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Red brick castles stacked the suburban streets. Divided by side yards and dogs barking. The sun laid crisp over the spliced horizon, spilling yolk over the withering lawns.
Henry waited in his lawn chair beside the mailbox. As his body had taken recent liberties, he'd remained fit from his army training. His throat rumbled as he checked his silver watch. Finally, the postman flushed the corner, and stumbled to Henry's curb, to his bag, then to his letter.
"...you're late, Lenny," Henry pulled his readers.
Lenny, the paperboy, regained his choppy breath. Coke-bottle glasses stored his tortoise eyes. They surveyed the concrete corridor they called Gerben Street, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bronson, I really am. I never meant to keep you waiting... I'm sorry, Henry."
Henry didn't answer the boy, tore the envelope with ape's elegance. Pranced the script of his lover's ink. The letter had traveled from Paris, France, skidded the black waves of the Atlantic Ocean, hitched buses, bikes, and buggies, all to kiss the smooth of Henry's palms.
The words were from his lover, Amélie, he'd met at war in an escapade to Bordeaux. It was here he'd kissed her cherry cheeks, and they'd made love only a year before.
Amélie talked of finer things, life and love and silver tastes. She yearned for Henry, and hadn't taken a lover since. Sleeping all alone, cold as the sleepy ocean in between them.
Love,
Amélie
Those four letters, strung together. Followed by that name, that haunted, horrible, beautiful name. The music of Henry's life, a distant harp in a sway of windy trees.
Henry spent all night beneath a dancing candle. Scribbling, nixing, finding the perfect words. Rifling through Shakespeare, and Plath, and Wilde. It was at the page's end, Henry wrote, what he knew he'd write in the weeks and weeks before:
"Oh, Amélie, won't you visit me? Here in the States? I know you don't like the food. I don't either, but with each other, me with you, and you with me, we'll ever, never notice."
He entered the post office that morning, and his reply was off to France. The weeks and weeks had passed again, crawling to November's end. Henry waited by that same mailbox, and waited, and waited, but nothing arrived in the days after.
He entered the post office that cold evening, and met the clerk, who's eyes tired with crescent glints. Henry demanded his mail be delivered to him, scolding the patient clerk, providing his address thereafter.
The clerk, a powdered, faded beauty of a woman, "we had a change in paperboys. We're putting a new employee on that route by Gerben Street."
"Oh no, that's a shame," Henry dampened. He enjoyed the paperboy, Lenny, and his weekly company. He'd felt shame for their final, frustrated exchange. The clerk retreated to a backroom, and returned with a letter from France.
Henry couldn't help himself. He ripped and ripped the note naked. Read the first and fourth and tens of lines.
"There isn't a night I don't think of you. I wander stars wondering if you do too. Your touch, your breath, your arms. I receive the memory fondly in a summer's dream, and I don't forget a word you've said along the way. I love you, Henry Bronson. And this ocean, though far and wide, won't stop the heart from sailing. Because our children will know silver dreams too, and what parents we'd be to not make them true. You are the love of my life. The music of my night.
I'll arrive in Savannah on the evening of Christmas Eve.
Love,
Amélie"
The words strummed his chest. Henry rose his eyes to the world anew, because Amélie, his beloved Amélie——was coming to visit at last.
Henry was paralyzed in weeks to come. His lawn, unattended, his sink, stacked with dishes. He stared his only photo of Amélie, smiling at her blushed eyes for hours and hours and hours. In this love he'd been born again, a new meaning in every little thing.
It was finally time——Christmas Eve. Snow peppered the sheets of the crystal tarmac. Henry entered the airport, propelled by the stride of anxious confidence. He coursed the halls, until he'd arrived at the final gate:
PARIS, FRANCE [ARRIVING IN 4 MINUTES]
Minutes became years, years decades. He walked to the bar and asked for a glass of water. Flushed his throat with fretting sips, and noticed the custodian who mopped spilled coffee. A familiar face, though, Henry couldn't pin him. He approached, and to his surprise, it was the old paperboy, Lenny.
They shared a laugh and began to catch up. Henry's eyes flirting with the gate:
[ARRIVING IN 2 MINUTES]
Lenny rambled, "they canned me without warning, right before the holidays. I've struggled to make due, but——I guess it's all worked out okay," he paused, "funny enough——I was en route to deliver on your street before I got the call. Gerben Street, right?"
[ARRIVING IN 1 MINUTE]
Henry's heart thumped like a derby horse. He glanced the snow that flaked the window.
"Yeah, Gerben."
"Gerben, yeah, I thought I remembered," Lenny nodded, "you know, Mr. Bronson, I think I left your letter in my backpack, actually. Would you like me to check?"
"Sure."
Lenny was off, and as he left, Frenchmen, women, and decadent Americans flooded the gate's entrance. Pulling luggage, sighing stretches, lending hugs. Henry watched carefully for his cherry, silver dream. To each face, he paid his attention. Lenny nudged Henry, handed over the envelope.
"Thanks," Henry took the note, "Merry Christmas... I'll see you around, I hope."
"Sure," Lenny shuddered in embarrassment. His somber step parted from Henry, he replied with a mumbled, "Merry Christmas."
In the later minutes, Henry didn't see Amélie, or even a confused resemblance. He waited till the plane was empty, till the Spain-bound passengers began to board. He even checked the desk, where a pretty-faced lady exclaimed, "no Amélie here, I'm sorry." With great disappointment, Henry exited the airport, never leaving the sight of his fluttered feet.
Even for Henry, a man of hope and perseverance, it was too hard not to cry. He hailed a taxi, directed the driver with snotty tremble, and soon enough, he was home in his red brick house, at home where the houses stacked the streets, and the streets tickled with frost.
In that dark room, where Henry wrote Amélie, was where the music died. Where the wind had swallowed the galloped harp. Henry cried, cursed himself a fool. A fool, a fool, a fool. He'd hoped as a child, now damned a hopeless recluse. His sorrow turned to confusion, confusion to frustration, frustration to rage anew.
He leapt from his chair, struck a match, lit a wick, plucked a pen, placed his paper, and before the ink would paint the page, before he'd damn Amélie to Hell, her and her cherry cheeks, he remembered the letter the paperboy had given him.
Henry removed the crumpled letter from his coat, peeled the stick of the envelope. Slipped the letter from its sleeve, pulled his readers, and began to prance the ink in reading.
Amélie, again, talked of finer things. Gifts, and gods, and golden fountains.
She couldn't wait any longer, to meet her beloved Henry.
She couldn't sleep another night, with this space between.
The black waves, the buses, bikes and buggies. All the things from her to he.
It should not wait. No, it could not wait any longer.
Henry dabbed his eyes clear and clean, as he read the final words:
"Henry, oh, Henry, I never meant to keep you waiting. You never quite knew what you meant to me."
Henry lowered his eyes to the page's end, to the bottom of the longing letter:
Love,
Yours Truly,
Lenny

