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Hoping someone can help me, I had the post-war elections and my SocDem popularity was high, cooperation within the coalition was also 3/4, and Idealism was +2, but I got only one option for a leader and the SocDems were forced into being a junior partner in the coalition with the right-liberals, who before the war had 5% support
I didn’t create the unity government during the war and beat Russia after some initial territorial loses
Where did I go wrong?

I (18f) am a senior in high school. Because of covid I lost every friend I had from previous school years (like most people), I ended up doing online school the entirety of my freshman year. Sophomore year I had covid the first 3 weeks of school, so I was late to the friend making game. I ended up eventually making friends with this one kid in one of my class. Or friendship for sophomore year mainly consisted of us working on school assignments together, and eating lunch together. Junior year we had more of the same classes, around 3, one of which is band. We both play the same instrument and while I sucked at it because I started later than most and because of covid, he was no doubtedly the best at our school. I worked really hard into becoming a better player (remember this for later). Since we had more classes we ended up taking more. Whenever I said something that I didn't like I was told I was being sensitive. Whenever I said something regarding school he acted like I'm wrong. He's been a strait A student since the 6th grade, while I, although very good at school and very good grades, have not had a strait As since middle school, mostly due to go through trauma that severely impacted me. He started dating someone about half way though the year.
Senior year starts, I am not as "sensitive" as before, mostly because I just stopped showing that I cared for the most part. Me and him have 5 classes together. And this is where the problem starts.
I had heard a rumor where he tried to sexualy assault his girlfriend at the time (they broke up). I was livid, not at him, once I found out I called him, told him what I heard and that if she dared spread that rumor I would start a fight because that's not something to joke about. He acted calm and just said what he always said "the people who would believe that just aren't real friends, and it's not my problem". He says this is you say any criticism about him. I was so angry at her, until...
One of my friends took me aside and told me what they had heard. They heard that it did happen, and that he (the person who had the rumor about him) had talked about fingering her before. They told me that he had talked shit about me to his (ex)girlfriend, saying that he hated me. Which hurt a lot. I ended up asking her if he did, and because we had never really been on bad terms she said that all he ever really said about me was that I was bad at playing my instrument, but I know she was keeping things from me. Because he is the type of person to do that. From this moment I spotted letting him get away with everything.
Fast forward a couple months, I slowly stopped letting people just get what they want no matter what I want. In my music class my teacher gave us a stack of music to choose from, I had the stack in my hand and someone took it out of my hand and I chose last. Which made me upset but I didn't fight it. The next time we got to choose music I was looking though the stack and I said I would play vibraphone, then looked and it played 3 times and then said I would also play xylophone, which the friend that took me aside was not happy with, (probably should have named them, from this point onward the original guy a x, the friend that pulled me aside is y). Me and y ended up arguing and he ended up with the xylophone and bell part (which both played way more then the 3 notes I got to play). I wasn't happy and I was showing it, after class y started coming at me saying I was being ridiculous and that it was just music and was just talking down to me like I was stupid. I ended up yelling "I am done with the converstation" only after multiple minutes of being talked down to and talked over. People when over to him and asked him what he did which he did not like. A couple days later y text me saying he hated bad blood but it was clear pretty early on he didn't want to work though things he wanted to prove me wrong and say that I was being sensitive and dramatic (which I have been called multiple time since this insident), after this conversation this topic was dropped.
A couple weeks later a different friend (z) gave me a milk carton and called me a very derogatory term that I did not like, and because no one ever takes me seriously I said "I fucking dare you to say that again" which got the work out that I was being serious to most people at lunch, except x who just laugh and then when he looked at me asked "Wait really?", the next Day it was brought up and someone said that should apologize and he did, he then goes to get x and tells x, then x comes out of nowhere, starts talking down to me saying that z doesn't have to apologize and ignoring everyone else who is saying that if you hurt your friends feelings you should apologize. He starts digging into me specifically and I didn't even make him apologize. After several minutes I get so angry I throw my empty milk container at him, and then go to class. (Yes immature I know, but I throw things like pickles at people who are Annoying me, it's funny). After school I final tell him what I'm feeling, granted it though text because of my anxiety. I tell him that he was the asshole, that z dosnt need him fighting his battle, especially if there is no battle to be fought, I reiterated that if you hurt someone feelings, whether or not you think it's ridiculous you should apologize, I told him whether or not he thinks I'm being dramatic (which I have heard them muttering under there breaths) that i have a right to be dramatic. I told him he going to regret putting people on pedestals that don't deserve it. I told him I was tired of feeling like a last choice, and that be makes me feel like garbage. His response to this was "good for you". Which hurt because I thought he would actually take my feelings seriously. The next day I bring it up to y to see what he heard, (because x likes to gossip and spread things more than a girl when it comes to things I say) and he said that he heard that I freaked out after being called the derogatory term, and made z apologize. When trying to tell y my side of the story he said I was being ridiculous, that I wasn't going to make friends in my future if I got offended by being called that term. At some point he asked me who I expected him to believe, x and z or me, and whenever I said ask anyone else who was there his reasons was "of course there gonna take your side". He ends up getting angry that I'm getting upset by what he's saying and says that z hasn't been sitting with the group at lunch because of me, and that z dosnt even like me anymore and dosnt want to be friends. Which made me cry, I ended up walking away after that and cried so hard it gave me a migraine.
Since this event I spotted sitting with them at lunch and if I do sit with them I sit away from x y and z. I don't text them anymore, I block them on Instagram (which I only check once every blue moon). Z found out about this, and confronted me, I said I just needed a little bit of space and done extra privacy and his response was "well I guess I'll just never talk too you again" and then proceed to not say a word to me for a week. During this time x and y have been rolling there eyes and snickering at me.
For the last few weeks I have been getting compliments on how much I have improved on my instrument, like where my band director has yelled out in class telling me good job. It has made me really happy that they see me improving and I really needed someone not think I'm incompetent. Since this has started x has been stand off ish, been arguing with me more. Like I say I'm sad and he says "just don't be sad" or I say i have trouble running the mile because I have server asthma he say "just don't have asthma" and when I say that's not how it works he says I'm closed minded. He said that he has had trama and he's fine, and he doesn't understand that not everyone's perfect. He stared rolling his eyes more and stuff like that.
In my math class for the last unit we are put in group and then we will teach the class a part of the lesson, my group was the first to go up and we go up and x and one of his friends are laughing the whole time. I get in my head about it and loose all my confidence, and as I'm showing how to solve a problem I get my answer and say to the class "I'm sorry if this is wrong but this is what I got" I felt really embarrassed and I hear him say that's not what he got, and then they start laughing. Again he is a start A student and doesn't try. After a minute or two my teacher come up to me and tells me I'm right Which made me feel a little bit better. After me partner was done with her problem I go back up to show one more and I point out that the problem I wasn't sure on, that what I had gotten as an answer was correct.
Last incenident (sorry this is so long) Me x and y are in a group and we preform piece in out instruments (we all play the same) we have a couple events coming up, one of which we were practicing for and x was moving his drum up and down so I started to copy what I saw. My drum sits higher and most of x's body was blocked so I copied what I saw. When they see he they said I look ridiculous, and telling me I'm doing it wrong and I say I'm copying what I'm seeing, and this goes back and forth and y said "yup your right and everyone else is wrong", all I'm trying to do is defend myself that what I see may be something different then what he's doing. Another event is coming up where we preform this one song we spend 2 to 3 months on at out schools talent show, there are 6 of us in the group, 3 of us want to do it, one of us has the SAT and dosnet know when the SAT starts to he doesn't know yet but x and y have been complaining about it saying they don't want to do it because they think that No one will show up and that it will be lame. Auditions are tomorrow and they both say they are bust, granted y has a valid excuse, x hasn't said an excuse just said that he was busy even though he hadn't mention it in previous conversations about this subject and only said it at the last minute which made me said, that they aren't getting out of the talent show and that they can't always get what they want.
So AITA

