The "One Night Only" Talent Show Challenge results are in!
Gigi Goode has won the "Sexy Car Wash Photoshoot" Mini Challenge!
After the challenge, Gigi Goode & Tessa Testicle are declared safe. They all step to the back of the stage, leaving the tops and bottoms for their critiques.

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ON THE MAINSTAGE...
Arizona Brandy receives positive critiques from the judges. They had no idea what to expect when she was telling RuPaul what her talent would be, but she kept them thoroughly entertained. Telling jokes and doing funny stripper moves, all while being suspended from a pole high in the air, was insane. Something about it was iconic yet chaotic, but they could tell it was just her having fun. Overall, she did what she should have done in this challenge: Make them excited to see more of her in the competition. Her runway did this same thing, serving this fun and campy look with this brandy bottle gown she drank out of. Overall, she was so much fun to watch, and they couldn't wait to see more.
Ashley Madison receives negative critiques from the judges. They can tell she's a refined and funny queen, but they think her guard was too far up during this challenge. This is her first time introducing herself to them, and this simplistic performance, although impressive in twirling and throwing batons and flags into the air, they think she lacked a certain panache. It was all too rehearsed, too rigid, too structured. She needed something with a more personal edge rather than a talent they think any non-queen could've done for this challenge and seen on something like Dance Moms. Her runway this week is very simplistic yet refined. It does the job of introducing her, but she needs more than a pretty leather gown for this competition.
Kween Kong receives positive critiques from the judges. Kween is an absolute fireball of a queen/ Number one, and she's so assertive in her presence in performance and runway. Her song was fantastic and an earworm, the chorus stuck in their head all day. Not only that but her impeccable moves and the gravity-defying stunts she was doing every second was simply unbelievable. She has such grace and power when she performs, doing stunts and rolls that they didn't even know were possible. She carried this grace and power on the runway even further with this fantastic tribute to her culture. Blending this cultural gown into something more "Draggy" was awe-inspiring because she had such a regal energy throughout.
Mirage receives positive critiques from the judges. For such a young queen, she is so refined in performance. Something about her drag is so edgy and so modern that she excites them with her mind. This bitch track was incredible, giving some iconic reads and pairing along with some of the sexiest moves they've ever seen in their entire lives. She has such a captivating performance style that she's like a siren because she moves her body so fluidly that she traps them in her performance. The strippers she's learned from taught her well. It continues to translate into her runway, using the opportunity to do a strip tease into this bright, sexy, and fun performance outfit.
Pupi Poisson receives negative from the judges. Something about her drag is so classic, which RuPaul respects. She respects the older queens who keep drag alive and exciting, constantly pushing the pedal to the medal for fashion. This performance showed that she thoroughly knows how to work with a crowd. She kept them interested and had a funny performance; they think she dragged down the energy after two energetic performances. It's hard to do stand-up, but she made up for it with the comedic tuba playing she had, using it as a funny gag that had RuPaul pissing herself. Though her runway introduces her well with this sickening executive realness meets Met Gala look, it has too much going on for an opening look.
Shannon Skarllet receives positive critiques from the judges. They didn't know what to expect from Shannon besides that she was a pocket rocket. They think she pushed herself to the top because the girls overlooked her. She had an enjoyable original song; blending twerking with fire dancing was so much fun. She knew what she was doing and did it well, so she allowed everyone to have fun alongside her, even with their mini torches. Not only that, but she looked beautiful and knew it while doing it. She's, by far, one of the most stamped queens of this premiere. Her runway embracing the fun of Carnival and blending it into this sexily padded look gagged them because she was unclockable in this feathered fun ensemble.

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AFTER DELIBERATION...
TOP 2: Kween Kong / Mirage
HIGH: Arizona Brandy / Shannon Skarllet
SAFE: Gigi Goode / Tessa Testicle
LOW: Pupi Poisson
BOTTOM: Ashley Madison
Ashley Madison will continue to the next episode and lip-sync against the queen at the bottom of the second premiere. The Top Two Queens will Lip-Sync for Their Lives to "Hands On Me" by Ariana Grande ft. A$AP Ferg. This is their Last Chance to Impress RuPaul and win themselves the Maxi Challenge. Good Luck, and Don't Fuck It Up!
POLL / Track Record

Pardon formatting, I’m on my mobile device. Also this is a bit of a long one.
Like the title says, I’m trying to find out if I’m totally out of touch and expecting too much from my husband or if my expectations are reasonable. I’ll try to explain this the best I can.
So this week my mother asked for help moving things to a new storage locker. At first she just assumed my husband would help and didn’t properly ask him, to which he was irritated. He said he doesn’t like anyone to assume his help without asking, and that a majority of time he won’t do anything unless it’s on his time. Which I can somewhat understand. However in my family growing up I was just expected to help family when they need it. So he did say he would help, mostly because he didn’t want me being stuck doing all that.
Small details to add are that my mom has been unmarried and alone for most of my life. We are close-nit. And sometimes she has projects she’s doing that are kind of spur of the moment and spontaneous. To which I have gotten used to and I don’t mind jumping up and helping her when she needs it. So for the storage locker issue she had a time constraint to get all of her stuff out of the old one and into the new one as soon as possible.
So this week my husband and I said we’d help her yesterday, to which we ended up not being able to due to rain and poor weather conditions. So she didn’t reschedule but I figured she’d be asking for help again this week. To which she did this morning. I of course said yes. And it was spontaneous of her I’ll admit, but my husband was planning to spend the day with me today so I woke up and texted him that I was going to be helping my mom today and asked if he was still able to help her out? Well he slept in late and I couldn’t get ahold of him (we aren’t currently living together but trying to work on our marriage), so my mom had promised us a free meal if we helped her. Since I couldn’t get ahold of him and expected him to sleep a long time and my mom needed to get this done, we went ahead and went to the restaurant to eat. He woke up and messaged me while I was there and I asked him if he was going to help and if there was something I could order for him. He said he’d be on his way in 30 minutes, but then he was like “so what, I’m helping out for cold food?”. Super rude and entitled and I called him to get more details because I thought maybe we were miscommunicating. He basically said “we were supposed to do that yesterday and now you want me to do it on my time and I don’t even get a meal out of it now” and hung up on me. I didn’t call back nor did he nor have I received an apology for how he spoke to me.
He hasn’t said anything to me all day. So I guess I’m wondering if this is normally how men treat their wives? Even if it’s something they absolutely loath to do and it isn’t on their schedule (oh another side note is he in not employed right now and hasn’t been for about 2 months) wouldn’t a husband that loves his wife want to do heavy lifting for her if he had the chance? I would do it for my partner even if it was kind of a somewhat last minute thing.
I feel a little let down and like he doesn’t care about me. Am I overreacting? Asking for too much? I can’t help but think a real MAN would jump at the opportunity to make his wife’s life easier.
If you’ve made it this far thanks for reading!

