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2024.05.14 03:13 FarThought7412 Worst wedding ever - Grandfather Marrying his mistress at the venue of my Grandmother's funeral
Hi Charlotte, I have a wedding story for you of a wedding I had the misfortune to attend, buckle up guys, this was a train wreck.
I (31f) was always very close with my Grandma. She taught me things like how to knit, she loved teaching me how to cook and when we did family walks in the huge local park, she would "take us to get lost in the woods", because she knew how much my brother and I loved adventures.
My Grandfather always had a parade of mistresses when my Dad and his brothers were growing up, and because my Grandmother was traditional and didn't believe in divorce, she got stuck with these women being practically waved in her face. Sadly til the very end, she loved my Grandad dearly. Myself growing up, from since I can remember, the latest mistress, we'll call her X, was in the picture.
My Grandma sadly developed alzhiemers which meant that my Grandad was even less discreet, parading X around to the point where he would invite her to meals we went to where my poor Grandma was present, the worst one being one where my mother was also present, and the dynamic was Grandad flirting with my mother whilst X gave him daggers, my Grandma not really understanding what was going on, and me just wanting the ground to swallow me up.
Almost 10 years ago my Grandma's health declined, and I would go and visit her at the nursing home, and take care of her each day. My Grandad would visit her and bring X along with him, which I found insulting, but boy had I seen nothing yet.
Sadly she died, and we had a beautiful cremation service followed by a wake at a fancy hotel. Some drama was caused by my Dad's mistress turned girlfriend (I know, it runs in the family), but overall it went smoothly.
A few weeks later, Grandad arranges the scattering of the ashes. He specified no Grandchildren were allowed, which upset me considering I had been with her til the end, but it soon became apparent why. My Dad came home and told me that Grandad, at the ash scattering, announced he was getting married to X, his mistress. I was mortified as to how distasteful it was, but he chose the hotel where he held the wake for my Grandmother, and they would be married in three months time.
I didn't want to go for obvious reasons but my Dad said I had to go so that he wasn't alone. It was the biggest shit show I've had rhw misfortune to witness.
A friend from a former job came along, her job being to ply me with alcohol throughout the day, and boy did I need it.
First of all, all members of my Grandad's family had to wear a flower corsage. I usually think they are cute but I didn't want to be associated with this shit show.
The ceremony itself was okay, I just tried not to pay attention and counted down til we could go to the bar, but afterwards my friend whispered to me "I especially enjoyed the part in the vows where they said with the exception of all others!"
For the drinks reception I had to endure my Grandad's pretentious friends coming to me to tell me how lovely it must be to see my Grandad getting married, and according to my friend, I had a fixed serial killer smile whilst she would run to the bar and swiftly press drinks in my hand.
We all had the meal and then the speeches, oh god, the speeches, I have never wanted to crawl under a rock so badly. First there was the best man speech, where he told the story of first meeting Grandad and X, telling everyone "it soon became clear what the arrangement was!" with a wink to the audience, and ended with a joke about my Grandmother being a frigid cow.
X's speech was sentimental bollocks about finding love, which is all well and good, but he was married to my Grandma at the time.
Her brother made a speech about how Grandad used to wait for X on the drive in his (insert expensive car here), again, whilst married to my Grandma.
The final straw was during Grandad's speech where he accidentally called X by my Grandma's name, and I walked out.
When I waited in the bar area, a staff member said she recognised alot of us, and I told her "Yeah, for Grandma's wake, this is my Grandad marrying his mistress at the same venue", and after thinking I was joking at first, the nice lady offered me the rest of the glasses of champagne that didn't get used during the toast as they would be tossed out anyway, and I gladly took them off her hands.
Overall I've never been so mortified in my life, not only was the whole thing incredibly tacky, but my Grandma would have been rolling in her grave.
My Uncle managed to escape this circus living abroad, but when he came to visit, they brought out a slice of wedding cake they saved it (English wedding cake keeps for months) and later told me that when he left, he tossed it out of his car window as he drove off, hoping they saw him.
To add to the tackiness, when Grandad died, he left X a statue of a naked lady he had actually bought for my Grandma, and when we asked why, it came out that he bought it for Grandma, because it reminded him of X, and also to remind my Grandma that X was in the picture.
Sadly this shit runs in the family, as my Dad also had a few mistresses, but luckily I was mostly kept from that as my Mom divorced him when she found out. I have a wonderful boyfriend who luckily hasn't run a mile given my insane family story, and we plan to get married. The family joke is that we should marry at the same hotel as the one used for Grandma's wake and then Grandad's wedding, as we might get a family discount on the third event, but I think I have to much PTSD associated with the place.
Hope you all enjoyed my family wedding drama story, and hopefully this gets read!
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I (31f) was always very close with my Grandma. She taught me things like how to knit, she loved teaching me how to cook and when we did family walks in the huge local park, she would "take us to get lost in the woods", because she knew how much my brother and I loved adventures.
My Grandfather always had a parade of mistresses when my Dad and his brothers were growing up, and because my Grandmother was traditional and didn't believe in divorce, she got stuck with these women being practically waved in her face. Sadly til the very end, she loved my Grandad dearly. Myself growing up, from since I can remember, the latest mistress, we'll call her X, was in the picture.
My Grandma sadly developed alzhiemers which meant that my Grandad was even less discreet, parading X around to the point where he would invite her to meals we went to where my poor Grandma was present, the worst one being one where my mother was also present, and the dynamic was Grandad flirting with my mother whilst X gave him daggers, my Grandma not really understanding what was going on, and me just wanting the ground to swallow me up.
Almost 10 years ago my Grandma's health declined, and I would go and visit her at the nursing home, and take care of her each day. My Grandad would visit her and bring X along with him, which I found insulting, but boy had I seen nothing yet.
Sadly she died, and we had a beautiful cremation service followed by a wake at a fancy hotel. Some drama was caused by my Dad's mistress turned girlfriend (I know, it runs in the family), but overall it went smoothly.
A few weeks later, Grandad arranges the scattering of the ashes. He specified no Grandchildren were allowed, which upset me considering I had been with her til the end, but it soon became apparent why. My Dad came home and told me that Grandad, at the ash scattering, announced he was getting married to X, his mistress. I was mortified as to how distasteful it was, but he chose the hotel where he held the wake for my Grandmother, and they would be married in three months time.
I didn't want to go for obvious reasons but my Dad said I had to go so that he wasn't alone. It was the biggest shit show I've had rhw misfortune to witness.
A friend from a former job came along, her job being to ply me with alcohol throughout the day, and boy did I need it.
First of all, all members of my Grandad's family had to wear a flower corsage. I usually think they are cute but I didn't want to be associated with this shit show.
The ceremony itself was okay, I just tried not to pay attention and counted down til we could go to the bar, but afterwards my friend whispered to me "I especially enjoyed the part in the vows where they said with the exception of all others!"
For the drinks reception I had to endure my Grandad's pretentious friends coming to me to tell me how lovely it must be to see my Grandad getting married, and according to my friend, I had a fixed serial killer smile whilst she would run to the bar and swiftly press drinks in my hand.
We all had the meal and then the speeches, oh god, the speeches, I have never wanted to crawl under a rock so badly. First there was the best man speech, where he told the story of first meeting Grandad and X, telling everyone "it soon became clear what the arrangement was!" with a wink to the audience, and ended with a joke about my Grandmother being a frigid cow.
X's speech was sentimental bollocks about finding love, which is all well and good, but he was married to my Grandma at the time.
Her brother made a speech about how Grandad used to wait for X on the drive in his (insert expensive car here), again, whilst married to my Grandma.
The final straw was during Grandad's speech where he accidentally called X by my Grandma's name, and I walked out.
When I waited in the bar area, a staff member said she recognised alot of us, and I told her "Yeah, for Grandma's wake, this is my Grandad marrying his mistress at the same venue", and after thinking I was joking at first, the nice lady offered me the rest of the glasses of champagne that didn't get used during the toast as they would be tossed out anyway, and I gladly took them off her hands.
Overall I've never been so mortified in my life, not only was the whole thing incredibly tacky, but my Grandma would have been rolling in her grave.
My Uncle managed to escape this circus living abroad, but when he came to visit, they brought out a slice of wedding cake they saved it (English wedding cake keeps for months) and later told me that when he left, he tossed it out of his car window as he drove off, hoping they saw him.
To add to the tackiness, when Grandad died, he left X a statue of a naked lady he had actually bought for my Grandma, and when we asked why, it came out that he bought it for Grandma, because it reminded him of X, and also to remind my Grandma that X was in the picture.
Sadly this shit runs in the family, as my Dad also had a few mistresses, but luckily I was mostly kept from that as my Mom divorced him when she found out. I have a wonderful boyfriend who luckily hasn't run a mile given my insane family story, and we plan to get married. The family joke is that we should marry at the same hotel as the one used for Grandma's wake and then Grandad's wedding, as we might get a family discount on the third event, but I think I have to much PTSD associated with the place.
Hope you all enjoyed my family wedding drama story, and hopefully this gets read!
2024.05.14 03:13 Meleys174326 23M [M4M] The Americas - Looking for my Heartstopper relationship
Greetings! I'm a guy on the lookout for someone with the potential to become my boyfriend, but let's start as best friends, keeping things strictly SFW. But I am going to ask you that from the start, we both take things seriously, I am not playing here.
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
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What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
2024.05.14 03:13 Dawn_Wolf 32 [M4F] #losangeles - Asian/White chill nerd looking for likeminded weirdo :3
Wolf here looking for his Fox. :)
This post will be written way more formally and serious than I normally would ever be! (Unless I'm writing)
I’m an eccentric nerd, and I have a BFA in art to match. I’ve been on a long journey of self improvement. Fitness, discipline, etc. To my surprise and satisfaction, I’ve made strides. Some of us spend a lot of time figuring out what the hell we’re doing. I think I have a pretty good idea, but it's a work in progress. There’s things I want to accomplish. But I’m trying to learn that wanting isn’t enough. One must choose to act. Easier said than done. Anyhow, about me:
Stuff: White/Japanese American. Dark haieyes. Chubby. Broad shoulders.
Virtues: Chill. Open to ideas. Chill temper. Very stable. Extroverted and silly when appropriate(when I can get away with it!). Serious or lighthearted when appropriate(When I have to be >.>). Passionate about many things.
Weaknesses: Procrastinates too much. Daydreams. Procrastinates more. Not yet in good shape.
Hobbies: Into Gaming, Art, Creative things, Writing, Fantasy and Worldbuilding, and Design. Extremely passionate about the TTRPG space and personal projects revolving around it!
Lifestyle: I enjoy cooking, hanging out with friends, doing fun stuff together, watching movies, debating about silly nerdy things, and taking it easy. Would like kids one day. I don’t drink/other similar things partially because I know I can get addicted to things. I want to surround myself with small beautiful things, ideas, stories, feelings to inspire myself to create. Friends and Family and loved ones are the most beautiful things.
Romance: Will tickle you. Will boop your nose. Will give headpats. Silly, Affectionate, Teasing, Playful, Explorative and mischievous… But serious when you need me to be.
"Switch".
Looking for: Someone playful to share the joy of little things with. Someone warm and passionate, perhaps with an eye for the creative. Perhaps someone patient because good things take time. And someone with a feisty side when they need to use it.
There’s certainly something a bit odd about putting a dating resume out there. I feel like this method of meeting people is probably thought upon as bizarre by many. That’s understandable, but why not cast a lure into the dark? There’s something romantic about someone latching onto you in a fleeting moment across the net, on a whim. At first, I thought I’d wait until I've met more of my goals. But why? Perhaps now is when we need each other the most. So here I am. Hi. :)
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This post will be written way more formally and serious than I normally would ever be! (Unless I'm writing)
I’m an eccentric nerd, and I have a BFA in art to match. I’ve been on a long journey of self improvement. Fitness, discipline, etc. To my surprise and satisfaction, I’ve made strides. Some of us spend a lot of time figuring out what the hell we’re doing. I think I have a pretty good idea, but it's a work in progress. There’s things I want to accomplish. But I’m trying to learn that wanting isn’t enough. One must choose to act. Easier said than done. Anyhow, about me:
Stuff: White/Japanese American. Dark haieyes. Chubby. Broad shoulders.
Virtues: Chill. Open to ideas. Chill temper. Very stable. Extroverted and silly when appropriate(when I can get away with it!). Serious or lighthearted when appropriate(When I have to be >.>). Passionate about many things.