I’m an ALT at the junior high school and occasionally elementary level.
Lately I’ve become really tired of my students using Google translate for words in English class and am looking for an alternative, ideally an online dictionary aimed at Japanese students learning English with as many of the following features as possible:

• Japanese user interface
• The word with common nouns uncapitalised
• A definition in Japanese
• The word class (noun, adjective, verb, etc)
• Multiple example sentences
• An indication as to whether the word is in common usage or archaic term
• Recording of pronunciation

Problems with Google Translate have caused lots of issues in my students’ writings.
These are some of the issues I’ve faced:
Google Translate always has unnecessary capitalisation when they type in a word on its own, because it treats the word like the start of a new sentence and automatically capitalises it. The problem is the students don’t question the all-knowing Google-sensei and just copy what it comes out with as is into their work.
Result: ‘I like Fried Chicken.’
It also doesn’t tell them the word class (noun, adjective, verb, etc) so they end up using it incorrectly in their sentences.
Result: ‘I like her brave.’ (Should be the noun ‘bravery’, not the adjective ‘brave’)
It also causes issues when they input a word that covers many meanings in one language but has separate dedicated words in the other language.
E.g. ‘足’ (ashi) means both ‘foot’ or ‘leg’ in Japanese so when they put 足 into Google Translate, Google will just choose ‘foot’ or ‘leg’ randomly.
This also happens with words in English that have multiple meanings for the same word depending on the context.
E.g. ‘trip’ can mean 旅行 (‘trip’ as in going somewhere for a holiday/vacation) or 躓く(‘trip’ as in trip over something and fall over).
This is why I’d like them to use something that has example sentences so it shows them many options and then they can figure out which one to choose.
When I studied languages back home at secondary school and university, our teachers didn’t allow us to use Google Translate. Instead, they pointed us towards better online dictionaries with the features I listed above. Some examples were SpanishDict for Spanish and Jisho.org for Japanese (I love Jisho.org but the UI is very much designed for English-speaking learners of Japanese rather than Japanese-speaking learners of English). I still use these two sites and would love to show my students a website that they can continue to use well into the future.
I hope someone can help me out. Thanks in advance :)

It wasn’t always bad. The first 4 years were pretty good. The occasional fight or spat, then we had our first kid and there was this weird subtle shift. Barely noticeable, but definitely there. I was dealing with being a new mom, fell into a pretty bad postpartum anxiety, to the point I had to quit my job because it had gotten so bad. He started coming home from work then sitting in the garage for hours or leaving the house at odd times. It took me 2 years to figure out that what he was doing in the garage was smoking meth. Leaving to buy meth and to meet up with other people because according to him I wasn’t satisfying him. But how was I to know that you can’t actually satisfy a meth addict, something about the high. I don’t know I’ve never done it.
Anyway, I forgave him and tried to help him with his addiction. Tried everything I could think of short of having him committed to a rehab facility involuntarily… which I don’t think I can do without a court order. I lasted 8 months doing this before I couldn’t do it anymore, but then I found out I was pregnant, weirdly I was on birth control…fun. I feel like I need to add here that although our second baby was a bit of a surprise she was very much a wanted baby… a baby I had planned to try for 4 months after I actually got pregnant and only if things had calmed down. Oh and I had also started working again 6 months prior.
Well things got worse, so much worse. 7 months into my pregnancy I found out that he had been having an affair with some girl 12 years his junior who he wanted to move into my house with our children and be in a relationship with this person and I was supposed to just accept it. On top of that I also figured out he was sleeping with multiple other people…While in a panic, I had a moment of clarity and I ran to my OB and had them run every possible STD test out there. And positive it came back. Thankfully it was bacterial, caught in time and my doctor was able to treat it and get rid of it with a round of antibiotics.
That was it for me. I ended it. 7 months pregnant with a toddler and single… super excited. I wish I could say things got better after that. But, as so often happens, things got worse. Now I was being threatened to be beat up by his girlfriend. I was so deeply depressed I was hardly eating anything. When the baby came (during the beginning of Covid lockdown, by the way), he slept while I labored, was visibly high while I gave birth and stayed exactly 1 hour after she was born and then took off and didn’t come back until it was time for us to go home. And only then he only came back because he had my car with the car seat and I begged him to come get us after he suggested my sister pick us up.
And yet, I was so embarrassed about the whole situation blaming myself entirely for all of it. After all I chose him. No one knew what was happening. No one knew of the cheating, the meth, that sweet little letter he wrote me to convince me to bring his girlfriend to live with us. His threats of suicide and self harm. Nothing. And then one night 2 years later I decided I needed to start dating and so I did… bad idea… it lasted 2 months before he hacked into my phone. My email, my everything and was watching my every move. I figured it out one night when my phone stopped working and I went to my provider to find out what was going on. They let me know someone had cloned my sim and had access to all my personal accounts… they showed me the number that had my sim… it was his phone… his excuse when I confronted him? “I had to know where my children were” mind you I had never lied to him or kept the kids from him, matter of fact I went out of my way to tell him where we were and how long we’d be. I moved out that night. I went to the house grabbed all essentials for the kids and myself and anything else I could possibly fit in my small SUV asked my parents if I could stay with them and never looked back.
Three months later I found a tracking device in my car. I now have a permanent restraining order against the guy and he’s worked himself out of having both physical and legal custody of the kids.
All that to say that in the 4 years since I left him, I’ve tried to date several times… and… I can’t seem to stay with it. I’m afraid of everything. I’m afraid of being hurt again. I’m afraid of someone hurting my children, not that they ever even meet them. I’m afraid of ending in the same place I am now. I’m afraid of putting that much effort into someone again. I don’t know how to make the fear disappear. I don’t know how to let anyone in again. I’ve tried therapy, I’ve tried just jumping into it and nothing. I end up running for the hills.
I’m not saying I need to be in a relationship, but it would be nice to not feel so afraid of it. So stuck in this bad place that I can’t open up to the even the possibility of it.

