Writing explanation letter bad credit

i was talking to someone last night and they have told me how bad they had it as a kid due to their mother. and i simply said you didn’t deserve to go through that abuse. and then i was given excuses for their mothers behavior. idk how a mother can be so cruel to their child and idk how this person can constantly defend her. i’m trying to understand why before i offend them by carrying out a this conversation again and saying something wrong. so any explanation would be appreciated.

I sent a certified letter in the mail to National Credit Adjusters asking for proof that a debt that is currently in collections is mine so I can try and dispute it, and it’s been almost a month and I haven’t heard anything back yet. If I don’t get any correspondence by the 30 day mark, how would I go about getting the collection officially removed from my credit reports?

I subbed for the very first day and it was kinder. I went in and the day was going smoothly in the morning. There were some troublemakers, but was manageable in the morning. However, during the dismissal time there was an issue. 10 minutes before the dismissal time, kids had PE and I was looking at these 2 girls who were just talking and playing. Just during dismissal, I saw one of the girls crying. I asked what the issue was and she said the other girl hit her. When I asked the other girl, she said it was an accident. It was dismissal time and kids were just everywhere and I had to pay attention to these kids and the girl saw her dad and went crying to him and complained to her dad. Her dad asked who the teacher was and was directed to me. He asked me that his kid was hurt and what steps did you take to resolve it and how are you going to address the issue. I told him it happened right during dismissal time and I am going to write a note to their regular teacher about it and apologized for whatever happened. The regular teacher was in the campus and I spoke to her in person about this issue and she said “ yeah, both kids are friends and sometimes they do fight. It’s ok and I will take care”. I felt so bad this happened during the end on the my first day. And now, I am worried if they will give me a bad feedback. I am from swing and wondering if swing asks for feedback from the school. Has anyone experienced things like this before? How do you manage these kind of conflicts generally?

