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recently i remembered an event from my younger years, my mother was friends with a woman who she would leave me with whenever she needed to go soemwhere, the woman had a daughter about two years older than me. (i was seven she would be nine) and her father was an alcoholic. the girl constantly did things that i didn't like such as cutting my hair or coloring my face with markers. she would take me to a dark spot in my room and make fun of of me saying that im her doll. i would tell my mom but she would brush it away. one time when we were there her dad was drinking and she grabbed me and turned the light off in the room and grabbed me by my waist and i said no i don't want and she was lying on me and kept saying that in her teddy bear and and that she would squeeze me to death. she would then ask me if i knew about sex, i was uncomfortable but i w was a child and couldn't say anything. i then remebwr she kissed me on the lips and on the forehead. i don't remember anybting after hardy i think she just let me go and we went our own ways and i never thought anything of it at the time and she told me not to tell anyone., but now it makes me a bit uncomfortable.

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

im a first year teacher teaching 9th grade at a school im miserable at. im transferring next year but im afraid im the problem. i came into teaching really excited and passionate, ive put in immense effort into my lessons, activities, and classroom and over the months ive just become cynical. ive felt like ive been a terrible teacher because i didnt know i was doing well until someone not at my school who observed me told me so. my school has never said a kind word to me and i thought i was the worst teacher there until i got a really high rating on my evaluations that even some veteran teachers dont get. even then though i just feel like ive gotten harsher and meaner. i teach math and i hold these kids to a high standard because i know they can meet it. they have a lot of math gaps and ive worked really hard to make the curriculum accessible for them and build difficulty up gradually. however theyre incredibly arrogant, lazy, and disrespectful. i have some good kids but i also have kids who refuse to do the work, complain when i assign them anything, and just cheat on every thing and then act like im a bad teacher because theyre failing especially when i catch them. i know covid has fucked them up and theyre more angry at struggling than at me but it still hurts. im young, this is my first big job, and im really hard on myself all the time. i just feel like all i do is be a terrible teacher and be harsh and cynical and that i have no redeeming qualities as an educator. ive had kids curse me out for holding them accountable and literally just making them stop cheating and they never say sorry but tell the admin they did when they get caught and then also say i never help them despite it being everything i fucking do. i just dont baby them and i dont do their work for them but im always always always helping. their parents are terrible and their kids literally act just like them. some are often respectful to my face and then go shittalk me and my other students tell me. i just feel like im bad at my job and i struggle to build these relationships so many other teachers can. i dont understand a lot of social cues and im awkward. i try to be playful but i just cant mesh with some of them. they have teachers way harsher and ruder than me but they have personalities the kids like so they like them while to them im just a bad difficult teacher picking on them for no reason even though all i do is grade their fucking math work and put it in the system and scold them when they go too far. im not even that harsh but it feels like i am. it doesnt help that the admin believe everything these kids say and never hold the kids accountable for anything. i feel paranoid and depressed and empty and everytime i leave school i feel like a husk of a human being who is mean and awful and horrible and fundamentally a terrible person who cant be nice to these kids even though i try so hard. i just dont tolerate their bs like phone usage, cheating, running around in my classroom yelling, being disrespectful to me or their classmates. i dont cower if they give me attitude; i usually just tell them point blank to stop very sternly. i give them very little homework and what i give is just required by the district to address math gaps. literally if you show up and pay attention youll be fine. i just dont know what to do. some kids like me, a lot dont and i cant take this constant disrespect. some of these kids even brag about the way they act and making me feel miserable. so many blame me for their failing even though i scaffold everything and they dont even try. i just cant help but feel like im the problem and that im just mean and harsh and awful and terrible at this. it doesnt help that i have ocd that forces me to ruminate and is also the kind of ocd that makes me both paranoid about being watched and scared that fundamentwlly im a terrible awful person. i just dont know what to do. i hope next year will be a new start but im scared im the problem. im trying my best and give so much lenience and help to these kids but theres those kids who wre just jerks, act terribly, blame me for failing despite me doing wverything to help them, and then tattle to the program head saying im mean and bad even though the program head doesnt believe them and knows how difficult they are! this school is so unsupportive and the admin are fucking awful. can i please have some i don’t know advice or words of encouragement from older teachers. im really sensitive and depressed and idk what to do. :,( im trying so hard. i put in so much effort to help them and make math accessible. theyre just mean and awful. i feel paranoid all the time