Prelude (of sorts): The lies we tell ourselves
A dimly lit rooftop and alcohol were possibly among the worst combinations in the universe, but Sarissa didn't care, part because she could see in the dark and part because most alcohol barely affected her.
The latter was turning out to be more of a bane than a boon.
An old notebook was open in her lap a few tiny embers of starlight dancing over the text, highlighting the relevant places. Back when she had been re-learning her spells this notebook had served as an impromptu spellbook. One of the spells being the rite she used to etch the names of the lost memories on the stone. For all the crudeness of the rite, it was very straightforward with very little margin of error. Take the names of those lost remnants she encountered and carve them into stone. More might have been involved, but that more might not have altered the spell.
The name Sarissa, with surname and all relevant titles was one of the first on the stone.
Were hundreds of years of memories a fiction or something stolen from a far better woman? How much of her was just a fake? She wanted to know.
Memory tea, several different attempts of scrying all were naught in determining what she was or what really happened. They had only managed to reveal one thing. That the remnants, the voices in the dark had called her a monster.
But would such a monster, something born of the dark care as much as she did. That caring was what made her get involved, try to fight or solve things. For hundreds or years Sarissa of Old did that and she had continued in the same way after escaping the dark.
Another lie, although a smaller one.
For a while the witch had lived a quieter life. Still one of magic, but one less about kicking this or fixing that. An happier time, but over time she started pushing people away and well then the Universe remembered she existed and good people paid for it. At least she made the bloodsuckers pay for every drop of blood taken, every life twisted.
Both the wind and night seemed to try to caress her, but the witch just ignored them. Back during those events she lost dear friends, managing to save one didn't change the fact that she killed another herself.
It couldn't go on that way, not anymore. The witch knew that given time some other trouble would happen and with that the "Sarissa mode" would be back, locking her into again some cycle of saving someone while continuing to pretend.
There was one more idea in her mind, a bit risky ritual that could help in revealing who she truly was, she would need to improvise it, but it was the final option. If she turned out to be some fiend of the dark, it was not going to matter anyway.

May 2020: I treated him coldly after he laughed off my story of experiencing an awarding ceremony mishap where my name was mentioned but someone else's face was on the screen (this already happened to me multiple times: First incident, my certificate stated "his" instead of her. Second incident, it stated "1st place" instead of 1st runner up.) So I(15F) finally decided to end the (1 year) mutual understanding with him(16M). We still had little to no conversations. Until I slowly started to realize that breaking up with him was the worst move.
First Week of December 2022: We had a group project, we (just friends 17F and 18M) originally planned to be grouped together until, his friend asked him to be grouped with him because his friend didn't want to be with people he doesn't know. Without telling us about it (only him and his girl best friend knew), he tried to group the rest of the members with his girl best friend because he trusts her. I asked him what happened and he never replied, ghosted me for a week.
Last Week of December 2022: I was doubting (because he has girl best friends) but still tried to get back with him, he agreed and we've fallen for each other all over again. Fast forward to a few months, I opened up about being jealous of his girl best friends, he accepted and didn't say anything about it.
Additional detail: We would take the ride home together. He recently revealed to me that he had been going back to school (20-30 minute ride, and as much as possible, he likes taking the 1.5km walk going to and coming back from school) for his track and field training. After training, he's all sleepy and whole body hurts. I surprised him with a mini ice pack but he barely used it. I was unaware that my concerns became words and actions that started downgrading him where he already stopped liking track and field. Due to what happened and being busy in college, he barely joined trainings again.
He had a big competition where they had to get up early in the morning so he had to sleepover at his friend's house. My best friend was also there, she chatted me that she couldn't sleep and I told her she can ask him(my now BF) for help but she was still too shy to ask. My best friend felt uncomfortable around the other guys, he volunteered to watch over her. He started to think how awkward things got and felt uncomfortable around my best friend. I used his girl best friends against the situation and he admitted that compared to my best friend, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable if it was his girl best friends. Now all he remembers is that I ruined his competition day.
May 2023: I wasn't allowed to attend prom because I had strict parents. He also planned to not go but during the very last minute, he was forced by his parents because it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. My last chat to him was to enjoy and his last chat was a thank you for allowing him to go and a sorry for breaking his promise that he wouldn't go without me.
June 2023: I asked "Did you drank during prom?", he suddenly got all defensive and it took him a day before he admitted that he was invited to drink in a room with 1 guy friend, 1 girl best friend and 4 other girls, without telling me (because he knew I would get mad). His statements were "He knows his tolerance level." "He only went with them as a pay back because we're all going to college already."
August 2023: We're enjoying our lunch and I randomly saw a notification popped up, it was from his girl best friend. I asked him what he could do about it but he said "His girl best friends came first before me and they were there during his hardest times, especially when we broke up."
November 2023: Every time we would argue, as a fight or flight response, I would bring up our unresolved prom issue and he would start questioning if all the sacrifices and efforts he had given and been giving will never be enough just because of the issue, kept asking me to forgive and forget. Then we came up with the plan to tell my parents about our relationship.
Additional detail: We went out during November and I had a curfew to reach home by 5. He convinced me to stay longer, but I started worrying that I'll be scolded once I reach home. We were buying food, I really didn't know which one to choose and ended up giving the staff a silent treatment which I'm really ashamed of. And I was also scolded for violating the curfew time. Now all he remembers from that day is my silent treatment.
December 2023: All was going according to his plan, he bought presents during their family trip. But I screwed up the very last minute, asked him if he's really prepared, because of my doubts he called off the confession as well.
May 2024: We're arguing over everything in a never ending cycle. He called me sexist for wanting him to be the one to face my parents. I had to convince him to come with me and I'll do the talking (planning to confess in the upcoming month). Now, he's still passing the responsibility to me, expects me to do it on my own.
Additional detail: He called me emotional, said my rants had been draining him, so I had to promise that I'll stop sharing the littlest things that's happening in my life. Once I started sharing stories (turning into rants) again, he would break up with me, saying that the only way I can get back with him is to face my parents on my own.
TLDR: I(15F) broke up with him(16M), got back together after 2 years. Due to unresolved issues and traumas, we're(18F 19M) now stuck in a never ending cycle of unintentionally destroying each other. I really hope we could still fix the relationship :( Would appreciate all the thoughts and advices, thank you in advance!!