Mr. Winslow accused my mother of stealing his dead wife’s jewelry.
I explained it was impossible. He was welcome to search the tiny apartment I shared with my mother and aunt, he could look wherever he wanted.
“We share a tiny space,” I said. “We barely have enough room for our clothes. I don’t even know where she would hide jewelry.”
I was worried we would lose him as a client. Which would suck because cleaning his house was basically the majority of our rent cheque. But a week later he found the pearl necklace, it had somehow travelled down to his basement.
“I’m still missing the gold bangle though,” he said. “And some earrings.”
I told him I was sorry, but I had no idea. If my mom or aunt found it on their next clean, I promised they would let him know right away.
He hummed and hawed. There might’ve been a week where he hired a different maid service, but eventually he called back, asking if he could hire all three of us on-site again.
I thanked him profusely. I told him we’d keep an eye out for the missing valuables.
***
On our drive over, I had my mom and aunt practice the apology we would give him in English. Even though we didn’t steal anything, I explained we should still say sorry.
“Why?” My aunt asked. “That’s so stupid.”
“Everyone apologizes for everything in Canada. Just trust me. He will want it.”
“We need the work,” my mom said.
For a second my aunt revved up to say something else, but then let it go. We did need the work.
When we arrived, Mr. Winslow was on a phone call, watching his two large goldendoodles play in the front yard. He waved, then gestured to the front door. My mom and aunt gave small bows and carried their cleaning supplies inside.
Before I could enter, he put the phone behind his ear and approached me.
“Ida, hi. Good to see you again. Listen, don't worry about the jewelry. Water under the bridge. Hey. I’m leaving in an hour or so, and I won’t be back until late tonight. I’m wondering if you’d be interested in dog-sitting? You’ve been around Toto and Kipper. What do you think? I’d really appreciate the help.”
I never liked the way he looked at me. It was always too close, and it lingered for too long. My aunt may have been right in that he hired us back just to see me again, but I ignored the thought.
“And don’t worry, I can cover your cab back. My usual walker is just out on holiday. You can help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. How does six hundred sound?”
I looked at his house and imagined if I would be comfortable there. Alone at night.
“I’ll make it seven-hundred. I know it's last minute. I just hate leaving them alone. Plus Toto has his medicine. You would do me a real solid.”
My apron needed adjusting so I put down my bucket. I focused on the polyester knot, keeping my gaze away from his. I really didn’t want to be doing this, but my aunt would call me stupid for refusing easy money. And frankly, so would I.
“I had plans, but I’m willing to give them up.” I said with a straight face. “Eight hundred and it’s a done deal.”
He paused for a second, observing me scrupulously. Then he found his usual, smarmy half-smile. “You’re a life saver, you know that? An Angel.”
His hand gripped my shoulder. Then patted it twice.
***
Both my mom and aunt were pleased about the extra cash, they said I deserved to make extra for all the bookkeeping I do. But they also both voiced their concerns for safety. They said they could stay with me if I wanted.
“Safety? Mamãe I’m just watching two dogs.”
My mom wiped a caked red stain off his counter. An old wine spill. “Yes, but so late in his house? You’re not worried he might … I don’t know …”
Might what? Exploit me?
I met his groundskeeper once, another immigrant contractor. Except the groundskeeper was being paid far less, because he never properly negotiated. Mr. Winslow was certainly capable of exploiting people when he wanted to, and I’m sure he would try the same on my family.
But I was different. I’d gone to school in Banniver, and I knew the little maneuvers played by the so-called “progressive people in North America.”
And Winslow knew it too.
He didn’t realize a Canadian-raised daughter organized her mom’s cleaning service. Or that she would show up on the first day as a statement. That statement being: You can’t get away with mistreating these old Brazilian women. And you certainly can’t swindle them out of the going rates in his neighborhood. I’m onto you.
I had asserted myself with this Mr. Winslow, and felt confident that I could stand my ground if he tried any bullshit.
“Mamãe I’m not worried about him. Really, I’m not. He’s a pushover.”
***
6:00PM rolled around, it was just me and the goldendoodles.
My mom and aunt were back at home, watching low-res soaps on a Macbook, but they said if I encountered anything strange—a sound, a smell, an unexpected car in the driveway—to give them a call right away.
“Mamãe, its two dogs. I’ll be fine.”
“Just keep your phone close Ida. Your auntie has sensed things in that house. Unpleasant things.”
I forgot to mention my aunt thinks of herself as an amateur medium. In the village she grew up in, she claimed she could sometimes see people who were recently deceased.
But I never really believed her. Mostly because it was also my auntie’s idea to charge families who wanted to forward messages to the very same people who were recently deceased.
“Okay mamãe, whatever you say. I’ll phone you if I get scared.”
“That house has a history Ida, you could feel it in the walls. The outside too.”
It sure does. A history of being owned by a wealthy prick.
***
The sun slinked below the overcast horizon like a dying lantern. It got dark much faster than I expected.
I kept all the lights on, and played with the dogs a bit, trying to encourage them to try piss on the shag rug. Neither did. They mostly wanted naps.
I tried napping for a bit too, but the leather couch felt like it was made of rock. I just couldn’t get comfortable.
Eventually I made myself dinner—some pasta that had been bought from Whole Foods—and ate it while scrolling on my phone.
I was just about done, ready to take my dirty plate in the sink when I first heard it.
The first explosion.
It came from the basement. A vibrating KAPOW that rattled the windows and chandelier on my floor. It sounded like someone had set off a cherry bomb.
What the hell?
I turned to the dogs who were just as scared as I was. They came whimpering with tails between their legs.
Could a pipe have burst or something?
I looked at the basement door, an area we were not instructed to clean, and then heard another explosion.
Vases shook. A painting went tilted. It sounded louder. Like full grade firework. I had lived in Rio de Janeiro, by Prianha beach, where they often launched celebratory fireworks. This was just as deafening.
I didn’t want to go down to the basement. In fact, I sat by the front door.
Both dogs huddled around me.
***
Twenty minutes passed. It had been quiet.
Out of pride I refused to call my mom—I didn’t want to admit I was scared. Instead, I spent the time going through all the rational answers in my head that could explain away the noise. Plumbing, terrorism, teen pranks … hot springs?
There were hot springs all over West Bann.
Obviously, some kind of pent-up geyser had lay dormant for a while, and it was now suddenly unleashing a ton of energy below Mr. Winslow’s house. To distract myself, I Wikipedia’d the history of West Banniver, and satisfied this theory.
During the 1850’s gold rush, West Banniver saw rapid settlement as a mining town. The proliferation of mine shafts soon led to a discovery of underground hot springs. Mayfield Briggs Ltd which was the first company to seize the opportunity as a tourist attraction…
That’s all it was. A hot spring releasing a buildup of pressure.
Then a third explosion came.
It was so loud and violent that the door to the basement flew open. I fell to the ground and covered my head as several books went flying off nearby shelves.
The dogs yipped and barked like crazy. They stood in front of me, guarding against an unseen force. A voice shrieked from the basement.
“HELP!!! HELLLLP!”
Rivets shot through my hands and knees. I was frozen to the floor.
“PLEEEEEEASE!”
It had the high-pitched desperation of someone whose life was about to end. I raised my head and listened closely to hear haggard, dusty coughing. It sounded like an old man’s cough. It echoed through the basement and into the living room. Between coughs the man continued to plead for his life.
HELLLLP!”
I had no idea who it could be or how he got down there.
Before I could think, one of the dogs shot past me, bolting down the basement steps, barking ferociously.
“Kipper!”
I tried to grab the loose leash, but I could only hold the collar of his sibling. “Kipper come back here!”
“HELLO?” The voice from below seemed to recognize my presence. “PLEASE, YOU’VE GOT TO HELP!”
I was now upright, breathing as fast as Toto was panting. I tied Toto to the thick rails on the stairs. I had to save the other dog.
Instinctually I grabbed my phone, slipped an AirPod in one ear, and dialed my mother without even looking at the screen.
“Mãe. There’s … something terrible is happening.”
My mother was suitably confused. Even more so when she heard the screaming of the man downstairs as his voice echoed in the living room. It was a cry of immense, awful pain.
After two slower, more detailed explanations of what I just heard, my mother told me to call the fire department. “Poke your head through the basement, see what’s happening. Then call the fire department.”
That made sense to me. I inched my way to the basement entrance and tried to see past the doorway. It was complete darkness. There was no light switch.
I turned the torch on my phone, and my aunt’s voice came blaring. “Get out of there Ida! I am telling you, there is darkness in that house!”
As I illuminated the dusty wooden stairs, I saw that they only lead only to more pitch black. Yup, plenty of darkness here.
There was some phone-wrestling. My mother came back on. “What is it? What did you see?”
“Don’t encourage her! Get her to leave!” my auntie yelled in the background.
I told them to pipe down because I could suddenly hear the gentle whimpering at the base of the stairs. The dog sounded close.
“Kipper come! This way! Follow my voice!”
I went down a few steps further, expecting the basement floor to appear any second, but there were only more wooden steps. How long was this staircase?
“Kipper?”
There was a flat, cold wall on my left, and no guard rail to speak of. I stepped down each step very carefully to maintain my balance, sliding my hand along the wall.
Then the wall disappeared. I flew forward.
***
I woke up lying face-first on rocky floor. My phone was cracked next to me. My mother was crying in my ear. “Ida! Ida! Oh my god! Ida!”
I looked up to see I was not at the bottom of someone’s basement. There were lights all above me. Lanterns. They were illuminating a cavernous, rocky chamber that led to many tunnels with train tracks and wooden carts. I was in the opening of a massive underground mine.
I coughed, and gave out a weak “… what?”
“Ida is that you? Are you… brrzzzzz” My mom’s voice faded.
Before I could reply, I saw the crooked form of a man in tan coveralls, shaking the immobile body of another person in coveralls next to him. In fact, there was a small row of half a dozen miners all slumped against a blasted rock wall. There were bits of granite, wood, rope, and what looked like entrails splattered all throughout.
“Oh the cruelty …” the one, standing miner said. He went from body to body and jostled each of his coworkers. “Must I find you all like this … every time?”
I crawled up to a half-standing pose and tried to see the face of the hunched over survivor.
My heart dropped.
He had no face.
The explosion which must have killed some of friends had also blasted away this man’s entire sternum, neck and skull. The miner wasn’t hunched over or leaning away with his head, he just simply … had no head.
And up there, floating right in the middle of where his face should be, were a set of eyeballs, glistening under the yellow lights.
The eyes turned to me. “Oh. Why hello. Hello there.”
Terrified, I rose to complete standing and opened both my palms in a show of total deference. “I don’t know. I don’t know who you are or what this is.”
The headless miner walked toward me. I noticed he carried a pickaxe in his right arm. He gestured with his left to where his ear would be.
“I’m sorry I can’t hear you. Had an accident.”
Despite him having no head, his voice still came from where his mouth would be. There was an earnestness in his speech, it might have had something to do with his very old-timey accent, but I still felt like he was trying to be friendly.
“Another batch of faulty dynamite. Everyone’s dead. But what else is new.”
He brought his left palm to his face, perhaps to wipe away tears, but instead his hand travelled through his nonexistent head to scratch a small portion of his back.
“Been dead for many years I’m afraid. But I’ve kept busy. Been a good man. Worked very hard for the boss upstairs.”
He gestured upwards with the pickaxe. I looked up, and out in the distance, I saw a large, ancient, set of wooden stairs that I must have fallen from. They extended far up into the mine’s ceiling and kept going.
“He’s gotten good ore from me. Good, shining, golden ore. I have a knack for it you see. The same knack that killed me so many years ago. It's probably what’s still keeping me around though.”
He came closer. I could see he had brown irises, with one of the cataracts deteriorating into milky white haze. The eyes stared at me, unblinking.
“Because I’m not done, see. This mine isn’t empty. I know there’s more gold. Much more. And it’s not all for the boss. No, I’m keeping some to myself. Don’t tell him, but I’ve been stashing a large deposit for myself. It can’t all be his of course. It’s my mine after all. Half these tunnels were dug entirely by me. So of course I deserve some. It’s only natural.”
I lifted my hand and pointed at the staircase behind him. I mouthed very big, obvious words. “I have to go back. I’m going back up those stairs.”
He shifted his body. His two eyes turned in the air as if they were still inside an invisible skull. I saw nerve endings at the back undulate and twist.
“Yes, that is the only way up.”
My heart was in my throat. At least I found some form of communication. I gestured to knee height and nervously asked if he had seen a “large, shaggy dog.”
“Ah yes. I’ve seen the pooches. They come down here sometimes. When the booms don’t scare em that is. Hahah.”
I gave a thumbs up. It felt like a ridiculous interaction with a ghost, or zombie or whatever this was, but at least it was working.
“I think I saw his little tail run over that way. They like the smell of the mineral spring.”
I turned behind to see the long tunnel he was pointing at. It was dimly lit by a chain of smaller lanterns.
I thought I saw a flutter of movement, and I would have kept looking further if it wasn’t for my aunt’s voice that suddenly exploded in my ear. “Brrrzt … Ida! If you can hear us, we are calling the police to your location. Help is coming soon! … ”
I winced and stepped back—which saved my life. I just so happened to step right out of the way of a pickaxe. It sparked the ground.
I gasped and stared at the headless miner. His eyes were shimmering with a dark focus, staring directly at mine.
“Oh I’ll help you find the dog. I’ll help you find whatever you want. But I’ll need those clean new eyes of yours first.”
He swung at my head. I ducked. He went for the backswing. I ran.
Stupidly, I ran in the opposite direction of the stairs. I ran straight into the long tunnel lined with dim lanterns.
But I couldn’t turn around. I had no idea how quick he could move. And the speed of his pickaxe felt supernatural.
The tunnel was narrow, and lined with wooden tracks, I had to skip-run-jump over the panels with immense precision to make sure I didn’t trip. Behind me, his voice chased.
“Go ahead. Run. I know where these all lead.”
I ignored the words and kept going. The tunnel bent left, then right, then left again. I ignored several exits before the tunnel spat me out into an open, cavernous room filled with dozens and dozens of minecarts.
I investigated the room for anything useful. A far opposite wall appeared to be the site of the latest digging, loose rock lay everywhere.
There was a small mineshaft holding a chained up cart. And something in the cart shimmered…
It was gold.
And not just ore either. There were bars, coins, medallions, and jewelry. Mrs. Winslow’s bangles were right on top.
I ran to the cart furthest from the entrance and ducked behind it, breathing heavily, coughing from all the dust.
The headless man emerged from the tunnel, pickaxe raised and scanning where I could have hid. “I may not be able to hear you. But I can follow footprints pretty easily hah. I know you’re in here.”
He grabbed the closest minecart available and pushed it into the tunnel entrance. With an immense show of strength, he lifted and dislodged the cart off the track, cramming it sideways, creating a massive obstacle.
I was sealed inside.
Trying to stay absolutely still, I coughed through my teeth. Lungs burning. My mom’s voice came through.
“Brrzzztt… The police should be there! I told them you were in danger! They said they sent a unit over. Maybe they broke down the front door?”
I looked up at the mine shaft next to me. If it did connect to the surface upstairs, this was my only chance.
I gave a couple good yells. “HEEEEELP!!! DOWN HERE!! HELP!”
I don’t know if it did any good, but it was better than nothing. I turned to see if the miner had heard anything.
He hadn't.
The pickaxe tapped and clanged awkwardly around minecart after minecart.
I had a bigger advantage than I thought.
Although the miner had two floating eyeballs, only the left one was really capable of seeing anything.
So I kept my distance and watched where he was going, always staying behind.
As he limped and peered around minecarts, I was able to evade him, move from behind rock piles and other carts, careful not to leave a trail in the rock dust.
It was all going well until I heard a familiar panting.
“Oh look. If it isn’t precious.”
The dog had managed to jump over the miner’s blockade. It must have heard my yells. Surprisingly, Kipper was unafraid of the headless villain, and even approached him to receive pets.
“Now why don’t you go say hello to our other friend here huh? I know she's here somewhere.”
No. Kipper. Please. Don’t.
The dog started sniffing. Within seconds he found my scent. Kipper skipped towards me like Lassie and excitedly licked my face.
“Aww there we are. Now isn’t that a good boy?”
I stood up and stared at the filthy, ash-stained coveralls. Despite the lack of teeth, I could sense a menacing grin where the mouth should be.
He wasn't going to lose sight of me now. I had nowhere to go.
So I did the thing my auntie said worked on all spirits. I fell to my knees and prayed.
“Please. I only came here for work. I’m too young to die. Let me go and I won't tell anyone that you're here.”
He stood over me. Both of his pupils started to quiver. In just a few seconds, his eyes were swimming excitedly within the space of his head.
I took off the only valuable I had. A gold necklace with a miniature version of Christ the Redeemer. A gift I had received as a teen in Rio. I held it out in my shaking hands.
“Please. Take it. Take everything.”
Suddenly both the eyeballs stared forward again, entranced by the gold.
“Well look at that. How generous. How generous of her. We should reward generosity shouldn’t we?”
***
It was hard for me to describe to the police officer how exactly I got out, because I have no idea.
The fiery pain where my eyes used to be overwhelmed my entire reality for hours. All I wanted was for it to stop.
They found me half inside a dumbwaiter bleeding to death from the gouges in my face.
I was taken to the hospital, where I would spend the next four weeks recovering.
The police did not in fact storm the house like my mom said. They waited outside for the homeowner to return. But when they heard my screams coming from the top floor, they broke the back door and eventually came to my rescue.
I’m told they did a thorough investigation but could not find any of the things I described.
The basement door led into a regular basement. It was filled with old furniture, unused decor, and paint cans. No Mine.
The dumbwaiter was also just a dumbwaiter. It wasn’t some mine shaft, and it didn’t lead any deeper than the basement. Nothing special.
There were definitely hot springs close by, but nothing close enough to damage Mr. Winslow's property. And there was an old, depleted gold mine not far away either, but it was completely abandoned, closed off, and nowhere near as big as the one I had described.
***
The police, paramedics and doctors all thought my story was some hallucination. That I had been on drugs or had some mental breakdown (even though they couldn’t find anything in me other than small traces of weed.)
Thankfully, my mother and aunt believed me. They believed every word. My aunt is the one who encouraged me to make this post, so others could hear my story.
I know it was real.
I know it was.
And Mr. Winslow is fully aware of the mine’s existence.
Putting the dots together, I realized it was likely the source of his wealth. Winslow had some control over that one headless miner down there.
Did Winslow intentionally entrap me? Was he trying to get the miner a new set of eyes? Or was it all an unfortunate accident?
I might never know.
But what I do know is that Mr. Winslow has been paying for our rent ever since the accident.
He feels “terrible about the situation” and “can’t possibly imagine” what I’ve been through.
But he knows what happened.
He knows if I really pushed, If I really forced the police, or some private investigator to look into it—they would uncover something awful. Something really really bad.
“Anything you need. Anything at all. I will cover it, Ida.” He said. “You helped me out, protected my dogs, and I will never forget it.”
He’s offered to pay for the rest of my University schooling. And once my face heals up, he’s even offered to cover for some very expensive, experimental eye-transplant. We’ll see how that goes.
“You and your family will live comfortably from now on. You’ll want for nothing. Tell me exactly what you need, And you’ll get it.”
So I told him I'd like my necklace back. It was an heirloom. I said I lost it somewhere in his house.
A few days later, he returned with the usual smug, half-crooked smirk in his voice. He brought the necklace back in a box, pretending he had bought me a new one. Except it felt exactly like my old one.
It was all shined up, completely buffed of scratches, but it weighed the same. It was my old one for sure.
When my mom saw it she asked, “did it always have it? This dedication?”
As far as I remembered, the backside of the tiny Christ the Redeemer was always plain. I fingered its shape in my hands.
“What dedication?”
The new little divots caught my nails. There was writing that was definitely not there before.
My mom described it as a curly, serif font. Like a gift for a lover.
— You’re an angel —
— W —

