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I started seeing a person from my dorm in college. I was told it was her first time and should take things slowly. It was a good start at first. It seemed like both of us were interested but she never agreed on going on dates. So I thought maybe she wants me to ask her to be my girlfriend which I said yes and she agreed. The situation however did not change. We were hugging holding hands but it seemed like I couldn't spend time with her. At the same time, she started spending A LOT OF TIME with her guy best friend who has a girlfriend. Some friends pointed it out when I was there to both of them and they just said ohh we were with the guys girlfriend. I'm broken at that point and starting getting distant from her. She saw that and was asking me what's wrong and all and i kept replying nothing. Then she started getting distant as well but then I was like I should give her more time. I wanted to talk just in case maybe I did something and she told me there are a lot of things going on and she just wants to be friends. I was shocked and asked again is this what you want and she said I don't know. We kept it for a month when time to time she started pushing me away. I tried my best to be supportive and cooperative and put her well being first all the time. She kept spending m time with the guy friend., she wouldnt sit with me but she would sit with him. After a month, she broke up with me in the lobby while there are people going in and out. I did not feel a thing. In the morning she gave me a gift and said she just wanna be friends. This was the first time she gave me anything. I always got her gifts. She held my hands at a point and act physically close to me time to time which made me have doubts if she was trying to get back. Then there was a break where she texted me and said some stuff that normally she wouldn't say. Her texts have been always very dry too. She doesnt even ask how are you back. I asked her to come and hangout. We spent some good time together for I guess the first time. When we came from the break, I wasn't feeling well bc she have always acted like everything is good from the time she broke up. She checked up on me few times and said it's hard on her too which is hard to believe. I talked to her about her decision few times and told her if she isn't gonna be with me, I need to work on myself and somehow lose feelings. She asked some questions about life plans and I told her I will make it work as long as she wants. She said she doesn't see it work at the time. And she would come and talk to me and all and hug tightly which again made me doubt. We grew physically close again like hug and hold hands and kiss on cheeks. I told her what's going on she said she wants to be friends and she wants to be CLOSE. After another talk, she told me she LOVES me and cannot be with me at the moment. I told her i love her too and lets make it work. She said lets just be friends and if somwthing happens, it happens.I stopped being physically close would still talk to her. And then started being close again. This whole time, I still got her gifts made sure she was okay and be supportive. She would do things with others and call them to do things even people who are not that close with her but not me. I would ask her to do things she would say no or maybe bc of some problem and I would see her do those things with others. She would push me away without any explanation and just come back all of a sudden. She would get upset I believe when I spend time with another girl. Eventhough she did that the whole time and I did not have any attitude. She would go to that guy's room and play games, just hangout with him around in general alone or with the girlfriend. I come from a very conservative background and I tried to be understanding but i started feelikg sick to my stomach. Even sometimes when I tried to do things for her, she would act thoughtless and careless s. Sometimes i would getting distant with her and she would act better with me like come and hug talk and all. After some of her mistakes, she would act like im the one at the wrong. I don't have any hopes that this will work but someone please help me understand her. Am I being played? Does she just like the attention? How does she love me?

Hey! I'll try to keep this part as brief as possible. I'm a 21-year-old guy from the Netherlands, currently studying both physics and data science. After a while of being single, I'm once again looking for someone for whom I can be their favourite person. I'd really like to meet a great girl (like you!) and experience falling in love once again.
About me:

• I have a lot of hobbies like hiking, bouldering, playing the piano, chess and of course video games. I'm also planning to start going to dance lessons soon. Currently, I'm playing a lot of Stardew Valley in my free time, but I also like games like Rimworld, Fallout, or the Civilization series.
• My favourite book genre is sci-fi, I just love imagining the far future. Currently, I'm reading the Children of Time series, it's been really good so far!
• I mainly listen to rock bands like Paramore or Simple Plan but I've been branching out a bit more lately. A huge guilty pleasure of mine is Taylor Swift, Speak Now is the best album (fight me).
• People that know me are often surprised by my willingness to try new things, I try to be very open-minded to different hobbies and interests and would love to check them out! I have also been described as an intelligent and generally well-rounded guy.
• As a part-time job I like to give chess lessons to kids, it's really fun watching your students grow up and improve at the game.
• I have an east-asian background, but I have been told by both internationals and fellow Dutchies that I'm VERY Dutch haha. I'm 181 cm and generally quite fit, although I wouldn't mind being a little stronger. Here is a picture of me if you're curious

About you:

• Preferably you live in the Netherlands or the EU. Chatting online is fun of course but I think relationships are better in person.
• Somewhere between 18 and 25 years old.
• Passionate about anything at all. It doesn't matter if I've never heard of it, as long as you're enthusiastic about it. If you'd like to join me on a hike sometime that is a big plus though.
• Cute :)

If you made it this far, please go ahead and message me. I'd love to hear from you! If you got to this point please tell me what your dream vacation is, see ya soon!