A reporter drives along a dark twisting road, to a secluded town called Halls Landing tucked away in the Appalachian mountains. He had heard rumors of a local legend about a man who lived in a cabin tucked away deep in the woods. Supposedly, those who visit the cabin come back "twisted", "broken", or "changed" a different word is used for every retelling. Sometimes those who visit are said to never come back at all.
The reporters first stop would be the Due Drop Diner for a quick breakfast. He takes his seat and quickly decides on a cup of black coffee and the classic bacon and eggs. The waitress brings his meal to him. "We don't get many visitors here, what brings you to our neck of the woods?" The waitress, who's name tag read Stacy, asks in a very prominent Appalachian accent. "Well, I'm a reporter." The man answers. "I'm actually here to report on a local legend if you're not to busy." Stacy's face and demineaner suddenly shift. She goes pale and her warm smile and cheary personality fade for a moment to a look of anxiety, before quickly switching back. "I'm sorry but I can't talk right now, I have other tables to get to." She hurries off to one of the two other patrons in the Diner, who were here before he had arrived.
Dispite his strange encounter with the waitress he was determined to find out more about the local legend who driven so far to learn about. Yet, everyone in town seemed to react the same way, either dismissing the topic, changing the subject, or finding some reason to leave. It's as if no one wants talk about it, as if it's a secret.
After deciding that it might be a waste of time, he stops into an old country store, run by an older man he hadn't seen around town much, if at all. After purchasing a few items and turning to leave, the man speaks up. "You're that reporter right? The one the folks are so antsy about?" He turns back to old man, he has long grey hair and a thick beard to match. A pot belly coverd by a white tank top and overalls, and a voice that sounded like he smoked a pack a day sense the age of 6. The reporter replied "Yeah, I just wanted to know about the man who lived in the cabin, tucked back in the woods somewhere. Everyone always acts so dismissive and dodgy." Almost on instinct, the only man replies. "There's an old sawmill at the edge of town, behind it you'll find a walking trail. Head up that trail for about two hours. At the end you'll come to clearing, with what your looking for right there." The reporter, had been writing down what he could and hoped he could remember the rest. "Man, your a life saver thank you so much, you probably just saved my entire trip!" The reporter turns back to leave excitedly, before he can make it to the door, the old man says one more thing. "Just remember son, legends exist for a reason. " The reporter hastely made his way to his car, quickly turning the key and heading to the saw mill.
Something strange he noticed, however, was that everyone he could see, was watching him drive. Stopping any and all activity, just to stare him down as he made his way up the winding road. Men, women, even children. As if trying to force the car off the road.
He parked his car and made his way around the abandoned saw mill, until he found a break in the fence, with a trail leading up the mountain. After a grueling two hour walk up the trail in silence, he found it. A small clearing with an old cabin. The cabin was dark and decrepit compared to surrounding greenery. It looked as if it had been their first centuries, almost completely untouched. Feeling as if his hopes might've been dashed, he slowly makes his way to the front door, still panting from his hike up the mountain. He Knocks on the door, and to his surprise, after a few minutes, the door opens. Standing in the door way looks to be a man in his early 20s. Short, Dark brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a blue flannel, a pair of jeans, and heavy black boots. All of which look relatively new. The reporter, camcorder in hand, was expecting someone much older than the man that stood before him, and before he could get a word in edgewise. The man flashes a smug grin and speaks. "Let me guess, you want to hear about the man on the mountain." The reporter, having his plans laid bare before him, answers still tired from his hike. "uh yes, I had heard of the legends and thought I'd come see for myself. The towns folk seem pretty reluctant about giving me directions though." The man leans on the doorway, crossing his arms. "Yeah well, you know how it is. Superstition can cause people to act strange and weary, especially around new faces." His grin turned into a more friendly smile. "But where are my manners. The names Dean, and this old cabin was built by my great great great grandfather. He was the man on the mountain you've heard about."
The reporter, as excited as a city boy can be after hiking up hill for two hours straight. Smiles back at the man, excited to learn what this man might know. "Well, what happened? Why are the towns folk so weary of this place?" The reporter asks eagerly, his legs shaking from exhaustion. "The man on the mountain was cruel to say the least. He'd lore people up here, he'd carve weird symbols into their skin, mutilate them, dismember them. Some say he could even twist up someone's soul, change them in ways no one, not even god can fix." There was a moment of silence between them, before the man speaks up again. "Well, you're probably tired from your hike all the way up here. Come inside I'll get you a drink and we can talk more about it." The man steps aside to let the reporter in. The doorway was dark, as if swallowed by some impenetrable void. Regardless, the reporter enters the cabin, the door closes behind them. The lock clicks. The reporter never comes back.