What does one do if they feel like I
Probably hang themselves and honestly I would not put it against them, but I'm too much of a coward. I'm self destructive sure but not that much, driving away people and resorting to chemicals which will destroy me eventually.
I have no clue where I'll end up, dead in a ditch, working a dead end job or actually somehow succeed. I at once wish to succeed and don't. I've not deserved it, what I deserved is to be killed.
Maybe this is a cry of help, and maybe I should actually take my anti depressants but the cloud in my mind has taken over, if this is the last thing I ever write I don't mind. I deluded myself with the idea that I was a good writer, I surrounded myself at first with those who recieved good grades. They were not bad people, they were not good people either. The only person that genuinely cares about me I have treated poorly. I'm at a point of apathy towards it all my emotions have dulled. I've committed the gravest sin, I've lied and betrayed myself for nothing.
One day maybe it wil all make sense I've made peace with the fact my life will be cut short I feel but what I have not made peace with is what awaits afterwards. I finally get religion I get the want and need to have an afterlife I cannot fathom a world where I simply am not alive, but at the same time I've lived far from a moral life and I feel like that if there is an afterlife I will be sent to be tortured for all eternity.
I'm sorry, I truly am.
And even in a moment like this Iam selfish, because I wish to share this with someone but I can't. They don't need their time ruined and I don't deserve anyone's attention
I've dug my own grave.
And I feel the utmost regret and hate for it, I should not have gotten involved in anything I should have stayed to the path but I don't know at this point
As I write this I'm a wreck As I write this at this hour of the night I feel like I've failed everyone and everything I'm sorry I'm sorry
This is not anyone's fault this is my own fault
I can't take it anymore and I'm just one of the few that this effects, they're more worth saving they're still possible of saving
If a God does exist I'm sorry before you too, I've failed as a human and I'm sorry that this has happened I've strayed from the path set out and I've gotten what I deserve and when I die if there's an afterlife and I slave away in the hell of whatever afterlife it is then that shall be it.
I'm sorry I'm too much of a coward to repent
I'm sorry to my brother and family who will continue to live without me I'm sorry to whomever I still had a personal relationship with but I cannot go on at this point it just hurts too much and I'm sorry I couldn't write it better or even in russian. I'm a failure and that is why I will do this

