What happens after a 341 bankruptcy hearing

Sadly I'm stuck living with a crazy narcissist female due to bad luck and finances and so I've had to endure witnessing some detestable bullshit.
The story starts with the girl abusing her boyfriend until he suicided himself. She has a long history of some of the most cruel treatment of her "ex". The very night he was officially declared dead she went partying and one night after already had a new boyfriend.
This guy didn't give a shit about the dead man and didn't care about maintaining any more respect for him outside what the girl superficially expected.
This guy uses people, rips people off, he has zero empathy, a giant over inflated ego, and worse is just being caught around any of that and having to go through the cringe of his BS.
He always tells you and others "his plans and goals" because ofcoarse it puts him on a pedestal to feel like he's a success. But you seldom ever see him pull off anything he says and outright drop 90% when you expect him to do what he's saying. Then he acts like it never happened, rinse and repeat.
He's the type of guy to pep talk the entire work crew into working all weekend "to get 'er done!" And the first to not show up. He does this regularly.
He went on a tirade all day about this new job hes looking at and accused everyone of being lazy, unmotivated and uncommitted. He talked really big and made a lot of promises only to change his mind the day after.
I broke my leg and the guy has yet to "believe" anything is wrong. He thinks I just skipped work to do drugs despite the fact that I don't do drugs and I'm around him enough that he should know that I don't do drugs. I never got the smallest "are you okay" from the guy.
Funny enough, he nearly cried the day after because his boss wouldn't come pick him up to take him to work. He was entrenched in a ridiculous amount of self pity. He was sniffling so I'm assuming he was holding back some tears. He was saying things like "no one ever helps me" yet my other buddy is basically his fare-free taxi driver and other people are helping him through everything. So, the guy with the broken leg gets no sympathy but a grown ass man that refuses to take pu lic transit and miss work because of it should be pitied on account of his boss wouldn't pick him up.
So, these two have been dating for a few months now and they compliment each other so well. He's apathetic and she's cruel and sadistic. She loves his "status" appeal especially because it's all bullshit. He pretty much just sees her as a sex object and she's so delusional she thinks they're in love. Her bogus and superficial good girlfriend acts work on him only because he doesn't care to see things too deeply and because he's so emotionally detached and she's so delusional she can convince herself she's the best girlfriend ever. Neither one of them have any morals, although the girl pretends to be a paragon of righteousness even though she's pure evil.
They work out because they're both so fake that while he doesn't need to genuinely care about anything, she can pretend to genuinely care and neither of them care to scrutinize the truth of the matter. Meanwhile I have to watch her lie, come up with delusion fabrications, and I have to watch him spout his mouth with bullshit anytime he talks. There's also the fact they love hearing each other bullshit everyone because it's like they get second hand ego boosts from each other.

Did you used to be a sweaty raider but now you're looking for more chill and less salt? Are you a new or veteran player finally ready to scratch that raiding itch? Do you just hate the idea of pugging?
Pull up a chair, Adventurer.
We're forming a raid group to take on the upcoming Dawn Trail content. The most important thing is having fun while trying to prog consistently, so this will be a casual static with mid-core sensibilities. What does that word salad even mean?
What we should expect from each other:

• Be on time: Starting schedule will be one lockout two nights a week. If everyone wants, we can dial it up later, but this gives plenty of time for IRL commitments. Looking at Tuesday and Thursday nights.
• Be prepared: Watch guides, have food and pots, know your job and work to get better.
• Be team-oriented: Respect others' time and work by holding yourself accountable and being present. Extra practice on your own time is great, but don't screw the static out of chests. Communicate issues, receive feedback, and keep things civil.
• Be understanding: Personality over parses every time. There will be different skill levels, so be understanding of mistakes, helpful when asked, and receptive to honest feedback from others. We're all working toward the same goal.
• Respect raid time: Handle your business outside of game and be ready to play. Emergencies happen, communicate. Keep coms clear during pulls, joke between, and if you can't raid under the influence, don't be under the influence until after the lockout.
• Be on Discord: Even if you never talk, this lets you hear coms from the group/caller.
• Collaborate: As a group, we can talk about loot priority, strats, etc. We want to create an environment where we're all working for each others' benefit and no one is getting screwed over.
• Be Patient: This is a casual group. First week clear? First month clear? We want to make consistent progress weekly and work towards clearing, whatever that timeline looks like. Then we can all possibly look at alt BiS for members or turn our attention to other goals (mounts, ultimates, ?). Plan on having the commitment to endure dying a lot, having fun, and hearing the same music for a few months.

Current Makeup:

• SMN

*Current Need:

• 2 Tanks
• 2 Heals
• 2 Melee DPS
• 1 Ranged DPS

*We have one player who can flex Melee, Phys Ranged, or Tank.
Contact Michelyne on Discord u/michelyne if you're interested.

I’m 10 years + down the road with R and I’m struggling. I’d love to know how other long term Rs are getting on with issues like this one. Sorry if this is TMI or long.
We have lots that is going good for us, years 3-7 of R were amazing and I felt stronger than ever and in fact, after the tricky first 2 years, until this year I never regretted for a second deciding to R.
We did then hit a few bumps in the road with one of our kids over the last few years and I have been struggling with that because my WH cannot seem to communicate with me at all if conversations feel likely to be “difficult” for him. I work too but in a less financially lucrative role than him since we had the last kids (who were twins) so it tends to be me whose life is organised round his and the family’s needs.
In addition, I did not adjust well when after the pandemic quiet life, he returned to drinking while socialising at work and staying away from home in hotels for work more often. He had minimised this quite a lot after the affair as it was so strongly associated with opportunities he took to have sex with his AP. When he started doing it again it was a trigger for me and his response was one of despair - when would I ever get over this, he was a different man and would not do that again, he’s never good enough etc etc. I end up both apologising to him but also deeply resentful that somehow I’m in the wrong again.
He stopped drinking at work functions for a bit, started again and then stopped again but only because he felt forced to by me being upset, he was very clear that he shouldn’t need to do that. This has never made me happy or reassured me, I now feel pushed into this awful role of the controlling wife when I’m really looking for him to care enough about me not to actually want to drink at work when he’s staying away in a hotel.
I would rather he did what he wanted and we separated but he is very strongly against that and gets quite emotional and sad if I suggest we might both be happier. If I leave, it will be my “fault” at this point because he wants to stay together. Our children don’t know what happened because they were very young at the time and I don’t think that it would be helpful for them but that leaves us in a situation where everyone knows it is me that is unhappy now. I am also frightened to leave because my financial position is unprotected and I feel quite alone in the UK.
My family in NZ would help me but my children are teens/ young adults now so wouldn’t be happy to return to my home country with me. And, fool that I am, I love him, he’s my best friend, when things are good they’re great.
At Christmas we hit an all time low and for the first time I shouted at him in front of the kids about how I feel so abandoned when he can’t talk to me when I am struggling. I felt more and more disconnected from him and started the year in a terrible place crying, lonely and saying how suicidal I felt/ trying to tell him I needed his support with our kids. On that day he didn’t talk to me but he did sit with me and then he just never mentioned what I’d said again.
This is how he treats most of my outbursts of feeling - if I seem distressed enough he might stay with me for a bit of time but he won’t talk about it again unless I do. He might go off and do some random act of service so I kind of know he’s heard but it is hard to focus on that when I want him to talk with me.
Fast forward a week or two and my WH asked to bring a work colleague (also a BW) round on a Saturday for us to give her some emotional support because her mum was away for a fortnight and she was struggling looking after her toddlers by herself, he said she was having such a tough time. She had split up with her WH just before Christmas because he had been having an affair. She lives in her home city and is surrounded by friends and family who love and care for her. She came round and was chatting to me, telling me how it was for the best as they had been drifting apart for a while, that she had been set up with someone by a friend and they’d been texting/ had a date planned. She was not actually by herself, she was going over to her sisters to stay the night and to sit in a hot tub after she’d been at our place.
As I was sitting chatting with her and holding her baby, I had an almost outer body experience where I was at the same time looking down on us talking and also floating above comparing her situation with mine when I was there 12 years ago.
I was alone in a new city where I knew no one except my PIL who had made it clear as soon as we arrived that they didn’t want to offer me any practical support, I had four kids aged 5 and under, my support network of friends were all in the city where we had lived previously, I had lost my job in the move so that my husband could be closer to his parents/ pursue a better job in this city and my father was at the end of his life on the other side of the world a 24 hour flight away.
My husband then began an affair with a younger co-worker and had her round to our house to play with our babies and f*** in our bed while I was home in NZ visiting my family / my sick dad for three weeks. When I got back and discovered what had happened the same day I returned, I had absolutely no one to turn to and only my husband to rely on. He didn’t immediately choose me but thought about it for a few days. He’d planned to go travelling with this woman and had been playing happy families with my babies who weren’t even two years old yet - it felt like he’d been practicing to see whether she would make a good stepmother for them.
I thought about returning to my home, but our initial MC treated me like I was the one suggesting doing something awful to my WH and I never felt ok pursuing that then. My PIL and SIL were not unkind, but they had not supported me before so it was hard for me to turn to them in the circumstances. I had no one. It was the most terrible time of my life and I did try to take some pills one afternoon after drinking too much.
In the day we had his colleague round, I kept thinking, would I have stayed with him if I had been around family and friends. I was also so hurt that he could see her struggles and ask me to help her but not ask me if there was anything he could do to help me. Since then I seem to be locked in a trauma kind of response, crying, reliving stupid details I haven’t thought of in 10 years, checking AP’s work situation etc (pain shopping) and I haven’t slept through the night in months.
I have also been upset for a couple of years by the lack of communication between us as I associate him having had the affair in the first place as a response to my being low when I was in a new city/ had lost my job/ looked after our twins and a toddler on my own all day/ my dad being diagnosed with terminal cancer. He struggled to deal with how I was feeling and withdrew from me, found his AP who was more able to meet his needs/ fun to be around.
This is what emerged in MC, that he couldn’t cope with emotions due to FOO issues. This means I really struggle to voice my feelings in a way that gets me the support I need now because he has withdrawn from me over the last two years during issues with our child and I am fearful of being too much for him again. I know I do it badly, I wanted MC to help me learn better ways of communicating too, not just to deal with how he withdraws from me.
I asked my WH to go to therapy with me a couple of times over the last two years to deal with the communication issues but he didn’t want to do MC because he said he felt unprotected in the two sets of MC we had in the early days.
I have also asked him if we could try just checking in with each other once a week but he is always unwilling and there is always a reason but it boils down to he doesn’t want to do it. He has said it feels forced and as if he has to say something other than he’s fine. He has also said it’s too difficult with his work/ our lives to predict when he’s free. Most recently he has said he’s asked his friends but no one else has to do that. I have said it’s what I need, a regular space where we talk about how we are going. Our MC suggested it 10 years or so ago and I have never stopped wanting that or raising it. However, it’s like this thing in his mind that it would be negative or difficult so he just doesn’t do it except once or twice when things get difficult again. Which then reinforces that it is a negative space. There were a few times we did it a year or so ago where it felt companionable to me so I was devastated when he just stopped because work got difficult for him and needed all his attention.
I feel I am at the bottom of his priorities after the kids, work, meeting football team parents, his parents, work colleagues. Am I mad to ask for that space once a week for an hour together?
Also we have one day of full on intensive therapy planned (a compromise to fit his schedule/fears about traditional MC) and I hope to talk this through with him again there but I am starting to wonder if we are wasting our time/ money.
I don’t know if I’m looking for support or a wake up call but I’d love to hear from long term people in R who have faced similar issues.

