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"On the second day of his civil fraud trial in New York last fall, Donald Trump posted a photo of a young woman, Allison Greenfield, standing next to New York senator Charles E. Schumer. Trump claimed falsely that she was “Schumer’s girlfriend” and was “running this case against me.”
Trump’s post about Greenfield, the principal law clerk for New York Supreme Court Justice Arthur Engoron, received only around 1,400 shares, modest activity for a former president whose Twitter account once had nearly 90 million followers.
Engoron, who oversaw the trial, ordered Trump to take down the post, which he did the same day. But the message was already out. The next day, insults directed at Greenfield flooded right-wing podcasts and social media.
Over the next two months, dozens of articles focused on Greenfield’s role. Conservative media personalities such as Laura Loomer and the cable TV news channel Newsmax kept the spotlight on the clerk by frequently repeating Trump’s complaints.
With the attention from Trump’s backers came threats and abuse — a torrent that compelled Greenfield to tighten security at home and avoid public transportation. When transcribed, the harassing voice-mail messages left for Greenfield covered more than 275 single-spaced pages.
Those concerned about the impact of Trump’s incendiary and often inaccurate messages have long sought ways to limit his reach. Cable news networks stopped airing his speeches live. Social media companies adopted new rules to slow the spread of false information. The targets of his bogus election conspiracy theories sued him and his proxies.
Perhaps the most significant move to limit Trump’s audience came after the Jan. 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol: bans on Twitter, Facebook and YouTube, blocking him from some of the most influential social media platforms of the era.
And yet, three years later, a Washington Post analysis shows how those efforts have failed.
Now the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, Trump is as potent a political force as ever, with an army of amplifiers ensuring that his messages — true or untrue — reach a broad swath of the American public."
"Truth Social was estimated to have 5.4 million website visits in the United States in March, with another 800,000 on its app. By comparison, X, which was formerly known as Twitter, claimed more than 200 times that, with over 1 billion visits. Facebook is estimated to have had 3 billion visits in the same period, according to audience tracking firm Similarweb. Even though Trump has now been reinstated on the larger platforms, he has stuck with Truth Social, a platform that gives him greater freedom but a far more limited reach.
Yet despite its relatively small user base, Truth Social is influential because it sustains the networks of MAGA influencers, culture warriors and election deniers that power the right-wing media and guide the rhetoric and policies of many Republican elected officials. It directly connects Trump to influencers with enormous networks and audiences outside the platform, The Post’s analysis found."
"By “recirculating golden nuggets from Trump, influencers provide the bonding of this media ecosystem,” said Yochai Benkler, a Harvard Law School professor who has long studied propaganda. “The more outrageous and trolling of the libs it is,” added Benkler, “the more attractive it is for those who want to make money and get credibility inside the political community for being a true believer.”
Trump recently praised Truth Social for its effectiveness. “When I put out a statement or message, it is SPREAD all over the place, fast and furious. EVERYBODY SEEMS TO GET WHATEVER I HAVE TO SAY, AND QUICKLY,” he wrote on the platform in early April."
"Influencers such as conservative radio and TV host Mark Levin, former Trump adviser and media commentator Sebastian Gorka, former Trump national security adviser Michael Flynn, and online personalities such as Philip Buchanan, who posts using the handle Catturd, regularly share Trump’s Truth Social posts within the platform and amplify his messages to their massive followings off it. Levin, Gorka, Flynn and Catturd each boast over a million followers on X, and Levin and Gorka host popular podcasts. Levin, Flynn and Buchanan did not respond to requests for comment. Gorka responded by saying, “You are scum and a hack. Go to Hell.”
"One of the reasons Trump has not regularly posted on X is that he wants to create and keep financial value for his Truth Social site, which he carefully tracks, according to people close to him who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss private conversations.
He has relentlessly tried to promote it, telling his advisers that he wants to break news on the platform to bring in more users. That focus paid off with an early, heady valuation of the company that peaked at more than $10 billion in late March, though shares in parent company Trump Media and Technology Group have fallen sharply since then."
" Philip Buchanan, a 59-year-old living in the panhandle of Florida, is the person behind the social media personality Catturd. Buchanan began tweeting in 2018 as a so-called “Reply Guy,” someone with a small social media following who communicates primarily in the comments section of prominent users. Today, his X account boasts 2.4 million followers, including former Fox host Tucker Carlson, billionaire X owner Elon Musk, Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.) and Donald Trump."
" Buchanan, whose identity was revealed by Rolling Stone and confirmed by The Post, has credited his social media fame with changing his financial life. In January, he told Tucker Carlson, the former Fox News personality who now hosts a show on X, that he bought a new truck, started a podcast and now sells a line of Catturd-branded merchandise. "
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Let’s start from the beginning….
Family abuse
Bullying his own mother
Sister calling him out pt. 1
Sister calling him out pt. 2
Sister calling him out pt. 3
Talking shit about his mother
Needs money from mom for her to see him on Christmas
Lies about seeing his family
Arrests
Domestic violence, assault, and drugs
Possible animal abuse or property
Nola charges
Greenville charges
Probation brag
2024 dv charge
2024 dv charge pt.2
Fatphobic / body shaming / ageism / sex shaming / sobriety shaming
Body shaming victim
Body shaming
Body shaming
Body shaming proof
Body shaming technicalmoon
Technicalmoon pt.2
Technicalmoon pt.3
Technicalmoon pt.4
Fat shaming and bullying comments
Body shaming a fan(Megan)
Victim and body shaming
Sex shaming Laura
Ageism
Sobriety shaming
Body shame 2024
Transphobia/ homophobia
Misgendering trans man
Backhanded trans tweet
Trans man kicks nick out of local bar
Backhanded Fb post
Jerk to gay man on tiktok
Linda binda pt.1
Linda binda pt.2
Blame games
All charges are from defending himself
Blaming Mariah for getting kicked out of gyms
Blaming friends and Mariah
Blames mom
Blaming Laura and childhood
Blames owners for being banned from gyms
Blames Laura
Mariah’s fault
Mariah fault about cops
Chats fault
alcoholic ex gf Mariah fault
Blaming mags for swatting
Blaming chat for eviction
chats fault for Amanda bynes
Oreo his cats fault
Everyone’s fault and leave him alone
Animal abuse
Oreo force fed and flipped around
Treats boy cats differently
worm infested water and food
Kitten in a cage
Never cared about Oreo
Neighbor saves Oreo
Catnapping
Oreo is free
Condition and update on Oreo now Pete
Another update
Oreo story
Latest Oreo-Pete update 2024
Final words
Scammer / grifter
Tiktok grifter
Porn scammer pt.1
Porn scammer pt.2
Omissions
Made Mariah hit him
Laughing at dv
No one says no to nick
Admits to swinging back
Admits to manipulating Mariah
Mariah asks to eat
Admits to supplying alcohol to alcoholic gf
Admits yo being self absorbed and cocky
Says Jeffery dahmer isn’t the worst person
Forcing Mariah to take mushrooms
Badgering ex girlfriend.
Calling her a stalker and love bombing
Ageism and clout chaser
Gaslighting and manipulation
Clout chaser
Crazy stalker
Height shaming , dog shaming , cat shaming
Blaming Laura for him going to see her on probation
Love bombing him story
Tiktok bio
Green screen
Tiktok post w/ Laura receipt
Facebook post
Sensory issues
Threats to exes / friends
Threatening Laura with other girls.
Friend Shawn post
Thomas & smoking crack
Threatening chat and technicalmoon
Sex tape with Laura threat
Threatening Laura
Threatens to doxx laura
Abusive relationship
Forcing Mariah on cam
Being disrespectful to Mariah
Disrespecting while having important convo
Disrespectful while drunk
Mariah is a guest in his life
Arguing on live about life.
Mariah crying
Fighting with Mariah and he stops being so kind.
Kicks Mariah out
Mariah get tf out pt 2
Mental breakdown
Mental breakdown pt2
Mental breakdown pt3
Mental breakdown pt4
Mental breakdown pt5
Love bombing
Convincing Mariah it’s her fault
kicking Mariah out again
Wanting a new gf
shaming Mariah
How Mariah needs to take accountability
Blaming Mariah for being jealous
Kicks Mariah out again
Kicks Mariah out final time 2024
Victim statements
Mariah
Mariah
Mariah
Mariah
Laura
Laura
Victim
Victim
Rachel
Jada fan
Sam pt1
Sam pt2
Sam pt3
Thank you to alll who has contributed in making this snark page for what it is today. Shout out to all the creators of these posts. If this hasn’t convinced you he’s an awful person, I’m not sure what will.
Snarkers please let me know if I need to add anything and the next one will be the lore and incidents surrounding our boy Nicky. Plz send in any videos you feel are important and again thank you!
Happy snarking 🫶🏼

