These are Castlevania Netflix icons made available as part of the limited \"Netflix and Chills\" collection (October, 2018).
Before I include the steps, I would like to give a few thanks. Some of you may know that I started this mission to find a way to get these icons a few days ago a while back. It took a bunch of work, posting on Facebook groups, Reddit, Twitter, desperately asking for people to help, haha. Well here we are. Thank you u/Sartana for getting the ball rolling by giving me the unique ID of Dracula. Thank you u/sublimeme for providing us with Trevor's. Thank you @insightsoda (Twitter) for helping us get Alucard's. And thank you u/N313intruder for helping me ask around once you were made aware of my mission, haha, and successfully helping me get the icons I would have missed.
Well, that's it. Here's what you need to do to be able to change your Netflix avatar to these icons (taken and altered from u/TaylorSwiftAddicted's guide):
* Be sure to turn off VPN before attempting as some people are having trouble with them on *

1. You will need to be on Microsoft Edge or Chrome to do it.
2. You will need to temporarily install this extension to help you change it. Should you worry about whether or not it is safe to install, it has over 2 million users, and is made by Facebook. You can remove this extension after you have changed the icon, should you wish.
3. Go to https://www.netflix.com/ManageProfiles, and navigate to the page where you can change your profile icon.
4. Open the React Developer Tools by right clicking anywhere on the page and choosing 'inspect'.
5. At the top of the developer tools, you will find a tab named 'Components'.
6. On the left inside this Components tab, you will see a bunch of rows of things. Click on the first row that says 'LolopiIcon'.
7. Now on the right side, you will see a bunch of information about the icon. Next to 'icon' there is an arrow, click it to expand the information inside icon.
8. Inside 'icon' is an 'id'. This is the one we will need to change. Double-click on the value to the right of 'id' so you can edit it.
9. Replace it with the unique ID of your desired icon. In our case, the IDs are as follows: Dracula: "AVATAR0c531682-c1ea-11e8-a863-1204ac6e63e2enMX81029379" Trevor: "AVATAR0c52c863-c1ea-11e8-a863-1204ac6e63e2enMX81029379" Alucard: "AVATAR0c5364a0-c1ea-11e8-a863-1204ac6e63e2enMX81029379"
10. Back in your browser on the edit profiles page, click the very first icon on the screen (this would normally be the first icon in your history of past icons used). This icon is the one we just set a new ID on. Don't worry, it didn't overwrite this icon and you can still change back to this icon in the future, should you wish.
11. After you click, you will be shown a prompt about whether or not you want to change. This will not yet show your desired icon under 'new'. Click let's do it.
12. You will now be shown another prompt about whether or not you want to save your profile settings. Again, it will not show your desired icon yet. Click 'save'.
13. You should now have your desired icon! And yes, this change would be reflected on all devices.

Have fun!
ALSO, if it's not working, try following these steps, but it really should work.
If you're interested, here are links to reddit posts relating to our little mission hehe:
https://www.reddit.com/castlevania/comments/r9efwx/i_finally_have_draculas_icon_on_netflix_still/
https://www.reddit.com/castlevania/comments/r1mfst/does_anyone_still_have_alucard_as_their_netflix/
https://www.reddit.com/castlevania/comments/rammz5/how_to_use_alucard_dracula_netflix_icon_2021/