Myrtle Beach SC News article dated May 15, 2024
Documents Invalid & A.I. Endorsement
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Mica Miller mental health documents not legally notarized
Members of Attorney Tom Winslow’s team sent us a statement that legal medical filings surrounding the Mica Miller mental health issues were not legally notarized.
Mica Miller died of what has been ruled a suicide at Lumber River State Park on April 27th. The FBI is now investigating the case.
Suicide Claims, Mica Miller Mental Health Records, And Notary Issues
Despite the fact Pastor JP Miller admitted from the pulpit to being suicidal in October 2023, just two months later JP was able to receive a health care power of attorney from Mica signed Dec. 5. Tom Winslow, of Winslow Law, was the attorney that orchestrated this legal filing.
Texts received by MyrtleBeachSC News show that Power of Attorney documents were supposedly signed by Mica Miller on December 4th at the Solid Rock church. However, those documents were not notarized by Winslow Law employees (Briyana and Tiffany) until the next day at Winslow’s law office.
According to the S.C. Secretary of State, a notary must be present at the actual signing of such documents to prevent fraud.
Two months later, according to the Myrtle Beach Police Department, Mica was “involuntarily hospitalized” on Feb. 8, 2024. But what makes the case even more odd is that JP’s power of attorney documents were not filed until March 20, 2024, despite having been signed and notarized three months prior.
Is Tom Winslow An Expert At Artificial Intelligence - Deep Fake Voice Audio?
Today, we report on Tom Winslow A.I. claims as he touts the importance of A.I. in his law practice. At the bottom of this article, readers can view terrifying texts sent out by J.P. Miller to Mica in November 2022.
We recently published that Pastor JP Miller, and his attorney, Tom Winslow were persons of interest in the Mica Miller “Suicide” FBI probe. Some readers questioned how we could report this with such confidence at that time.
We need to point out that Tom Winslow and JP Miller are not charged with any crimes, and even if they should be, they are considered innocent until proven guilty.
JP Millers Documented Sexual Encounters
According to DailyMail: “Miller’s first wife, Alison, filed for divorce in 2015 after discovering he was having an affair with Mica, who was 14 years his junior.” Alison also claimed that “Miller had an addiction to prostitutes and had ‘sexual encounters’ with underage girls.” She continued, “He had also confessed to me and other staff members of the church that he had sexual encounters with young females from the church, who were under the age of 16.”
The lawyer representing JP Miller in his first divorce case was S.C. State Representative Val Guest.
Mica's Statements About Suicide
Mica’s sister, Sierra Francis, said, “Mica stated to me on many occasions, ‘If I end up with a bullet in my head’, it was JP,” referring to her husband, John Paul Miller. In a written affidavit, Seirra writes, “I know my sister to have expressed the abuse and violence against her by her husband to others, including family members and members of the church congregation. My sister also expressed to me that she was fearful that she would not make it to the divorce and that her life would be taken from her.”
JP Miller Attorney Tom Winslow A.I Endorsement
In the video above, Tom Winslow touts that his law practice is an advocate for the use of Artificial Intelligence. Winslow makes it a part of his practice.
Winslow is a member of Solid Rock Church. His wife is part of the praise team.
Also, as we reported yesterday, Attorney Tom Winslow owns 200 acres of land that backs up to the state park area where Mica’s body was found.
All of this is circumstantial, at best, but it is also very curious.
*The Call Made By Mica At Lumber River State Park?
Mica wrote to her attorney: “Since the day we became husband and wife, I have been abused in every way I can think of. Emotionally, sexually, spiritually, financially and physically. He has harassed me physically and electronically with letters, phone calls, emails and texts, hacking my emails, hacking my personal Facebook and impersonating me. Using my stolen phone to send texts and emails out to church members pretending to be me, texting friends and family saying that I am sleeping with teenagers from our church, and showing up in person at places around town … to having installed three different tracking devices on my vehicle.”
MyrtleBeachSC News learned that JP was in possession of a mobile phone he had stolen from Mica. Anyone who has left an outgoing, “I am not available now” message on their phone, knows that a recorded version of her voice was likely on that mobile phone.
According to the Robeson County Sherriff, at 2:54 p.m., a 911 call was made from Lumber River State Park parking lot.
Miller is calm throughout the call, asking a dispatcher if her phone can be tracked. The operator asks for Miller’s phone number and location, and then why she was calling.
“I’m about to kill myself, and I just want my family to know where to find me,” she replies.
How Deep Fake A.I. Voice Works
Was the Tom Winslow A.I. knowledge put to use in this matter?
Audio Capture And Signal Processing
The first step in AI voice recognition is audio capture. This is where the spoken words are recorded.
The audio is then processed to remove any background noise. This ensures that the system can clearly hear the spoken words.
Signal processing also involves enhancing the quality of the audio. This makes it easier for the system to recognize the speech patterns.
Pattern Recognition And Machine Learning
Pattern recognition is the core of AI voice recognition. It’s the process of identifying the spoken words in the audio signal.
Machine learning plays a crucial role in this process. It helps the system learn and improve its ability to recognize speech patterns.
Over time, the system becomes more accurate. It learns to understand different accents, dialects, and even nuances in speech.
Real-World Examples Of Deep Fake A.I.
AI voice recognition is not a futuristic concept. It’s already a part of our daily lives.
You may have interacted with it without even realizing. It’s present in many devices and applications we use every day.
Miller Says Church Services Are As Usual
In a social media post yesterday, Miller states, “Solid Rock is alive and well and we are moving forward with our new building project. We are excited to see all members at our meeting May 19th at 5 p.m.
The FBI is just starting this investigation and no one knows where it will lead. The Tom Winslow A.I. practices may only prove to be circumstantial. The Mica Miller mental health records are sure to play a roll in this saga. Time will tell where this leads.
Question: Were Public Posts Like This One From JP Miller Abusive?
Miller, pastor at Solid Rock Church in Myrtle Beach, told his sister-in-law that he would be arriving at her house at 1 a.m. on November 17, 2022, where Mica was visiting.
After Sierra warned that he wouldn’t be allowed in their home, he challenged her, saying ‘you can call the cops’.
A few moments later, he replied: “I’m armed. I’m ready. Mica can fix all of this“, to which Sierra replied: “THIS doesn’t help anything. Threats and intimidation only make things worse.”
‘I don’t care (idc) Driving. I can’t text. Thanks.’ said the disgraced pastor.
In response, Miller replied, “Hahaha” when told cops wouldn’t be called if he stayed home.

My boyfriend(28M) and I(26F) have been dating for 5 years and we've lived together for over a year. I'm worried that because we are around each other all the time, the romantic element has faded and I'm struggling to feel loved/special to him. He was once markedly more excited by me and I've started to really feel taken for-granted in the relationship, but I can't tell if I'm just being too demanding/needing too much right now.
Besides the typical sentiments in heterosexual relationships where I feel like I do most of the cleaning, etc., I've also planned really cute/well thought-out dates for us (catered specifically to HIS interests) and I feel like he doesn't do the same in return. Honestly, I don't know when the last time was that he planned literally anything for us was, and I don't know if he has ever planned a single date for us outside of going to dinner. Is it too high of an expectation to want more? To him, a date means going out to get drinks or dinner, but this doesn't feel romantic or special to me anymore. I've given him plenty of very specific date ideas that would mean a lot to ME (I don't 'take him out' on these dates, because these ideas are catered to my specific interests, not his), but he hasn't taken the bait on a single idea. In general, I feels like he puts almost no effort into caring about my interests, even though I always participate in his, which in turn makes me feel like he is not truly interested in me? But am I taking that too personally?
When we do go out to dinner, I'll usually get all dolled up and I feel really confident/pretty, and what can I say, I expect to be hyped up by my partner and I just feel like I'm not. Last time we went on a date I got dolled up and he did too. He saw me and told me "You look nice" and then he decided to dress down to a more casual outfit... I didn't know how to interpret that... and I ended up feeling insecure for the rest of the date. In general, one of my biggest love languages (for receiving) is words of affirmation and he is not a man of many words so I really struggle with this aspect. I've told him that one of the easiest ways to be romantic and make me feel special, without needing to plan out a date or anything, would be to write me a cute love letter. He has written me maybe 1 love letter ever, but I had to beg for it so it didn't feel genuine and I can't help but want some more genuine/spontaneous displays of affection. As I write this I'm even questioning, why am I so obsessed with feeling this "special"? Am I asking too much? I just feel like he should be trying to make me feel special the way I know I try with him? For example, on his birthday I spent hours baking and then setting up our apartment overnight with streamers and balloons to make him feel loved and celebrated, yet on mine, he complained about doing things he didn't want to do and gave me a bday card with a couple sentences on it (even though, as I've established, I want a whole love letter haha).
Even when we make love, I want it to truly feel like making love. I want him to make me feel hot, sexy, wanted, and I want it to feel like he is trying to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for us both. Without getting too detailed, he will actually try to make me come maybe 20% of the time. The rest of the time, it's usually just a quickie centered around him, he might go down on me but not for long lol.
I've talked to him about all of this for months and he always acts super sympathetic and loving, he says loves me he will try, but I don't ever actually see any effort being put in even though he's been saying so for months? Is there anything else I can do at this point, or any way I can better express myself? I'm hoping this all makes sense... but basically I've really started to doubt my own expectations and whether I'm the problem in this situation.
TLDR; the romantic element of our relationship has faded from his side, causing me not to feel loved, and he is not showing any real effort to fix anything even though he keeps saying he'll 'try'...nothing changes. I've been trying to take the lead on these efforts to show him an example of what I want. How would you dial up the romance in a relationship? Are my wants reasonable or do I just need therapy?