I’ve been working on a list of all the celebrities verified by John Kitchener. I’ve mainly sourced this information from Kitchener’s YouTube channel, Facebook page, and Pinterest.
Some of these celebrities I have heard about their essences, but I couldn’t find a direct source. For example, I’ve heard Angelina Jolie is 70% Romantic and that Audrey Hepburn is a Classic, but I haven’t found sources that confirm this yet.
Also, as you can see, most celebrities do not have a full percentage breakdown of their essences. For a lot of celebrities, I could only find their primary essences or a few of their essences without a percentage breakdown. For example, for Gwyneth Paltrow, he says she is, “gentle looking, ethereal, with some youthfulness, classic, and casual influences.” I took this to mean she is primary Angelic, with some Youthful, Classic, and Natural, but I couldn’t find the exact percentages.
Please let me know if there are more celebrities that are verified (with sources) that I can add to the list. Also, please let me know if any of the celebrities I have listed are incorrect. Like I said, I tried to exclusively stick to sources directly from Kitchener, but if I made a mistake, let me know and I’ll correct it.
Women
Adele- Romantic with Multiple Essences
Alison Sudol- Youthful with some Natural, High Spirited, and Romantic
Angelina Jolie- 70% Romantic
Anjelica Huston- Dramatic
Anne Hathaway- 40% Classic, 30% Romantic, 20% High Spirited, 10% Dramatic
Ashwarya Rai Bachchan 70% Romantic, 10% Natural, 10% Classic, 10% Youthful
Audrey Hepburn- Classic
Ava Gardner- Romantic with Classic
Bette Middler- 45% High Spirited, 35% Romantic, 10% Classic, 10% Natural
Betty White- Youthful with High Spirited
Bonnie Aarons- Dramatic
Bryce Dallas Howard- Angelic
Candice Bergen- Romantic and Classic
Cate Blanchett- Angelic with Dramatic
Charlize Theron- Romantic with Classic
Cher- Dramatic
Chita Rivera- Dramatic
Daryl Hannah- Angelic (Andrea Pflaumer suggests she also has some Dramatic and Romantic)
Dot Jones- Natural
Eartha Kitt- High Spirited
Edie Falco- Natural
Elizabeth Taylor- Highly Romantic (at least 70%)
Emma Stone- 35% Youthful, 25% Classic, 15% High Spirited, 15% Romantic, 10% Natural
Frida Kahlo- Dramatic and Romantic
Giuliana Rancic- Romantic with some Dramatic and Natural
Grace Jones- Dramatic
Gwyneth Paltrow- Angelic with some Youthful, Classic, and Natural
Halle Bailey- 45% Youthful, 35% Romantic, 20% High Spirited
Hillary Clinton- Natural and some Classic
Idina Menzel- Dramatic and Romantic
Ina Garten- Natural
Jane Fonda- 35% Classic, 25% Romantic, 20% Natural, 10% High Spirited, 10% Dramatic
Jessica Chastain- Angelic, Romantic, and Classic
Jessye Norman- Dramatic
Julia Child- Natural
Julia Roberts- Romantic with Natural
Kate Middleton- Classic with Natural
Kate Moss- Angelic with some Dramatic and Romantic (according to Andrea Pflaumer)
Kathy Bates- Natural
Laura Marano- Romantic with some High Spirited
Lauren Hutton- Natural
Lesley Manville- Youthful
Lily Collins- 35% High Spirited, 25% Romantic, 20% Classic, 10% Youthful, 10% Natural
Liv Tyler- 40% Youthful, 30% Romantic, 10% Classic, 10% Angelic, 10% High Spirited
Liza Minnelli- High Spirited
Lucy Liu- 35% Dramatic, 25% High Spirited, 25% Romantic, 15% Classic
Maggie Gyllenhaal- 35% Romantic, 35% High Spirited, 10% Youthful, 10% Classic, 10% Natural
Maggie Smith- 25% Natural, 20% Classic, 20% Romantic, 20% High Spirited, 10% Youthful, 5% Angelic
Marilyn Monroe- A balance of Youthful and Romantic
Meg Ryan- Youthful
Meghan Markle- 45% Romantic, 30% Classic, 15% High Spirited, 10% Natural
Meryl Streep- “Pure” Classic
Michelle Obama- Dramatic
Michelle Williams- Youthful with High Spirited
Michelle Yeoh- Classic
Mila Kunis- Romantic
Mitsuko Uchida- 45% Angelic, 30% Classic, 10% Natural, 10% Romantic, 5% Youthful
Nicole Kidman- Classic with Youthful
Oprah Winfrey- 45% Romantic, 30% Natural, 15% High Spirited, 10% Classic
Rachel Ray- High Spirited
Renee Flemming- Romantic with Youthful
Rita Moreno- High Spirited
Roseanne- Natural
Salma Hayek- Equal Classic and Romantic
Sandra Oh- Classic, Dramatic, and High Spirited
Scarlett Johansson- Youthful with Romantic
Shirley MacLaine- High Spirited
Shirley Verrett- Classic with Dramatic
Sigourney Weaver- Dramatic
Sophia Loren- Highly Romantic (at least 70%)
Stephanie Abrams- Natural, Classic, and some Romantic
Tilda Swinton- 35% Angelic, 25% Natural, 20% Classic, 15% Dramatic, 5% Romantic
Tina Turner- 30% Dramatic, 30% Natural, 25% Romantic, 10% Classic, 5% High Spirited
Tracee Ellis Ross- Dramatic
Vanessa Redgrave- Equal Classic and Angelic
Whoopi Goldberg- High Spirited
Men
Adrian Grenier- Romantic
Ankhnaten- Angelic
Antonio Banderas- Romantic
Armie Hammer- Classic
Ben Affleck- Classic
Benedict Cumberbatch- Angelic with Dramatic
Bert Kreischer- Natural
Bill Clinton- Natural
Billy Crystal- High Spirited
Boris Karloff- Angelic
Cantinflas- High Spirited
Carel Struycken- Angelic
Chris O’Donnell- Youthful
Chris Rock- High Spirited
Dan Hunter- Youthful
Daniel Day Lewis- Dramatic
Dave Letterman- Natural
Dev Patel- Dramatic
Eddie Jemison- High Spirited
Elvis Presley- Romantic with Dramatic
Eric Holder- Romantic
Fawad Khan- 35% Dramatic, 30% Romantic, 20% Natural, 15% Classic
Gavin Newsom- Classic
Geoffrey Holder- Dramatic
George Clooney- Romantic
George Takei- High Spirited
Gerard Butler- 45% Natural, 45% Romantic, 10% Dramatic
Henry Simmons- Classic
Henry Winkler- High Spirited with some Classic and Natural
Hrithik Roshan- Romantic
James McAvoy- Youthful
James Shigeta- Romantic
James Stewart- Classic
Jared Leto- 35% Angelic, 20% Natural, 15% Classic, 15% Romantic, 15% Dramatic
Jean Dujardin- Romantic
Jim Henson- Angelic
Joel Grey- High Spirited
John Denver- Youthful
Johnny Depp- Dramatic
Macaulay Culkin- Angelic
Martin Landau- Angelic
Michael J. Fox- Youthful
Muhammad Ali- Natural
Nick Nolte- Natural
Nyle DiMarco- Dramatic
Paul McCartney-Youthful
Paul Rubens- High Spirited
Prince Harry- 45% Natural, 25% High Spirited, 15% Classic, 10% Romantic, 5% Youthful
Rich Ting- Dramatic
Ricky Martin- 35% Romantic, 35% Dramatic, 25% Natural, 5% High Spirited
Roberto Benigni- High Spirited
Russel Brand- Dramatic
Ryan Reynolds- Classic
Simon Rattle- Angelic
Stanley Tucci- 40% High Spirited, 30% Classic, 15% Dramatic, 10% Romantic, 5% Natural
Tom Ellis- 50% Dramatic, 30% Classic, 10% Romantic, 10% Natural
Tyson Beckford- Dramatic
Zach Galifianakis- Natural
Zachary Quinto- Dramatic

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Card Info
Airing on DAZN or Oktagon.tv @ Saturday 05.04.2024 at 12:00 PM ET
Main Card:

Division	Fighters
Catchweight (176)	Christian Eckerlin vs. Miroslav Brož
Light Heavyweight	Pavol Langer vs. Marc Doussis
Welterweight	Matouš Kohout vs. Islam Khapilaev

Prelims:

Division	Fighters
Catchweight (150)	Max Holzer vs. Eemil Kurhela
Flyweight	Beno Adamia vs. Stipe Brčić
Strawweight	Mallory Martin vs. Anita Bekus
Welterweight	Endrit Brajshori vs. Tayo Odunjo
Bantamweight	Haifa Reso vs. Erika Tomm
Bantamweight	Sandra Peterhoff vs. Laura Kirtzel