I’ll be honest, if it wasn’t for the war on hip hop that B.Dot’s controversial end of year list caused, I may have never heard this album. Per usual, his selection of artists naturally created cultural discord leaving many steadfast in disagreement. As I witnessed the contention on various social channels, and the numerous opinions of its sequence, this album regardless of its placement, was undoubtedly included.
By the title, I was interested, and taken after the first listen. Immediately, the biblical mockery at its commencement was more than enough to occupy my attention. I could not believe what I was hearing. This wasn’t the usual inclusion of an artist's personal faith walk in music, but rather the tone of a self appointed godhead taking his sovereign position. It was his passion, and his candid incivility towards the church's consecration. Rolls Royce Break Lights, and it’s exuberant production acting as the album’s prelude, setting the atmosphere for Cook’s word.
“I’m the truth, I’m the light, I’m the way”
Bread of Life was a swift change in tone, settling the congregation in their seats while Cook’s reasoned his wise tales. This song was delivered with the posture of an expert, detailing his past in a way that tantalized those who’ve never walked in his shoes, finding the treasure that he did. He had glory and knew it, and in his unapologetic jovial tone, made sure we knew as well. This was an episodical account of events that placed him in such a position of opulence. I listened closely.
“Out of all these rap niggas, I’m the goldest, 24 karat glow, my soul lit”
It was beautifully irreverent, the robe of a street priest and the honesty of his unabashed life experiences proving to be more potent than any scriptural teachings. A master at his craft, rap and otherwise making his hustle a joyous, celebratory occasion. A pronounced success separate from one found in the lust of the music business. In the album, Cooks, regardless of whether he ever released music, was already successful. This was his version of the American dream, manifested in a way that supersedes the road more traveled, and the prerogative that way affords you.
By Crosses, he was loud and clear as the dark, ominous production ensured that we understood him. In it was a vulnerable frustration, standing firm in his belief, and the inevitable position he would take in hip hop. He wasn’t looking for acceptance, or a welcoming of any kind. Nor was this an attempt to alert the culture of his plan to capture the coveted crown; he had one already. His position was unlike any other, blatantly disrupting the culture’s comfort zone and deriding its slumber to his advantage.
As I replayed this track, I heard something different every time. More passion, and also to my surprise, his lyrics working in concert with scripture. Personally, I find religion a travesty, and regardless if that conclusion stems from my own experiences or not, it is a dangerous falsehood usually consumed by those left void by life’s noncompliance. However, similar to Matthew 7:13, Cooks sermonizes the inevitable ruin associated with the sacrifice of fame, even if that notability is found in street life. In the mood of Crosses was Cook's inveterate position firmly planted on his own conquests.
“Face it, Feds gave us a pop quiz and we aced it, don’t let ‘em tangle up your laces”
Aside from the greatness of the album’s entirety, this song was a magnum opus of its own. A detailed account of his rising, the culmination and even the lucre of his choices; however, so richly nestled in ascendancy. Do I think he’s suggesting his listeners partake in street life? I doubt it, but rather to run your own course, at your pace, all while being mindful of its enmity. I think in the manner of Cook’s story telling more highlights the self determination esteemed to those of personal triumph. That even in drug related subject matter, his message balances the consequence of his ways of life, but also its predestined victory.
“I’m thinkin’ when this shit over, what happened to your soul”
Another well favored track, Gloria Blemente and it’s flirtatious tone. Cook’s skillful, endearing honesty made it one I’m sure the ladies of his fan base relished as much as I did. This was the sincerity of the one that makes you smile though you’re upset with him. The one whose lifestyle scares you, though not enough to leave. The hustler, or king of the city reigning in the splendor that often blinds your better judgment. This was dope boy romance, in the scintilla of charm he can afford while his guard remains high. Overall, as the consequences of his decisions loom, you stay because he means well. We’ve all been there, and despite the circumstance, he brings a new woman out of you, and you like it.
For every song, a highly cinematic thread binding them together and this was no different. A gentleman to his sound, lively yet relaxed in the delivery knowing his own knighthood. A craftsman that has used the dignified autonomy of his life for justifiable self righteousness. Who could stop him, or for a second, attempt to discredit his past being the fuel to his freedom; the freedom he deemed necessary. Enamored with his confidence, I couldn't help but ponder the genesis of such personal sovereignty. This wasn't the incipient album of a new artist with apparent trepidation. This was a master class, a sermon of godship carefully crafted to the internal betterment of its hearers. Also, a candor contrary to his seemingly enigmatic nature. Not much social media, hardly a collection of interviews, but the roots of the culture allowing the constitution of his word to live on its own. The perfect literary conveyance complementing the legendary production of Roc Marciano; all the makings of an artist ahead of his time. This album, a bar of excellence unable to be contained by any list, but rather a well sequenced screenplay perfected in lyrical audacity. The story of destiny's obstacle course he conquered with ease at every turn. Today's Illmatic.
Like many of us, he could clearly see the deficit in the culture, not only by the name of the album, but also its content. This time, it was his decision, not that of the industry to extend an invitation. This was his principle, and in the savor of this album came a cosmic shift in rap and life that, like the word of God, teaches to find joy in indignation. This was a law of personal liberty found in those who have persevered despite their circumstance, and the celebration of it. Isn't this what we all strive for? Shouldn't this be our dream? That self sufficiency reigns, and in friction we find our way with a fuck you as comely as Cooks forthright character. Him audaciously choosing a self belief rather than the force fed pious concept of a savior; Cooks being his own. I appreciate that, as many are deceived by the manipulative ways of the church, neglecting the detriment to the believers. Maybe that’s why I enjoyed Cooks disposition and not so much the religious undertones of other albums. In life, we often decide so ignorantly to believe in the numinous ways of a divine being, and that somehow those teachings will abate our own inherent experiences. What about those unafraid to apply the word until we see the gravity of it in our predestination? Maybe until we reign and our word, or our law drives the course of our fortune. Isn’t that true faith? If so, that faith is exemplified in this album regardless of anyone’s consent. What if beauty for ashes truly comes when you construct it? What if we are wholly “free indeed” when we’ve run through the ribbon at the place we marked?
“Why you think they call this shit a race cause it’s a fuckin race bitch, and they made you believe that you ain’t even racin”
What if our firmest victory arrives when we can feed our families without lack after the suffering of perpetual poverty? Isn’t that joy in the morning? In life, there is no instruction manual and many of us bear adversity despite good doing. Out of that is often born a frustration that fuels us to circumvent the supposed road of truth until we find our own. That’s what I hear in this album. I’m unaware of Cook’s personal reasons for his jarring, highly derisive religious context but I understand my own. Reasonable Drought was evidentiary support to the subjective matter of success. The real drought in my opinion, is the deficiency of those bold enough to speak like him, and win how they see fit.
I commend Cooks for his valor, for his own way, and his refusal of conformity. This album was sexy defiance, the sonic display of power, finding the source of it in self; like we all should. As the film played in my mind and the soundtrack in my ears, I thought of what I'd say to him if we ever crossed paths. I'd ask him of the origin of the church's mockery, then tell him of my own, and how I fancy it. Also, how his candid example was not only enjoyable, but a requisite in my own life. Reasonable Drought was a word of law and life, a reminder to stand tall in our own podium and swiftly part with those who oppose our gospel. This was a master's truth, the sanctimonious cape of an expert that had studied the genres entrance and exit points to be had at his convenience.
"Don't mention me with with them, they irrelevant, let me settle this"
Overall, I enjoyed this album thoroughly, but more so, the underlying principles I found in it. This was the tutelage of a maestro, the guardianship for a people who need the acquired taste of achievement. Whether you take his path or not, the one you select will only be conquered by the same fortitude and determination Cook’s displays in his distinguished literary masterpiece. Maybe you didn’t take away what I did, that’s arbitrary, but I encourage any listener to extrapolate the ingenuity in this amazing body of work whether you agree with it or not.
By my third listen, I made a small change making Cocaine Cologne the last song. It was the benediction, the climax to his life symphony, and the orchestra as the curtains close. At the time of this writing, Cook's latest singles Run It Up and That's the Game play simultaneously on heavy repeat, and like his album, I'm once again charmed by his elegant, well poised delivery. Another movie, the one with the entrancing villain we're all rooting for, with a lyrical prowess over more phenomenal production. In the opulence of Cook's charismatic music is hope. A resetting of the roots of hip hop, and adding to the bulldog annexation of upstate New York's position in the culture. In his music, Cook's personal ascension is evident and well celebrated. This album was the relatable gospel to be only digested by those willing to risk it all in their own permissive pursuits. His story is one to believe, the plan to get to the money, or whatever your lust, and the celebration of self in every meantime. Personally, with my own futile religious experiences, and Cook's discourteous backdrop of it, the music was introspective self enjoyment. His versatility, originality, along with his ability to play with melody while keeping the integrity of the culture intact. A legend indeed.
"You gotta visualize it moving when the shit won't, and let the non-believers that jumped off the bitch go. Then you flex floatin by em in the big boat, screaming better kick your legs harder nigga big strokes"
-Bread of Life, Reasonable Drought