This is my first time posting so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense or I’m trauma dumping a lot also a couple trigger warnings, I’m not sure where to start off with. Me and my mom used to be pretty close I’d say up until I started high school. Middle of eighth grade I moved to a new city so I was back to trying to find some friends. I’ve been moving around since I could remember, I used to live in Germany where I moved twice, then moved to the US around the Silicon Valley, moved again, and again and again now we’re here. I wouldn’t be explaining this part of my life if I felt like it didn’t have any weight in this situation. Middle school I found a friend, me and her got pretty close, stuck through Covid together. My mom hated her and not even two years into our friendship my mom started accusing her of stealing from us, being a bad influence and overall just being trashy. Her parents were in the middle of getting a divorce and she had a lot of things going on in her life. I dyed my hair red during this time too while being friends with her, she probably was a huge influence on me but that’s also because it was covid and I was bored and who doesn’t start irrationally bleaching and coloring their hair at 14. I think my mom thought she was a bad influence on that part too because she's the one that first started off coloring her hair like purple and pink etc. My mom never of course said anything to my friend but she made sure I would hear of her disapproval concerning her bad influence in my life. I stopped being friends with her freshman year since my parents banned me from having her over or going to her house, I couldn’t drive neither could she and hanging out at each other's houses was pretty much what we did 80% of the time. I was so frustrated and felt trapped because the only friend I really cared about was someone I wasn’t allowed to associate with anymore. I told her I was done being friends with her over text and blamed it on me just being in a dark place and breaking it off. She was confused and called me a week later about something personal but I just dismissed it. Granted there were other things going on in our friendship but I felt terrible about it especially since her parents were going through that divorce and I just left during such a sensitive time. I hate to admit it but I felt so much better since I started making new friends quickly and started sitting with a new group the next day. Mostly guys and other two girls, it worked out fine for the next year. Junior year my grades started dropping so my parents got stricter, started taking my phone, looking through it, screen time etc. I felt like it was a huge invasion of privacy since my mom would look through my texts. Me and my mom also started arguing weekly about whatever it was but when I mean arguing I mean like full on yelling for two hours down in the living room with no stopping. I can’t do anything about it because whenever I say something remotely disproving her so called “facts'' since she always speaks with so much authority on subjects she wouldn’t even know about I’m the one that has to quiet down from my fathers perspective, and I know this will be mostly about my mom but me and my dad have always been close even when we’re fighting within a week we at least make it up. We play the same sports, have the same humor etc. I understand this might look like us disregarding my mom and I know she cares and loves me yet in certain circumstances she doesn’t show it so of course there’s going to be reasons as to why I’m closer with my dad than her. For example I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in 4th grade and of course I wouldn’t expect anyone to know that when you're low you need carbs or when your blood sugar is high you need insulin but my mom to this day still does not understand it. I wouldn’t care even if it’s my friend but as my mom you take so much authority over my life and who I can’t or can hangout with but you don’t know the basics of how I have to manage my life behind closed doors in the house that you and I live in every day. That might sound overdramatic but it’s just something I think about. Also growing up, I’m an only child by the way, I would always play by myself whenever we went on vacation for example to the beach etc. it was always my dad that came and played with me in the sand while at sharing his time with me and my mom so my mom wouldn’t gets upset over him leaving her to go play with me. Even now I notice how my mom would always make snarky comments regarding how my dad always treats me like a princess and cares too much over me. Anywho, since I know this is getting pretty long I’ll try to sum it up a bit more. I started liking one of the guys from that group, I would text him on a daily basis just about whatever. We were pretty awkward in person since I’ve never really talked to that many guys and I don’t think he really had much experience either so we stuck it to mostly phones, everyone else in the group also didn’t know. Once my mom went through my phone on one occasion that night, because she would collect it on some nights and read through my messages in bed she saw one message from that guy calling my mom bipolar and me responding with something like it’s fine like I still love her she freaked out. She told me to never talk to him again and that I’m a brat for talking about my family issues outside of the family etc. I honestly had nobody to talk to. The other two girls in the group didn’t really talk to me at this time, I later became really close with one of them though more on that later and I had no other friends in that town so it was really only him. He had a plethora of family issues that I couldn’t even imagine so I felt like he understood where I was coming from at times better than other kids with American parents. Not sure I mentioned but my parents were both born in Eastern Europe and grew up during heavy communism so that definitely affected them and their parenting style. Anywho, my mom sent me a paragraph to show to him, basically telling him to never talk to me again and that he has to apologize to her etc. After a couple months I think he took me out on a date. I'm not sure what to make of it since it was pretty casual. We just got ice cream. I told my parents that he was only picking me up so we could meet with the rest of the group when of course we’re not. The rest of the guys saw us downtown and found out about it. That kinda really sucked since I’m pretty sure one of them liked me so he got really mad and it kind of ruined the group dynamic. The guy I liked stopped talking to me a couple months in since I couldn’t really do much or go anywhere and dating as a result would be hard so he stopped really talking to me it was pretty off and on since I would get mad stop texting him and then he would try to get back texting at me and once I showed him I cared he’d stop. I was so mad at him and the situation that I refrained myself from talking to him, two weeks later he killed himself. I found out because one of the guys from the group faced me and told me. I went downstairs and started crying and formed the sentences explaining it the best I could, pushing a couple words out at a time. In that very moment I felt so hurt and vulnerable by what just happened my mom responded by just looking at me and saying that he had it coming for him since he probably vaped and drank. My dad ran downstairs since he probably heard me crying and the first thing he did without asking me any questions was hug me. For the first time ever he told my mom to shut up since her trying to ask me questions about how he died just made me sob harder. Over the next week my mom was pretty lenient about letting me go out. The next week she started asking what happened to him. Me and my mom were not close at all anymore at this time. You see mothers and daughters talking about guys or what dress they’re gonna wear to the prom etc in the movies. Me and my mom are not like that. On top of that I was overwhelmed with what happened and as someone does overthinking how things could have played out differently. Anyway I refused to tell her anything saying I was too uncomfortable and over the course of the next couple months of senior year she would get progressively mad and irritated at me to the point of arguing and yelling at me for not trusting her and telling her how he killed himself. I to this day told her nothing but she stopped asking. I don’t know how my dad feeds into this since he’s always so Switzerland about everything when I know I’m right in an argument between me and my mom, however when my mom has leverage he takes her side. Anyway, the beginning of senior year was rough. I hated being in that house and really started seriously considering the only options I felt like I had at the time. I started becoming closer to that one girl from the group earlier, spoiler alert my mom strongly dislikes her now too since she’s a liar and since she’s close with her mom but not her dad that means her parents are having marital issues and therefore her mom is a cheater etc. I don’t understand how she goes from one topic to another and sorts these things into her head. She’s my only friend that I’m really close with and I have been for the past these almost two so hearing this is very disheartening since I’m sending off senior year and I can’t do this again being so close to the end of the year. I forgot to mention but during homecoming I drank for the first time and I had one of my guy friends with his girlfriend and that friend that I’m not friends with drop me off. When he dropped me off he didn’t wave to my mom so she now thinks he’s a bastard in her words and disgusting and she deserves and apology for all the times he’s been over to my house etc. which I honestly think is insane because how do you always have so many issues over my friends and why are you so obsessed with 16 year olds, like you really have beef with high school kids as a 50 year old. Anyway the reason I bring that up is because I invited him over a couple weeks ago for some drills to help one of my other friends with mma since me and him used to wrestle and my mom got mad despite him not being there for me but for my other friends benefit. I’m not sure if this makes any sense. I'm trying to explain the issue best I can without saying too much. Anyway my friend, the one that I’m friends with now, the girl and that guy from the group that didn’t wave at my mom are both Latin so my mom started calling them cheaters and dirty etc when they had nothing to do with anything. This argument spiraled over me asking my mom if I can have a sleepover with those friends since we want to bring a new series on Netflix. Also during prom I asked my parents for 10 dollars since I already had twenty in my account and I wanted to buy hair stuff for prom. They gave me the 10 and I said how I was going to catch a ride with friend A so that when friend A picked me up but friend B that I did not mention in the plan picked me up my parents started calling and texting me. To give some background friend B has been close with me since freshman year, probably the only friend my mom has liked and also the only white friend I have not sure if that has anything do with it but there’s that. She’s really sweet and has been invited over multiple times to my house by my parents, they do really like her. Anywho yet since I didn’t mention that friend B was driving the car since my parents didn’t recognize the new car and knew it wasn’t friend A driving yet assumed it was indeed friend B but since I didn’t mention that they took all the money I had in my account which was only 30 dollars but it was what I needed to get my nails and hair gloss and hair spray for prom, I just started breaking down in the middle of target. I was so excited to get my stick on nails etc since I couldn’t afford to get the acrylics since I was paying for all my prom stuff for the most part. By the way I know that the 10 dollars was initially there so I understand taking away that but the other 20 I made selling my clothes on mercari and I had nothing else like no other cash nothing that was the money I worked on to get my prom stuff. It was mostly my dad actually that got mad at this point taking my money etc and than following a got a text from my mom saying I got what I was coming for by acting the way I have been. There were 3 others with me while I was at target so having three of my friends see me breakdown from me only having 14 cents left in my account was so humiliating. I ended up looking great at prom neither less so don’t even worry about that, my hair looked great and I found some old stick-ons in my laundry room and painted them white lol a couple of them popped off during prom but whatever. This has been really long and thanks to whoever spent their time reading through all of this I’m sorry if the read is a bit of a struggle but I just don’t know what to think or do of this situation. Keep in mind I’m 18 now, never have had a boyfriend, never have do anything, kissed, even held hands romantically etc. it’s one thing you know to not care about any of that but the thing is I do and I want to experience being a teenager and going out and going on dates and not worry about my mom flipping out on one of my friends. While we were in Italy one of the tour guys told her to move on the bus to make more room for others and she started cussing him out telling him to f himself etc for telling her a paying customer where to sit. Everyone started staring at us. I did not want to be there. I just kept my head down the entire time and didn’t really talk to my mom out of embarrassment for the next two days. Also after that prom incident I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere after as a result of go to friend B's birthday bash the next day so my mom texted her without my knowledge and told her not to tell me about how I’ve been acting up and one day I’ll learn when I’m her age but it will be too late and that I don’t know what I’m doing and finishing off my apologizing on my part for my behavior and I’m the reason why I can’t go to her party. Which I find so infuriating because one of the main reasons why I don’t tell my mom anything about my personal life is because I simply don’t want her to have that control of knowing what my life is like, I probably tell the teacher I TA for more than my own biological mother. The fact that she preached family issues in the family so heavily and that you should never talk about issues to others yet goes behind my back and tells my friend that my indecent behavior is the reason why I can’t go is so beyond me because where did your ideals go that you preached so heavily about. Every time I’m around my mom especially when she has her flares of anger I just start shaking like you know when you drink something with a lot of caffeine in the morning and you don’t eat anything so mid way through the day you just start getting jittery and anxious, kind of like that. Ok I think I’m done anyway thank you for tuning in cause I really have to start studying for human geo, thanks for reading up until here 🙂.