Initial Contact: Description, First Impressions
I was outside, grinding corn, grinding it with the mano, over and over. I couldn't hear the screams of Chimalli, my older brother. He was sprinting, so fast, he tripped over the metate and spilled the corn. “Watch it, you fool!” I shouted, worried that I may get beaten. Nantli didn’t like food waste, and she wouldn’t care that it was foolish Chimalli’s fault. He was gasped for air, his hands on his knees. “Acalan… and I…were hunting…” He stopped and took a deep breath. “We were by the water when we saw this fish, a fish of great size. It wasn’t in the water, it was on top of it! It was brown, and atop it was 10 feet monsters with light skin!” I barked a laugh. “You’d better stop lying, Chimalli.” I decided to put the already ground corn back on the metate and take off the grass left in it. “I swear on the gods I'm not lying! I swear on Huitzilopochtli! Quetzalcoatl! All of them, I swear!”
I rolled my eyes, put the mano on the matate, and got up. “Show me what you’re talking about, fool.” Chimalli grabbed my hand tight and started running as fast as he could. I was whispering prayers to Patecatl, scared that what Chimalli was saying was true. We met up with Acalan and hid behind a bush near the lake. We could see the white-skinned people, and they were covered with weird clothing. They spoke loudly, in a peculiar way. They waved their hands around like birds and marched fiercely like jaguars. My heart was beating so loud, I was scared that Acalan and Chimalli would hear it. “They look so weird,” I whispered. The marched along, with their weird looking animals, amd were headed towards our causeway! Chimalli, Acalan and I exchanged a worried glance. Slowly and carefully, we all left our bush and headed back to the calpolli.
I went inside and saw Nantli sitting down, weaving. When she saw me, her face twisted in rage. “You dare spill the corn, leave the metate and mano unattended, and leave with the boys!? What were you even doing?” I shifted on my feet. Nantli was scary, but hse was understanding. Sometimes. “There are monsters on our land! They have big animals, a big brown fish that can swim ontop of water, and pale skin! The don’t speak Nahuatl, too!” i blurted out everything i saw, even if it didnt make sense. Chimalli was beside me, nodding his head so vigorously that it looked like it was about to fall off. Nantli got even more angry and said, “If you don’t stop lying this instant, i will call your Tahtli!” Chimalli and i both said in unison: NO!
“I swear on Huitzilopochtli! Tepeyollotl too! I even swear on Xolotl!” Chimalli cried as we were bothe getting pulled by the ear by Nantli. We were pulled outside, when we saw Tahtli. His face looked like he’d seen death. “Your foolish, lying children came to me talking nonsense about monsters with pale skin!” Nantli said, but Tahtli wasn’t fased. Tahtli was calmer then Nantli, and he was more wise. That was probably because he was a priest. However he was severe in punsiments. Nantli was all bark and no bite. Tahtli was bite, no bark, and when he did bite, it would last forever. He shook his head. “They're telling the truth. They are like us, but they have come from another land. Spain, they call it.” Nantli’s mouth was open so wide, I was trying my hardest not to laugh. She finally let go of me and Chimalli’s ear, her brows furrowing. “Did Moctezuma talk to them? Did you talk to them? How did they come here?” I side-stepped away from her, rubbing my ear. I exchanged a mischievous glance with Chimalli, and like a tiger, we left as fast and quietly as possible. In front of the door, Acalan was waiting for us impatiently and said, “Let’s go see them again. Maybe we’ll try to talk to them.” Chimalli raised his eyebrows. “Are you nuts!?” He exclaimed. I didn’t think it was a bad idea. Maybe we could understand their intentions. We never got to do that though. We never got to do anything.
Amoxtli
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Spanish Conquest of the Aztecs
They kidnapped our ruler. The scary, stupid, dumb-looking monsters took our ruler. Foolish Chimalli brought it upon himself to save him. Nothing reasonable ever comes out of that stupid brain of his. He got killed doing it. Atleast he was brave. Braver than me, thats for sure. They have loud, long black tubes that shoot out fire. That killed him. Nantli hasn’t been the same, she doesn’t let me go to school anymore. Tahtli has fallen sick. Why is this happening? Is this a sign? Oh why, oh why? Oh gods, why?
I woke up, the rays of sunlight shining directly into my eyes. I got up, and to my right, was Acalan. He had decided to stay with us since all members of his calpolli had died unfateful deaths. His Nantli got sick, and his Tahtli and all of his other relatives died in the battle with the monsters. Whenever I start to pity myself, I remember Acalan. He’s got it worse. “Good morning,” I said. Acalan nodded, not uttering a word. He was looking outside, and his eyes had this aloof look to them. “Where’s Nantli?” I said, looking around the room. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it. I sensed that he obviously wasn’t okay, so i scooched beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, just try not to think too much about it. I know how you feel, the gods will help us out.” I said softly. He shrugged my hand off his shoulder, and moved away from me. He was looking hard at the ground and whispered, “How can you be so sure?”
“Huh?”
“I said,” He looked at me square in the eye. “How can you be so sure? That’s what everybody’s been saying, but I'm getting tired of it. Face it, Amoxtli. The gods have done nothing for us. They’re just a bunch of stupid stories to scare us. My calpolli would still be here, alive and well. Those monsters wouldn’t have come here. The gods aren’t real.”
I sat there, stunned. What was he saying? He must be mad, because this isn’t the Acalan I know. The Acalan I know was so devout, more than I was. Maybe the grief got him bad. “And no, you don't know how I feel. You will never know how I feel. You ever think about jabbing a spear into your chest? You ever thought about jumping off the mountains, and drowning yourself underwater? You ever think of that? Huh?” Acalan continued. And before I knew it, he was sobbing. Acalan, the soon-to-be soldier who had never shed a tear, the boy whose heart was made out of stone, was crying. He was saying something in between sobs, but I couldn’t understand it. His face was buried in his hands. The truth is, no, I have never thought about any of those things. I didn’t know that Acalan was this affected by it. Maybe I’m the foolish one.
A few hours later, I told Nantli about what Acalan had been saying, except the blasphemous things. That brought out a side of her that i never knew she had. Her face softened, and she nodded with understanding. She comforted Acalan, giving him words of reassurance. Nantli sent me out to get water, since Chimalli wasn’t here to do it anymore. Every passing day I miss him more and more. As i walked through the village, I heard loud, bone-rattling screams. The monsters were pushing and shoving their way into the houses, and coming out with valuables. I stood there, frozen in place watching it all happen. A tall monster stood in front of me, and all I could do was stand there, looking stupid as we both stared at each other. He scowled and grabbed my bucket, throwing it on the floor. “Hey…!” I said quietly. He kicked my bucket and continued walking. I don’t know why I didn’t do anything. I don't know why I just stood there, acting clueless.
I left the bucket and ran, far far away, near the lake. I sat down and dipped my feet in the water, trying to calm down. I saw Acalan in the distance, sauntering towards me. He finally arrived, and joined me, dipping his feet in the lake. We greeted each other, exchanging awkward small talk and sat in silence. “Maybe this is how the world will end.” He said suddenly. I nodded. If that's the case, then I wish it would've waited sooner. I had so much to do, and so much to see, I wanted to be a doctor, and raise warriors. If the world really is ending, I would just be a foolish, scared girl with no importance. Chimalli never got a chance to be the warrior he’s always dreamed of. “If the world is ending, then it's a shame that you won’t be a warrior.” I sighed. “I don't want to be a warrior.” He said sharply. “Isn't that what you always wanted? To be a warrior?” He shook his head vigorously. I furrowed my brows. “Then what do you want to be?”
“Nothing.” He said. Nothing? How could someone not want to be anything? I decided to let it be, and we sat in silence once again.
-Amoxtli
Outcome of the conquest on Aztec Society:
I'm starting to realize that what Acalan said two years ago was true. The gods did nothing. Tahtli passed, and Nantli is sick, she's in horrible condition. I caught Acalan trying to hurt himself twice. He’s been in bad condition as well, even to the point where he hallucinates about his Nantli and his Tahtli and his Achcāuhtli. It's really bad for him. If the gods really cared, they’d put a stop to this madness. If they really cared, we’d be flourishing, and winning against those damned Spaniards. I'm starting to get sick too. At this point, if you don't die in war, you die of sickness, if you don't die of that, you die of starvation. I’ve learned some Spanish, and I'm thinking of converting to whatever their religion is. A few priests came to the village, rambling on and on about their religion. I understood a few words, but not much though.
“You’re so naive, you know that?” Acalan said when I told him about the new religion. I rolled my eyes. “You could give this a chance. Maybe their god will help us.” He shook his head. “Never. If Huitzilopochtli, all-powerful, god of war, can't even help us,” He said in a mocking tone, “Then how will another help us? It's all the same.” I shrugged. “It's worth a shot.” Just then, I heard Nantli cough a hoarse, horrible cough. I jumped up and quickly went to her. I gave her a cup of water and some piptzahuac. After a long coughing fit, she finally caught her breath and said, “I heard what you and Ancalan were saying. He is a bad influence.” My heart felt like it would leap right out of my mouth. Despite this, I kept my calm and tried not to show any emotion. “What?” I said, trying to act clueless. Looking back, it was a stupid thing to do since Nantli already heard everything.
tbc

(If you already have seen Buffalo girls, you can skip all the exposition on the first half of this post and go right to the bolded sentence)
I'm sure a lot of you are already familiar with the 2012 documentary Buffalo Girls (which is now available for free on YouTube!), which documents the children's Muay Thai scene in rural Thailand. While it's a fantastic documentary in its own right, it's also notable in that one of the two main figures of the documentary is 8-year old Stam Sor Con Lek, known today as Stamp Fairtex.
We all know what became of Stamp after the documentary, having had a meteoric rise in ONE Championship in both Muay Thai and MMA. However, much, much less was known about her counterpart, Pet Chor Chanachai.
I tried to do a lot of research as to whatever became of her after the filming of Buffalo Girls, but had no luck. Google only returned results related to the movie (even when filtered to just websites in Thailand), she did not have any publicly available fight records, there were no accounts on social media that I was able to find, and no one on reddit seemed to have any clues either. As the documentary mentioned that she had a serious heart condition, I was worried that something bad might have happened to someone so young.
Finally, it occurred to me that I could just reach out to the filmmaker Todd Kellstein, and ask if they had maintained contact over the years and knew what became of her. And he responded pretty quickly!

It's so nice to hear from people looking after Pet. Can you believe that she's 28 years old now? The last time we met up was in 2020. I was able to spend the day with her and her two children, a boy who is now 8 and a daughter who is now 5. Pet was working as an accountant for a local Honda dealership, but was studying to become a pharmacist, which is what she's doing now. She's quit fighting entirely. She still lives [in] Sri Racha, where she lived during early filming. We spent part of our visit together at the same beach where we filmed the last shot of Buffalo Girls. I came across some footage of her from that day, while looking thru footage for a new doc Stamp and I are doing together, and just messing around, cut it into the end sequence.

I've posted the video he sent me to my google drive, for anyone that cares to see it.
So, for anyone else that was wondering whatever happened to Pet, I hope that this finally solves the mystery for you. I'm very happy to hear that she's had a rich life and now has a family of her own, and I'm very excited for the sequel documentary!