Weaknesses: Procrastinates too much. Daydreams. Procrastinates more. Not yet in good shape.
Hobbies: Into Gaming, Art, Creative things, Writing, Fantasy and Worldbuilding, and Design. Extremely passionate about the TTRPG space and personal projects revolving around it!
Lifestyle: I enjoy cooking, hanging out with friends, doing fun stuff together, watching movies, debating about silly nerdy things, and taking it easy. Would like kids one day. I don’t drink/other similar things partially because I know I can get addicted to things. I want to surround myself with small beautiful things, ideas, stories, feelings to inspire myself to create. Friends and Family and loved ones are the most beautiful things.
Romance: Will tickle you. Will boop your nose. Will give headpats. Silly, Affectionate, Teasing, Playful, Explorative and mischievous… But serious when you need me to be.
"Switch".
Looking for: Someone playful to share the joy of little things with. Someone warm and passionate, perhaps with an eye for the creative. Perhaps someone patient because good things take time. And someone with a feisty side when they need to use it.
There’s certainly something a bit odd about putting a dating resume out there. I feel like this method of meeting people is probably thought upon as bizarre by many. That’s understandable, but why not cast a lure into the dark? There’s something romantic about someone latching onto you in a fleeting moment across the net, on a whim. At first, I thought I’d wait until I've met more of my goals. But why? Perhaps now is when we need each other the most. So here I am. Hi. :)
2024.05.14 03:13 Meleys174326 23M [M4M] Looking for my Heartstopper relationship
Greetings! I'm a guy on the lookout for someone with the potential to become my boyfriend, but let's start as best friends, keeping things strictly SFW. But I am going to ask you that from the start, we both take things seriously, I am not playing here.
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
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What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
2024.05.14 03:12 23ChildFree 41/M Upstate NY Child/Pet/Smoke/Debt Free. Kink Friendly.
Hello!
I am 41, Male, and live in Upstate NY along the Lake Ontario Coast. If you are looking for an urban lifestyle look elsewhere.
I’m 5’11’’, broad-shouldered, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a couple of greys on my face. I am keg-shaped and am semi-muscular. No, I’m not trying to justisfy @#$. I am Slavic-Gaelic – I am a broad, big boy. I work out in the pool and on my bike regularly but I also eat :D (moreso drink).
I have a few tattoos. I live alone and work from home (mostly); as such, I am often free to chat. I love deep conversations and few topics I hesitate to speak on. I will admit I’m a bit of one of those “shy at first” people, but should we decide to break that dam – I hope you want the deluge that comes after :) . I live on Discord. You are invited to join me :).
I am comfortable in many roles – Daddy, Master, mentor, sounding board, cheerleader, and more. I believe in strong communication where we both understand why we are doing what we’re doing. I am absolutely Kink Friendly. If you love validation and giving oral – I am your person.
I'm a Retired Disabled Combat Veteran, but I'm not going to fly off the handle at you or anything don't worry :) . I'm a Mindfulness and Meditation teacher, Digital Musician, Digital Artist, Creative Writer, and more. I live a liquid lifestyle – no day is entirely like another. If you’re someone who needs exact schedules I am not for you.
I’m the judge for the VA Arts show Writing Division (retired competitor – won 6x national medals, including a best in show judge’s choice and best in show people’s choice). I’m also slowly working on a fantasy book about identity. These are some long term goals but don’t let it take away from the fact I have the time to talk to you.
I am financially stable and independent; however, I absolutely love giving gifts and things. I am present, reciprocal, and available. I’m more spontaneous, fluid, and organic. I like to listen and follow where the currents take me when possible. I am absolutely responsible and can be in ‘mission mode’ at the drop of a hat, but let’s be honest – few of us prefer to be in that kind of state long-term. I’m creative, thoughtful, compassionate, patient, and I believe people need less prohibition and more guidance, generally speaking. However, I am not a pushover when prohibition needs to be put in place.
I'm childfree and had the surgery. I have lots of love to give and the ability to give it. I have a healthy drive but I prefer to have those conversations one-on-one. I know others can come on very strongly and I think that can be disrespectful.
If you have any questions, I'm all ears :)
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I am 41, Male, and live in Upstate NY along the Lake Ontario Coast. If you are looking for an urban lifestyle look elsewhere.
I’m 5’11’’, broad-shouldered, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a couple of greys on my face. I am keg-shaped and am semi-muscular. No, I’m not trying to justisfy @#$. I am Slavic-Gaelic – I am a broad, big boy. I work out in the pool and on my bike regularly but I also eat :D (moreso drink).
I have a few tattoos. I live alone and work from home (mostly); as such, I am often free to chat. I love deep conversations and few topics I hesitate to speak on. I will admit I’m a bit of one of those “shy at first” people, but should we decide to break that dam – I hope you want the deluge that comes after :) . I live on Discord. You are invited to join me :).
I am comfortable in many roles – Daddy, Master, mentor, sounding board, cheerleader, and more. I believe in strong communication where we both understand why we are doing what we’re doing. I am absolutely Kink Friendly. If you love validation and giving oral – I am your person.
I'm a Retired Disabled Combat Veteran, but I'm not going to fly off the handle at you or anything don't worry :) . I'm a Mindfulness and Meditation teacher, Digital Musician, Digital Artist, Creative Writer, and more. I live a liquid lifestyle – no day is entirely like another. If you’re someone who needs exact schedules I am not for you.
I’m the judge for the VA Arts show Writing Division (retired competitor – won 6x national medals, including a best in show judge’s choice and best in show people’s choice). I’m also slowly working on a fantasy book about identity. These are some long term goals but don’t let it take away from the fact I have the time to talk to you.
I am financially stable and independent; however, I absolutely love giving gifts and things. I am present, reciprocal, and available. I’m more spontaneous, fluid, and organic. I like to listen and follow where the currents take me when possible. I am absolutely responsible and can be in ‘mission mode’ at the drop of a hat, but let’s be honest – few of us prefer to be in that kind of state long-term. I’m creative, thoughtful, compassionate, patient, and I believe people need less prohibition and more guidance, generally speaking. However, I am not a pushover when prohibition needs to be put in place.
I'm childfree and had the surgery. I have lots of love to give and the ability to give it. I have a healthy drive but I prefer to have those conversations one-on-one. I know others can come on very strongly and I think that can be disrespectful.
If you have any questions, I'm all ears :)
2024.05.14 03:12 Meleys174326 23M [M4M] #Online - Looking for my Heartstopper relationship
Greetings! I'm a guy on the lookout for someone with the potential to become my boyfriend, but let's start as best friends, keeping things strictly SFW. But I am going to ask you that from the start, we both take things seriously, I am not playing here.
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
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What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
2024.05.14 03:12 Intelligent_City2644 Sulking like a Child
I went into my interview for my dream job on Friday. The owner seemed to really like me and offered to have me come in to watch a training class be conducted.
I was explained the starting pay for all candidates was $17 an hour and was part time as described. I asked lots of questions and by the end of the two hours of interacting with everyone, I got the vibe from the owner that I had made a great impression.
"What do you think? Would you like to work here? Well, we think you'd be a great team member. I'd like to set a date and time for you sit down with our scheduler."
"Oh! Thankyou very much."
I was so happy and flattered. I talked about how excited I was and how I couldn't wait to start training. I told him I loved it here. He joked how I could help another employee with the social media. I ended up buying a few products and he was even nice enough to give me an employee discount.
I called my boyfriend, my family and texted a close friend about how excited I was.
"They told me they'd love to have me on the team and that I get to sit down with the scheduler in couple days, isn't that great?! This is a dream come true!" I gushed with pride.
When I came in a couple days later as promised I greeted everyone and the scheduler and I went into a back room. She was sweet and she told me she was very excited because this was her first interview she has ever conducted. She told me she loved my resume.
I blinked, inside feeling a bit startled but began to conduct myself in a interview type fashion. I tried to come off as friendly and as courteous as I could. I was happy we had a lot in common and I appreciate that I was able to make her laugh and talk about herself. She told me she doesn't get final say but that she sincerely hopes I get the job.
I waved my goodbyes and seemed cheerful and hopeful but left out the door with a soured face.
The owner immediately called me and in a jumble of words explained that the scheduler is also training to be a future manager. He hurridy told me hed like to have me come in for my final interview Wednesday, where he would ask me some situational questions.
He then went on to say that he was leaving the country for vacation for 3 weeks and that hopefully there would be an offer made by June.
I told him a bunch of affirmatives because I am a terrible people pleaser. At this point I was nervous and unsure of myself and I didn't want to come off as rude or ungrateful. I just asked a bit awkwardly, if he doesn't feel I'm a good fit or if they find someone else then I'd love a phone call. "Oh as a courtesy you mean? Yes of course, sure."
I got off the phone feeling confused. I had stupidly told everyone I already got the job. I berated myself for being so neieve and inspected my memories obsessively for anywhere I truly misunderstood. I concluded that I was sure he was being direct with me but must have changed his mind.
The thing is, I don't know I can't wait 3 weeks to see if they will extend me an offer. I needed that job and had thought I was coming in to sign paperwork and figure out my new work schedule.
Ever since my boyfriend got hurt at work I really needed this for us financially and I really just needed a win after so many weeks of sorrow and worry.
Maybe I'll get my dream job but my soul is telling me that it's best not get my hopes up at all. Right now, I am just trying to comfort myself. I'm nieve and maybe I should have known better. It's another important life lesson on only listening to what people do and to not pay attention to what they say. I should also know not to celebrate until I get things in writing.
It takes a mature person to really get that through their head. I'm working on it.
Despite this Wisdom, I'm sulking like a child.
-Thanks for listening. Let me know if something like this has ever happened to you before. I feel pretty dumb right now for sure... If you have any thoughts or encouragement that would be very kind of you.
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I was explained the starting pay for all candidates was $17 an hour and was part time as described. I asked lots of questions and by the end of the two hours of interacting with everyone, I got the vibe from the owner that I had made a great impression.
"What do you think? Would you like to work here? Well, we think you'd be a great team member. I'd like to set a date and time for you sit down with our scheduler."
"Oh! Thankyou very much."
I was so happy and flattered. I talked about how excited I was and how I couldn't wait to start training. I told him I loved it here. He joked how I could help another employee with the social media. I ended up buying a few products and he was even nice enough to give me an employee discount.
I called my boyfriend, my family and texted a close friend about how excited I was.
"They told me they'd love to have me on the team and that I get to sit down with the scheduler in couple days, isn't that great?! This is a dream come true!" I gushed with pride.
When I came in a couple days later as promised I greeted everyone and the scheduler and I went into a back room. She was sweet and she told me she was very excited because this was her first interview she has ever conducted. She told me she loved my resume.
I blinked, inside feeling a bit startled but began to conduct myself in a interview type fashion. I tried to come off as friendly and as courteous as I could. I was happy we had a lot in common and I appreciate that I was able to make her laugh and talk about herself. She told me she doesn't get final say but that she sincerely hopes I get the job.
I waved my goodbyes and seemed cheerful and hopeful but left out the door with a soured face.
The owner immediately called me and in a jumble of words explained that the scheduler is also training to be a future manager. He hurridy told me hed like to have me come in for my final interview Wednesday, where he would ask me some situational questions.
He then went on to say that he was leaving the country for vacation for 3 weeks and that hopefully there would be an offer made by June.
I told him a bunch of affirmatives because I am a terrible people pleaser. At this point I was nervous and unsure of myself and I didn't want to come off as rude or ungrateful. I just asked a bit awkwardly, if he doesn't feel I'm a good fit or if they find someone else then I'd love a phone call. "Oh as a courtesy you mean? Yes of course, sure."
I got off the phone feeling confused. I had stupidly told everyone I already got the job. I berated myself for being so neieve and inspected my memories obsessively for anywhere I truly misunderstood. I concluded that I was sure he was being direct with me but must have changed his mind.
The thing is, I don't know I can't wait 3 weeks to see if they will extend me an offer. I needed that job and had thought I was coming in to sign paperwork and figure out my new work schedule.
Ever since my boyfriend got hurt at work I really needed this for us financially and I really just needed a win after so many weeks of sorrow and worry.
Maybe I'll get my dream job but my soul is telling me that it's best not get my hopes up at all. Right now, I am just trying to comfort myself. I'm nieve and maybe I should have known better. It's another important life lesson on only listening to what people do and to not pay attention to what they say. I should also know not to celebrate until I get things in writing.
It takes a mature person to really get that through their head. I'm working on it.
Despite this Wisdom, I'm sulking like a child.