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Hi there, I'm Dreamer.
Last year, I underwent a mental health treatment journey from September - February. I spent a month in a residential facility outside of Nashville for a month. After I was released, I spent a week and a half in a PHP in Chattanooga. It wasn't the right fit for me, so I drove myself to Knoxville, spent three and a half months in PHP, stepped down to IOP for two months and then graduated from the program.
I moved into a sober living program in East Knoxville in February and stayed there until March. My dad convinced me to come back to Nashville and stay with him and my step family for a while; hadn't seen my entire family in months and didn't exactly receive the warmest welcome... Needless to say, shit went sideways, was uninsured and couldn't get the meds I needed, my mental health tanked and I eventually started drinking/using THC to self-medicate.
Decided to say "Screw it, I'm trying this again" and I was in a recovery center in Kentucky for 18 days. Left there yesterday and now I'm back in Knoxville at my old PHP program. What happened sucks and I'm not the proudest of relapsing after having months of sobriety but I'm feeling optimistic and motivated... I just want to get back to feeling okay again, you know?
Tomorrow will mark 34 days sober, woo.
Anyway, now that I've probably scared everyone off... Where do I start?
I'm 26 years old, an Aquarius and an INFJ-T. I'm originally from Nashville, as you might have guessed. I'm very thicc but I lost a fair amount of weight during my first treatment stint and I'm trying to maintain it. I'm also 5'7" so I'm kinda tall-ish...? I'm also Black, but I like guys of all colors, so I don't discriminate.
My hobbies/interests: Writing, music, photography, TV/movies/YouTube, people watching, traveling and so much more that I can't think of. I started journaling again too (I stopped after I last got out of treatment) and it's like I never left.
I love animals (especially cats, dogs and snakes!) I have my own car (though it's currently back in Nashville and I probably won't get it until I go into IOP again) and most of my sanity haha.
Just an FYI, I do vape. I don't do it all day long but it's still a habit. I don't smoke cigs, though, because they're nasty and smelly. I want to quit vaping altogether but it is what it is right now. We all need our vices.
What am I looking for in a guy?

1. Someone the same height or taller than me (AKA 5'7"+)
2. Someone with nice hair (I've always been really attracted to men with medium to long hair because I love playing with it)
3. Someone with positive qualities such as kindness, honesty, affection, gentleness, emotional maturity, etc...
4. Someone between the ages of 23-35 (I may be willing to make an exception on a case-by-case basis, but absolutely ONLY if you match everything else I'm looking for. With that being said, if you are below 21 or above 40, I'm not going to respond)
5. Someone who's chivalrous (Holding doors open, being cognizant of my needs and feelings, lending a hand, etc)
6. Someone who is a hopeless romantic. I want all the sappy letters, the curated love playlists, the intimate talks... All of it.
7. Someone in tune with their (and their partner's) love languages. My top three love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time... But ultimately, I love every one of them
8. Someone who enjoys going out and doing fun stuff but also enjoys hanging out at home... Spontaneity is awesome!
9. Someone who loves animals! I'd love to adopt a kitten one day, but I'm also interested in adopting a senior cat too. They need just as much love after all
10. Someone who either lives in the surrounding region and/or is willing to plan to come visit regularly. (I'd love to visit you as well)! I want us to spend time together and build a connection. I believe long distance relationships CAN be successful if there is consistent face-to-face interaction. I'm not too keen on international connections unless, of course, you have the time and means to come and see me regularly
    1. Someone who has a car, so we can drive around and do stuff. I can be your very own passenger princess, complete with absolute bangers and lots of snacks!
    2. Someone who enjoys meaningful conversations. I hate small talk, one word answers or when someone ignores my input/thoughts. If you can't communicate or don't like to keep in touch throughout the day, please don't bother.

I want someone to hold hands with, run errands together, give random kisses and hugs, cuddle up on cold nights and rainy days, take drives and see where the road leads us... I want you to be my one and only. By the way, as far as intimacy goes, I need to take things really slow for personal reasons. I can explain more about it once we know each other better and I feel comfortable telling you. So if you are going to be pushy or judge/ shame/ridicule me, don't talk to me.
There's tons more I could say about myself but I'll leave it there for now.
When you message me, please tell me your age and location, send a recent SFW picture of yourself and please confirm that you're willing and able to meet in person and spend time together as our relationship buds and blossoms.
And you can include whatever else you'd like to tell me about yourself; longer messages catch my eye for sure. Just please don't say "Hey," or any other similar greeting because I won't respond to that. Also, sneak the word "Spooky" into your first message so I know that you read through my entire post.
I hope to hear from you soon!

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On my sister’s 21st birthday. She came up to me (F/17) and tried to give me a hug. I declined and my mother yelled at me calling me a bitch and trying to force me to hug her.
I am not close to my sister at all. When we were younger she molested me several times and I didn’t realize what was going on out until I was 14 and she was 18. I didn’t tell anyone until my mother called me a bitch in front of everyone. I pulled her aside into her bedroom and explained that my sister did some very messed up things to me and I don’t like being touched by her. My mother apologized and told me she understands. Nothing really happened after that. In my every day life I was cleaning up after my sisters huge messes, cooking food for everyone, and basically just doing everything. All while most of the food I made got throw away by my sister but If I got upset or didn’t make her food I’d still be the bad guy.
Eventually I brought it up to my dad. I honestly thought that he would be my protector but boy was I wrong… he denied that I was molested and said that what she did wasn’t even molest and that there was nothing he could do. He took no action and said nothing to defend me. I even told him that she did gross stuff to herself whenever she shared a bed with anyone. He spit in my face by saying “oh well at least she never shared a bed with me” and laughed it off. He didn’t care at all about me.
I don’t recall what led up to this but I confronted my mom eventually and told her over text the reason the dogs pee on the couch is to cover the scent of my abusive sister because she pisses and poops herself on furniture while wearing diapers. (She openly admitted this to everyone btw and threw away a poopy pissy diaper and also she makes the couch smell horrible) my mom came in screaming at me. I grabbed her by her shirt when she tried to block me from leaving the room and told screamed at her that that stupid bitch molested me. (Which she also denied it being molest when I explained what she did but it was DEFINITELY molest it just wasn’t rape… and apparently it needs to be rape for it to be serious)
My mother then told me if I don’t feel safe here then I can go live with my grandma. I said okay and left a few days later. My mom then talked about me behind my back telling my brother that I’m ungrateful and that I’m selfish for leaving and trying to get attention. I was only there for a few days and returned “home” I came back because I missed my cat and dogs and I knew my cat wouldn’t be getting enough socializing as I’m her mom. I’m still seen as a villian. And to top it off my sister had a friend over who was a total crackhead and I had my mom tell her to go home. She did. The next day the crazy bitch came running towards me aggressively in the road because she thought I was alone. I wasn’t my brother and my friend were behind me and when she saw them she left. My sisters explaination made it more clear she intended to hurt me. I am 5’2 and weigh 95 lbs. I’m extremely skinny and I have long hair. My sister is 5’ and weighs 250 lbs she has short hair. She claims her friend thought I was her.. I was wearing a tank top at the time to top it off...
When she got home I confronted her about this and that was her explanation. So I snapped. I screamed at her calling her a fat fucking pig. She freaked out screaming at me and left. Eventually she came back ready to punch me. My friend who is 6’3 was standing behind me when she put her fist up and she froze realizing shed probably get killed.
..tbh things are much worse now for different reasons but I’m scared to share more yet. I turn 18 on June 12th I might update then or when I move out idk. Maybe even before it depends.