My Cousin(38F) and I(34F) have been very close all our lives, like sisters. She visited me this past weekend and it was great to get together as we haven't really had much one on one time since pre pandemic. After I left I found out that she had been telling me a big lie about this romantic story that she went on and on about the whole weekend. I literally feel like I'm in a twilight zone and I don't know whether I should mention it to her or not. I want to be helpful to her and not make her feel embarrassed or isolated.
Some backstory: She's always been a big drinker. Our past visits have usually had at least one night where shit kind of hits the fan and she's super wasted and just acting like an alcoholic. This trip she didn't drink at all which was great because I was prepared for a shit show. She's also always been a bit of a liar- nothing crazy big, but just lies to avoid confrontation, make situations seem different than they are, lies of omission, etc. I feel like the lying is something that goes along with the addiction and also a somewhat traumatic upbringing (some physical/emotional abuse from her parents). This visit was really nice because it's the first time she's visited me and my daughter and it was nice to have time to show her that she is an important part of my daughter's life and that just because she's not married/with kids doesn't mean that she's not special. I don't want a confrontation about the lie to ruin the nice weekend.
So essentially the first day of the visit she tells me she barely slept because she had just professed her love for her coworker and was up thinking about it. She tells me the whole story- they've been flirting for 10 months, they take all their breaks together, they text and there's lots of sexual innuendos, etc. She walks to and from work and he's offered her a ride home a few times. So he gives her a ride home the day before she visits me and she says she finally decided to go for it and tell him how she feels. She told him she wanted to kiss him, they have a long hug, there's an awkward pause, etc but no kiss. So the whole weekend she's asking me, "I know he has feelings for me but he'll never make the first move- should I just go for it and kiss him?" etc etc etc. So we're dissecting the whole situation throughout the weekend, she's making little funny remarks about her and "Bob" dating, etc. I told her my stance was like, "well you already laid it all on the line and told him how you feel, I think the ball is in his court and if he can't get some courage to make a move then forget about it because he's not worth it." And she's basically just like, "I'm gonna go for it!" Dropping her off at the airport she even joked that she'll be pregnant with "Bob's" baby in 6 months. WELL after she leaves I'm curious to find more info on him just to see like what his deal is. I search the people she follows on IG and found his account. HE'S MARRIED WITH AN 8 MONTH OLD BABY. And she has liked MANY of his photos of him and his kid, he's wearing a ring in all his photos, his wife is all over his page, etc. There is no guessing or doubting here. I had also asked her straight up if she knew whether he was single or not (because why would he not make a move after all this time and tension) and she said yes, he's single.
A few things I'm considering... it makes me sad that she feels that this is all she is worth. I want to tell her that she deserves better than being the "other woman" and I also want her to know that she'll never find what she wants if she can't be honest with herself. It is a completely different situation if she came to me and said, "I have a crush on my coworker, we have a great connection, but he's married and I don't know how to handle it." Then we'd start talking about boundaries, how she deserves more than a scumbag who's clearing crossing some lines, we could maybe get into why she's attracted to someone off limits (self sabotage, self worth, whatever). This is not her first time that she's been hooking up with a guy in a relationship. It also makes me feel fucking weird to be lied to like that. (I don't take the lying personally, but like I said it's a twilight zone feeling.) Like why bring it up at all? Dude just go about your day being a home wrecker but keep it to yourself and I would never know. I feel like lying about it is her way of trying to hear the answer she wants to validate her choice to do something she knows is wrong. It's all so fucked up on her end let alone the dude who is sexting someone else while his wife goes through her postpartum time. Gross.
*I also should mention that during this trip she told me that for the past 2 years she's had some 1-2 week stints of pretty intense depression where she doesn't know her purpose, doesn't know the point of life, she's not suicidal but she's super depressed. I asked if she's gone to therapy for it (which we've talked about many times before) and she said, "No, but I don't think it will happen again." She's also said many times over the years that she's blocked out most of her childhood. Like, there's some deep issues here and it breaks my heart because she is a wonderful person.
I want to say something, but I don't want to negate the good weekend we had. I also am fully aware that there is a 99% chance that what I say won't make a difference, won't magically get her to go to therapy, won't fix her problems, etc. There have been many times in the past that I've wanted to say something (usually about her drinking) but I haven't because of those reasons. Of course no one can predict her reaction, but is there any safe way to bring any of this up without making her mental health worse? I kind of want to say something like, "It makes me sad that you felt the need to lie about Bob's situation that he's married with a baby. I want to support you but it's hard for me to do that when I don't know the truth of what's going on. You are a wonderful person and you deserve more than what you're giving yourself. I want to be there for you through this, but based on what you said about having some intense depressive episodes the past couple years will you consider reaching out to a therapist?" OR maybe I just text her like, "I don't think you should pursue Bob considering he's married with a baby. He's crossed some lines but you deserve better than to be the other woman. It's not too late to do the right thing." She has such low self worth that I fear that calling out the lie will bring her down even more. There's also a part of me that's just never spoken up about stuff and I worry about being too passive/an enabler. Like I want to feel good about the choice I make either way.

I’ve posted in here before but I thought I would do it again.
I’ve had a string of bad things happen to me the last few years that started with being diagnosed with bipolar disorder- dropping out of my dream grad school program because I was in the hospital and missed the final paper, quitting my job during a manic period and really regretting it, seizures from overheating on psych medication and moving from a city I really loved back to around my hometown due to all the consequences of that situation.
My life hadn’t been the easiest beforehand so I thought I had some resiliency, but this has made me really miserable and disconnected from my own surroundings/my own life. I have an intense feeling that I’m in the “wrong reality” - like maybe I died after one of my seizures or something (I’ve posted in Quantum Immortality before too), and I am desperate to get back.
I really liked my life beforehand and where it was going. I don’t like all the things I used to like - doing my makeup, picking out outfits, doing more creative stuff - and it feels like more than depression and things around me seem bizarre.
I’m in therapy and have been to neurologists and more intensive mental health programs, so I know I don’t have dissociative disorder or anything like that.
It’s just a feeling that something is seriously wrong with my life - more than just the job, moving, etc. I have fantasies of going back in time and not quitting my job or trying to work it out with my grad program so I could have stayed. Even going back further in time in my life so I could make different choices would be fine with me.
It’s difficult to describe but it’s just much more than not being able to accept what happened and moving on. It’s an intense feeling when I wake up that I’m unable to shake throughout the day, and more feels “wrong” and unfamiliar than the circumstances. I’m not living up to my full creative or spiritual potential, and there has been some split between me and my higher purpose.
Ive spoken to my therapist, my family and friends about it and they’ve tried to give me advice but none of them could relate to how I feel and really didn’t want to entertain any ideas that were kooky or out there.
I don’t want to hear any armchair diagnosis, but if anyone can relate or has any open-minded advice on changing my reality, please share.

I recently stayed at a fairly pricey airbnb. First night, we tried boiling hot water with the gas stove, we noticed the switch wasn’t working properly, so we turned it off, or so we thought.
We immediately started smelling gas, and it quickly spread through the airbnb. The stove was “off” but even after trying to air out the unit, the gas smell was very overwhelming. We realized it was still on, even though nothing indicated it was, but the smell. A few people said they can hear the hissing sound coming from it, but I couldn’t.
This was around midnight, and we tried calling the host many times, but no answer. We spent about 30 minutes figuring out what to do. It wasn’t until our neighbour came home, where she helped us call the local emergency gas line.
It took the guy about 15 minutes to arrive while we waited outside because of the smell. It was after 1am at this point. A few of us started getting headaches.
The worker said the stove knobs were completely broken and shouldn’t have been used in the first place. He said it was probably on the whole time, or someone knocked the knob and it turned the stove on and no one knew. He used a gas detector, and it lit up. He ended up writing the landlord a red slip that said the stove experienced a gas leak, and he the switched the valve at the back off before he left.
So here’s the problem. If we didnt boil the water, we would’ve went to sleep with the stove leaking gas. We were extremely lucky we noticed the knobs weren’t working properly. The host did not answer any of our calls till the next morning, and while she said she felt really bad, she didn’t offer us anything else.
We’re trying to get the 3 nights refunded, but we’re figuring out how to go out it. Some have been saying it’s unlikely, and others said maybe they will refund 1 night, but I think what we experienced was really scary and shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
Any thoughts?

So, I finished Rebirth a few days ago, and I've had some time to think about it all. This has lead me to the conclusion that Aerith's potential death creates huge plot holes in the "Re-trilogy". I'll lay everything out and I'd like to see what people think.
In Remake and Rebirth, it is clear that Aerith, Sephiroth, and even Cloud have knowledge of the past/future. This is evidenced when Aerith gives Marlene a vision of her (Aerith's) death. This is also confirmed in Rebirth when Marlene tells Zack and has a flashback to that exact moment. She also gives Red XIII knowledge of her death, as well as the knowledge of the Whispers. This is confirmed in Remake as Red XIII admits he found out about the Whispers when "Aerith reached out" to him. It's also confirmed in the "date" sequence between Red XIII, and Cloud in chapter 12 of Rebirth. During which Red warns Cloud of Aerith being in danger and asks Cloud to keep Aerith safe. (There is more evidence, but I'm trying to keep this relatively brief.)
Cloud and Sephiroth are shown to have prior knowledge early on in Remake. Cloud clearly sees visions of Aerith's death, which is either visions of the future, or visions of a past. I'm inclined to believe the later. This is because when Cloud meets Aerith for the first time in Remake, Sephiroth appears and tells Cloud he is "Too weak to save anyone". To me, this is a clear nod to Aerith's death in the OG. There is also the scene where Cloud first sees and follows Sephiroth, they then have an exchange of words. Cloud says "You're not real. You're dead. I killed you with my..." To which Sephiroth replies "Oh, you need not remind me." There is also the moment just after Aerith is taken by Tseng, and the Sector 7 plate fell. Cloud has one of his turns, sees Sephiroth, and Sephiroth says "You have failed again, I see." Which is either talking about Aerith being captured, or failing to stop the plate from falling. Either way, to have failed *again* means to have tried before, which Sephiroth clearly knows about. So this shows that they both have prior knowledge of events.
So this brings up the plot holes with Aerith's "death" in Rebirth.

1. Why wouldn't Aerith or Red outright tell the others of her potential death so they could take steps to avoid it, and allow Aerith to potentially have a better outcome for herself? Yes their memories were stripped by the Whispers after they left Midgar, but that doesn't stop them from explaining this in the Shinra building just after Aerith was saved from Hojo's lab.
   
2. How come Cloud didn't put the pieces together from his visions to at least figure out what was going on before things got to that point?
   
3. The biggest plot hole of them all. Why did Sephiroth kill Aerith again, when his murder of Aerith was the ENTIRE reason his plan failed in the OG? Yes, he was defeated in combat, but Holy went off far too late to stop Meteor, and it was Aerith from within the lifestream that stopped it. His plan would have ultimately worked if Aerith was alive. Sephiroth having prior knowledge of these events means he MUST have known this. So why kill her again if it was the reason he failed the first time? If the point was to send Cloud over the edge, why not Kill someone else? Tifa for example. Cloud has known Tifa longer than anyone as she was a childhood friend. That would have achieved the same result, if not accelerate the process, and Aerith wouldn't be within the lifestream to put a further obstacle in Sephiroth's way. It makes him look horribly inept.
   

Finally, there is the whole concept of the Whispers. What would be the point of introducing an entity that exists solely for the reason of keeping "fate" in order, only for them to be defeated to allow fate to be changed, just to have everything end up exactly the same anyway? If the outcome was inevitable no matter what happened, then fate wasn't threatened at all. So the Whispers would have had no reason to intervene.
So this leads me to three possible conclusions.

1. There is something obvious that I'm missing that would explain all of this.
   
2. Aerith is ultimately alive at the end of Rebirth.
   
3. This is a massive oversight by the writers of the story.
   

I'd like to hear some opinions on this. Thanks, if you took the time to read this.

Background:
Me and GF worked together. I saw her on dating app and messaged her jokingly. She responded by showing genuine interest in me. She had been dating her ex who also worked there for 4 years but was continuously talking about how she wasn't happy. We went to get coffee and hit it off. I was interested but told her I would not move forward until she actually was single. A week later she told me she had dumped him. Over the next two months, I fell in love. She made me so happy. I felt like I could be me and had support from her no matter what. Throughout the same time, I kept noticing things that made it seem like they weren't broken up. Everytime I mentioned my concerns I was met with frustration and denial. The big moment happened when I was at her house laying in bed and she was being very cold. I asked what is wrong and she told me that she wasn't feeling this. I was very upset and left. I called one of my friends to come hang out because I was sad. They told me that they know for a fact she had never broken up with her ex. I called GF and asked her straight up. She finally admitted to it. I was so hurt, angry, betrayed. I asked to meet and gave her all of her stuff back. I asked about all the times when I was suspicious, and I was right every time. I already had major trust issues prior to this and this amplified things.
Over the next week after everyone at work including her ex learned the truth she took 2 weeks off. I tried not to text her but I was so angry and had so many questions. Eventually she came back to work and seeing her there killed me. I was already planning on moving for school at the end of May and I decided to move it forward to April 15th. Once she heard I was moving, she reached out and I told her I was leaving etc. Despite knowing it was a bad idea, I agreed to hang out. She explained she was doing therapy, felt so horrible, wanted to make it right. I forgave her. I do still truly forgive her. I do not hold what happened in the past against her at all. I did express that regaining trust will take time and while I may not be upset with her over the past, It still is something I have to deal with. We hung out over the next month until I left. We had an amazing date the night before I left and I agreed I would want to continue things long distance. I love her so very much and I do believe she feels the same. I also told her that since I struggle with trust so much and being this far away, I am going to need reassurance and plenty of communication for a bit while I adjust and she understood.
After I moved she began working significantly more. She is the type of person that doesn't need a lot of attention and is totally happy spending a week alone. I am too in most regards except with my partner. We were only calling once or twice a week and barely texting. I expressed my want for more communication and she got annoyed but agreed. After another week of it getting worse, I expressed it again and was met with anger. I told her I am trying to express my feelings and not trying to tell her what she is doing wrong and she just got more mad but agreed to try more. The next Sunday, I didn't hear from her til 6 and she said she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep but she would call before work the next day. The next day came around and when I knew shift was starting and I hadn't heard from her I called and sh said she called out and was going to sleep for a bit more then call. I did not hear back from her the rest of the day. I texted her a few times making sure she was okay and heard nothing. I started to get worried and called every hour or so. Around 4AM the next morning I couldn't fall asleep because I was so worried that she might either be not okay or cheating on me. I called her a few times and she answered and just said leave me alone. I sent a few long texts explaining my concern and that this is hurting my ability to trust you. The next morning when she woke up she called me and yelled at me telling me that it was out of line and she just wanted to sleep for 48 hours. I said you could have told me that, I do not feel like I am a priority in your life and I was concerned you were with someone else. She yelled some more and hung up. Later that day she called and gave a half assed apology and said she would work on it. every other day we would argue about how she isnt actually trying which would be met with anger anger. Yesterday, she texted me around 4PM saying she didnt feel good and wasn't going to work and that we could call later. Never heard back from her. I texted, called, and got no response. I texted her a few long messages about how hurt I am. I woke up to multiple all caps texts saying "leave me alone" "I cannot stand this shit".I explained my worry and she said "I dont want to talk to you I literally cant talk". I said you could have just told me that. she said "I did last night and it didnt make a difference now literally i mean this leave me alone". I asked if now or forever? her response "if you keep not listening then yes" I responded "Ok I got my answer I hope you feel better good luck" Her response was " You really dont know how to shut the fuck up""
I feel like even though I love her immensely I should be getting some effort inreturn. I do not feel like I am asking too much. I just want to feel loved and important and she doesn't make me feel any of those things. However, when I am talking to her or with her I am so incredibly happy. Should I stop trying, or just accept the poor treatment because I love her?