-Thanks for listening. Let me know if something like this has ever happened to you before. I feel pretty dumb right now for sure... If you have any thoughts or encouragement that would be very kind of you.
2024.05.14 03:12 Meleys174326 23M [M4M] Looking for my Heartstopper relationship
Greetings! I'm a guy on the lookout for someone with the potential to become my boyfriend, but let's start as best friends, keeping things strictly SFW. But I am going to ask you that from the start, we both take things seriously, I am not playing here.
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
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What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
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2024.05.14 03:12 Meleys174326 23M [M4M] Looking for my Heartstopper relationship
Greetings! I'm a guy on the lookout for someone with the potential to become my boyfriend, but let's start as best friends, keeping things strictly SFW. But I am going to ask you that from the start, we both take things seriously, I am not playing here.
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
submitted by Meleys174326 to MeetNewPeopleHere [link] [comments]
What I'm Seeking: I'm searching for a handsome, skinny or average-built, masculine man with a great personality. Let's take the time to get acquainted and see where it leads. Age range: 18 to 25. Could that be you?
About Me: I consider myself more on the masculine side, characterized by love, care, kindness, support, and sensitivity. Writing love letters is a favorite pastime of mine. I value compromise and commitment, and once I fall in love, my loyalty is unwavering.
Physical Description: I have hazel eyes, short dark blonde hair, and an average build. You can also find a picture of me in my profile, along with a heartfelt letter to my future boyfriend, whoever that may be.
Shared Activities: Imagine us making voice and video calls, watching movies, enjoying music together. If this sounds appealing and you fit the description I've given, don't hesitate to send a message. If you don't match what I'm looking for, I'd recommend against it to avoid wasting your time. Thanks, and I'm looking forward to connecting with you all in my DMs.
I'm determined to achieve that success story flair one day! Help me make it a reality!
2024.05.14 03:11 yesomgcool Need advice asap
Relationship what do i do
I know this is anonymous but still scared he will see lmao. I will explain situation, 21 M and 20 F
Basically i met this guy early 2022, freshman year of college in a class, i did not really feel much for him but we were project partners, i went on a date and did not feel anything and pushed him away (i am now realizing i think i really liked him but was scared as i had never been in a true relationship, just a toxic fwb from high school)
Summer came and i moved home and we snapped for the summer but that was it. As soon as fall sophomore year rolled around he was consistently hitting me up, wanting to hang and see me. I did and was excited, he treated me and my friends well (this era was the best he had ever treated me) However, his friends told mine i was mean and leading him on, which scared me again and i said no to going up north to a frat formal with him cause i was so nervous (and all i had done for experience was literally kiss atp, and i knew what was gonna happen up there)
We continued to kinda be just flirty friends and not cross any physical boundaries, we remained close and i went to a few date parties and spring 2023 i finally confessed, told him about my toxic past and how he is a good guy and i felt i owed him the truth. He said he had met someone and thought i did not want to take it further than friends which was totally fine and he wanted me as a friend if i wanted it which i said yes, as he wanted to see where it went with her and i felt i owed it to him. However he lessened communication (as expected) but he continued to snap and text me which i thought was odd while he dated her, never posted her.
I would respond if he texted but avoided seeing him out of respect (which i now realize as i have grown a little i should have cut all contact as it was not fair to them, which does make me an ass i do realize). But fall 2023 would still invite me to tailgates and never introduced us, I stopped going cause it was awkward and did not want to seem like i was intruding and it was obvious i liked him still. He would literally ignore her completely and would act like she did not exist when i showed up, i would not have even known that was his gf if i did not know what she looked like
Finally this past winter of my junior year he asked to see me (had not seen him in months) came over and told me he broke up with her after 5 months and he never saw it going anywhere. We caught up for hours, chatting and he wanted to do spring break and hang out more. Next day i went over to his place and we smoked and broke the friend boundary for the first time and made out. He acted like my bf for a week and told me he doesn’t want a relationship this fast out of an old one but potentially in the future not for a long time, which i said i understood
He lessened communication (i feel like it wasnt bad but i am anxiously attached but friends said it was bad) but we hung out still a little. A few weeks later we smoked and i got too high and he tried to escalate (i am a virgin) while i was tweaking and i rejected him and he left and distanced himself completely after that. We went up north he paid for dinner but it was awkward, not at all like before.
At the hotel he wanted to do shrooms, i rejected, then tried to get me to drink more even though i was drunk and kept saying that. He kept saying its motivational drinking and i should not be a pu***. He eventually was annoyed and gave up and We slept in the same bed cuddling but he never kissed me and rejected when i tried? I offered to get off of him but he pulled me in and held me until we woke up, very emotionally intimate. We got back and he said he told me no relationship and he sees us more as friends, and i apologized for blowing him off when i was high and explained i was inexperienced.
He continued to flirt and reach out a month following but never asked to see me and the month after that (april 2024, spring junior yr atp) basically cut all communication besides a snap here and there. He is nice and responds when i do but idk what to do. I am in love with him and everyone calls him an ass but I genuinely feel like he isnt. I just feel bad cause he was prob busy leading up to going up there and i made it awkward by overthinking.
But he did bring up his ex and how they were supposed to do spring break on way up which threw me off. I was also recently told he was a drinker in hs which makes me wonder. He always wants to involve substances when he hang out (even before as friends). Like i get he is more socially anxious but it bothers me, why after two yrs is he not comfortable with me?
Need opinions LOL sorry its so much ty to whoever read but i am inexperienced and cant shake the feeling its all my fault and i ruined it
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I know this is anonymous but still scared he will see lmao. I will explain situation, 21 M and 20 F
Basically i met this guy early 2022, freshman year of college in a class, i did not really feel much for him but we were project partners, i went on a date and did not feel anything and pushed him away (i am now realizing i think i really liked him but was scared as i had never been in a true relationship, just a toxic fwb from high school)
Summer came and i moved home and we snapped for the summer but that was it. As soon as fall sophomore year rolled around he was consistently hitting me up, wanting to hang and see me. I did and was excited, he treated me and my friends well (this era was the best he had ever treated me) However, his friends told mine i was mean and leading him on, which scared me again and i said no to going up north to a frat formal with him cause i was so nervous (and all i had done for experience was literally kiss atp, and i knew what was gonna happen up there)
We continued to kinda be just flirty friends and not cross any physical boundaries, we remained close and i went to a few date parties and spring 2023 i finally confessed, told him about my toxic past and how he is a good guy and i felt i owed him the truth. He said he had met someone and thought i did not want to take it further than friends which was totally fine and he wanted me as a friend if i wanted it which i said yes, as he wanted to see where it went with her and i felt i owed it to him. However he lessened communication (as expected) but he continued to snap and text me which i thought was odd while he dated her, never posted her.
I would respond if he texted but avoided seeing him out of respect (which i now realize as i have grown a little i should have cut all contact as it was not fair to them, which does make me an ass i do realize). But fall 2023 would still invite me to tailgates and never introduced us, I stopped going cause it was awkward and did not want to seem like i was intruding and it was obvious i liked him still. He would literally ignore her completely and would act like she did not exist when i showed up, i would not have even known that was his gf if i did not know what she looked like
Finally this past winter of my junior year he asked to see me (had not seen him in months) came over and told me he broke up with her after 5 months and he never saw it going anywhere. We caught up for hours, chatting and he wanted to do spring break and hang out more. Next day i went over to his place and we smoked and broke the friend boundary for the first time and made out. He acted like my bf for a week and told me he doesn’t want a relationship this fast out of an old one but potentially in the future not for a long time, which i said i understood
He lessened communication (i feel like it wasnt bad but i am anxiously attached but friends said it was bad) but we hung out still a little. A few weeks later we smoked and i got too high and he tried to escalate (i am a virgin) while i was tweaking and i rejected him and he left and distanced himself completely after that. We went up north he paid for dinner but it was awkward, not at all like before.
At the hotel he wanted to do shrooms, i rejected, then tried to get me to drink more even though i was drunk and kept saying that. He kept saying its motivational drinking and i should not be a pu***. He eventually was annoyed and gave up and We slept in the same bed cuddling but he never kissed me and rejected when i tried? I offered to get off of him but he pulled me in and held me until we woke up, very emotionally intimate. We got back and he said he told me no relationship and he sees us more as friends, and i apologized for blowing him off when i was high and explained i was inexperienced.
He continued to flirt and reach out a month following but never asked to see me and the month after that (april 2024, spring junior yr atp) basically cut all communication besides a snap here and there. He is nice and responds when i do but idk what to do. I am in love with him and everyone calls him an ass but I genuinely feel like he isnt. I just feel bad cause he was prob busy leading up to going up there and i made it awkward by overthinking.
But he did bring up his ex and how they were supposed to do spring break on way up which threw me off. I was also recently told he was a drinker in hs which makes me wonder. He always wants to involve substances when he hang out (even before as friends). Like i get he is more socially anxious but it bothers me, why after two yrs is he not comfortable with me?
Need opinions LOL sorry its so much ty to whoever read but i am inexperienced and cant shake the feeling its all my fault and i ruined it
2024.05.14 03:11 pun-in-punishment Roommates breathing all my plants air 🤢 FOR FREE
Hello reddit. I don’t usually use this website but my roommates told me to post on here in hopes that some outside perspectives will help us settle the situation. Hence the brand new account.
The 3 of us live in a 3/3 and split costs equally 3 ways, for the most part. I have a slightly bigger bedroom so I pay a bit more than my other 2 roommates in rent. However, at the moment, I feel like I’m putting more work into maintaining the environment that we all get to enjoy and that I should be compensated fairly for that.
I have over 100 different houseplants throughout the apartment, including shared spaces like the living room, that I spend hours every week and thousands of dollars caring for, purchasing, and maintaining. My roommates have commented on how pretty some of the plants are so I know they appreciate having them around as well. Obviously, the presence of these plants contributes to the cleanliness of the air that we breathe in our home. With so many plants in the house, our home air quality is obviously superior to those without houseplants, and with COVID and other air quality considerations it’s basically like having an in-house HEPA air purifier (but the plants are natural so they’re even better!).
Because I’ve put so much money and so many hours of work into these plants, I feel that my roommates should contribute to that financial burden by paying what we would call a “clean air fee”. Something reasonable like $25/month from each roommate would really help offset the costs of things like fertilizer, new pots, soil, etc. and the time I put into taking care of the plants. I think this is an incredibly fair agreement for my roommates, as they get the benefit of living in a house with organically clean air and not doing any of the work! They think I’m being unreasonable and selfish. I told them that I would be willing to compromise and not charge them the fee if they would hold their breath between the front door and going to their bedrooms (which isn’t even far, it’s not like we live in a HUGE apartment) so they aren’t breathing the plant-cleaned air that they aren’t paying for. They think that’s stupid but have yet to propose another reasonable compromise, so I think it’s pretty clear who is being unreasonable in this situation!
So basically that’s where we’re at. I’m the one who everyone gives rent money to and then I write a check to the landlord so if we don’t figure this out by the next time rent is due, it’s gonna be a problem. How can I get my roommates to see/understand my side of this?
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The 3 of us live in a 3/3 and split costs equally 3 ways, for the most part. I have a slightly bigger bedroom so I pay a bit more than my other 2 roommates in rent. However, at the moment, I feel like I’m putting more work into maintaining the environment that we all get to enjoy and that I should be compensated fairly for that.
I have over 100 different houseplants throughout the apartment, including shared spaces like the living room, that I spend hours every week and thousands of dollars caring for, purchasing, and maintaining. My roommates have commented on how pretty some of the plants are so I know they appreciate having them around as well. Obviously, the presence of these plants contributes to the cleanliness of the air that we breathe in our home. With so many plants in the house, our home air quality is obviously superior to those without houseplants, and with COVID and other air quality considerations it’s basically like having an in-house HEPA air purifier (but the plants are natural so they’re even better!).
Because I’ve put so much money and so many hours of work into these plants, I feel that my roommates should contribute to that financial burden by paying what we would call a “clean air fee”. Something reasonable like $25/month from each roommate would really help offset the costs of things like fertilizer, new pots, soil, etc. and the time I put into taking care of the plants. I think this is an incredibly fair agreement for my roommates, as they get the benefit of living in a house with organically clean air and not doing any of the work! They think I’m being unreasonable and selfish. I told them that I would be willing to compromise and not charge them the fee if they would hold their breath between the front door and going to their bedrooms (which isn’t even far, it’s not like we live in a HUGE apartment) so they aren’t breathing the plant-cleaned air that they aren’t paying for. They think that’s stupid but have yet to propose another reasonable compromise, so I think it’s pretty clear who is being unreasonable in this situation!