I accidentally deleted my original post, so I’m writing this for anyone who may want a reference at some point. I couldn’t find any info on doing this yourself since everyone and their mother recommends going to the doctor (which has some HORROR STORIES…)
TLDR: It got worse, so much worse, before it got SO MUCH BETTER. This is not for the faint of heart, especially if you have a big one, but it is possible and I would do it again.
The story: I got a hemorrhoid from a bad sandwich which resulted in a 3/4 of a marble sized lump in my asshole. This made it so it couldn’t ever close, I could constantly feel it, and I was really insecure about sex. I went to doctors, I didn’t have butt cancer, and then talked to a colorectal surgeon in LA. I didn’t want to pay for the surgery and even though I have good insurance, I didn’t know what the cost would be since it’s an elective surgery. The consultation was like $130.
I got a skin tag banding kit, 5% lidocaine cream from curist, and the dr scholls freeze away skin tag remover. Doing this myself was tough, but I got the band on the tag. Then I used the freezing kit to freeze the extra skin and it took a couple applications to hit all the skin. After the freezing, the skin became hard. My first mistake was having a BM before putting the band on and then also putting the band too high up. I didn’t shit for like 36 hours, because it just happened that way, and by this point it had turned black and lost all feeling. when I finally did.. bless my poor soul. The band moved down the tag, and it hurt so bad. So I took the band all the way off. The tag was about half an in long when it was in the band (like a little ponytail HAHHAAH) and when the band came off, it filled with blood and blew up 5x the size. I literally went to go to the ER but then I locked my keys in my apartment so I couldn’t drive 😂. By the time I got back inside the swelling had come down so I went to sleep.
Following this, I started using the Dr scholls removing kit on it for maybe 2-3 days once or twice a day, then I just left it. It felt like burned skin. I had slight bleeding. BMs were uncomfortable but not horrible. I would take a shower after every BM (easier for me bc I work from home).
I stopped looking at it for a few days because it was scaring me 😂 but I eventually looked and there was a patch of raw skin and the tag was gone! It has completely healed and I could not be more happy.

Hi there, I'm Dreamer.
Last year, I underwent a mental health treatment journey from September - February. I spent a month in a residential facility outside of Nashville for a month. After I was released, I spent a week and a half in a PHP in Chattanooga. It wasn't the right fit for me, so I drove myself to Knoxville, spent three and a half months in PHP, stepped down to IOP for two months and then graduated from the program.
I moved into a sober living program in East Knoxville in February and stayed there until March. My dad convinced me to come back to Nashville and stay with him and my step family for a while; hadn't seen my entire family in months and didn't exactly receive the warmest welcome... Needless to say, shit went sideways, was uninsured and couldn't get the meds I needed, my mental health tanked and I eventually started drinking/using THC to self-medicate.
Decided to say "Screw it, I'm trying this again" and I was in a recovery center in Kentucky for 18 days. Left there yesterday and now I'm back in Knoxville at my old PHP program. What happened sucks and I'm not the proudest of relapsing after having months of sobriety but I'm feeling optimistic and motivated... I just want to get back to feeling okay again, you know?
Tomorrow will mark 34 days sober, woo.
Anyway, now that I've probably scared everyone off... Where do I start?
I'm 26 years old, an Aquarius and an INFJ-T. I'm originally from Nashville, as you might have guessed. I'm very thicc but I lost a fair amount of weight during my first treatment stint and I'm trying to maintain it. I'm also 5'7" so I'm kinda tall-ish...? I'm also Black, but I like guys of all colors, so I don't discriminate.
My hobbies/interests: Writing, music, photography, TV/movies/YouTube, people watching, traveling and so much more that I can't think of. I started journaling again too (I stopped after I last got out of treatment) and it's like I never left.
I love animals (especially cats, dogs and snakes!) I have my own car (though it's currently back in Nashville and I probably won't get it until I go into IOP again) and most of my sanity haha.
Just an FYI, I do vape. I don't do it all day long but it's still a habit. I don't smoke cigs, though, because they're nasty and smelly. I want to quit vaping altogether but it is what it is right now. We all need our vices.
What am I looking for in a guy?

1. Someone the same height or taller than me (AKA 5'7"+)
2. Someone with nice hair (I've always been really attracted to men with medium to long hair because I love playing with it)
3. Someone with positive qualities such as kindness, honesty, affection, gentleness, emotional maturity, etc...
4. Someone between the ages of 23-35 (I may be willing to make an exception on a case-by-case basis, but absolutely ONLY if you match everything else I'm looking for. With that being said, if you are below 21 or above 40, I'm not going to respond)
5. Someone who's chivalrous (Holding doors open, being cognizant of my needs and feelings, lending a hand, etc)
6. Someone who is a hopeless romantic. I want all the sappy letters, the curated love playlists, the intimate talks... All of it.
7. Someone in tune with their (and their partner's) love languages. My top three love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time... But ultimately, I love every one of them
8. Someone who enjoys going out and doing fun stuff but also enjoys hanging out at home... Spontaneity is awesome!
9. Someone who loves animals! I'd love to adopt a kitten one day, but I'm also interested in adopting a senior cat too. They need just as much love after all
10. Someone who either lives in the surrounding region and/or is willing to plan to come visit regularly. (I'd love to visit you as well)! I want us to spend time together and build a connection. I believe long distance relationships CAN be successful if there is consistent face-to-face interaction. I'm not too keen on international connections unless, of course, you have the time and means to come and see me regularly
    1. Someone who has a car, so we can drive around and do stuff. I can be your very own passenger princess, complete with absolute bangers and lots of snacks!
    2. Someone who enjoys meaningful conversations. I hate small talk, one word answers or when someone ignores my input/thoughts. If you can't communicate or don't like to keep in touch throughout the day, please don't bother.

I want someone to hold hands with, run errands together, give random kisses and hugs, cuddle up on cold nights and rainy days, take drives and see where the road leads us... I want you to be my one and only. By the way, as far as intimacy goes, I need to take things really slow for personal reasons. I can explain more about it once we know each other better and I feel comfortable telling you. So if you are going to be pushy or judge/ shame/ridicule me, don't talk to me.
There's tons more I could say about myself but I'll leave it there for now.
When you message me, please tell me your age and location, send a recent SFW picture of yourself and please confirm that you're willing and able to meet in person and spend time together as our relationship buds and blossoms.
And you can include whatever else you'd like to tell me about yourself; longer messages catch my eye for sure. Just please don't say "Hey," or any other similar greeting because I won't respond to that. Also, sneak the word "Spooky" into your first message so I know that you read through my entire post.
I hope to hear from you soon!

So I decided to purchase a game from Ubisoft during their current sale. They have a coupon anyone can use to save $10 on an order.
I go to checkout after applying the coupon, and their website will not let me check out. I try a few times. Log out. Log back in. Clear my cart. I try a different web browser. The checkout button literally does nothing once I'm in my cart.
So I decide to purchase it through Ubisoft Connect. For some reason my store isn't showing up, but restarting the app fixes that. It's not their fault though, ubisoft Connect is just in beta which is why they forced it on all users a few months ago.
So I put my order in, add the coupon, add my credit card. Order screen shows that my purchase is applying the $10 coupon.
The order goes through and the order complete screen does not show the coupon. I immediately click the "Request refund" button to try to redo the order and apply the coupon again. Nope it won't let me refund due to "the policy".
So I reach out to scrUbisoft support and let them know about the situation. After some back and forth collecting information, they say that I didn't apply the coupon. Yeah I know that's what your order says ubisoft, that's why i'm reaching out to your support. I didn't need your support person to tell me that I was billed for the full price. That's the issue I'm reaching out with.
Then they suggest I try for a refund. I explain that I've already tried this and they send back a "too bad so sad" and mark my support ticket as complete.
So now I have two options, I can do a credit card charge back and get my account banned along with all of my ubisoft games, or I can suck up the $10.
Don't worry Ubisoft, you've taught me my lesson. I'm never purchasing a game from you again. You're a dogshit company who has made a lot of terrible decisions over the years, and now you'd rather generate bad will with me than give me credit for a coupon that literally everyone has access to.
Please feel free to chime in with how scrUbisoft has screwed you or your favorite games over the years.
Sauce: https://imgur.com/a/e6o2FbU