"Himiko?" Kokichi knocked on the door to Himiko and Tenko's room later that night. Himiko had taken a long nap after such a disappointing day. But, before she fell asleep, she reflected deeply on what Kokichi had told her. She had to admit that he was right, that she needed to a better attitude about herself. But, how to do that, she didn't know. She suddenly remembered his words: You should be smart, confident, and capable of doing things your way. Her way? What was her way, exactly?
"Himiko?" Kokichi whispered a little louder. Himiko opened her eyes, hearing Kokichi calling out to her. She scrambled out of bed and went over to answer the door. Kokichi smiled at her with his usual cheeky grin. "Hey, sleepyhead! Are you still planning on selling cookies?" Himiko took a deep breath and nodded. Kokichi had given her some courage to actually try things and take chances, to try and overcome self-doubt.
"Yeah. I'm ready," she said. There was still a part of her that didn't want to, but she forced that part of her into silence. She lifted her chin and smiled at him. "I'm ready, Kokichi." Kokichi smiled back at her.
"Alright, Monkey Buns!" he cheered, giving her a high five and then a hug. "Same place?"
"Alright," Himiko nodded. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She remembered what Kokichi had told her earlier about being smart and confident her way. "But, on the way over there, can we stop by my, um..." She paused to whisper. "...secret lair? "
"Ooooh?" Kokichi murmured with a curious smile. "Yeah, we can stop by." Himiko nodded and retreated back into her room to grab the two tin bowls of cookies she had baked with Three and Ten.
"Nyeh...okay, I'm ready," Himiko said. Kokichi took her hand in his, and the two crept downstairs. Some of the others were still in the dining room eating dinner, so Kokichi and Himiko had to leave through the front door to get to Himiko's secret magic room under the gazebo. Kokichi stood outside to keep watch while Himiko went inside her magic room. Once inside, she went for her magical dream powder bottle and poured some of its purple, sparkly contents into a small vial, hiding it in one of her jacket's pockets. Then, she met back up with Kokichi.
"Now I'm ready," she said.
"Okie-dokie!" Kokichi replied, taking the tin bowls from Himiko to hold them for her. "Let's go, HimikoCocoa Bean!" They then hurried over to D.I.C.E. headquarters.
"Boss!" Four said, jumping up from the couch. "And Boss Lady!"
"Hey, Ichiro," Kokichi and Himiko replied.
"Wanna hear a song that I heard on the radio?" Four asked. He cleared his throat, and began singing without waiting for a response. "If you like piña coladaaaaas, and getting caught in the rai-"
"Okay, Ichiro, that's enough," Kokichi interrupted, wincing from Four's terrible voice.
"Urgh...thank you!" Five exclaimed as she wrapped Kokichi's cape around him. After Three placed Kokichi's hat on his head, she turned to Himiko.
"So, Himiko, did you sell a lot of cookies?" she asked eagerly. Himiko gave her an apologetic look and shook her head. Three's shoulders slumped.
"Oh..." she said softly.
"What? Why?" Ten asked. "Did they not like them? Because I put all my blood, sweat, and tears into those things! Er...well, not literally...duh."
"Yeah, I hope not!" Two exclaimed, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "I bet there are people in this world who actually do stuff like that!"
"Nee-heehee...I know a very horny someone who'd do something like that," Kokichi said.
"The tin bowls are still so full!" Three said, her voice dripping with disappointment.
"It's not really the cookies that people didn't like, Keiko," Himiko said. "It was because of me."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Nine asked.
"Well, I'm not really popular at school to begin with," Himiko said. "But, I wasn't really trying my best to sell them because I didn't think I could."
"Ouch," Six muttered.
"Oh, well...still!" Three huffed. "They could have at least tried your cookies, anyways! Those...those...clowns! " Then she turned to nobody in particular. "No offense, me," she mumbled to herself before turning back to Himiko.
"Hey, no offense to the rest of us, either!" Four said.
"Should we take offense?" Nine asked. "It's not like we're actual professional clow-"
"We get it, Hideyo!" everyone but Himiko interrupted simultaneously.
"Nyeh, well...anyways, thanks to Kokichi, I've decided to try again," Himiko said, giving Kokichi a shy smile.
"Aww, HimiCocoa Bean, you're making me blush!" Kokichi teased, wrapping his arm around her waist. "But, I only get half the credit. You should give yourself credit, too!"
"And you should give us those cookies," Four said, pointing to the tin bowls in Kokichi's hand.
"Himiko, are you still going to sell these?" Kokichi asked. Himiko thought for a moment. She remembered what Tsumugi said about chocolate chip cookies being plain and boring.
"No," she finally answered. "Actually, I've decided to go with Ten's plan from earlier."
"Right! Um...wait, what plan was that again?" Ten asked.
"The plan to make the snickerdoodles," Himiko said.
"Oh, yeah!" Ten remembered, a grin crossing his face.
"But, I wanna add a secret ingredient of mine," Himiko said.
"I hope it's not blood, sweat, and tears," Two said, shuddering.
"Why not?" Seven asked with a creepy smile. "Don't you like that salty, metallic flavor in your cookies?"
"Ew! Yuck! Kokichi, make her stop!" Five said, covering her ears.
"Tsukiko, don't make me tell Emi to get Mr. Sparkles," Kokichi warned. Seven hid under a blanket.
"No, please. Anything but that accursed pink and plushy unicorn!" she hissed. Five grinned smugly at her.
"Can we help you bake again, Himiko?" Three asked hopefully.
"Nyeh...of course!" Himiko answered.

"Neat-o! Let's get started!" Ten said, rubbing his hands enthusiastically. Kokichi nodded to Himiko encouragingly, and she followed Three and Ten to the kitchen. They soon got started on the batter. Himiko removed the vial of dream powder from her pocket.
"Oooo! What is that stuff?" Three asked, entranced by the purple, glittery powder.
"Hopefully the thing that'll win over any potential customers," Himiko answered before pouring the powder into the mixture. She mixed the batter until it became a shiny, glittering harmony of many colors.
"Holy Constantinople-y!" Ten exclaimed. "What the heck kind of secret ingredient is that?!"
"The batter looks so...pretty!" Three breathed in awe. "It's so...shiny and sparkly!" Then, she lowered her voice. "Is this...some of your magic, Himiko?"
"Nyeh...that's right," Himiko nodded.
"I know this is might sound like a dumb question, but...are you allowed to do that?" Ten asked.
"Nobody at school knows about my magic except for Kokichi," Himiko said. "So, technically, it's not not allowed. And besides, Kokichi said that I need to be smart and confident my way. And magic is my way of doing just that."
Part Eight
Sunday afternoon. Himiko took a deep breath, deeply breathing in the warm air as a gentle breeze flowed around her. Today, she felt lucky. She stood behind her table at the front of the school. Above her was a more colorful, glittery sign she and Three had worked on with the word, "Snoozydoodles," written in swirly letters. Hopefully it would be enough to bring in some customers. Her snickerdoodles were laid out on three large trays in front of her so that the other students could see their colorful and sparkly design.
"Hiya, Himiko!" came a cheerful voice. Himiko looked up and was surprised to see Three.
"Keiko?" she whispered. "Nyeh...what are you doing here?"
"I decided to come and cheer you on...and to make sure the turd buckets here buy your cookies," Three replied. "I put some love and special care into those cookies, and I didn't bust my tail just to have nobody buy them!"
"Nyeh...but...Ten and I worked on them, too," Himiko pointed out. "And I put my 'special ingredient' in them."
"I know," Three said. "But, I feel like if I worked hard on something, either by myself or in a group, I'd like for the world to see it, that's all."
"I understand," Himiko said with a small smile. "Wait...this is supposed to be a competition between me and Kokichi! I don't think he'd appreciate you helping me out, especially since I should be doing this myself."
"Well, I'll just be here for emotional support, then!" Three said. Himiko smiled gratefully and nodded.
"I guess that's okay," she said. " Thanks, Keiko. I like your outfit, by the way." Three scanned her outfit proudly. Instead of her D.I.C.E. uniform, she wore an oversized, cream-colored fluffy sweater over a short, pink ruffled skirt. She wore a pair of white tights with some loose pink socks and a pair of black and white checkered lolita shoes with pink straps. In her hair were pink bows over each pigtail.
"Eeee! Thank you!" she squealed happily. "It's not very often I get to go out in cutesy clothes like this, unless I'm undercover! Well...I guess you might say I'm going undercover right now, but...eh, whatever."
"Speaking of which, why are your shoes checkered?" Himiko asked. "Won't that give you away? Part of the reason why people know your organization is because of the checker pattern scarves...which makes me wonder how people haven't suspected Kokichi being part of...you-know-what."
"Heehee...I call that the 'Sailor Moon Effect,'" Three giggled. "But, anyway, when members of the organization are wearing casual clothes, we have to wear some article of clothing with a black and white checkered pattern to let other members know our affiliation. The beauty of it is that there are people not affiliated with us who wear checker patterned clothing, so it gives us a chance to blend in as if we're just regular people. That's why we have a codeword to tell the difference between members and the 'reggies.'"

"What's the codeword?" Himiko asked. Three leaned in closer to Himiko.

"'Funny business,' " she whispered.
"Nyeh...that's actually really cool," Himiko admitted with a smile.
"Yeah! You should really join, Himiko!" Three said. "I think you'll have lots of fun!"
"Fun with what?" asked Tenko, suddenly appearing with Angie and Tsumugi behind her. She had a frown on her face and marched right up to Three. "Himiko, who's this girl, and what's she trying to get you to join? WAIT!! Is this girl the friend you were talking about?! The one who helped you bake cookies yesterday?!"
"Yeah," Himiko nodded.
"Hey! I recognize you!" Angie said. "You're one of the girls who rescued Himiko from that crazy girl many months ago!" Three brightened.
"Yeah! That's me!" she said.
"Tuh...I could have rescued Himiko, you know," Tenko huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at Three.
"Well...why didn't you?" Three asked.
"Urgh...!" Tenko scoffed. "Who do you think you are?!"
"I'm Michika!" Three lied, using one of her aliases. "I'm here to support Himiko with her cookie sale!"
"She doesn't need your support," Tenko said, stepping in between Three and Himiko. "Himiko already has me! Right, Himiko?"
"Umm..." Himiko mumbled.
"Of course you do!" Tenko interrupted.
"But...you didn't even let her finish," Three said.
"I didn't have to," Tenko said. "I already knew what she was thinking because we're best friends."
"Well...then...if you're her best friend, why dont'cha buy a cookie?" Three suggested craftily.
"Hmph! I will!" Tenko scoffed and turned to Himiko. "How much for a cookie, Himiko?"
"Nyeh...same as before," Himiko answered. Tenko paid ¥500 and grabbed a shimmery, glittering light green snickerdoodle from one of the trays. "Ooo, these are pretty, Himiko! Did you bake them all by yourself?"
"No, um...Michika helped me again," Himiko answered. Tenko glared at Three and flipped her hair at her.
"Well...they're okay, then," she said haughtily. "But, they're extra special because you helped, Himiko!"
"What are these cookies called, Himiko?" Tsumugi asked, scrutinizing a glittering blue cookie.
"Nyeh...they're called 'Snoozydoodles,'" Himiko answered. "They're snickerdoodles, but a special kind of snickerdoodles."
"Oooo! Why are they called 'Snoozydoodles?'" asked Angie.
"You have to eat them right before going to sleep to find out," Himiko answered mysteriously. Tenko hovered her cookie in front of her mouth.
"Oh! So, I have to eat this right before bed?" she asked.
"That's right," Himiko nodded.
"Aw, that's so creative, Himiko!" Tenko cried in adoration. "You're really clever, too! I bet you thought of the name!" Three rolled her eyes in annoyance. Himiko provided a little baggy for Tenko to put her cookie in, and provided some for Angie and Tsumugi, as well, after they had paid for their cookies.
"Thank you, Himiko," Tsumugi said.