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The sky was grey and clogged with dark sagging clouds that seemed brooding and ready to release their sodden payload. Ironically the street was clogged with people who rushed antlike from place to place shoulders hunched eyes glancing furtively at the clouds. Amid the rush of black and brown and occasional blond heads rushing down the overladen sidewalks, there was a head of hair the shade of red on associated with crimson droplets of beaded blood or dark wine being swished in a glass.
Cain Caddel the owner of this remarkable hair, was not particularly special himself, at least in regards to his standing in society. He was a single middle-aged man who lived a comfortable and private life in a wooden cabin outside of the city. He had a golden retriever named Angel and had many books which he liked to read by the fire before bed. He had a standard paper pushing job in which he was competent and made good money in, but in which he had showed no inclination to climb the corporate ladder. He was gradually, though not slowly accumulating money for retirement. In short, Cain lived a comfortable life, the sort of which he had dreamed of when he had struggled simply to survive many years past. If Cain could describe his situation in one word it would be, content.
Cain was not in a hurry to get home to his dog and he did not care about the rain. He had felt it in the past and would feel it again. He only walked fast so as not to disrupt the swift tidelike flow of the crowd. The was nothing demanding his attention, nothing to stress him, nothing to bother him. Wasn’t this the closest thing to liberation a man could achieve? He had reached the final peak of all he had ever desired and he was satisfied. In that moment and for a reason which he could not precisely explain, Cain felt an intense, almost euphoric feeling of contentment. He felt a rising urge to laugh hysterically, but repressed it with surprising difficulty.
Perhaps it was the whim of a cruel God that made the following events happen when they did.
Cain felt a sudden ache in his head like how he felt midway through a bad headache, but as soon as it had appeared, the sensation vanished. It was as abrupt as running into a tree you hadn’t seen or teleporting somewhere utterly random. Then Cain missed a step and then another. He stumbled forward in a drunken shamble his head suddenly swimming in sluggish circles. Then he recovered. The entire sensation disappeared as instantaneously as it had appeared. For a moment Cain Found himself staring blankly at the ground too bewildered to notice anything.
But of course, then he heard the screaming.
It was the loudest scream the broke him out of his reverie. It was a man’s voice gibbering and high.
“STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!,” repeated again and again mindlessly and pleadingly. The were other noises too. Whimpering moans, high wails, cries for help. Looking around Cain saw many people collapsed on the ground. The man who had cried stop was spasming violently and foaming at the mouth. His cries to stop were swiftly being replaced with vague gurgles. Most were not in the condition of the stop man though. Many quivered violently on the ground or screamed as though they were undergoing slow and brutal torture, but they were better than the stop man.
There were even a few stragglers who had not collapsed and had simply fallen to a knee or leaned against a wall. They all had faces screwed with pain and clenched fists. The faces of people who had just stepped on a nail or were undergoing surgery without medication.
Abruptly, Cain wondered why he was not experiencing such pain, or whatever it was. In the entire visible stretch of sidewalk he was the only one standing-
There was a deep thud and a crash of breaking glass as car crashed into the side of a glass skyscraper. Panes rippled and then shattered high up the building in a wave which left a wake of falling glittering shards. The shards fell among the catatonic people in a shattering rain. An errant piece hit Cain’s arm but failed to penetrate the fabric of his suit. Another grazed his temple, leaving a searing line of pain.
Cain decided to run.
He had no clue, no fucking clue what was going on, but staying outside seemed like a stupid idea. The smart move was to hide somewhere and wait this out. He felt a flash of guilt at the thought of leaving all the people out there to the mercy of errant cars and mysterious pain, but what could he do when everyone was affected? No, it was best to lie low and wait. Cain sprinted toward the nearest safe building, he had to be fast. there was no telling when the next derailed car would crash. He hopped over quivering torsos, and limp hands. Too limp. And the he pulled open the translucent glass door of some off brand looking retail store.
Without bothering scouting his surroundings, Cain ran through racks of wacky T-shirts and shelved of knickknacks, toward the back of the store which had an unlabeled door. Second floor, it must be! The first floor was unsafe, especially with all those windows, and that glass door. He needed high ground for safety.
There was a titanic roar and a concussion that thrust Cain forward and to his knees in a painful bump. The very windows he had been worried about burst violently inward along with dust, and debris, and…. and a red chunk. A chunk that looked like a piece of raw beef. It flew through the air and landed with a wet, small sound. A sound that seemed too small and too real. Cain stared at the chunk fascinated by it. He knew what it was, but.. No why think about it, it did no good. It would disctract him from what mattered. He needed to get to the second floor and wait for this die down, that was what he needed to do.
Everything would be fine and die down if he just waited on the second floor… Cain was still riveted by the chunk. it was red and glistening, and it pooled its redness around itself in a slow leak. Was like grocery store meat, so impersonal, so inhuman.
Cain stood, fast and shook his head like a dog. He turned around and walked through the unmarked door. It led to an unlit and narrow staircase with dirty white paint; the kind one would imagine coke gets snorted from liberally.
The staircase led to a hallway, which was essentially just a hallway version of the staircase: narrow dirty and poorly lit, and generally indicative of drug deals. There was a row of doors with golden numbers, and a shabby brown carpet and a row of windows overlooking the street. Amond a field of sprawling bodies there was a number of stragglers who stumbled drunkenly around the road as if they were heavily drugged. Glittering shards of broken glass sparkled cheerfully up between corpses and the occasional bang or scream could be heard In the background. A red flicker glinted off of the shards of glass.
“My fucking God, Lord have mercy, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” Cain whispered his eyes breathily to himself, speaking out loud for the first time since the disaster began. Scenes kept replaying in his mind, over and over again in a cruel loop. The man screaming stop again and again futilely, like a pig at slaughter who knows it is about to die. His bloodshot eyes rolling sightlessly. The sides of his mouth foamed with white froth. The car hitting the building straight on, confidently and without hesitation, the driver killing himself. The chunk of meat that looked beef from a grocery store that had plopped down beside him like a treat tossed to an obedient dog.
Cain closed his eyes and breathed in slowly and shakily, then he breathed out. He tried to blot out the images and shut out the cycle. Images kept multiplying and reappearing: Ameobus that multiplied after being cut apart. But eventually he calmed down enough to think and be rational. He opened his eyes, though his breathing was still ragged and shaking.
“Ok what the fuck.” He whispered to himself, knowing he didn’t need to whisper but not caring. “What happened?”
It was like an Emp to the brain that had swept over everyone at once and destroyed people’s circuitry, though not everyone had been treated equally.
He was the prime example of that.
He had gotten off easy with just bad headache and a stumble for a few seconds, whereas others sounded as if their very souls were being rent apart. What was the significance of his near immunity? He had not worn any special headwear or worn any special clothing. He had no metal on him apart from his watch, phone, and parts of his pants. Could it be that he had been standing in just that right place for the attack to affect him to a lesser degree, the same way a lucky blind man could survive a hail of arrows by standing in the right place? It seemed unlikely. And he was already assuming it was an attack in the first place. It could have been aliens or the fucking wrath of God.
There was no benefit to speculation anyway, he needed to focus on the present. As it was, all he knew was that everyone in the immediate area was either dead or wandering in a drugged daze. He had no knowledge of how extensive this effect was; for all he knew, the entire continent, or hell the entire world had been affected. He could be the only sane person alive in the world.
So he should try to gather information, then. Cain took out his phone and opened the news app to the most recent story.
Oklahoma F4 Hurricane Kills Four, 10 Million In Estimated Damages.
Not surprising. The event was too sudden for anyone to make a news story already, and, if this had happened everywhere of course, who would make it ? All the writers and journalists were probably dead or more fucking zombies.
Wait what was he doing anyway? He didn’t know how extensive this was and for all he knew it could have only affected the immediate area. The police station was an hour away; it could be unaffected!
He dialed 911, it rang once, then twice, then three times, then ten times, then twenty. He glanced at his watch after five minutes and hung up the call. No good, he was being too optimistic.
So what did he do now? The news was out, and the police were probably the same as everyone else. There were no friends he wanted to call, and his mom was long dead. Any siblings either didn’t exist or were too separated for him ever to find them. He stared blankly at the useless keypad of his phone app for a minute before an idea came to him.
He opened Facebook, eyes glued to the blue f and heart beating rapidly. This would work, he knew it would. People of all kinds, all over the world used Facebook. If anyone else was alive in reasonable numbers, then there would be some kind of information on Facebook. And maybe this fucking nightmare only occurred in the surrounding few miles. Maybe the police were just busy and unable to pick up, that would be understandable given the situation. Maybe the news was working on a story right now and it was breaking news on every tv in bars and stores and houses all across America.

Breaking News: A deadly and unexplainable phenomenon engulfed the California Town of Mount St Louis. Initial Probe reveals thousands dead and thousand more catatonic. Experts are still researching cause…

The blue f faded and revealed a list of posts. The first was a picture of a solemn looking yellow lab curled in a corner surrounded by puppies with the snarky title of: Running from Her Responsibilities. The post was from six days ago.
Cain felt an irrational and sudden dip in his excitement but forced it away. Was he expecting all his desires to be magically fulfilled in the first second of opening the app? It wasn’t like Facebook regularly showed posts from less than an hour ago in the feed. But… With a frown, Cain went to preferences and switched to most recent. The blue F returned and disappeared as the page loaded and Cain’s Eyes widened, his heart beating rapidly and his chest feeling light and airy.
All of the most recent posts were about the same thing. I collapsed and now everyone around me is... Does anyone know if the police….Can someone…I was cooking and my wife fell over do you… Please help…
The posts were all accompanied by pictures. They were all different, many showed pictures of the street in different towns, all with the same story: people collapsed everywhere with a few stragglers, often crashed cars or damage was visible. Many people were isolated or with a friend or family and posted about collapsing and not being able to contact anyone or about family dying in extreme pain. One man survived after driving on a crowded highway, his picture showing a hellscape of overturned cars, scattered metal with intermittent fires, and sprawled and dismembered corpses.

Cain’s heart pounded in a dreadful THUMP THUMP that resonated through his chest in cruel and rapid beats. There were posts from everywhere. There was one from Florida and one from South Dakota, and dozens more from unnamed towns that could be anywhere. America was dead.
Jesus Christ is the world over? His legs weakened, whatever passive energy that had been holding them up draining out like water through sieve. He fell to his knees with a dull thump, but his didn’t care about the pain. A funny thought occurred to him.
I actually fell to my knees. I thought that was just the kind of shit people say when they’re being overdramatic.
The world was over. He knew it. This was not some attack, there was no technology that could do this. It might be aliens and it might be God, though it was probably something else. But it didn’t matter. It was over.
He sat there for a second just thinking about it all. He had been walking home to see Angel, then he was going to make dinner. He had been thinking about grilling a burger, and he would give some to her. He would read more of a mystery novel he had found at the Barnes and Noble. It was light thing, the book version of popcorn, but he wanted to finish it. He was going to work tomorrow. What was going to happen now? What did he do now?

Well first he had to wait and then of course he needed food and water and shelter. And he would obviously need to make it home to Angel. The streets would be clogged with crashed cars and corpses, so no driving fa car for poor old Cain. Maybe a bike or a motorcycle? He couldn’t drive one but he could take it slow. There would be no angry drivers honking the shit out of him for going 10 miles per hour. And when he got the hang of it he could go faster, maybe 20. But it the roads looked like the hellscape in the post he saw, then maybe he would have to stick to 10.

He felt a bit of pressure pass out from him like air whistling out of the end of an overfilled balloon. He knew what to do, yeah the world probably, well almost certainly, ended, but he had a solid course of action for the next few days. He just need to wait another hour to be absolutely sure nothing would explode or fall or otherwise reduce him to the state of one of the fortunate people lying dead on the street.
He leaned back against the wall and looked at the shoddy golden letter seven on the door opposite him. Behind him, the laden clouds finally released their load. Heavy droplets of rain pattered down on the dead streets. On the pavement, a man whose gaze was vacant of the normal thoughtfulness and constant analysis of a human being looked up as a cold droplet impacted his forehead. He stood where he was for a moment, his hair soon growing flat and waterlogged his suit clinging to his round middle-aged body, almost seeming to contemplate this new development. Then he kept walking forward, his steps slow and seemingly deliberate.



