So basically that’s where we’re at. I’m the one who everyone gives rent money to and then I write a check to the landlord so if we don’t figure this out by the next time rent is due, it’s gonna be a problem. How can I get my roommates to see/understand my side of this?
2024.05.14 03:11 Variant_Screen 22 [M4F] Italy/India - Let Me Give You All My Love & Affection, and Treat You Like a Queen Just as You Are
There's one thing I've felt and realised that no matter how many friends we surround ourselves with in real life, there are moments when loneliness can still creep in and take hold. That's when this wonderful world of internet comes in handy, and I guess it's finally the time for me to give this a try.
I'm a 22 year old Indian guy who is currently pursuing his masters degree in Italy. And being in an entirely different country on my own sometimes takes me to that loneliness territory. I'm a 6'1" tall guy (if that matters to you) and I crave those funny & deep conversation that are something more than just being shallow. You know the conversation, where every text makes you more elevated, and you can't help but just cherish that wonderful moment. The conversation flows naturally, and you keep on talking to each other irrespective of the time that has passed.
Love is one of the most exquisite things in this world, and it can hold different meanings for different people. But love for me, is all about care and affection that you show to your partner, that rock-solid assurance that no matter what, you've always got their back. It's when you eagerly anticipate their texts and feel like the luckiest person once it pops on your screen, when their presence, whether online or in person, gives you the reason to start your day with a huge smile. And I've seen my own shares of ups and down in my love life, but that doesn't make me lose any hope, and hopefully I'll soon find my ONE.
A little more about me: I mostly spend my free time analyzing or studying the movies, shows or music. I appreciate this world of entertainment a lot because they are like my escape from this reality. So, if you're the same, then we can nerd over our favorite movies & music. I also like to write about stuff sometimes, mostly about entertainment or some story/thought that popped into my mind.
But recently, I have been reading a lot of true crime stories. So, if you have some recommendations or insights into this genre, then you better hit me up, I'm always open to know more about this.
What am I looking for: I'm looking for a like-minded lady who is around my age (20-24 years old) and shares my passion for meaningful conversations. I'm interested in getting to know someone who enjoys talking about their day, what have they been up to, their dreams, their ambition, basically everything they feel comfortable sharing. If you're looking for a partner who is genuine, respectful, and eager to build a meaningful connection, then let's start talking! We can begin with a conversation on Reddit and if we both feel comfortable enough, let's move to some other platform and see where this takes us.
What can you expect from me: You can expect a genuine and understanding guy who is truly interested in getting to know you. You can also expect a funny and deep conversation, I'm a good listener and enjoy hearing different perspectives, so feel free to share your thoughts and experiences with me.
I can be a bit flirty sometimes if I feel like we have a genuine connection, so I hope you wouldn't mind that. I believe that a little bit of banter and humor can go a long way in building a connection, so don't be surprised if I try to make you laugh or catch your attention with a cheesy joke or two. However, I also respect boundaries and will never push beyond what makes you feel comfortable.
I'm a private person, so I'm NOT much inclined towards sharing pictures right away. I like to make sure that we both have trust and confidence in each other, and once we have established that, then we can definitely exchange photos and more.
Oh damn, I've just realized that this has become a very long post, so if you've read this in its entirety, give yourself a pat on the back. Out of so many things you could have read in this time, you chose to read my paragraph, and I already appreciate you for that. So, if any of these loong lines makes sense to you, please message me, and let's have some great conversation. I'll be waiting, and I hope you have a wonderful day. You deserve that.
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I'm a 22 year old Indian guy who is currently pursuing his masters degree in Italy. And being in an entirely different country on my own sometimes takes me to that loneliness territory. I'm a 6'1" tall guy (if that matters to you) and I crave those funny & deep conversation that are something more than just being shallow. You know the conversation, where every text makes you more elevated, and you can't help but just cherish that wonderful moment. The conversation flows naturally, and you keep on talking to each other irrespective of the time that has passed.
Love is one of the most exquisite things in this world, and it can hold different meanings for different people. But love for me, is all about care and affection that you show to your partner, that rock-solid assurance that no matter what, you've always got their back. It's when you eagerly anticipate their texts and feel like the luckiest person once it pops on your screen, when their presence, whether online or in person, gives you the reason to start your day with a huge smile. And I've seen my own shares of ups and down in my love life, but that doesn't make me lose any hope, and hopefully I'll soon find my ONE.
A little more about me: I mostly spend my free time analyzing or studying the movies, shows or music. I appreciate this world of entertainment a lot because they are like my escape from this reality. So, if you're the same, then we can nerd over our favorite movies & music. I also like to write about stuff sometimes, mostly about entertainment or some story/thought that popped into my mind.
But recently, I have been reading a lot of true crime stories. So, if you have some recommendations or insights into this genre, then you better hit me up, I'm always open to know more about this.
What am I looking for: I'm looking for a like-minded lady who is around my age (20-24 years old) and shares my passion for meaningful conversations. I'm interested in getting to know someone who enjoys talking about their day, what have they been up to, their dreams, their ambition, basically everything they feel comfortable sharing. If you're looking for a partner who is genuine, respectful, and eager to build a meaningful connection, then let's start talking! We can begin with a conversation on Reddit and if we both feel comfortable enough, let's move to some other platform and see where this takes us.
What can you expect from me: You can expect a genuine and understanding guy who is truly interested in getting to know you. You can also expect a funny and deep conversation, I'm a good listener and enjoy hearing different perspectives, so feel free to share your thoughts and experiences with me.
I can be a bit flirty sometimes if I feel like we have a genuine connection, so I hope you wouldn't mind that. I believe that a little bit of banter and humor can go a long way in building a connection, so don't be surprised if I try to make you laugh or catch your attention with a cheesy joke or two. However, I also respect boundaries and will never push beyond what makes you feel comfortable.
I'm a private person, so I'm NOT much inclined towards sharing pictures right away. I like to make sure that we both have trust and confidence in each other, and once we have established that, then we can definitely exchange photos and more.
Oh damn, I've just realized that this has become a very long post, so if you've read this in its entirety, give yourself a pat on the back. Out of so many things you could have read in this time, you chose to read my paragraph, and I already appreciate you for that. So, if any of these loong lines makes sense to you, please message me, and let's have some great conversation. I'll be waiting, and I hope you have a wonderful day. You deserve that.
2024.05.14 03:09 CalyWitsune The Games That Scared Me Away
Long time lurker, first time redditoposter. I've been listening and reading a lot of these horror stories and figured it might be fun to share mine.
I haven't actually played a game of DnD or DnD adjacent since about 2020/2021, mostly because of what transpired during the games I actually did play before that. I love the concept, I love creating characters and stories and worlds, but I get a pit in my stomach when I actually try to play again.
I had my first opportunity to play DnD my freshman year of college. I dropped in on the campus tabletop club and I was quite anxious. I was the only girl in the room, everyone seemed to have known each other or clicked well, but I wanted to branch out of my comfort zone. The first night went well! We played a very quick heist one shot where we made a character with one flaw and one interesting trait. Through unfortunate rolls and circumstances, we had a TPK, but it was a fun time. I was invited afterwards to join a Pathfinder campaign that a few of the members were going to start up for the new semester, and so I scheduled a time to meet with the DM and create my first full fledged character.
Now, the DM was kind of eccentric, a little whack if you will but very excited to help me make my first character. I thought he was just goofy and really into the game. God I wish I picked up on all the red flags that would come.
He first asked me what kind of race I'd like to play as. I had always been drawn to tiefling characters because I liked the aesthetic. His eyes lit up at that for some reason. Then he asked what class I'd like; if I'd like to be primarily a support or tank or what have you. I didn't want to get overwhelmed in my first game and thought support might be nice. I could watch how combat worked while just keeping everyone going and buffed. I said let's try bard! The grin that crept up on his face...
He immediately started talking about how saucy that would be, how my character would be so flirty and fun. I expressed some discomfort in having my character immediately fall into the "h*rny bard" category I had seen meme'd on so much, but he laughed and waved it off by saying he "was a theater kid in high school! Everyone was super h*orny and making out backstage all the time. It just comes with the environment!" Being a new player, and wanting to fit in, I pushed down my discomfort and thought okay, I'll play her as a joke character I guess.
For awhile it was fine, I got to play her as a dancelyre player who was part of a traveling circus. Nothing weird was coming up the first few sessions. Most of the other PCs either joined together by taking quests from the town job board, or had ties built in to their backstory. My first red flag should have been that the DM, despite constantly raving about all his planning, was frequently skipping around the story. He would suddenly decide the plot point we were on wasn't interesting enough for some reason, and just throw us into another scenario. We left so many lose ends because he just didn't feel like finishing them, regardless of if we were engaging in it or not. But hey, he's the DM right? That's what I thought, he had the right to change it. I had no prior experience to see this was just bad DMing.
We ended up joining an archery competition as we were tempted by a mystery grand prize. At the sign up table, out of nowhere, the DMPC attending to registration suddenly starts flirting with my character. I got flustered in a negative way because this DM got very into character (giving me looks, leaning in as he spoke to me, the whole shebang). I panicked, all of a sudden being the focus of a room full of men seeing how I'd react to it. I again, stupidly, went along with it. I had her (nervously) flirt back lightly, and I was relieved it didn't go much further at that point. Skipping to the end of the archery competition, my bard ended up in the final two and sabotaged an assassination on the town's mayor mid competition. The party was invited to a celebratory dinner at the mayor's house afterwards, where we once again ran into the NPC that flirted with my character at registration. He invited her to bed, and again I got extremely uncomfortable and flustered. None of this was discussed beforehand, nor was I even asked if I was comfortable with such topics before joining the campaign. The guys at the table were egging me on, and I felt pressured to accept. With a few hoots and hollers, we had a fade to black scene (thank god). I went home feeling very icky, but convinced myself I was being a wimp. And the table had enjoyed my antics that night, so I should be grateful.
I had the thought between sessions to write in a childhood friends to lovers interest for my bard to try and avoid any more unexpected encounters like that again, thinking if the DM had another character to play as with some personal tie to my bard, that would make be feel better about the interactions. He was brought up once, where I milked the f*ck out of my character's attachment to him, hoping to drive home that this was juicy potential relationship to build over the campaign. He never came up again during that campaign. The DM also completely disregarded many of the notes I gave him detailing this love interest's personality, and took many 'creative liberties' with him, but not enough where I would decide to say something.
Another few sessions happened where we struggled through the DMs inconsistent storytelling and jumping around to whatever plot point had his interest at the moment. He was constantly putting us in fights we could not hope to win, way too challenging for our lvl. 1-3 party. We often sat around the table in disappointment and defeat as we got absolutely destroyed by monsters (no one being able to land hits for sometimes 3-4 rounds at a time because of how high the AC or CR was), while the DM laughed and basked in the dreary nature of the table. He would usually eventually fudge rolls to give us an out when we were close to TPKs. He even gave us a deck of many things and insisted our PCs "felt compelled" to pull cards despite the players disagreeing they that wanted to. He attempted to force my character to drastically change her alignment to an evil one for shits and giggles because of one card pull (later allowed me to ignore it because I didn't even WANT to use the deck), and got three of us killed by having them pull a card that summoned the highest CR monster you could use.
One night he texts the group chat that he decided he's done running that story, and wants to run another one shot instead. We had one last session to "close" that first campaign and discuss the one shot options. During our meeting, he gleefully admitted to me that he had planned for my bard to get PREGNANT in that one night stand with the NPC from the archery competition. Not only did he plan to do that without my consent or knowledge, he had planned for it to be a HAG baby that would have entirely f*cked my PC up (he explained it as the man having been a witch in disguise or something?? And said that's how hags are made? Which to my knowledge is entirely incorrect. Maybe it was a homebrew rule, but regardless, I was mortified. And now very grateful he lost interest in that campaign).
Moving on to the one shot, another player decided to try DMing, and so the Problem DM had a chance to be a PC, yay! He privately messaged me and asked if I'd be interested in connecting our characters and their backstories. I said yes and we got to work. We spent a few nights discussing their dynamic and I was really excited to go into this game. Well, come the night of the session, we were going around the table introducing our characters. The Problem DM went before me, and introduced an entirely different character than the one we discussed, and one that would often almost kill us during the one shot (to which the guy would cackle and mock us for getting upset each time). I asked him what happened to our plan, and he said earlier that day he decided he wanted to do something different. I sighed and let it go, because at least it was just a one shot and my character could still function without his connection to the other PC. Another one shot where the Problem DM got to be a PC, he seemed to make it his goal to be the biggest asshole to everyone else's character. My PC was an archaeologist, and when she excitedly discovered some old pottery in a dungeon, he had his PC run up and smash everything and laugh in her face.