Im feeling brand new
What held me back,
who held me down
I battle me
It is my testament not handling things the way I always did
Rebound replacements bid confused and wasted
Too many options then wondering what am I chasing
Go back to not caring if I have someone to taste it
Question all of my motives don’t care expose them
Devine transcendent knows this
A steady chasing it trying to manage
A cover bandage with others no thanks why not just stop
The damage think I can fathom
Loving myself and all the beautiful souls
I meet upon this road I reap I sow
Not all ash holes I gained control
Over only what I can tho
My stance my position my reactions my response
My own business minding my own business
A will to drive and then create my own lane
Creator inside several verses applied
Why be upset enraged and bitter
When I’ve got weapons most people know not
I’ll throw a return to sender at core defender
Father forgive me let not be a pretender
Simultaneously understanding if they wanna throw rocks
You don’t you won’t offend me
Bleed out whatever plenty
From Hate wait maybe some envy
Maybe some curse words of venting
Or fight when I’ve got so precious limited time
Not being tie down by the mistakes
I have acknowledged
Can you imagine what we could be individually
And if God sees fit I’ll be open instead of resentful
There is a freedom an excitement to get to know you and vice verse
The beauty is the fact that I can and will change I find it interesting when I’ve read about couples changing within their relationships
I can’t help but to think What were we supposed to stay the same, I think not
We’re supposed to grow and build one another up
Mutually a dance between give and take
Receive and give
I’m keeping my forward
Enjoy me as I am
Take it all in
As I will kiss you like I haven’t before