First: https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/14vo5lb/troublemakers_deaths_pity/
*previous:* https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/1d3yvie/troublemakers_parabellum/
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Go'mon stormed through the castle corridors. He'd sensed something slip beside him during his encounter with the vampire lord. It wasn't just that damned top hat with the thief's prints. No, it was more subtle than that, it was the sound of a gossamer chain rattling against cloth. He scanned every square inch of the hallways as he walked, slowly twirling the Warhammer in his off-hand as he calmly held the pistol muzzle-up towards the ceiling. He'd barely gotten a glimpse of what almost looked like mist as he stomped through the grand halls with paranoia-fueled, seething anger. Abruptly turning a corner he fired the revolver at what he thought was that pesky invisible parasite.
The shimmer shuddered and he switched to the visible spectrum to find out it was just a tapestry in front of a heating vent.
Go'mon let out an enraged scream, tearing the tapestry apart with his bare hands after casting his weapons aside in a fit of rage and impotence. The visage of Monarch D'vinn looking out from the top of a bombed-out hill in battered armor at the shattered remains of the once human-occupied city, being shredded like single-ply latrine paper by go'mon's molecularly edged cybernetic claws. Having spent his rage on the tapestry, he panted dramatically as his heart pounded in its cask. Turning around he let out another furious scream, howling madly as he scanned the hall with thermals. His Hammer and revolver had disappeared without a trace.
The sudden blare of a Klaxon made him pause as he adjusted his armor, forcing himself to calm down as he examined his molecularly edged claws. The main enemy was at the gates, he should go meet them.
...
Cassius' Heart pounded as he took shallow breaths, Go'mon's backplate inches from his own chest as he held onto the Hammer and Pistol for dear life. As the general strutted outside, Cassius moved in perfect synchronization, his left leg rising with the general's before being placed down in sync. He'd been practicing for weeks with the security droids at the mansion, practicing to keep inches from their backs without touching their metal carapace. Now he strutted behind perhaps the second most powerful being he knew like a silent specter. As Go'mon slammed through a door, breaking it into splinters, Cassius lifted his right leg and rotated out of the way just as Go'mon's tail would've brushed against his Calf, giving him away. As the General strutted out into the middle of the courtyard, Cassius used the various straps attached to his gambeson to affix the weapons to his waist before grabbing his Kama and weighted chain from a small pouch at his belt.
Cassius tossed the weighted end of the chain over the wall of the castle after a short run-up, wrapping the gossamer chain around his hands with each rapid step he took up the wall. Reaching the top, he unhooked the weight from the small bar he'd tossed it around quickly disentangling his hands from the chain. He groped the air on the outside of the wall until he touched the enchanted ladder the Top-Hats had left him. Sliding down the ladder, he spotted Drake sitting astride Barney in the middle of the street. The rest were nowhere to be seen but that indeed was part of the plan. Sprinting over, Cassius leaped onto Barney behind Drake and slipped Go'mon's revolver into the empty holster at his belt. Drawing out no reaction save for a few words from Drake, who didn't turn his head lest he give the gambit away.
"Good work Cassius, Fall back and get a gas mask on. We still don't know what's in those canisters because they inked out the labels."
Cassius slipped off of Barney's back and slipped into a nearby building before De-cloaking as he pressed himself against the wall next to a Warmonger who passed him a spare gas mask. He pulled it on and checked the seal before sitting against the wall as his legs jellied beneath him. His mouth was dryer than the scrubland as he accepted a Volunteer's canteen, drinking heavily through a port in the mask as he rode out the adrenaline crash. He glanced over to where their fighters had pried open a sewer access hatch and were dropping in, the smell of sewage souring the air. A few warmongers closest to the opening had comically attached wooden clothesline clips to their noses.
...
Caz lay atop the second-tallest building in Golgatha, trash and debris piled up around her for camouflage ash she drew a bead on the strutting Go'mon. Her god-given eyes were able to see the purple miasma that rose from him like mercury vapors. She didn't even turn her head as she softly asked.
"Distance?"
The man with Heavy cybernetic augmentations pulled casually from a large pouch of grain alcohol, camera-lense eyes extending from his face as he chewed on a bullet thoughtfully. Slowly he stated.
"One thousand five hundred and sixty-seven meters, If you're keeping it under auto-ignition velocity, you should be able to hold it one mil above and..."
The sound of the bullet in his mouth getting chewed filled the air before he stated.
"Two mils right, wind fluctuates between us and the target, expect a half minute of angle deviation."
Caz adjusted her optic, bringing the point of aim directly onto her crosshairs. The man next to her had called himself "an Olympian" an old sect of bionically enhanced warriors from even before the betrayal wars. In the small amount of time she'd gotten to know the man, she'd found him palatable at the very least, soft-spoken with a touch of crazy, it was refreshing. She tried to ignore the artillery-sized rifle he laid behind, the barrel itself bigger around than a drainage pipe, a suppressor of equally massive size almost protruding over the edge of the building. She watched from the corner of his eye as he pulled the breech open to the side and selected a shell thicker and longer than her forearm with a fused tip. He rammed it into the gun with the same ease she loaded her flechettes with.
They both had different jobs despite sitting on the same roof. She'd take care of anything on two legs, and he'd handle anything that had an armored skin. From her vantage point, she watched as the Agri-bots moved into position, planting their artillery pieces against the ground in preparation to fire. They weren't using High explosives much to Remin and Destrier's chagrin, but with their attack plan, they couldn't risk collapsing the sewers. They were instead armed with a chemical weapon known as "CS Smoke" which would obscure visual sightlines for anyone with unaugmented vision. Lucky for her and the Olympian, that wouldn't be an issue with her clear-sight and his advanced optics. She slowly swiveled her focus onto Drake, keeping the center of the crosshair off him as she watched him.
Sitting astride Barney, Drake looked every bit the warrior he was. His dark helmet and armor were almost lost in the dark night. But the red shock of his Helm's mohawk could not be mistaken, glowing brightly against the darkness. As his palm came to rest on the pommel of his sword, she saw something entirely different for a moment.
A warrior in battered, rusty armor, the flesh falling from his bones as a pair of white lights gleamed behind the helmet. A skeletal hand held a rusty sword in its sheath, Its pale, emaciated steed's head hanging low, milky eyes soulless and empty.
But as soon as she saw it, the image faded and she swiveled her crosshairs onto the castle's inner courtyard. A small, dim red light blinked on the side of the Olympian's skull as the Geknosians organized into fighting lines. Hulking Geknosians in overbuilt power armor manned emplaced turrets and the looming Gas generators. A small feed from the Olympian's perspective overlaid itself on her scope before minimizing to one corner. She watched as his crosshair fell onto one of the two Gallicks. The horseshoe-shaped APCs presenting their bulk to the gate as a bulwark. Caz switched her aim to a heavily armored Geknosian, slowly dialing the small wheel on the forend of her rifle to half-power, just under auto-ignition velocity. The geknosian seemed to get uncomfortable as her crosshairs landed on his chest, fidgeting at the controls of their AA plasma Beam-cannon.
The moment the Agri-bots fired their artillery, she'd remove him from the gene pool and take that AA gun out of the fight so Destrier could get into position.
...