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Himiko!" Angie chirped.
"Well...I guess we'd better try out the other cookies," Tsumugi said. "Everyone else said they'd have different flavors of cookies, too. Although, I don't think I'll try Kokichi's after what happened yesterday. I can plainly still feel the burn on my tongue."
"Hmm...I thought his cookies were divine!" Angie exclaimed. "I have never felt such an intense rush of heat before! Especially in a cookie!"
"Leave it up to a degenerate male to bake something so...horrible! " Tenko spat. Three raised a brow at her.
"Degenerate male?" she repeated. She didn't like hearing her boss being referred to that way.
"Yeah! Males are all scum of the Earth!" Tenko said. "Kind of like...best friend stealers."
"I wasn't trying to steal your best friend," Three said, fed up with Tenko.

"Huh...why did you assume I was talking about you? " Tenko asked. "You know what happens to people who assume things, don't you?"

"They end up knocking all 32 teeth out of the person accusing them of assuming things?" Three replied, trying to keep her cool.
"And you're violent!" Tenko shouted. "You're clearly a bad influence on Himiko!" Three stared at her in disbelief, creating an awkward silence to linger in the air.
"Well, um...I guess we should be going then," Tsumugi said, hurriedly yanking Angie away. "C'mon, Angie. Tenko? Are you coming?"

"No. I think I'll stay right here and help Himiko, since she clearly needs my support," Tenko said, glowering at Three.
"Tenko..." Himiko sighed in exasperation, but Three merely smiled sweetly at Tenko.
"Oh, my gosh! Where'd you get your outfit?" she asked. Tenko looked down quizzically at her outfit.
"W-Why...do you want to know?" she replied with suspicion.
"It's just so pretty!" Three replied. "Are you, like, the Ultimate Princess, or the Ultimate Cheerleader, or something?"
"Um...n-no...I'm the Ultimate Aikido Master," Tenko stammered as a small blush appeared on her face.
"Oh, wow! That's even better!" Three exclaimed. "I bet you give those...degenerate males...what they deserve all the time!" The hardened look on Tenko's face from before disappeared.
"You bet I do!" she said proudly.
"Oh...I wish I could be like you!" Three breathed. "You're, like, my hero! I bet you're a hero to girls everywhere!" Tenko lowered her head bashfully, blushing like crazy.
"N-No...I'm not all that...great," she sputtered.
"I bet you'd do anything for girls, huh?" Three asked.
"Oh, yes!" Tenko answered. "So long as you aren't a degenerate male, you're a friend of mine!"
Says the girl who just accused me of stealing her best friend, Three thought to herself. "Hooray! I'm happy to hear that! But...to tell you the truth, I can't believe you just ditched your other friends. They were girls, after all, and you just let them walk right into the school where they could be potential prey for those boys-er...I mean, degenerate males." Tenko gasped with realization.
"Oh, my gosh! You're so right!" she cried. "But...what about Himiko?"
"I'll look after her," Three said. "You trust me, right? I am a girl after all."
"Ohhh...well, okay," Tenko said. Then, she smiled. "I'll trust you, Michika! Take care of Himiko!"
"Oh, I will!" Three said. "Bye! Goodbye!" Tenko waved goodbye, leaving Himiko and Three alone. Three exhaled. "Finally, she's gone!" Himiko stared at her in amazement.
"Nyeh...that was incredible!" she cried. Three shrugged modestly.
"Yeah, I guess I picked up a little bit of manipulation skills from the boss," she said. "He's way better at it than I am, though! That girl was so annoying, by the way! Is she seriously your best friend?!"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Himiko answered. "She wants to support and protect me all the time."
"Sounds more like she wants to breastfeed you, or wipe your butt after you poop," Three said in disgust. She and Himiko shuddered at the thought. "Well, anyways, now that 'Tin Cup' is gone, let's put you on the cookie map!"
"Right!" Himiko said, and gave Three a high five.

(sorry this is long, I just started and couldn’t stop)
I'm a 57F professional working as a Contracts Specialist for a large Tech Company. I discovered I have total Aphantasia about 2 months ago. I hate saying it that way, I "have" Aphantasia. It sounds like a disease or something. Still working on a way to word that when I share this with people who have never heard of it.
I have spent the months doing as much reading and self-searching as possible. I immediately felt relief when I discovered what Aphantasia is and have never had the feeling that I am missing out by not seeing the images, but I can sure understand why some would feel that way. For me it was the answer to questions I have been asking myself all my life. I just found out "I'm not crazy" AND "I'm not alone". I've never posted anything like this before, but when I joined, reading things like this from others when they first find out they are an Aphant was very helpful.
Some things I have thought about since learning this about myself.
Psychology Profession and Memory Loss - I have known I have a bad memory since I was a kid, I never understood why I couldn't remember things until someone "triggered" the memory. Once triggered, I can remember things fairly well. As many young adults, I had some issues adjusting to college life and chose to seek help with a professional. This was my first experience with being told I must be repressing a traumatic experience from my childhood. We spent many months/years and many tears trying to determine what that could be. Now I should add I was abused as a child and had remembered and dealt with that. My parents ended up shipping me off to my Grandparents to get away from her influence. But answer me this, if I remembered it and dealt with it and no longer had negative consequences from it, why didn’t my memory get better? Over the years I have seen a couple other therapists that wanted to concentrate on repressed memories because of my memory. I went along for a while but finally became convinced that there were no other memories to find. But that profession took a lot of my money, time and emotional wellbeing - yet nothing was ever discovered. I doubted people in my life that I never should have. Now I believe Aphantasia should be a part of all professional training for mental health wellness. I'm old, so maybe it is now??
Fake Memories - After experiencing this kind of high pressure "therapy" I can totally understand how people create fake memories. So many thoughts and details were provided during these sessions, I could have easily started to "make" things up and that leads to believing it happened in that environment. As a woman, I am always looking to please people, I tried to please my therapists. Aphantasia or not, false memories are not as hard to plant as you might think especially when that person is trying to make you happy.
Being Present - This has been a big thing the last few years. People pushing for you to be present in your life. Professionals have also mentioned that my memory issues may be due to the fact that I have never "been present" in my life. It took a few sessions to understand what the hell they meant and then spent much time trying to "be present" and I the only thing I determined is that I have always "been present" as best I can! I stopped going to therapists after this one.
Objects & Memories - I now understand why I have been holding on to things that most people would have let go of by now. For instance I have a large stuffed animal collection and have always told my husband I could not get rid of any of them as each one is a trigger for a good memory. I am afraid if I get rid of it, that memory will be lost forever. If the memory really does go away, then I can get rid of that object. If there is no memory trigger, it's pretty easy to let go. Same with taking photos, I have a better understanding of why I always had my camera out. Without a picture, did it really happen? Not in my memory!
Deep Connections - Aphantasia may be a factor in my perception as to why I cannot make deep connections with people. Because my brain does not pepper me with visions and thoughts of loved ones, I don't think about other people very often. I don't know what people mean when they say "I miss you". I truly am an OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND lifer. When I have expressed to others that I feel that way, I have been told they feel a deep connection and don't know what I would mean by deeper. Now I believe since I don't think about others often, I've just convinced myself over the years that my feelings must not be deep. If it were deep, wouldn’t I be on their minds like I am on theirs? I am starting to understand things a bit differently now, I love and care DEEPLY for the people in my life, I'm just not triggered to remember them.
Learning/Training - I have always had issues with classroom learning. I have trouble concentrating on what is being presented unless there is some kind of hands-on activity associated with the training. I recently moved to a new position at work, I used to be a corporate trainer. To start my new position there was a large learning curve. I found when someone one told me something about the job I needed to see it or even better perform the task myself. That is not always available in training situations. It has taken a while to get up to speed in this position and I was doing a great job of beating myself up about not catching on quickly. I must be getting old, I thought. I was usually frustrated as a trainer when I had to train people my age, they just didn't seem to "get it" when others did. Well here's my payback, now I have to learn and I'm the one not "getting it". I do really wish I had known about Aphantasia/Hypophantasia/Hyperphantasia while I was a trainer. I think about all the improvements I could make on the material if I knew how the student's memory worked. I never really used much visual assistance, other than performing the task in front of them, and now I think that would have been helpful for "normal" memory types. The good thing about my memory is that once I understand WHY something is done, I've got it, it's in the vault. I actually do better than most others once that lightbulb goes off. Sometimes it just takes a while to really have that understanding. I am very detail oriented and technical; I can pick up computer operating systems quickly, they make sense.
Face/People Recognition - I have a hard time identifying characters in a movie, especially if they are wearing similar clothing or haricuts. I even have difficulty remembering my waitperson after talking to them directly. I usually remember if they were Female or Male, but not always. If I need something from them, I am awful at locating my wait person. I usually end up asking some random employee. Once I am familiar with the person, I will recognize them, but there has to be some kind of connection made. This has proven to cause quite a bit of embarrassment when I run into someone I have met and have zero recollection of who they are or where I met them. Unfortunately, this has happened more than a handful of times. It makes the other person feel bad and that's the last thing I want to do.
Another thing I noticed that I believe fits in this section, is how people can imitate others. I now understand how they can do that; they actually have a mental image of that person doing something. They can see them moving, hear them talking and then interpret that to an imitation. That was one of the many lightbulbs that went off in my head while researching Aphantasia. I mean how does someone tell a sketch artist what someone looked like after a crime? Not only face blindness but adrenaline flowing as well. But some people can remember down to the angle of their eyes and shape of the mouth. That has always been such a mystery to me, how can people do that? Now I understand, they actually SEE the face.
Processing Information - One thing I have been wondering is if Aphantasia has anything to do with how fast my brain processes information on the regular. I have been called a fast thinker when I come to a conclusion quickly and process what is in front of me quicker than others. I notice this when playing games, learning and putting things together during a conversation. I have the ability to see the big picture which allows me to put things in place and make decisions quickly. It drives me crazy when it takes my mom 5 mins to make a move in a game. I can understand that a bit better now, so learning this about myself has also helped me understand others. Others have all kinds of images they are needing to process to decide. And after sharing my findings with my family I have determined that my mom is a Hyperphantasic. Her memory is amazing, she remembers everything from her childhood from 4yrs on. I've always been jealous of that kind of memory.
I even understand how Chess works and what they mean by look ahead 5 moves.
Psychedelics - In the Aphantasia community, I have FINALLY found kindred spirits when it comes to experimenting with certain drugs. Aspirin, Antihistamines, pain killers and other prescribed drugs work just fine. But when I have taken any illicit psychedelics, nothing happens. The first time I noticed I was not as affected as others was in college. I just figured everyone else was really exaggerating and I wasn't interested in trying again. But I have since tried experimenting again with my husband who has gotten into Microdosing. We thought it would be interesting to take a recreational dose. He had an awesome time with lots of visuals and motion. For me, nothing. I could make the grass or a picture on the wall get "movement" but nothing like what he was experiencing. Decided to try again, this time with my sister and husband. I took a double dose this time just to make sure I would feel something. Nope, nothing. I have tried up to 10g at a time with nothing (DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME, DONE BY A PROFESSIONAL). I have never heard of anyone else having this kind of experience until I joined this group. There have been several people indicate they have similar experiences including one who even called out that they don't feel anything more than a minor wavey feeling.
Now I think it is probably for the same reason we don't have a "minds eye". Some synapses somewhere are not sparking normally. I do believe for some Aphants, this does actually lead to some visual or other sensory experiences they have not had before. But for some of us, we don't have the ability to "Trip". This is probably the only thing I have found that I don't like about Aphantasia. I have been able to put a positive spin on most of what I have found, but I do wish I could experience that feeling others have while taking a "Trip".
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? – This is a question that I have had to answer many times in my career, it is one of the favorite questions asked during an interview. I’ve never been good at answering that question. Others would provide great details on where they see themselves going, but I have never had the ability to look that far ahead. I don’t see myself anywhere specifically, I tend to follow the opportunities that come my way.
In conclusion (yes finally almost done) I've gone 57 years telling myself I can improve my memory, "I'll remember that if I really think hard" but I never do. Or I try to make sure I am "Present" so I can remember, nope, doesn’t help either. Now that I have an answer that explains my brain is acting differently than most people, I don't kid myself anymore. I'm just not going to remember and that's OK, that's how my brain works and part of who I am. There is nothing I can do about it, no more wasted time working on my memory!!
I can honestly say I am grateful to learn about this memory process and for the ability to move on from difficult situations. There are many more things I could get into, but that would be an even bigger book. My sister can get stuck on something that is difficult for her to get past, the images of bad things “haunt” her. For me, as soon as the actual event is over, it may take a few days depending on the severity, it is buried and does not "pop in" and bring me back. If only I had known this when I was younger, I can only imagine what I could have accomplished! I imagine my self-doubt/hate could have been less with this information as well as the therapist bills that could have been saved. This is such important knowledge, I am so happy to see research being done!! I only hope the information continues to spread so more people are aware. I don’t know if all the things above are in direct relation to Aphantasia, but my eyes have been open to these differences.