Chapter 2.
David Sharp walked down the streets of New York in his standard relaxed yet confident stride, both of his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. It was one of his daily suits, fashionable, and quite expensive, but only enough that it evoked admiration and respect, not jealousy or annoyance at a pointless display of wealth.
He glanced down at a particularly twisted looking corpse. It was a thin and tall woman with equally thin and long blond hair. She wore a homemade looking sweater and had on a delicate pair of slip on shoes. She seemed like the type to bring her neighbors casseroles and call you hon or dear, or so he theorized.
As she was, her mouth was stretched open wide enough to fit a small melon, her jaw looked purple and discolored, the bones seemed to be in almost the wrong place. Her cheeks traced tears of dried blood from empty sockets where eyeballs had burst. Her torso was twisted like a rag doll from a spine broken in pained thrashing.
“Oh my dear, I’m so sorry for you” he said, his voice soft and genuine.
He looked up at a small figure who was standing father down the street.
This was not one of the zombie people whose minds had been broken by the event, but a person, he knew it.
He kept walking forward, his stride now cautious and unsure. He looked around at the broken city around him as if searching for something. When he neared the man, he snapped his head toward him.
“Hey, are you alive?! He rushed up to the man “You don’t look like one of them”
The man turned around to look at David. His eyes were vacant, but not in the same way as the zombies. He wore a dirty band shirt and black exercise pants. His feet were scraped and red and he only had flip flops on.
“Laura, she died. She just died.” He said it in a the monotone of a college student doing a presentation about an obscure African tribe.
“she just fell over and started flailing her arms and screaming. I fell over too and I couldn’t do anything. When I was better, she was dead. I felt her pulse, and she felt too cold. She was pregnant. The baby is dead now too.
David touched the man’s shoulder.
“Come on, you need to eat and get inside. My house is nearby.” He smiled gently.
“I am much luckier than you, since there was no one for me to mourn. Feel welcome to stay as long as you need.”
He guided the man to his apartment with a hand on his back. The man followed with no resistance, his eyes stared constantly forward at some unknown point.
David guided the man to an elevator and up his suite on the fourth floor of the skyscraper. It was a perfect suite. Massive, with high ceiling and white ceiling lights that washed the entire apartment with an even glow, it was full of the kind of modern furniture that made use of simple geometric shapes to create an elegant but straightforward appearance.
He guided the man to an armchair in front of his custom flatscreen. The man sat down, accepting easily. He took to David’s guidance like a lost puppy, his mind was still pliable from his crushing loss, David could feel it.
In fact, David could feel it much more easily than normal. It was not just his ability to flawlessly modulate his emotions and analyze those around him. Martin was open to him, his mind was peeled apart by his loss: a normally solid wall, crushed by a fierce battering ram of emotional destruction.
Martin! That is his name, I am utterly sure.
David’s facial muscles twitched up in an involuntary smile, perhaps the first involuntary emotional response he had experienced since early childhood.
This could be very good. And he had the perfect test subject sitting placid and pliable, waiting for his guiding hand.
David reached out with an invisible hand toward Martin’s mind. He had always had the hand, he realized, but it had been more of a finger. It nudged, prodded, and massaged, but it lacked force, so much force that he had not known he had been using it. It was many times stronger now, maybe hundreds of times.
The hand plunged into the soft pliable mind as one would plunge their arm into a bowl of Jello.
“Uuuh!” Martin said.
He jerked slightly as if he had been shocked.
The fingers felt Martin’s Love for Laura and her blond hair and mischievous jokes, and the crushing, overwhelming emotional emptiness when he felt her cold dead corpse. The fingers explored, wiggling and invading. Martin’s Childhood memories were in there, they saw that he had gone to college for a year, but realized that he had always been too lazy to really apply himself. They saw him meeting Laura at the office and getting to know her. She was always serious when working, but she had a cute side where she laughed and joked. He had a love for classic video games, especially Mario, and he…
Martin was spasming violently, his hands clawed at his scalp and ripped out chunks of dirty black hair as though he was trying to remove a rabid rat from his skull.
He went. “UUUH, UUUUUHH, UUUUH!”
The hand stopped exploring and retracted carefully.
David sped over to the pathetic man, whose head now lolled loosely on his shoulder. He put a hand on Martin’s shoulder.
“Martin, Jesus, what happened? Did it happen to you again, the thing that killed everyone, I mean?
He ran over to Martin’s other side and examined his face.
The eyes were now as vacant as a zombie and a line of translucent drool traced down his chin and neck. His body was limp and responseless.
The hand split apart into many tiny gentle tendrils and wormed their way into Martin’s mind. David had not known he could do it until he had already started.
The hand had mashed and scrambled Martin’s weakened mind: a clumsy toddler playing with a fragile nest. The tendrils were very different.
They wormed their way quietly and harmlessly along, moving, fixing, rearranging; a hundred thousand fingers, reassembling a shattered mind.
More than a mere 100 times stronger
Martin bucked a few times, some invisible mechanisms being triggered accidentally. Then the vacant eyes were once again occupied. Martin sat up in his chair as his muscles regained control.
Martin stared fixedly at the T.V. then turned to examine the furniture and the window with the view of New York. He brought his hand to his face looking, most likely, at the dirty fingernails and scabbed over cuts. He put his hand down and sat for a few moments.
He stood and turned around, now looking at David. His eyes were no longer crushed and empty, but wide and confused.
“How…how did I get here?”
David smiled.
“I found you wandering around the street and at first I thought you must be one of those zombies. But I was walking nearby, and I saw that you looked a little different. It was hard to put a finger on; a certain clearness of the eyes, maybe. So I asked if you were alive and you responded with some meaningless sounds. It was quite clear that your mind was barely holding on.”
“Of course, I never leave a man in need so I escorted you to my house and set you down in a chair. It seemed likely to me that in your case the ailment of the mind was of a lesser degree and might heal over time. As we both can see, you are standing.”
Martin stood and absorbed the stream of information the same as a stone cliff might absorb a passing wind.
“I think… I lost something, but I can’t remember. Its fuzzy, I-“
“Oh God, Oh Shit!”
Suddenly he leaned forward as if he had been struck in the crotch and held his head.
“It fucking hurts!” Martin screamed, “Oh fucking God, it hurts!
David walked over to Martin and eased him into the chair.
“Sit down,” he said in his most gentle voice. “sit here for a second and you will feel a little bit better.”
David put his hand on Martin’s back and soothed. The hand’s touch soft and guiding, massaged the aching mind.
After a few minutes Martin’s back muscles relaxed.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Do not thank me. I am simply doing my duty as a decent human being.”
Martin turned to David with a face of mixed gratitude, and intense confusion.
“Please… what happened.”
“First, you should look outside. It will explain better than I am capable of. Hold on to your stomach.”
Martin walked toward the window with an unsteady studder to his steps. He tilted his down and looked at the street only to jerk back in shock. Little black shapes littered the street, and several cars were piled on top of each other like pancakes tossed in a lazy pile.
“Jesus!”
Before Martin could speak further, David began explaining
“I do not know exactly what happened, but three days ago, there was something like a wave that swept over everyone in the world, as far as I can tell. Most died, and most who survived turned into what I and the remainder of the internet is calling zombies; people who live but only in the scientific sense. They have no mind; they walk around in a shambles without any apparent direction. Out of those who did not die, a bare fraction retained their mind: their ability to think and make logical decisions.”
David spoke in the businesslike but sad-tinged tone of someone who has accepted a truth but has yet to fully move past it.
“I do not know what spared this group, whether it was some unknown factor or pure random chance. But I would be surprised if more than 1 in 1000 people survived, though that is a wild guess based on nothing but my own intuition. You are the first person I have seen that I am absolutely sure is not a zombie.”
“I believe that your headache and your fuzzy mind were caused by the wave. I theorize that the wave affected everyone to a different degree, in the most extreme cases, people died in minutes, but some took hours to die. I believe you were affected almost to the point of zombification, but the effect ended right on the brink between a living mind and a shattered one. When I found you, your eyes seemed to have a spark of intelligence but little more.”
Martin still looked out of the window, with a hunched back and dark hair hanging in strings.
“What about me…what happened to me? I lost something.”
David walked next to Martin; lips pinched in a sympathetic line.
“Martin, I don’t know… how could I? Everyone in the world had to deal with the wave on their own. I felt pain like you did. How could I have been there when it happened to you? I only found you by chance. As your mind strengthens it may come to you and it may not, that is the best I can tell you.”
Martin turned to look at David, his eyes were bloodshot from tears, his stubble and greasy strands of hair seemed to stand out.
“How do you know my name? I never told you.”
David smiled his gentle smile again.
“You let it slip out while you were a near zombie. I thought it would be good for you to hear it again, nothing more than that.”
The hand reached out to Martin’s mind, ready sooth away irrational anger and needless distrust, but it felt a wall. A wall of sturdy steel-hard will.
Martin’s eyes grew wide and he took a step back.
“You, you just tried to do something to me! I felt it in my mind!
David’s smile smoothly transitioned into an expression of affront and sad understanding.
He spoke slowly and with a hint of hurt.
“David, I know that you are confused and angry, but all I have ever done is help you. Please try to direct your anger at something else. I do not mind being supportive, I cannot help if you lash out.”
Martin’s expression softened, and he hesitated.
It was then that the hand, now a fist, struck.
The wall of steel shattered and the hand drew back splitting apart into tendrils which weened their way into the crevices of Martin’s mind.
Martin instantly relaxed, all anger and suspicion disappearing like a candleflame before a gale.
But then a wave a steel hard resolve exploded out of Martins mind and the tendrils were blown apart.
The hand started reforming itself.
I cannot be gentle with this one.
Martin’s face screwed up in an expression of utter rage.
“You FUCK, you BASTARD, it was you wasn’t it!”
Martin charged at David a pocketknife gleaming in his hand.
Hidden the whole time.
David turned on a heel and dodged Martin. Of course he had taken self-defense courses. He could defeat and immobilize Martin easily, but Martin was useless now, he was too fargone to be worth keeping.
David, caught Martin’s wrist and with an efficient twist, had Martin on his stomach with an arm stuck behind his back. There he patiently waited. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
The hand reformed.
Four seconds. Five seconds….
David fed his will into the hand, increasing its size and its power.
Ten seconds.
The hand seemed about to explode. It was a white-hot pulsing mass of will.
Martin seemed about to know what was going to happen.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP, I’M SORRY-“
The hand crashed into Martin’s feeble wall.
It tore apart like a thin sheet of rice paper.
It sank deep into Martin’s mind and he moaned in pain. David felt more and more of Martin’s memories. They came earlier and earlier the deeper he went until he saw a sweet face with dark hair and red lips, and feeling of warmth and simple love. Then he let the hand explode.
Martin Jerked upwards almost throwing David off of him and then went limp. Blood pooled from where his eyes faced the floor.
David, got up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.
“It seems that I am not the only one who changed.”