I was involved in a road traffic crash. 11/05/202. I have no insurance only CTP. The guy admitted to me he ran his light, then admitted to the father of my children who was first on scene after the crash and also admitted to him he ran his red light, resulting in him hitting the whole right rear of my bumper as I was indicating right to turn at the + intersection. Since the crash, I made a post a post on Facebook hoping any cars of traffic had seen it, turns out a witness did. She was the middle lane car, travelling straight and I was the only car in the 4th lane turning right and confirmed my green indicative arrow. 12th May She made a police report, the father of my children did too, and was followed up by the investigating officer and confirmed my green light but was still holding me as the at fault driver 14th of May. 13th of May I went into the shop myself and seen it’s public CCTV footage I have witnessed it myself. And was curious as to why the police were still against me with 2 reports. Police stated they were going off the reflective light on the ground
15th May I went into the station personally to talk to the investigating officer and was sent a link to my phone and was told to open it to receive RTI forms (Right Of Information) as police on scene said they know who called, and the name was mentioned 3+ times I said impossible that name called 000 I reach for my phone for proof of phone log contact because that’s the name of my friend, she died at this intersection.. I was told that same day no was gonna be issued a ticket. 18th of May I received a $619 fine processing through a red arrow from the 11/04/2024.
21st May find my original photos for evidence on my phone had been tampered with. The screenshot conversation was squared off instead of round (Messenger Facebook)
29th May I’m at a lost everything has been reported to police, I just can’t believe I am experiencing this can someone please help or guide me in this situation as I truly do not know what to do. I barely make it by now, single mum of 2, the car is financed no insurance only CTP I had picked my friend up from my finishing shift at work and took her home when she finished so my work won’t cover me either :(((((( please helpppppp meeeeeee

Ok, some of what I’m going to say has probably been said before, I just wanted to acknowledge that
Now there has been a lot of talk of Em’s “last trick” but it didn’t start recently. As many have noted on Unaccommodating, Eminem raps: “But I know magic and here go my last trick/I’m ‘bout to say “Abracadabra” and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat/I’m about to relapse and I betcha you won’t know how to react/But a look of disgust, I don’t doubt it’d be that”
So his last trick is to pull a B Rabbit out of his hat. Now, B Rabbit is the rap name of the character from 8 Mile, who is also a characterization of Em’s own beginnings. Also I think it’s worth noting that in both promo videos for the album Em hasn’t been wearing his hat that he’s been caught sporting a lot since 2018, so Slim Shady (beginning Em)/B Rabbit is up out of his hat
But it goes further. He says “I’m about to relapse…”. Now as noted on My Darling from Relapse, Eminem raps “But Dre, all Shady is, is a bottle of hair bleach and vodka” which is a testament to the idea that Slim Shady is Eminem on drugs. Now whilst Marshall won’t relapse in real life, Eminem relapsing would be going back to Slim Shady. And this line finishes with “…and I betcha won’t know how to react”. This is warning us that what is coming will be shocking to the point that we won’t even know how we’re supposed to react to it
But it still goes further. He backs this up by rapping “But a look of disgust, I don’t doubt it’d be that”. This simply proves that what is coming is going to be very shocking and disturbing
“Okay but we should expect that from Shady, so it won’t be shocking.” That’s where you’d be wrong. I think this bar from Unaccommodating is warning us that things are going to go so far past the usual Shady nature, that we will be shocked and disgusted
“But how does this solve the murder?” Well, it’s simple. Many thought that it would be Eminem that kills Shady as he is his own and only competition. But we know Eminem can’t kill Shady. He tried on When I’m Gone. But he came back. He tried to ward him off on My Darling. But he came back. We know on Fall he says “You wanted Shady? You got him” which goes to show how at such a point of anger Em uses Shady, but has really been at bay before this as he didn’t really appear on Revival (Framed was not really Shady, it was Marshall saying he was framed for the crimes he’d rap about and he didn’t actually do it) so even if he was on MMLP2, he kept Shady at bay for 5 years. But on MTBMB it seems like Em brings Shady back, but knowingly for the intentions he mentions on Unaccommodating (see above). So now that puts us in present day where Shady is going to release his most shocking and disgusting album yet
Now that’s damn near all the evidence of how he got to this point and what it means, but who did it? Well, in the most recent teaser Em says “For my last trick I’m going to make my career disappear”. But Em has no plans to retire as mentioned on several occasions such as on Godzilla, so how could his career end? The critics would have to finally manage to kill Shady. That’s right, as mentioned previously Em can’t kill Shady, so all that’s left is the critics stopping him after he spits something absolutely vile
“But critics haven’t stopped Shady before” but they sort of have. Sure Em becoming sober has helped Shady come through less post-Relapse, but Relapse proves that sober Eminem still can have Shady despite Shady being the representation of Eminem on drugs. Shady is that powerful. But as Shady got critiqued he hasn’t been seen as much as mentioned before. So Shady’s, and maybe even Eminem’s career might even end because he finally gets stopped for his vile lyrics
But again, as mentioned before, Em doesn’t want to retire. Or is that what we’re supposed to think? What if in order to fully kill Shady we need to believe Shady will keep going after this album if he’s not stopped, so for the past several years Em has drilled into our heads that he’s still going for a long while. It’s one last trick so Shady dies
TL;DR Over the past several years Em has been warning us of his plan to bring Shady out and spit something so shockingly vile, even for his standards, in order to effectively perform his last trick and make his career disappear to finally bring about the death of Slim Shady in the ultimate coup de grâce where Em usurps Shady and gains control of his mind back, finishing a story that has been slowly told over the past 25 years since 1999