So I’m 20 M and I’ve been out for like 5 or 6 years now and since I’ve been out I’ve always felt although my dad says he’s fine with it he’s not telling the truth because whenever we talk about anything new like new movies or shows if there is a gay, lesbian or trans character he always has a list of jokes he likes to make then blames them for ruining the character or the film/show even tho it’s obvious it’s just bad writing. He’s always commenting on how gay people dress like saying it’s wrong that men will wear feminine clothes or wear makeup but then always says that he don’t care if someone is straight or gay or trans so I’m just confused if he really is coz I remember one time I was talking to my cousin his niece about going clubbing with her and he butts in and says I better be careful and take protection in case I get a girl pregnant coz for some reason he thinks that if I drink I will magically stop being gay till I’m sober. And another time we was talking about kids I was asked how I would go about having kids and I said either surrogacy or adoption and after I said that he turned to my younger siblings and said “are you going to give me real grandkids” and I’m gonna be honest it genuinely hurt when he said that like I felt something inside me just crumbled but I didn’t t say anything and assumed it was one of his stupid joke but it genuinely hurt. So I just wanna know what u all think cuz I’m just not sure at this point.

Hey everyone. My partner and I are planning on moving and received a residential rental agreement in Wisconsin from a potential landlord, however, it is quite a bit different than the standard WI residential lease agreements that we have received in the past. A TurboTenant template was used and modified to generate the lease. We are looking for some quick advice on whether or not the following language / clauses should be of concern to us as tenants:
1) “Landlord shall have the right at all reasonable times during the term of this agreement to enter the Property for the purpose of inspecting and exhibiting the Property and all buildings and improvements thereon. In non-emergency situations, Landlord will make a good faith effort to notify Tenants at least 24 hours prior to entry by one of the following methods: telephone message, email message, or door hanger, and having made such good faith effort shall enter as necessary. In emergency situation, or of a repair is requested by the Tenants, Landlord is permitted to enter immediately without prior notice.”
2) “Tenants are required to notify the Landlord in writing of any anticipated absence from the Property in excess of 7 days and shall make arrangements for the Property to be routinely checked on during the absence. Such written notice must be provided no later than the first day of such absence. Landlord may enter the Property at any time for any reasonable purpose during Tenants’ absence.”
3) “Tenants are hereby notified that a negative credit report statement may be submitted to a credit reporting agency if Tenants fail to fulfill the terms if this Lease Agreement”
4) “The Tenants are entrusted with the care and maintenance of the rented Property during the term of the lease. Specifically, the Tenants are responsible for promptly addressing minor maintenance tasks and repairs that arise in the course of occupancy. These tasks may include, but are not limited to:
a. Routine cleaning and upkeep of the interior of the Property, including floors, walls, and fixtures.
b. Please be mindful that the kitchen is fitted with laminate flooring. To prevent any potential expansion, we kindly ask that you ensure the floor remains dry at all times. Promptly attending to any spills or moisture will help preserve the condition of the flooring material.
c. Regular replacement of light bulbs, and air filters, as needed.
d. Minor repairs to plumbing fixtures, such as fixing leaks or clearing clogs caused by normal usage.
e. The rental unit is equipped with a range, over-the-range microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator, washer, and dryer for the convenience of Tenants. It is the responsibility of Tenants to ensure the proper maintenance, care, and cleanliness of these appliances throughout the duration of the tenancy. Tenants are responsible in reporting any malfunctions to the Landlord in a timely manner.
f. Proper disposal of trash and recycling in accordance with local regulations.
g. The Tenants are responsible for upholding cleanliness standards around the Property, including ensuring that no items are left outside and discouraging loitering on the Property. It is expected that the Tenants take proactive measures to maintain the tidiness and appearance of the Property at all times.
h. Tenants are not permitted paint anything including but not limited to walls, ceiling, cabinets or any Property.
i. Tenants shall maintain proper humidity to not facilitate growth of mold or mildew.
j. Tenants are allowed to hang pictures, clocks, and other decorative items on the walls of the rental unit. However, it is important to note that all decorations must be removed and the walls restored to their original condition upon the termination of the Lease Agreement. This includes filling any holes or damages caused by hanging the items. Failure to return the walls to their original state may result in deductions from the security deposit or additional charges for repair and restoration.
k. The Tenants agree to maintain the lawn and landscaping of the Property in a neat and orderly condition throughout the term of the lease, which includes regular mowing, watering, weeding, and trimming of grass, shrubs, and trees. The Tenants are responsible for providing all necessary equipment and materials for lawn maintenance unless otherwise agreed upon in writing by the Landlord. If the Tenants are unable or unwilling to perform lawn maintenance, the Landlord reserves the right to arrange for professional lawn care services at the Tenant's expense. The Tenants shall promptly report any lawn care issues or concerns to the Landlord for resolution. Furthermore, the Tenants agree to ensure that the lawn and landscaping are maintained in accordance with local ordinances and regulations to prevent fines or penalties imposed by the city or relevant authorities.
l. Tenants take responsibility of snow maintenance during winter months and agrees to ensure the safe passage and usability of driveways on the Property. This includes promptly arranging for snow removal and salting or sanding of walkways and driveways following snowfall or icy conditions. The Tenants agree to assist in snow maintenance efforts by promptly reporting any snow or ice accumulation that poses a safety hazard to the Landlord for prompt resolution.
m. Tenants shall not keep on the Property any item of a dangerous, flammable, or explosive character that might unreasonably increase the danger of fire or explosion on the Property, or that might be considered hazardous or extra hazardous by any responsible insurance company.”
Apologies for the length. Thanks in advance!

I was at work, where one of my co-workers brought up the statistic that over 5% of respondents in a poll believe that chocolate milk comes from brown cows. He claims that the people doubled down and asked whether such people deserve to be placed in a re-education camp. I paused before responding with a definitive "yes".
I noticed that Americans, in particular, express re-education camps as a very particular dystopian punishment. However, I noticed that some people express re-education as rehabilitation since attendees would be trained in skills to have better economic integration in society to prosper. Many Americans advocate for their prison system to be reformed into rehabilitation. I am not surprised that (re)-education would be regarded as a punishment since there is a literal sitcom titled Saved by the Bell.
As an aspiring show-runner of a comedy-drama, I think that a premise about re-education attendees in a technocratic future may or may not work. It has thematic questions, which is necessary for any story or arc. They are: "Is re-education rehabilitation or punishment? Can people be rehabilitated? Another question: Can people be rehabilitated? I got that idea for the latter from the hippie teacher in Beavis and Butthead being challenged (for the sake of comedy). Another question. The former is self-explanatory. I broader question is: Can technocracy fulfill consistent goals as implemented politics, despite its lack of an ideology? I got inspired by my mixed-feelings on technocracy because as someone who studied pharmaceutical sciences, I somewhat wish for humanity and economics to behave less irrationally.
For the characters, I have the facility commandant who gets challenged by both the attendees, who either show lacking progress or defiance, and the re-evaluations made by the changing procedures by the government. The attendees are a varying range of cranks: an easily manipulated poll taker who thinks chocolate milk comes from brown cows, a legit terrorist/conspirator, a "sovereign citizen", a NEET Reddit moderator requested by his parents to attend, a trucker displaced by automation, an underemployed, traveling lab tech seeking transfer credits to get more fitting positions. Each would only last at least one season. I got that idea from a statistic on how most Americans change jobs within 10 years; rendering The Office (at least the US version) unrealistic. I think it can have better settings by having optional, remote classes.
Before you ask, yes, I am aware of the overlap with Dead Poet's Society. I have not seen it beyond its most iconic scene that gets referenced. I watched a Qunton Reviews video on the career of disgraced showrunner Dan Schneider, in which he was in a forgotten sitcom Head of the Class about a gifted high school class and underemployed teacher. I have not watched it yet. I read that PIXAR refused to even read the premise to a Disney-only produced, mid-2000s straight-to-DVD Toy Story 3 to avoid unconsciously plagiarizing material. I am not sure if it is the correct way to avoid material similar to my premise. However, the Toy Story writers studied buddy comedies (and prison escape films for Toy Story 3) to identify common strengths to follow and avoid common weaknesses. Maybe I should catch up on many sitcoms and dramas. However, I work about 60 hours a week, so it is easier said than done. Even I am pushing a little behind (but not late) due to writing this.
Of course, I really appreciate even the harshest dismissal because former Simpsons co-writer and co-showrunner, in his co-authored memoir Springfield Confidential, stated that no amount of talented writers can save a fundamentally bad premise, referring to his first TV writing job at Nine to Five. I hope it is not as problematic as Mr. Enter's (infamous for complaining that Turning Red did not reference post-9/11 paranoia) novel and proposed independent series of kids running adult roles (people do not age backward).