Destrier and Remin ran last-minute checks on the small fleet of two-wheeled land vehicles the Top Hats had called "Dirt bikes." The variable electric powerplant produced little to no noise, even now, powered on and ready to roll they didn't even humm. Stepping back, Destrier let the forearms of his power armor clamshell close as he retook the hand controls. Contrary to popular belief, the hands of power armor weren't at all like gloves. A handle with a pressure sensor for each finger was clasped in his hands, allowing him to manipulate the hands of the armor like his own. Destrier turned his head, helmet whirring on its bearing as he watched Remin mount one of the Dirtbikes, the black scimitar strapped to the suspension of the bike within arm's reach. The old man's Mongolian lamellar draped over either side of the bike like fabric, small metal plates clinking and clattering softly as he pulled his fabric-wrapped helmet back on. Destrier clomped over, hardly noticing the backpack with over two hundred rounds of 13x110 mm HEP.
Remin looked up with a grin and met Destrier's arm halfway in a forearm-gripping handshake, their metal hands clanking together as they slid their arms back into a grip around the base of each other's thumbs, then to a normal handshake before waggling their fingers at each other.
Destrier chuckled softly and looked up at the sky, night vision lenses making it appear stuffed to bursting with stars.
"What's on the black samurai's mind?"
Remin asked softly, head tilted back to also look at the stars between the rooftops.
"Well... I'm looking forward to the fighting to finally being over... Maybe I'll finally be able to settle down and invent something with Martha..."
Remin chuckled softly.
"A noble goal... I'd expect nothing less from you Destri... I'm actually hoping to catch a ride back to human-controlled space. I'm too old for this shit, I want to settle down and live out the last years of my life in peace..."
Destrier nodded in agreement, slowly turning his gaze back to the helicopter, blades slowly turning in preparation for takeoff.
"How old are you Remin? I don't think I ever asked."
The old man paused, thinking for a long time.
"Oh... I'd say I've made it past a century at this point. Got a cybernetic heart when I was a kid thanks to a car accident, Ol' things been keeping me going far past when I shoulda dropped."
Destrier nods and laughs softly.
"Damn, and I thought you were only in your fifties."
Remin laughed in agreeance, setting his hands on the handlebars.
"I don't blame ya, I feel like it. Especially now that my legs aren't filled with creaky arthritis."
Destrier sighed softly, gently punching the old man's shoulder as softly as he could in his power armor.
"See you on the other side old man... whether that be the living side or the dead one."
"Here's to hoping it's the former not the latter."
Destrier chuckled his agreement and boarded the helicopter, making the landing gear compress slightly as he put his weight on the flight deck. Unhooking the feed chain from the side of the backpack, he clipped it into the Ma-deuce's feed chute. It whirred as the heavy cartridges were funneled down the chain and into the gun with a click and a clatter.
...
Barney shifted from one leg to the other beneath Drake, Death's chosen reaching down and gently patting his neck fondly as he softly whispered.
"Just a moment longer boy... There's someone I need to talk to."
Drake closed his eyes, letting the Darkness envelop him for a moment before opening them again.
He looked at Death, who was casually swirling a glass of black bourbon thoughtfully.
"You said you wanted to talk to me right before the battle?"
Death nodded and slid the glass of black bourbon his way.
"I did, I want you to drink this before you go into battle."
Drake picked up the glass, inspecting the pitch-black, inky liquid curiously. Before sniffing it and coughing as his eyes water.
"No offense, But I think something died in your liquor bottle."
Death laughed jovially, pouring his own glass from a red crystal decanter.
"That's because this is made from the blood of my predecessor. I thought i might as well get it out of the way."
Drake suspiciously looked at the glass.
"Okay, what happens when I drink it?"
Death paused, slowly swirling his own glass of black bourbon pensively. Then, he slowly knocked his own back, eyes dilating wide before returning to normal.
"Well, It should allow you to control your power, bypassing the decades of training most need."
Drake gave Death a side eye, sniffing the foul drink one more time asking.
"What's the catch?"
Death frowned, then set his glass down.
"Considering that it's going to completely restructure your magical and circulatory pathways. It's going to hurt like nothing you've ever felt before. It also may or may not bind your guardians to your soul."
Drake's head snapped up.
"Guardians... you mean my parents?"
Death nodded softly.
"Guardians, souls that loved someone so much that they remained on after death to watch over them. Your parents loved you... loved you enough to stand by your side even in death... and before you give me some bullshit about this not being what your parents would want... Remember, they'll always be at your side until you die one way or another."
Drake slowly swirled the bourbon before nodding softly, bringing it to his lips, he downed it in a single gulp. It burned on its way down, the tingling feeling intensely spreading throughout his body and to his fingertips in a moment. His nerves burned, and his very being felt as though it was being scalded by burning hot water. But as he set the glass down on Death's desk, he smiled softly. There was a warmth to the pain, like a cold rag against a feverish forehead. The sting of a garlic poultice applied to a fresh whip-wound. It was the crack of his father's wooden sword against his knuckles during their sparring, the sweat that would drip into his eyes on long evenings working the fields. Drake opened his eyes slowly, no longer sitting in Death's office, but his own soulscape, looking at the long-neglected buildings halfway through construction. But he wasn't alone.
Drake smiled at his mother and father. His mother gave him a soft smile as she touched the scar across his face, the wound in his cheek where a gauss slug had torn it open, then, she took his hand to gently touch the scarred wound where Garravan's knife had pierced his hand. His father just sat cross-legged, drinking a stout mug of scrub tree tea with a proud smile on his face. drake looked between them before holding out his hands.
As his parents took them, they dissolved into motes of light that drifted into his chest. His veins burned, and his eyes and nose bled. His entire existence felt like a blistering inferno as the ground of his soulscape rumbled, small, red flowers the color of blood and the shape of gunshot wounds popping up from the ground. But even as the pain grew, and grew, and grew, He found himself simply laughing, grabbing what felt like an invisible pair of chains and pulling up on them as he stood.
The ground erupted in the middle of his soulscape, a massive, gnarled oak tree sprouting from the ground. Its sturdy trunk protecting a small patch of pink carnations interspersed with curly-petaled white Gardenias. Drake felt something form atop his head and reached up, feeling a thorny crown, he gently pulled it off, looking at the black-petaled roses fondly before returning it to his head. The thorny veins grew down from the crown, snaking their way deep into his flesh only to bloom into what felt like new muscles and tendons that weren't attached to his physical strength. Looking at his upturned palms, he curled his fingers, a steady, smokeless pale flame popping into existence in his palm with next to no effort.
As the pain subsided, Drake closed his eyes, relishing its departure before opening them to the shocked and concerned face of Death. Drake gave him a curious look and Death coughed softly as he composed himself before speaking.
"Look, I know I can hide pain well... But that smile you get when you're hurting is capital C Creepy."
Drake touched his grinning face with a soft laugh, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose.
"Well, guess I can add that to my achievements list, Creeping Death out with a smile."
They both chuckled softly at the joke before Death sighed softly.
"You should get back to them, they're almost ready."
Drake nodded and stood, stepping over to the door.
"Wish me luck."
"Good luck, my Champion. Give them hell."
Drake smiled softly and stepped out the door. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the real world, staring up at Go'mon who'd perched himself atop the castle wall, eyeing Drake hungrily.
Giving Go'mon his signature grin, He reached up and depressed a countersunk button on the side of his helmet.
"Hit 'em"
Drake stated, the sound of artillery rocking the city as Go'mon's hungry look quickly turned to rage. There was a loud, screeching whistle as the artillery shells streaked in, blanketing the area in stinging fog. Drake drew his sword, extending thorned vines of power into it as the blade ignited with pale flames. Barney snuffled excitedly and roared as Drake nudged him forward, the Dinosaur leaping over the wall in a single bound. The final battle for Golgatha had begun, after this, they would either be free...
Or they will have died free.
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Part 112: will be linked here upon completion.