I am a life long charmed fan, watched it when I was a kid and the show started on the WB, never missed an episode I even had my VCR set to record it just in case. Phoebe was my favorite sister, and her and Cole were my favorite couple.
One thing I want to state before I get into my idea. The source should have been the final and ultimate enemy. It is the source of ALL evil, this thing is supposed to be the literal devil, the god of the underworld whatever you wanna call him. Fighting him was kinda the whole reason for the charmed ones existing. You kill that enemy off too soon, then you’re left with a power scaling problem, because once you defeat the ultimate evil but keep going, to keep things from getting boring or dull you need to come up with more dangerous threats. So they kept coming up with worse threats and later it just kinda makes the source seem like a weak bitch in comparison. They even revived him in a later episode for two seconds, and Piper just waltzed in like it was nothing and bodied him by taking out the chick who summoned him like it was nothing. Again he was supposed to be the ultimate evil that all evil bowed down to, and he was reduced to a minor annoyance.
Now onto my final season idea. They should have had Cole become the source at the end of the last season, and had him as the source for the last season. (I know why this didn’t happen of course, this is just a fan fiction basically.) They could bring Billie in if they wanted and just have her as Paige’s charge and being trained by the sister, get rid of Crusty and that storyline though. Later in the season have Phoebe fall to the dark side and become our evil Queen like before. The ultimate power that they need to face and destroy and may not survive is not just the source, but their sister as well. This would also give good reason for the Angel of destiny to try and find someway to motivate them, therefore the whole remove Leo thing. Later to show how far Phoebe had fallen, have her be the one to kill Billie’s parents.
Ultimately to get the strength to defeat Cole and Phoebe, they use a spell or something to move through time, to try and find a solution. As a result because we have two sources we get future Chris and Wyatt, and past Grams and mom of course, but also a past Prue from shortly before she died. Then we have our final fight. In the end good wins, but instead of Phoebe and Cole just screaming and going poof, the evil in them is vanquished. Leaving their good human selves on the floor and slowly dying. Cole and Phoebe are able to tell everyone that they are sorry, and tells everyone they are not mad at them because they know they had no choice. They all forgive each other and say their I love you’s, then Phoebe and Cole pass away. Every one goes back to their own times, leaving Piper and Paige left and the power of 3 temporarily ended until the next generation. We see Phoebe and Cole’s tombstones side by side next to Prue’s. The end very sad lots of tears, through the show we lose not one, but two of the sisters. What do you all think? Love it or hate it?