*Trigger warning: Mention of Self Harm*
Apologies if this post seems long, but I really need some outside perspective. I (25F) recently broke up with my ex (26M) after a decade together because I had committed self-harm. We have one child together (6moF), and since the incident happened, I have been in intensive therapy to receive help with my mental health.
While I was in the hospital, he served me with custody papers for our daughter. I was hurt and upset by it, but I understood where it was coming from, so I never made a big deal about it. But after some talking, we agreed to an informal agreement that allows me to see her on weekends at his place.
Here is where I need some advice. During Mother's Day weekend, his mother (who never liked me) came over to his apartment uninvited and let herself into his building with the access code given to her for emergencies. Then she banged on the door and once she was inside, she began yelling and cussing all bad words at me (though that doesn't hurt my feelings in the slightest) because I am used to her bitterness and hatred towards me. I find it hilarious because she has been a HORRIBLE mother to her son.
Once she saw me, she went to assault me (she tried yanking my hair, but only was able to rip the scarf off of my head) and yelling that I needed to get out. He is the only one underneath his lease and told her that wasn't going to happen, and she needed to go. He tried explaining our situation we have for our daughter, but it was falling on deaf ears. After she touched me, though I am taller than her by a lot, I stood up and cussed back at her. Mostly saying to not touch me and ripping her a new one about how poor of a mother she's been to him for years (which I know struck a chord because my ex mentioned it later in a different conversation, he had with her).
I was so mad and told him that while I could press charges on her for touching me, I chose not to BECAUSE that is his mother. I do not care nor want a relationship with that woman. All I care about is maintaining a good co-parenting relationship with my ex for the sake of our daughter. It already hurts because I went from seeing her every day to only on weekends, but I know my actions have consequences and these are mine.
However, another incident occurred that made me want to reach out to the world of Reddit. Today, my ex called to inform me that, my former boss and his new landlord, told him that she saw me out today. She threatened him to say that if he doesn't stop letting me come over, then she will go to court to have him evicted. (NOTE: My former boss is friends with his mother)
I told him that she is doing some illegal shit here and he needs to contact corporate about it because not only has she said this to him but she's been telling his mother about "noise complaints" that he's had since moving in. (NOTE: These accusations are baseless because the old woman above him has been doing it since he moved in.)
I expressed my grievances with him and told him that he needs to put his foot down and set boundaries with his mother and the landlord. I told him that he needs to be direct and firm, but also save to get a different place because his mother helped him get this apartment. I feel like she wants to make him so co-dependent on her because most of his bills are already underneath her name, too. I am not trying to make the situation more complicated. I just want to see my child and be on good terms with her father.
I need advice because I do not know how to help him, and I do not want him feeling more stressed out than what the people around him are already doing. Please offer me some advice so I can pass that along to him as well because we are both trying to move on and be good parents to our child, but his family and the landlord are making it more about themselves than the baby.

My best friend of over 20 years + I had an intense fight on the phone last week. It certainly has not been our first fight but it was (in my opinion) the worst that we've had so far. Things have been good between us lately, we hang out and have fun together. We call each other on the phone and share tons of stuff about our lives with each other, both good and bad. We joke and laugh over text about things together.
Last week my best friend called me and immediately I could tell that they were having a rough week. They mentioned at the beginning of the call that they were having a challenging week at work and their romantic partner who has previously dumped them twice came around with a gift trying to make amends which was really confusing for them. I listened and offered advice and support + generally let them vent. The conversation shifted towards discussing a creative project that we have been working on together for about 6 years. For some dumb reason, I mentioned that I thought they were being "tweaky" and that it might not ever get done. I still feel that way, but I can see now how that was a cheap shot on my part considering how much of an emotional week my friend was having.
It escalated into a yelling match on the phone and that phone call went on for 4.5 hours. I kept trying to get off the phone but they insisted that we work it out. Eventually, the call ended and we didn't speak for about a week.
In that time, I sent a short email apologizing for what I said on the phone about the "tweaky" stuff and saying that I wanted to set a new boundary where I could be allowed to exit a yelling match until we were both more calm.
I got a return email. It was 35 pages long. It went into extreme detail about all of these things that I've done in my life that were problematic for my friend. They brought up romantic relationships of mine from 10+ years ago and my fears of COVID during the pandemic. They brought up a lot of stuff about my money habits, even breaking down what they thought that I spent this past year and speculating (incorrectly) about how much money I have in the bank. Their main point with all of this was to show me what a mess I am even though I've been in therapy for 3 years and am currently in a good live-in relationship and no longer afraid of COVID.
I do admit to dumping a ton of drama on them over the years with relationships and also admit to being terrified of COVID pre-therapy. All that stuff was problematic for them. But I've worked hard on myself with two therapists the past few years and I'm in a much better place. Also we've talked about all of that and I've apologized. It's not the first time that they brought it all up, which is why I started therapy in the first place. I thought that we were past all of this stuff and none of it was related to our actual fight this week.
Side note on the money stuff that they brought up: I've loaned them thousands of dollars in the past and even recently they asked to borrow more money from me when they were laid off, but somehow are still taking me to task on my money habits?
Basically, it's incredibly painful, but I don't feel like I want to be friends with them anymore. I don't think it was cool to bring up all this stuff from my past (that I've worked on fixing) and throw it in my face just to seemingly try to hold a position of superiority over me in a fight that wasn't related to the issues that they brought up.
Also the keeping track of my money thing is weird and creepy to me.
I feel like I won't be able to tell them anything personal in the future if we do stay friends out of a fear of it being used against me at a later date. So to me, the trust feels like it has been broken.
Also, I've never sent a laundry list to someone in a fight, like is that even cool to do at all? It feels punitive like I'm being punished or something.
For what it's worth, I didn't call them names or cuss at them in the emails but they cussed a bunch at me in their email and called me an a**hole.
Am I overreacting to end a 20+ year friendship because of this?