The next campaign we tried that had issues was a Starfinder campaign. Our party was considered its own crew for a space ship, plus one DMPC that was placed into the mix supposedly to help us if we fell short, since we were all unfamiliar with Starfinder and spaceship battle mechanics. She was honestly a really cool character! And we had one or two sessions to establish the story and how the crew interacted. Now, this was my mistake, not taking any of the other creepy habits of the DM into consideration, but I offhandedly mentioned to the table at large that my PC (a woman) might be developing a crush on this DMPC (also a woman). They had gone through a lot together in-game at that point and it felt natural. The next session, you'll never guess, the DMPC started flirting hard core with my character. I was confused and asked the DM what that was about, as we had never had any interactions between those two that would be read as romantic. Even if I mentioned my character was crushing, she had never let it on, and the DMPC had never indicated she felt a similar pull as well. The DM didn't really have an explanation, just that apparently in-universe, the DMPC had been flirting more and more with my character since their last adventure together alone. I thought, okay, I guess...
Honestly? What transpired would have been an insanely cool plot twist if we had had the time to actually roleplay and develop the relationship between my character and the DMPC, as well as the crew at large and the DMPC. She ended up being part of a cult that wanted to steal an artifact we had acquired. She was apparently trying to 'romance' my PC because my PC was the one who often guarded the artifact, and needed her to let her guard down. It would have been a super impactful betrayal, but it was literally only a handful of sessions between the first meeting, and the plot twist. We just had to trust the DMs word that we had all gotten super attached to her between actual session meetings and we all should feel like we were stabbed in the back by this trusted individual. And I especially should feel heartbroken because she never really was interested in me anyway.
Later on down the line, despite some very interesting story points, it got creepy again. Our PCs ended up being sucked into a death game show, and isolated from the outside world while being broadcast to universal TV stations. At some point we were all given access to the internet after a few weeks in isolation to search up anything we wanted. Everyone searched up their names among other things. The DM described us finding our newly formed fanbases. He described the other PCs fanbases (men played by men) as having hot debates on their intelligence and decisions during the show, or bets on if they'd be the last ones standing; that sort of stuff. He described my fanbase as leering creeps saying the most unhinged things about what they wanted my PC to do to them s*xually, as well as some spreading photos of my PC without her face covering (she was a Kasatha, which canonically keep their mouths covered. But she had been forced to remove it briefly when it almost waterboarded her after she fell into a river).
Eventually, we weren't able to meet consistently enough to warrant running campaigns anymore, and I fell out of touch with all involved. Oh, we also lost a player at some point right after he confessed to me and I declined his interest.
I went another year not playing before another friend group of mine invited me to play as a guest character. I thought this would be a nice way to ease back into the game slowly after my horrid experiences before. Rather than make an entirely new character for one or two sessions, I brought back my tiefling bard because I still really liked her character, and had started to reshape her personality without being pressured to have her be a s*xual chess piece. The new DM dropped my character in a labyrinth their current party had been trapped in for awhile. I was made to be a level or two higher and be an ally they encountered to help them escape. We did, it was fun! But I was only there as a guest, and had only planned my character to be in one to two sessions before leaving. I was consistently mentioning to the party that my PC would be leaving as soon as they get to her major city, but either they didn't think I was serious or didn't remember. I may have been convinced to come on full time, but unfortunately, history repeats itself. We got to a session where the party got to a tavern and drowned their sorrows and nursed their labyrinth bruises with beer, and the idea of a threesome was thrown in the air between my PC and two others. Now, half of this group were dating someone else in the group, and seemed very comfortable roleplaying casual s*x between their PCs because of it. They started a damn chant pressuring me to say yes, already trying to roleplay it, and I felt sick. I was too anxious at the idea of saying no with how aggressive everyone was for me to agree, so I tried to "roll for yes or no" as an out; the dice failed me, and it rolled a number assigned to yes. I was very quiet the rest of the session, and afterwards messaged the DM that I want my character to leave at the beginning of the next session.
The DM then tried to convince me to stay, despite me saying a clear no multiple times within the same conversation. They begged me to stay saying the party loved my PC a lot, and they would hate to lose me. When they finally relented, they then tried to smoothly transition to talk of making me a new character so I could permanently stay with the party, without compromising my bards story and decision. I kind of got on their case about that, and told them to stop pressuring me and I did not want to play with that group anymore. Eventually, they gave up, but not without some low key guilt tripping.
I tried playing with one more group after this, and while it didn't get creepy, it was also a disappointment as none of the players seemed to care besides me and the DM, despite everyone having encouraged starting the game because they wanted to learn how to play for the first time. Players slowly started ghosting us, drama happened between two players that joined just to have an excuse to talk and try and date (which ended up very messy and they both left), and the new players would get angry at me or the DM if they got confused with the rules or combat dynamics (the wizard rushed ahead of me, the tank barbarian, and then acted like it was my fault when they nearly got killed in the first round because "the tank is supposed to protect the damage dealers").
The DM and I stayed in contact after all the other players ghosted the chat, and ended up bringing over some other new players who had also played before, and re hauled the campaign. This one had so much promise...then quarantine hit, and we couldn't keep up with regular meetings.
At this point, with all my games ending with creeps, messy player dynamics or falling through, I decided maybe these kinds of games weren't for me.
I have new friends now inviting me to play, who have very functional groups (experienced professional DMs, closeknit friend groups, long-running campaigns), but I am too wary to accept any more offers for games, despite deep down really wanting to try again and be part of something I know can be amazing. Maybe I will one day, but until then, I just have these horror stories to think about.
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I haven't actually played a game of DnD or DnD adjacent since about 2020/2021, mostly because of what transpired during the games I actually did play before that. I love the concept, I love creating characters and stories and worlds, but I get a pit in my stomach when I actually try to play again.
I had my first opportunity to play DnD my freshman year of college. I dropped in on the campus tabletop club and I was quite anxious. I was the only girl in the room, everyone seemed to have known each other or clicked well, but I wanted to branch out of my comfort zone. The first night went well! We played a very quick heist one shot where we made a character with one flaw and one interesting trait. Through unfortunate rolls and circumstances, we had a TPK, but it was a fun time. I was invited afterwards to join a Pathfinder campaign that a few of the members were going to start up for the new semester, and so I scheduled a time to meet with the DM and create my first full fledged character.
Now, the DM was kind of eccentric, a little whack if you will but very excited to help me make my first character. I thought he was just goofy and really into the game. God I wish I picked up on all the red flags that would come.
He first asked me what kind of race I'd like to play as. I had always been drawn to tiefling characters because I liked the aesthetic. His eyes lit up at that for some reason. Then he asked what class I'd like; if I'd like to be primarily a support or tank or what have you. I didn't want to get overwhelmed in my first game and thought support might be nice. I could watch how combat worked while just keeping everyone going and buffed. I said let's try bard! The grin that crept up on his face...
He immediately started talking about how saucy that would be, how my character would be so flirty and fun. I expressed some discomfort in having my character immediately fall into the "h*rny bard" category I had seen meme'd on so much, but he laughed and waved it off by saying he "was a theater kid in high school! Everyone was super h*orny and making out backstage all the time. It just comes with the environment!" Being a new player, and wanting to fit in, I pushed down my discomfort and thought okay, I'll play her as a joke character I guess.
For awhile it was fine, I got to play her as a dancelyre player who was part of a traveling circus. Nothing weird was coming up the first few sessions. Most of the other PCs either joined together by taking quests from the town job board, or had ties built in to their backstory. My first red flag should have been that the DM, despite constantly raving about all his planning, was frequently skipping around the story. He would suddenly decide the plot point we were on wasn't interesting enough for some reason, and just throw us into another scenario. We left so many lose ends because he just didn't feel like finishing them, regardless of if we were engaging in it or not. But hey, he's the DM right? That's what I thought, he had the right to change it. I had no prior experience to see this was just bad DMing.
We ended up joining an archery competition as we were tempted by a mystery grand prize. At the sign up table, out of nowhere, the DMPC attending to registration suddenly starts flirting with my character. I got flustered in a negative way because this DM got very into character (giving me looks, leaning in as he spoke to me, the whole shebang). I panicked, all of a sudden being the focus of a room full of men seeing how I'd react to it. I again, stupidly, went along with it. I had her (nervously) flirt back lightly, and I was relieved it didn't go much further at that point. Skipping to the end of the archery competition, my bard ended up in the final two and sabotaged an assassination on the town's mayor mid competition. The party was invited to a celebratory dinner at the mayor's house afterwards, where we once again ran into the NPC that flirted with my character at registration. He invited her to bed, and again I got extremely uncomfortable and flustered. None of this was discussed beforehand, nor was I even asked if I was comfortable with such topics before joining the campaign. The guys at the table were egging me on, and I felt pressured to accept. With a few hoots and hollers, we had a fade to black scene (thank god). I went home feeling very icky, but convinced myself I was being a wimp. And the table had enjoyed my antics that night, so I should be grateful.
I had the thought between sessions to write in a childhood friends to lovers interest for my bard to try and avoid any more unexpected encounters like that again, thinking if the DM had another character to play as with some personal tie to my bard, that would make be feel better about the interactions. He was brought up once, where I milked the f*ck out of my character's attachment to him, hoping to drive home that this was juicy potential relationship to build over the campaign. He never came up again during that campaign. The DM also completely disregarded many of the notes I gave him detailing this love interest's personality, and took many 'creative liberties' with him, but not enough where I would decide to say something.
Another few sessions happened where we struggled through the DMs inconsistent storytelling and jumping around to whatever plot point had his interest at the moment. He was constantly putting us in fights we could not hope to win, way too challenging for our lvl. 1-3 party. We often sat around the table in disappointment and defeat as we got absolutely destroyed by monsters (no one being able to land hits for sometimes 3-4 rounds at a time because of how high the AC or CR was), while the DM laughed and basked in the dreary nature of the table. He would usually eventually fudge rolls to give us an out when we were close to TPKs. He even gave us a deck of many things and insisted our PCs "felt compelled" to pull cards despite the players disagreeing they that wanted to. He attempted to force my character to drastically change her alignment to an evil one for shits and giggles because of one card pull (later allowed me to ignore it because I didn't even WANT to use the deck), and got three of us killed by having them pull a card that summoned the highest CR monster you could use.
One night he texts the group chat that he decided he's done running that story, and wants to run another one shot instead. We had one last session to "close" that first campaign and discuss the one shot options. During our meeting, he gleefully admitted to me that he had planned for my bard to get PREGNANT in that one night stand with the NPC from the archery competition. Not only did he plan to do that without my consent or knowledge, he had planned for it to be a HAG baby that would have entirely f*cked my PC up (he explained it as the man having been a witch in disguise or something?? And said that's how hags are made? Which to my knowledge is entirely incorrect. Maybe it was a homebrew rule, but regardless, I was mortified. And now very grateful he lost interest in that campaign).
Moving on to the one shot, another player decided to try DMing, and so the Problem DM had a chance to be a PC, yay! He privately messaged me and asked if I'd be interested in connecting our characters and their backstories. I said yes and we got to work. We spent a few nights discussing their dynamic and I was really excited to go into this game. Well, come the night of the session, we were going around the table introducing our characters. The Problem DM went before me, and introduced an entirely different character than the one we discussed, and one that would often almost kill us during the one shot (to which the guy would cackle and mock us for getting upset each time). I asked him what happened to our plan, and he said earlier that day he decided he wanted to do something different. I sighed and let it go, because at least it was just a one shot and my character could still function without his connection to the other PC. Another one shot where the Problem DM got to be a PC, he seemed to make it his goal to be the biggest asshole to everyone else's character. My PC was an archaeologist, and when she excitedly discovered some old pottery in a dungeon, he had his PC run up and smash everything and laugh in her face.
