grandpa (83) and Grandma while she moved back from the hospital. I say my good byes to my mom, my stepdad Paul, and my two brothers, Ryan (26) and Joey (30).
It’s at this point everything went wrong.
My family makes it back home in one peace after a rather long flight (12-14 hours) and start going through customs (as you do). However they’re pulled aside for a “random” screening and Joey is taken aside. I only hear about this when Ryan texts me and asks if I had accidentally misplaced some edibles I bought, cause Joey had been held for almost two hours at this point. Next thing I know I’m told his house was raided and his phone and computer has been confiscated and CP had been found on both. He’s currently in prison awaiting trial now.
I can’t help but feel like I let him down. Joey hadn’t been doing great mentally for sometime. He wasn’t happy at his job and seemed to lack direction in his life, but I guess I didn’t realise how bad it was. I feel if I had been more present I could have helped him out and stopped him from slipping that far.

I (f 22) met (m 25) last year. From the start I made it very clear that I was not interested in an exclusive serious relationship. I was just starting my final year of university and knew I was going to be working abroad for at least four months. I didn’t want to be in a committed relationship so I could truly focus on graduating and deciding my next goal/ move without having someone else rely on me. I knew quite quickly that he was falling for me faster than I was for him. While he has remained very understanding, I've noticed some developing habits that I find confusing (at least for me). It started minor, like always ordering the same things I do (food, drinks), copying the way I talk (I understand the more time you spend with others, the more likely you are to pick up your vocabulary), and trying to dress more in my style ( very different from his original ). These things don't bother me as I understand he wants to show an interest in what I enjoy. However, I'm worried he is not respecting my desire to remain independent based on my current situation. He makes plans for us without asking me (the whole weekend and a few days a week), constantly wants to drop things off to give me, refuses to eat shellfish (I'm allergic but can still be around it) despite him loving it, and repeatedly tickles me despite me telling him I don't like to be touched in that way (I'm just not a touchy person in that sense ). While these things are lovely, I'm starting to feel slightly overwhelmed, and while I hate saying this word, I'm feeling somewhat love-bombed. He is not my boyfriend, and this seems like too much. The job I have is for a little less than half a year, but it could lead to more. When I told him this, he said I was " worth the wait" and was beginning to talk more about the future together. I'm starting to feel more pressured despite me telling him I was trying to focus on myself and my overall future. I don't know if I'm being overdramatic due to stress and anxiety or if I have the right to feel this way. Now I’m four months into my abroad job and he is coming to visit. I’m both excited and nervous about it. I’m due to move back home soon. I feel like I’ve changed, matured, and grown. I’m moving back home, and I gotta get a new job. I’m extremely stress and suffocated I don’t know what to do. Overall, he is a sweet guy, but I'm starting to feel slightly suffocated. I'd appreciate some advice. I feel heartless and confused.

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So I work for the hospitality industry. Our business is set up where we are 2 different companies. Last year I met this guy that works for the other company. We kicked it off VERY strong. Spent the night together for the first time and then everything grew stronger. We hung out a lot more. Went on what I would call dates to the movies, park, dinner. We started to FaceTime call each other every night. Sleeping on the phone. He invited me to his house. We sat and watched scary stuff on TV. It was fun. Then we started going on trips. We would drive to another city and stay the night and go places together then come back the next day just for a little getaway. These getaways would evolve us cuddling with each other and doing ‘relationship’ type stuff.
He started making me a part of him. I met his family. He hasn’t met mine cause they are just too weird. I got him flowers a few times and his family has always questioned him are you hanging out with so and so. Are these flowers from so and so.
We then got a theme park ticket. We went maybe every week or every other week.
I never really like Instagram reels. He got me into them. Sending me relationship stuff. Videos of the nature of taking someone’s last name, honeymoon.
He’s brought up statements such as ‘can we go here for our honeymoon’ We have looked a rings together. Talking about getting our place together and how we would sleep with each other. There’s been multiple times where this has been brought up. I used to spoil the living crap out of him.
One time I kissed him on the cheek and he wiped it off. He never let me kiss him on the lips or anything. Just cuddling and doing other stuff. A few weeks ago we were on a trip and he he was on me looking at me and then I got on top of him and I kinda just went for it cause he’s always getting VERY close to me like he’s wanted to but was too shy or scared. When I kissed him he didn’t wipe it off and kinda just smiled at me.
We have 2 MAJOR trips coming up together. One to another state for about a week and to an event a few months after.
What am I seeing wrong here. What is he doing that just not setting in?
I have over 800 pics of him and me together. We call each other Pookie.
Is this just a FWB? Is this a situationship or is he too nervous to actually admit his feelings for me?
TIA ♥️