(... I think I need to finish our Visit with Wu for now, I’m having a harder and harder time writing it. Have no excuse today. It just didn’t come out. So back to our previously scheduled Madness. And I'm extra stupid today, I made a mistake in the title so I had to delete and repost. Sorry.)
~First~
RAK and Roll!/Shadows of Centris
“And boom goes the dynamite.” Amadi notes as the cultist guards suddenly realize that they’d been firing on non-existent police officers while the real ones were rushing in from the side. It was those kinds of life altering revelations he just adored to see.
“Hmm, well I guess I need to put this away then.” Reggie notes calmly as he starts breaking down the mortar he’d set up ‘just in case’. After getting his training for the thing the man had been itching to use it, but hadn’t had any opportunity for some indirect fun.
“Probably for the best.” Koa remarks.
“I know. Still...” Reggie admits as he collapses the components down and tucks them away into an expanded pocket. Amadi smirks at the sight. Yes, he’s technically the adept of the three, but do you really need that when the other guys are pocket artillery and a walking weapons platform?
“Ah well, who wants to eat? Lunch rush is finished and it’s cheaper to hand out the overstock than use stasis.” Amadi asks.
“Sure, the area is mostly stable anyways so...” Koa states before suddenly turning and his rifle is held out at the figure he can’t fully see. “Identify yourself.”
“The sun is shining.” The Cloaken woman states.
“But the ice is slippery.” Amadi glibly replies and the invisible hand of the woman has a data-chit balanced upon it. “Thank you.”
“You’d think that would calm down a little with all the cults actively fighting and moving hard.” Koa notes.
“Not really, more excitement means more notes are getting passed around. So it should break about even, sure, most of the everyday silliness is being set aside but the sheer urgency means other things are running out and...” Reggie tries to explain his thought process with a few gestures before a Metak blurs past him and he now has a pair of data-chits in his hand. He holds them up between his fingers. “As demonstrated.”
They have a slight chuckle as Amadi lets his illusions finally fade to allow the police to fully pounce on the kill crazy women who had decided to come out guns blazing when their little country club was pinged. “By the way do you guys know exactly who this gaggle of idiots are?”
“I think they’re called the... the... Starts with an M.” Reggie says snapping his fingers as he tries to recall things.
“Mamaluk?” Koa throws out.
“No, no. It was M Y? Myats? Mycorin? My something.” Reggie asks. “Oh this is bugging me.”
“I thought it was M I.”
“Milaluk! The Milaluk!” He says with a smile before pausing. “I don’t know what it means.”
“Neither do I, but does it matter? The Milaluk were being moronic so we meddled and matched em. Now let’s mosey my men!” Amadi says with a smile.
“Hmm... he’s getting better at those. It didn’t even sound like that much of a stretch.” Koa notes as he stores his massive rifle and all three men get moving.
It doesn’t take long for them to make note of police cruisers soaring overhead and heading to a very different place from the one they just assisted in, but since their communicators are silent they’re not being tagged in to help. And often unwanted help can be worse than none, so they don’t follow.
“So do you think that...” Koa begins before all three of their communicators go off simultaneously. “Oh boy, here we go.”
“Stand by for communications with Observer Wu.” Amadi reads out loud. “Why would he want to talk with us? We’re three guys who wander around and bumble about, what’s so interesting?”
“You mean besides the fact that we’re basically scouts and patrol officers on an alien world that routinely go to many different spires with massively different laws, populations environmental expectations and...” Reggie begins to list off.
“I was being sarcastic.” Amadi says.
“Oh. Well no reason then, probably random chance.” Reggie amends and Amadi rolls his eyes a touch.
“He’s an Observer. He wouldn’t be much good at his job if he didn’t at least glance at everyone. He likely regards the list of Humans outside of Cruel Space as a check list to personally interview, one after the other. Right now he’s just getting his bearings and balance I’ll wager.” Koa considers out loud.
“To say nothing of the idea of him following people with a pair of binoculars and just watching them.” Amadi says conjuring the image of binoculars that he holds in front of his eyes. The wide end of them seemingly a gigantic pair of blinking eyes that Reggie swipes through to dispel the image.
“His title is Observer, not Stalker.” Reggie says.
“The difference between the two is governmental approval and little else.” Amadi says and Reggie just concedes the point.
It takes a few more minutes for them to get to the car they used to get to this spire and a few after that to fly to the one where Amadi’s girls were. The first they ran into was actually Abigail, the cousin of the August Speaker of The Council was clearly excited to see him if the fact she swooped down into his arms and locked up his lips with her own.
After she showed no signs of wanting to stop both other men walked around them and into the diner. There are some enthusiastic greetings from the girls inside and the quick pointing outside has the Rabbis working the till and the one waiting the tables rush out to get some sugar from their man.
“There’s a reason we put the more energetic ones on the outside.” One of the cooks notes. The small warren of Rabbis liked to work things in a total of six shifts and took two each day. That way there was always a full staff and they got all the rest they needed to keep the diner open endlessly and efficiently.
“No kidding. So, how much overstock is there today?”
“Not as much as normal. A lot of girls are struggling to find time to cook for themselves for some reason.”
“Funny that.”
“Yes, it’s almost like everyone’s really busy for some strange reason. I wonder what could cause such a thing.” Koa asks.
“Yes, I wonder...”
“Classified.” Reggie states.
“Right, because a massive scan of the entire planet can be classified. Everyone knows something scared someone higher up. But what was it?”
“Classified.” Reggie taunts.
“How are your girls holding up.”
“Shireen and Misty are on ‘Official Business’ on The Dauntless to get them both the hell out of dodge. They’re nervous so a bit of work as a new set of eyes on our holodeck coding and a fashion consultant for our potential future uniforms gives them both a distraction in a safe place.”
“It’s adorable that you pulled strings to get them both into safety.” The cook notes.
“You had a similar offer. I saw Amadi make it.” Koa remarks.
“No one’s going to bother with us. We’re not important enough for the crazy people to notice.”
“Crazy people are just that, crazy.” Reggie remarks.
“They are, now a quick heads up, there’s going to be...” Koa begins to say before their communicators start going off. “Crap. New ship is coming and on it is an Observer who wants to talk to us apparently. Mind if we take a corner booth?”
“Go ahead, the rush is over and most people are ordering out.”
Amadi has to rush in to sit next to them as they set up the communicators.
“Have I caught you at a bad time?”
“Somewhat sir. We’re often on patrol around Centris and we received are warning a fair way away from The Dauntless, we are however in a trusted and safe location.”
“Very good, I need to know more about the world I’m heading to. What is the on the ground perspective of Centris?”
“Could you be more specific about what you’re looking for? There are all sorts of different things to consider, is it security? Culture? Language? Fashion? Local laws? Something else?”
“I’m looking for how it compares to an Earth city or town.”
“Well, they’re very much a city with towering buildings that can induce a sensation of being among giants. There are few places without large crowds and innumerable different building styles, but there’s always reliable walkways and general driving and soaring areas as well. So jaywalking isn’t as much as an issue as it is in most cities, you won’t interrupt traffic unless they’re coming in for a landing. The roads are more... landing strips and parking areas with walkways next to them.” Reggie explains.
“I see.”
“There are also areas where they seem to randomly have roundabouts or sudden turns to avoid specific areas, but once you learn more about them you realize they’re basically walkways for those that can naturally fly or jump so powerfully that the line between a jump and flight is more academic.” Reggie continues.
“Hmm, and culture?” Observer Wu asks.
“Well culture shifts around a lot depending on the area your in. The galaxy at large has one where men are often protected to the point of coddling, or possibly suffocating them... If you’re looking for a man in public, look for an oddly dense bit of crowd that seems to be defensive. Because their families are protective.” Koa explains this time.
“Or look to those who are followed by a crowd because they’re lashing out as they try to find some kind of purpose. It’s not universal, more than half of the men of the galaxy easily find enough in life to be content. But those that don’t... well... if it’s not petty it’s dramatic. The Undaunted sees a lot of them, they have preferential recruitment.”
“Why?”
“Because less than half of one percent of a galactic population is a recruiting pool so massive that the name tags of their uniform could strip mine entire continents with ease.” Koa answers and Observer Wu nods.
“Oh please, get them all together after a few years of recruitment and it would have a gravitational pull strong enough to replace the moon around Earth.” Reggie remarks. “I’m not kidding by the way, I did the math on my spare time. Recruitment is going up and up an up and there are enough to recruit that quintillions are on the menu.”
“Quintillions...”
“Centris is one of the more population dense worlds in the galaxy. But not the most, and there is not an insignificant number of worlds like this. To say nothing of less overdeveloped ones which are in much higher numbers and with each level they go down in development the more worlds there are.” Reggie says.
“Quintillions, and that’s if one is only considering one half of one percent...” Observer Wu remarks as he looks off. “Our population is in the billions, a thousand more for each person gives us trillions, doing it again is quadrillions and then we have to do it again to get quintillions.”
“Kind of hard to consider, isn’t it?” Reggie asks.
“It is.” Observer Wu notes. “Everything we do that doesn’t fizzle and die will rapidly grow beyond anything humanity has ever accomplished.”
“Yes. In some ways it already has. It took people like Genghis Khan decades to shape the world. It takes some of our teams weeks if not days or even hours to affect even more people over a wider area.” Reggie says.
“Oh calm down, there’s no need to get so dramatic.” Amadi remarks as he reclines a little more. He waves his hand and the image of a spire with all it’s tiers appears. “Of course we can do more with higher numbers, literal magic and immensely powerful technology. Grade school math is harder to figure out than that. A world with giant abstract Christmas Trees for city structures with all the shiny bits and lights and decorations? Well duh it’s different!”
Amadi’s little sculpture of a spire is now shining with lights, the glass windows of sky scrapers and the lights and images of the traffic around them until the literally shining manors at the very top of spires shine like a star on top of a Christmas Tree. “It’s a whole world of this silliness. With great big fake continents flying above the planet like a shining ring. All full of girls so desperate for a man that all he has to do to get more tail than he’s ever even imagined is to say yes. Calm down, things are weird but fun.”
“Don’t forget that the modern hobby is conspiracy, even if it’s a dark garden club about the best way to grow tomatoes.” Koa remarks as he pulls out the data chits and chips he had been given. Reggie then stacks them up and it stands next to the image of the spire and actually rises above it. “Granted, ninety nine times out of a hundred they’re completely harmless like that.”
“But there are so many that they tower above the spires themselves.” Observer Wu states.
“Both on this table and in real life. Throw a rock in a crowd and hit three people, you’ll have also hit seven cultists or conspirators.” Amadi says with a grin. “Makes it fun when you start to poke at them. You get all kinds of hilarious reactions.”
“I can imagine.”
“I doubt it, this is the kind of crazy that needs to be seen first hand.” Amadi says before nodding as he sees another ‘courier’ run in, check to see what’s going on. Clearly consider them as their drop off target and then dismiss it before leaving. “It’s a lot of fun though.”
~First~ Last

My current job will end June 7th and my new job won’t start until July 22nd.
If during the month when I can’t get unemployment benefits I do Uber or something like that would that mean I become ineligible for benefits when I can start receiving them?
When I do start getting unemployment do they retroactively pay me? So that eventually I’ll get 6 weeks of pay for June 10th-July 19th? Or will I only get like 2 weeks because of the waiting period?