Chapter 3

***UPDATE (5.4.24): I won the dispute against PriusOverlanding.com! See very bottom of post for details.
Just wanted to give the community an update on the horror show that is Priusoverlanding.com.
I purchased the Gen 3 Prius Hitch from them around March 12, 2024. Financed with Affirm (I have done this many times and never had a single issue.
Long story short:
I never received the hitch. The management at Priusoverlanding.com is apparently AWOL. Never returns messages or calls or voicemails, almost two months after ordering. My order is in a perpetual state of "Processing". Yet my Affirm payments are still very much required. After a month of that nonsense, I bought the hitch from HybridPit.com (I live in Los Angeles, so I just drove over and picked one up). Highly recommend that shop and the services they provide!
Turns out the owner of Priusoverlanding.com is involved in a class action in Wyoming (read below for more details).
Basically, don't buy from that website!
I opened a dispute with Affirm and this is a copy of the entire transcript so far. It's chatbot support and the phone workers aren't any help.
"

• Hello Joshua, Thank you for reaching out to Affirm! My name is Akhil, and I am from the Affirm Customer care team. I'm sorry to hear that your purchase didn't work out as you planned. Are you familiar with how to submit a dispute request within your account? I’d be happy to help walk you through that. Upon reviewing your account, I can see your loan with HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC (Loan ID: 8BMM-IWW0), which was processed on 03/12/2024 for the amount of $410.52. If you haven't already, you can log in to your Affirm app and view the loan that we've been talking about today.

There’s an option for you to dispute this purchase and submit documentation specific to your situation. This is the most secure and direct way to submit evidence for your dispute.

• I suggest that you complete all required and optional fields with as much detail as possible.
• Our resolution team will still provide you with another opportunity to submit evidence, but giving them the most information upfront will reduce any back and forth communication and let us have a more informed conversation with MERCHANT on your behalf.
• After you submit the dispute request, you’ll receive an email within 3–5 days from our resolution team for next steps. They may ask you to clarify some of the details related to your purchase, or provide additional information.
• Here’s the direct link. Click here to raise your dispute
• Once the dispute is open, Affirm will allow you and MERCHANT 15 days to submit any evidence that is related to your dispute. Then Affirm will review all the evidence provided. You will be updated on the status of your dispute in no later than 30 days from the date that your dispute is submitted. If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us through the Affirm Help Center at https://helpcenter.affirm.com/s/ or call us at (855)-423-3729 between the hours of 7 a.m. and 10 p.m. CT, seven days a week. Thank you, and have a wonderful day! Sincerely, Betala R. Download Affirm app
• SEBASTIAN AT AFFIRM4/12/2024, 05:32 PMHello Joshua, This is Sebastian following up with the Affirm Resolutions Team. I am happy to check on your HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC order. We appreciate the evidence already provided. We have opened a dispute and will need some additional information to complete our investigation process. Please reply directly to this email with any additional evidence in support of your position for your dispute with HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC (Loan ID: LTGW-8ERP) within our 15 day evidence collection window. Based on your reason for dispute, we recommend providing the following (if applicable/available):
  • Order invoice, statement, tracking number, and details
  • The expected delivery date/time or pick-up date/time
  • Proof that merchandise was not received at the agreed upon location
  • Copy of any customemerchant communication history (email, chat support, SMS texts/alerts, etc.)
  • For physical goods: shipping/tracking details showing product did not arrive at the requested address, did not meet shipping preferences, was sent back to the carrier, or merchant or did not obtain the required signature. This can be obtained by the carrier’s refund and replacement team to investigate where their package is, what happened to it and/or get confirmation that a signature was not appropriately obtained (e.g. was left at the front door rather than receiving the required signature)
  • Correspondence showing shipment was delayed or cancelled
  • Proof of carrier company investigation (include supporting documents with case ID#) if the carrier is at fault for mishandling shipment or a signature wasn't obtained (which could result in package being stolen)
  • You do not have to worry about the information already provided. The evidence due date for your dispute is 4/27/2024. After the evidence collection window passes, it may take an additional 15 days for us to update you with our final decision. If Affirm does not receive adequate evidence by the evidence due date, we may resolve this dispute in favor of the merchant and this would leave you responsible for any outstanding balance, so we recommend forwarding anything you can think of that may help your case. Thank you for being a valued Affirm customer. If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us through the Affirm Help Center at affirm.com/help or by calling 855-423-3729. Our customer care representatives are available to take your call between the hours of 7 am and 10 pm CT seven days a week. Kindly, Sebastian P. Affirm Resolutions Team helpcenter.affirm.com
• YOU (VIA THE HELP CENTER):4/12/2024, 06:37 PMHello Sebastian, I've already provided all of the evidence I can gather. Original emails detailing shipping delays, as well as recent proof that there are no tracking numbers as of a few days ago from my account on the merchants website. I cannot get a hold of the merchant any time of the day or week. I'm kind of at my wits end with this ordeal, since I can't cancel the order without being able to contact them. Furthermore, they have a policy for 15% charge following cancellation of orders 24 hours after the order is placed. This makes no sense for my order because they haven't shipped anything a month after ordering and it's not a custom product. Please let me know what I can do to help document the process. I have call logs on my phone but those do not accurately reflect being sent to voicemail consistently.
• YOU (VIA THE HELP CENTER):4/12/2024, 06:58 PMDocuments as sent via email to Affirm ([joshdansie@gmail.com](mailto:joshdansie@gmail.com)):Cancellation Policy - PriusOverlanding.com.pdf📷Gmail - Order Number 56992 _ PriusOverlanding.com Order Check-In Day 15.pdf📷Refund Policy - PriusOverlanding.com.pdf📷Gmail - Order Number 56992 _ PriusOverlanding.com Order Check-In.pdf📷Gmail - Your PriusOverlanding.com order has been received!.pdf📷Priusoverlanding Dispute Evidence 1.png****📷
• YOU (VIA THE HELP CENTER):4/12/2024, 07:08 PMAn update: apparently they have two separate (and conflicting) cancellation policies. The policy on their shipping page states "After 14 days, all canceled orders will incur a 20% cancellation fee." This is opposed to the other cancellation policy on their "Cancellation Policy" page which states "After 24 hours, if you would like to cancel your order, the amount will be subject to a cancellation fee. Cancellation of any order will be a 15% cancellation fee. Cancellation of a regular in-stock order will result in a 15% cancellation fee." This company has no legal consistency or customer support.Shipping Policy - PriusOverlanding.com.pdf****📷
• YOU (VIA THE HELP CENTER):4/12/2024, 07:49 PMI forgot to mention that when I first ordered my item, I called him at (307) 222-9745, which is a Wyoming listed number. He answered and claimed my item was shipping out next week. It did not. Within a week, the number changed to an automated answering service and I haven't heard a human being on the other line since. Furthermore, the owner of this website, Duwayne Mcclendon, has been the subject of an investigation of fraud and illegal activity matching the description of what is occurring. I spoke to a hybrid vehicle mechanic in Los Angeles last week who warned me not to purchase anything from his website due to lots of testimonials that he has a track record of this kind of behavior. There is an ongoing investigation by the Attorney General of Wyoming (the state where he resides) and much crowd-sourced evidence that this is his operation pattern: https://www.reddit.com/prius/comments/14rrl50/duwayne_mcclendon_aka_priusoverlandingcom/ According to federal law, what he's done thus far to me is illegal, since he has not given me an option to cancel my order after holding funds for 30 days without providing a product or me giving my consent to maintain the order: https://www.ecfr.gov/current/title-16/chapter-I/subchapter-D/part-435#p-435.2(b)(1)(ii)(1)(ii)) Here are more examples of people ripped off by this merchant: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1803065516536991/posts/1990517204458487/?paipv=0&eav=AfZu5WWxd3Iee5jpzIsFYFjK8D65cjcxGmUTUxDBhG25e3JPKvl6mIjOB7uc9lNGOSU&_rdr https://priuschat.com/threads/buyer-beware-priusoverlanding-is-a-scam.235570/ Finally, his social media accounts often feature strange captions like "It's why I don't mind being the villian..." https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5USeU4PwSL/ It's quite likely that if Affirm keeps supporting this merchant, there might be legal embroilments to come.
• SEBASTIAN AT AFFIRM4/13/2024, 09:31 AMHello Joshua, This is Sebastian following up with the Affirm Resolutions Team. I am glad to check on your HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC order. I see you have reached out with evidence for your ongoing dispute. We appreciate you providing all of this information and I am happy to confirm that this is in your dispute case. I reviewed the information available and I see your disputed loan for HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC (Loan ID: LTGW-8ERP). Your dispute was opened on 4/12/2024, and the evidence due date for your dispute is 4/27/2024. After the 15 day evidence collection window passes, it may take an additional 15 days for us to update you with our final decision. We recommend forwarding anything you can think of that may help your case. If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us through the Affirm Help Center at affirm.com/help or by calling 855-423-3729. Our customer care representatives are available to take your call between the hours of 7 am and 10 pm CT seven days a week. Sincerely, Sebastian P. Affirm Resolutions Team helpcenter.affirm.com
• LAURA AT AFFIRM4/29/2024, 08:04 AMHello Joshua,

This is Laura from Affirm Resolutions Team, following up with your case.
I will be glad to provide you with an update in regards to your purchase with HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC and make sure you will get the best service!
I am writing regarding your dispute with HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC (Loan ID: LTGW-8ERP) that was processed on 03/12/2024 for $410.52. Please note that we have already opened a dispute for your claim on 4/12/2024, and we need some additional information to complete our investigation. We do appreciate your cooperation and the evidence you have already submitted, however, please note that based on the type of claim we are investigating we will ask you for some specific pieces of information to support your claim.
We kindly ask you to provide the following evidence in the next 5 days. Please note that if we do not receive the requested information, we may close this dispute in favor of HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC.