So, I'm a "white knight" on a couple of the facebook pages I use. No longer though - ran into a major issue. I clearly pissed off a scammer by calling them out , fearing that they'd scam honest people. My grandparents were scammed pretty severely so it holds a special place in my heart to stop these idiots from stealing peoples' money. Well, every single morning , from 2am - 6am , conveniently the meat of my sleep before work.. I've been receiving spam calls from the same person on several different numbers.. assuming they're google voice numbers. They'll call me, sit there in silence, then text me a "threatening" set of emojis.. skulls crossbones, a red X, money symbols, my address and full name with my relative's names. "A lot to lose... " With an hourglass symbol. Clearly they're trying to scare me into thinking my life's in danger, and I'm sure that they're going to try to get me to pay them off. Or, if not I just made them mad and they decided to harass me daily. They're clearly trying to call me while I'm asleep to bother me and to screw me out of my sleep. It's causing me to have to silence my alarms and use an alternative alarm, and it's really pissing me off. I've researched how to go about reporting google voice accounts ... "Local law enforcement" There's no way in hell that my local PD is going to go through the steps to subpoena their information. And even if they did, I know these scammers just spoof peoples' numbers anyway. So, it appears that I'm going to have to get creative. Any tips, anti-scams anyone wants to try to help me out with ? Getting really annoying.

I recently closed on my first house. I had included service line coverage in my home owners insurance primarily to protect against any surprises in the sewer line given the property is 60 years old (though no sewer line concerns were noted in the inspection report).
I just had a plumber out to fix a slow floor drain (which was simply crud built up over the years), but he checked out my main line too and found standing water about 70 feet down the line, obstructed by roots. He was able to clear the roots, solving the immediate problem. He noted that the lines seem to generally be in decent condition, barring the roots(???), and that I have quite a long line at roughly 95 feet.
I asked my insurance broker if a permanent fix would be covered under my policy and she said she was not sure. She called the claims department, but they said I would need to file a claim in order to get a straight answer.
She said the claim being denied would not harm my insurance premiums, but I wanted to do some more research before proceeding.
Namely: 1. How likely is it that my insurance would cover repair (such as relining the sewer line)? 2. Are there any gotchas with filing a claim and having it denied?

Now don’t get me wrong! It’s still a DARK and GRIDDY masterpiece with tons of emotional depth and amazingly deep characters. I still remember crying when Emile (I think that’s his name, the one with the blue armor) tossed me out of that covenant supercarrier before sacrificing himself to stop the covenant from taking Reach. And his death was ironic because he was the big guy and he died from the big explosion. Anyways, I had revisited the game after breaking away from the EVIL and GREEDY Adolf343hitler industries and their newest holocaust known as Halo: Infinite, I cannot believe that they forced me to play 3 years worth of playtime in that disgusting game (I hate it so much it’s so WOKE and POLITICAL they added Women’s history month stuff [uniconic]) and went back to good ol’ underrated gem Halo: Reach. While playing this masterpiece I realized that’s even after playing halo since 1877 (I’m a bit of an OG) I had missed something. The Elites weren’t as caked up as the Halo:CE elites 😱😨. So with this revelation I think it’s safe to say that while Halo: Reach is a very underappreciated masterpiece devoid of any form of flaw or failure, it’s lack of large alien posteriors compared to the older halo games is truly a travesty and thus I cannot call it fully perfect 🙁

I 21M met this girl 21F right at the end of the school year and I think we really hit it off. I really enjoy texting her and facetiming her and we share lots of similar interests and hold the same values. I really like talking to her and I think she’s really funny on top of being absolutely beautiful. The problem is that she is back home for the summer (which is 4hrs away from me) and we’ve only been able to text, facetime, and play games online together.
I know that the best way to make a girl disinterested is to keep things online and never meet up in person so I asked her to hang out in a month when she came back for a week. Things are going well and I think that we share the same feelings about each other as well which is great. We’re always very flirty with each other and we’ve both shown clear intentions of possibly wanting to be more than friends one day. The thing is that one day when we were texting she brings up the idea of me driving over and meeting up with her to hang out. I got excited at the idea of seeing her so I said yes, and asked her if she’d be willing to meet me at a city nearby to her (which was an hour away from her) as a sort of “meet halfway” (even though I’d still be driving 3 hours.) And she said she would love to, even calling off of work that day to hang out with me.
I think she also really likes me back and I’m looking forward to seeing her but I just can’t help but think that I might have done the wrong thing. In the moment I wasn’t thinking about this but we’ve really only known each other for a little over 2 weeks. And this act of driving so far to see her might reek of desperation. I just feel like I should have just waited for our meet up in a month instead of trying to hang out as soon as possible like I did here. Not to mention that we’d be hanging out from 2-8pm which is a lot of time and maybe too much.
I just really like this girl and I feel like she’s really special so I don’t want to miss out on the chance to connect with her since text and facetime only interactions might get boring.

My daughter is starting kindergarten this Fall and we are thrilled she was accepted to a dual language immersion program. We also recently learned she has autism level 1. She was just diagnosed a few weeks ago and we are still figuring out next steps.
She struggles with responding when her name is called, tantrums, following directions and focus issues. However, she is such a smart kid and always makes us smile and truly does catch us off-guard with her insight.
Her recent autism diagnosis is not a cognitive impairment, so I know mentally she is capable of handling the load of a dual immersion program- but concerned if she has the focus and ability to manage jumping into an alternate language for 8 hours per day.
Has anyone with autism went through a dual language program? What was your experience?

One of the daughters in a very large family is known throughout her town for her Rube Goldberg like inventions to do everyday chores. Because she is always creating inventions to get our of doing work, her family and everyone else in town calls her "Lazy Susan" (her first invention was named after her because she got sick of passing food at dinner time and having to wait forever to eat). Every episode is her getting into some adventure because someone has asked her to create some type of invention that somehow causes chaos in her town.