Hi, I’m in the process of trying to ‘fix’ my back garden after it’s been relatively overrun with weeds.
Photos attached to show current state - from a distance there are various green areas, but when you look closer there’s a large number of dandelions and other weeds I can’t identify.
Are the below plans a good start?
Pull out dandelions and roots (using tool). I’ve tried this on a couple and it leaves a relatively large hole - am I best filling the holes with a mix of soil and grass seed?
Other weed, almost like a very thick grass - grows a lot quicker than the rest of the garden. What is the best course of action? It seems to cover larger areas and I’m wary if I pull it out I’ll be left with craters. Is there a better solution?
Gaps of soil - am I best raking, and then applying a mix of top soil/seed?
Also, are there any good beginners guides for lawn care in the UK? When I’ve searched, a lot of them are either American (so I’m assuming less relevant due to climate differences) or don’t seem too in-depth.
Any and all advice appreciated!

I'm on a budget, so I need to start saving now, but I want to be able to get my daughter something. She's only 7 months old, but I'm planning ahead.
She's eating good, dw, but I'm doing beans and rice for myself basically so I can save up 🤣 single mom life is tough.
But what's a good gift?
Her papa is a good dad and is getting her nice things, so she won't go without regardless. But I'm definitely more poor and need to budget. I at least want to get her a toy or two, or something more meaningful.
(He does pay state calculated child support; seems to come up every time I mention him 😂)

