Hey everyone! My dad has just been diagnosed with stage IV cancer in March and is receiving treatment. He was working for his sister until he couldn't anymore in February, and just began receiving EI last week. He turns 65 in a couple months, and was extremely active and independent before all this but is unable to drive due to treatment until he gets tested in August. I'm 26, and I live and work self-employed in Ontario. I came out here to help him out short-term but since his diagnoses I have decided to stay out here until he's in stable condition.
All this to say, we are selling his house and we want to rent an apartment closer to the cancer centre by June 1st. I want to start reaching out and viewing apartments ASAP but am unsure of how to approach it given the situation. We both have excellent credit and enough money to rent, but I'm worried that our work history will be a problem since I'm self-employed (not currently working because of all this) and he's on EI. My aunt is willing to co-sign if absolutely necessary.
Does anyone have any tips on apartment hunting/applying for rentals? Some location recommendations would also be helpful - we're going to look at a Boardwalk apartment near Westbrook Mall tomorrow so fingers crossed that goes well.
TLDR; cancer patient and caregiver daughter looking for place to rent, worried about the application process due to illness and self-employed status.

after the whole mothers day brunch bs, my husband went with MIL just like we planned little did I know she was going to completely poison him against me. I’m sure she boosted his ego and then snuck all her demands in the same tone. I’m feeling totally at fault because I allowed him to go and get basically brainwashed and manipulated to work against our family. I can’t stand my husband right now because I feel like I’m speaking to his mother every time I bring up this conflict, because he defends her by saying things like “ she deserves to see the baby” “ your mom can see the baby, but my mom can’t that’s wrong” and then I realize those are not his words at all, and these words are only coming out because she has her tentacles in him. Such a sad update after all of the progress I made. I basically ended the argument with my last remaining words being, “ how could you defend the very person that was against us from day one? ( dating, traveling to see your family , moving out, Getting married , putting your now WIFE on your insurance , respecting me postpartum, and now parenting) the only thing funny enough is she was never against us having a baby ….. figures.. How can this be right in your eyes? She doesn’t deserve to see our baby because she didn’t want to support us from the very beginning. She now realizes that she lost the battle and has to give in because she wants so badly to Be inside our family circle and manipulate our daughter against me and play Mommy because in her sick mind, you are her husband and LO is her child, bottom line, she HAS to love me before she GETS to love my daughter, that’s fair. That’s how this works and that’s the only way this works., how can I forget all the nasty disgusting behavior and things that she said and did to me in the past, the trauma that she caused, and then now every time she comes over it’s like I’m invisible and I’m not respected as my daughter’s mother, it brings back the entire reason on why I don’t want to be around your mother, it completely re triggers me, and puts my body into flight or flight mode. Does she really deserve to see the baby at that point?” DH had nothing to say anymore.

I don’t know who reported me but it sucked to receive this.
The result will now be I won’t interact with this or any CPTSD subreddit or comment.
Any I know some will say it’s just someone trolling or misplaced good intent.
But it proves that the one thing I used to come here for that I never found IRL doesn’t exist here either — a judgement-free safe space for dealing with and processing CPTSD.
And funny thing is I never indicated any active self-harm or suicidal ideations. I cannot imagine how someone in that position would feel like. Receiving that message with a bunch of most generic and unhelpful resources that most of us have already sought and found utterly useless and that’s why we sought better space.
The world really truly ain’t built for CPTSD victims is it huh?… And it’ll do everything to bully you into conforming to normalcy if you want to survive existing in it, thus proving it will never understand or accept you as you are.
Ps. I def know this ain’t automated, I’ve been here long enough. To whoever reported whatever post/comment of mine. Thanks for making me feel like a crazy person, Fuck you. Funny thing is, my first immediate thought was it must be someone from my real life, because that’s how invalidating and abusive it has been to my mental health lol. Guess people are people.

I (30 F) am afraid my partner (30M) of 7 months is cheating on me
I’m going to give context for you guys. I was in a relationship for around 4 years until I discovered that the man I was with was cheating on me for the entirety of the relationship. All online relationships through dating apps, Facebook, Instagram, Reddit, and Snapchat. He hid it extremely well. There was a couple instances I knew in the very beginning of our relationship but I chose to stay. Towards the last year of our relationship, I was discovering things every other week.
Not even six months after breaking up with my previous partner, I met whom I thought was the love of my life. I unfortunately was not as up front with him though. I lied to him for around a month about something pretty serious and when I finally came clean, he was very hurt about it. I lied to protect myself as I didn’t want to lose him (I have BPD and severe abandonment issues which I am not using as an excuse whatsoever but figured that may be important to know). A few months later and right after fight about the situation, I discovered that he cheated on me exactly the same way my ex did. A woman had previously reached out, he ignored her until one night after doing drugs and feeling really shitty, he gave her attention. She sent me the entirety of their conversation and it really was only about 10 minutes but still extremely triggering for me. We have since fought very often about what we both did to one another. My partner will get to the point of saying that’s he is done, that he is breaking up with me and for me, that’s extremely triggering due to the abandonment issues. Last week, I was out of town and was extremely sad and homesick. I wasn’t being positive at all and that was bringing down my partner and affecting his mood. He tried his best to help me out one night by giving me advice and talking me through everything but I became defensive. It turned into a fight and by the next day, it was even worse. Everyone we fight about anything, he becomes triggered about what I did to him. I was heading to my car when I called him and he was so angry and impatient that he said he was done and he hung up the phone. I was extremely panicked so I called and called and he answered the phone. Continued to argue and he broke up with me again and hung up. I continued to he panicked, called him multiple times and was crying, hyperventilating and just begging and begging for him to call me. He finally did, apologized and promised that he wouldn’t do it again. He did, the cycle repeated itself until we finally finished arguing and made up. That was an extremely traumatic event for me. I haven’t felt the same since honestly. The following day I had therapy and I talked extensively about the situation. She suggested that when the right time came I needed to sit down with my partner and explain how I’m feeling and how we can get better from that. After therapy, I came home and decided to do so but he became short and defensive right off the bat, assuming I hadn’t told my side of the story which I had, but I hadn’t had a chance to explain that yet to my partner. I again felt very defeated and was honestly feeling like we needed to end things. We didn’t though and continued on with the rest of our day. We fought again the next day, again getting to the point of almost breaking up but was then fine and we moved on. We haven’t fought since but since we started having these fights, I have been feeling this deep paranoid feeling that he has cheated on me again. I just have this feeling that he is. No proof though. A lot of the things he has said to me has triggered me into further believing that he has cheated. And it can be anything. Just random things that make me go, I bet he’s cheating on you. I’ve become extremely paranoid about his phone and I’m having dreams now of me finding him having sex with another girl. With my previous relationship trauma, I cannot tell if this is my intuition that’s telling me to run or just my anxiety. Because I know that intuition supposedly feelings like a calming whisper to you but I’m feeling panicky and my heart rate is fast and I get nauseous. But, this is exactly how I felt whenever I became suspicious of my ex and ended up finding things. I also had dreams that my ex was cheating on me. I have become such a nervous wreck now and cannot function. Am I experiencing trauma and anxiety because of the constant fighting and almost breaking up we recently experienced? Is my brain manifesting thosetraumatic experiences and creating a narrative that my partner is cheating?
TLDR: My partner and I have been fighting a lot, triggering my abandonment issues and possibly also my relationship trauma from my previous partner… is this leading me to convince myself that my current partner is cheating?