Apologize in advance this is extremely long.
So the moral of the story is I finally found a name that actually makes me happy. It's been a few months now, and I am beyond grateful to my friends, especially my teachers.
Now, when it comes to family, it's complicated. It's always complicated when it comes to certain things. I had told my mom first in my family, and she didn't have anything apposing to say about my name. I understand that it would be a lot to transition to because the name wasn't normal by social standards. My name, by the way, is Lafontaine, which fits so well with my middle and last names.
I had tired of telling my brother, but he had laughed it off and just walked away. I tried again, and he just tiredly said okay and walked away again. So I kind of just gave up and didn't think about it much; my brother rarely called me by my dead name anyway.
I was still concerned about how he felt about the name, as much as I was concerned about him knowing I was non-binary. I came out as non-binary to everyone in my family, but was worried about my brother's response, mainly because of his past responses regarding trans people. He had both a lesbian friend and a friend who had been dating a trans woman. He would let his lesbian friend smoke with him and hang out, but the moment he found out that his other friend was dating a trans woman, he dropped them and refused to smoke and hang out with him. He thought that it was "disgusting." So I was on the fence about bringing something up like that, knowing his views.
So fast forwarding to today, we were in the car on the way home, and my mom kept dead-naming me the entire way there. Both days have passed since I first told my mom about my name. Like I said, she didn't seem to be bothered by it; she just understood that it was going to take some time to get used to it. Of all the days that went by, she would only use it once in a way that sounded more condescending when I corrected her, and then she just completely stopped calling me that and just called me a different name, which was pumpkin, something that she called me a lot. But it made me realize that she'd rather call me Pumpkin and never call me by that name, and that made me feel some type of way.
So when I corrected her in the car regarding my name, my brother quite literally gave me a lecture. My mother had hopped out of the car and gone to the store, so she left me alone with him. He practically told me that my dead name is my name, and that's it. My mother birthed me, and she named me, so that's my name. She is also not obligated to use a name that I'm comfortable with, and I shouldn't want to change my name because there's nothing wrong with it. He asked me why I changed my name, and I said just because I wanted to; he said it's deeper than that, and so I told him I didn't like it because it was girly, and I guess I shouldn't have expected him to understand that because he said, Oh, other people have that name too. And just because I like girls, I shouldn't have to change my name.
I was baffled and honestly pissed, because what does my liking for girls have to do with the fact that I changed my name? I and he kept going back and forth, and by the time my mom came back, I was just over it. He was saying how it didn't make much of a difference because we are family, and they're allowed to call me by my dead name, but if it was a stranger, he'd get it. He tried saying that I need to be more comfortable in myself even though I've been trying for 7 years hasn't gotten me anywhere but just suffering in the fact I'm being called something that I hate. He didn't see how that was a problem. He was saying a nickname would have been better, which defeats the purpose completely, because I would still be called my dead name and I wouldn't want to be!!!!
I said how disrespectful that sounded for not just respecting my choices, even when he said he loved me and that he's my brother.
After we arrived home, he was like, I'm not calling you Lafontaine, and I'm not going to call you your dead name. I just told him, Don't talk to me, because if you can't address me as anything, then what's the point of talking to me? And he was like, You know what? I'm just going to call you by your dead name. I gave up and told him just don't talk to me in general if that's the case. My mother hadn't said anything regarding this.
I'm still trying to understand if I'm really the problem if I haven't really been communicating well.. Because when it comes to my mother I wouldn't be pushing so hard if I hadn't already knew the fact that she doesn't take these things seriously, and it hurts my fucking feelings everything I try to express to her it's a joke. It seems like pushing so hard to my brother is being fussy if anything she hasn't even tried. I could give a whole list on why I doubt my mother so much. I wish my brother could have responded differently even if that's his way of saying he loves me I'd rather him not love me at all if this is how he wants to treat me.
I'm happy with my name now, I'm at peace with myself. I shouldn't have to feel like I need to change something for the comfort of others.

Hi everyone, hope you're well if you're reading this, and apologies for the long post.
I'm a white European guy (36) and have been with my Indian Fiancé (31) (originally from Kerala) for nearly 4 years now. Very much in love, and our relationship is nearly perfect when we are together. She has struggled with anxiety and depression for some time now, and it's reached an all time low now.
I'm sure you've probably guessed from the above sentence alone, but I was asked to be okay with keeping the relationship a secret from her parents and community, and I went along with this despite, honestly, seeing it as ludicrous. It was hand waived away as a cultural difference by my partner, and she was happy to keep the status quo for a while.
When we got engaged, she obviously told her parents, and the reaction was somewhat dramatic - I'm sure again, that if you're reading this, you can probably guess the events and behaviours without me going into them.
I wrote her family a letter, introducing myself and asking for their blessing, saying that I was looking forward to meeting them - this was met with further hostility. I'm a big believer in tackling problems head on, and wanted to simply knock on their door and have a conversation, but I was begged not to by my fiancé.
Life continued with its usual ups and downs, with attempts at interference by her cousins (one saying she should leave as I'm not Indian, another saying that a long-term illness I was suffering with meant she should leave me - the irony in two men who regularly cheat on their wives and families giving relationship advice about a couple they'd never met was somewhat funny), again I was begged not to say anything and I complied despite my anger at this.
I love her dearly, and would do near anything for her, and it breaks my heart to see her struggling with her mental health, things have gotten much worse recently.
Last week, out of nowhere, we had a call (she's currently in India with her mother), and she was completely broken and tried to break up with me, with no reason given. There's no other man, she still loves me, but "this is the best decision for her right now", said through sobs - I disagreed completely, I've been in enough relationships to know when things are going wrong and coming to an end, and we'd just spent a weekend together madly in love and having a great time. We spoke about getting her some more therapy, and our plans for the future etc., so this conversation came as quite a blow - I agreed to give her some time & space, and quite honestly, after this conversation I needed the same, I was so bitterly disappointed. Take away all of the family nonsense, and this is a near perfect relationship being chipped away at by utter bullshit.
I then made a decision (after consulting several of my own friends and family) - I love this woman, and I'm not giving up without a fight, if the relationship dies then at least I did what I felt was the right thing to do.
I wanted to just get the worst of her anxieties dealt with, something I should have done years ago. I decided after a few days of space, to go and meet her community at their church , and from there, I'd bring lunch around to her Dad and have a civilised conversation about everything - I didn't want her involved in the decision as I knew she'd back down and give in to fear.
I attended their service (asking for permission from the clergy to do so), was respectful, and met very many lovely people, I came away from this with an invite to a kids baptism, several phone numbers of new friends, and all around it was a great time, they wouldn't let me leave and were very hospitable. I ensured that I was humble, but was honest when asked who I knew there, and my reasons for attending (stating that my partner was worried I wouldn't fit it, and I was going to surprise her by having already been).
I then went and spoke with her father, who again, was very kind and gentle, we shared a laugh over several things, I apologised for my part in not meeting them sooner, but said that I'd had enough of the secrecy and would love to get to know the family better, and have bygones be bygones, I also apologised for turning up unannounced, that it wasn't my intent to be disrespectful and was in fact the opposite - so far so good.
My partner called me a few hours later, initially a little annoyed with me, but soon realised I was doing this to support her, and she thanked me for being 'courageous', and we reconciled, reaffirming our relationship and love for one another.
Cut to today, and again she's in massive amounts of turmoil, apparently despite the outward appearances of kindness, members of her community have been 'shaming' the mother who is hugely embarrassed by my actions (I'm in my late thirties, I don't need anyone's permission to go anywhere, nor do I think what I did was embarrassing at all), and is now exerting more pressure on my fiancé due to the shame of what I've done (I feel absolutely no shame for this). We haven't broken up, and I kept reasserting that, if we communicate, there's nothing we can't get past.
I feel that all of this is absolutely insane - I treat their daughter always with kindness, respect and love, have plans for a very wholesome future, have a great career, look after my own parents very well, etc., but I can't win for losing.
I show some guts, and its deemed as 'outrageous'. I stay quiet, and I still lose. I'm getting tired of dealing with this bullshit, I'm too old to be worried about what other people think of my relationship (that they know nothing about aside from my skin colour being different to my partners). But I do care deeply about my partner, she's everything to me.
I'm looking for advise from anyone who's been in a similar situation, my gut instinct is telling me I need to confront her mother when she returns as I feel it's about time that we all acted like rational adults about this, but I fear my fiancé is too fragile to cope with this. In the meantime, I'm trying to source a decent therapist for her, as I fear she nearing crisis point with her mental health (regardless if we end up apart, I want her to be well).
TL;DR: Indian fiancés parents and community interfering in my relationship with her, I can't seem to make any headway, advice and experience sought.
Thanks for reading friends!