• Tracking number and details
• When was the expected delivery date/time or pick-up date/time
• Proof that merchandise was not received at the agreed location
• Copy of any customemerchant communication history (recent communication that you have not sent before)
• Email, Chat Support, SMS texts/alerts, etc.
• For you to have in consideration, after the 15 days evidence collection period, it may take up to 15 days for us to update you with our final decision. Since your dispute was officially opened on 4/12/2024, you should get a response on or before 5/12/2024. We do appreciate your patience as well.

Keep in mind that we only manage the financing of your purchase. As such, we must adhere to all refund, return, and cancellation policies of HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC. While your purchase is under dispute, you are unable to make any payments towards this purchase.
Please also note that while a purchase is in dispute, any outstanding or overdue payments will appear as overdue in your account, however, these purchases are reported as 'in dispute' to Experian. As a result, outstanding payments are not reported negatively, but the status of the purchase may prevent you from obtaining additional financing through us while a dispute is active.
If you would prefer to send this information through another channel, you can write us an email to the email address [customercare@affirm.com](mailto:customercare@affirm.com) with all the details and documentation attached, please reference case ID 27547660 in your message.
If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us through the Affirm Help Center at affirm.com/help or by calling 855-423-3729. Our customer care representatives are available to take your call between the hours of 7 am and 10 pm CDT seven days a week. Thank you and have a wonderful day! Sincerely, Laura C. Affirm Resolutions Team Helpcenter.affirm.com

• YOU (VIA THE HELP CENTER):4/29/2024, 08:17 AMHello Laura, I will respond to your evidence request line by line: Tracking Number and Details: There have been no new updates to the order beyond "processing" since I ordered on March 12. I have screenshots from various days up to today proving that. Delivery Date: The expected delivery date was 2 weeks after ordering, so around March 26th, or at minimum before April. Proof that merchandise was not received at the agreed location: This is a shipped order, so not sure how to answer that question. It was never shipped. Copy of any customemerchant communication history (recent communication that you have not sent before): I've attached an email search with all correspondence with the Vendor. There is a series of automated delay messages and then two confirmations that they received my request for a refund and order cancellation. Email, Chat Support, SMS texts/alerts, etc. See above answer; the website and company appears to be virtually unmanned, I can't talk to anyone every time I call. There is only leaving messages. It appears this vendor has stopped responding to people with unshipped orders and will not grant refunds or cancellations. Thank you for your help.4.9.24 - Processing.png📷Email History - 4.29.24.png📷4.25.24.png📷Processing - Order Info - No Tracking - 4.29.24.png📷4.22.24 - processing.png****📷

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UPDATE:
"Hello Joshua,
Laura here from the Affirm Resolutions Team! I wanted to thank you for sending in all of your evidence in support your case. I understand how frustrating it can be when an order does not got as planned I am happy to provide you with an update on your dispute.
Thank you for your patience while we investigated your case. After reviewing your account, we have confirmed a full refund is due to your HANDS ON TECHNOLOGIES LLC (loan ID: LTGW-8ERP). You should have received an automated email stating this dispute was closed in your favor. You can see this reflected on your Affirm account when you log in online. You are no longer responsible for any payments towards this loan.
A refund of $34.21 will be processed to your original form of payment. You should see this reflect within the account in 3–10 business days. In a situation where the refund cannot be processed to your original form of payment, a refund check will be mailed to your address on file.
If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us through the Affirm Help Center at affirm.com/help or by calling 855-423-3729. Our customer care representatives are available to take your call between the hours of 7 am and 10 pm CDT seven days a week. Thank you and have a wonderful day!
Sincerely,
Laura C.
Affirm Resolutions Team
Helpcenter.affirm.com
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Looks like justice was served! Hopefully Affirm is reconsidering supporting his business.

It was a long time ago her name was Laura and teached at a Catholic elementary school in Hayward St.B. She had a pretty face but her ass was the nicest I think I ever seen ! She always wore very tight pants and her ass always looked so good that all the guys use to talk about it I doubt she ever knew.once in p.e . She was teaching and we were doing jumping jacks and I had to hold my pants up with one hand because I didn't wear a belt that day.She said use both hands I said I can't my pants will fall down .she said let them!! I said let your pants fall down she said what? I said nothing .but thinking of what she said and her ass I started getting a hard on.cpl years ago I was at Costco and I seen Her she was bending over looking at the meat.And her ass got bigger fuller and stuck out!! I was like fuck!!! I couldn't stop staring .I had to leave fast couldn't say hi plus she was with her husband.cpl weeks I hit her up on FB.not on there anymore but I mention I seen her and she said I should of said him..I mention to her she looked good and her butt looked really good and we use to check her out at school because it looked good. She said that I made her day and if she thought we were looking she would of worn looser pants. I told her you knew what you where doing..day later I told her in email on Facebook I had a dream of you. She said was I a bad teacher I said no and left it as that.if she only knew she was the first one I ever fantasized about.she offered her cell but I didn't take it.wish I would of and hope I run into her one day again. Hope she sees this if she does she will know who I am...Love that ass

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I called Dr. Fuentes' Office Manager and shared what had taken place. Afterward, three things happened: I was advised to contact an attorney, was asked for my "demands" and my original message was deleted from the portal. Confused, I contacted a friend of my fiances who is an attorney, and quickly learned the severity of this situation. I wanted nothing to do with something so heavy and communicated this in the portal.
"I want nothing to do with this," I said.
Shortly after, the Office Manager sent me a privacy policy and Dr. Fuentes refused to help me because I wouldn’t sign it. I wasn’t interested in signing a piece of paper that would condone further privacy violations or allow her to act in the same manner while I was still her patient.
In addition, I was spied on by my former therapist, Laura, who had slithered her way into my personal life after Dr. Fuentes told her that I was having issues at home. She even went as far as to try to extract information from me while I was under hypnosis during a RRT session. The flaw in this was that I was never honest with Laura. I didn't trust her for various reasons, but her drug problem and boundary issues were high on that list. In the beginning, she was pressuring me to go to court over this, which I was not interested in. How I planned to handle this was none of her business and now that I knew her better, I no longer wanted her involved with my healthcare in any capacity. Watching Dr. Fuentez and Laura play super spy was the equivalent of observing two kindergarteners plan a bank heist: cringy and embarrassing.
The reason Dr. Fuentes knew such private information about my home life was that she was pressuring me to stop taking Xanax. Not knowing I was using this drug for MCAS flares, I thought I needed it due to occasional issues at home.
Side Note: Domestic issues solved. Partner completed peptide cycle for PCS and regained emotional regulation.
My health was quickly spiraling from stress and lack of sleep until one evening I collapsed in my living room. I felt like I was close to losing consciousness and simply couldn't shake it off. I was in an MCAS and Lyme flare which zapped my weak adrenals and caused a new low hormone: DHEA. I contacted Dr. Fuentez for help and tried to explain the situation. My first plea was ignored and the second I was accused of exaggerating my symptoms. She told me that it was most likely due to low BPM because I had reached a point in my healing process where I no longer needed blood pressure medication. She instructed me to stop taking it without tapering and I did so because my BPM was below 50 during most of my readings. "Maybe she's right. She's never led me astray before," I thought. At first, the absence of the drug felt better like it was one less substance to depress my overloaded system. I was not informed of the withdrawal effects of quitting a beta blocker in this fashion nor was I given follow-up instructions.
Altogether I had gotten maybe five hours of sleep over three days. I couldn't stop the rage from consuming me and in this fragile state, I decided I needed to send an email to complain so I could move on and get back to healing. This was one of several major privacy violations I experienced within the last year compounded with numerous serious missed diagnoses and improper instructions. This included instructing me to continue living in mold for two years instead of finding better housing as I had been before I arrived at her practice—so many wasted years of life and treatment.
When I wrote the email, I didn't know I was in psychosis, withdrawal, inflamed, or fighting an undiagnosed infection that would later pop up on bloodwork. I didn't understand how I sounded and thought I was doing something positive by taking this concern out of the legal document that was my file and into an email so it could easily be deleted. Even after all this occurred, I was more concerned about protecting Dr. Fuentez than myself. My current therapist tells me that I sound like a cult survivor and she's not wrong.
After I hit send, I felt my stomach drop and the ground swallowed me whole. Fuck. I screwed up. I tried apologizing and reassured myself that she could forgive me as I did for her. Deep down, I knew I would not be forgiven and braced myself for what was coming. Retaliation was quick and vicious and soon after I was given the gift of dismissal. My unmedicated heart pounded as it had never before, my chest painfully tight and pain radiated down my left arm. The dismissal letter instructed me to apply for disability and to seek treatment for Lyme at a conventional infectious disease practice that didn't acknowledge the disease in its chronic condition. She stated that I needed to seek medical attention immediately and that she would personally send my file to my new doctor. I've never felt so relieved and afraid simultaneously. Despite my PTSD from medical trauma, I started to look forward to the next leg of my journey and instantly forgave. I had no clue what I was about to face.
I fully expected my file to contain information to conceal the crime she committed and I was fine with that. I just wanted my medical information so that I could continue with treatment elsewhere and apply for disability, which I had put off again and again because in her words, "I was going to get better." I was pleased to be free of her as she was quite controlling and had put a lot of pressure on me over the years because she believed I was well enough to work.
My medical file should be about 1,000 pages total, but Dr. Fuentes deleted all medical information and then replaced the server to cover her tracks. My new GP received a 57-page document that contained no diagnoses or medical history. The one thing it did have was my complaint email front and center.
I don’t need to ask how Dr. F thought this would play out. I wasn’t meant to survive this ordeal. The strategic removal of first my blood pressure medication, the stress of dismissal, and then the further stress of going to a new doctor who would treat me poorly due to the contents of my file should have killed me. The first thing my new GP did after receiving my file was to take away the small prescription of painkillers I received each month and put me on an extremely short leash Xanax wise. If I didn't figure out how to manage MCAS on my own, I would be dead. They have also pressured me into getting the COVID vaccine because Dr. Fuentes stated that I “refused” it despite her being the one telling me not to get it. They still don’t believe most of what I say and consider me crazy.
I have CPTSD from medical trauma. During my first appointment at Dr. Fuentes’ practice, I wasn’t on blood pressure medication and it nearly caused me to have a stroke. It was bad enough that they had to administer blood pressure medication at their office and call my fiancé to come pick me up.
To make matters worse, she has blacklisted me with every provider she’s affiliated with. This was made obvious when I called one and was not permitted to book an appointment. They were quite rude to me and told me they didn’t offer services that were posted on their website and practically hung up on me.
Once I was settled into my new GPs, I decided to sign and post-date the privacy policy she sent me to include the majority of my time at her practice. I did this because I had no desire to harm anyone over this incident and now that I was no longer under her control, felt safe doing so. I spoke with her at least once a week every week for four years and wanted to extend an olive branch in hopes that if I gave her what she wanted, she would back off with the antics and obvious trolling. I didn't know how else to get her to release my records to me as I had sent multiple record requests only to have them ignored.
I sent the policies priority mail and required a signature to be delivered. After receiving them, they stalled for as long as possible before reaching out to me via email. I responded and explained what I meant with the complaint email and again tried to apologize. In response, they wiped out my debt but tried to make it difficult for me to retrieve my file. At first, they attempted to charge me per page and play off my PTSD by stating that I had to come get the file myself, but I declined and informed them that my fiance was on the release, so he would be retrieving it. Within days, Dr. Fuentes shut down her practice and took her entire staff on an international cruise. When my fiance arrived to pick up my file, there were no signs on the doors stating closure. I check Facebook and find photos of everyone enjoying their vacation.
I already knew that they had deleted the majority of it and replaced the server, but I naively hoped that my file could somehow be recovered. The way I learned this was they sent a flash drive to my ND who gave it to me. On it, there were several forged MSQs saved in an HTML format with "NEW SERVER" in the file path name. (I'm sorry, but what complete dumbass names a server that's meant to conceal a federal crime as "NEW SERVER"?! Criminal masterminds they are not.)
Destroying my file does many things other than hiding her crimes. She intentionally destroyed my disability eligibility and my ability to seek justice for my mold exposure.
I have a copy of my medical file at home and it is the cruelest thing I have ever seen. The entire thing is one giant, shitty forgery. Since she deleted the majority of my file, she needed to come up with roughly 500 pages to match the page count they accidentally sent me via email. In those 500 pages, every detail of my personal information was used to attack me. From the abuse I endured as a child to the loss of my father, nothing was spared. I was described as hypersexual despite being abstinent for years, bipolar and self-medicating with the opiates she prescribed me, and a liar who constantly contradicted myself. She also included information to cover Laura's involvement and said repeatedly that I am litigious and that she “screwed me over for fame and financial gain.” If I had any respect left for her or wanted to stay at her practice, those words would have leveled me. When I saw her looking for me on suicidewatch I couldn't help but think that was wishful thinking on her part since an obituary wasn’t released.
Side Note: Laura and Dr. Fuentes are both TBI survivors with severe head injuries and it shows. They both need to do a cycle. WHY do I know so many people like this?
This is what I wanted to share, Bimbo.