Okay I was watching Punch-Drunk Love (highly recommended movie) and I find it so relatable and I finally have the guts to share the most embarrassing story you've heard and be ready to cringe. This is a long one lads, it's a lore.
I was 11 turning 12 years old and this girl comes to my school who had just moved from Saudi. She used to get the best grades in school, you know she is the cool girl. My mom liked her when she met her at PTA and that was like a seal of approval for young me. (Context: - I live in an Asian country)
My mind fixated on her although she was an year and exactly 6 months older than me. (Same grade). So here's where the plot thickens. Grade 6, enters another student, let's call him Cow. So Cow sat near me from the first day of school and I introduced him to everything. He became more sociable than I am and the dude didn't care I mean that's alright shit happens but he became close to the girl I like. (Let's call her Moose)
Fast forward 5 years later, Cow and Moose are close friends and Cow's friends were shipping him for her. She kept friend zoning him. I have never talked to Moose ever. Like never. We were in the same class. Last day of school, I was relieved to be leaving my shitty school life just as I'm leaving Moose says bye to me like she waves her hand and I was like you talking to me (like De Niro). So I called up a friend I know (prefect) and he gave me her number and my excuse was that I needed the numbers of the students I didn't have contacts in class and he bought it. So I hit her up. I was mansplaining the fuck out. She took it like a good sport. We were texting for a while.
But Cow didn't like it. We were supposed to meet to get the leaving certificates back at school. Moose wanted to get it at the same time as me. Guess who's there. The motherfucking boogeyman, I swear jealousy is a motherfucker sometimes I can't ignore it. But guess what she called him "her brother" and I was sitting at the office couch and those words hit like melody to me. And I got up, talked to her. Like that shit gave me confidence like never before and it's gonna comeback to haunt me (later you'll realize). So I accidentally flirted at her and Cow went like "Huh". So now I'm overwhelmed and I realized I'm running my mouth too much so I went outside and this girl calls me.
Context about this other girl: - So you know how tuition classes are a thing in Asia so I was in an IT class where I know this girl from a ceremony. She became a real close friend to me and she'll play an important role later. (Let's call her Mini Cooper (coz she's short 😂))
So she saw me from her school van. And she was giving me a call. Looking back, she liked me. I hid the fact that I had a crush on Moose.
And now Cow is pissed off at me and he is pillow-talking through texts. He shares that embarrassing story where I broke fast for just a lollipop for my friend's birthday which is meant to be a fucking joke. Moose said these things to me and I wanted to get back at him so bad.
Now I'm in my relative's funeral and I was bored af (sounds terrible I'm sorry) and Mini Cooper started texting me after an Instagram story I posted. Atp she knows that I had a crush on Moose. I was loathing about the fact that Cow and his friends and Moose go to the same college now and I'm alone and shit and they are taking photos. I had severe Fear of Missing Out. And She mentioned about her friend that goes to the same college. And we find out that both these girls are best friends. I felt like I hit the jackpot. So I beg Mini Cooper to talk her friend and get her on my side. I was trying to be the parasite coz Cow was using his friends to ship him to her. So Mini Cooper set it up. And she said that this friend is a "high maintenance" and I should've knew then. I hit her up (let's call her Molly Shannon(glasses)) and it was cool and it went on. Now here comes the most embarrassing thing that happened. (if you've read up to this point huge thank you, coz my own ass wouldn't read something this long)
I was in Mania after the funeral ended and I was so overwhelmed to get back at Cow. So I started texting Cow. Stupid move like moving your Queen diagnol to the bishop. I was asking some stupid shit like When's your birthday and replying like "Oh yeah mine's at the end of November". And I asked how's college and shit. Then I asked "Do you know this girl? Molly Shannon(not her real name)" and dude was like "Yeah the girl with glasses" she hangs around with Moose. So I was like "she's my relative". This is the moment where I fucked up big time. Coz I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know what my plan was. He was like "Oh Nice".
So I stopped texting Molly Shannon after that coz she is a weirdo and I had not realized what I've done coz I completely ignored.
Weeks later, I see a Snapchat snap and Cow, his friends, Molly Shannon and Moose were going on a bus. Seemed like a flex on me. And I was like sighing. Then I get a call. It's from Cow. Cow takes a call with his friends and starts making fun of me. "Molly Shannon is your cousin?" with Molly Shannon laughing in the background. I was so embarrassed of it. My anxiety was creeping up. She ratted on me for clout.
So I joined this college (bcoz I'm stupid but yeah it ended up being a good choice thank god) and there was a orientation party and I was walking from mosque to college. And suddenly, Cow and his friends appear and they start making fun of me through the whole party. I fucked up big time. And this took a huge toll on my mental health. Plus the barber fucked my hair up and I was wearing a cap and I was walking around the party like an idiot with nobody. Moose and Molly Shannon were looking at me like crazy.
I call Mini Cooper and she calmed me down. (Best friend ever, love you ❤️) but I did more wrong to her coz I'm an entitled asshole. To dismiss the cousin rumours I said it was Mini Cooper's idea. She knew but she never spoke of it. The thing about Mini Cooper is my mom didn't like her. That's the thing that kept me from getting close to her. My mom made me not hang out with people she didn't like.
Okay, the most important fact here is that Moose never knew about any of this shit. She didn't know I had a crush on her. She didn't know the cousin thing. And it was weird. I went to her DMs and started apologizing for no reason. Another embarrassing moment. But Thank God.
This thing kept on bugging me for so long and I was already suicidal. Cow and I are the only ones in College and we weren't as terrible as we were before coz Moose left college in her 1st year. I tried to make it as funny as possible but you know it sounds terrible. And Mini Cooper, I know you know. I'm sorry.
This is one of the two embarrassing moments between Me and Moose. I do care if nobody reads, it would hurt me that this shit I did goes unacknowledged. Fellas, don't worry if you fucked up, you can't fuck up as much me.
This is a story of an entitled, pathetic, anxious, full of himself and impulsive idiot.

I sent a few notices to the Berlin immigration office regarding my unemployment, but they never got back to me.
And I plan to travel outside of Schengen to visit family, around 5 months of unemployment.
On the website it says your residence status is valid from the last you were given, which for me is 2028.
Can I travel abroad safely with this info?
(I have proof of my attempt to contact the immigration office)

For thousands of years, and to this day, Christians of various kinds have tried to demonstrate the truth of Christianity by claiming that Jesus was prophesied about specifically in the Hebrew Scriptures. It is argued that Jesus fulfilled these prophecies about the Messiah in the OT and, therefore, is the promised one. Only Jesus could've fulfilled these Messianic prophecies, so they say. Additionally, Christian theology, building off the NT paradigm of quoting the OT, has claimed that the OT looks forward to the founding of Christianity and the formation of the Church.
What this post will argue is that this is anachronistic and that Christians are incorrect in their claims about the OT. The OT prophets do not look forward to a supposed Messiah figure who would arrive hundreds of years later in 1st century Roman Palestine or that this Messiah figure would crucified and raised from the dead. Nor do they prophesy the establishment of the Christian religion. Instead, the OT looks forward to an imminent, glorious, material restoration of ancient Israel meant to happen in their day, not centuries later when Christianity was founded. Nor is the OT looking forward to supposed events that have yet to happen, like the second coming of Jesus or a future restoration of the land of Israel. These were supposed to happen in ancient Israel but did not occur.
Before I begin, I would like to say that this is the consensus of biblical scholars and historians. This is not just my opinion or the opinion of secular skeptics. All critical scholars of the OT, including Jews, Christians, and non-religious ones, agree that OT needs to be understood in its ancient Israelite context. They agree that these texts and oracles are not about Jesus or the Church. If you want to read an excellent scholarly resource, I highly recommend John J. Collins, Introduction to the Hebrew Bible, 2018. He is a leading OT scholar at Yale and a Roman Catholic. The New Oxford Annotated Study Bible is also a beneficial resource, giving a critical scholarly introduction and notes to the Hebrew Bible.
For this post, I will look at some of the principal prophetic literature of the OT. I cannot analyze every single relevant passage.