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so im 21f and im learning about spirituality and i have a spiritual therapist ( she's not a scam artist btw, she's really good at her job ) its been few months since im doing spiritual therapy, she's been helping me alot and recently she has been asking me about if my family has twins and obviously at first i was confused because i didnt know anything about twins and the only twins i know in my family are from my fathers side but then she asked me if my mom was pregnant with twins and i said no she wasnt but then she asked me again when my mom was pregnant with me, did i had a twin?? I was confused because if i had a twin my my mom would have told me, so i asked her why is she talking about twins and then she said since the beggining she noticed that there is a twin boy always beside me but at first she didnt realize it until a few sessions later. I thought maybe its from the past or its from my family ( my family always carries secrets ) but she truly believes that its my twin, maybe my mom didnt know about but im still confused because its my first time hearing this and idk if this normal or this can actually happen. She said there is a connection between me and the twin boy because he's always beside me like an guardian angel. And also i forgot to add when she saw him after a few sessions later she noticed that he was twin and the other one its still alive and at first she didnt know who the other twin was but then she noticed that it was me or maybe it could be me but idk. I still havent asked my mom yet but i asked my older brother 25m if he knew about this but he was weirded out like i was and he doesnt believe it but he said probably its someone from my family not my twin but then i asked him if mom did ultrasound and he said the only time she did that was to see if i was boy or girl and it was when she was 4 months pregnant.... so idk i need advice maybe she could be wrong or maybe shes not because the spiritual world anything can happen.
And if someone says like " shes a scam artist " shes not, shes a pro in her job and also idk if this weird she can feel my emotions ( im not open about it and im very closed off ) so everytime im feeling down or really bad, she would always call my mom asking if i was okay or safe because she could sense something was wrong with me ( and no i dont always tell her what im feeling like she can sense it ) and many things she does that honestly y'all would not believe it because its out of this world. And she never sugarcoats anything, shes very honest and very firm aswell
So yeah like im very confused rn if something like this has ever happen to someone or if its normal if you were pregnant but you didnt know you had twins but one of them dies but you still dont know about it. Im still questioning this and my whole life, maybe this is why ive always felt something was missing and why i felt so lonely, idk
And also dont insult me or anything like im very sensitive so please dont be mean, im just trying to figuring out about this whole situation
Edit: this is my first time posting on reddit, maybe i made a few mistakes and im sorry in advance and this is the first place i thought about asking this question, thank you for your time

Hello I'm Kate marsh and I'm here to give you the rules for the Blake's house. I'm not going to relive my experience by telling y'all what happened but this I guess is my way of helping who ever finds them self there. So here goes nothing.
Rule 1: as you drive it should be a trailer if not then circle around until it is then pull into the drive way.
Rule 2: the key will be underneath the first step of the stairs. After getting it unlock the door and enter. You may feel a weird presence there but don't worry that's normal.
Rule 3: there should be 3 to 4 cats 1 orange 2 or 3 gray cats. They stay in the house except for one that comes in and out she has a pink collar and is light gray. If not in the house make sure it's her when she wants in.
Rule 4: to identify the right cat look at there teeth,eyes,fur color and there size. (Kate here Sense I'm recounting my story there's no picture but if y'all ever find y'all selfs here then y'all will see and better identify the cats)
Rule 5: there is no attic door. Sense our house is a trailer if you see a attic door make sure it's closed if not hurry and hold it close for 15 seconds then close your eyes and say "there's no attic door" 5 times then open your eyes it should be gone. If it's for some reason still there then go and hide in the cats room for 15 minutes then go back to doing the chores.
Rule 6: your chores. You need to feed the cats, make sure they have water, clean there litter boxes (yes 2 of them), vacuum the house, dust the house and make sure everything is "normal"
Rule 7: when going into the parents room make sure you cut the light on before the door shut if you don't just exit the room fast, close the door behind you and wait 15 seconds and try again. If the bed is inmade make it up. The pillows go light to dark and should face either outwards or inwards. Then clean the litter box in there.
Rule 8: make sure there's a crystal in each room of the house if not go back into the parents room a d grab a crystal form the box and place on the crystal holder in the room. If a crystal have turned black and glowing dark smash it with a hammer and replace it and burn the smashed one in the fire place mounted in the wall in the living room.
Rule 9: when I tearing the cat room make sure they haven't pulled out anything form the closest. It's a storage room aswell and they tend to mess with the stuff.
Rule 10: after finishing with the second litter box in the playroom take the bag outside go around back and dumb the stuff into the water hole. Me and the wife been needing to fill it and been using there "stuff" to do it with. Then throw the bag into the trash and head back inside.
Rule 11: there food labeled in the fridge for you to eat or cook. When using the stove make sure it's not smoking. If it start to turn it off and clean it. Then try again. It you fail to clean it make sure the fire is normal if not see rule 12.
Rule 12: fire colors. If the fire is green that's ok it won't hurt you and will actually boost the vitamins and proteins of your meal. If the fire is blue or will make it stay cold and even frost your meal. If the fire red it will cook faster and may even burn Thur the pot or pan. If the fire is yellow or orange it's will act like regular fire. If the fire is clear then get the fire extinguisher and put it out. It may or may not summon the spirit of the anime if your using meat. If the fires black then just leave the house there's no hope for it or our cats.
Rule 13: after eating make sure to put your dishes in the dish water. If the dish washer expands I yo the wall and looks like a mini galaxy underwater is on the other side close the door and wait 30 minutes. If it just expands a few feet then close the door and wait 5 minutes. If normal then just use it regularly (the cascade is on the counter).
Rule 14: if you need a break sit in the recliner. If you feel your being watched just ignore it. If you see a what looks like a flash light shining on the reflection of the TV ignore it. If the room suddenly gets cold just rap your self with one of the blankets on the back of the couch. Of you start to feel scared and or shake try and remain calm and breathe in and out and think of happy stuff the effects will only last around 10 minutes then get back to working.
Rule 15: make sure the vacuum the cat room, the hallway, the living room, the kitchen, the second hallway and the parents room, it should be normal but dobt try to vacuum the rugs cause there get sucked in like a cartoon but if you accidentally do suck one up it's ok it'll just come out your pay.
Rule 16: the kids room. Do.not.go.into.there.room if you hear breathing ignore it. If you hear rattling ignore it. If you hear banging. Ignored it. If you hear faint sounds like a TV on just ignore it. It's not really and not important.
Rule 17: remember to feed and water the cats. There food is in a box with a twist on lid on the kitchen it most twist off left is it twist off right then close it back and go on to giving them water.
Rule 18: there water. Making sure it's not a weird color. If it's blood change it. If it's cyan it's fine its just more purified. If it's yellow it's piss. Change it. If it's briwn take it it's not what you think. It's chocolate just put it in the fridge and replace there bowl (the other blows are on the counter in the kitchen as well). If the water black then dumb it outside in the water hole and toss the bowl in aswell and make sure your hands are clean of the stuff.
Rule 19: make sure each window is showing the same weather if not close each one for 15 seconds and keep trying till they do. Even if it's the wrong weather it only matters that there the same.
The last rule. Rule 20: after leaving the monster will be send by mail if done everything correctly you will receive 700$ and a thank you card. Make sure it's us that returbed home that night if not then I hope you stay say and dint meet another clone. Of you have dreams of our house go seak a thipist just tell them "you house sat for the Blake's" there give you medicine to stop the dreams. If you go back and see our house is gone it's ok we were never hear. If your house start acting like ours did move out and forget your things it's our new house now and we're sorry. With this you are prepared for your job hopefully you enjoy and follow the rules.

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I need some advice/opinions. So basically last month I randomly went into anaphylaxis. (for reference I’m not allergic to anything, but I am type one diabetic) So I got up around 12:00 pm ish and decided to go to the kitchen,and eat a banana.(fyi I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened ) then a couple minutes later I went into my friends room,I sat there until about 1:00 when my stomach started to hurt (witch seemed normal to me) (i also want to add I felt like I was going to throw up so I took a gravol and drank some water) i checked my blood sugar and I was high so I did a correction. a couple minutes later my arm (right) went completely numb And I started to panic,then I had INTENSE!chest pain on the same side (my friend thought I was having a heart attack) then my ears popped and I couldn’t hear well, then hives started to appear on my chest face and underarm, and my throat started to close . (at this point I was completely sobbing and my friend asked if I wanted to call an ambulance) after about 5 minutes I agreed. I got up and started to pack my bag. then me and my friend went outside to wait for the ambulance, when it came they gave me epinephrine and some other medication. (at this point my heart rate was 220) and they drove me to the emergency room, long story short(er) the doctors said that it probably wasn’t bananas because I had a banana smoothie the night before and because of the delayed reaction(2ish hours)but just to stay away from them incase. Later when i went home I decided I wanted to tempt fate, so I drank a sip of a smoothie witch contained banana. (then I stayed up all night having a panic attack) but I didn’t have any allergic reaction. ! Important side note: ! I’ve never had bad panic attacks before or really cared about my health (some anxiety but that’s it).but ever since I went into anaphylactics I’ve been having horrible panic attacks every night (or when I try any food) and it mimics the symptoms of my anaphylactics (eg tight throat, chest pain ,numbness in my limbs,and sometimes hives) and its really hard to deal with, I’ve been constantly clutching my epipen just incase and I don’t know what to do. !!!! I’ve been booked for an appointment with an immunologist and allergist for testing so I’ll update when I get that done.(also I’ve been looking into idiopathic anaphylaxis and I’m considering that it could be that because it can be caused by increased immune system which at the time I was sick (and I’m diabetic) and it can also be caused by stress.) !!!!! Thank you for reading!!!!! !!!Any advice/opinion is appreciated!! UPDATE - It’s been a couple of months and a few doctor appointments later and my skin test results came back negative for every thing, in June i am going for my oral test but since I’ve been exposed to banana eg:vape,peels. I haven’t had another reaction since. I’ve got my blood tested for cholesterol and triglycerides witch both came back incredibly high for my age plus high white blood count, so I did some research and I think it could possibly be because of all of that. Since my immune system is extremely messed up with t1D and all of that stuff I am imagining that it is probably an immune problem. I also want to add the past few times I’ve eaten peanuts or peanut butter my mouth has been itchy and tingling but nothing else, that never happened before ether. SUMMERY- I had a random anaphylactic reaction in feb after eating a banana (but I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened) after I came home from the hospital I had a sip of banana smoothie and was fine. I started having panic attacks, I went for testing the results came back negative, went for more tests I have high triglycerides and cholesterol. I already have a messed up immune system (bc I’m T1D) I also have a high white blood count but a good thyroid . I have an oral test in June for banana, since I had the reaction I’ve been exposed to banana :peels and vape. And haven’t had a reaction since. In conclusion I think it could be an immune problem since I’m unhealthy.