I wrote this for a writing prompt in writingprompts, but not many people will see it because the prompt is a little old. I just wanted to share. Wrote during breaks at work so forgive me if it’s a little rough around the edges.
The prompt was, “Watching the man or woman of your dreams fall in love with someone else.”
feedback appreciated
::Caitlyn::
I watched her through her kitchen window.
She stood by the sink—wine glass in her hand, gently swirling it as she looked at her phone. God, was she pretty tonight. The yellow kitchen light cast a glow upon her skin, and I swear she was the brightest thing in the room—more so even than the bulb itself. Fishnet lace snaked up her legs, red as summer wine, and her bathrobe parted just enough at the top to tease—just enough to draw your attention to it so that she could playfully scold you for looking.
It’s what she did. I knew what she was waiting for, though. This was the first night he hadn’t shown up in over a week.
I didn’t get it. This guy—the guy who tracks muddy boots through the house, the guy that smokes cigarettes in the laundry room even when she specifically tells him not to, the guy who hasn’t touched a single dirty dish in as long as he’d been there—a dirty anything for that matter, and he’s the one she swoons for? Fucking bastard. That’s all he was. A dirty fucking bastard that didn’t deserve a woman even half as lovely as my Caitlyn.
She doesn’t get it—really, she doesn’t and it makes me feel kind of sorry for her. God, I mean if she only knew the things I’d do for her—the things that we have in common. We would be so happy together. I like to read just like she does, the same genres and everything. I even picked up the book she started last week, and it’s already one of my favorites. She likes to jog; I like to jog; she likes binging shows; I like binging shows. Both of us have a horrible sweet tooth as well. I can never help but smile at the thought of that.
Now, it’s three hours past eight, the time that he was supposed to arrive. She’d moved to the couch and was now lying on her back, letting one leg dangle to the floor. Blue light from the TV illuminated her features in the dark of the room, and it was not difficult to tell that she was upset. God, I hate to see her cry.
Occasionally, she would glance over. She would peer out the window with that solemn face and look in my direction. At first, I thought she was trying to see over me, to look over the hedge and into the trees behind her drive. After a few of her glances, I wasn’t convinced she wasn’t looking directly at me. Maybe she needed me. Perhaps this is her way of saying, “Come get me, Richard.” And what if it is? What if this was my chance, and I missed it because I thought about it too hard? Maybe she knew I’d been out here, watching all along, for all this time. If that was the case, then she surely knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist those watery eyes. It was time—time to be the man she needed—to finally confess my love for her, then hold her tight as she did the same.
I straightened myself—no more hiding. No more lurking in the shadows while she filled the void in her heart with all of these other worthless men. It was time she had a real man, a man who cared.
I walked to the door. For a second, I wondered if she’d left it unlocked for me. She’d done that before and pretended she was asleep whenever I made my way inside. She always did like to tease like that. I almost just opened it and walked straight in, but on second thought, I figured it might’ve been a little jarring. I decided to knock instead. To knock in the same sort of way that my heart was currently knocking against my eardrums. Why was I so nervous? She loved me; I knew she did, but still, I was nervous. Sweat beaded down the side of my face like condensation. I wiped it away with my sleeve and took a deep breath. This was it. In a few moments, I’d finally have my Caitlyn. I’d finally hold her in my arms like I’d always dreamed.
I brought my fist to the door, and my stomach tightened into a knot.
Just as I was about to do it, I heard gravel crunch in the distance.
Quickly, I darted back into the safety of the shadows, and I could see two bright headlights coming through the trees as they bounced down the dirt road.
It was him—the old Chevy Silverado with the silver toolbox in the back.
Of course, it had to be him.
He’d messed up this time, though; there was no way she’d forgive him now, not after tonight. With a smirk, I watched, wondering what kind of pitiful attempt he’d make to win her back this time, knowing that whatever it was wouldn’t be enough. Then he stepped out of his truck.
He was covered in black grease from head to foot and wore a mechanic uniform. He held something small in his arms, something with a bright red bow tied around its neck. It was hard to tell, but it looked like a little black lab from where I stood. Trustingly, it pressed its head against his chest and darted its eyes around the new scenery.
He walked up the porch steps. He was going to knock, but before he could, Caitlyn flung the door inward and glared at him. As much as I hated how she felt, that twisted expression of anger she gave him gave me more joy than I could’ve imagined. That joy was only fleeting, though. The man flashed a white smile as he looked down at his arms, rubbing the puppy’s head. It melted the expression right off of her face.
“Oh my God!” She squealed, happily shuffling her feet as she held her arms out.
I was appalled. A puppy? One dog and all of his sins are erased?
The two of them seemed so giddy together. They laughed and hugged and spoke in high voices to the puppy while they rubbed his head. The whole scene made me sick to my stomach if you really want to know the truth.
I don’t know how he did it—how he managed to weasel his way back into her heart and occupy the space that was so rightfully mine—truly, I didn’t. Who knows, maybe it was all an act. Perhaps it was her way of telling me, “you should’ve knocked.” And now, this is my punishment.
Maybe I should’ve. Maybe then I could’ve been the one to answer that door. A puppy wouldn’t soften my eyes, not like hers. I failed her, I know, but I will not fail her again. That is the last night he will ever come knocking on her door. I’m certain of it.