It wasn’t always bad. The first 4 years were pretty good. The occasional fight or spat, then we had our first kid and there was this weird subtle shift. Barely noticeable, but definitely there. I was dealing with being a new mom, fell into a pretty bad postpartum anxiety, to the point I had to quit my job because it had gotten so bad. He started coming home from work then sitting in the garage for hours or leaving the house at odd times. It took me 2 years to figure out that what he was doing in the garage was smoking meth. Leaving to buy meth and to meet up with other people because according to him I wasn’t satisfying him. But how was I to know that you can’t actually satisfy a meth addict, something about the high. I don’t know I’ve never done it.
Anyway, I forgave him and tried to help him with his addiction. Tried everything I could think of short of having him committed to a rehab facility involuntarily… which I don’t think I can do without a court order. I lasted 8 months doing this before I couldn’t do it anymore, but then I found out I was pregnant, weirdly I was on birth control…fun. I feel like I need to add here that although our second baby was a bit of a surprise she was very much a wanted baby… a baby I had planned to try for 4 months after I actually got pregnant and only if things had calmed down. Oh and I had also started working again 6 months prior.
Well things got worse, so much worse. 7 months into my pregnancy I found out that he had been having an affair with some girl 12 years his junior who he wanted to move into my house with our children and be in a relationship with this person and I was supposed to just accept it. On top of that I also figured out he was sleeping with multiple other people…While in a panic, I had a moment of clarity and I ran to my OB and had them run every possible STD test out there. And positive it came back. Thankfully it was bacterial, caught in time and my doctor was able to treat it and get rid of it with a round of antibiotics.
That was it for me. I ended it. 7 months pregnant with a toddler and single… super excited. I wish I could say things got better after that. But, as so often happens, things got worse. Now I was being threatened to be beat up by his girlfriend. I was so deeply depressed I was hardly eating anything. When the baby came (during the beginning of Covid lockdown, by the way), he slept while I labored, was visibly high while I gave birth and stayed exactly 1 hour after she was born and then took off and didn’t come back until it was time for us to go home. And only then he only came back because he had my car with the car seat and I begged him to come get us after he suggested my sister pick us up.
And yet, I was so embarrassed about the whole situation blaming myself entirely for all of it. After all I chose him. No one knew what was happening. No one knew of the cheating, the meth, that sweet little letter he wrote me to convince me to bring his girlfriend to live with us. His threats of suicide and self harm. Nothing. And then one night 2 years later I decided I needed to start dating and so I did… bad idea… it lasted 2 months before he hacked into my phone. My email, my everything and was watching my every move. I figured it out one night when my phone stopped working and I went to my provider to find out what was going on. They let me know someone had cloned my sim and had access to all my personal accounts… they showed me the number that had my sim… it was his phone… his excuse when I confronted him? “I had to know where my children were” mind you I had never lied to him or kept the kids from him, matter of fact I went out of my way to tell him where we were and how long we’d be. I moved out that night. I went to the house grabbed all essentials for the kids and myself and anything else I could possibly fit in my small SUV asked my parents if I could stay with them and never looked back.
Three months later I found a tracking device in my car. I now have a permanent restraining order against the guy and he’s worked himself out of having both physical and legal custody of the kids.
All that to say that in the 4 years since I left him, I’ve tried to date several times… and… I can’t seem to stay with it. I’m afraid of everything. I’m afraid of being hurt again. I’m afraid of someone hurting my children, not that they ever even meet them. I’m afraid of ending in the same place I am now. I’m afraid of putting that much effort into someone again. I don’t know how to make the fear disappear. I don’t know how to let anyone in again. I’ve tried therapy, I’ve tried just jumping into it and nothing. I end up running for the hills.
I’m not saying I need to be in a relationship, but it would be nice to not feel so afraid of it. So stuck in this bad place that I can’t open up to the even the possibility of it.