Isaiah

The Book of Isaiah is among the most popular books in ancient Judaism and Christianity. I could be wrong, but I believe it is the most cited book in the NT after Psalms. This is relevant to this discussion because Christians cite many passages in Isaiah, believing them to be predictions about Jesus. This precedent is set in the NT, for example, in Matthew's or Luke's gospel. However, Jesus/Christianity is not prophesied in the book. Instead, Isaiah predicts the imminent restoration of the Kingdom of Israel and the gathering of the twelve tribes.
Let's examine Isaiah 7:14, a passage often misconstrued as a prophecy about Jesus. In reality, it's not a prophecy about the Messiah at all. The passage states, 'Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Look, the young woman is with child and shall bear a son and shall name him Immanuel.' This is not about a virgin giving a miraculous birth. The word used here is 'almah ', which simply means young woman. If Isaiah intended to convey that this woman was a virgin, there was a word for that, 'betulah '. Matthew's use of the Greek translation of Isaiah 7:14, which is a mistranslation of the Hebrew, as a prophecy about Jesus's virgin birth is a misinterpretation. The context of Isaiah 7 is an oracle of consolation given to King Ahaz, promising him a sign through the birth of a son that Jerusalem will be preserved from the Assyrian crisis.
'For before the child knows how to refuse the evil and choose the good, the land before whose two kings you are in dread will be deserted. The Lord will bring on you and on your people and on your ancestral house such days as have not come since the day that Ephraim departed from Judah—the king of Assyria. On that day the Lord will whistle for the fly that is at the sources of the streams of Egypt and for the bee that is in the land of Assyria. And they will all come and settle in the steep ravines and in the clefts of the rocks and on all the thornbushes and on all the watering holes. On that day the Lord will shave with a razor hired beyond the River—with the king of Assyria—the head and the hair of the feet, and it will take off the beard as well.'
So, Isaiah 7:14 refers to the Assyrian crisis in the 8th century BCE and the preservation of Jerusalem, not events that occurred hundreds of years later. Matthew's misquotation of the OT is a clear example of misinterpretation. It's quite ironic and even amusing that the most famous and well-known prophecy about Jesus's virgin birth, cited every year at Christmas, is quite literally not about that. This highlights the importance of understanding the historical context and the original intent of the texts.
There is a cluster of oracles in Isaiah 9-11 that Christians cite as a prophecy about Jesus. But when we look at the context of Isaiah 7-12, we see that these are about the restoration of Zion and the re-establishment of a Davidic king who would rule in the ancient Near East in Israel, not in 1st-century Judea.
Let's look at some of the famous passages.
'For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders, and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Great will be his authority, and there shall be endless peace for the throne of David and his kingdom. He will establish and uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time onward and forevermore. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.' 9:6-7
This is not a prophecy about Jesus. The text presupposes that this son is already born and will fulfill this vision in Isaiah's day. Again, the passages surrounding this one set the historical context for fulfillment in the ANE. This Davidic King would preside over the physical restoration of a united Kingdom of Israel and the unification of the twelve tribes.
'On that day, the remnant of Israel and the survivors of the house of Jacob will no longer lean on the one who struck them but will lean on the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, in truth. A remnant will return, the remnant of Jacob, to the mighty God. For though your people, O Israel, were like the sand of the sea, only a remnant of them will return.' 10:20-22
'On that day, the root of Jesse shall stand as a signal to the peoples; the nations shall inquire of him, and his dwelling shall be glorious. On that day, the Lord will again raise his hand to recover the remnant that is left of his people from Assyria, from Egypt, from Pathros, from Cush, from Elam, from Shinar, from Hamath, and from the coastlands of the sea.' 11:10-11
The King, through Yahweh, on that day will also,
'raise a signal for the nations and will assemble the outcasts of Israel and gather the dispersed of Judah from the four corners of the earth. ¹³ The jealousy of Ephraim shall depart; the hostility of Judah shall be cut off; Ephraim shall not be jealous of Judah, and Judah shall not be hostile toward Ephraim. ¹⁴ But they shall swoop down on the backs of the Philistines in the west; together, they shall plunder the people of the east. They shall put forth their hand against Edom and Moab, and the Ammonites shall obey them.'
So, it's clear what these oracles were intending to describe. Isaiah predicted that after the Assyrian crisis of the 8th century BCE, Yahweh would raise up a Davidic ruler who would preside over a literal Israelite Kingdom that would become the dominant power of the ANE. This was expected to happen in the ancient world, but it did not occur. The historical context of Jesus and the first-century Church is not the fulfillment of these oracles. These oracles are failed. Isaiah's vision of an eternal, glorious Israelite Kingdom did not come to pass.

Jeremiah

There are two passages in Jeremiah I would like to discuss.
Jeremiah 29:10 promises that after 70 years, the Jews will return from the Babylonian exile, and God will restore Israel to its former glory.
'For thus says the Lord: Only when Babylon’s seventy years are completed will I visit you, and I will fulfill to you my promise and bring you back to this place. For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. Then, when you call upon me and come and pray to me, I will hear you. When you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart, I will let you find me, says the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and all the places where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile.'
This never happened historically. Yes, some of the Judeans in exile did return to Israel. Israel was rebuilt with the help of the Persians. But, this was not the glorious restoration predicted by the prophets. Israel would continue to be dominated by foreign powers until the establishment of the secular state of Israel in 1948, which, of course, has no relevance to this ancient oracle. Further, while some Judeans did return, this promise of a gathering of Jews from all the nations did not happen. After the Assyrian and Babylonian conquests, Jews have remained permanently dispersed in the diaspora. This is another failed oracle. It cannot be interpreted exegetically as being fulfilled in the 1st century with Jesus and Christianity.
More famously, however, is Jeremiah's prediction of the establishment of a 'New Covenant.' (31:31) Christians see this New Covenant as being fulfilled in the Church, and indeed, the New Testament frequently refers to the New Covenant being fulfilled in the Christian community and Jesus's work. However, the historical context of this passage is surrounded by a cluster of oracles in chapters 30-31 that were meant to be a consolation to ancient Israel. The passage itself is clear that this is not talking about Christianity or events hundreds of years later, but is a word of consolation to Jews who experienced the Babylonian conquest:
'The days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah.' 31:31
What is the context?
'At that time, says the Lord, I will be the God of all the families of Israel, and they shall be my people.' 31:1
'The days are surely coming, says the Lord, when the city shall be rebuilt for the Lord from the tower of Hananel to the Corner Gate. And the measuring line shall go out farther, straight to the hill Gareb, and shall then turn to Goah. The whole valley of the dead bodies and the ashes and all the fields as far as the Wadi Kidron, to the corner of the Horse Gate toward the east, shall be sacred to the Lord. It shall never again be uprooted or overthrown.' 31:38-40
'For the days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will restore the fortunes of my people, Israel and Judah, says the Lord, and I will bring them back to the land that I gave to their ancestors, and they shall take possession of it' 30:3
Then, it is clear what prophesy about the New Covenant means. It's about the imminent restoration of the ancient Kingdom of Israel and its ascent into power and glory. Again, these oracles remained unfulfilled and precisely falsified.

Micah

There is one famous passage in Micah 5, quoted in Matthew and frequently cited by Christians as "proof" that Jesus's birth location was prophesied about hundreds of years prior. The idea that Jesus was born in Bethlehem is, of course, historically dubious. Matthew and Luke's accounts are contradictory and rife with historical problems. Mark and John assume Jesus has always been a native of Nazareth (Mk 6:2-3, Jn 1:46, 7:42). It seems then that Matthew and Luke invented their passages about Jesus being born in Bethlehem to give him more Davidic status. But this is beside the point, even if Jesus was born in Bethlehem. It is not a fulfillment of this passage.
'But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who is one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days.' 5:2
What is the historical context of this oracle? Again, the context of the chapter and the book is Israel's restoration and the Israelite kingdom's imminent establishment.
'Then, the remnant of Jacob, surrounded by many peoples, shall be like dew from the Lord, like showers on the grass, which do not depend upon people or wait for any mortal. ⁸ And among the nations the remnant of Jacob, surrounded by many peoples, shall be like a lion among the animals of the forest, like a young lion among the flocks of sheep, which, when it goes through, treads down and tears in pieces, with no one to deliver. ⁹ Your hand shall be lifted up over your adversaries, and all your enemies shall be cut off.'
On that day, says the Lord, I will cut off your horses from among you and will destroy your chariots; ¹¹ and I will cut off the cities of your land and destroy all your strongholds; ¹² and I will cut off sorceries from your hand, and you shall have no more soothsayers; ¹³ and I will cut off your images and your pillars from among you, and you shall bow down no more to the work of your hands; ¹⁴ and I will uproot your sacred poles^\)^g\) from among you and destroy your towns. ¹⁵ And in anger and wrath I will execute vengeance on the nations that did not obey.
What about this future King? Again, I find it amusing that Christians cite this text to show that Jesus fulfilled it. It shows they have not read and understood the historical context of the oracle. The text goes on to say that this King will conquer the land of Assyria, the land of Nimrod.
Micah 5:5–6
'When the Assyrians come into our land and tread upon our soil, we will raise against them seven shepherds and eight rulers. They shall rule the land of Assyria with the sword and the land of Nimrod with the drawn sword; he shall rescue us from the Assyrians if they come into our land or tread within our border.'

Conclusion

I've, of course, been very selective. There are many more examples of this that could've been pulled from. I hope you will see what I've briefly tried to show. The Prophets of the OT predicted that in their own time, they would see the salvation of Yahweh as their God. A Davidic King would be raised, and Israel would be restored to glory after the Assyrian crisis in the case of Isaiah or the Babylonian crisis in the case of Jeremiah and Micah. The same goes for the other prophets. My thesis, then, is that historically understood, not only did these oracles fail in their prediction, but they are demonstrably not about events in 1st century Roman Palestine or the wider Greco-Roman world. They're not about establishing the Church or a dying and rising messiah figure who brings spiritual salvation. Yes, the NT does interpret passages in the OT as being fulfilled in Jesus. But they are taken out of their historical context. The NT and early Christians were not novel in this practice. This was standard Jewish exegesis of the OT. Because Christians and Jews believed that the OT writings were sacred scripture that couldn't be wrong, they reinterpreted them in the light of their situations. The Essenes at Qumran, like the early Christians, also thought that their community and Teacher of Righteousness was the fulfillment of the bible prophecy, and the Rabbis in the Rabbinic literature frequently apply ancient scripture to their community.