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

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

Hey all! I’m currently working on my personal gaming computer, doing a complete part-out and rebuild. It’s something I enjoy greatly and have been doing for years, keeping up with all the latest hardware releases and helping friends with their builds.
It struck me, why can’t I make a side hustle out of this? I’m not talking about going and leasing a brick-and-mortar store, but advertising myself as a service on Facebook, creating a website and such. My main focus would be on providing customers with a build consultation, the purpose of the machine, their price range, etc. and building it and setting it up.
I’ve only been local to SLC since last year and haven’t been very community involved I guess, but does anybody know anyone who already does this? In your opinion, is SLC a good market for this? I’m doing my own research as well but I always love other input.
The startup costs would be minimal as I’m good with website design and advertising, I would honestly take $50 per consultation and build just because of the enjoyment I get for it. Thoughts?

Was with this girl for just over a year, happiest I’ve ever been couldn’t have asked for much better. Nearing the break up I notice she starts becoming distant, always on her phone, always hiding her phone screen away from me, always snapping one of my best friends. Keeps telling me she’s known him longer than me and he’s just a friend but she’ll block him if I want, me thinking that she’ll be annoyed if I say yes block him keep telling her no don’t block him it’s okay. All this happens around July-August last year, just as we were supposed to go on a holiday that I paid €2000 for. I was kinda sure that we were gonna be over soon but I was hoping maybe she’d stay till the holiday and it’d all turn around. One night she ghosts me when we were meant to meet up and when I check her location she was at my friends house apparently just dropping him off a disposable vape but the issue is he only uses the proper vapes with juice and whatever goes in them and I had been told before that she was cheating on me with him . I pulled her up on this and she just went defensive telling me I’ve smothered her and gave her no space, now she says this yet for half the year I’ve been 2 hours away in college so I only see her a few times a month, this is also the same girl that would FaceTime me every night when I was in college to stop me from going on nights out, even tho she said I should go out she’d basically force me into staying in without ever saying I don’t want you to go out. So break up happens but we still text making me think she’ll come back to me, especially when she asks me shit like “are you gonna forget about me when you find someone new?” That can psychologically destroy you and that’s what it did to me. From being told this to then seeing her a month later with a new boyfriend who btw she is with every single day exactly how she said I smothered her. I’ve mega trust issues now I would never go near her again but I can’t move on cause of how she fucked me up what the fuck can I do. I’ve gotten with girls since then but I can’t move it to the next level cause I’m terrified.

Everyone on twitter and reddit is saying its gonna be a G3:0 vs t1 but there's just no chance G2 can win, they already lost the first time against T1. T1 is the current world champions with an incredible roster and
It starts with success.
And success, is all about growing.
Success is all about overcoming your demons, success is about getting knocked down, time after time, and getting back up. No one embodies that more than Lee Sang-Hyeok
Faker. He is one of the most experienced and celebrated midlaner in the World, but regardless of that resumé, he has lost multiple finals, but he has never lost his drive.
And what's more is that even a couple of years ago, even winning a Championship Final seemed out of reach.
Until 2022, everything was set up to perfection for Faker and for T1. LCK reconquered the world after years of LPL domination, Guma stepped up as a true carry, and they faced an DRX in the Finals they had beaten multiple times in the LCK. But as we all know, it was a tragedy, it was a quick exit. It was a shameful display, and what was worse, it felt like a lost opportunity that may never come again, for Faker and for T1
The LPL rose as the unbeateable beast we know them to be. And the LPL would dominate MSI two times in a row. But Faker, he did not stop fighting, and in fact in 2023, he was finally able to put one of his biggest demons to bed, with Nisqy and Madlions.
And now? Now we're here. 2024. Where the expectations for T1 were at their lowest ahead of this best of five versus G2 Esports, the first seed from the LEC. The LEC that has beaten T1 down in these best of fives, time and time again; and Caps, standing tall and poised to win his second MSI Championship.
But so far we haven't gotten LPL domination, we haven't gotten the JackeyLove highlight reels, and we've gotten Gumayusi and Keria lane kingdom.
It all comes down to this next game. Demons can be slayed, expectations be damned, and Faker can cement himself as the player he always wanted to prove he was.
In this next series. It's all up to him and T1 to make their dreams come true.
Lets go T1!