Long story short I (27f) met this guy (27m) 2.5 years ago. Its been a long journey, we have ended things three times bc of lack of commitment and him not being completely over his ex (always being me who initially takes the decision). I left him for the last time, at the beginning of last year but we reconnected around 4 months ago and started dating again. We are exclusive, text literally everyday, go out on dates, call each other names, plan trips outside of the city.. but its not a relationship, since we are not bf/gf and even though we havent recently discussed it, he is not in a relationship mindset and problably wont be
The thing is... I've noticed everytime we go out, the next days we seems to be more distant. We sometimes argue when we meet, but even when that doesnt happen, the night could go perfectly well, and he is not gonna be as sweet or talktative as he usually is. I feel like he feels we might be getting too intimate and that pulls him away? ( we usually say ily, kiss, and say cute things while out, and we do have some drinks as well which makes everything more intense)... He then goes back to normal after a few days, and when its me who gets a little distant, he tries to know whats going on and starts being more present. I just dont get it though
Could you tell me why based on your masculine perspective?

Hi everyone
Just recently I have released my Act4 plus mod which is my first ever complete mod I have made. And now I am currently making a sequel of the mod. The mod will be called Doki Doki: Collapse, and just to let you know it's not gonna be as wholesome as the first one
That's pretty much it for now. I've just started making it a few days ago and I don't think it will be finished anytime soon

Hello,
I'll try and organize these thoughts as best as I can, but it's a little messy
My father has been named in an ongoing city foreclosure case as an "interested party" for a property that he does not own. My father and I have both called the city several times, and checked using the city's website several times, and he is not an owner of the property and has never had the property transferred to him. The property was originally owned by my grandfather on my mother's side, who sold the house to my uncles on my mother's side. The two uncles have joint ownership of the property. One of the uncles died several years ago. The remaining lleft the property abandoned and refused to pay property taxes.
As a result, the city is trying to foreclose on the property. Last year, my father received court papers in the mail because he has a "potential interest" in the property. After talking to one of the court officials involved in the case, they stated that he's only named just in case he wants to speak up and purchase the property himself because he has a potential interest. Other potential interests involved are: Unknown Heirs of my mother, Unknown Heirs of my grandfather, Unknown Heirs of my deceased uncle.
The court explained that my father isn't responsible if he doesn't want the property.
Time goes on, we get updates on the case in the mail, nothing directly involving us because again, my father does NOT own the property and does not want it whatsoever.
More time goes on and today he receives in the mail a notice of code violations for the property and that is had been condemned. The paper from the city talks as if he's a buyer of the property and he has to do x y and z to rehabilitate it and make a plan, or pay for the demolition, but again, he's not an owner of the property and he isn't receiving the property at all. A thing to note is that this notice says "You are receiving the enclosed condemnation violation notice and demolition order because you have recently obtained title to this property or an interest in this property"
Emphasis mine.
I double checked and he still does not have title to the property..the property still belongs to the uncles.
What do we do here? I'm gonna try and call the division of code enforcement for the city in the morning, but what's the deal here? Why is he dragged into all of this nonsense still?

Hello! This is my first time posting on here. I appreciate any and all feedback anyone can give me!
There's a little bit of context I want to give before I lay out the story, but it is all relevant:
My husband M35 (I will call him PK) and I F31 work at a private school together. He is the principal of the school and I am the secretary. Part of our salary is that we can live on campus in teacher housing. Our home is visible from the school and most of the school is aware that we live in the home.
Since I am the school's secretary, I can access the school's phone lines on my cell phone. So when I am away from my desk, I can answer calls, check messages, etc. It was after school today when my cell phone started to buzz. Someone was trying to call the school. I was already home and working on something, so I decided to let it go to voicemail – sometimes parents will call to let someone know that they are running late, etc, and I can just inform the afterschool teachers later.
The ringing eventually stopped and they left a voicemail. I checked the voicemail and it was a man's voice saying, "Hey, this is F*** You, B***. Principal PK I know where you live and––" and then it cuts off. I had to play it a few times to be certain of what I heard, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I immediately call my husband (who is on a work trip) to tell him about this, and he didn't seem too concerned, but he did call our local Sheriff and they said they would patrol the area and were looking into the phone number who left the voicemail. I also informed our administrator, who was looking into the phone number, as well.
Does this sound like a real threat? My husband seems to think it's someone who is trolling and trying to freak people out. But the fact that he knew my husband's name and said that he knew where he lived was something that really freaked me out.
I'm not sure what to think. I'm just constantly watching outside for someone to show up. I don't want to freak out but I don't want to relax too much either. Any thoughts on this?
Just some notes:

1. The authorities were called and the phone number was given to them.
2. I searched the phone number on every reverse-caller ID website I could and the results were all people that we didn't know. I have a feeling this person used a spoofed cell phone number.
3. I can't leave my house because I have two dogs and no car.