Not that anything could ever truly prepare you for the reality of having Huntington’s disease in your family. However, there are steps that you can take to make this journey a bit easier on yourself, your loved ones, and those in your family who are at risk.
If you have already reached out to your local HDSA chapter and are well educated via our very thorough Wikipedia page, please take additional steps to ensuring you and your loved ones have the extra support you deserve and need. 💙💜
One thing I highly recommend is joining the Facebook group “the good the bad the ugly “for people looking to find others who have had the same experiences.
I also suggest checking out a Facebook page called “we wear blue and purple “. Both of these are mine and long since been passed down to another by myself, however, they are still being used by the greater community at large.
Huntington’s disease is scary, but you don’t have to face it alone. The online Support Group on Facebook called “the good the bad the ugly “has almost 6700 international members from all walks of life. I would say start there with your questions and follow the breadcrumbs until they lead you to a group that is more specific to your own individual needs.
As The creator of this group originally I made it so that absolutely anyone dealing with Huntingtons, whether it be themselves, their family, their friends, their loved ones, or are at risk, have a place to talk about their fears, hopes, dreams with others who share the same.
Please know that you are loved and you are not alone.
Everything we know about HD/JHD so far: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntington%27s_disease
HDSA (Huntington’s Disease Society of America) : https://hdsa.org/
We Wear Blue & Purple: https://www.facebook.com/Wewearblueandpurple
Support Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/406770452750893/
I apologize to have only been able to create these on facebook so far as I have taken a social media hiatus for about the last 5 years. . Luckily they do not remove them for creator inactivity.
May is Hd & JHD awareness month. Who do you wear your blue and purple for?

I ran our entire whatsapp conversation since we met through different sentiment analysis techniques to find statistics about insults, compliments and arguments, and these were the results:
https://imgur.com/a/T36SeqV I sent these to her and her responses were:
"this started off funny and then u started to believe that u were somehow not a piece of shit then u got me mad"
"but you say lowkey jarring fucking things that rile me up and then act naive like ur the victim"
"whatever man i don’t care to have this argument w you"
"whatever u if wanna be the victim i’ll leave lol"
"AI doesn’t pick up on ur condescending shit"
"analyze this fight and identify how much of a fucking idiot u are and how bad you piss women off" "correlate that with ur likelihood of ending up with someone decent because who would wanna put up with how insufferable u are"
"why are u sending me shit that doesn’t make sense, fucking irritating"