Hi! I moved out recently and finally adopted the kitten I’ve always wanted. He was about 6 weeks old when I adopted him (by their estimate), vaxxed and neutered. He’s a gray shorthair. I had cats growing up, but not kittens per se.
I love him to death but the biting/clawing is getting so annoying. He’s about 14 weeks old now and I sort of figured he would have grown out of this by now, based on things my family and friends with kittens/cats have told me.
He does this thing where he latches on to my foot with all his paws and just BITES. He does it while I’m walking, standing, sitting, trying to cook, etc. He’ll also bite any exposed skin… ears, nose, face, hands, back, doesn’t matter. He’s bit my scalp before. Sometimes it’s a gentle nibble, sometimes he actually draws blood and it really hurts. He does it at night as well, so I’ve resorted to keeping him in the bathroom at bedtime even though I really wanted him to sleep in my bed with me.
I feel like I’ve tried everything. Saying “ow!” loudly and pulling away does absolutely nothing, he just pounces back. He’s not startled by anything. He doesn’t understand “no,” obviously. I’ve tried ignoring him, walking away (just follows me), putting him in time out (in his crate), diverting him with a toy (he will play with the toy for a minute or two then go straight back to attacking my hands/feet instead). He gets played with plenty (several hours a day). He has tons of toys and chew toys. He will literally ignore toys mid play to bite me instead. He’s well fed. He’s literally jumped into the shower with me to chew on me. At nighttime I’ve tried playing with him before bed and feeding him to tire him out… doesn’t work. He might sleep for a few hours but at some point he will wake up and start biting me everywhere, no matter how much I ignore him or gently put him on the floor and say no, so he ends up going in the bathroom which makes me sad. My sister keeps telling me that her cat never behaved this way and says “he’s just a maniac sorry”.
Do I just wait for him to grow out of this or what?

I work in the equipment rental field. I took over a company's worst territory (there national btw) its actually a great territory potentional wise. I've already done more in sales this year then they have in the last two years and at the end of the month I will be over there best year ever in my territories.
Since I have showed I can turn it around the company gives me more or less anything I ask for. Just invested 3 million in equipment because I lost a job for not having the equipment available.
The issue I'm facing we are national company and my comoany wants top dollar for everything. We're growing in this area our service is honestly subpar the equipment I have is older and has issues half the time. Customers don't know us or don't like us from our past performance other then the relationships I have been building
COMPETITORs I have all of them in my industry in my territory. They are almost all cheaper.
For instance I've been under bid by up too 75% on multiple jobs this month I don't know how the competitors are even making money sometimes. Sales pros and bros give me the wisdom I need to over come this. I can't even win a job in a certain niche of this market to show we can handle the work and start to build trust the competitors are always cheaper even when discount up to 50%.
Last problem I really face is the customer base loves my competitors how do I break up that relationship.

seeing the missing thumbnail posts recently have reminded me of where I once was vs. where I'm at now, and wanted to share the things that have worked for me, personally.

1. anti anxiety meds. pretty self explanatory, but my anxiety exacerbated picking and when I got it under better control I picked less!
   
2. NAC supplement. one of my doctors recommended this bc it supposedly has some evidence supporting it being effective on rumination thinking and behaviors like skin picking, and I honestly think it's been really helpful. maybe it's the placebo effect, but it's worked for me.
   
3. press on nails. press on nails not only cover up my natural nail, making it impossible to pick at them, but it also gives my nails less strength to pick at cuticles or my face.
   

good luck everyone!!!