Okay so this is a lot.
I recently got married, we decided to have a wishing well instead of gifts. This essentially is a space to donate cards with cash instead of material gifts.
My Dad told me that he had been saving up some money to put in a card for us on the wedding day. That meant a lot to me because my dad does not work, he’s very sick and on the disability pension.
My Uncle approached me and told me that he was holding onto the card and it had $1000 in it. I agreed it was best to keep it on my person even though I believed no one would actually take it from the wishing well, but because it was very special from my dad. In the chaos of the day, I never received the card but my husband and I took the guest book and the wishing well back to the hotel with us so we could go through and read all the messages. That’s when we saw my dad’s card in the wishing well it was unsealed and had $1000 in $100 notes.
This is where it gets messy. We’re now a month later and I’m talking to my dad. He mentions how hard it was for him to save up $2000 mentioned to him that there was only $1000 in the card and perhaps he was confused, he then tells me that there was definitely $2000. He had been saving for a very long time. It was all $100 notes and him and my uncle had counted it the morning of the wedding. no one else knew about the money in this card except my uncle, who had the card on him and had told me there was only $1000 in it.
It seems quite obvious what’s happened here but I just don’t know what to do or how to accept the fact that my Uncle may have taken it, he’s very well off compared to my dad and he works as well. I don’t see why he would’ve needed or wanted the money.
I mentioned to my dad that my Uncle had seen me not given me the card and only told me there was $1000 in it but my dad seems set on the fact that the wishing well was in an open space where people could access it why would somebody go into my father‘s card and take out half the money? It doesn’t make sense to me.
I don’t know how to approach this as my dad called my uncle who told him there was $2000 in the card. I really don’t want to start a family drama over this but I know that money was very important to my dad and this is all he can give me for the new start with my husband.
What I’m looking for here is advice on what to do. I don’t want to start a family drama over this. I don’t want to call anyone out. Most importantly I don’t want my dad to feel bad. I spoke to him and he’s very upset about the situation which intern makes me very upset too.
update Dad mentioned he had sealed the envelope, when we opened it, it was not sealed.

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This is a very long one.
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

When I deleted the app without giving you any other way to contact me, I told myself I was just doing us both a favor.
I kept thinking about all the other guys I trusted who didn’t want anything but trying to get me into bed, and I thought about how often it started with the same act you were kind of doing. The safe, soft guy persona I now know is almost always pretend and just a different wrapper on the same toxic behavior and misogyny. I thought I’d be doing my future self a favor by not dragging out something that would just turn out to be useless. Getting emotionally attached again to someone who, it would turn out, just sees me as an object for his physical needs.
Everyone else I went through that with, I’m always thinking that if I hadn’t met him and wasted that time in my life, maybe I would have met my soulmate instead. So that’s what I was thinking. If I didn’t cut you off, I would end up wasting months entertaining you, then grieving you, and not meeting the one who’s actually right for me.
You didn’t do anything “wrong,” I just had a familiar feeling while we spoke. It’s not me. It’s like I could tell you didn’t think I was the one for you, but maybe you weren’t getting a lot of female attention and mine was better than none. That placeholder feeling again.
I actually don’t know that I’ll ever shake that feeling with anyone, or what it will take for me to feel that something is finally not that and that I finally am wanted the same way I want him. But maybe it’s just like people say, “when you know, you just know.”
I’ll know when I don’t get that feeling anymore that in their mind, they’re still holding out for better, or for their ex, or someone else, but thinking I can entertain them for the time being.
When I know, hopefully I’ll know.

Since about February, around mid winter break, my armadillo lizard has been acting super strange. Before, he was super active and even getting into hand feeding. He was super healthy and had a great personality. However, after a vacation I took over mid winter break, he has been almost constantly in this strange sort of sleeping state, where he will crawl under his cork bark and sit in an open eyed sleep for days, and whenever I do tank maintenance it can take me having to touch him in order for him to wake up. Also whenever he is up, the moment he sees me he dashes under his log again. I’m not sure what to do, and there isn’t much info on them online so I’m turning here. I really need some help on this situation. btw he is a male, we got him when he was a juvenile(no older than a few months), last bowel movement was probably 2 weeks ago, his diet is crickets(plus supplement), his setup is 25 gal tank with medium humidity, and coco fiber substrate. He also shed last about 2-3 months ago.

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I haven’t really played a 2K for more than 2-3 months when it comes to online modes and this year I’m thinking about sticking with 2k24 when 25 comes out.
Was curious what the player base is like when the new game comes out. Will I still be able to find Rec matches consistently playing 2k24 when 25 is already out? I really only play solo rec. no park or theater.
Anyone still on 23 that can say how the online experience is now as a solo player?