Yesterday, after several months of not purchasing from BP, I decided to have a moment of mental incompetence & place an order with one of the reps I’d semi-regularly purchased from in the past, and it was something… She had about 40 viewers at the time, and mentioned there were only two in the lineup, so I said to myself, “why not?” 🤦🏻‍♀️ I placed my order (of 2 items) & got back to the live, only to hear her replying to someone who asked her to go through the lineup. All of a sudden, I’m behind nine people. Same amount of viewers, and she’d been on for a bit, but ok. That’s not too bad. TWO HOURS later, I LEFT the damn live, still UNREVEALED! To recap: She took two (tea/pee/whatever) breaks, did 2 random give aways, one of which a MOD won and the other was a rando non-customer. (Can I just say how annoying it is for non-customers to ask about “free” shit) She got to my name & needed more hot water, so she apologized, and I kindly replied, then off she went to get that going. She comes back & quickly decided to do a raffle for everyone who’d been revealed up to that point, “free OG of your choice.” Of course, the winner picks a ring. Sooo, she goes, “as soon as our water is hot enough, we’ll reveal your beautiful ring,” to the winner. I’m sorry…what?? 👀 I’ve been waiting, literally, for two hours for only nine (2-3 items each) reveals, two “breaks,” several times of regulars coming in & going “show me what you’ve revealed,” to which she always obliged, extra time for gift aways/trades if someone didn’t like their items, two give aways for randos & an off the wall raffle to fill dead air time - in order to replace the hot water that should have been ready, and finally the winner of said raffle was going to be revealed before the customer you had apologized to for waiting?! ATP, I was so infuriated I just had to leave. Maybe I’ll receive my unrevealed items before Christmas. It was my fault, as I should have known better. But I’m glad I was reminded of why I don’t deal with the BP shit show anymore! “This house is clear.” 😱🤣

Hey everyone,
I recently had an insanely disappointing experience on Catawiki, and I'm seeking advice on what to do next. The short story goes like this:
I noticed that a seller was auctioning two Cartier Pasha 35mm watches simultaneously, one with a white dial and one with a black dial. I bid on the black dial version and won the auction. My goal was to give this as a gift to my girlfriend. After receiving the watch, I quickly realized it was not authentic and reported this to Catawiki within an hour.
I provided Catawiki with extensive evidence proving the watch is not authentic:

• The dial is different compared to an authentic Cartier Pasha.
  
• The serial number matches that of a known inauthentic found online.
  

A day later, I noticed that the seller now has a review from the buyer of the other Cartier watch stating that it also turned out to be not authentic.
Despite this, Catawiki rejected my claim after four phone calls and many emails sent by me, with only a few replies from them. I even found out that my claim was rejected by calling them—they didn’t care to even write anything to me. I was told on the phone that their "experts" likely didn't see the proofs I sent them via email. I was told to wait a few more days.
A few days later, I receive an email, and it states that they give me time until next day to provide an authenticity check document from Cartier, if not they will close the claim. As in, "the scammer wins"! I was furious with this treatment and in complete shock. My initial thought was that the catawiki would investigate the issue properly and likely start legal action with the seller. Hearing that they fully sided with the seller was a huge slap in the face. After the initial shock, I gave them a call, I informed them that there are no Cartier locations near me that can perform an authenticity check. Over the phone, I was told I could use any reputable third party for the check.
I then got an authenticity check done by a well-respected local watch reseller. They spent three hours inspecting the watch and prepared a document confirming it is not authentic. It's been two business days since I submitted this document, and I’m still waiting for a response from Catawiki. Today, they didn't even bother to reply to my follow-up message.
Adding to my frustration, the same seller is now auctioning a diamond on Catawiki, valued at 6000 euros by their "experts." Despite the issues with the inauthentic Cartier watches, Catawiki hasn't even suspended the seller’s account.
For context, I live in Poland, and the seller is based in Italy. Also, I made more than 15 purchases via Catawiki in the past, mostly paintings and other smaller items.
What should be my next move? Should I consult a lawyer and take legal action? It is my first time experiencing such a scam, and a third party is in between fully taking the side of the scammer. I am confused and unsure what to do next. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks!