I'm not sure if this is the right subreddit, plus this is like my first time posting that actually requires writing, so forgive me if I mess up in anyway shape or form. I feel like I've lost my purpose, I know for certain I've lost drive. This year has been hell in the short 5 months. Like the 1st days of January I woke up feeling heavy and depressed and the next day my USMC recruiter called me saying I've been DQ'd by BU-MED and I'll have to do more physical therapy, so I did that and in the end it was of no use, got full denial in March so my childhood dream of being a Marine was crushed. I got DQ'd for joint stiffness in my ankles, there was no issues with them other than the movement of bringing my toes towards my shin (easy way to describe the movement). Now to backtrack to Valentine's Day. Already didn't like the holiday for whatever reason. But later that night after a kickboxing class, I go to my room to eat and get on a phone call with my (at the time) boyfriend and then I hear my grandma come into the house crying so I go check on her and she told me that my mom died, just died. She's been fighting cancer since the pandemic, last time I saw was before things got bad and she looked terrible, and I think the most heartbreaking thing was that her hair was just barely there, my biggest memory of my mom was her hair, in my family we all have this thick beautiful hair. And I haven't seen her since then. So I've been dealing with her losing her and the fact my stepfather (hate him and his family) won't give my mom a burial or even a memorial. Nothing, he gave her nothing. When he'd start fights and shit with her that would stop me from going to visit her, and I barely got to visit her while I could. But anyway, last thing, my boyfriend broke up with me last month in April, like completely out of nowhere, we were having no problems, no fights, the previous days we were talking about me coming over to his (like we did ever weekend) and fooling around. But the previous day I was having a breakdown, I don't know what triggered it but at some point during work I just snapped, started feeling crying and running out. And then he texted me at some point the next saying "we need to talk" and I started having a panic while I'm just waiting for him to pick me so we could go to his house, he was my safe space, the only place I could feel vulnerable. He said that he wanted to grow as a person, it didn't sound like that, like there was another reason. And then at some point he said he didn't want to be out of my life and wanted to continue being friends, and I just said "no". The reason I said "no" is because I knew I couldn't love him as a friend. When I meet him in German class at the beginning of this school year, something inside said "he's the one" and I feel head over heels, and I'm from the southern Oklahoma, my last guess is that I would ever fall for a man, but I did. And I loved no matter his imperfections. And the few things we didn't agree on my love still never faltered. And I used to have this dream since I was like 13 or 14 and it was always the same, 2 kids running around, dog with them, golden sunset, sitting on a porch talking with somebody I obviously loved, every crush, and the one girlfriend I had before my ex I never heard their voice for saw their face the person's face and voice was like blurry, if that makes sense. But after I got with my ex and had the dream, I saw his face and heard his voice, and after that I was deadset on marrying him, I didn't tell him about that dream after it happened because that morning I was getting bitched at by my grandparents about something (by the way, they weren't happy about my gay relationship, their old southern Christians). I told him about that dream after we broke up, I sent him a Google doc because he flaked on us meeting up and talking and just told him a lot. And I used to have this thing with that could help like see tomorrow, sense it, whatever, it doesn't make sense but now it's gone. The only thing I "have" is an army contract for the infantry and I never wanted to join the Army. And I promised myself a long time ago that I'd never live for myself, only for somebody else. But now, I'm just this mess that's struggling with no purpose, no drive, nothing, I have no friends, no good family, no lover. I have nothing. My only hope is that I can talk to him and maybe get back together. But I doubt that'll happen, he just ignores me now.

Every morning before I go to FD, I usually go to the gym, and afterward, I pick up a protein shake. The other day, right when I got in, my Chief told me to jump on the rescue with another guy and go do a medical assist call. I then saw my Lt arriving. I told him I was going to go to the call and handed him my protein shake so he could put it in the fridge however I didn't tell him that, it was more implied. Right when we got back, we had a structure fire. It was a small garage, and we knocked it down quickly. Right when we got back, I remembered my shake and went for it, but it was gone. When I went to ask the lieutenant what he did with it, I noticed he was making strange faces. He told me he drank it because he thought I had gotten it for him. In his defense, I have brought him shakes before. I was about to tell him it wasn't for him when I noticed he was holding his stomach. Then I snapped the shake I get has to be drunk on an empty stomach, or you'll be in the restroom on the toilet for most of the day. When I asked him if he had eaten, he said yes he had a big breakfast before he came in. Uh oh... the rest of the day he kept running to the restroom, and the guys were messing with him badly throughout the whole day while he was on the toilet. The Lt loves to pull pranks on the other guys on shift and no one has gotten him in years with one. Everyone including the Lt thinks I did that purposely when it very much an accident and since he's been try to get me back. So far I found water balloons in boots, weights in my gear, the wood boards that go under mattress on to the bed frame, they keep the mattress from falling down, those were missing, and transmission fluid in shampoo bottle. Luckily I'm catching all this in time. Any ideas on how to get him back in the likely event he gets his payback.