Has someone faced this issue?

hi everyone! Im a college student who bought my first car the other day off of facebook marketplace. The lady selling it to me told me the car was her husbands and she was selling it for him but he wasn’t there. She handed me the pink slip title and it was signed ready to be signed by me. The date of the signature was about 8 days before buying the car I assumed that i’d be okay since the signatures were all where they needed to be. I checked the Vin number on the title and it all looked good. I bought the car and she gave me her number incase i had any problems switching the title. Today I went to AAA to switch the title to my name and there was a problem with the number of miles I reported it didn’t match with dmv records, the lady went to check the car and told me we had to fill out a statement of fact check. She said I need the sellers signature and a smog check done and that the title will be suspended for 6-8 months because they have to send it to Sacramento. I don’t know what to do or how i can even get the signature the lady took down her facebook profile and doesn’t answer her calls. I also made the mistake of telling the workers it was a gift when it wasn’t. The dmv records said the car is salvage but the title I was given showed it was clean. What do you guys recommend I do?

This is weird but i need advice from the bi polar community. I have a cyber stalking order against someone who has really bad bi polar, delusions, and psychosis.
Quick backstory: she briefly dated my husband before he ever met me. Got pregnant; had an abortion. He met me and we moved away.. years later, i started realizing she would go through episodes where she wouldn’t stop calling, Harrass us, threaten us, make up things that never happened. Fast forward 3 years ago i got granted a restraining order for cyber stalking. Things went quiet.. now last week she popped up again. We got into touch with her mother and aunt who’s a police officer, found out about all her mental illnesses . Now it’s all making sense. Tho i do feel sorry for her , i am afraid for my safety. Her mother assures us she won’t hurt us, but she found out where my husband works last month .. walked into his work and punched him square in the face then ran away. Charges pending. But I’m afraid she doesn’t need jail time! She needs mental help. Her family isn’t taking it seriously. She posts on Facebook about 500 times a day . Claiming she knows celebrities. Says Rihanna stole from her, Kim k sleeps at her house. Claims she’s a god and she was pinned down and microchipped. She’s also Been writing cruel statuses about me and my children. Saying she’s going to continue to stalk us. Then she’ll say she wants to kill herself .. then after that she’ll Claim she has some sort of relationship with a celebrity again. She has multiple charges of domestic violence , injunctions , battery, you name it. I want to know how i can navigate this- i really wish her family would take this more seriously. As much as she’s hurt me i don’t think she belongs in jail.. but she really needs professional help before she really harms herself or others
I don’t know much about this illness but I’m afraid and wondering how long it lasts 🥹. I truly feel sad for herself and her family .

Hey y'all,
Hope this is the right place to post. My grandma was accidentally shipped this seemingly cheap (brand: NTCEOBO) solar panel and they didn't ask for a return. Not wanting to throw it out (the whole point is conservation right?), I was hoping y'all could help me figure out how to put this together.
I myself know nothing about solar, but I gather that I at least need a battery. I'm not even sure what the names of the various connections here are, though I gather the 3-way is for connecting to a generator. The other two cords seem to be for a battery. The instruction manual only details how to initialize the settings on the controller but not the actual physical setup.
We don't really know what to use it for so literally any guidance whatsoever is appreciated haha. Thanks in advance y'all.
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My mom got an extremely abnormal text message from a close family friend (I’ll call her Jennifer) at 5AM saying she was leaving to Mexico to see her father and asking her to watch 2 of her 3 children at her home overnight/indefinitely. What’s weird is that:

• The message was all in English which my mom checked and she’d never written to my mom in English. Jennifer posts on Facebook in English sometimes because she’s a runner with many English speaking friends, but I know she speaks Spanish whenever she has the option.
• She never mentioned this to my mom or anyone.
• She’s only ever gone to Mexico once before to be a bridesmaid in a wedding near her father, but never went again after that.
• She doesn’t have the money for this and is typically very frugal. She’s a divorced single mother of 3. 2 of the 3 children have had mental issues, some severe that have cost her a lot to treat.
• She’s estranged from much of her family and her relationship with her ex husband is very poor. She coparents neutrally but he’s shown consistent animosity towards her.
• She hasn’t asked my mom to watch her kids in over 10 years. The two in her home are adults or near adulthood.