This is my first original post here and I just need to know what is a realistic expectation. I’m really on the fence about staying with WW. So to all those who successfully reconciled: is it likely for the marriage post-R to be better than the marriage pre-A? WW and I have had a lot of turmoil and nearly divorced BEFORE she was even wayward. And her choices just crystallized all of the issues and unmet needs I have expressed over the years. I’ve always felt disposable to her and that it’s not really ME she loves, but rather the value I add to her life. Every step of this experience only seems to reinforce this.
The PA reinforced this because she said she wanted more for herself. She “looked into our future and saw nothing to be excited for”so she decided we were separated (but still in the same house). I’d ask what the rules were, and she would say “well I’m not PLANNING on DATING anyone.” Any further questions were met with “just worry about yourself”. Anytime I’d raise concerns about her (divorced male) best friend she would deny it and say he’s just a friend. We would feel like we were working it out one moment then off the next, but she would always insist “we are separated”. So I made a dating profile. We were separated. I asked for clarification. I was told to worry about myself. So I did just that and she reacted as if her whole world exploded. After several breakdowns, I agreed to delete the profile on the condition she ended her “friendship”. She agreed so i deleted it immediately. She did not end the friendship because “what if we don’t work out? He’s my ONLY friend and this isn’t his fault. Why should I punish HIM and completely isolate myself for nothing?” Things came to a head months later and she wanted to officially end the separation and work on things. My stipulation was FULL and COMPLETE disclosure for both of us of everything that happened during separation. If anything came out later, that was it. I told her everything (which was that I had a single conversation on a dating app) and she confessed to going on one date with a guy from an app that went nowhere.
D-Day reinforced my disposability even further. Months after we ended the separation and disclosed “everything” we encountered AP’s ex who confronted WW, claiming to have proof of the PA. We promptly left and later that night she confessed. To me it seems like she only confessed because she HAD to, because there WAS proof in the form of a video.
And the healing process has reinforced her selfishness to me. When I confront her about the times I tried to get the rules of the separation, she will tell me “I didn’t LIE, because I wasn’t DATING him. It was just sex”. Further confrontations lead to “well, we were SEPARATED. It wasn’t your business”. We, in fact, were NOT separated for all of her encounters, as at least one happened after we reunited. Pointing this out yields “well I wasn’t sure if you meant it” or “we were touch-and-go” or “why are you SO focused on that aspect”
Sorry for the rant, but I just need to know if there’s hope that reconciliation will make us better than EVER, or just get us back to as good as it was before. Because if it can’t be significantly better, it isn’t worth trying.