Never married 24 years old father going through custody battle/ visitation with my daughter can’t afford attorney. Does anybody have any advice?
I have a beautiful 16 month year old daughter. Her mother takes me down a very whiny road and makes my life very difficult to see my daughter. To get an understanding of what’s going on here I will fill you guys in with the basic information. After a six month, long relationship. I got the mother of my daughter pregnant, we met at our place of employment in Los Angeles, California. A “restaurant” after six months, she broke up with me due to my suppose “drinking problem” let me mention she also used to drink with me as well. We were both 22 years of age legal. A couple days after the break up, she finds out she is pregnant. She talks about plans of staying here in Los Angeles which is where I am from in my family resides. We were on a good basis for about a month after our break up we were talking about a future coparenting with our daughter , here in Los Angeles. Out of the blue, she gave me the cold shoulder blocked. My phone number blocked me on all social media. And moved 700 miles away to Humboldt county, California without my knowledge. She is from Humboldt county. I was blocked for about three months, during the first three months of her pregnancy. Then, one day I received a call from her that she has moved to Humboldt county. She tells me on the phone I have to go look for a place up there if I want to be involved in my daughters life. I am like whoa here. I thought we talked about a life here in Los Angeles I’ve never been to Humboldt County. I don’t have any family friends or job opportunity there. It is a dead end town. And I won’t be making as much money as I do here in Los Angeles. So I never end up moving to humble County. I stay here in Los Angeles. January 2023 my daughter was born. I was waiting in the hospital waiting room. I was not there during The birth of my daughter. Five hours later, after my daughter was born, she invited me into the room and that’s when I met my daughter for the very first time. I continue to stay in Humboldt county for the next 14 days. Trying to see my daughter as much as possible within those 14 days I think I saw my daughter a max of four times every time for about two hours or so. After the 14 days I go back to Los Angeles and continue working. I plan another visit in February, my flight gets canceled due to weather conditions. It was snowing. And for the next nine months till September. I visit my daughter seven times. Six times in Humboldt county where I would drive 11 hours to get there, 11 hours to get back. I have to fill up my gas tank three times . During each trip grand total average $600 per trip, One time in June she came down to Los Angeles with my daughter and my daughter stayed with me for a night. I have to mention every single time. I visited my daughter she would spend the night with me. In September 2023 child support. Started for me and I pay $572 a month in child support. I do not make very much money. I work at a restaurant as a busboy food runner and I am a US Army veteran I get disability money. That is my only source of income. Once a child support comes in, so does the legal battle, I was unaware of the California law that grants the mother, 100% custody if the parties were never married. The mother of my daughter was making six figures, A year and was able to afford an attorney, I on the other hand could not afford an attorney. And this is where she begins to screw me over. Let me mention once my daughter was born, I completely stop drinking. I never had a problem with drinking to begin with, but I still stopped. Her and her lawyer tell the judge and court I have a drinking problem, and I am not capable of taking care of my daughter. Let me mention I have a clean record I have never been arrested. I have never been cited for drinking. I have never once gotten in trouble. I am a US Army veteran. But somehow they still say, on my court documents, I have a drinking substance abuse problem. The substance abuse is checked out on the paperwork. So now they’re under the impression that I’m an alcoholic. And maybe even potentially a drug user, which I am not never been a rehab nothing… I don’t make very much money, so I was doing this whole battle with no attorney I’ve never been in a situation like this before I do not know what I’m doing. I don’t have any help. Also, on the court documents, it says I have to be supervised by the grandmother of my daughter. My baby mamas mother. I have no idea how they were able to get supervised visit for me. I have done nothing wrong to prove that I am incapable of taking care of my daughter, and I need to be supervised. That is ridiculous. And now that it says it is supervised on court documents. My baby mama is saying, my daughter can no longer spend the night with me. There has tbo be strict regulations on time when she gets dropped off and when she gets picked up. She has to breathalyzer test me. I am not allowed to bring visitors. My family and my girlfriend cannot see my daughter. I am granted three days out of the month to spend time with my daughter on a visitation schedule. But last year in 2023 I did not have this problem my daughter spent the night. With me. It’s very expensive to get to Humboldt County plane. Tickets are not cheap driving up. There is not cheap.. I don’t make any money I pay a lot in child support. I was unable to afford a hotel or Airbnb. And the grandmother of my daughter was nice enough to let me stay at her house, so I wouldn’t have to deal with that. And I feel like that’s why the visits are supervised is because I always spent the night at my daughters grandma’s house so they’re making it seem like oh no, he needs to be supervised when in reality that was just the cheaper option for me. So now I’m dealing with all these regulations and strict scheduling and I pay all this money and I can barely see my daughter and I have to go 672 miles north. Take five days off of work. During a very busy work year. I just cannot afford to fight this and I don’t know what to do. That’s why I am seeking advice. Sorry, I am not the best writer. I hope y’all Reading this can get an understanding of what I’m saying here. I want my time with my daughter and I want to bring who I want to bring. My family wants to see my daughter. My girlfriend wants to see my daughter and I have done nothing wrong to be treated like this. I am beyond furious it has gotten to this point. She paints me out to be this terrible guy when I am not I am a law biting Citizen I work. I do the right thing. And I feel like I am being treated like a delinquent criminal. With the restrictions. I need free, legal advice I need help. I am drawing the line. I will not be treated like this.

A year ago we were in our vets office multiple times shortly after our dog had surgery. We still don’t know exactly what happened but we were told he had caught an infection and then went downhill. He stopped eating and drinking we were told that would happen with the meds he was put on. He stopped going to the bathroom we were told that was normal since he had stopped eating. We asked for X-rays and were told they weren’t needed. On the last visit we insisted and it was revealed our dog was extremely impacted and was then given an enema. He died the next day.
After receiving his medical records we realized our dog was given different medications then prescribed. They told us he was getting a rabies vaccine, he never got it. I then googled and found many many people saying the same thing had happened to their pet.
Believing the vet to be negligent we submitted a complaint to the college of veterinarians. They have a minimum 3 year wait before your case is heard.
My conscience won’t let me leave this for 3 years while he continually mistreats animals. I have asked the college to expedite the complaint given the vet just plead guilty in another case (from 2019) they refused saying they are seen in the order they are put in. I’ve contacted my MPPs office to see if they can help, they did look into it but can’t do anything. I’ve contacted the news to have them report on this vet pleading guilty in the 2019 case, I heard nothing back.
I’m feeling like my last option is to post on our local neighbors group on Facebook. My only concern is if I do this what kind of legal recourse would the vet have if any. I only plan to post my official complaint saying this is my experience with this vet.
If anyone could help that would be great. I’m located in Ontario Canada if that’s helpful.
TLDR: I believe vet negligently killed my dog and have tried going the legal route to hold him accountable, still waiting on results but could be years. Looking to see what legal recourse he could have should I go public on Facebook.

Hi,
I won Lissandra challenge 5 times when she was launched with ASol, Elise, Yasuo, Nida and LeBlanc.
With the last updated, I noticed some challenges (as Lissandra) weren’t completed. For example, I had 5/16 on her, so I thought maybe the devs increase the rewards in the challenges.
I managed to win with Veigar (really hard compared to the rest), but I didn’t receive any reward (just the experience).
Is it bugged? Only 5 rewards then? Can’t find anything about it.
Thanks in advance!

Hi All!
I recently received $300 for graduation and am looking to invest in a nice pair of headphones. Ideally I would only like to spend $200 ish but I’m more than willing to go over if the quality is worth it. I just don’t know if there is a major change in quality within different price ranges. My biggest concern is wearability as I have a bunch of piercings and am really looking for an alternative for earbuds as I have some inner ear piercings. I need the earmuffs (please forgive my lack of headphone anatomy knowledge) to basically not have any contact with my ear.
I also listen mostly to metal, punk, and the like. I love a really bassy sound but I’m not a massive music connoisseur so I don’t think I would notice more minute differences in sound quality. I also don’t plan on wearing these 24/7, they’re more of a travel, working out, cleaning thing. I’d appreciate any advice even if it’s to stay away from certain ones that won’t fulfill my goals. THANK YOU!

I am FUMING right now. Was selling my pre-opened LV purse that I bought with MY own hands from the LV store, and I received notification that authentication failed. All the notes I received from the authenticator was “Unable to confirm authenticity” with nothing else. Why unable to confirm? What’s wrong with it? No notes. Nothing. Now I got a “violation of Counterfeit item policy” when I know for a fact that my bag IS authentic. It’s not right that the authenticator was unable to authenticate (and I will add—"Unable to confirm authenticity" means that they aren't saying it's fake, but can't say with certainty that it's authentic) and I’m getting doxxed for “selling counterfeit item,” Bag is REAL. Unless it was all a dream where I walked into the store and picked up the bag and purchased it!
Why can’t the authenticators actually authenticate the item?? Isn’t that their job? I don’t understand as I took pictures of every nooks and crannies and scratches on that bag, and it’s specifically listed as used. They can’t even communicate with me why the item didn’t pass. All I got was just that one line note. At this point, even if you know 100% the item is real, it’s 50/50 chance it’ll get returned back to you as they tell you “oops we don’t know how to tell if it’s real sorry. we won’t tell you why but we’re gonna say you violated our policy anyways”