I’ve been digging as much as I could and this is what I’ve found from messages to my mom and social media without tipping off her kids that we’re concerned.

• The messages went from long and in English to short and in Spanish. They give surface level context-appropriate info about her family. Just enough to seem like her or someone who she was acquainted with.
• A note was written on her calendar at home saying she’d be back from Mexico in 10 days.
• She dates somewhat actively, but has never brought a man around her kids. However, she has had one man over to the house at some point in the past when her kids were not around.
• She made a Facebook post a day ago. It had a slight grammatical error in English, but seemed to portray her sharing that she’d gone to the zoo with her son for his birthday. However, her daughter told my mother that they’d actually gone on Sunday and he went with his father. Jennifer wasn’t there.

This is the big one for me that I need someone to either confirm my line of thinking on or tell me I’m being dumb…

• She posted a story on her Facebook at the Dallas Fort Worth, Texas airport showing a number of delayed flights, claiming that her flight was delayed as well. The delay times shown in the picture makes sense in our time zone, however that airport is two hours ahead. If the photo was posted right, when it was taken, the times shown for other delayed flights would have already passed in the airport’s time zone.

There’s more but basically everything about this occurrence is abnormal. Nothing is typical of her.
If there’s any chance this is real, what do we do??? I fully intend to call the cops if substantial confirmatory contact isn’t made in the next day or two, but I don’t know how to handle interactions with her children or further text messages that are still being sporadically responded to.
Any and all advice is extremely appreciated. I’m hoping so bad that this isn’t what it feels like but I don’t want to make a wrong move if there’s any chance something bad is happening.

Hi! For anonymous purposes, I’m just going to say my name is Andy. I’m (22M) and I got my heart broken for the first time last year. Also for anonymous purposes, her name will be Veronica. She was (28F) and we had met at a concert. We started talking, and at the end of the concert we got each others Instagram. After that night we started texting each other everyday for about 2 weeks.
Within those 2 weeks we were calling , always talking. We finally decided on a random night to meet up at a park, and it was great. I immediately had a connection, and we did kiss on the first date. After that we began talking more than usual, and we had went out on a second date.
Towards the end of the second date, we went into the back of her car and started making out, but nothing beyond just sucking her bonkers. Once we were done we started talking more, and made it exclusive to make this work out. We were never together, but we liked each other a lot (from what I felt).
We went on a third date to watch the new spiderverse movie, and after we went on her street, parked, and then we did everything except for actually doing the deed. After everything we were just chilling in the back, and we were joking around. I slipped up and accidentally said I loved her. Now I know what y’all are thinking. But I’m extremely used to telling my friends that I love them because that’s just our relationship with each other. I also didn’t say it in a romantic way. But it was still my fault. I panicked and she realized that I didn’t mean it that way. So she said it was okay and that she knew I didn’t mean it like that.
After the night I went home happy. Now before I get onto the next part of what happened. She had gotten out of a 8 year relationship 8 months ago during the time that we were going out (I know, big mistake, found that out the hard way). She also constantly kept telling me she likes me a lot and basically kept assuring me throughout the whole time that she wanted this to work with me and be with me at some point. I’ve also never had a serious relationship before and she was okay with that.
So going on to the next part of this. She had went out to Disneyland with her family for the week as a vacation since they are from San Diego, and she lives here in LA. Her texts started being weird, and kinda seemed she was drifting away from our flirtatious texts and so forth. I assumed she was just busy.
That weekend we saw each other, and out of nowhere said that she doesn’t think she can do it anymore. She brought up how I scared her and so forth. But she never even talked to me about how she felt throughout that week. As I kept trying to tell her that we can make it work and so forth, she kept trying to say things on why it wouldn’t work due to minor differences that didn’t affect anything that had to do with us dating.
We then sat down, tried to play uno, but my heart was already shattered. I don’t know how I kept my composure on not crying. But I was obviously in distress. After I brought everything up again, and she told me that she was sorry and can’t do it anymore. She seemed like she felt really bad but I don’t know. We left and I was in pieces up until now.
For the last 8 months that she hurt me I used alcohol and weed as a way to cope. I was somewhat a little stocky, and then I turned fat. I’m depressed. It was my first time a girl really seemed she wanted to work things out with me, and accept the weirdo that I am lol. Also before I move onto the next part of this, I forgot to mention I’m a metal musician. I’m not well known but I can confidently say that I’m good at what I do. I sing and scream for a band, and for my solo project. But this also kinda ties into this next part. A month goes by, I texted her, and she said how she hasn’t been alone for 8 years, and how she can finally work on herself and blah blah blah. Another month goes by she dates another dude who’s a musician. I was devastated. So that led me into a deeper hole. Another 2 months go by and they unfollow each other, and she deactivated her instagram. A few weeks go by, she’s back on Instagram, posts a photo of herself on Instagram stories, and next thing you know it, she’s dating another guy who happens to be another singer, who has 40k monthly listeners on Spotify, and millions of streams on his music. This was this past January/February.
Now leading up to today, they are still talking. I finally unfollowed her cause she did first. But knowing this made me feel played, and makes me feel worthless. This is my first actual heartbreak, and I finally stopped smoking and drinking as much. I started to go to the gym again, and all of these feelings are coming back again. Except the emotions are hitting me harder. It’s basically been a year, and I still can’t get over her. I’ve actively tried dating a couple times after, but it wasn’t exciting anymore, the girls I went out with had boring and unambitious personalities. I’ve also went to a metal show recently, and I can’t go up to a girl anymore and ask for her number because of how traumatized I am, and I remember the hurt I went through. Even through all of this, she never texted or contacted me once. All she did the next day was text me thank you about introducing her to a band. And then left me on delivered with my response. She messed me up bad, and I don’t know how to let go, heal more, and actually try to be happy again. I’m lost, and it makes me have anger towards her but also still have a lot of sorrow left. I need advice. I wish I was over her, but I can’t stop thinking about her. What should I do?