My best friend has continually dated since she was in middle school, there hasn’t been a time since then that she hasn’t been with it at least talking to a guy. This isn’t coming from a place of judgement, but more so to give some backstory. I think everyone is wired differently, some people value being in a relationship and put that on top and others may not even be inclined to be in one at all. But her last relationship was rocky, it lasted almost four years and she told me when I helped her move out of their place when they broke up- “I want you to hold me accountable, I need to be alone for a while and think that I want to try being happy single”. After a few weeks she started snapping guys that we went to school with or mutual friends with a flirty undertone. I think that’s healthy for one because all these men are single and she deserves to have a little attention and two because she gets attached so easily maybe it could be “exposure” therapy in a way because these men weren’t dating her or hanging out with her at this time so I figured it was a great way for her to talk to guys without getting attached. That was until Brett, she snapped him for about a week. They made plans and he never followed through, she told me she had already started to develop feelings for him.
I also get attached easily. And I’m a different side of the coin, I haven’t been in a relationship for 5 years because my last one was exhausting and mentally debilitating. The last date I went on I fell really hard fast, because I was desperate for love and it was so unhealthy, I recognized my toxic actions and took a huge step back from dating. I know that I’m scared to be with anyone. I’m communicating this because I really do my best to be open, understanding and empathic to her plight. The last thing I want to do is shame her, or make her feel unheard.
This leads me to Josh, Josh and I have known each other for years. My best friend, Josh and I have ran in the same circles since highschool. I would consider him a good acquaintance and friend, the kind of friend that you b.s with at parties or mutual hangouts but aren’t necessarily close.
Josh asked me a couple years ago to go out for drinks, a date was hinted at. At this point I had been seeing someone for a couple months, it wasn’t necessarily inclusive yet but I didn’t feel right going and honestly I thought it was a great way out of denying the date because I honestly did not feel the same way toward Josh. I wasn’t surprised because I knew he had liked me in the past, but i conveyed my situation to him, appreciated his friendship but I had to decline the invitation. He took it like a champ and it wasn’t an issue. I know that you are the company that you keep, although Josh is a “friend” and we have great banter, I keep him at arms length for multiple reasons. One being he is misogynistic, I know that it’s not exactly high moral ground but as long as he’s not being an absolute pig, I excuse it because we’re not very close. And the handful of times he has said stuff about women that makes me uncomfortable enough to call him out, I do.
I had told my best friend about this when it happened and she almost seemed jealous, but it wasn’t a “oh someone asked you out, that’s cool” kind of jealousy. She had been unhappy in her relationship at this time for a while so I genuinely believe it was more so an envy to do with not being able to have the freedom to go on a date or talk to other men in that aspect.
About 4 months ago I got a text from her saying “so Josh asked me out for drinks”. My stomach dropped a bit, her being an anxious attachment type and him having so much toxic masculinity. I was immediately worried about how this will play out. But for context, I have not said anything inherently bad about him around her or the relationship that they have so far because however it plays out I don’t want him to to think I’m the bad guy and put seeds in her head or hypothetically isolate her from me.
He hasn’t put a label on their relationship the past 4 months, she’s been persistent in communicating that she wants one. The past 3 months she’s been staying at his place almost every night. She tells me this is the best she’s ever been treated. But I think that’s only the lover girl in her talking because I think he’s been manipulating her to an extent.
She told me that he’s been picking at her appearance, she has peach fuzz above her lip (as we ALL do!) and at dinner the other night she said he kept bringing up laser hair surgery and when she got defensive, he picked up on it and she told him why. He brushed it off and kind of doubled down.
There’s been more than a handful of things like that, but this next one is 90% of the reason that I’m making this post.
Last weekend they were laying in bed after sex and he was holding her, he said verbatim “I’m not as sexually attracted to you as I wish I was”.
What the hell??
She immediately pushed off of him and started crying. They went to a concert later, and the rest of the night he kept calling her pretty but she just didn’t want to hear it.
Now she’s been really insecure about herself since then, I think he was negging her. I went on here to look for advice, because we have so many mutual friends I’m cautious about what I say because of the principle of it. I don’t want her to think that I’m judging her. I just hate how he’s treating her in this entire thing. A chauvinistic pig.
P.s. I approached the comment about holding her accountable multiple times in the beginning but at a certain point I felt that she was adult and has to come to these decisions by herself. I’m still going to be there for her and tell her my honest opinion when she asks, but I realize I need to do it in the right way or it may do more harm than good.
P.s.s I wrote this on my work break so I’m sorry for any story confusion

I am 21 and back in the fall I ended up hooking up with a straight "friend". I told only a couple of my close friends, and he just called me a few minutes ago, after months of not talking to me. I am at work and all I hear over the phone is "I'm gonna be at your fucking ass" and I asked why and I didn't hear him but I just hung up and blocked him. I am worried that he'll come by my house at some point. Is there anything I can do besides blocking him? I've never been in a fight, nor plan on it. I'm worried something will happen but I'm not sure what else I can do. Any help/advice would be greatly appreciated.

ANY ADVICE/STORYS ARE APPRECIATED 🙏🙏🙏 Hi ( Updated-Summary at bottom)
I need some advice/opinions. So basically last month I randomly went into anaphylaxis. (for reference I’m not allergic to anything, but I am type one diabetic) So I got up around 12:00 pm ish and decided to go to the kitchen,and eat a banana.(fyi I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened ) then a couple minutes later I went into my friends room,I sat there until about 1:00 when my stomach started to hurt (witch seemed normal to me) (i also want to add I felt like I was going to throw up so I took a gravol and drank some water) i checked my blood sugar and I was high so I did a correction. a couple minutes later my arm (right) went completely numb And I started to panic,then I had INTENSE!chest pain on the same side (my friend thought I was having a heart attack) then my ears popped and I couldn’t hear well, then hives started to appear on my chest face and underarm, and my throat started to close . (at this point I was completely sobbing and my friend asked if I wanted to call an ambulance) after about 5 minutes I agreed. I got up and started to pack my bag. then me and my friend went outside to wait for the ambulance, when it came they gave me epinephrine and some other medication. (at this point my heart rate was 220) and they drove me to the emergency room, long story short(er) the doctors said that it probably wasn’t bananas because I had a banana smoothie the night before and because of the delayed reaction(2ish hours)but just to stay away from them incase. Later when i went home I decided I wanted to tempt fate, so I drank a sip of a smoothie witch contained banana. (then I stayed up all night having a panic attack) but I didn’t have any allergic reaction. ! Important side note: ! I’ve never had bad panic attacks before or really cared about my health (some anxiety but that’s it).but ever since I went into anaphylactics I’ve been having horrible panic attacks every night (or when I try any food) and it mimics the symptoms of my anaphylactics (eg tight throat, chest pain ,numbness in my limbs,and sometimes hives) and its really hard to deal with, I’ve been constantly clutching my epipen just incase and I don’t know what to do. !!!! I’ve been booked for an appointment with an immunologist and allergist for testing so I’ll update when I get that done.(also I’ve been looking into idiopathic anaphylaxis and I’m considering that it could be that because it can be caused by increased immune system which at the time I was sick (and I’m diabetic) and it can also be caused by stress.) !!!!! Thank you for reading!!!!! !!!Any advice/opinion is appreciated!! UPDATE - It’s been a couple of months and a few doctor appointments later and my skin test results came back negative for every thing, in June i am going for my oral test but since I’ve been exposed to banana eg:vape,peels. I haven’t had another reaction since. I’ve got my blood tested for cholesterol and triglycerides witch both came back incredibly high for my age plus high white blood count, so I did some research and I think it could possibly be because of all of that. Since my immune system is extremely messed up with t1D and all of that stuff I am imagining that it is probably an immune problem. I also want to add the past few times I’ve eaten peanuts or peanut butter my mouth has been itchy and tingling but nothing else, that never happened before ether. SUMMERY- I had a random anaphylactic reaction in feb after eating a banana (but I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened) after I came home from the hospital I had a sip of banana smoothie and was fine. I started having panic attacks, I went for testing the results came back negative, went for more tests I have high triglycerides and cholesterol. I already have a messed up immune system (bc I’m T1D) I also have a high white blood count but a good thyroid . I have an oral test in June for banana, since I had the reaction I’ve been exposed to banana :peels and vape. And haven’t had a reaction since. In conclusion I think it could be an immune problem since I’m unhealthy.

(I made this a while ago on a old account and just remembered about it so I decided to post it here hopefully y'all enjoy)
I don't have long. I go on walks in the woods before bed nothing too creepy happens. Well one time I head a wolf so I had to run didn't go back in the woods for a few week. But then I started my nightly walks it was the middle of winter and unlike most stories there was no snow. So I was walking around just exploring I had a bottle of water and a pack of peanuts and some chips. I usually walk for a hour or two so I was at the 45 minute mark of my walk when I heard what sounded like a stick being stepped on.
I stopped form a moment and waited to see if I head any thing else sounded like somebody walking. Not here's something u should know I don't ever see anybody else out here unless if it somebody who needs me and came looking for me. So hearing this was creepy I started walking a little faster but trying to stay quiet so who or what ever was out there didn't find me. I wouldn't go back cus it sounded to my right and a little behind me I turned around and kept looking over my shoulder but I didn't see anything.
It did stop for a bit and after 15 minutes I thought I would head back plus it was starting to get dark so I kept a kinda fast pace just in case. It took about 25 minutes before I head it again but this time it sounded close and was back the way I came and now to what's now my right what what would of been my left earlier. So I when into a speed of someone skipping and after about what felt like 3 minutes I head a small quiet moan. It sounded like a old man that had fallen and was in pain. I stopped hoping no body was hurt I listened and head it again it's wasn't louder or quieter it sound the same direction away.
The voice called and said simiss who ever there please help me I fell and I thing I twisted my ankle. It took me a moment to think and called out. Are you ok do u need me to get help I don't have my phone but I'll run and get help it mite take me a moment.
It took the man a moment before I head.
No please don't leave me out here I don't want to be eaten by a bear or wolf's please I was out looking for my dog I haven't seen her in a few days and I came looking I head u and I was trying to ask if you seen her.
I was about to answer him but then I remembered something a few nights ago I was out for my usual walks a butt earlier in the day than usual. I was bored that day and had nothing to do anyway I was walking around when I smelled something It Small like death I thought a wolf or bear had killed something so I went towards the smell carefully not to be head by any animals just In case one was eating. What I saw scared me it was a dog it was black with white areas on it not sopts but just ares of white. What I say made me pulk the fruit snacks I was eating while walking don't worry I was putting the trash in my pocket.
Anyway what u saw was the dogs guts and all our own the ground blood everywhere and bugs on and Inside the thing it was disgusting I was starting to tear up I didn't know what to do but the thing that scared me was that it looked like it was ripped open and bite marks was on its neck and on its back it was missing it left front leg and back right leg.
I took a picture of it before leaving that was 5 days ago now back to the old man. I asked him what color his dog was and he said.
It was black and patches of white fur.
And before I said anything else I realized something was worng about his story he said his dog went missing 3 days ago but the corpse of the dog I found was 5 days ago. Meaning eather there was two different dogs that where black and white or this guy was lying. Eather way I had my guard up just in case. I know I didn't mention this before but I always bring a pocket knife with me just in case. I asked the man if he was alone he said.
Yes but my wife will be worried if I'm not back soon.
It was almost completely night if I didn't figure this out soon then it would be harder to get help with it being dark and the animals that will come out. I ask the guy if he lived hear by and if I could get his wife and this is what he said.
NO! i-i-i m-mean I live a bit away about 37 minutes u mite not "come back in time". And I don't want to "be" by my self for to long do please ( now crying ) PLEASE COME HERE.
I started to become scared he sounded louder and a bit closer and mader. And before I respond some caught me off guard his voice when he said.
Come back in time. And be.
His voice sounded lowers and not of a old man. I took 2 steps back and yelled to him. ILL BE Bring HELP IF I RUN IT SHOULDN'T TAKE ME LONG. ... ... ... I didn't go hear anything for a what felt like 27 seconds I heard a loud deep scream. It only took my a second before I booked it I hard running behind me I only looked back once and that all I need to run faster. What u saw was a haft rotten corpse of a old man running after me his limbs was moving at odd angle as the Thing ran it looked like it was losing ski. It had a missing eye and a few teeth missing. I ran and ran I heard it getting closer and closer. After what felt like forever of running I remember I had a knife
I took the knife in my hand I didn't have good ame so if I wanted to slow it down I had to get close. ... Way to close. So after a little bit more of running I turned around with my knife in hand and blade open. When I turned around I saw nothing I knew I heard it running but I had ran for a good bit so it mite of stopped with out me knowing. But I didn't stick around cus I thought I heard leafs breaking so I started running again after a bit I got back to my house and took no time unlocking the door and going inside and locking the door but I still didn't feel safe so I went around my small home and looked I. All the rooms after that I made sure all the doors were locked and locked all the windows and closed the blinds and certains.
I heated me up some left over pizza I had and went to my room and watched some YouTube. I didn't sleep that night the for the next few safe to say the I haven't went out at the for the next few days after a week I started to be able to sleep I work form home so I didn't leave unless I had to which wasn't often just to get food/drink's/mail now for the main reason I'm telling this story I watch the news form time to time and on this night I was watching it while scroll through TikTok when I heard on the new they found a missing guy dead on the road.
Now I turned up the volume just u don't hear this alot atlest I don't want scared me the most that it was the guy that was chasing me when I say the my jaw dropped then I found out it was the road about 5 miles away from my house. Let's just say that I got me some food and water my knife block full of all of it's knives and locked me in my bedroom and the other door leading to my baft room the thing that terrified me the most is the big window in my bedroom room this is not a tiw storie house so if anything could happen.
Now the reason I'm waiting all this I heard tapping on my window and knocking on my front door ik it's that thing and I now know what it is I saw it's shadow on my window certain it had a human like body with what looked like a deer skull I'm being hunted by a wendigo and ik I will died if this is my last time hear I just want y'all to know if u ever hear walking in the woods RUN cus I don't have long to live.