Hi As the title says, I’m a guaranteed transfer student at BU. I had gotten my offer back in 2023 after taking a gap year after high school to reapply to college. BU was the only school aside from my state school that I got into (only as a transfer though), so I decided to go to community college and take their transfer offer. I just got all my official acceptances from them and forms, and they finally gave me my aid package which ended up leaving me paying $85,000 a year. I simply cannot afford this. To add insult to injury, technically they gave me nothing since the $6,500 I get to subtract from the original $90,000 is actually only loans as well.
I didn’t apply to any other schools last year at cc because I had my heart set on BU and I’d already been accepted. I knew they were going to be expensive, but the original estimates were $70,000 not $90,000. BU also doesn’t let transfers defer so there is no taking a year off. I’m currently appealing my aid offer but the financial aid officer I spoke to on the phone told me he’d never seen more than a couple thousand awarded.
I feel absolutes hopeless and trapped. As I mentioned, I already did two rounds of college apps. Once during my senior year of high school and again during my gap year. both times I applied to about 10-15 schools and got into only 3 total.
Originally, I didn’t even want to consider applying as a transfer because of how burned out I am with applications and how horrible it’s been receiving rejection after rejection. However, now after sitting with the news from BU for a bit, I’ve been considering this option. I’d stay another year at my cc and reapply for the 2025 school year. However, I just still am not convinced it’s worth it because I’m just afraid I won’t get in anywhere again. I was a good student in high school with a 3.7 unweighted and 4.5 weighted gpa. My first year of community college I got a 4.0 and received an award for excellence in my Korean language class. I want to transfer to a school with a great East Asian studies program but those are limited or really expensive like BU and I doubt I’d get a better package.
Basically what I’m asking is in complete honesty, am I at all a good transfer candidate? I think my top choice for transfer would be back to BU or maybe something like Princeton (though that’s kind of a crazy reach) since IV’s give better aid. I don’t mean to ask like “what’s my odds of getting into a top 10 school?” my question is can I get into any transfer schools and with a better financial aid package? Though my gpa is good, I didn’t take that great a course load first semester: calculus, mandatory college english advanced level, Korean 101, and guitar second semester: short story analysis class (level 200), asian history class (level 200), ceramics 1, and Korean 102 My sat was 1460 and all my extracurriculars have been mostly about art which I explain relevance in bringing Asian influence in my work. My essay would probably be about wanting to study East Asian studies at the schools I’m applying to since my cc is so limited. I’d ask my Asian history professor and my Korean professor for recommendations (by the end of next school year i’d have 3 semesters with my Korean professor and 2 with my history)
Sorry this is long and thank you to everyone who read through! Any insight into what you think I should do, whether I should just go into crippling debt since BU is pretty much my dream school or if I should roll the dice a third time.

do you have to confront your assaulter or discuss what happened with them ? how necessary is it to confront your assaulter in order to heal or find “peace”?
i see people here talk about how talking and receiving an apology from their abuser makes them feel good. i would like to feel good but i dont think i want to speak to them about or speak to them at all. in my head i think about how ill tell them what they did and how it harmed me and they would recognize their mistakes and apologize to me while seeking some sort of help. realistically i know that won’t happen. their and my family would “bully” me and consider me a liar. the perpetrators themselves would either gaslight me or manipulate the situation or even minimize what happened, i know this because they have some of the worst personalities you can think of (they can mean, bullies, lack empathy). i would get ostracized from my family for accusing them of such things and claim that i destroyed my family. i don’t want to destroy my family, i love my parents, my two younger siblings, and my older cousin (she’s like the sister i never had and is also one of my perps sibling). Genuinely, speaking up of what happened will ruin my life and everyone else’s. What im asking is that can you be at peace without confronting your abuser?

Hi!!! This is my first Reddit post and it’s a long one lol. Well yeah I do have a TL;DR at the end.
I’ve been working as a project assistant in a robotics lab since last December, focusing on autonomous driving, despite my background in mechanical engineering. I gained interest in robotics only during the final year of college when I learned the basics, which is not quite enough to work on complex areas like autonomous driving. I chose to work on autonomous driving initially because I thought I’d learn completely new concepts that would prepare me better for a master’s program. This was perhaps a big mistake.
Since joining, I’ve faced many challenges, from working in a noisy room (the 3D printer especially) to my salary being delayed for three months. I struggled to fit in and was often seen as blunt and rude, while also earning nicknames like “sound allergy and light allergy guy.” My professor received complaints about me being difficult, leading him to assign me an individual project in April. Although I communicated with coworkers, their ideas didn’t work, so I decided to try something on my own. My professor asked me to produce an implementation within a month, which felt daunting.
My professor was out of town for the last two weeks, and the lab’s WiFi hasn’t been working, so many colleagues didn’t show up. I tried implementing my own solutions, but none worked. I only had a trained model, which is about 10% of the work. I emailed my professor last week to discuss other solutions, and he replied yesterday that we should meet today at 10 am. During our meeting, he yelled at me, calling me non-collaborative and abnormally silent, saying I don’t even try to mingle, and that working with me is painful. He insinuated that the funding ends in three months and that I need to produce publications within these three months or he won’t write me a recommendation letter. Out of fear, I told him I’m autistic and struggle with socializing. He said I can’t survive in jobs requiring teamwork if I don’t “change” myself and that he finally understands why I’m disappointing despite graduating from a top tier uni with a good GPA. He also suggested I watch the movie “A Beautiful Mind,” which he thought would be motivational for people like me. Finally, he asked me to switch to simpler concepts like math-based controller design for quicker results and suggested that I learn autonomous driving maybe during my masters.
After revealing my autism, I felt relieved but became emotional and overwhelmed that I couldn’t stay in my lab for even a second. I immediately ran from the lab crying and couldn’t stop till one of my best friends called and checked on me. How can I do better?
TL;DR: Started working in a robotics lab, faced issues like dealing with electronic noise and experiencing delayed salary payments. Despite efforts to mingle, I was called non-collaborative and disappointing, making me tell my prof about my autism out of fear. In response, he suggested that I try harder to mingle and work on simpler concepts. I feel pathetic and worthless. How can I do better?