TL/DR: My husband received a strange, threatening voicemail and I am wondering if it is a possible scam or something I should be legitimately be scared about.

I'm looking for mainly a legitimate long term relationship not some fling or one stands I don't care for that kind of stuff. I would like it if we share a bit of thing's in common so we can do so together. I'm open to long distance, Someone very affectionate would be lovely.
I'm into quite a few things like video games of all kinds, Board games like D&D, I enjoy a good book and if you have recommendation I would love that very much since I'm out of things to read currently, I like anime and binge watching shows, I use to play guitar and the piano back then but sadly not at the moment and love music, I'm fiercely loyal and a very affectionate person in relationships.
Bit more about me, I'm introverted but I still like to get out of the house at times. I'm 6.4 and have brown eyes and brown hair which gets a bit of a mess due to it being curly when it gets long enough. Italian American looking if that makes since, I enjoy cooking and baking, I enjoy the colder season over the warmer, I have quite the humor and can take a joke, I can be a laid back person and not too serious at times but when it calls for it I will be quite serious when the need arises.
I have a fur baby named Sparta he is a soft big cat who's getting a bit old but still gets the zooms at time, I do love animals so I have no problems at all when it comes to that,
Frankly I miss having that special bond with someone, I'm 6.4 so I'm tall, I have brown hair and brown eyes,
I can be a bit shy, I used to have quite bad social anxiety but not anymore I have some past trauma due to a relationship from a few years ago and understand the need to maintain you're mental health, Everyone has there baggage and I understand that well and hope you do too, I don't mix well with bullshit.
I'm also looking for someone who don't mind a kid, I'm single parent of a 4 year old so please don't waste our time if that's something you think you can't handle, Someone patient and understanding ,I don't mind being asked about how that happened if you want to know why.
if you read this far and made it through my disaster of a post and are interested in messaging me a detailed message describing yourself and what you’re looking for would be much appreciated and please be good at communication. ^^

Its been a crazy year so far, the world is heading in two directions and both forces are pulling equally in both directions. The neglected and the most abused people on the planet are coming into a new age of self determination away from colonial rule thanks to BRICKS. The average person in the west is under the impression that slavery and colonialism is over and get very annoyed with black people whenever the subject is brought up. They think black people should shut up about European history namely slavery, because there are no chains around black peoples necks anymore and are no longer lynched in the streets. They haven't realised that these practices still exist and is still going on, your governments just changed its form, the European is shielded from knowing because racism isn't aimed at the European, plus the European is shielded by its media. They think that because some black people have made a fortune in America, that all is well, and because of this they believe that racism no longer plays a role in regards to a black persons success in America or in Europe. How wrong they were. Just look at what's going on in Israel, you all got to see the real face of your governments. So black people are not making it up when they call out your racist government, they know what they know. I don't know if the European American has noticed, but black people are leaving America and have been for some time now, and going back to Africa. Your media have done such a number on its own people, where the average European and European American have no idea about the real world, outside of their own countries. The propaganda machine has totally screwed their own people over and has given their people the wrong impression of Africa. Africa is now a developing continent, and has places that will make America and the UK look and feel like a dungeons. Nobody in Africa has Debt. They all own their own homes bought with cash. Their cars and trucks are all owned and bought with cash. Africans no nothing about borrowing from a bank to buy a home or a car or for cash. They work hard and earn money, the money goes into a bank or a hole in the ground until they accumulate the amounts they need in order to buy something. These are disciplined people. The buildings and homes will make you weep, beautiful is a insufficient word to describe some of the homes people have in Africa. Yet if you ask someone from the west to describe their impression of Africa, what you will hear will be heart breaking and reflects a ignorant nation of people. Yet the European would call these people broke and poor. They are not the ones living on credit. the European lives off credit and thinks its a good thing. The European don't realise just how broke they really are. How can a government do that to their own people, to leave your people this ignorant is so you can easily control them. The way the western media describes Rwanda for e.g. is so messed up, have you seen Rwanda?? its no different to any western country, only it has better weather and beautiful scenery, its very modern if not, its more modern than the US and the UK combined. I have a question for the European. How would you expect a rapist to treat a woman? bare your answer in mind. Right! Now how would you expect a paedophile to treat a little boy? bare your answer in mind, Right! Now here's the big one, People who chose to own slaves, how would you expect them to treat other people? As white people you are stuck with this kind of human being within your ranks because these are your people, Your ancestors who owned slaves, their offspring now occupy positions of power within US and UK governments, the people you have handed full control over your lives to. The apple in this case hasn't fallen from the tree because it has never left the tree branch, such are the people you vote for. The European people in your government and media are every inch the racists and bigots their ancestors were. Money has afforded them the bad luck of never loosing the mindset that could own another human being. White people have been supporting these horrible people since their governments conception and did nothing to protect the offspring of those who were enslaved. The European loves to brag about how European ended slavery. The Europeans true sick mind is reflected in the weaponization of that so-called fact. The European wants recognition and pats on the back for ending slavery many years after enjoying 500 years of it. Make that make sense. its a lie of course. The European didn't end slavery, they conceded to the threats coming from the slave revolts that had taken over the plantations in the West Indies, they feared their slaves in the US would start to get ideas, so they ended slavery before their slaves revolted too, that decision sparked the American Civil War.. Today white people are losing the war on black people because black people stand up to governments, bigots and racists, plus we now have a real home to go back to, Africa is calling its people back to the continent, some countries are not even asking for visas for black returnees, plus their offering free citizenships and new passports. Your governments, being the demons that they are, will now focus all their attention on you, the people. Have the day you deserve
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I am not sure what to do - need some advice. Last year I was seeing this girl from tinder, I think she is incredible and we had a good time. After a few dates she seems a little less interested and that is fine, and she sends me a message letting me know she wants to just be friends. We don't talk for a while after that.
By chance meet up again this spring and start talking, and she tells me that she was in a bad place last time we met eachother and she wrote that to me beacsue she wasn't in a great headspace. I ask if she wants to hang out (presuming this is as friends) and we meet up again. We have a great time - it feels just as natural and good as last time, I am really enjoying our conversations, it is hard to stop talking and head home.
After a week or so we met up at her place (importantly for a holiday) and we have a great time there as well, everything goes very smoothly, we end up hanging out basically until it is time for her to go to bed. I really like her but honestly do not mind "just" being friends - v much enjoy her company regardless, and i've never been someone that crushes that hard when I have a crush on someone, so it doesn't feel awkward.
We met a few more times after that, and then again today. Everything is very platonic, no real flirting, no touch or anything. We just talk, but for hours and hours. Today there were a few things though - like we talked about how we are both not sure how to flirt or how to act on when you like someone (I even told her about the lesbian sheep, she found that very funny and relateable). She told me that when she starts feeling things for someone she usually drops them bc she's anxious but she is trying to not do that anymore. She told me that she had been telling her friend a lot about me, and her friend wrote and checked in how things were going when she thought that we had finished hanging out, but I was still with her at that time. At one point she even said "like other people when they date they do x, we do y". As we were about to leave I used my native language to answer a call and she said that it was cute.
We are meeting up again next week after my work and I am bringing dinner over to hers for the two of us.
Both of us quite serious people, and so flirting and even light touch isn't something that comes naturally, and nothing we have really done. She is also asexual and I am leaning asexual, so I am also not sure how that affects things.
Now I really like this friendship and the fact that I also like like her isn't important enough for me to screw that up. I worry, if there is something there, that I am losing out a thing that could be because I don't want to risk losing the relationship we do have and that I do like. She is pertty anxious as a person, so if this stressed her out it would also actually mess something up + shouldn't I just take the message that she already gave me and go with that, at least if she isn't directly saying anything else?
Am I just being a useless lesbian about this? Would appreciate any advice.