Excuse if this is a little messy. I hardly use reddit, and this entire situation is stressing me out to the point of shakiness and illness. On that not, onto the story.
So, for a bit of context, I am a very, very new adult. I just graduated high school, and I've never had the best relationship with my family besides my mom and brother. I was still very distant from my mom because of some slight neglect in the past. I don't blame her for it because she's a single mom and was working a very hard job.
Extra context, my mom had also been planning a California trip. She had changed the plans every other day. Me and my fiance couldn't keep up with it, especially because he had a work venture there.
The past few months, I had been going out with my boyfriend, now fiance ( we'll call Ax ). My mom had been pretty hard on me because of this. Saying how, "I'm not home enough," and, "I need to help with (this this and this)." So, I was already getting a little fed up. I just wanted an escape from the house which is honestly not a very healthy living space due to my fairly slobbish family. Everytime I would go home she would bombard me with stuff, which I never had to do before, so it made me want out more.
I'm just going to summarize the build up by saying, there were quite a few arguments and she never seemed to listen to me. I also have a super hard time communicating my feelings and confrontation so participating in an argument is a big deal.
Now we get to the big night. The last thing we "talked" about was the California trip and how Ax's parents won't let him go if we stay at her friend's house. She got upset and stormed off. Me and Ax were upset so we went to his birth mom's ( we'll call her Cat ) house to take a break. It didn't really help. I had gotten fed up with all of the arguing and bitterness from my mom. All of the snide comments to Ax. I texted her that I was moving out and wasn't going on the California trip. ( I was moving into Cat's house. )
Now should I have texted her? Probably not, but texting helps me form my thoughts into words. I express more clearly through text, and shut down on the phone and especially in person.
She calls and I freak out and hand the phone to Ax. Mistake number 2. A bit about Ax, he is very very protective of me, especially with some of the stuff I've told him about my family and my dad. He doesn't want me to go through the same thing again. He's also a big jokester but is autistic so he doesn't really get when not to do some of his joking tones and words. They also come off as very disrespectful sometimes and he was kind of tired of her. So my mom is angry.
She tells me to come home within 5 minutes. I very shaky get in the car and we head there. We get there and she takes the keys to the car and my phone. Tells me to come inside and talk alone. Now, I get where she's coming from, but I HATE feeling cornered. I need someone else there by my side or I just shut down. It socks and makes things a lot harder with this kind of stuff. Now the rest is a but of a blur but she gets aggressive. No physical violence, but she does get in my face. I back up and she starts acussing me of telling people I'm violent though I haven't. It blurs again and suddenly I'm packing my things and leaving. My brother (15) by my side sad to see me leave this way.
The night goes by and I hear nothing from her. The next day she texts. I don't remember many of the texts, but I do remember being stressed out and not replying to things often. I tell her I need some time.
Few days go by with few texts I answer and a couple calls I don't. Then we get to church just a few days after the big night and an argument over text starts. She acusses Ax of lying, stealing, and vandalizing her car. The "lying" was a joke he made about his origins that I took seriously at first, I am a very slow person, that he had not realized I took seriously until very very later on. On the stealing, he had not stolen from some of the places acussed, but we did have a separate incident that was true. However, he's done his best to make it up and has not done anything like it since. He got punished by me and his parents. She still thinks he should've gotten worse. He's especially tried to make it up to my mom because he had lost her full trust and she was very obvious about it and still hasn't forgiven him to this day. The vandalizing was him working on the car, but not fixing it fully, because, we'll, she took the car before he could.
I talked about getting my legal documents, the entire point I was texting her in the first place, she brought up Ax herself. I misunderstood her and thought she was wanting to keep them from me so threatened legal action. I won't go deep into this because I'm not a lawyer, but ultimately it was more a threat to get my stuff. She said that I could get my stuff from the garage. Remember when I told you that my family was slobish? Yeah, I have no clue where these documents are and the garage is stacked to the sealing so it's going to take me a bit. I don't want to, but it's the only way to get my documents.
I completely give up at this point. I already said I needed a bit of time, but she continued to text. When I didn't answer email me a mental health line. The only times I would talk to her was to get my stuff. She started making facebook posts warning about toxic relationships, and how losing loved ones without making peace is terrible. This continues for a bit then stopped a couple days ago. The last thing I got, just a few hours ago, was an email. I will be quoting it word for word but changing names blah blah, you know how privacy works.
"Hi, [deadname]! I hope everything is going well for you.
I just wanted to take some time to explain some things. I wanted to tell you these things in person because it really does matter. Reading something is far different from hearing how someone says it. Arguments and misunderstandings should always be fixed in person.
First and foremost, I love you. I would do anything within my power for you. I have always been there for you and I want to continue being there. It breaks my heart that you don't want anything to do with me. I've tried to make you feel loved and supported. I've been active in your interests and activities. I even played Minecraft for you... (Haha)
I wanted to talk to you privately because we will never be able to fix things between us if someone else is involved. And honestly, it's no one else's business. I've never physically or intentionally hurt you so there is no reason to be scared to spend time with me.
What I have tried to tell you through text, is that I did not blow up because you wanted to move out. My response was that we would talk when you got home. That was not blowing up and this is why it is important to communicate in person rather than via text. I wanted to know your plans and see if I could help or add some suggestions that might help. I blew up because of the disrespect. I was being treated like I was nothing and like I've done nothing for you. I tried to explain that I wasn't mad about you wanting to move out. I'm not sure why you thought I would be since we've been talking about it for 6 months.
I apologize to you for how I handled my thoughts and feelings about [Ax]. It shouldn't have been handled that way. I'm not mad that either of you made mistakes. I was mad at the lack of taking ownership of said mistakes. I was mad that I was lied to again when I called out those mistakes.
I just want us to work through this. I love you. I will always love you. I want to help you if and when I can. I always want to be a part of your life. I am hurt that you can so easily throw away our relationship because of one argument. I am hurt that you're acting like I've done something for you to be afraid of me.
My door is always open and I'm always just a phone call away.
Love, Mom"
It makes me feel like I'm in the wrong and I'm actually unsure if I'm being to harsh on her. AITH?
TLDR; I move in with my fiancé. Arguments with mom as she acusses us of things we didn't do besides one thing. Im tired and stressed so go almost no contact. I get an email from her making me rethink my position on the matter.
Edit 1 and 2: Updates to layout of the post.