The next campaign we tried that had issues was a Starfinder campaign. Our party was considered its own crew for a space ship, plus one DMPC that was placed into the mix supposedly to help us if we fell short, since we were all unfamiliar with Starfinder and spaceship battle mechanics. She was honestly a really cool character! And we had one or two sessions to establish the story and how the crew interacted. Now, this was my mistake, not taking any of the other creepy habits of the DM into consideration, but I offhandedly mentioned to the table at large that my PC (a woman) might be developing a crush on this DMPC (also a woman). They had gone through a lot together in-game at that point and it felt natural. The next session, you'll never guess, the DMPC started flirting hard core with my character. I was confused and asked the DM what that was about, as we had never had any interactions between those two that would be read as romantic. Even if I mentioned my character was crushing, she had never let it on, and the DMPC had never indicated she felt a similar pull as well. The DM didn't really have an explanation, just that apparently in-universe, the DMPC had been flirting more and more with my character since their last adventure together alone. I thought, okay, I guess...
Honestly? What transpired would have been an insanely cool plot twist if we had had the time to actually roleplay and develop the relationship between my character and the DMPC, as well as the crew at large and the DMPC. She ended up being part of a cult that wanted to steal an artifact we had acquired. She was apparently trying to 'romance' my PC because my PC was the one who often guarded the artifact, and needed her to let her guard down. It would have been a super impactful betrayal, but it was literally only a handful of sessions between the first meeting, and the plot twist. We just had to trust the DMs word that we had all gotten super attached to her between actual session meetings and we all should feel like we were stabbed in the back by this trusted individual. And I especially should feel heartbroken because she never really was interested in me anyway.
Later on down the line, despite some very interesting story points, it got creepy again. Our PCs ended up being sucked into a death game show, and isolated from the outside world while being broadcast to universal TV stations. At some point we were all given access to the internet after a few weeks in isolation to search up anything we wanted. Everyone searched up their names among other things. The DM described us finding our newly formed fanbases. He described the other PCs fanbases (men played by men) as having hot debates on their intelligence and decisions during the show, or bets on if they'd be the last ones standing; that sort of stuff. He described my fanbase as leering creeps saying the most unhinged things about what they wanted my PC to do to them s*xually, as well as some spreading photos of my PC without her face covering (she was a Kasatha, which canonically keep their mouths covered. But she had been forced to remove it briefly when it almost waterboarded her after she fell into a river).
Eventually, we weren't able to meet consistently enough to warrant running campaigns anymore, and I fell out of touch with all involved. Oh, we also lost a player at some point right after he confessed to me and I declined his interest.
I went another year not playing before another friend group of mine invited me to play as a guest character. I thought this would be a nice way to ease back into the game slowly after my horrid experiences before. Rather than make an entirely new character for one or two sessions, I brought back my tiefling bard because I still really liked her character, and had started to reshape her personality without being pressured to have her be a s*xual chess piece. The new DM dropped my character in a labyrinth their current party had been trapped in for awhile. I was made to be a level or two higher and be an ally they encountered to help them escape. We did, it was fun! But I was only there as a guest, and had only planned my character to be in one to two sessions before leaving. I was consistently mentioning to the party that my PC would be leaving as soon as they get to her major city, but either they didn't think I was serious or didn't remember. I may have been convinced to come on full time, but unfortunately, history repeats itself. We got to a session where the party got to a tavern and drowned their sorrows and nursed their labyrinth bruises with beer, and the idea of a threesome was thrown in the air between my PC and two others. Now, half of this group were dating someone else in the group, and seemed very comfortable roleplaying casual s*x between their PCs because of it. They started a damn chant pressuring me to say yes, already trying to roleplay it, and I felt sick. I was too anxious at the idea of saying no with how aggressive everyone was for me to agree, so I tried to "roll for yes or no" as an out; the dice failed me, and it rolled a number assigned to yes. I was very quiet the rest of the session, and afterwards messaged the DM that I want my character to leave at the beginning of the next session.
The DM then tried to convince me to stay, despite me saying a clear no multiple times within the same conversation. They begged me to stay saying the party loved my PC a lot, and they would hate to lose me. When they finally relented, they then tried to smoothly transition to talk of making me a new character so I could permanently stay with the party, without compromising my bards story and decision. I kind of got on their case about that, and told them to stop pressuring me and I did not want to play with that group anymore. Eventually, they gave up, but not without some low key guilt tripping.
I tried playing with one more group after this, and while it didn't get creepy, it was also a disappointment as none of the players seemed to care besides me and the DM, despite everyone having encouraged starting the game because they wanted to learn how to play for the first time. Players slowly started ghosting us, drama happened between two players that joined just to have an excuse to talk and try and date (which ended up very messy and they both left), and the new players would get angry at me or the DM if they got confused with the rules or combat dynamics (the wizard rushed ahead of me, the tank barbarian, and then acted like it was my fault when they nearly got killed in the first round because "the tank is supposed to protect the damage dealers").
The DM and I stayed in contact after all the other players ghosted the chat, and ended up bringing over some other new players who had also played before, and re hauled the campaign. This one had so much promise...then quarantine hit, and we couldn't keep up with regular meetings.
At this point, with all my games ending with creeps, messy player dynamics or falling through, I decided maybe these kinds of games weren't for me.
I have new friends now inviting me to play, who have very functional groups (experienced professional DMs, closeknit friend groups, long-running campaigns), but I am too wary to accept any more offers for games, despite deep down really wanting to try again and be part of something I know can be amazing. Maybe I will one day, but until then, I just have these horror stories to think about.
2024.05.14 03:08 somedaysunderthesun Fated to pretend
You kept asking me to move on. You told me it could never be like that again. I was trying to learn to be your friend because you didn't seem to want me. You showed me more than that but by then I had already been screamed at, every week, for not letting you go. Worse than screamed at.
I trembled at each next word just hoping for the ones that told me how you loved me. I saw your hope and wanted to change my life.
If you really want to know how much I loved you, how I struggled to love you, how shattered I was losing you and then being attacked for feeling for you, for staying in touch with you, you already know who to ask.
I would never have tortured myself like this. I wouldn't have endured what I did. I wouldn't have listened to your music or read your poetry. I've read so much and more than I would admit I truly believe is you, you've shown yourself to me again and again.
You'd want me to show my feelings, be there, but when I am I'm doing something wrong. I feel it in the shame at home, I hear it in the echoes of anon redditors that aren't you, I read how it's all turned to ash and it's over.
It wasn't pretend. But if you feel like that, if I made you feel like that, then there doesn't seem to be much difference. Should I insist it wasn't my fault if it can't be believed? Can I tell you about the things that brought me to my knees?
I spoiled it all by being too blindingly obvious, essentially not anon, and writing tacky fanfiction. Then I got threats, like someone was bumping at my chest and I chose not to get in any mind of flame war with them over you, like gazelle fighting over a fawn only where they all have blindfolds on.
I followed, I read, I cried, I was attacked for crying, I was threatened for not letting go, I was made to believe there was nothing I could do. I also chose the only path I could see that didn't lead to suffering, for anyone but me.
Maybe we wouldn't have worked or got along. Maybe you wouldn't have liked what I like and maybe you would have really hated me, I don't know. I know I would have done anything for you, I would have followed your every whim and command if you had done. I would do anything but take a life. Anything but that. I can't expect you to believe it but it was the truth.
Now I don't have many feelings, extreme or otherwise. I've stared into begging eyes hoping they were enough and crushed them with my pained and longing tears. I walked up to the altar and fled at the last second. I've defied spiritual signs the size of hurricanes that told me to let you go.
But you don't know and thank god you might never know just how destroyed I was. I felt like I was in the backseat of my own life. In the trunk. I didn't pretend those tears, the dry-heaves, the crisis, the endless grieving. You didn't pretend your own tears.
It's not like this because either of us loved someone else. It's because I messed up and hurt you like a freaked out horse. It's because I was called to sacrifice my time to fistfight the reaper in little ways every day.
Thank you letters for letting spill my brain. Please don't take reddit too seriously, I'm not out to find anyone here.
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I trembled at each next word just hoping for the ones that told me how you loved me. I saw your hope and wanted to change my life.
If you really want to know how much I loved you, how I struggled to love you, how shattered I was losing you and then being attacked for feeling for you, for staying in touch with you, you already know who to ask.
I would never have tortured myself like this. I wouldn't have endured what I did. I wouldn't have listened to your music or read your poetry. I've read so much and more than I would admit I truly believe is you, you've shown yourself to me again and again.
You'd want me to show my feelings, be there, but when I am I'm doing something wrong. I feel it in the shame at home, I hear it in the echoes of anon redditors that aren't you, I read how it's all turned to ash and it's over.
It wasn't pretend. But if you feel like that, if I made you feel like that, then there doesn't seem to be much difference. Should I insist it wasn't my fault if it can't be believed? Can I tell you about the things that brought me to my knees?
I spoiled it all by being too blindingly obvious, essentially not anon, and writing tacky fanfiction. Then I got threats, like someone was bumping at my chest and I chose not to get in any mind of flame war with them over you, like gazelle fighting over a fawn only where they all have blindfolds on.
I followed, I read, I cried, I was attacked for crying, I was threatened for not letting go, I was made to believe there was nothing I could do. I also chose the only path I could see that didn't lead to suffering, for anyone but me.
Maybe we wouldn't have worked or got along. Maybe you wouldn't have liked what I like and maybe you would have really hated me, I don't know. I know I would have done anything for you, I would have followed your every whim and command if you had done. I would do anything but take a life. Anything but that. I can't expect you to believe it but it was the truth.
Now I don't have many feelings, extreme or otherwise. I've stared into begging eyes hoping they were enough and crushed them with my pained and longing tears. I walked up to the altar and fled at the last second. I've defied spiritual signs the size of hurricanes that told me to let you go.
But you don't know and thank god you might never know just how destroyed I was. I felt like I was in the backseat of my own life. In the trunk. I didn't pretend those tears, the dry-heaves, the crisis, the endless grieving. You didn't pretend your own tears.
It's not like this because either of us loved someone else. It's because I messed up and hurt you like a freaked out horse. It's because I was called to sacrifice my time to fistfight the reaper in little ways every day.
Thank you letters for letting spill my brain. Please don't take reddit too seriously, I'm not out to find anyone here.
2024.05.14 03:08 fryfart new to target…
hello! i just started my first day at target today. they went over dress code with us at orientation, and we were told that as long as the top layer was red- it was acceptable dress code. im just wondering if anyone knows whether or not it would be acceptable to wear something like a hoodie, or jacket that wasn’t completely red, but had red writing on it? for example i have a grey hoodie but all of the writing on it is red, so would this be considered “dress code”? i wore a plain red T-shirt my first day and was absolutely miserable because i was freezing all day lol. i don’t have any plain red jackets or hoodies- hence my question about the hoodie from before. thanks!
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2024.05.14 03:04 Ant-man2601 23[M4A] USA/Anywhere want to meet new people and see where it goes!
Hello I'm looking for a friend and if it goes somewhere else I'll go with it haha. I'm a 5'00" Latino male with black hair, brown eyes, and average body. I'm short and I get that it's not everyone's thing haha I'm from Texas and I'm in the US Army as a photojournalist and article writer In my spare time I enjoy playing video games, watching TV, photography, and writing. I love all kinds of music and get along pretty well with almost everyone. If you have any questions about me or would like to talk feel free to message me :)
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2024.05.14 03:02 Puzzleheaded_Crow_73 How do I (17M) convince my mother (47F) to attend family therapy with me?
Hello! I have been having alot of issues with my mother in the past few weeks and I have no idea how to fix them besides family therapy, but my mother refuses to go.
So for some background for how all this started. Recently during spring break my family (plus cousin, aunt and uncle) went on a trip to LA, and on that trip my uncle took my sweater and put it on without asking for permission from me. Now I told my mother how I found this odd that he did it without asking. She asked if I had an issue with it, which I said I did. I told her this in confidence, and in no way directly told my uncle I wanted him to take it off, and later when he asked if it was fine I said yes because I was fine with him wearing my sweater, just kinda wish he asked. And also on this trip my mother tried to grab my arm but I pulled away because I don’t like being touched and grabbed.
Anyways, a few weeks ago my brother and I went to get me a vinyl player (for Eid + had some vinyls that I couldn’t play without it). On that day my brother as a passing comment told my mom he wanted to start saving more money and this would be the last big purchase in a while, as he had spent thousands helping fun the LA trip plus my extended family spending time with us.
My mother absolutely blew up, started crying and was a whole mess saying my brother was just like our father (he is very stingy with money). I came in to defend my brother cause I thought it was totally normal, he just wanted to save and not spend as much as he has beforehand. And she then blew up on me, saying I was also just like my dad, that I was rude and extremely selfish for not letting her brother (my uncle) wear my sweater.