It wasn’t always bad. The first 4 years were pretty good. The occasional fight or spat, then we had our first kid and there was this weird subtle shift. Barely noticeable, but definitely there. I was dealing with being a new mom, fell into a pretty bad postpartum anxiety, to the point I had to quit my job because it had gotten so bad. He started coming home from work then sitting in the garage for hours or leaving the house at odd times. It took me 2 years to figure out that what he was doing in the garage was smoking meth. Leaving to buy meth and to meet up with other people because according to him I wasn’t satisfying him. But how was I to know that you can’t actually satisfy a meth addict, something about the high. I don’t know I’ve never done it.
Anyway, I forgave him and tried to help him with his addiction. Tried everything I could think of short of having him committed to a rehab facility involuntarily… which I don’t think I can do without a court order. I lasted 8 months doing this before I couldn’t do it anymore, but then I found out I was pregnant, weirdly I was on birth control…fun. I feel like I need to add here that although our second baby was a bit of a surprise she was very much a wanted baby… a baby I had planned to try for 4 months after I actually got pregnant and only if things had calmed down. Oh and I had also started working again 6 months prior.
Well things got worse, so much worse. 7 months into my pregnancy I found out that he had been having an affair with some girl 12 years his junior who he wanted to move into my house with our children and be in a relationship with this person and I was supposed to just accept it. On top of that I also figured out he was sleeping with multiple other people…While in a panic, I had a moment of clarity and I ran to my OB and had them run every possible STD test out there. And positive it came back. Thankfully it was bacterial, caught in time and my doctor was able to treat it and get rid of it with a round of antibiotics.
That was it for me. I ended it. 7 months pregnant with a toddler and single… super excited. I wish I could say things got better after that. But, as so often happens, things got worse. Now I was being threatened to be beat up by his girlfriend. I was so deeply depressed I was hardly eating anything. When the baby came (during the beginning of Covid lockdown, by the way), he slept while I labored, was visibly high while I gave birth and stayed exactly 1 hour after she was born and then took off and didn’t come back until it was time for us to go home. And only then he only came back because he had my car with the car seat and I begged him to come get us after he suggested my sister pick us up.
And yet, I was so embarrassed about the whole situation blaming myself entirely for all of it. After all I chose him. No one knew what was happening. No one knew of the cheating, the meth, that sweet little letter he wrote me to convince me to bring his girlfriend to live with us. His threats of suicide and self harm. Nothing. And then one night 2 years later I decided I needed to start dating and so I did… bad idea… it lasted 2 months before he hacked into my phone. My email, my everything and was watching my every move. I figured it out one night when my phone stopped working and I went to my provider to find out what was going on. They let me know someone had cloned my sim and had access to all my personal accounts… they showed me the number that had my sim… it was his phone… his excuse when I confronted him? “I had to know where my children were” mind you I had never lied to him or kept the kids from him, matter of fact I went out of my way to tell him where we were and how long we’d be. I moved out that night. I went to the house grabbed all essentials for the kids and myself and anything else I could possibly fit in my small SUV asked my parents if I could stay with them and never looked back.
Three months later I found a tracking device in my car. I now have a permanent restraining order against the guy and he’s worked himself out of having both physical and legal custody of the kids.
All that to say that in the 4 years since I left him, I’ve tried to date several times… and… I can’t seem to stay with it. I’m afraid of everything. I’m afraid of being hurt again. I’m afraid of someone hurting my children, not that they ever even meet them. I’m afraid of ending in the same place I am now. I’m afraid of putting that much effort into someone again. I don’t know how to make the fear disappear. I don’t know how to let anyone in again. I’ve tried therapy, I’ve tried just jumping into it and nothing. I end up running for the hills.
I’m not saying I need to be in a relationship, but it would be nice to not feel so afraid of it. So stuck in this bad place that I can’t open up to the even the possibility of it.

2023 grad here. Got hired into a startup as a Data scientist. The startup was just starting out on it's AI department and the department itself is small with less than 10 developers including me(The senior folks in the department are all experienced and are from high positions from Maang MNCs). All the 10 months I have been working on Gen AI, ML, computer vision, front end and back-end. Most of the POCs I have worked on have been hosted in demo environments to demo them in client meetings. Worked on 4 POCs till now, these didn't generate any revenue and have been sitting in demo environments. Is this normal scenario or a red flag ? Would it affect my shift to another company? Been thinking of shifting to another company due to work pressure and don't want to continue in AI field and shift to SDE. Any guidance to this junior and need some views of experienced folks in the community on this.