After the great scattering and the unification of Terra and the Sol system. The Emperor ventured out to conquer the galaxy and search for his Primarchs. During this great crusade many Primarchs were found, and despite some setbacks, reunited with their legions. His Primarchs were tasked with the further unification and subjugation of the fragmented remnants of humanity throughout the stars. In this they were told to keep a lookout for their fellow creations. Some Primarchs like Vulkania, Hathor and Sanguinia were devoting great efforts to find and rescue their lost Sisters while the more coldly pragmatic ones like Ferra, Perturaba and Ellanor treated this task as more of a chore with the expectation of unearthing a new weapon for the war effort. So in Year 888 of M 30 of the imperial standard calendar the blood angels legion and their primarch Sanguinia were carrying out the expansion efforts in the borderzone of the growing ultramar exclave. As it happened they came across a civilized human world, that its residence called Nuceria. Sanguinia, ever the charming diplomat, had first contact messages sent out on all possible vox channels and frequencies and even utilizing communication methods from the dark age of technologie in hopes of reaching the planetary authorities. After managing to establish a reliable method of communication she scheduled plans to send an envoy for a planetary landing and subsequent negotiations about the integration into the imperium. As they were loading up the landing crafts with gifts and weapons and diplomats and space marines, Sanguinia was walking across the main hangar bay of the Red Tear. Looking left and right over all the busy people, her wings swaying in the breeze of the air conditioning. At the end of the hangar hall she saw admiral Ares DuCade hurrying towards her with his entourage. She took a moment to stand still and look at him coming, her moment of peace would soon be over.
“There you are my lord, I have been looking for you all morning! You weren’t on the flight deck, you weren’t on the command deck nor on the Bridge nor in your personal quarters and not even on the observation deck could I find you. Landing group alpha primus were worried to terra and back, that their main asset wouldn’t show up in time for take off. First officer Morel almost cried at the thought of having lost a Primarch! Just what in the Imperiums name has possessed you to roam the lower bowes of the ship!” Sanguinia smiled and laughed: “Oh I just wanted to ensure that the ensins and marines of objective group two and three were well rested. I know they don’t mind doing the less glamorous security work but I don’t want them to feel left out just because they couldn’t take part in the parade today.” DuCarde sighed: “Please at least tell your personal security detail before going on such an unscheduled escapade”. He looked at his Primarch, then blushed and looked away. “But thank you for caring about the men”, he couldn’t stay mad at her, not with that smile. “Well then, let us proceed, before we cause a delay, If we go now we should just about make it in time”, Sanguinia winked at him and led the way.
As predicted the transport shuttles departed just in time and the descent to Nuceria was smooth and without issue. Group primus would head down towards the capitol and land just outside in a spectacular flight show before parading into the city where they would engage in the negotiations. Sanguinia knew the importance of making powerful and benevolent first impressions. Group secundus and tertius would make a less impressive descent and position themselves near the military, logistics and communications centers, just in case the talks went sour or the planetary authority would try to pull a fast one on the Legion. But so far everything went to plan, they were almost at the main square, their diplomats had engaged the planetary politicians and even though her personal honor guard was tense, looking for danger around every corner, Sanguinia made a calm and relaxed impression. She had to make a conscious effort for this impression but she knew as soon as this was done she could return to her beloved little dove and spend with them the time that was otherwise allocated for the conquest of this planet. The Desh’ean nobility welcomed Sanguinia and one man stepped forward and introduced himself as lord Thal’kr, leader of the ruling clan. His pompous attitude suggested he saw himself as an equal to Sanguinia, from one lord to another, this was a nuisance that she would just have to deal with. Usually putting pretentious mortals in their place wasn’t an issue for any primarch and she could do it tactfully too, but something about this seemed to give the red angel a headache. Regardless they followed the planetary customs to the necessary degree and were soon invited to a spectacle in the colosseum. Sanguinia, her honor guard, her remembrancer and various other guests were placed in the royal lounge with servants, wine and a grandiose view over the arena. While she was half heartedly listening to the japping of lord Thal’kr her gaze glanced over the rest of the stadium. It was packed. Bread and games seemed to keep the populous obedient. Her headache was still not going away. It was a weird feeling, not even her prescience would allow her to divine what it was. She tried to direct her focus back to what the noble was saying. “...So anyway we have this great gladiator, basically a giant, and the best part is, She’s basically indestructible. Any wound and any torment we inflict on her she recovers from. The populus loves her, especially when we have her fight great beasts like mammoths and nucerian mountain lions. But personally I think her best performance was when we had her fight alongside her adoptive father in an impossible fight, and then when they survived, we told them to kill each other! HAHAHAHA.” The laughter of the fat, opulent tyrant made Sanguinia want to cringe and turn away, but something told her to pay attention. Sanguinia became envious of her bodyguards, for they had helmets behind which they could hide their disgust. This man's ruling ethics could not have been further apart from her own. She tries to distract herself by looking at the faces of the other attendance. To her dismay the only other local that seemed to find anything wrong with this story was a young mortal standing by the balcony and holding a bouquet of flowers. Lord Thal’kr seemed to notice. "Oh? Do you fancy the little one? They are one of my Children. I’ll introduce you.” He turned and called out: “Hei Yarrow come here and give the nice lady the courtesy will you?” The young mortal hurried over, almost tripping over their light robes. They stood in front of the red angel and bowed deeply; clearly they had been raised to be polite and respectful in anticipation for a marriage alliance. “H-hello your highness my name is Yarrow, I’m blessed to meet you,” they blushed but stayed composed even in the presence of someone as intimidating as a primarch. “Come on little one be nice and subservient and maybe the lady will take you away and show you the stars beyond our world,” the tyrant laughed, “what were you doing over there by the balcony anyway? You weren’t thinking any bad thoughts about the gladiators again were you?” “Ah n-no father. Of course not.” “That’s still ‘my lord’ to you.” He shooed young Yarrow away. “Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, And then they thought they could be slick by refusing to fight each other, but we won’t be defied that easily, so we pumped her full of stimulants and had neural-anti cognitors placed in her head. Oh you should’ve seen her then, ripped her father apart like a squealing rabbit. And how she cried afterwards, like a little bitch. Oh what wouldn’t I give to hear that again.” Another noble chimed in:”But what about the time we made her fight her lover?” “Who do you mean?” The tyrant asked. “Gladiolus the beautiful but fearsome young Gladiator,” the noble replied. “Ah yeah HAHA. Well not so fearsome in the end were they?” Lord Thal’kr laughed again. “You have to know, when we learned about their relationship, they had apparently gotten close after the death of her father, we brought the two into the arena. They thought they would be fighting beasts but in reality they would have to fight each other. We gave her just enough time to realize her predicament before we pumped up the pressure on those anti-cognitors and turned her back into a wild savage animal. You should have seen them. Gladiolus pleaded with her to ‘snap out of it’ but she fell upon them and crushed their skull between her thighs like a watermelon. It was a delicious spectacle.” This man seemed to relish in the memory and just as Sanguinia contemplated if it was worth keeping him around he went: “Look! There She is. Child of the mountain, Mistress of the red sands along with our finest gladiators. Hail to those about to die!”
Sanguinia looked down into the arena and got hit with a wave of realization like an orbital bombardment. As she stared down she knew what the feeling was that had plagued her all day. It was this presence that she sensed and her prescience that had been screaming at her what her mind didn’t want to comprehend. But now it stood there below her, clear as day and no longer deniable. She thought no primarch could be more haggard than Morrigan and no such demigod could be more disheveled than Corvess. But she was wrong. Before her eyes stood, wrapped in chains, beaten and broken, her own flesh and blood. And as Angron looked up at the red angel standing at the parapet, all that Sanguinia could do was to close her mind to the visions of what was to come.
“You did WHAT to my Sister?!” The red angel spoke, dry and sharp, hair fell across her face and droplets of black blood fell on the parapet. “Well… we…”, before the tyrant could even speak she fell upon him. A massive hand clamped around his jaw and ripped it off. The guards reacted fast but the astarties reacted faster, thow they could not do much more than dispatch of the armed men before Azkellon ordered them to stand down. They looked over at their primarch who, in this brief moment, had already torn her way through seven other nobles with bare hands and was now about to reach her sword. Azkellon saw that the situation had turned most dire and knew he had to take charge. He turned on the vox:”all channels, situation’s fubar. Proceed with operational backup plan. Don’t go near mother, she is violent and unresponsive.” He then turned towards the brothers standing next to him and shouted: “Sanguinary guard evacuate the premises, ensure the retreat of all imperial non-combatants and most important of all: rescue that Primarch!” He pointed down into the arena, the lower levels of the stadium hadn’t yet realized what was happening, but sure enough there would be mass panic and a stampede. The Astarties split up and Azkellon along with his squad hopped down into the upper levels of the stadium. They did so just in time because the roof of the lodge began to buckle as the red angel cut through men and stone pillars as if they were straw. Azkellon cursed under his breath. He should have insisted on jump packs for this operation. It was no use now, they had to make their way down into the arena by foot, cut a way if necessary. When they were finally in the bottom rows the roof of the lodge above them collapsed and they heard an ear ringing scream: “HOW DARE YOU!” and “MY BABY SISTER!”. Clearly the primarch had finished massacring the major nobles in attendance and was now carving a bloody canyon through the minor ones. The stadium was now in full panik and mortals were scrambling over each other to get out of their own slaughterhouse. The Astarties hopped another fence down into the arena. A few bolter rounds dispatched of the remaining guards and Azkellon made his way over to the still restrained Angron. The next few words he spoke would be crucial to ensure the primarchs' cooperation; he had to choose them carefully and he had to choose them fast. “Mistress of the red sands, we are the angels of the Godemperor of mankind sent to aid you in your escape from this wretched place!” He prayed to Terra that she didn’t actually want to stay here. But to his relief Angron nodded and spoke:”My thanks. Get me out of these shackles, I can fight for myself.” Azkellon hurried to get out his multi-tool and got to work on the primarchs bindings. As he did so he looked her in the eyes and said: “it’s okay, you no longer need to fight for or by yourself.” Angron tried to stay stoic but he could see that the primarch was fighting to hold back tears. She looked as thow decades and decades of prayers prayed cold and lonely cells had finally been answered. When the shackles cracked and broke she turned away: ”They come with me”, she pointed to the other gladiators in the arena. “Very well”, Azkellon knew he couldn’t refuse her or the tenuous trust they had just built would be null and void. His squad freed the gladiators and they hurried out of the arena as Askellon ordered another thunderhawk for evacuation. As the last to leave the arena he looked back and saw the seating area had been filled with so much gore and viscera that blood began to spill over and run down the walls into the sand of the fighting pit. He made another vox call to the red tear and ordered them to get Dove on that thunderhawk along with as many tranquilizers as they could muster. They would need any help they could get if they wanted Sanguinia to calm down.
Angron led the astarties through the underbowels of the arena; clearly she knew her way around. However, that also meant that she chose a way that went past all the prison cells to free as many of the caged slaves, gladiators and animals as she could. Azkellon did not complain, he just wanted to get out of here. When they finally managed to leave the colosseum for good they stopped to take a brief respite. Angron turned to Azkellon and said: “I am grateful for your efforts but please, may I ask, you remove your helmet if you are able to, I’d like to see your face if you have one.” He did so and confirmed what he had felt for a while. Tears of black blood streamed down his cheeks and seeped out of his helmet. She looked shocked. “I’m sorry miss, this doesn’t usually happen, but our mother … your sister… it must be the deep connection we have with her that causes this.” Before he could apologize further for the undignified display, they saw a figure rise above the colosseum. The red angel had spread her bloodstained wings and was flying towards the ruling palace at the other end of the city. Over the vox the voice of the enraged primarch could be heard: “LET NONE LEAVE ALIVE! SHOOT ANY THAT ESCAPE THE CITY!” Azkellon had to quickly amend those orders to ensure that the slaves they rescued would survive. Then he voxed in with the other squad of sanguinary guard to get a status report on the evacuation of the imperial diplomats. Luckily they were almost out of the city and operational groups secundus and tertius hadn’t said anything so it was to be assumed that their part went to plan and there wouldn’t be any planetary reinforcements arriving in the city anytime soon. The squad tended to the malnourished slaves and wounded gladiators as best they could and then embarked on the safest possible route out of Desh’ea. The mortals would slow them down but leaving them behind wasn’t much of an option. Besides, mother had always reminded them that they were once mortal as well.
When they were about half way towards the extraction zone, they passed a squad of blood angel terminators carrying heavy equipment and escorting a young mortal. “Barbiel, is that you?” Azkellon shouted over to them. “Yes, great herald, we have the assets you requested.” “Good, the primarch went that way towards the palace. See if you can stop her madness. … Barbiel?" The crimson paladin seemed to stare off into the space behind him. But when Azkellon saw that it wasn’t just him but the other terminators and the young Dove as well he realized what it was. “This is primarch Angron Thal'kyr. we are escorting her to the thunderhawk for evacuation.” The terminators composed themselves, nodded and then hurried along.
And so passed another tense hour of walking through empty and abandoned streets while avoiding the panicking crowds. The hysteria had spread throughout the entire city and rightfully so. There wasn’t a gutter that didn’t have a trickle of blood running through it. Azkellon knew the power of the primarchs but he was still taken aback at how much carnage a single entity could cause. If there was a god of slaughter, he would surely smile this day.
When they reached the edges of the city Azkellon was relieved to hear the turbines of the thunderhawk. Angron stood still behind him, apparently needing a moment. Surely this was the first time she saw a spacecraft. “Where will this take us?” she asked. “Far away from this sight of misery,” he answered. It wasn’t untrue. “I’ll gladly go but first I need one more person to come with me,” she turned around and walked back towards the city, “I need my Yarrow, I need my desert flower, I cannot leave without them.” Azkellon was glad he had put his helmet back on, as he was certain all the color just drained from his face. He quickly voxed in with the terminator team asking if they had managed to calm down Sanguinia. Indeed they had somehow managed to stabilize her with a combination of Doves' kind words and enough tranquilizers to kill a horde of grox. Then He asked about the Tyrant's Child and after a moment of silence got the answer he did not want to expect. The red angel had slain the young mortal in her episode of unending rage. Azkellon thanked the emperor that he was the only one who could hear that answer. He told them to bring back the body of the slain Yarrow and tell Angron that they were killed by their father. He also stressed that they should ensure that no one ever finds out the truth, especially not Angron or any member of the war hounds legion.
When Angron heard news of the perishing of her second lover, she was inconsolable. She wept until they brought her the lifeless body and she wept over them the entire flight back, and she wept at the funeral when they let their corpse drift into the sun over Nuceria and she wept for several days after. These were a rough couple days despite the planetary conquest going off with very few issues. As Sanguinia read the report her legions apothecaries made about Angron and the butcher's nails in her head, she too fluctuated between rage and sorrow. She cradled and comforted her sister trying anything to lessen her pain. Finally she decided on the surgical removal of the butcher’s nails. When her apothecaries warned her of the dangers and the possibility of killing or stunting her sister, she almost tore one of their heads off shouting: “I’d rather have a brain dead sister than a suffering one.” Alas Sanguinia decided to perform the procedure herself. Her apothecaries suggested returning to nearby Ultramar to take advantage of their medical facilities, but Sanguinia denied them for she could not bear to see her Sister in agony for a single second longer.
Preparations were made and when the day of the surgery came all the medical staff of the red tear that could attend, did so. Even the ones who weren’t required sat in the amphitheater and watched the tense procedure. Sanguinia walked onto the operating floor covered in sterile white robes and a surgical mask over her face. Even her wings were covered in sterile white bindings. They would not remain white for long. Angron was rolled in and placed upon the operating table. Sanguinia looked at the sedated and still body of her sister; she was only covered in a ghostly thin sheet. “Father give me strength”, she muttered under her breath. A dozen astarties and two dozen mortal doctors huddled around the two. One of them handed Sanguinia a custom made pair of operating gloves. She dawned them, flicked them to ensure they sat tight and spoke: “let us begin”. A mortal brought her the scalpel. ‘This shall be the blade I wield today’, She thought to herself.
The surgery was long and arduous; it took three whole days before it was over. By the end Sanquinia was exhausted, she had to focus on making perfect nanometer cuts while simultaneously concentrating on using her prescience to ensure the best possible outcome. She slumped into a chair; her otherwise perfect hair was sweaty and messy. When a doctor came in to tell her that Angron's vital signs read normal, her exhausted face managed to curl into a mellow smile. Dove wanted to comfort her after all the work she did, but she only allowed it for a moment. For Sanguinia knew that her sister would soon awake and she needed to be there. When Angron awoke and looked into her sister's eyes she smiled, feeling as if she had awoken from the nightmare that was her life on Nuceria. But when she saw Dove standing by her sister's side she broke into tears, for she remembered. She remembered not only how she lost Yarrow but she remembered how she lost Gladiolus too. The butcher's nails prevent memories from being formed while in a state of rage but that is only effective in normal men. Angron's nails had prevented her from remembering how she murdered her father and crushed her lover in the arena but now she saw it again, clear as day. She wept and wailed in the arms of her sister, soaking her hair and wings in tears.
The pain of the nails was gone but the pain of the past was one that could not be lifted. Angron engaged with her sister, for Sanguinia managed to take her mind off of the grief she still felt. But this would not last long, for soon the Conqueror arrived carrying the war hounds legion, forcing the two sisters to separate. After this Angron fell into a deep deep depression. Ordered to lead men she barely even knew and on board of a ship she found to be unfamiliar, Angron felt even more alone than in the slave pits of Nuceria. Not even the slaves she rescued were there to accompany her for she had sent them away to a paradise world, far away so they may never again be forced to fight. Angron was alone again, she was frightened again and most of all: she was in a cage again. She locked herself in her chambers, where she sank deeper and deeper into grief and sorrow. When her marines came and tried to talk to her she lashed out in desperation, killing more than a few. Even though the nails were removed, she still felt like she was only here to endure a life of suffering and torment.