Hi! im F 24, fresh graduate but has no plans to pursue my degree because i suck lol. I have a full time job which is agency where we take clients and my job is taking inbound calls. so training was easy and di belive i can excel in this industry but the pay is very low for me kahit my parents doesn’t oblige me to share bills pero i want to be responsible na with that. also help my younger siblings.
i have a background of managing family owned business and my own business and im good at graphic design hehe like kaya naman and i know i can be trained din naman. so now that i know na mababa yung sahod and i dont have a choice for now, kasi i tried applying for wfh job and i got no response or rejected bcs of my no work experience bg. now im trying to find local clients to manage their pages (mostly fb) to get testimonials and experience. kahit walang bayad since it’ll be flexible naman.
what are the steps or precautions or advice should i put in consideration? how to communicate with the client? i have the idea of what to do pero with the before and after medyo shaky. please help. id be more than happy to hear from someone who have been in my position!

After many tumultuous, toxic and chaotic relationships I (25F) found the love of my life (25M).
I know we are relatively young but since the moment we got together everyone in our lives unanimously agreed this is it. We were it for each other. Both coming from dysfunctional families and yet making the best of it and moving on with life we understood each other deeply. He changed my life in ways I never thought possible. He thought me to love myself deeper than I ever have before (even after all the healing years of therapy got me), taught me to embrace life and my quirks and made me feel the most secure I ever have before.
His family couldn't stop commenting on how I brought out the life in him again, and how they had thought they had lost him after all his trauma. My family saw me in a healthy relationship for the first time in my life. By the time we got engaged, it came as a surprise to noone. We had a plan for life, our children and our future together.
That was all until a week of one bad event after the other. I got made redundant, he got into a car accident and we had a fight over a pair of jeans (yes jeans). He left in the middle of a fight and that was it. The last 4 years of our lives. Over. The plan we had for the rest of our lives gone. And the simple answer was because he felt he couldn't do what he needed to do to set up his life, career and success whilst being with me. No "we'll see where we are a year from now". No "I'll come back to you". Simply a "if our paths ever cross again they will, and if they don't, the don't. I'll see you when I'm looking at you". Overnight, out of nowhere my world was ripped from under me.
I have gone through enough pain and grief to know this too shall pass. However, I am deeply convinced that I will never find a love like this again. He was my one. Especially knowing that to him this is only the beginning of his success and chance at having "a good life", I don't know how to move forward knowing I'll be okay but I will never experience this love, security and trust again. Being okay doesn't feel good enough.

i love p5 so much but whenever i replay there's always one thing that end up not liking about the game, that being the boss themes. i feel like the boss themes get repetitive and end up making the boss fights feel samey, so in my next playthrough I'm planning on giving each of the bosses custom themes to try negate this and i was wondering if anyone had any good ideas on which theme to use for each boss (persona music/ stuff from other games). any advice helps :)

I am very new to pc building, so my knowledge is severely lacking. I'm trying to build a pc that will be able to handle all my needs without sounding like a jet plane every time I use it. If you're able to give me some ideas for a build or any tips/tricks to help me build my own, it would be very appreciated
Region: USA Budget: Only willing to go up to 2k+ if necessary Using for streaming, 3D modeling, gaming, work Applications I plan to run: Blender(medium-sized complex models), OBS, Live2D, games like Hell Divers, Adobe Illustrator, Meshmixer, etc
Color info: I plan on building the case myself, so having specific colors for the parts is not needed.
I'm not severely picky as this will be my first official pc. Just want something with good graphics, semi-high storage capacity, ability to run complex software, and be able to run multiple programs if needed.
Thank you again for your help! It is greatly appreciated!!

I used to work for Goodwill when I was in high school and I didn't accept the D94 offer cause the pay was lower and it seemed like they get abused by many people according to the guys I did my 15-minute walkthrough with. I plan to get forklift certified this month (I hope) so I can use that during my shift cause it sounds like a good opportunity for now and the future. I have been working nights at my other job for 3 months, but is there anything that I should expect before starting?