To keep it brief, I have a 2.3 GPA in high school as a junior. I'm not slow or dumb or anything, my teachers describe me as very intelligent, I've just never been one to put 110% into my schoolwork (obviously). I was/am considering pursuing law or finance but I'm not sure how that'd be possible for me at this point. My ACT was also abysmal at a 21, however every score was in the high teens to mid twenties besides writing, which was a 7. I do plan to retake it though. Again, any advice is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Brag about yourself or talk to me about your hardships. I just want to listen in on your life choices and the successes or failures you’ve encountered. Do you see yourself as prepared for life once you’re out of high school? Do you know what you want to do?…and does your brag sheet look spectacular? or just mediocre. Are you letting standardized tests define you? Have you started writing your essays? Do you have a college list?
Let me know! You can trauma dump or just talk about how great you are, there is no wrong answer.

This isn’t something I feel particularly bad about. We paid hundreds of thousands for a college education, so fuck it. At this point, it’s honestly just funny. This will be a long post, but read it if you like. It’s a great story.
It all started one fateful evening, in October of 2017. My friends and I liked to smoke weed, ALOT. We’d drive around campus, hitting blunts and ripping the bong for hours on end. Our minds wandered with this free time, until we inevitably came up with a scheme: “what if, just maybe, there was a way to get free food anytime we wanted over the course of our remaining college career?” There were no cameras at our small college, and we were hungry, morally-tenuous potheads.
So, we set our sites on the small burger joint in the basement of our cafeteria building. We scoped it out, lurking in the shadows, scouring for a chink in the buildings armor. As luck would have it, we found an unlocked window on the first story. One of our smaller friends would climb up to the window, infiltrate the building, and open the back door for the rest of us. Inside, we encountered a second problem: the entrance to the restaurant was closed off with one of those retractable metal fences, the kind you would see in malls, pulled shut at night to keep out intruders. However, we found that if one man pulled it up, our smaller friend could slide underneath and open the service door in the back.
It was perfect. Inside, we found a cornucopia of snacks, energy drinks, and frozen food; it was a stoners paradise. We began to take our backpacks and meticulously select the correct amount of items, just enough to satiate our lust, but not enough to arose suspicion. Ironically, we broke in every weekend of our junior year, they never even locked the window.
Apparently, we took too much. After the summer of our junior year, we noticed that campus security installed cameras in the cafeteria building. It was a minor deterrent, nothing a few balaclavas couldn’t solve; and so the cycle continued.
Because of the cameras, they noticed the window entrance we had relied on for so long. One unfortunate Saturday night, the window was locked. In our drunken rage, i went to the back door and pulled as hard as I possibly could, over and over again. As luck would have it, the door sprung open. This became our new infiltration point, and we grew even more bold. I don’t remember the first time we decided to cook food, but it was a glorious night. We fired up the grills and fryers. We cooked triple cheeseburgers, onion rings, French fries, and anything else we could find in the freezer. We were collegiate athletes and potheads, so our appetite was insatiable. It was fantastic.
Until one night, our luck would run out. It was like any other night. We yanked open the back door and began to pull up the metal fence, when a terrible sound rang out behind us, a sound that sent shivers down my spine: the back door opened. We swiveled around, and were met with an overweight, middle-aged white woman in uniform. It was campus security. She shined her flashlight in our faces, obviously pleased that she would be the one to catch the notorious thieves. Luckily, we had our balaclavas on. I think she said something like, “you need to show me your campus ID’s right now.” I don’t really remember, as I was high as shit. We said nothing, standing there, weighing our options until one of my friends straight-up bolted. We all followed, sprinting out the back door and into the night. A chase ensued. She entered and followed us in her campus security car, shining her flashlight into the shadows, trying to find us; but to no avail. We were wearing black and hiding in bushes off-campus. At one point, we saw police sirens bouncing off the walls of the student union (it was a small campus); she was talking to the police. We took that opportunity to creep back to our dorm rooms.
We never broke in again, the jig was up. We kept our heads down and went back to our routines. They never did catch us. Classes went well, and we all graduated. I couldn’t help but smile as the dean handed me my degree, because I finally knew: we had actually gotten away with it.

I am currently a high school Junior looking to go to college at Kent State to eventually become a pilot. After looking at some previous questions here on Reddit, I am a little confused as to why I shouldn’t get a degree in professional piloting/aviation. I’ve seen a lot of people say that you should get a degree in something you really enjoy doing, whether or not it has anything to do with airplanes, just incase a pilot career doesn’t work out. However, wouldn’t it look better to have an aviation degree when applying for a job around that very subject? Couldn’t I just get a minor degree in a backup subject? Maybe I’m just confused with the way college works. Thanks!!

Hi all!
I'm graduating in June with BA in Biochemistry and I'm planning to work in a research lab for 1-2 years. I'm currently an undergrad assistant in a school lab for about a year now, and I applied to our junior specialist position. My lab manager just told me that they would offer me the position if I'm certain I can commit. I was looking for other labs and opportunities and applied to a few but haven't heard back yet, and I'm not sure if I can get any offer.
I'm really torn on this because I'm doing fine in my current lab and I don't want to just pass on this offer, but I also want to try and explore new research and see what I'm truly interested in. I feel like I'm always a bit lost on this since I haven't found a focus I'm truly passionate and really want to do research on, and I know that figuring this out is very important, so I'd really like more opportunities for me to explore that.
Another thing is that I'm planning on applying for bio PhD programs next year, and I've seen people saying they are highly competitive. I think from what I've read online, my GPA isn't going to give me much advantage, so I really want to get good rec letters and do my best to build a strong personal statement to compensate. I worked in another lab before the current one, so I'm wondering if I should try to get three different lab experience and PIs as my rec letter writers, and would that be beneficial for me? I know for sure some of the programs directly specify that they want at least two rec letters from PIs.
Right now I just can't decide if I should stay in my current or wait and look for new opportunities? I'm a bit scared that if I refuse my current lab's offer and I couldn't get another one or couldn't get into a good lab afterwards would hinder everything. Any advice is appreciated!
Thank you!

Hey y'all!
I'm a high school student in the US going into junior year. One of my big goals for this coming year is qualifying for aime (usamo, even!!). I just took Calc BC, so i have an ok base in math, and I'll be taking linear algebra next year. I'm fine with bashing, and honestly I just want to do well on these. Do y'all have any tips for studying for these? I probably have 2 or so hours i can work in each day until the tests. For reference, If i had answered one less question wrong this year, I would have qualified for aime, so I'm not super duper far off hopefully. Bonus if you have stochastic calculus/number theorytextbook recs!