Hey, so this is the situation. 2 years ago I went to my friend's birthday party and I met one of her friends and we got on really well. Once we started talking we didn't stop for the entire night. At the end of the night, he asked for my info so I friended him on Facebook. A couple of nights later he messaged me saying that he really enjoyed meeting me and that he would really like to get to know me more. We texted back and forth all night long, until very early into the morning. We had a really deep and meaningful conversation that definitely had a cute and flirty vibe. I ended up falling asleep before I could message him back (it was around 3 am). The next day I had an emergency situation where I ended up in hospital. Long story short, for the next couple of months I was dealing with a really serious and painful condition that took up all of my mental and physical energy. Due to this I never messaged him back. He also never messaged me again. When I went to message him after a couple of months went by, his profile image was gone and I couldn't text him. I searched for his profile on Facebook and it didn't come up. I wasn't sure if he blocked me or deleted his account.
The reason why I am thinking about this is that in 2 days time, I'm going to my friend's birthday party and he's going. My friend told me that he just got engaged and that his fiance is coming too. I feel a bit uncomfortable. I know nothing actually happened between us but I feel awkward seeing someone in real life, who may have blocked me on social media. Is that normal? I've never been in this situation before. I'm not sure why he blocked me if he did. If it's because I didn't message back, I think that's a silly reason to block someone since he could have messaged me again and asked why. Is what I did consider ghosting? I’m not sure. Are there other reasons he could have blocked me? I just need some reassurance because I feel a bit nervous about this party.

Hello everyone! I know we have all seen this theory floating around but I felt as though we are due for an updated version. There are been some new evidence that I have not seen a lot of people talking about on here. I also just want to say that I am so grateful for Billie's music and I am not complaining about the length of the album. I think quality over quantity is always better. This is just a fun theory. I also have not listened to any leaks, all information I have has been released by Billie unless otherwise specified.
Ilomilo During the countdown to the anniversary of WWAFAWDWG, Ilomilo was skipped. As many of you know, ilomilo is a video game featuring two characters; one red and one blue. Finneas also posted a TikTok playing it on the piano. I believe there is definitely a reason behind this.
Red Merch
Last fall, Billie's website was updated with new designs featuring the color red and seemingly unreleased lyrics. One shirt says "I DON'T KNOW YOU AT ALL" which has recently been confirmed to be a lyric from CHIHIRO. This is where I thought the theory fell a part, but hold on there is more. We also see red accented on the splatter paint CDs of HMHAS.
"but when can I hear the next one?"
Fans have been receiving their vinyls of HMHAS days before its release date on May 17th. Some sources on twitter have been reporting that after the credits there's a phrase that says "but when can I hear the next one?".
Instagram Posts
Billie has been posting photos featuring the colors red and blue recently. Like this one. Again, could just be the vibe of the album.
Billie Eilish Tours
Billie Eilish tours released a calendar countdown to HMHAS release day. You'll notice at the end of the month in red letters it says "AND MORE...".
I have seen some other uncredited evidence to support this theory, but without proper evidence it is not worth mentioning. I will update if there is any validity to these claims.
That's all I have for now. Let me know if I missed anything!

Mark’s recent Animal Noises episode made me laugh more than I have in a long time. I was crying laughing at the boys listening to and recreating various noises. It was so funny, my stomach hurt from laughing. But this got me thinking. Which is each of the boys’ funniest/best episodes they hosted? Doesn’t necessarily have to be because of them specifically but what would you say is your favorite for each of them?
I think it’s safe to say Wade’s best hosted is Bob’s Fridge. It was because of Bob’s story but Wade still hosted. If that seems unfair, I’d argue the Fast Food Tier List is a tremendous episode
Bob’s best episode is the harder one for me. I’d wanna say the Worst Piece of Shit episode is up there but I’d also say The Shoe Game and The Distractible Gameshow are both top tier episodes as well
As I said, Animal Noises may be my new favorite Mark hosted episode but both the Hills to Die On based episodes are amazing too
So I ask you dear listeners. What is your favorite episode hosted by each of the boys?

Matched on a dating app, we talked a bit and moved to text. Setting up plans was hard with our schedule and he told me he was out drinking the day we established plans He never replied. I told him I’d prefer meeting him when he’s not drunk, he apologized and said let’s make new plans, so I asked if we could do next week? He never replied to that. Whatever
Went back on the app, saw him so I sent a like. He replied that it’s funny seeing me again or something like that. After, I said he never replied to my last text he said he didn’t see it. When setting up these plans I was taking my time because I was worried he would ghost again. But he didn’t so we finally met.
During meeting I was kinda scared so I was pretty friendly. Our texts were just setting up plans but my friend told me to be bold and say something about how I’m excited to see him, he liked that and got more flirty too.
After the date, I was still thinking we wouldn’t go on a second one because he didn’t ask me out again. But he texted and we texted for a few days. The last message was from me, I asked a question and he didn’t reply. Been a few weeks. I was pleasantly surprised by him messaging but he asked:
Did you get home safe I said yes and great meeting him, he said likewise. Not sure if I could’ve done more or what I can improve
TL:DR; we matched 2 times on the app and he ghosted the first time as we were making plans. Finally made plans and then after we met up he texted but stopped. I saw him on the app again

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Hi, I’ve recently accepted an offer on my house and am in the viewing stage. A house has come up today in an area that I really like.
It’s advertised on a Facebook “for sale in local area” group which is not something Ive seen before. It says it’s newly renovated.
The house is advertised as both for sale at 265k and to rent at 1100k per month. Similar houses have sold at around 300k.
I messaged the seller asking some questions and if they had any more pictures (There’s only one of the front of the house and a couple of living room) They messaged back instantly, answered my questions and said there was no more recent pictures at the moment. I then said I would like to view, could I check my partner’s availability and message them in the morning, I received no reply although they have been active on messenger.
Do you have any insight into what’s going on with this listing, or have you come across similar before? I know I won’t know unless I ask but it’s slightly awkward with no agent as a middle man.