Okay, so I'm a huge fan of Rick Riordan. I love the Percy Jackson books and the expanded universe they take place in. So I decided to give his other novel Daughter of the Deep a shot.
So I read it on my own a few months ago and I'm currently revisiting it in Audiobook form.
Honestly... I kinda have mixed feelings if I'm being honest.
I can't in good conscience call it a bad book because I do think it's a good book. It's well written, has a really cool premise, really fascinating ideas and it does a good job making you emphasize with the main character Ana Dakkar.
But there's one big hang up I had that just puts a shadow over the entire book that makes it difficult for me to get past. And I really really just need to talk about it.
Okay, so spoilers past this point,
So for those who haven't read it, the premise of the novel involves the main character Ana Dakkar who's attending this school for Marine Biology called Harding-Pencroft, which has a rivalry with another school Land Institute.
To make a long story short, it turns out both schools were founded by the protagonists of the novels "The Mysterious Island" and "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" respectively which as it turns out were secretly works of nonfiction. Captain Nemo is real and Ana is his descendant. The two schools' rivalry is all about what the legacy of Captain Nemo should be. Either sharing his technological advancements with the world (Land Institute.) or keeping them hidden to make sure no one misuses them (Harding Pencroft).
That's all well and good but what bothers me and what kinda wrecks the novel for me is the inciting incident that kicks off the story.
Namely, Land Institute using a high-tech submarine destroyed Harding Pencroft potentially killing hundreds of innocent high schoolers and faculty.
I mean...what!? You're gonna open with that Rick? You're gonna open with potentially over a hundred people getting their lives snuffed out!?
It was just such a dark moment that it invoked "Too Bleak Stopped Caring" for me.
And it just continues. The novel just keeps going on about this. It keeps coming back to that point. How the characters mourn the family and friends they lost.
It also made me really hard to just...buy Land Institute doing this. Like... no one had reservations over killing one hundred people? NO ONE!? I understand LI is supposed to be like this "Hardcore military academy" but I still... I just don't buy that no one had reservations about killing a bunch of people like that.
Honestly, I was tempted to stop reading/listening in disgust when it got to a point where the characters look at a news broadcast and it showed some parents weeping.
Rick. Buddy. If you're reading this (I doubt you are) I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make me hate LI as villains so I want to see them get taken down, but this doesn't make me hate LI, it makes me hate the story for forcing me to experience this!
They only hint that maybe some people survived towards the end but Rick really really should have implied that earlier (Or better yet just revealed most everyone got out at the end), because otherwise it just made an already pretty depressing book even more depressing than it had to be.
And there's another twist in the book that frankly makes it worse and adds to the "No one had reservations about this?" issue I stated earlier but I'm not gonna spoil it. If you've read the book you know what I'm talking about.
No joke this is probably the most depressing book I've read from Rick. Yes even more than the Burning Maze. Especially because aside from some references to Finding Nemo here and there, his trademark humor isn't really present in it. The whole thing is just soul-draining at points.
No one wonder one of his next books was Chalice of the Gods. He probably needed something easy and lighthearted after writing this.
You know though? Maybe it's just a me thing. Maybe I'm just too much of a softie for this book. Every other review I've read is just people gushing over how good it is; so there's a decent chance, that this is just a me problem.
Look if you like this book, more power to you. I totally see why. Like I said, I don't think it's bad. I think it is really good.
It's just that one part I really have a hard time getting past...

Over the last few months I've been in a very dire situation. My underage daughter was extorted/tricked out of some explicit pictures and an individual is selling these pictures online. I have his name, address, phone and ID number and yet local authorities aren't helping.
For context: This individual is an EU/RUS dual national residing in Dubai. He's getting paid for selling various such media and receiving payments via a US LLC he has set up in Delaware. It's obvious that hundreds of thousands of dollars pass through this shell company monthly. And before I get asked this: I've already sued this individual in his country of residence. However, the process to find justice can take many many years there, if ever. And ofc as always Dubai police is useless.
If I want faster results I'd need to target his companies. I have had multiple calls with Delaware police and even had a call with a police chief. They explicitly told me that if I want anything done I should try to get the attention of someone from the locale senate because the local police currently doesn't have neither the means in manpowefunding nor politically to act against the lax LLC scheme in Delaware in any way.
I went on to file a letter to the attorney general of Delaware, including a plethora of digital evidence presented to them in USB. They received the letter but never responded. When I called they told me off the record that they are not interested in such cases and I should instead be contacting the FBI.
Well, understandably after filing the FBI form and waiting several months, nothing has happened. It's more likely than not that the FBI has bigger fish to catch and won't even be interested in looking at a case whose only connection in the U.S. is an LLC.
I don't know what other means there would be to pursue this. This whole experience has been quite haunting for my daughter and me, especially after her peers discovered these media online, the abuse came to real life. I honestly thought US authorities would be more interested in taking down literal child porn, but no... What would be the proper way to escalate this? Perhaps I should hire a paralegal to write letters to google/cloudflare/facebook/tiktok/telegram and domain hosts etc where this abuse is promoted?