I'm 33. I have an English degree which I find myself regretting more and more, but that doesn't mean my work history is terrible. I have over 4+ years of cumulative work experience as an office admin assistant. The last 2+ years were more focused in data entry as a research assistant, but the duties haven't really diverged that much from administrative assistant ones.
On top of that I have 3.5 years of experience as an assistant English teacher in Japan at a junior high school. I am JLPT N2 certified in Japanese. While I don't hate my current job stateside, making $45k/yr is not sustainable in a location where rent for a studio is on average $1400/mo and you need a car.
I've thought real hard about saying fuck it and going back to Japan. But I'm in my thirties now and I'm tired as shit of starting over. I should be mid-career by now. So my thought process is I start looking at executive admin assistant positions. I have all the skills and experience required. But most jobs want SPECIFIC experience.
Pisses me off beyond no end. They want 5+ years of experience doing "executive corporate scheduling." Look dudes, I've managed schedules. I've been admin assistant for business managers, IT directors, and customer support managers in one fucking role. I support research coordinators, the site director, and operations manager at my current one.
So why is it SO FUCKING HARD TO FIND ANYTHING? I'm not even asking for $80k/yr or some shit. Give me something that doesn't feel like I break the goddamn bank every time I go to the doctor's office.
I'm fucking tired dudes. I want to be content, but if I laid down in the bed I've made now it'd feel like one made of shit and piss.
FUCK!

This isn’t something I feel particularly bad about. We paid hundreds of thousands for a college education, so fuck it. At this point, it’s honestly just funny. This will be a long post, but read it if you like. It’s a great story.
It all started one fateful evening, in October of 2017. My friends and I liked to smoke weed, ALOT. We’d drive around campus, hitting blunts and ripping the bong for hours on end. Our minds wandered with this free time, until we inevitably came up with a scheme: “what if, just maybe, there was a way to get free food anytime we wanted over the course of our remaining college career?” There were no cameras at our small college, and we were hungry, morally-tenuous potheads.
So, we set our sites on the small burger joint in the basement of our cafeteria building. We scoped it out, lurking in the shadows, scouring for a chink in the buildings armor. As luck would have it, we found an unlocked window on the first story. One of our smaller friends would climb up to the window, infiltrate the building, and open the back door for the rest of us. Inside, we encountered a second problem: the entrance to the restaurant was closed off with one of those retractable metal fences, the kind you would see in malls, pulled shut at night to keep out intruders. However, we found that if one man pulled up it up, our smaller friend could slide underneath and open the service door in the back.
It was perfect. Inside, we found a cornucopia of snacks, energy drinks, and frozen food; it was a stoners paradise. We began to take our backpacks and meticulously select the correct amount of items, just enough to satiate our lust, but not enough to arose suspicion. Ironically, we broke in every weekend of our junior year, they never even locked the window.
Apparently, we took too much. After the summer of our junior year, we noticed that campus security installed cameras in the cafeteria building. It was a minor deterrent, nothing a few balaclavas couldn’t solve; and so the cycle continued.
Because of the cameras, they noticed the window entrance we had relied on for so long. One unfortunate Saturday night, the window was locked. In our drunken rage, i went to the back door and pulled as hard as I possibly could, over and over again. As luck would have it, the door sprung open. This became our new infiltration point, and we grew even more bold. I don’t remember the first time we decided to cook food, but it was a glorious night. We fired up the grills and fryers. We cooked triple cheeseburgers, onion rings, French fries, and anything else we could find in the freezer. We were collegiate athletes and potheads, so our appetite was insatiable. It was fantastic.
Until one night, our luck would run out. It was like any other night. We yanked open the back door and began to pull up the metal fence, when a terrible sound rang out behind us, a sound that sent shivers down my spine: the back door opened. We swiveled around, and were met with an overweight, middle-aged white woman in uniform. It was campus security. She shined her flashlight in our faces, obviously pleased that she would be the one to catch the notorious thieves. Luckily, we had our balaclavas on. I think she said something like, “you need to show me your campus ID’s right now.” I don’t really remember, as I was high as shit. We said nothing, standing there, weighing our options until one of my friends straight-up bolted. We all followed, sprinting out the back door and into the night. A chase ensued. She entered and followed us in her campus security car, shining her flashlight into the shadows, trying to find us; but to no avail. We were wearing black and hiding in bushes off-campus. At one point, we saw police sirens bouncing off the walls of the student union (it was a small campus); she was talking to the police. We took that opportunity to creep back to our dorm rooms.
We never broke in again, the jig was up. We kept our heads down and went back to our routines. They never did catch us. Classes went well, and we all graduated. I couldn’t help but smile as the dean handed me my degree, because I finally knew: we had actually gotten away with it.

I’m about to become a junior in high school and don’t have any idea of what i want to be, i never did. maybe it’s too early to be worried about that? i already have a job as a cashier but i don’t see this as something i’m gonna be staying at for a long time. i don’t have any “passions” except for photography but even then i’m not confident in a career with that, i love cars as well but i don’t want to go to a trade school just to end up at auto zone or something like that. what should i do? keep looking? or should i just calm down and wait?

I'm an 18 F, and I'm graduating high school. In my school, students have admins based on the first letter of our last names. I and some other students have never liked my admin. Throughout my junior and senior years, I was a part of the sciences Olympia, and I love it. Science Olympia is where each school has a team and compete against different schools in different events. Like code busting, scrambler, bridge, tower, and more. The teams with enough points/ 1, 2, and 3 places went to State. Last year, we went to State, and we were hoping to go to State this year. A week before we were going to regionals, I had a terrible flu and couldn't go to school for a week. And I had already gotten off the D and F list. (The D and F list is when you have a certain amount of D's and 2 F's and you can'tdo any school events until you grt your grades up.) Well I have gotten one of my F's up and was feeling a bit better on Friday and went to school excited to go to regions on Saturday. After school, when I was home I had gotten a call from my science teacher who helped run the science Olympia at my school to help tell me that I was on the D and F list again. Confused, I looked at my grades online, and I had gotten an F in this one class for mainly not being there. I couldn't help it since I was sick at home with the FLU! My science teacher told my admin about that, but she didn’t allow me to go on Saturday because I'm on the list I can't go even though my scince teacher was vouching for me saying that i was sick with the FLU. In the class I'm failing, the teacher for the class I'm in is failing me and putting in zeros for the assignments that I had missed for being sick with the FLU. Well, I couldn't go and I was devastated because i was looking forward on doing it and studyed a lot. Me and my mom and I had talked with the principal and agreed that what my admin did wasn't right. Present time my admin is still the same as she was even though she allows people being bullied and being a bitch to me and other people. I'm thinking of not shaking her hand as I walk the stage during graduation. What would you guys think? Would I be the Asshole for doing that?