And it just devolved from there, she said I was super rude and an awful son, that she was scared of me hitting her (unjustified mind you I have never harmed anyone before), she said I was super unloving because I didn’t want her to hold my arm, and when I explained I didn’t like being touched she said and I quote “I don’t like being touched either, never touch me again, when I die don’t carry my casket to the grave because I don’t want you to touch me.” She also said to not consider her a mother anymore. I told her we needed to go to therapy because this isn’t normal or at all healthy and she refused then to go.
Anyways fast forward to today, and I didn’t get her anything for Mother’s Day. My brother did and I told him to only write his name on the card because I wasn’t going to do anything until I got an apology for all the stuff she said and an agreement to go to therapy. This lead to another argument where she said my message is loud and clear and I’ve gotten my revenge. I told her it wasn’t revenge I just was listening to her as she said she doesn’t want to by my mother anymore. I once again reaffirmed to her that I wouldn’t be willing to do any of this stuff until she apologized and went to therapy and once again she refused to go.
So at this point I feel as if im stuck, she refuses to go to therapy and won’t apologize, and is insistent on anything to help fix the relationship. What should I do? How do I convince her we should go to therapy? Any advice would be helpful!
TLDR: Mom and I got into a few arguments and I want to go to therapy but she refuses to do so.
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So for some background for how all this started. Recently during spring break my family (plus cousin, aunt and uncle) went on a trip to LA, and on that trip my uncle took my sweater and put it on without asking for permission from me. Now I told my mother how I found this odd that he did it without asking. She asked if I had an issue with it, which I said I did. I told her this in confidence, and in no way directly told my uncle I wanted him to take it off, and later when he asked if it was fine I said yes because I was fine with him wearing my sweater, just kinda wish he asked. And also on this trip my mother tried to grab my arm but I pulled away because I don’t like being touched and grabbed.
Anyways, a few weeks ago my brother and I went to get me a vinyl player (for Eid + had some vinyls that I couldn’t play without it). On that day my brother as a passing comment told my mom he wanted to start saving more money and this would be the last big purchase in a while, as he had spent thousands helping fun the LA trip plus my extended family spending time with us.
My mother absolutely blew up, started crying and was a whole mess saying my brother was just like our father (he is very stingy with money). I came in to defend my brother cause I thought it was totally normal, he just wanted to save and not spend as much as he has beforehand. And she then blew up on me, saying I was also just like my dad, that I was rude and extremely selfish for not letting her brother (my uncle) wear my sweater.
And it just devolved from there, she said I was super rude and an awful son, that she was scared of me hitting her (unjustified mind you I have never harmed anyone before), she said I was super unloving because I didn’t want her to hold my arm, and when I explained I didn’t like being touched she said and I quote “I don’t like being touched either, never touch me again, when I die don’t carry my casket to the grave because I don’t want you to touch me.” She also said to not consider her a mother anymore. I told her we needed to go to therapy because this isn’t normal or at all healthy and she refused then to go.
Anyways fast forward to today, and I didn’t get her anything for Mother’s Day. My brother did and I told him to only write his name on the card because I wasn’t going to do anything until I got an apology for all the stuff she said and an agreement to go to therapy. This lead to another argument where she said my message is loud and clear and I’ve gotten my revenge. I told her it wasn’t revenge I just was listening to her as she said she doesn’t want to by my mother anymore. I once again reaffirmed to her that I wouldn’t be willing to do any of this stuff until she apologized and went to therapy and once again she refused to go.
So at this point I feel as if im stuck, she refuses to go to therapy and won’t apologize, and is insistent on anything to help fix the relationship. What should I do? How do I convince her we should go to therapy? Any advice would be helpful!
TLDR: Mom and I got into a few arguments and I want to go to therapy but she refuses to do so.
2024.05.14 02:59 DontBotherReadingIt I wanna cry...
I was sitting for German as a foreign language this June, but I didn't care about it basically the entire year because I had a terrible teacher, if you would call her one. One month, before the exam I realised I had too much to memorise. So, I decided to just memorise a small amount to focus on the other subjects and resit next year. I however totally neglected the speaking questions which you have to start memorising at least one month before the exam.
The listening exam comes around and we were only 4 sitting in that centre. Here is where it gets interesting. The audio starts muffling for 10 seconds, so the invigilator simply decides to let the 4 of us at the end of the exam copy answers from each other to compensate for the marks lost during that part (although we heard it again in second time) and I probably aced the exam.
Now the reading& writing exam comes around and the reading was surprisingly easy. The answers were smoothly falling into place, aside from a couple questions. And it only got better from there. I got quite literally the two easiest writing I could've asked for, family and pocket money, because I'd studied them last year.
It felt like I got pocket aces twice in a row. I easily got to 95%+ in these two papers. Way above the roughly 75% threshold. But now comes the speaking exam. At that point, all I'd to do was to get higher than 50%, but I unfortunately had one single day (from the writing exam), but I'd like 150 questions each around 100 words. It just felt terrible. There was no way on god's green earth I could've memorise all of that in one day. I decided to try memorising the picture question and read a bit of german to improvise the other questions and I actually felt like I could do it.
The day of the exam comes around and oh boy did I fuck it up. My brain froze and I barely said anything in the photo description and it wasn't any better in the other questions. I got 15% at best in that paper which would get me a 6/7.
I really needed that 9 and I now have to sit again next year. I got a glimmer of hope, but it inevitably faded away. I know I don't even deserve a 6 let alone a 9, but I could've easily gotten away with it, if I had more time between the exams. The way it played out fucked up my emotions. The day before the speaking exam was definitely the most stressful I've ever had. Ich bin sehr traurig.
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The listening exam comes around and we were only 4 sitting in that centre. Here is where it gets interesting. The audio starts muffling for 10 seconds, so the invigilator simply decides to let the 4 of us at the end of the exam copy answers from each other to compensate for the marks lost during that part (although we heard it again in second time) and I probably aced the exam.
Now the reading& writing exam comes around and the reading was surprisingly easy. The answers were smoothly falling into place, aside from a couple questions. And it only got better from there. I got quite literally the two easiest writing I could've asked for, family and pocket money, because I'd studied them last year.
It felt like I got pocket aces twice in a row. I easily got to 95%+ in these two papers. Way above the roughly 75% threshold. But now comes the speaking exam. At that point, all I'd to do was to get higher than 50%, but I unfortunately had one single day (from the writing exam), but I'd like 150 questions each around 100 words. It just felt terrible. There was no way on god's green earth I could've memorise all of that in one day. I decided to try memorising the picture question and read a bit of german to improvise the other questions and I actually felt like I could do it.
The day of the exam comes around and oh boy did I fuck it up. My brain froze and I barely said anything in the photo description and it wasn't any better in the other questions. I got 15% at best in that paper which would get me a 6/7.
I really needed that 9 and I now have to sit again next year. I got a glimmer of hope, but it inevitably faded away. I know I don't even deserve a 6 let alone a 9, but I could've easily gotten away with it, if I had more time between the exams. The way it played out fucked up my emotions. The day before the speaking exam was definitely the most stressful I've ever had. Ich bin sehr traurig.
2024.05.14 02:59 InTheSkyCity 5/11/24: You’re actually cooked if people dance to a diss about you in a wedding reception. / “Tryna strike a chord and it’s probably A-Minorrrrrrrr.”
“Psst, I see dead people.”
I was already awake by 6 AM, going to sleep early cause of being high does that to you.
Okay, I’m starting to remember now, I knocked out in the middle of the third quarter in Game 3 between the Timberwolves and Nuggets. Admittedly, I was already high as hell while watching, but could you blame me? What an awful performance last night, I was already losing hope by the end of the first half. I’m looking at these stats and I’m wondering how Mike Conley even managed to get more rebounds than Rudy. They didn’t have their head in the game
Honestly thought that today was a Sunday until around 12 PM. It’s easier to think that when you were smoking all morning. I hardly ever smoke earlier in the day, once I start sobering up, it starts leaving me kinda hazy. Thankfully, I was coming off of that as I was heading to work.
I clocked in at 4 PM, didn’t have anything too crazy for work today. It was a wedding reception for 50, wasn’t a really huge one, but hey, it all pays the same.
The only specific instructions that I was given is that I place the food out at a specific time span. I thought it was a stupid idea since it would mean that people wont have anything to eat after awhile. We usually just refill everything up until it’s all gone, this is just some unnecessary shit. And they end up changing their minds about it too once people complained.
I was mostly bored throughout the event. I guess it’s a good thing that it’s making me bored, shows how much this job has gotten easy for me. I helped out my brother set up some events we got later this week. It’s going to be some bullshit those days, but I’m trying to have some hope that it wouldn’t be.
Once the event was over at 10 PM, I started shutting this shit down. I wasn’t trying to stay here longer than I should’ve. I was asking the hosts if I could help box away their dessert or remove their decorations, they think I was being helpful, but I just didn’t want to miss my bus. I wasn’t going to wait a half hour for the next bus.
Unfortunately, they kept on dancing even after a half hour after the event was over. I didn’t bother asking any of my supervisors because they weren’t going to say shit about them overstaying since they’re spineless. And I can’t say shit myself because then they’d ask for someone above me so it’s no fucking use. My brother and I just asked for a coworker of ours to do us a favor by just heading down in the event space at 11 PM to just take all the dirty glasses and lock it up in a room so that my brother could clean it tomorrow. That’s how we get away with not having to stay when guests pull this kind of shit.
I wish there was a fee set in place for guests to deal with when they overstay, but this ain’t that kind of hotel. Even though it should be, we’re literally in one of the best spots to have a hotel at in the entire state, but these fuckers don’t like money it seems. So why do I still work here? Read the third to last word of the sentence before that question.
Song Of The Day: Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us
Looking Back on 5/11/23:
I wasn’t gonna engage with someone in an argument or conversation if she was just going to be spitting out ridiculous shit, so I just ignored her ass. That lady was being racist as fuck, talking shit about my skin tone and hair. Embarrassing as hell to have been that drunk or on drugs that early in the morning.
Anyways if you’re gonna argue with someone, don’t even bother if they can’t argue in good faith. Don’t waste your breath to those who don’t want to listen.
I remember having Canes that day, that was probably the worst experience I had there. I didn’t even finish it, I threw like half of it in the trash due to how bad it was.
“Mischievous shit”, god, I definitely moved on from my ex faster than I remembered. Physically anyways. I don’t even remember what I did that night, it’s not like I would’ve been able to write about it if I did anyways. Some things aren’t meant to be all out in the open. The fact that I don’t remember the full details on what happened that night, well, I do remember some of it. I clearly wasn’t in the right headspace at that time.
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I was already awake by 6 AM, going to sleep early cause of being high does that to you.
Okay, I’m starting to remember now, I knocked out in the middle of the third quarter in Game 3 between the Timberwolves and Nuggets. Admittedly, I was already high as hell while watching, but could you blame me? What an awful performance last night, I was already losing hope by the end of the first half. I’m looking at these stats and I’m wondering how Mike Conley even managed to get more rebounds than Rudy. They didn’t have their head in the game
Honestly thought that today was a Sunday until around 12 PM. It’s easier to think that when you were smoking all morning. I hardly ever smoke earlier in the day, once I start sobering up, it starts leaving me kinda hazy. Thankfully, I was coming off of that as I was heading to work.
I clocked in at 4 PM, didn’t have anything too crazy for work today. It was a wedding reception for 50, wasn’t a really huge one, but hey, it all pays the same.
The only specific instructions that I was given is that I place the food out at a specific time span. I thought it was a stupid idea since it would mean that people wont have anything to eat after awhile. We usually just refill everything up until it’s all gone, this is just some unnecessary shit. And they end up changing their minds about it too once people complained.
I was mostly bored throughout the event. I guess it’s a good thing that it’s making me bored, shows how much this job has gotten easy for me. I helped out my brother set up some events we got later this week. It’s going to be some bullshit those days, but I’m trying to have some hope that it wouldn’t be.
Once the event was over at 10 PM, I started shutting this shit down. I wasn’t trying to stay here longer than I should’ve. I was asking the hosts if I could help box away their dessert or remove their decorations, they think I was being helpful, but I just didn’t want to miss my bus. I wasn’t going to wait a half hour for the next bus.
Unfortunately, they kept on dancing even after a half hour after the event was over. I didn’t bother asking any of my supervisors because they weren’t going to say shit about them overstaying since they’re spineless. And I can’t say shit myself because then they’d ask for someone above me so it’s no fucking use. My brother and I just asked for a coworker of ours to do us a favor by just heading down in the event space at 11 PM to just take all the dirty glasses and lock it up in a room so that my brother could clean it tomorrow. That’s how we get away with not having to stay when guests pull this kind of shit.