I’m a Loa planning to get licensed, I got sponsorship through Nexa but things aren’t working out with my current sponsor. I’m not sure if I’m able to switch? Also I’d like to hear thoughts on Nexa mortgage for a brand new LoA compared to company like loan factory.
Also, is there a wait time before I can apply for a new sponsorship broker like loan factory?

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I have a rtx 3060 I recently upgraded from. Wanted to sell it off since it’s in perfect condition and runs like new. Was wondering if there was a good place to sell it since I can’t use xianyu (my Chinese is terrible)?
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Story time.
I’ve been working retail/food service for almost 10 years now and I think tonight really qualifies for “the retail experience of all time”. Important context is that I work as a barista at a big chain store and often run the whole cafe all by myself. My store (the staff) is great, but higher-ups have been neglecting much-needed fixes so there are tons of issues like broken counters resulting in health code violations, drainage issues that leave floors wet and soapy a lot of the time, etc. Work orders keep getting ignored so we do the best we can.
Tonight? Tonight was rough. Just under an hour prior to closing, a young boy, like 13 years old and his mother come up to my register and ask for “espresso with some coconut milk”. I ask them to clarify that they want an espresso shot each with just a splash of coconut milk. They say yes and I make them exactly like I said I would.
I then take advantage of the lack of customers after them to start sweeping the dining area so I can actually get home on time tonight. The moment that I walk over with my broom and get to it, the woman at the table next me to looks at her sons, says “hey let’s go get those cookies” and walks over to the counter that I just walked away from. She asks “are you closed?” and I frustratedly tell her no, but she’ll have to wait.
I sweep for another second before coming back and pushing through the little swing door leading to the back of the cafe counter.. but you know how I mentioned that we have a lot of broken things at my store? Well, the door was apparently cracked in the center and whatever material is layered over it was sharply curved outwards on both sides and pierced right through the pad of my dominant thumb. I’ve literally never seen as much blood on the outside of my own body. I start to panic. I have my headset in my hands and blood is dripping off it as I'm choking out communication with my team about the accident.
Apparently the kid from earlier followed me to the counter because he there he was behind me, drinks in hand, and says “this isn’t what we asked for!” (it literally was btw). I’m mostly adrenaline at this point so it doesn’t even register enough for me to be pissed. Blood is covering the entirety of my hand and is visible on the floor and counter. I show my hand to him, knowing he heard me talking over the radio and emphatically go“can you please WAIT?”.
Mom is now behind him, seeing me as the mess of tears and extremely prominent amounts of blood that I was. And she simply stared at me expectantly as her child gives me a visible look of irritation and asks “ok, but then who will fix our drinks?”
I’m completely floored at this point. Another staff member appears and I literally just went to the back room and cried until another coworker came with a first aid kit. I didn’t know people like this really existed. Maybe I just didn’t want to believe it. But the worst part is that I know this will sit with me until I leave retail/food service, and that I likely can’t even get anything from the company for the injury. I’m writing this in bed just a few hours later and I feel like that interaction still hasn’t fully processed.

Hi all, I'm a citizen that left Melbourne in 2019 and am planing to return in a few months. I realized the pandemic has changed a lot of things so I need all the help and guidance I can get on the following areas:

1. accommodation: I plan to stay at a temporary place once I land and then search for long term accommodation once I'm there. what are some options for temp stays? I know there's AirBnB and share houses..I prefer places that are fully furnished (e.g. cooking utensils, washing machines) so that I don't have to buy a lot of things.

Also I know there's a housing crisis right now, so realistically how long should I expect it to take to find a rental? with my budget I'll most likely be looking at share houses. I don't have a job lined up and I've also never rented before, will those 2 factors hinder my chances of finding a place?

1. mobile service provider: I don't make calls or text much when I'm out, so I'm looking for a provider that has plans with generous amounts of data for a reasonable price per month.
   
2. depression medicine: I'm on anti-depressants and have been since before I left. I remember I needed a referral from a GP to see a psychiatrist in order to get prescriptions for my meds..is this still the standard procedure? Also do all GP's accept new patients or does it vary from one to another? Would also love recommendations for a good psychiatrist (not going back to my old one as he's not very good), preferably reachable via public transport.
   

Any help and advice from my fellow melbournians would be much appreciated. TIA~

Hello, new writer, looking to make some works. New fic goes up tomorrow, about alternate timeline where John’s story is much worse, called “What’s more pain?”
I have some other ideas, had one about a twin brother with an ability that affected other people, but then a certain artist/writer made their own (well-written and developed) story about a similar situation, so I don’t know if I can still go through with it without my work seeming like a copy. One about John being a vigilante, one about John becoming closer friends with Cecile, and her not being a total shit.
My most developed story is the twin brother au. Yea it’s similar to thinmintssss, but I had this idea before I saw their posts about the oc Jacob. Gimme some ideas on what yall might want, or what you think about my works.
Thank you