From what I understand this is not legal in all states. In my state (PA) I have been advised that it is legal as long as I call it a "convenience fee" on the invoice.
I use Simple Practice and Stripe takes a fee (which I expect and am not arguing). It equals out to thousands of dollars per year. I know I can write it off but, I don't think it's inappropriate to give that fee to the client.
I am in my own therapy and my therapist, the owner of a group practice, charges me $41.46 for my $40 copay. My hairdresser also makes me pay this if I use a credit card.
Is anybody else doing this? Just looking for thoughts before I try to implement this and add it to my informed consent.

I was driving home this morning and For Us popped up and it made me really wish I could tell Tae to his face how much I love the song and the album and say 'thank you' for sharing it with us. Like I want him to know that I love it. Me. Not the faceless mass that is ARMY. And it made me think about the other songs that make me want to hold their face and make them look into my eyes while I say "THANK YOU". Obviously there are a lot, but here are a few that stick out:

• Joon and Look Here. No explanation needed. Teenie weenie mini.
• Jin and Super Tuna. I mean... Endless joy.
• Yoongi and Amygdala. I'm sure this will show up in the comments a lot. So raw and open. I want to thank Yoongi for writing, recording, and performing this song. And tell him to his face how many people were affected because of it.
• Hobi and Jack in the Box. Just the whole album. It must have been scary to release something different and so personal.
• Jimin and Set Me Free Pt 2. Again, so raw. Such a gift that he trusted us to open up that way. I want to hug him and make sure he knows.
• JK and Magic Shop. I don't think I could thank him enough for this and how it makes me feel. Welcomed, loved, understood. Getting teary just thinking about it.
• BTS and No More Dream. Thank you for debuting.

What is this song, or songs, for you? If you could look into a member or members or OT7's face(s). Or album or verse or melody? Silly that just makes you laugh and pulls you up when you need a hand, or something that touches your soul.

Hello!
Writing on behalf of my father. He has had issues sleeping for more than 2.5 decades and I believe it is contributing to some significant health issues.
65M, ~280 lbs, 6’
He appears to never get a restful nights sleep and wakes up naturally between 2 and 330 AM. He is typically in bed by 9 PM. When his sleep is extra bad (waking up at 1/130) he tends to dose off on the couch around 7PM.
He works a lot - he has a big wig corporate job during the week (not laborious) and merchandises frozen pizza on the weekends (moving pallets, cases of pizza, lots of bending down and physical movements). He has bad knees - both of which were replaced 15 years ago and I believe he is due for new ones. He has a history of blood clots and is on blood thinners. Previously smoked but hasn’t since his knee surgeries. He stopped drinking last August but wasn’t a super heavy drinker prior (2-3 drinks a week). He is overweight and has trouble moving around - often gets stiff if he sits too long. He holds his weight in his belly and face/neck.
Other info: Severe ADHD (untreated) Takes bupropion for anger (? I take for anxiety) Have noticed he seems trip more lately - unsure if this means anything or not His diet isn’t great, he eats a lot of red meat and in general slightly large portions but has developed a sweet tooth he didn’t previously have as much (hormones?) Recently prescribed phentermine, to be started this week. He was on this previously with no weight change I think he might be on folic acid but I need to confirm He feels his memory has gotten worse in the last 5 years (I agree but nothing concerning to me, just seems like normal aging)
Trying to think of what else I’m missing..
I feel like he may have a hormone issue due to the poor long term sleep hygiene. I don’t know if it’s a cortisol issue or insulin resistance or what but his blood work is always normal. I know that now his weight probably contributes to his sleep issues but I believe his weight is a result of the long term lack of sleep (he was never a small guy, but didn’t have a weight issue until the last 10 or so years with it being most severe in the last 3). He needs to be tested for sleep apnea as well. Family history of diabetes, dementia/Alzheimer’s, cancer. He is active everyday (walking) and does a good job of getting adequate levels of water intake. He is a generally happy and positive guy that doesn’t tend to get stressed unless it’s a family issue. He’s been on a particularly bad stretch of no sleep and he is exhausted - I’m desperate to help him, I’m scared his life is being shortened
Im concerned about him and want to help him get healthy. I have been doing a lot of research and I wondered if something like inositol would be beneficial? What about glp-1 meds (sadly our insurance doesn’t cover but want thoughts)? What blood tests should he be asking for? What other information can I provide to help?

So tomorrow (Thursday) is kindergarten graduation (finally omg!) We still have assigned school days on Friday and Monday. The majority of parents have been frustrated by this because they don’t see the point in bringing them those last two days after graduation. They’re planning trips and want to celebrate with family and friends. My team and I agree! There’s nothing for them to do anyway. Grades were due last Wednesday, report card comments have been turned in, we finished all curriculum, got every student MAP tested, submitted RTI paperwork, finished ABC Countdown— we’re done!
So rather than answering the same question a million times, we wrote a ClassDojo letter together stating that, “Per conversations with families, we understand that many students will not be returning after graduation. We are preparing to formally say goodbye to teachers and friends the morning of graduation. Friday and Monday will be spent cleaning out our classrooms for summer break. Students present those days will be together in one of our Kinder classrooms so they aren’t alone. They’ll be playing with centers and doing small activities with that teacher. We wish everyone safe travels and happy summer break!”
Well, here’s the drama: a parent, in my class of course, called the office this afternoon complaining that “the kinder teachers are saying there’s no school on Friday and Monday.” That’s simply just not true. I had admin call me angrily and then rush to me asking to see the post on Dojo. My AP scoffed and said that it’s illegal to post things like that and say there’s no school when there is. I asked her to read it again and to show me where we said that. She wouldn’t. She kept going on about it being illegal. She did make all of us remove the post though. Whatever, that’s fine, no big deal. I get it. Then, after talking to all of us individually she sends out an email to all of us in Kinder saying that we need to apologize and rectify the situation. Rectify what???
Now I’m pretty pissed because 1) that’s not what we said in the first place. 2) we already removed the posts, and 3) what are we even apologizing for????!!!!
Were we in the wrong for writing the letter?

My car a 2017 Audi started having transmission troubles last February and so I took it to a mechanic in town who is the only shop certified to work on European cars. I live in a small area and we have no Audi dealerships so I would have to tow it around 200 miles to the nearest one. When I took it in one of the workers took a look at it asked some questions and gave me a copy of a form stating the issues and a quote for the inspection on the issue. I gave it a few weeks followed up got a runaround and that’s what it has essentially been ever since. I know it’s pretty bad on me to leave it but at the time I was in a bad spot financially so didn’t have many options to take it elsewhere. About 7 months after the runarounds and getting into arguments with the owner I filed complaints with the BAR and Better business bureau which were settled when the owner and I agreed he would get it fixed and I would only pay for parts. About a month after that I get a call saying he has to just replace the whole transmission. Ok no problem he asked for a deposit which I sent and asked for a receipt which he never gave. Now he claims he just has little parts he has to replace but that he was waiting on them to arrive tells me he’ll get on it when they arrive that was two weeks ago he already told me he has the parts but when I go to check in since he no longer answers the phone my car hasn’t moved from the spot outside his shop. I plan on towing it to Audi but is there any grounds to sue or is it worth it? I’m still making payments on the car to make it worse. Sorry for the lengthy explanation just looking for advice before I take my car and possibly contact a lawyer.