Hi all, I am a SWE with 10 YOE. More background about me: Generally a low profile person. I get things done. I working very independently and bosses/stakeholders/teammates I work with like to work with me. I always share useful code and mentor the junior members.
Recently I joined a Global US bank that has been restructuring (you probably know which one). I was hired as a senior individual contributor based in Singapore. My entire team is based in US/Mexico. My boss is in US too. Based on the interviews and job description, I was hired to support the global technology function with close proximity to Singapore should the need to support Asia arises. I enjoyed working with my boss and my teammates are generally nice although I only see them for 3-4 hours every week due to timezone difference. I enjoyed solving difficult problems and I'm ok with the red tapes associated with getting those things approved since it's a bank.
In the past 6 months, here are the changes:

• Instead of 1 boss, now I have 3 bosses. Boss A was my original boss and he gives me my usual Book of Work. Boss B is my "actual" boss in the chain but he's just helping me with administrative stuff like leave approvals. Boss C is a MD based in Singapore. I dotted-line report to her as well.
• Pressure from Boss C. She didn't interview me. She was recently demoted down into her current role. During my first introduction with her, she spoke about a couple of heavy things that I am hearing for the first time.
  • She wants me to be the "guiding light" to help uplift the department that she is heading.
  • She wants to promote me even thought she has never met me.
  • She wants me to set up infrastructures in Singapore. She will support me in terms of sponsorship and using her seniority. For the rest, I'm on my own. (To clarify, we do have a lot of infrastructure set up for global usage. But she wants her department in Singapore to become a satellite for the region.
  • I have to attend the senior leadership meeting and share updates with no teammates backing. Boss A sits in US so he can't attend. I have to set up working group on my own to lead these new efforts.
• I work 50-55 hours per week due to the timezone difference. On 2-3 out of 5 weekdays, I work from 10am to 12 midnight. I don't eat dinner with my wife as often as before due to meetings. I have very low energy. Low libido.

I never asked for any of these. As I said, I'm a low key person and I hate being high profile. I'm happy being a senior IC. I have no aspirations to be promoted to senior management. I am struggling so hard internally because deep down, I know that I can do all of the above if I tried very very hard but I don't really want to. I want to give up and quit but I feel like a weakling for thinking of giving up.
I'm just hoping that someone here can knock some sense into me. To give me some advice on what I should do.

Hi all, I am a SWE with 10 YOE. More background about me: Generally a low profile person. I get things done. I working very independently and bosses/stakeholders/teammates I work with like to work with me. I always share useful code and mentor the junior members.
Recently I joined a Global US bank that has been restructuring (you probably know which one). I was hired as a senior individual contributor based in Singapore. My entire team is based in US/Mexico. My boss is in US too. Based on the interviews and job description, I was hired to support the global technology function with close proximity to Singapore should the need to support Asia arises. I enjoyed working with my boss and my teammates are generally nice although I only see them for 3-4 hours every week due to timezone difference. I enjoyed solving difficult problems and I'm ok with the red tapes associated with getting those things approved since it's a bank.
In the past 6 months, here are the changes:

• Instead of 1 boss, now I have 3 bosses. Boss A was my original boss and he gives me my usual Book of Work. Boss B is my "actual" boss in the chain but he's just helping me with administrative stuff like leave approvals. Boss C is a MD based in Singapore. I dotted-line report to her as well.
• Pressure from Boss C. She didn't interview me. She was recently demoted down into her current role. During my first introduction with her, she spoke about a couple of heavy things that I am hearing for the first time.
  • She wants me to be the "guiding light" to help uplift the department that she is heading.
  • She wants to promote me even thought she has never met me.
  • She wants me to set up infrastructures in Singapore. She will support me in terms of sponsorship and using her seniority. For the rest, I'm on my own. (To clarify, we do have a lot of infrastructure set up for global usage. But she wants her department in Singapore to become a satellite for the region.
  • I have to attend the senior leadership meeting and share updates with no teammates backing. Boss A sits in US so he can't attend. I have to set up working group on my own to lead these new efforts.
• I work 50-55 hours per week due to the timezone difference. On 2-3 out of 5 weekdays, I work from 10am to 12 midnight. I don't eat dinner with my wife as often as before due to meetings. I have very low energy. Low libido.

I never asked for any of these. As I said, I'm a low key person and I hate being high profile. I'm happy being a senior IC. I have no aspirations to be promoted to senior management. I am struggling so hard internally because deep down, I know that I can do all of the above if I tried very very hard but I don't really want to. I want to give up and quit but I feel like a weakling for thinking of giving up.
I'm just hoping that someone here can knock some sense into me. To give me some advice on what I should do.

Hi all, I am a SWE with 10 YOE. More background about me: Generally a low profile person. I get things done. I working very independently and bosses/stakeholders/teammates I work with like to work with me. I always share useful code and mentor the junior members.
Recently I joined a Global US bank that has been restructuring (you probably know which one). I was hired as a senior individual contributor based in Singapore. My entire team is based in US/Mexico. My boss is in US too. Based on the interviews and job description, I was hired to support the global technology function with close proximity to Singapore should the need to support Asia arises. I enjoyed working with my boss and my teammates are generally nice although I only see them for 3-4 hours every week due to timezone difference. I enjoyed solving difficult problems and I'm ok with the red tapes associated with getting those things approved since it's a bank.
In the past 6 months, here are the changes:

• Instead of 1 boss, now I have 3 bosses. Boss A was my original boss and he gives me my usual Book of Work. Boss B is my "actual" boss in the chain but he's just helping me with administrative stuff like leave approvals. Boss C is a MD based in Singapore. I dotted-line report to her as well.
• Pressure from Boss C. She didn't interview me. She was recently demoted down into her current role. During my first introduction with her, she spoke about a couple of heavy things that I am hearing for the first time.
  • She wants me to be the "guiding light" to help uplift the department that she is heading.
  • She wants to promote me even thought she has never met me.
  • She wants me to set up infrastructures in Singapore. She will support me in terms of sponsorship and using her seniority. For the rest, I'm on my own. (To clarify, we do have a lot of infrastructure set up for global usage. But she wants her department in Singapore to become a satellite for the region.
  • I have to attend the senior leadership meeting and share updates with no teammates backing. Boss A sits in US so he can't attend. I have to set up working group on my own to lead these new efforts.
• I work 50-55 hours per week due to the timezone difference. On 2-3 out of 5 weekdays, I work from 10am to 12 midnight. I don't eat dinner with my wife as often as before due to meetings. I have very low energy. Low libido.

I never asked for any of these. As I said, I'm a low key person and I hate being high profile. I'm happy being a senior IC. I have no aspirations to be promoted to senior management. I am struggling so hard internally because deep down, I know that I can do all of the above if I tried very very hard but I don't really want to. I want to give up and quit but I feel like a weakling for thinking of giving up.
I'm just hoping that someone here can knock some sense into me. To give me some advice on what I should do.