Just recently I've had a close friend of mine venting about something pretty messed up that happened some years ago, even before I knew them (we've been knowing each other for about an year and a half).
It involves their step-father, and now, while neither they explained further in detail what exactly happened, nor am I going to for privacy reasons, it was pretty bad.
[TRIGGER WARNING: I am going to give a clearer explanation of the situation as I believe that, in order for you to understand, I should provide a more detailed telling of what happened. However, if you believe to be someone sensitive or you're not used to hear about explicit and traumatic stories, then I recommend you to skip the next paragraph, or just stop reading the post for your own good.]
Anyways, as I previously said, I haven't been given many details, but enough to know in what kind of situation my friend was in. It started when they were at the end of elementary school, and finished when they were about in middle school; while they said that the abuser never went as far as "deflower" them, he still has done something that is depraved enough to make him into a child predator. I'm pretty sure that I can't describe it in here because of Rule 4, but I don't feel like saying it anyways because it would be disrespectful towards my friend's regards (they don't know that I'm posting about this, but I feel like there's something deeper about it and I need answers; that's the main reason why I'm trying to be as transparent as possible).
They still live with their step-dad, but they just avoid him. I've always noticed it, yet I didn't know the reason until recently, though I've always noticed that they avoiding him that way was weird even for a step-dad - kid relationship, and so I've kind of thought that there was something more. I didn't expect it to be so serious, obviously.
Now, I didn't come here just to vent about a traumatic story a friend told me, and I don't need you to believe if it was real or not. I've come here to tell you because it made me have many thoughts about it.
I know the post it's starting to get long, so I'll try to cut it short. Really, I apologize for it being so long, but I feel like I need to share this.
For context, I've been in the internet not as long as many have here, but I've heard some of the most disturbing and depraved stories around on the internet. I've been watching Iceberg videos about true crime stories and some seriously messed up topics, even from reddit or 4chan, so It's not the first time I hear something messed up.
I've also had other friends share very traumatic and disturbing experiences, especially from when they were very young, that could be almost even worse.
If I'm going to be honest, I'm not going to say this to belittle this person's experience, but I've heard some things that could be way much worse and intense, like things that you can hardly recover from if you live them. That was just to clarify that I'm, if not completely desensitized, hard to impress.
So, while they were telling me this, I've felt a strong feeling of anguish that I haven't felt in years from hearing this kind of things, and I was starting to get incredibly uncomfortable, like as if it was something that had to do with me personally, and not just as a friend listening.
The feeling has lasted for almost an hour, and even when I would hear stories of this kind, and would get the chills from it being it too gruesome, I've never thought about it so intensely, and for so long.
I've also felt kind of guilty, and if I had to give a reason for it, it would be probably because I've made some pretty dark humored jokes that were close to the topic, though it's the humor that me and them are used to, and I've never seen them get uncomfortable at them, and they've done some pretty dark toned jokes about it to (it was before I found out about this fact, that's also why I didn't really expect it, especially because this friend as hardly ever been open about traumatic experiences). But at the same time, I still feel guilty about it, even after knowing that it's not my fault since I didn't know about this, and also because they still seem to be comfortable when I do that kind of jokes, so I don't know really why I feel this way.
I've also never felt so personally involved in a story of a deeply traumatic experience, and while I still felt disgusted, I've felt very deeply disturbed while hearing it, and afterwards.
I don't know if it's because, while other people venting to me about this have felt more free, while this friend was cleary hesitant about telling it. Though they didn't seem uncomfortable about the experience itself, but rather what would I have thought of them after hearing it and if my personal view about them would've changed (of course it didn't). In fact, they have referred that they were "fine" about it (I'm guessing they meant that they recovered from it, yet I'm sure that nobody recovers completely from something like that), and they were chuckling about it, but it was clear that their laughter came from nervousness, which makes completely sense, because someone will hardly feel completely comfortable about telling something like this.
But what I'm just saying is, they didn't look anguished or deeply scarred from it, thankfully, so I don't think that it was their tone or body language to make me feel that bad about it.
Now, I've made this post for a question that involved mostly me rather than them. I hardly recollect any memories that go from my early childhood to about 4th-5th grade. I've already mentioning that I can be very paranoid, and I think a lot, maybe even too much. But you could already tell from reading this.
I feel like as if my brain wiped away part of my childhood. I still have some memories about some friends I've made, and some games I used to play, but I hardly remember anything that I haven't been told from my parents. I've felt like this way before I was told this story, by the way.
Now, for context, I live in a healthy household, and no one from my family has never abused me. I've never been bullied or abused by adults, at least not at the point for it to be traumatic, and I don't live in a place where there's a high crime rate. Besides, I've never left home alone until middle school.
I'm don't know much about psychology, but I know that sometimes it can happen that your brain erases traumatic memories from the past, yet they still remain in your subconscious, so they can still have effect on you.
Now, going straight to the point, I've already said that I'm paranoid, but I'm very afraid that something important from my childhood might have been erased, and I can't remember it at all.
I'm not saying that anything actually happened, but I've also never felt this strange in a while, so what I'm looking for is answers, and if you would mind to answer my doubts it would be very kind of you, after all is what I've been writing this post for.
Feel free to ask any questions, however keep in mind that I won't give away very private or specific information about my or my friend's personal life. Also consider that I' a minor, just so that you might think twice before asking certain questions.

ANY ADVICE/STORIES ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!! Hi ( Updated-Summary at bottom)
I need some advice/opinions. So basically last month I randomly went into anaphylaxis. (for reference I’m not allergic to anything, but I am type one diabetic) So I got up around 12:00 pm ish and decided to go to the kitchen,and eat a banana.(fyi I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened ) then a couple minutes later I went into my friends room,I sat there until about 1:00 when my stomach started to hurt (witch seemed normal to me) (i also want to add I felt like I was going to throw up so I took a gravol and drank some water) i checked my blood sugar and I was high so I did a correction. a couple minutes later my arm (right) went completely numb And I started to panic,then I had INTENSE!chest pain on the same side (my friend thought I was having a heart attack) then my ears popped and I couldn’t hear well, then hives started to appear on my chest face and underarm, and my throat started to close . (at this point I was completely sobbing and my friend asked if I wanted to call an ambulance) after about 5 minutes I agreed. I got up and started to pack my bag. then me and my friend went outside to wait for the ambulance, when it came they gave me epinephrine and some other medication. (at this point my heart rate was 220) and they drove me to the emergency room, long story short(er) the doctors said that it probably wasn’t bananas because I had a banana smoothie the night before and because of the delayed reaction(2ish hours)but just to stay away from them incase. Later when i went home I decided I wanted to tempt fate, so I drank a sip of a smoothie witch contained banana. (then I stayed up all night having a panic attack) but I didn’t have any allergic reaction. ! Important side note: ! I’ve never had bad panic attacks before or really cared about my health (some anxiety but that’s it).but ever since I went into anaphylactics I’ve been having horrible panic attacks every night (or when I try any food) and it mimics the symptoms of my anaphylactics (eg tight throat, chest pain ,numbness in my limbs,and sometimes hives) and its really hard to deal with, I’ve been constantly clutching my epipen just incase and I don’t know what to do. !!!! I’ve been booked for an appointment with an immunologist and allergist for testing so I’ll update when I get that done.(also I’ve been looking into idiopathic anaphylaxis and I’m considering that it could be that because it can be caused by increased immune system which at the time I was sick (and I’m diabetic) and it can also be caused by stress.) !!!!! Thank you for reading!!!!! !!!Any advice/opinion is appreciated!! UPDATE - It’s been a couple of months and a few doctor appointments later and my skin test results came back negative for every thing, in June i am going for my oral test but since I’ve been exposed to banana eg:vape,peels. I haven’t had another reaction since. I’ve got my blood tested for cholesterol and triglycerides witch both came back incredibly high for my age plus high white blood count, so I did some research and I think it could possibly be because of all of that. Since my immune system is extremely messed up with t1D and all of that stuff I am imagining that it is probably an immune problem. I also want to add the past few times I’ve eaten peanuts or peanut butter my mouth has been itchy and tingling but nothing else, that never happened before ether. SUMMERY- I had a random anaphylactic reaction in feb after eating a banana (but I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened) after I came home from the hospital I had a sip of banana smoothie and was fine. I started having panic attacks, I went for testing the results came back negative, went for more tests I have high triglycerides and cholesterol. I already have a messed up immune system (bc I’m T1D) I also have a high white blood count but a good thyroid . I have an oral test in June for banana, since I had the reaction I’ve been exposed to banana :peels and vape. And haven’t had a reaction since. In conclusion I think it could be an immune problem since I’m unhealthy.

In the town of Portswin, Tennessee during the 1970s, there lived the Dorvell twins: Paul and Lara. With their dark brown hair and lovely brown eyes, they acted like they owned the school. They always treated their classmates like they were beneath them. Most kids are afraid to stand up to them because their parents are members of the PTA and they knew what would happen to them if they did.
However, there was only one person in town who wasn't afraid of them. Her name was Sallie Garrett and she was the new kid who just moved with her parents from the big city of Philadelphia in the north. Every day, she always wore a blue dress to school and at home which most kids thought was pretty weird.
She didn't care what they thought, though and when she first met the Dorvell twins, she only bumped into them by accident and that made Paul, the tougher of the twins angry. He told Sallie to apologize at once and she did so, sarcastically of course which only served to make them even more mad.
Once Sallie left, Lara and Paul plotted to make the new girl's life as miserable as possible. And for the next couple of days, they did so by flicking paper balls at her, tripping her in the school cafeteria, and calling her mean names. Sallie just ignored them, not letting their bullying get the best of her.
Finally, the twins had enough and they planned something so bad that it would change everything in their small town forever. One day, as Sallie was walking home from school, she noticed two people following her. She assumed that they were just other kids looking to make friends with her, at first.
But they kept following her and she was getting tired of it. Sallie turned around and she recognized the ones who are following her: Paul and Lara Dorvell. Her eyes widened and she began to sprint into the forest. She ran for miles and miles looking for a place to hide, but the twins were already behind her each of them holding a big rock in their hands.
Lara and Paul bashed her head with the rocks from behind and they continued to do so over and over again until Sallie stopped moving or fighting back. She was dead. Without any remorse, the evil twins buried her body that was wearing the blue dress in the woods, hoping to get away with the sin they have committed.
For a while, no one noticed that Sallie Garrett had vanished. But after a few hours, her folks started to get concerned that she hasn't arrived home for supper. So they began posting missing posters of the girl and even started a search party with the entire Dorvell family joining in to find the girl.
Tired of looking for Sallie, Paul and his sister headed off to another part of the woods to relax before they could continue on their search. Suddenly, they began to hear a voice. The voice sounded familiar as it said, Vengeance. Vengeance.
At first, they brushed it off as just the wind. But as the voice continued to repeat Vengeance, the twins started to feel like they were losing their minds. They covered their ears to block out the sound, but it got louder and louder until it was right behind them.
I'm here.
The Dorvell twins turned around to see Sallie just as she was when she died in her blue dress. But she and the dress were covered in dirt with Sallie herself still with the bleeding wound from her head.
"I-it can't be," Paul stuttered before screaming at her. "You're dead! You're dead!"
But Sallie just laughed and locked eyes with her killer, putting him in a trance. Lara hesitantly walked to her brother, but he smacked her in the head with a rock. The same rock he used to kill Sallie. Lara fell to the ground and tried to crawl away, but he caught up to her and began smashing her with the rock. And then, everything went black.
Once it was done, Sallie snapped the boy out of his hypnosis before smiling sweetly and fading away into the afterlife.
When the townsfolk found Sallie's body, they also found Paul standing over the body of his now dead sister, his lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. He tried to tell them that it wasn't him and it was Sallie's fault for making him kill his sister in the first place. Yet no one believed him. After all, his shirt and pants were covered in his sister's blood. So he admitted to not only killing Sallie, but also killing his sister.
After that, he was found guilty for the murders. But because of his young age, he was put away in a juvenile detention center before transferring to the county prison a few years later. For the rest of his life, he would often wonder whether it was guilt that drove him to kill his sister. Or maybe it was all in his head and that he was so obsessed with maintaining his status that drove him to commit this deed.
We'll never know, but this tragic incident impacted their small town for years to come and it still does to this day.