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putting a tw for: body shaming at a young age, negative food talk, emotional neglect/abuse possibly, bad negative self talk, derealisation, body dysphoria issues, suicidal talk/depression, weight loss talk. plz be advised when reading or don’t if its too heavy.
also this is long, im just hoping someone would take the time to read and provide what they can. no one is obligated to read, thanks.
im genuinely starting to get upset and its killing me inside, when i look for support or any help anywhere there is none. all the content on instagram is targeted towards those who’ve made it past that age and survived having to cover up or not dress how they want. no one ever seems to care about the teen and tween girls who currently deal with this kind of stuff cause it seems to them it doesn’t exist anymore. its disappointing to see and shows i dont belong in any community so i’ve come here
im currently 17 and for the past multiple years ever since i started being heavier around the end of 5th grade it feels like my father has been more ashamed of his daughters body and has tried to cover me up and tell me what i should wear. im also dealing with covering up my severe depression and trauma so theres more thats kinda related to this but i dont want to stray off topic
when i was four my dad put me in the child acting industry based in la/weho. that wasn’t that traumatic for me honestly and didn’t take away from being a child but during that time my dad would sometimes get angry when i wanted a snack such as chips or a cookie, he would threaten me and be like “youre gonna grow as big as a house” or “of course you want the cookies”. keep in mind i was only in early elementary school around this time. and in fifth grade he signed me up for this shoot where it was some sort of tv pilot pitch where it was described as the biggest loser for kids and they had other slimmer kids on set that wore fat suits basically and i was the biggest one there. i belived i had to have a fitness routine at 11 in the fifth grade and started working out for two days
into middle school i started getting known for being a bigger girl but i remember around 7th-8th grade my dad kept saying how the clothes i had were too small when i was just trying to dress trendy or like similar styles like any middle school girl. if not that then it was stuff that was too “childish” or fit snug on me. this is when i started to feel totally repulsed about my body and dreaming about wearing what i wanted. and even to this day he periodically will get upset and disappointed in me being dressed down with my hair up just to do something mundane or for my therapy appointment. i was wearing hoodies or shirts with leggings. i remember when we were at six flags for my birthday and i was wearing a cute tank top that slightly showed a bit of tummy and he forcibly pulled the shirt down.
and getting into high school and up into this point he periodically, gets mad and upset when im wearing a certain outfit to go somewhere simple or drags me into the plus sized women’s section of kohls to look for clothes i don’t need and want. i remember when he took me to get my blood drawn i was on my period and wore pants that i typically do cause im uncomfy naturally on it and he got mad and i went into my room trying to calm down and not argue because its pointless with him, and i already knew he was gonna come in and go in my closet and tell me to change into a different pair of pants i don’t wear or what he liked. i always have to please what he likes or i should be wearing in my size.
up until recently he’s telling me i need to get a new wardrobe, that all my clothes are small when they just fit snug or my tummy shows through, (i go thrifting with my mom alot), and convincing me to shop in the plus sized women’s section of jcpenny and kohls. mind you he’s in his early 60s so i dont wanna hear “who still shops there” cause thats not making me feel better about myself at all. i remember he took me to see the women’s shorts and pants, all straight fitting long shorts that were two sizes too big on me. him sending me pictures of mens shirts that are oversized on me because i have some mens pants that i wear as jeans. when he took me shopping recently for athletic wear and told me i NEEDED new shorts and pants because the ones my mom gets are “too tight” when they fit me comfortably and the shorts i have to try on are long and big on me, i literally put them on and feel disgusting like im dressing for pe class, i dont say anything other than they just look plain in which he tells me im not supposed to look stylish at the gym and be comfortable. but when i wear them to the gym they keep falling down on me past half my ass no matter how much i have the draw string tied and im constantly pulling them up. when i have to struggle to not tell him i dont like any of the stuff he chooses for me or think fits since he gets mad and angry about it but also gets upset when i dont wear any of the things he gets me. and for the past two years i start to realize why he’s getting me to wear oversized or bigger clothes for me, because anything my size is too tight basically.
he’s told me my first cosplay i put together myself at fifteen looks raggedy and made me look like a street urchin, he didn’t let me get thin framed glasses i liked that were in our budget because my head was too wide for them and they just looked ugly to him, when he got a dress i needed for a cosplay in my size he made my mom try it on before i did and told me it was tight on her, said that the brand name suggested it was too small, kept telling i needed a bigger size, then when i tried it on and it fit perfectly he kept wondering if it was too tight. i dont even want to do any cosplay or get better cause of him and i cant even dress or put effort in outfits like i did in middle school. now i just feel like a burden cause of my body, something that needs to be hidden away, like everything is my fault because im bigger.
i feel repulsed and never take pictures, only when i feel like i should. my dad doesn’t take pictures of me anymore or puts up any photos of me in middle school or high school like he did my brother, only those photos of me as a young child. now im dealing with binge eating habits that affect me, weighing more than my parents, having shame about eating in public, feeling guilt when i eat, and not feeling like a person. even if friends take fun pictures of me i feel freaked out. im not living, and i dont know how im supposed to be accepted by this community when im forced to hate myself in real life and get jealous over those who’ve already made it past the shame in hiding themselves or appealing to society’s standards. and this is on top of processing me hiding my autism and severe depression and trauma. i dont want to keep dealing with thinner people who dont understand. and dont even ask if my mother is better, she just tells me that my dad would hate certain clothes and constantly nags me about having to shop at torrid. and im hoping to move out into a dorm around next year but this is something that’s killing me besides other things and i dont have any support because im the biggest person i know personally.