FedEx's ongoing merger of its Ground and Express services in Canada is raising alarms, with the American company treating Canada as an afterthought. Planning for the merger has been woefully inadequate, particularly in regards to essential resources like drivers and vehicles, and the impact of large package delivery has been overlooked.
The company's already toxic culture has only worsened under the immense pressure placed on staff at all levels. Among FedEx Ground employees, there's a growing sense of unease and discussions about an uncertain future are becoming more frequent. These connections, forged in the face of mistreatment and ineptitude, could make future organizing efforts much easier.
Meanwhile, FedEx Express drivers are grappling with increased stop counts and the challenges of delivering oversized packages. This discontent, coupled with the growing solidarity among Ground employees, creates a ripe environment for unionization efforts, paving the way for the Teamsters.
While Canada's relatively low shipping volume might mean the fallout from this merger won't significantly impact FedEx's bottom line, it serves as a stark indictment of the company's leadership. Their failure to properly manage this opportunity is a squandered chance for growth and a reflection of poor corporate decision-making.
tl;dr FedEx's Canadian merger raises concerns: American company's afterthought, poor planning w/ lack of resources, toxic culture under pressure. Risks: lost customers, unionization, brain drain. Low volume = minor impact, but reflects poor leadership squandering opportunity.

I am working on making a sun-tracking solar panel using an Arduino and need help assembling the chassis. I am using the below video for guidance, and I had a few questions:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YC4kIGQYld4
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• Question 1: What is the long metal thing they are holding at 1:03? It seems like that thing is used to make the solar panel turn.
• Question 2: Is this glue gun sufficient for attaching the components of the chassis together: https://www.amazon.com/Surebonder-GM-160-Mini-Temperature-10-watt/dp/B003L264JA. I have never used a glue gun outside of school before, and I do not know if the type I use matters.
• Question 3: Can someone review the list of components I think I need and tell me if I am missing anything necessary? There are probably additional things to add to improve the project, but I want to start with a minimally working project as the above video showed to begin with.

Components for assembling the chassis:

• Cardboard: used to build the chassis
• Utility knife: to cut the cardboard
• Glue gun: to attach the cardboard, servo motor, and solar panel together
• Mystery item at 1:03: needed to make the solar panel turn to face the sun. I am not sure what it is called yet.

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

No matter how many times I go to the gym or hard I work out, this loose skin on my stomach is gonna look like fat. I look at it every day and am still disgusted. The only fix is to learn to love myself for who I am right now or to surgically get it fixed. I’ve been trying to love myself for who I am, but when I look in the mirror im just faced with the fact that this loose skin looks like fat and it bunches up and makes me feel like a piece of crap. Not worthy, not desirable. I know it was a great accomplishment to lose 60 pounds but apparently when you’re in your 40s, your skin isn’t as forgiving as it was in your 20s . I’m a reasonably attractive guy who is generous and kind, but with this huge flaw that will not go away. I feel at defeated.

My Daughter is 7 months old now! Yaayyy! She can stand and is starting to walk and I'm so excited to end breastfeeding at 1 yro based off her pediatricians knowledge and information. 1st is the struggle to feed her in any high chair we have tried so far, she hates them! She squirms in them and cry's and then sucks on the straps then ignores food. Right now she likes stand eating for some reason 😭 So can anyone recommend something to sit her in??
Now. Problem #2
We are starting to wean because she can sit up, her teeth are coming in and she can crawl!
So far it's been a failed progression... She hates EVERYTHING except bone marrow and onions! Is there anything we can do!?
She hates almost everything else and makes a nasty face when trying it and gags after 10 sec of making a nasty face 😭
Here is what else we have tried: We have even purayed chicken by it's self and mashed up the avocado... Nothing..
Thinks with breastmilk 🚫 Avocados 🚫 Watermelon 🚫 Sweet ripe bannas🚫 Strawberry 🚫 Chicken 🚫🚫 Eggs🚫🚫🚫🚫 Greens🚫 Ground beef🚫 Yogurt 🚫