Warren Buffett once said that the deadliest WMD (weapon of mass destruction) ever created was Compounded Interest. if you don’t understand why, you have no business carrying a credit card around. That message wasn’t geared to you specifically; it was geared more towards the community.
Society as a whole is living deeper and deeper in debt than ever before. Meanwhile, Joe Biden is pretending to make a difference by calling out a war with Junk Fees, but what he won’t tell you about is how closely his late son worked with MBNA in Delaware as attorney general to pass landmark legislation allowing credit card companies to charge over 20% interest. That’s mafia territory.
There’s a reason why every credit card bill or statement you receive comes from an address in Delaware. don’t believe me? Look it up. Delaware is one of the only states that allows for consumer lenders to get away with this absurdity. And I hate to say it, but Biden and family built an Empire out of it by selling Access to some of the largest and stealthiest companies in America. MBNA is maybe the biggest. How close did he get with them? Close enough for the CEO at the time to buy a house for the Bidens.
And don’t just dismiss me as some divisive political voice. That would be making a huge mistake.
Google it yourself

Does anyone know how to get around this? I literally can’t even get my freebie back :(

April 1746, Scotland.
A time of warring clans, used as pawns to replace one king, George II, with another, James VIII, living in France. His son, Prince Charles Edward Stewart, raised clans loyal to his father in 1745 and won a series of battles that caused London to recall one of her generals from the mainland to stop this rebellion.
He was running.
His mind was a mix of fear and anger. He was being shoved and forced with the group around him. All control was gone with the smell of death and blood in the air. Somewhere, a voice rose up,
“Back to the town! Run for your lives!”
He didn’t understand why they were running, they should have stayed with the Prince. They were winning, until they came to this moor. A campaign of victories, with a march into England itself. It was all so close. …
Suddenly a hand grabbed him.
“There you are, where are the others?”
“I don’t know, let go of me!”
A voice from the rear made them turn their heads,
“They’re coming!”
Behind them, large horses with men wearing red cloaks were riding into the rear of the mob of humanity. Swords were raised and brought down onto the heads of any in their way. Horses were used as battering rams, running down the helpless. Women with children became targets for these dragoons. People not involved with the uprising were ridden down or cleaved through.
All he could do was run.
He never had a choice ‘being out with Charlie’. Clan Cameron were staunch Jacobites since the ‘15 however there was a quiet peace in Scotland since those days. His father was obliged to follow the chieftain regardless of his personal beliefs, and his son would come along. If not, they risked being kicked off their small piece of land.
“This served your grandfather well in the ‘15” his father said, a hand resting on the hilt of the broadsword.
“And it will help us bring our king over the water, with god on our side.”
He was too young to understand what this meant, tradition was tradition spilled in the blood of his kinsfolk. Spending time with his sister, Fiona, made him happy. She was only 7 but had old eyes, the women said.
“She will be wise and fierce.”
He didn't know or care about that, he was her protector and older brother.
His mother, a proud member of the MacDonalds, made sure anyone in earshot knew it, much to the chagrin of her husband. Her people were the Lord of the Isles with no equal anywhere in the Highlands.
“Only a MacDonald woman can give birth to a true Highlander” she told her son, instilling her love and sense of honor that was passed down.
“And never trust a Campbell.”
It was a warning MacDonalds took to heart. Campbells, like many clans, used opportunity and cunning to improve their standing with the crown and take advantage of smaller clans. After the Scottish Reformation, many clans became staunch protestants, with the Campbells the largest in the Highlands. They also massacred the MacDonalds of Glencoe. Other clans stayed with the Catholic church, this compiled with ancient animosities would destroy the Highland way of life.
He came from people who for centuries drew their strength from others around them. Called by the chieftain in times when their king needed them or to fight another clan. Hundreds of years they lived this life, of this land, of this piece of glen.
But beyond his own comprehension, great powers in far off lands, moved men and ships from one place to another trying to either help or prevent a queen from taking her fathers throne.This rebellion was sideshow in the larger picture of European politics and London wanted it dealt with, severely. This final act in a great and bloody play would end in a desolate livestock pasture far from his home.
His father.
Where was he?
He remembered they were in line, reciting their lineage to ancestors long ago. Rain beating on their faces, wind blowing in their eyes. Men packed together awaiting the Prince to sound the charge. He saw the government cannon being moved into position and he saw the dragoons move to the flanks of the enemy lines. And he saw the traitors. Highlanders that sided with the government.
Cannon shots struck their ranks. Men fell, disemboweled, entrails and blood mixing with the ground. Horrible wounds that no one could live from. The officers tried to close up ranks as lead balls pierced the ranks of meat. Their own artillery was woefully undergunned when compared to the Hanovarian war machine. Before the battle hundreds of men wandered off in search of food or sleep after a night march to ambush the government forces failed. The ranks were too thin to endure this onslaught, something had to be done.
It was moving so fast his mind couldn’t comprehend what this reality presented him. His 15 years of life wouldn’t change anything in the next 45 minutes.
The Camerons could not wait, their honor and rising casualties forced them forward. Stewarts of Appin to their left followed. The Fraisers, Clan Chattan, Farquharsons pushed forward. Other clans followed their lead over the uneven ground.
He saw his father in front of him running across the moor with the other men of Clan Cameron. Heart beating, mouth dry, legs pumping. An ache in his body. He wanted to stop. However, he knew what was next, an ancient cry pulled from his ancestors, that would steel his resolve.
Chlanna nan con thigibh a' so 's gheibh sibh feòil! / Sons of the Hounds, Come hither and get flesh!
The war cry bellowed from their throats, mixed with screams, gunshots and worse of all, the cannons. Pipers played ancient piobaireachd while swaths of men were wiped away.They had made it to the first line of red jacked soldiers,their bayonets at the ready.
”Claymore!” screamed the Highlanders, the cue to push on the final yards.
Running to catch up to the men in front, targe lowered in the left arm and broadsword raised in the right hand, his world exploded in white smoke. Legs and arms shot away. And others stood frozen and no amount of honor with clansmen screaming at them could move those vessels. And so they died.
The courage that brought him here, left after the brains of a clansman painted his face red. Prestonpants, Falkirk were easy victories for the army. Now it was being disassembled piecemeal. Vomit rose up and he fell to his knees. His stomach was empty since they hadn’t eaten in days, so a gruel of nothing came up. Smoke mixed with men's screams, his targe lost among the heather. He scrambled to his feet and ran past the Lowlanders who formed precise lines and returned fire. Irish and French-Scottish troops held off most of the government soldiers until they could retire in good order. The Prince was spirited away by his bodyguards and into history.
The road back to Inverness became the only escape for these refugees of the battle. Government troops began the slaughter of wounded rebels on the moor. He searched for other Cameron men to flee with, however the deluge of running Highlanders pushed him the four miles toward Inverness.
“They’re coming!”
The carrion call brought him back. Mustering his own strength he pulled away from this hand who grabbed him.
“Donald! It’s Malcolm, come with me!”
The name struck a nerve, Malcolm was his friend from Lochaber. As little boys they played among the cows and hills fighting imaginary enemies coming to take their livestock. His bloodshot eyes settled on Malcolm. For the first time today, he smiled.
“We will get ou….”
A slashing sound filled the air. Malcolm received the dragoons heavy saber to his skull.
“Come ‘ere ya little cunt!”
The language was foreign to Donald but it was the tongue of his enemies. Malcolm's body crumbled under the hooves of the massive horse. Donald scrambled away toward town.
“Where are ye rebel cur!”
With his blood up, the horse turned into a group of civilians trying to pass the dead Highlander. With his saber above his head, the dragoon brought it down on a woman carrying a small bundle. Her scream startled the child in her arms. Falling she let the baby fall away from her.
“Oi, there’s a rebel!” the dragoon hissed. Bringing his mount around, he trampled the bundle into the cold Scottish mud.
Townsfolk ran from the retreating Jacobite army, but most fled from the approaching Hanoverians. News quickly spread of the defeat and caused a panic that could not be stemmed. Donald ran through the streets with other Jacobites and civilians trying to get out of town. Falling, he backed into a wall and watched as people with few belongings or children ran before him. “We need to fight.” he thought, “This can’t be it!”
Pulling his knees up to his chest, Donald started to cry. He wanted to go home, with his father and be held by his mother. Play with his little sister and take her to her favorite part of the glen where the big tree gave them shade. Who would protect his little sister now? He shook with a violence he never knew, he felt sick. His body was shutting down. This was beyond fear, nothing like his fathers punishment or his mothers harsh tongue. It became simple human fight or flight, and Donald was immobile. Urine soaked his kilt as his small knees became the only protection from the violent world around him.
“Laddie, come with me, now!” He looked up to see another hand grab his arm. This time he didn't pull away. “We're going to Ruthven.”