Just to preface, I don't have any experience dating. This is my first experience. So I've (27M) been going out with this girl (26F) for a couple of weeks. On the second date we spent the night (The sex was kind of awkward) and the following weeks she seemed very invested. She was asking about my day, sending good night texts, and responding quickly. We're both pretty busy with our time but we would go out at least twice a week and the vibes were pretty cool. The thing is she told me she didn't want anything serious because she's going to travel to another country in a couple of months, but I'm starting to catch feelings.
So last week I asked her if I could come to her place to hang out a bit. She said she wasn't feeling much like talking. I assumed she was stressed about work and other stuff (her family had come to visit) so I just told her it's fine and to let me know when she was feeling better.
3 days go by, I don't hear from her. So I sent her a text to plan another date. She tells me she'll be busy on thursday, but she would be free next thursday. Although I was kind of disappointed, I tried to be understanding so I said thursday sounds good. We chat a little bit during the week but she's less responsive. Doesn't open my messages even though she's online and takes ages to respond.
Thursday comes and at around noon I tell her that I'll pick her up at around 6pm. She tells me that she completely forgot about the date. She seemed very apologetic, she said sorry multiple times but I was kind of pissed and just reacted to her message with a thumbs up. She double texted apologizing again but she told me that It was also kind of my fault for not messaging her before and confirming the date. I guess I could've texted her the day before, but given her behavior I didn't feel like texting her.
So I haven't responded anything yet. I guess my question is, should I just stop trying to set up dates and move on? I don't like to just ghost people so how should I respond to her message? Honestly I really wanted to go out with her but it seems like she doesn't wants to anymore.

The following is my current build geared towards tanking, with a focus on evasion and dagger use. Understand this is not meant to be the most optimal tanking build, and is instead a fun and challenging means I have found of achieving the same objectives as a tank would require, while also having the combat flow and attack patterns of a rogue.
For starters, what is an evasion tank? As the title would describe, it's simply a style of tanking that emphasizes dodging over blocking to mitigate damage, while still maintaining the attention of the enemies so your group can take them down. The benefit of dodging is it typically opens up your enemies to exploitable backstab opportunities that you can take advantage of.
To begin with, let's discuss the armor, stats, and skills that establish the foundation of this build.
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Now I will go through what the key skills are and how they work for this playstyle. I will first address what will likely be the most contentious ability, Merciless Attack, and damage return aside, the point for this ability for me is simply because it's the only real way to get any sort of I-frame advantage in combat. When you break an enemy's guard and engage a Merciless Attack, most of the enemies won't engage you while this animation plays through. Your group is also now free to hit the group of mobs around you.
Parry power and Opportunity are both good to have, as they augment skills you will already be using, but they give access to Backstab Damage which, combined with Backstab Mastery are where this build is going to start coming together. Grab the early Dex passives, then follow the Ranger tree to the end for Ranger. This path has two purposes, the first of which is to give us some dexterity to support the dagger use, but then also endurance and stamina regen as well as a 5% bonus to crit chance/damage. Finally, this pathway helps fill in an element of range for those pesky fliers and archers. (Side note, as a tank, I typically keep a bow on me with flare arrows and a stock of 200 iron arrows just in case. The Flare Arrows can help not only light a way forward but also help a lost ally find their way to you)
Updraft is more utility-based and there for use out in the open world, however, Counterstrike is something I feel every good tank should have. This leads into Jump Attack II which I have seen come in very handy with a good 2-hander. Similarly to Evasion Attack, it is a block breaker so it will help set you up for those useful Merciless Attacks. Next, we take Shickwave and Bash. These abilities scale off of our strength so in addition to boosting our Jump Attack damage, we now have added stun bar increase and damage from parry scaled from strength.
Lastly Nemesis for threat generation, Tower and Warden for damage mitigation, and Battle Heal for passive combat healing. For the weapon path, I go for slashing and piercing as I focus on daggers as my main weapon and the 2-hand axe as my sub/AoE weapon. This will also give you access to Veteran and the Warrior's Path, both melee damage and crit change by 10%.
Now let's move on to gear and weapon preference. Here I lean towards the daggers for single target and 2-handed axes for AoE damage. Utilizing dodge mechanics can set up backstabbing attacks when in lock-on. For gear I currently use the Radiant Paladin helmet for the crit chance bonus. This helps keep Battle Heal proccing. The Soldier Breastplate for stamina and health, the Assassin gloves for added backstab and dagger damage, the Warden Trousers for damage mitigation and health, and finally the Radiant Paladin Boots for health regen.
Finally, Dodge vs Blink: Here is where I could potentially see this build diverging as there are arguments to be made for both regular Dodge and Blink. The first for me, being Dodge is superior for setting up reliable backstabs, as when locked on and engaged in a side roll, your character will roll around to orient you facing their back. However, the flip side is that Emergency Blink can get you out of bad situations where you ate a block you shouldn't have and now have an unlucky incoming tank buster from a boss and you need to dodge. Emergency Blink will break a stunned state and allow you to dodge. In the current state of the Hollows since I don't use Nemesis there, I would suggest working in Emergency Blink.
Footnotes: I plan to revisit the Life leech Rings since the attack speed of the daggers might very well make them viable for survivability. Also please be aware this is not a solo build While I did test some of the damage and crit-based healing in a solo setting, most of the real stress testing came with running this with a group of at least three other players. If anyone would like a video tutorial, showcasing how this build works within a group setting I would be happy to put something together.