I (30 F) am afraid my partner (30M) of 7 months is cheating on me
I’m going to give context for you guys. I was in a relationship for around 4 years until I discovered that the man I was with was cheating on me for the entirety of the relationship. All online relationships through dating apps, Facebook, Instagram, Reddit, and Snapchat. He hid it extremely well. There was a couple instances I knew in the very beginning of our relationship but I chose to stay. Towards the last year of our relationship, I was discovering things every other week.
Not even six months after breaking up with my previous partner, I met whom I thought was the love of my life. I unfortunately was not as up front with him though. I lied to him for around a month about something pretty serious and when I finally came clean, he was very hurt about it. I lied to protect myself as I didn’t want to lose him (I have BPD and severe abandonment issues which I am not using as an excuse whatsoever but figured that may be important to know). A few months later and right after fight about the situation, I discovered that he cheated on me exactly the same way my ex did. A woman had previously reached out, he ignored her until one night after doing drugs and feeling really shitty, he gave her attention. She sent me the entirety of their conversation and it really was only about 10 minutes but still extremely triggering for me. We have since fought very often about what we both did to one another. My partner will get to the point of saying that’s he is done, that he is breaking up with me and for me, that’s extremely triggering due to the abandonment issues. Last week, I was out of town and was extremely sad and homesick. I wasn’t being positive at all and that was bringing down my partner and affecting his mood. He tried his best to help me out one night by giving me advice and talking me through everything but I became defensive. It turned into a fight and by the next day, it was even worse. Everyone we fight about anything, he becomes triggered about what I did to him. I was heading to my car when I called him and he was so angry and impatient that he said he was done and he hung up the phone. I was extremely panicked so I called and called and he answered the phone. Continued to argue and he broke up with me again and hung up. I continued to he panicked, called him multiple times and was crying, hyperventilating and just begging and begging for him to call me. He finally did, apologized and promised that he wouldn’t do it again. He did, the cycle repeated itself until we finally finished arguing and made up. That was an extremely traumatic event for me. I haven’t felt the same since honestly. The following day I had therapy and I talked extensively about the situation. She suggested that when the right time came I needed to sit down with my partner and explain how I’m feeling and how we can get better from that. After therapy, I came home and decided to do so but he became short and defensive right off the bat, assuming I hadn’t told my side of the story which I had, but I hadn’t had a chance to explain that yet to my partner. I again felt very defeated and was honestly feeling like we needed to end things. We didn’t though and continued on with the rest of our day. We fought again the next day, again getting to the point of almost breaking up but was then fine and we moved on. We haven’t fought since but since we started having these fights, I have been feeling this deep paranoid feeling that he has cheated on me again. I just have this feeling that he is. No proof though. A lot of the things he has said to me has triggered me into further believing that he has cheated. And it can be anything. Just random things that make me go, I bet he’s cheating on you. I’ve become extremely paranoid about his phone and I’m having dreams now of me finding him having sex with another girl. With my previous relationship trauma, I cannot tell if this is my intuition that’s telling me to run or just my anxiety. Because I know that intuition supposedly feelings like a calming whisper to you but I’m feeling panicky and my heart rate is fast and I get nauseous. But, this is exactly how I felt whenever I became suspicious of my ex and ended up finding things. I also had dreams that my ex was cheating on me. I have become such a nervous wreck now and cannot function. Am I experiencing trauma and anxiety because of the constant fighting and almost breaking up we recently experienced? Is my brain manifesting thosetraumatic experiences and creating a narrative that my partner is cheating?
TLDR: My partner and I have been fighting a lot, triggering my abandonment issues and possibly also my relationship trauma from my previous partner… is this leading me to convince myself that my current partner is cheating?

Title says most of what I’m asking.
I have a couple employees that 100% meet exempt status. They’re salaried (over the threshold), in white collar positions, they supervise other people, and make independent judgments all the time.
My HR department is saying their CBA determines their overtime rules and they cannot be exempt.
I tried Google and came up pretty empty. I’m looking for an MA state law or somewhere in FLSA guidelines for a reference.
Most of the time these salaried employees work less than the 32 hours a week they’re paid for. Maybe 5 weeks out of the year they need to work 2-3 hours past the 32.
In my opinion, if they’re salaried, they shouldn’t get OT. If they’re hourly, they shouldn’t be getting paid for hours not worked, but should get OT for hours over.
Thoughts?

“the initial grip of fear, that turns into the unexpected earning for your capture.”
the poetry in here is about survival and surrender. it delves into the complexities of a karmic love. being trapped in a situation, while still being aware of its toxicity. my poems are meant to convey the tumultuous journey of being in love with a narcissist. (your “capture”) the lessons you learn, as painful as they can be, invite you to take a step into the shadow side of love. if you feel at home here, I’m truly sorry. there is a way out. I hope you break free. -with so much love, gillian.
and when you retreat,
i’ll wear this shirt for days.
intoxicating & sweet,
with your cologne interlaced.
breathing in your deceit,
it kind of feels like mace.
denial mixed with defeat.

• i’ve always had bad taste.

i knew you weren’t game.
still i chose to play.
it isn't fair to blame.
believe me, i carry my own shame.
poured myself into your glass,
played the waiting game.
leaking through your cracks,
our imperfections the same.
-i recognize a glass half full, even when it’s shattered.
every summer, we reheat.
you left your roots behind
seasons change, but cycles repeat.
if you see the same tree in the forest twice,
it’s time to face defeat.
must come to terms,
the truth can be bleak.
-you’re lost.
got a god complex,
but you’re not religious.
searching for who’s next.
never fearing Jesus.
sit back & count your checks.
blame your mistakes on demons.
make your excuses.
you’ve got your reasons.
-false prophecy
you remind me of an onion.
make me cry as I peel away at you,
in search for your seed.
but you’re just a facade of skins.
layers of deception,
concealing the truth.
disappointing.
you have no core,
only hollow creed.
-my mother’s disdain for onions.
there’s always been a haze between us.
murky, convoluted, undefined.
more than friends, less than lovers.
simultaneously strangers.
but in this ambiguity, I find solace.
-for grey is my favorite color.
i’ll play bartender,
make you something nice.
your heart in my hand,
gripping your ice.
drain me dry,
leave me hollow & still.
next week you’ll return,
thirsty for your refill.
-whiskey sour
bittersweet.
should have read the label.
“poison”
sitting so pretty on my table.
calling like an offering,
tempting & fatal.
it won’t go down smooth,
leave me unstable.
i tried to resist, i was unable.
now i see that love exists,
but only in fables.
-why do mistakes taste so good?
your lips left a bruise.
just here to distract.
but i admit i’m confused
when you kiss me like that.
aware i’m being used.
still comfortable where i’m at.
position i choose
complacent doormat.
-welcome home
you prefer car rides.
a space to talk, yet evade my gaze.
unable to sit still, restless in your ways.
never one to settle, always seeking the next best fling.
oh, how I long for the days when adderall made you sing.
-my fuel light is on
I broke my own heart,
more times than a few.
i may have lied,
but never to you.
if i faced the truth,
then what’s left to do?
i’m comfortable here,
wasting my youth.
i hate to admit it,
but i know it’s true.
i’m scared of change,
you run from it too.
i won’t forgive myself,
for always forgiving you.
-can you be home sick from people too?
You’re dead to me.
-Necrophiliac.
come on.
i forgave you,
without an apology.
convinced myself it was closure.
started our anthology.
this will never be over.
it’s in our biology.
let’s have a do over.
can you just come fuck me?
-delusional. & i can’t rhyme either.
i’ll read between your lines,
decipher each clue.
search for the signs,
follow your cue.
you’ve spun me around,
think i’ve lost a few screws.
still i rise, dust off the bruise.
maybe i’m drawn to a challenge,
perhaps it’s not you.
denial is my shield.
my safe space, my refuge.
the truth will not prevail
defeat? i refuse.
my final boss,
I aim to subdue.
-sore loser.
my mom said i felt cold.
I always tell the truth.
the words escaped my mouth.
“i get it from you.”
funny, she hugs me now.
never in my youth.
conceal carry my trauma.
play it cool, keep it smooth.
use my words as a weapon.
daddy taught me how to shoot.
-target practice
it’s lonely as a ghost,
been trapped here for years.
lingering around,
mopping up your tears.
do you sense my presence?
can you feel me near?
if I dare make a sound,
will you even hear?
or am I just a whisper?
it’s never been quite clear.
promised to stay beside you,
my love was sincere.
-invisible
afraid to release
what's just a mist.
I must learn to respect
your lack of interest.
hard pill to swallow,
if i could just take the hint.
i hate letting go
of what doesn't exist.
-maybe i’m the problem
chasing you down as you flee,
why look back, just to see?
i’m gaining distance, is this what you need?
only now I realize, I'm your source of glow.
i feed your flame, you need me to grow.
without my warmth, will your embers persist?
or will they die out, because I was your wick?
I can go the distance, even do it quick.
didn’t think I could pass you but, tag, you're it.
so when your lost in the dark,
just look for my light.
for my flames eternal.
vivacious and bright.
-Ruled by the Sun.
you love her like a one-way mirror.
boosting your ego, making thoughts clearer.
she stands before you, but can you even see her?
soon her time will come, to be valued, to be known.
to be more than a reflection, to be art on her own.
-shattered
i feel as though i’m trapped
in a museum.
exhibits of my past.
meticulously preserved & on display.
forced to observe and to my dismay..
no exits.
-i don’t like it here
i am an esteemed professor.
teaching you how to love.
i am a well-traveled guide.
leading you to your full potential.
i am a warrior.
going to battle for your reputation.
i am an artist.
molding you into your greatest self.
i am a generous humanitarian.
donating my most precious piece to another women.
she sees no flaws.
enamored by your beauty.
a saw the hardened marble slab
i chiseled away for years.
only to reveal the beauty underneath for someone else to cherish.
-wasted potential
when we were pretending to be strangers, I loved you from afar.
when we were playing house,
I welcomed you with all my heart.
you left me here, with nothing but a scar.
sad and empty.
headed to a bar.
light up a cigarette.
fill me with tar.
I hope you think of me when you see a shooting star.
-maybe you loved me in a past life
only one day will i realize
the last thing i should feel is surprise
my personality has been downsized
because i chose to compromise
with a man wearing a disguise
your plan was always devised
but I’ll meet you at our spot
-king sized
you can fill your bed with anyone.
but who can fill your void?
you’ll never solve the puzzle
-sincerely, the missing piece.
ravenous for praise.
the apex predator.
you feed on the weak.
but never leave satisfied.
your greedy but insatiable.
devoured your feast
how can you be famished?
-taste me and see me why you’ve been starving
there’s things i wanna say to you.
but i’ll just let you be.
you have a way of always avoiding
-accountability
you’ve got walls up
but i know where the windows are
-can i come in?
maybe you do
love me
but only in the dark
when no one’s watching
-conditional.
i wish i was tired of you.
forgiveness, i can’t escape.
they say patience is a virtue,
but it’s a habit i can’t break.
-if i had a dollar for all the times i should have blocked you
the spot i had for you was soft.
made for you, a perfect fit.
delusion is wearing off.
disgust is starting to hit.
gave it all to you, at any cost.
-should have known it wasn’t permanent.
and just like that,
2 steps forward. 10 steps back.
why do i feel comfortable in this trap?
-i hope you run away and never come back
I don't wish you well, that would be too easy.
I wish you self-reflection.
-internal accountability.
i am the girl that learned
to do everything by myself.
to not depend on others to save me.
to fill up my time, or entertain me.
he said to go where i am appreciated, so i went to therapy.
-i’ll send you in the invoice.
in order to heal a wound,
you have to stop touching it.
-i have dermatillomania
thank you for reading! far from perfect but i took up writing as a way to express myself and it really helped me heal and process my emotions <3 thanks guys