I have an old-style three prong dryer receptacle in my garage - a 10-30R with two hots, a neutral, and no ground. I’ll never use it. The wiring in my house is… interesting to say the least and the utility receptacle in my garage is tied to the bathrooms and living room (Don’t worry it’s on a GFCI itself). Given that, I wanted a dedicated receptacle in my garage so I can run 14 amp power tools without doing a load check beforehand to make sure I won’t pop the breaker.
What I am looking to do is take the 240v receptacle out, put in a 120v 20a one, and use the existing wiring back to the panel which is rated for 30a. Then, I’d have a new 20a breaker installed and reuse one of the dual hot wires as the ground so it would be a properly grounded receptacle.
From what I can tell, the receptacle is like $30 for tamper resistant + GFCI, and the breaker itself is around $7. Then I figure this might take a trained electrician an hour or less to do the work, so I figured the total might be around $160 for a one hour minimum. Most electricians won’t even give me a price without setting up an appointment, though I provided a detailed description and photos. The two quotes I received were for $225 and $445 (!) which seem really high to me. Is this just the “I don’t want to do it” price, or am I out of touch on the pricing? The electrician who quoted $225 worked for me before and only charged me $129 to diagnose a set of outlets that went out which ended up being the GFCI in the garage going dead, and he replaced the receptacle too.

Anybody else’s messages not working by any chance? I can’t send or receive any SMS messages. I’ve done all the trouble shooting I can think of.
Edit: it was on Verizon’s end. I’ve called them and they re-synced my phone to their network and it works now. ._. I sometimes just love Verizon.

for some background information we’ve been together for 6 months ! and we are both eatchothers first serious and intimate relationship. we met in grade 9 of highschool and have been friends since, we had a 2 year gap of friendship because i moved away for university but after reconnecting in november 2023, to starting to date in january 2024 things were going well!
things took a turn a week ago when he admitted to me 3 things; he said 1. he has been missing his independence and overall he was wanting some alone time (this should have been my first clue looking back) 2. that he has been feeling a considerable amount of stress when thinking about our relationship and the future. 3. he thinks he’s a horrible partner. when he admitted these things to me i was very understanding and reassured him that no matter what he was feeling i never was upset for the way he felt. it’s normal to miss certain things and feel anxiety. i told him on multiple occasions that whatever was going with him that i never was upset or mad at him for feeling that way, i was just ultimately concerned with him feeling better and feeling good in the relationship again. he told me he appreciated what i said and he was very thankful ! i even gave him some “fixes” that could maybe improve how he was feeling. we agreed to stop texting 24/7 and instead have more intentional conversation that was focused on quality over quantity. i felt a lot of peace about this because it was ultimately my idea ! he agreed to it too even ! with his stress for the future i gave him reassurance and told him that no matter what, his worries shouldn’t be on the days to come but the day rn. taking it one action at a time rather than focusing on what’s next or ahead. i could tell he wasn’t really receiving this advice well and but again he was still very appreciative of my support overall.
however today, i could totally tell something was wrong in the way he was acting during our phone call. he was not engaged or interested at all. so afterwards i went to check if things were okay but he hit me with the “i think we should take a break” , we agreed on 3 weeks and that i wouldn’t rush his process but i also wouldn’t wait longer than a month. i wasn’t angry with him and demanded him to stay. but all i said was “okay i understand” and told myself that i’ll go 3 weeks no contact. but here i am hours after the conversation and i have no idea how i’m going to pass these 3 weeks and if it’s actually worth staying in them.
for some important backstory into my own mental health, i have persistent/prolonged grief disorder and have this premeditated notion that anyone i’ve ever loved will either leave at some point or pass way. it’s an insecurity of mine but he knows about it, and we have had a conversation on how it affects me. we have both been extremely open about it and it has not been a problem at all. but the idea of a break really plagues me because i have to act like he is “gone” for 3 weeks before i can get any real idea if he wants to begin the relationship again or stop all together. it’s really messing with me because i really do enjoy him and love him. i respect his want for space and wanting to work on himself but i have no idea if this break will mean us getting back together or breaking up for good. my disorder doesn’t allow me to see that anyone could stick around after such a thing because i’m so used to an instant loss. we haven’t had any relationship problems until now so it’s really messing with my thoughts. i love him and want to work on this stuff with him but i’m afraid. can breaks actually improve things or do they just lead to a breakup?
TDLR: my boyfriend and i are going on a 3 week break because he wants to work on himself and find out if it he can manage his stress and anxiety. I’m having a hard time determining if a break is worth it and if he actually finds worth in being with me or if i should just accept the inevitable. can breaks actually improve things or do they just lead to a breakup?
EDIT: we have clarified that even while on a break we both won’t see or entertain other people. He also told me that he’s immediately started to go to therapy.