Hi! For anonymous purposes, I’m just going to say my name is Andy. I’m (22M) and I got my heart broken for the first time last year. Also for anonymous purposes, her name will be Veronica. She was (28F) and we had met at a concert. We started talking, and at the end of the concert we got each others Instagram. After that night we started texting each other everyday for about 2 weeks. Within those 2 weeks we were calling , always talking. We finally decided on a random night to meet up at a park, and it was great. I immediately had a connection, and we did kiss on the first date. After that we began talking more than usual, and we had went out on a second date.
Towards the end of the second date, we went into the back of her car and started making out, but nothing beyond just sucking her bonkers. Once we were done we started talking more, and made it exclusive to make this work out. We were never together, but we liked each other a lot (from what I felt). We went on a third date to watch the new spiderverse movie, and after we went on her street, parked, and then we did everything except for actually doing the deed. After everything we were just chilling in the back, and we were joking around. I slipped up and accidentally said I loved her. Now I know what y’all are thinking. But I’m extremely used to telling my friends that I love them because that’s just our relationship with each other. I also didn’t say it in a romantic way. But it was still my fault. I panicked and she realized that I didn’t mean it that way. So she said it was okay and that she knew I didn’t mean it like that.
After the night I went home happy. Now before I get onto the next part of what happened. She had gotten out of a 8 year relationship 8 months ago during the time that we were going out (I know, big mistake, found that out the hard way). She also constantly kept telling me she likes me a lot and basically kept assuring me throughout the whole time that she wanted this to work with me and be with me at some point. I’ve also never had a serious relationship before and she was okay with that.
So going on to the next part of this. She had went out to Disneyland with her family for the week as a vacation since they are from San Diego, and she lives here in LA. Her texts started being weird, and kinda seemed she was drifting away from our flirtatious texts and so forth. I assumed she was just busy. That weekend we saw each other, and out of nowhere said that she doesn’t think she can do it anymore. She brought up how I scared her and so forth. But she never even talked to me about how she felt throughout that week. As I kept trying to tell her that we can make it work and so forth, she kept trying to say things on why it wouldn’t work due to minor differences that didn’t affect anything that had to do with us dating. We then sat down, tried to play uno, but my heart was already shattered. I don’t know how I kept my composure on not crying. But I was obviously in distress. After I brought everything up again, and she told me that she was sorry and can’t do it anymore. She seemed like she felt really bad but I don’t know. We left and I was in pieces up until now.
For the last 8 months that she hurt me I used alcohol and weed as a way to cope. I was somewhat a little stocky, and then I turned fat. I’m depressed. It was my first time a girl really seemed she wanted to work things out with me, and accept the weirdo that I am lol. Also before I move onto the next part of this, I forgot to mention I’m a metal musician. I’m not well known but I can confidently say that I’m good at what I do. I sing and scream for a band, and for my solo project. But this also kinda ties into this next part. A month goes by, I texted her, and she said how she hasn’t been alone for 8 years, and how she can finally work on herself and blah blah blah. Another month goes by she dates another dude who’s a musician. I was devastated. So that led me into a deeper hole. Another 2 months go by and they unfollow each other, and she deactivated her instagram. A few weeks go by, she’s back on Instagram, posts a photo of herself on Instagram stories, and next thing you know it, she’s dating another guy who happens to be another singer, who has 40k monthly listeners on Spotify, and millions of streams on his music. This was this past January/February.
Now leading up to today, they are still talking. I finally unfollowed her cause she did first. But knowing this made me feel played, and makes me feel worthless. This is my first actual heartbreak, and I finally stopped smoking and drinking as much. I started to go to the gym again, and all of these feelings are coming back again. Except the emotions are hitting me harder. It’s basically been a year, and I still can’t get over her. I’ve actively tried dating a couple times after, but it wasn’t exciting anymore, the girls I went out with had boring and unambitious personalities. I’ve also went to a metal show recently, and I can’t go up to a girl anymore and ask for her number because of how traumatized I am, and I remember the hurt I went through. Even through all of this, she never texted or contacted me once. All she did the next day was text me thank you about introducing her to a band. And then left me on delivered with my response. She messed me up bad, and I don’t know how to let go, heal more, and actually try to be happy again. I’m lost, and it makes me have anger towards her but also still have a lot of sorrow left. I need advice. I wish I was over her, but I can’t stop thinking about her.