Hi everybody,
Currently I'm really stressed about this situation and not really sure what to do, so I'm asking you guys what you would do.
I've (F38, in Europe) been friends with an American girl (F38, we'll call her Britney) for the past 7 years. We've been through a lot together, but lately things have been spiraling.
In 2023 I went to visit her in the US and left some collectible items there (around 400$ worth) for her to help me sell. We're now almost a year on, and every time I ask about it she either avoids the question or says she's busy.
Recently she came to my country and stayed with me and my family.
That week was hell. I paid for everything, every dinner, every museum, every park, everything we went to. But, I just have a foul taste in my mouth from that week.
Some instances of her behavior:
-When we were going on a boat tour I smoked 1 sigaret before boarding. She became angry and told me she was dissapointed in me for smoking. She walked away and left my family and I alone on the boat tour. (She wants me to stop smoking, I'm going to therapy for it, but it's not as easy as it sounds, I smoked 3 sigarets a day during this week).
-We had an appointment for a very important meeting, we needed to leave at 6.30pm or we would be late. By 6.55pm she still wasnt ready, and when I told her we needed to leave she blew me off. I left and she bombarded me with phone calls and text messages and cussed me out when I got home. Maybe I shouldn't have left her? But the meeting was very important to me and I needed to be there on time, I told her that many times.
-Whenever we were at my stables (I own 8 horses, and use the stables that my father owns for them) she would always find something negative and complain about it. My father uses 1 stable as a storage shed, she kept pestering me about "it's not ok to use a stable for that" "Stables are for horses" "He needs to remove that". On and on and on. Or if I did something different then her it was bad, I needed to change or do better. This would always be something small, like how I scoop the feed, or how I clean the stables (I should use the other rake or whatever).
-We were at a horse show and she saw somebody with a stallion holding a plastic tube. This was used probably to hit the animal if it misbehaved. Not ok, of course, so I told her I would go through the proper channels for this and get it banned. (because currently it's not banned yet). She (very obviously) started recording those people, while I was dealing with my own horse. This ended in a confrontation and an official complaint against me because she was my guest.
I got angry at her, telling her that, although I don't agree with the practice, there's ways to deal with this that doesn't get me in trouble. That filming on private property is illegal in my country.
She just looked at me and said I was "condoning animal abuse". The rest of the day she just clung to me, whenever I talked to people I knew, she would stand at a distance and look angry at me. She even judged my friends, calling them "weird", "stupid", "something off about them". Without even talking to them.
There's much more small things, like always talking over me, doing the same things I do but loudequickeharder, she's continuously trying to make me do things I don't want to do, always blames problems on others, etc.
Now there's also my friend from the Netherlands (F42, Laura) who has a build-a-box with her. Basically she buys collectibles in the US, has them shipped to Britney's house and then once every so often Britney ships a big box to Laura's house. Thing is, last time Laura talked to Britney was beginning of March, and has been ignored since. Britney doesn't even confirm the receipt of some packages so Laura can tell the sellers everything arrived fine. We're talking about nearly 4k worth of collectibles, and she's purposefully ignoring Laura. Britney is active on Facebook and Messenger, but just doesn't read her pm's. During the week Britney was here, she even messaged Laura to join us. Laura is getting worried, and contacting me if I'm in contact with Britney.
I send Britney a message 3 weeks ago, asking her to contact Laura, and all I got back was "You know I'm busy with work this week, I've told you that." Nothing else, just that. And she didn't message Laura either.
The next problem is that Britney and I, own a horse together. The horse lives with me, it's registered in my name but we do have a co-ownership contract. She has been late with paying her share for several months, though currently she's only 1 month late.
I'm feeling stressed, I want to break of the friendship, I feel like she might be a narcissist and I just never noticed the red flags? I want to send a long message that what she's doing isn't OK, that ignoring people/problems is not going to solve anything. But I'm afraid she's just going to be angry and blame it all on me/Laura. I want to buy her share of the horse, so I'm the full owner. She still owes me money from the collectibles she still has from me and the 1 month share. But I'm not sure how she's going to react to that.
My question is this: How do I approach this?
TLDR Found out my long-term friend is a narcissist, I want to end it, how do I approach?

Just in case this is tl:dr Calgary Bike Swap is on May 4th at Max Bell Arena. But, if you have questions then please read below.
First, we'd like to thank Calgary Reddit Moderators for allowing us to promote our non-profit bike swap event once. Full disclosure that we have a $2.00 admission that will be used to repair the donated bikes. More below.
Why we do what we do - we’re Chris and Laura and we didn’t feel safe buying or selling bikes online so we founded, fund, and operate Alberta Bike Swap a non-profit that provides a safe place to buy, sell, and donate bicycles. If you have a bike to sell we’ll tech check that bike and run the serial number through our software to verify bike ownership because no one wants to buy a stolen bike. We’re proud to be the only Bike Index Ambassadors in Calgary.
Want to buy a bike? Stand in line, suggest no later than 10:00. IF you can pay the $2.00 admission that $2.00 will go to repair the hundreds of donated bikes.
Have a stolen bike police report? All the bikes will be entered into the swap by 1400, please come to our event at 1400 so that you can see for yourself that your bike isn't in our event. Calgary Police attend and support us and our event. The Calgary Police Mountain Bike Team are attending our event! The police and RCMP have seized bikes from online sales and pawnshops based on what we do, and insurance companies use our paperwork as proof.
We added children's bikes to our events because it helps families.
We work with over 30 groups to rebuild donated bikes too and have over 80 partners that help us help others. We work with every group in Alberta, except one: https://albertabikeswap.ca/strategic-alliances/. We're doing a bike drive for Wood's Homes to help them. If you have an unused or have outgrown a bike we have a partner that would recondition that bike for re-use. Please consider contacting us if you are putting on a community clean-up, we’ll make sure those bikes are re-cycled to someone that can use them (pun intended).
Municipalities spend millions on cycling infrastructure, but nothing on cycling education. We fund legitimate cycling education through CAN-BIKE, which is the only recognized cycling education program in Canada and there are only four (4) CAN-BIKE cycling instructors in Alberta. Want to learn how to safely and proficiently? https://albertabikeswap.ca/education/
We have Facebook pages for Alberta Bike Swap and Calgary Bike Swap and we’re also on Twitter, LinkedIn, and Instagram. We also have a lot of information on our website: https://albertabikeswap.ca/
We can’t put our events on without wonderful people like you and we thank you for reading this, hopefully putting up our poster, and maybe following us on social media on LinkedIn, Twitter, FB, or IG. The swaps are run from our kitchen table by just the two of us, we do the best we can to help as many people as we can and every bike counts.
Again, thank you to the Reddit Moderators for allowing us to post our event.