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Still almost good for an entire year (until May 1st 2025). Send me a message or comment if you’re interested and I’ll invite you to the family plan. Payment via PayPal, IBAN, PayID or crypto :)
Edit: if you want a reference, u/roxorixn was our family plan for a year and can confirm this all works.

I've been trying to write for years. Decades.
In some ways I have always written; some of my earlier memories of school are sharing stories with my English teacher and the old man trying to coach me into, well, looking at the mistakes and fixing it.
I fell in love with fanfiction in my teens and wrote to my heart's desire. I couldn't stop. Hundreds of stories over a period of years that brought me my own fans and praise. In my early twenties I thought to myself okay, I can clearly do this. It's time to take my own writing seriously. Take off the stabilisers. I'm going to work on original content.
The following weeks, months and years were spent on crafting and worldbuilding the Epic I wanted to write. It went through dozens, possibly hundreds, of iterations.
I tried that monthly writing challenge. I tried being disciplined. I carried a notebook with me wherever I went jotting down new ideas. I brainstormed with other writers and friends. I wrote 10-15k beginnings that I scrapped and took back to the drawing board.
"I'm not talented or experienced enough to write something this challenging," I eventually decided. So I shelved it. I focused on learning about the art of storytelling. Inner conflict, fatal flaws, pacing, arcs, themes, what makes a good book from a great book. I bought and read books on it, articles, I watched numerous YouTube videos on the technicality of writing.
But I stopped writing.
I periodically tried to pick it up again. I knew I could write. I just needed the ideas. But they wouldn't connect. They'd sound good on paper but I could never push past that initial inspiration to write them and the blank page usually overcame me. And on the few times it didn't, my inner editor would immediately be all over what was lacking in what I'd written: I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't understand this character I had started writing about, I didn't know the world and its conflicts well enough to tell the story convincingly, people don't talk like that and I have no idea what happens in the next scene or how it pieces together in a larger work.
Slowly over the years my joy of writing got sucked from me.
Now when I sit down and write, I don't enjoy it. I enjoy planning things and creating characters. But the act of letting the words flow? I hate it. It feels horrible. Like I'm facing failure at every turn, and drowning in it. That I've lost my heart as a writer. I can technically write good words or craft a good story, I'm sure. But I simply no longer enjoy the act.
I wish I could learn how to let go of all my fears and just write. I would rather write something that is a terrible and incoherent mess and actually be able to enjoy it again, than force out something that might be technically decent but is a miserable process to get to.
I'm in my 30s now. I've wasted so much time on not-writing. I am trying to overcome some of these barriers, trying to find the joy in writing again. But man. Sometimes it's just easier to make a cup of tea and play a video game.
Can you force yourself to love something when the spark is gone?

Still almost good for an entire year (until May 1st 2025). Send me a message or comment if you’re interested and I’ll invite you to the family plan. Payment via PayPal, IBAN, PayID or crypto :)
Edit: if you want a reference, u/roxorixn was our family plan for a year and can confirm this all works.

Seems like a low effort post based on the title, but bear with me for a while.
We've long established that the definition of rich varies from person to person, so I'll leave it to you to decide what you think is considered rich. NRY, Not Rich Yet, implies that you will be rich eventually. So what's your plan to achieve this?
For me, to be rich would be achieve around $4-5m net worth. Was just doing some reflection during my afternoon swim, and realised that that is difficult number to achieve with just salary alone. Even if you have a generous package of $300k-400k a year, which most people will agree is quite substantial, you won't hit those numbers until you've worked for more than 10 years, and that's not even taking into account tax and expenses. With those taken into consideration, maybe you need to work 20 years. I don't think in today's climate, one can be confident in sustaining this kind of job for the next 20 years. And in 20 years time, your 5m is going to worth a lot less too.
So how do you plan to get rich? We've discussed work. Maybe hope for a significant increment. But it now seems obvious to me that the only way to get rich through work is via significant share options or profit sharing.
Investments? Unless you dabble in something risky, most of the safe-ish investments is more for wealth preservation and a hedge against inflation.
Property? Getting difficult to make good money off 2nd property these days with all these cooling measures. And for own residence, I used to think that I would eventually sell my place and downgrade to a HDB for retirement, but getting attached to your own place is a very very real thing.
Then, one must also be certain that expenses tend to go up as we get older. Lifestyle inflation, I thought I was immune to this, and have tried to make it difficult for myself to spend money. Even then, this lifestyle inflation is very insidious and will gradually creep up on you. I find myself minding less about my food's costs, and taking grab more often than in the past.
If you have kids, then that's a significant expense too. As we get older, we also will have to inevitably spend more on health. Parents also get older, and we have to spend more on their health too. These are all a fact of life.
And there is always the temptation of spending more to upgrade to a bigger home, or a bigger car.
What are your thoughts? I'm more than happy to be told that I am wrong, and its actually a lot more optimistic than what I have thought in my mind.