I wish there was a fee set in place for guests to deal with when they overstay, but this ain’t that kind of hotel. Even though it should be, we’re literally in one of the best spots to have a hotel at in the entire state, but these fuckers don’t like money it seems. So why do I still work here? Read the third to last word of the sentence before that question.
Song Of The Day: Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us
Looking Back on 5/11/23:
I wasn’t gonna engage with someone in an argument or conversation if she was just going to be spitting out ridiculous shit, so I just ignored her ass. That lady was being racist as fuck, talking shit about my skin tone and hair. Embarrassing as hell to have been that drunk or on drugs that early in the morning.
Anyways if you’re gonna argue with someone, don’t even bother if they can’t argue in good faith. Don’t waste your breath to those who don’t want to listen.
I remember having Canes that day, that was probably the worst experience I had there. I didn’t even finish it, I threw like half of it in the trash due to how bad it was.
“Mischievous shit”, god, I definitely moved on from my ex faster than I remembered. Physically anyways. I don’t even remember what I did that night, it’s not like I would’ve been able to write about it if I did anyways. Some things aren’t meant to be all out in the open. The fact that I don’t remember the full details on what happened that night, well, I do remember some of it. I clearly wasn’t in the right headspace at that time.
2024.05.14 02:58 sadboi_thoughts To the woman at the Circus
I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are but I couldn't work up the courage; we came across each other on a quiet cloudy day and we both paused and looked at each other as we walked towards and eventually past each other, smiling softly, a moment of connection.
You had the most beautiful eyes, a kind and gentle brown hidden behind thin frammed glasses, brown curly hair a little above shoulder length framing your gorgeous smile. A muted green blue jacket is all I remember from the shoulders down because I was so entranced by your smile and your eyes.
We walked apart around the open courtyard, on separate journeys but always aware of the other as we walked. I'd catch you looking or you'd catch me and we'd shift direction, moving in relation to each other as we headed towards the city.
I looked at you before beginning my walk back to the city, but stopped for a moment, feeling those gorgeous eyes looking in my direction. I took in the city, turned around, and you were right there, at the edge of the circle about 30 feet away, turned away but waiting for me, inviting me to approach. I turned towards the city again, willing myself to say something, anything to get your attention; I turned over my shoulder and you were looking at the city too. You glanced at me slightly, then turned towards the city again, allowing us both to live in this silent but beautiful connection we had shared.
I turned away, took a breath, and turned back around to say something, but you had disappeared; as it's happened many times before, I had let the moment last a little too long and now it was gone forever.
I'll never forget you though. I'll never forget that moment we shared in the Circus. And wherever you are, I hope you know what I would have told you with an apology for interrupting:
You are stunningly beautiful and I hope you have a lovely life.
Thank you for the moment; it is one I will cherish for a long time.
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You had the most beautiful eyes, a kind and gentle brown hidden behind thin frammed glasses, brown curly hair a little above shoulder length framing your gorgeous smile. A muted green blue jacket is all I remember from the shoulders down because I was so entranced by your smile and your eyes.
We walked apart around the open courtyard, on separate journeys but always aware of the other as we walked. I'd catch you looking or you'd catch me and we'd shift direction, moving in relation to each other as we headed towards the city.
I looked at you before beginning my walk back to the city, but stopped for a moment, feeling those gorgeous eyes looking in my direction. I took in the city, turned around, and you were right there, at the edge of the circle about 30 feet away, turned away but waiting for me, inviting me to approach. I turned towards the city again, willing myself to say something, anything to get your attention; I turned over my shoulder and you were looking at the city too. You glanced at me slightly, then turned towards the city again, allowing us both to live in this silent but beautiful connection we had shared.
I turned away, took a breath, and turned back around to say something, but you had disappeared; as it's happened many times before, I had let the moment last a little too long and now it was gone forever.
I'll never forget you though. I'll never forget that moment we shared in the Circus. And wherever you are, I hope you know what I would have told you with an apology for interrupting:
You are stunningly beautiful and I hope you have a lovely life.
Thank you for the moment; it is one I will cherish for a long time.
2024.05.14 02:57 On-Xanax800815 AITA for giving up on my mother’s recovery?
⚠️TW: CHILDHOOD SA/R*PE, POTENTIAL VERBAL ABUSE, POTENTIAL MENTAL ABUSE, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLICS ⚠️
So I (18f) live with my grandmother (62f) and my mother (46f). Now, because it’s kinda relevant, my grandmother is sober she only drinks on occasion and hasn’t been drunk in years, I smoke weed as I use it to treat my epilepsy and anxiety caused by my epilepsy and have been doing so since 13 but everything else from other drugs to alcohol doesn’t interest me I see no point, my mother takes pills like Xanax basically anything that will put her to sleep she smokes cigarettes as well as weed and has been an alcoholic since 16 and has tried multiple times to be sober. The longest she’s been sober from alcohol was 4 years back when I was 6-10 when she met her ex husband (who was an ex meth addict and left us for meth, ironic) but every other time she’s been sober from alcohol it’s been off and on for short periods of time. Now, to clarify my mother is a victim of r*pe, from ages 4 to 14 she was assaulted by her carer and beaten by her other carer. She finally escaped and went into the Australian childcare system when she was 12 but her carers still had unsupervised visits with her until 14. She went to mandatory therapy for 25 years. Had her first child at 16, her second at 19 and me her last at 24 all with the same man my father a commercial fisherman who was abusive emotionally, physically and financially. So basically my mother has been through hell and has never felt loved.
In 2018 my mother got back in contact with a guy she went to school with, let’s call him Greg. Greg is divorced, an alcoholic, a typical metal head, had diabetes type 1, is the baby of his family and still lives with his sister and her husband. Mum was pretty rocky at this time, one moment she wanted to be better then the next she was giving up saying nothing works. In 2020 my mother and I moved in with my grandmother her mother. She was still with Greg and still super rocky so I left and moved in with my father for 6 months then moved back in with my mother and grandmother. Her and Greg were going through some issues, me and mum become kinda close at this time. She’d vent to me and stuff. So basically he kept saying he was going to buy them a place then would go back and say he wanted her to move in with him and his sister.
Now, 3-4 weeks ago he broke up with her because there was this wedding they were meant to go to with his family but his mum invited his ex wife (his family hates us) and his sister said she could sleep in Greg’s room and replaces Greg’s photos of him and my mum of old photos of Greg and his ex wife. For the first day or two mum just drank and popped pills, she was really depressed. Then she got better, she got into this health kick. She stopped drinking and started saying she wasn’t interested, she was working out and going on walks, talking about all this super healthy stuff. She was doing great, for the first week I doubted it would last so just ignored her. I was kind of rude that week because frankly I was tired of her shit, I knew were this was going and hated her for it. The second week I started to help her, we were declutterring her room and everything. I was hoping since it lasted a week it might last and maybe I can have a real actually loving relationship with my mother. This week? She said to me last night as she was on her 5th double shot can of Jack Daniel’s she was done, she said she was tired of not seeing the results and was giving up.
This really hurts me, I’m moving out soon. My original plan before Greg left was to move out and cut my family off, I’ve spent my life trying to make them love me only to realise two things. They love the me they want me to be and you can’t force people to love you, no matter how much you love them. When my mum started to do better I said to her “I hope you know this is your last chance to have a relationship with your last child” (to clarify, my sister her oldest cut contact only to go backwards and keep talking to mum, my brother her second cut contact and only speaks to her through our sister usually for money) and I was really hoping she’d be better and I wouldn’t have to cut her off. Since she’s been going back into her pit I’ve been a bit frustrated and been giving her a bit off shit I know she DOESNT appreciate. I give her looks when she mentions alcohol or I say things like “are you sure you want to do that👀”. Now I’m kind of planning on cutting her off again.
Basically, what I want to know is would I be the asshole for cutting her off? Would be the asshole for not cutting her off? I’ve always said I want to be better than my parents or siblings. As humans we are hypocrites, we are selfish but my family are also two faced and loveless. As humans we are also selfless and kind and I will be what my family can’t be. But I know they have hearts even if they aren’t sure how to use them, but who am I to tell someone how to use their heart. They aren’t loving me the way I want to be loved but am I loving them the way they want to be loved, but is that their job? Is that my job? I want to do the right thing by me, but to do that I can’t hurt anyone, and that’s just not possible. How do I leave them knowing I love them still?
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So I (18f) live with my grandmother (62f) and my mother (46f). Now, because it’s kinda relevant, my grandmother is sober she only drinks on occasion and hasn’t been drunk in years, I smoke weed as I use it to treat my epilepsy and anxiety caused by my epilepsy and have been doing so since 13 but everything else from other drugs to alcohol doesn’t interest me I see no point, my mother takes pills like Xanax basically anything that will put her to sleep she smokes cigarettes as well as weed and has been an alcoholic since 16 and has tried multiple times to be sober. The longest she’s been sober from alcohol was 4 years back when I was 6-10 when she met her ex husband (who was an ex meth addict and left us for meth, ironic) but every other time she’s been sober from alcohol it’s been off and on for short periods of time. Now, to clarify my mother is a victim of r*pe, from ages 4 to 14 she was assaulted by her carer and beaten by her other carer. She finally escaped and went into the Australian childcare system when she was 12 but her carers still had unsupervised visits with her until 14. She went to mandatory therapy for 25 years. Had her first child at 16, her second at 19 and me her last at 24 all with the same man my father a commercial fisherman who was abusive emotionally, physically and financially. So basically my mother has been through hell and has never felt loved.
In 2018 my mother got back in contact with a guy she went to school with, let’s call him Greg. Greg is divorced, an alcoholic, a typical metal head, had diabetes type 1, is the baby of his family and still lives with his sister and her husband. Mum was pretty rocky at this time, one moment she wanted to be better then the next she was giving up saying nothing works. In 2020 my mother and I moved in with my grandmother her mother. She was still with Greg and still super rocky so I left and moved in with my father for 6 months then moved back in with my mother and grandmother. Her and Greg were going through some issues, me and mum become kinda close at this time. She’d vent to me and stuff. So basically he kept saying he was going to buy them a place then would go back and say he wanted her to move in with him and his sister.
Now, 3-4 weeks ago he broke up with her because there was this wedding they were meant to go to with his family but his mum invited his ex wife (his family hates us) and his sister said she could sleep in Greg’s room and replaces Greg’s photos of him and my mum of old photos of Greg and his ex wife. For the first day or two mum just drank and popped pills, she was really depressed. Then she got better, she got into this health kick. She stopped drinking and started saying she wasn’t interested, she was working out and going on walks, talking about all this super healthy stuff. She was doing great, for the first week I doubted it would last so just ignored her. I was kind of rude that week because frankly I was tired of her shit, I knew were this was going and hated her for it. The second week I started to help her, we were declutterring her room and everything. I was hoping since it lasted a week it might last and maybe I can have a real actually loving relationship with my mother. This week? She said to me last night as she was on her 5th double shot can of Jack Daniel’s she was done, she said she was tired of not seeing the results and was giving up.
This really hurts me, I’m moving out soon. My original plan before Greg left was to move out and cut my family off, I’ve spent my life trying to make them love me only to realise two things. They love the me they want me to be and you can’t force people to love you, no matter how much you love them. When my mum started to do better I said to her “I hope you know this is your last chance to have a relationship with your last child” (to clarify, my sister her oldest cut contact only to go backwards and keep talking to mum, my brother her second cut contact and only speaks to her through our sister usually for money) and I was really hoping she’d be better and I wouldn’t have to cut her off. Since she’s been going back into her pit I’ve been a bit frustrated and been giving her a bit off shit I know she DOESNT appreciate. I give her looks when she mentions alcohol or I say things like “are you sure you want to do that👀”. Now I’m kind of planning on cutting her off again.
Basically, what I want to know is would I be the asshole for cutting her off? Would be the asshole for not cutting her off? I’ve always said I want to be better than my parents or siblings. As humans we are hypocrites, we are selfish but my family are also two faced and loveless. As humans we are also selfless and kind and I will be what my family can’t be. But I know they have hearts even if they aren’t sure how to use them, but who am I to tell someone how to use their heart. They aren’t loving me the way I want to be loved but am I loving them the way they want to be loved, but is that their job? Is that my job? I want to do the right thing by me, but to do that I can’t hurt anyone, and that’s just not possible. How do I leave them knowing I love them still?