I was doing braids, as I always do every month, and somehow the conversation about children started. My hairdresser has three children, two boys and a lovely girl. The girl is very sweet and funny, and sometimes when I'm getting my hair done, she's there, and I usually play with her. But after two hours, I'm exhausted, and I still have three more hours to go.
My hairdresser asked me when I will have a child, to which I replied, "Never!" I do love children, to talk to them and have fun, but I have a very low social battery, and I'm very sensitive to sound and touch. After a little while, I get really mad. It's one reason I'm childfree, but the main one is I'm antinatalist. After I told her that, she did everything she could to make me change my mind—how I would regret it, how I can still work, travel, and have fun when I have children. But once I said that I will have a sterilization surgery, she gave up, and then started to tell me how she is exhausted from the kids, how she wants to go back to studying and accomplish her dreams, how she can't move abroad because of her children, and so on. I was like, "Dude, just one minute ago, you said it was perfect, and now?" I just don't understand the mental gymnastics. It was like because I was so set on never having children, she could just let go and say everything that she really feels about her life and children. I don't get why she wants to convince me to have children if it's so awful. Does she just want me to suffer? This always happens to me, I say I don't want children, they try to convince me otherwise then they just share the real feelings about the children. How many of you have the same type of conversation? Why do they to it?

Hi! I've never done this before, so sorry i start a bit random. I(14f) used to have a best friend(14f). Lets call her Mia. Since last summer Mia started ignoring me, when she wasn't, she would constantly talk about her new friends, or something else that had to do with her. Our friendship got really toxic, and in december after a big argument (It was a saturday, my parents weren't home and we had plans for her to come to my place since it had been months, but Mia ignored me the whole day. She told me she accidentally fell asleep. She did talk to my other friend, and later i found out she was awake, and was hanging out with her other new friends. It really hurt me, and we argued, and eventually i told her i didnt want to keep going on with her if i wasn't even important to her anyway, so, i blocked her.) And for the first few days it went fine. After about a week or two she randomly texted me on discord, and after a night of talking i blocked her again, realizing that i'd just fall in her trap again and i didnt need that. It went alright, until begin january somebody on snapchat added me. It was a new user (random letters, no snapscore or anything & immediatly on best friend list) who started telling me that at her exact school my number & snapchat was leaked everywhere. I didnt believe them, and since i was on holiday, i just blocked them. That person also texted exactly like she would, and didnt want to show their face. Which to me still is really weird. Over February- March, alot of random numbers started calling me. About 3 a day. It was really confusing, until somewhere in February a girl added me on whatsapp that i immediatly recognized as Mia's best friend. She started calling me pretty horrible things and i had to block her. In March somebody else added me, a guy. He told me my number also was on the walls, and tables of Mia's school. I was at this point honestly so tired already, but it wasnt even close to finishing. I thought Mia was finally done, but in April things got so much worse. Mia and her best friend somehow got my discord back, and they started being really mean to me. Calling me really bad things, and my girlfriend, being the sweetheart that she is texted the best friend telling her to stop contacting me. That only fueled Mia more, made her more angry i suppose.
After that we(me & my parents) started contacting her school multiple times. The school basically didnt care about the problem, and even though they did get rid of the number (we have evidence of it, though) They never did anything about Mia self. We had to go there exactly two times. The second time, i saw Mia for the first time since december. She looked embarrassed, and ran to the bathroom stalls which was about next to the administration. The door was open and we could hear her friends asking her whats wrong. She probably knew she messed up, and quickly went home after so the school couldnt force her to talk with us. The day after we got a letter, saying the school couldnt do anything about it. Why, you ask? Mia had made up a lie that she spread around the whole school. Apparently, i had photos of all the boys at her school. (I have before those two visits, never been there in my entire life. Me and my dad had to use google maps to even find out where it was.) And made them into stickers. Ofcourse her friends easily backed her up, so the school had to believe her. It was a really, really bad time for me. But i thought we were done, i atleast hoped so.
The numbers in the meantime since the school visits, almost stopped. Specific numbers (im guessing her friends) still called me, but i blocked all private & random numbers. So they wont be able to do so anymore.
Today was a pretty normal day, until in the evening. My dad asked me about some random person texting him on tiktok. He showed me the profile picture which i thought was funny. It was the emo logan paul picture. But he told me he was dead serious, because the person asked him if he lived in the exact street we lived in. I looked at the persons profile. I looked at followers, and then i understood. Ofcourse Mia was the only one of the three following him, and the other two were her friends. I didnt mind as much when she contacted me, because i felt like i didnt need to be scared for her to be able to be a threat to my family. But now it has all changed. I know its only on tiktok, but when she realized i texted her back cause i knew it was her.. it was horrible. The things she said just make me sick, and knowing she has my address makes me even more terrified.
My parents told me to just see it as a situation that should be funny, because it shows just how sad she is. But i cant think of it that way, what if she does more? What if she uses my own address against me? What if she turns into a actual threat for my family? The police cant do anything, cause shes not actually doing something "illegal". I really dont know what to do anymore. Im helpless & terrified. I know its stupid, but do any of you have any idea of what i could do about it?
Important to know: me and my parents wanted to speak to her parents, but its impossible. Mia's father lives in a other country, and Mia's mother doesnt speak dutch (we live in nl) nor English. Translator will just be to hard to do so
I also want to know, would this count as a stalker? If not, is there some kind of name for it?
P.S thanks so much for reading, & i hope you have a really good day/night💞