Hey Guys,
Sorry for the long story... TLDR at the bottom.
I'm going out on a limb here in the hope that someone has experience repairing these units. I have a working S4 magic that is flawless. I got it free 4+ years ago, because the "original" owner complained it was spitting brown water. He demo'd it and was absolutely right, it was.
I emptied the boiler, allowed it to self fill with vinegar and ran 1L through the iron, and another 1L I allowed to sit in the tank for a day or two. After emptying it and running water through it to clear the lines it hasn't really skipped a beat, except that the pressure relief valve recently rusted through and caused a short, so I replaced that too.
Pressure Controller XP110 1.5-4BAR G1/8' 3Bar Steam Pressure Switch
I make a point of running vinegar through the iron about 4-6 monthly to keep it clean now, as it is very lightly used.
Anyhow, I recently picked up a faulty S4e for $100. It wouldn't fill the boiler (pump wouldn't run), and when I manually filled the boiler it wouldn't steam. I diagnosed the issues as a faulty pump, which I remedied with a part from eBay. It was cheaper than buying the part by itself from anywhere. N.B. It is possible that there is a different pump in these irons (model number is MPP1), they're not interchangeable. The main control boards differ to support them.
Tefal pompa acqua E50301 ferro stiro caldaia Pro Express GV78 GV87 GV89 GV90
And a faulty solenoid, which I bought from AliExpress. Diagnosed because it didn't click when I pressed the steam button on the iron.
CEME SERIE 588 AC 220V 230V Electric Brass Solenoid Valve Normally Closed Steam Iron Gas Hot Water Flow Control Valve
Subsequently it works great, except that the pump runs continually, until the thermal fuse cuts its power. And then the tank runs dry. I'm left to believe that the water level sensor is faulty, which probably caused the original pump to fail.
Now... if you contact LauraStar to ask for a parts only quote they refuse. They won't assist unless they're doing the diagnosis and repair, and they try (pretty hard) to push you in the direction of a new device citing that the device is old and parts aren't always readily available blah blah blah. They were also incredibly surprised that I was able to source the other parts. Isn't the internet a wonderful place :P
EDIT: I also wanted to say that these irons are AMAZING. I used to have a $350 Tefal/Phillips model, it was not AMAZING.
TLDR: I need a water level sensor for the LauraStar S4 series iron, it's likely universal to the S3 to S7 model and a bunch of others too (X1, X2, 30). Can anyone assist with what part I need to buy and what tool I need to remove the old one? I suspect I'll need to remove the boiler and put it in a vice to get it out
Photo of the internals of the iron (I can't take the credit) - I think the water level sensor is what the red wire comes from. The green and white connectors lower down are for the boiler coil/heater element.
TIA
DB

Hi everyone. Sorry if I disappeared but I've had a few busy weeks. Thanks for all your support, reading your opinions really helped me.
My daughter ended up being hospitalized a week after my post as she had bronchiolitis and we spent a whole week there because she needed oxygen, antibiotics and cortisone. During our stay at the hospital (since where I live they take covid still very seriously I was the only one who could stay with her, and only her father could come a hour a day to visit her), we spent time together and he was very supportive and obviously worried about her health.
Of course I would talk to him during his visits since I think it would be useless to be hostile towards each other in a moment like that and he told me he would answer any questions I had about that night when he cheated on me. I told him I didn't want to know the details of course, since we weren't going to be together anymore he could sleep with whoever he wanted. He cried a lot telling me he knew he'd messed up pretty badly but he would do anything to save our marriage. I told him I simply didn't want that, that the only thought of him with her repulsed me and I could never look at him the same after knowing what had happened, that trying to forgive him and save our marriage would be unfair to him since I would never trust him again, that something was broken and was beyond repair. He cried more, wondering why I was being so calm and collected about this whole situation (in the past I've always been much more impulsive and passionate about things), and asked me if I even loved him anymore. I told him there was no reason to scream or fight about all this, anyway I couldn't change the past, I couldn't go back and stop him from cheating on me. The only thing we can do is go on with our lives and try to at least be friendly with each others for our daughter's sake.
When my daughter was better we could go back to my parents' and he would come visit the baby everyday. His friend (let's call him John) told me that they met and he told him what happened (since he still doesn't know it was John who told me the truth), he told him he desperately regretted what happened that night and was going to win me back. John told me all my ex is been doing for the past few weeks is working and going home to sleep, that he only goes out to visit us and even though his friends tried to convince him to go out with them he always refused. John thinks he's really trying to make amends and I should consider forgiving him. (To all those privately asking me if John has a thing for me: no he doesn't. He's recently gotten with a girl he's loved for years, waiting patiently for her to realize they were made for each other, so no, he was just looking out for me I suppose). Anyway, a girl reached out to me, a girl I know cause she was dating one of my ex's friends (let's call her Sara) , telling me she'd heard about what had happened and asking if we could meet. Turns out the girl my husband cheated on me with (let's call her Laura), has a thing for unavailable men, and Sara caught Laura with her ex boyfriend while they were in the act a few years ago. She also told me that Laura has no friends and everyone stays away from her because she's unreliable and has hurt a lot of people in the past, that she only hangs out with my ex's group because she's always fucking one of them.
So a few nights ago Laura was at the pub we all go to, alone and drunk and she approached my ex's group, asking about him and wondering why he'd blocked her. Sara and another girl I'm good friends with (Veronica) eavesdropped the conversation and apparently Laura was bragging about sleeping with my ex, saying that if he fucked her it meant I wasn't enough for him and she couldn't understand why he was fighting it, since they were meant to be together. Sara and the other girl were so furious to hear her blatantly bragging about breaking up a married couple with a small child that they ended up getting physical and beating her up a little.
After that, Laura had the guts to contact me on Facebook (she apparently thought I still didn't know anything) and she sent me a very long and detailed text about what happened with my ex. Well, at least he'd been honest and told me all the truth, it really was a one time mistake and he never responded to her afterwards. I'll spare you the details, I really wish I could unsee the message honestly but it's too late for me. I never replied, I didn't know what I could say to her anyway. I only thought of insults and bad things to say, so I didn't say anything. I think she's got what she deserved from Sara and Veronica, even though I don't condone this kind of behavior, I can't lie and must admit I felt pleasure when I heard what they did to her (I'll spare you the gory details again).
Anyway, talking about serious matters, I started looking for a job (I've always worked as a private teacher for middle and high schoolers) and bought a new car with my friends' help and I also go out for drinks with them sometimes. One of them is very close to me (I'll call him Luke) but I realized he could be trying to get with me cause he's made very clear moves on me. My ex husband heard from a common friend that I was out drinking with Luke and he went crazy. He came to my parents' (who still knew nothing about our situation cause I was waiting for the right time to tell them) and told them everything. About him cheating, about me not wanting to stay in our marriage, etc.. he took full responsibility, but he also asked them to help him getting back with me. I think he felt like he was losing me for good and tried to go all in. Funny thing: my parents asked for my side of the story and were hurt that I didn't tell them anything about it, but sure enough they asked me to reconsider my decision and give him another chance since he seems so hurt and remorseful, and willing to do anything to make things right. I'm simply speechless that they would even suggest that I forgive a cheater. The relationship between me and them was already rocky because they thought I shouldn't go out and drink when I have a baby at home waiting for me, but I honestly needed to distract myself a little since I was in a very dark place. I thought very bad things about me and my life, and the only reason I didn't give up was exactly my daughter, without her I would have done some bullshit, I admit it. I know they're trying to help me, but I was furious at them . They told me I had to think about my daughter, that marriage isn't always roses and flowers, and a child needs stability, that my husband was very caring and in the past ten years he never gave me any reason to doubt him. My sister, though, was on my side and she's stunned that they would try and make me go back to him. She told me I can go live with her and BIL, that they have plenty of space for us if I felt uncomfortable staying here with my parents for the time being. But, as soon as my parents realized there was a chance I could leave their house, they immediately backed off, saying it was my decision.
My daughter is happy, she loves to be surrounded by all these people and she gets to see her father almost everyday so she is doing okay. She's also grown a lot and everyday is a new discovery and I'm hopelessly in love with her. I still care for my ex husband but I don't think I love him anymore. It's like something switched off in me, I've always been like this, if someone hurts me I immediately stop having feelings for them. He made his choice and I made mine.
I know you all will judge me now but I have to say the truth, I've been hanging out with this guy, he is handsome and he's interested in me (he says he's been interested since before I got married, but for obvious reasons he never did anything about it), but I have a little daughter and still am married, even though I already talked to a lawyer and will proceed with the divorce as soon as I feel ready. So, now you all can insult me but we have been hanging out and we also slept together because I'm human and have needs too now that I'm100% recovered, and since my ex-husband isn't an option anymore, well... it happened.
I'm not ready for a new relationship and could never trust someone else right now... since I couldn't trust my man after all those years how can I trust another man who has plenty of opportunities to have random sex with random women? He's a 30 y-o hot guy with money and a lot of girlfriends, so I'm not stupid... but it's good to feel wanted and it has also helped my self-esteem so I don't regret it. I'm doing so much better, and my intrusive thoughts almost totally disappeared. I still don't blame my ex for what he did, he made a mistake and I hope he can move on as well from all this, at least for my daughter, and from what John has been telling me, he's managed to change his lifestyle and do better for himself. I don't know if there will be other updates, but I'm grateful to you all for the worlds of encouragement and also to all those who criticized me because I needed that as well. I know you will think I'm no better than my ex for having sex with another guy so soon, but really, my feelings for him died as soon as I realized he wasn't the person I thought he was. Maybe I'm not the person I thought I was too. Maybe we weren't meant to be after all. Thank you all so much.