AH didn't produce any audio recordings of substance to support her claims. The best she could do was play audio of JD moaning, JD vomiting, short clips without context, or excerpts she blatantly lied about.
Here is an explanation for some of the oddities in the audio recordings AH produced.

The 31st of December Audio

Exhibit	Title	create_date	media_modify_date
Def581	"12-31-15 clip 2"	D: 1992:09:18 T:09:48:03	D:2016:07:08 T:15:30:19
Plt365	"12-31-15 clip 7"	D:2032:01:28 T:14:38:11	D:2016:07:08 T:15:30:41
Def582	"12-31-15 clip 8"	D: 1976:09:15 T:23:35:47	D:2016:07:08 T:15:30:44
Plt366	"12-31-15 clip 10"	D: 2021:05:17 T:04:47:15	D:2016:07:08 T:15:30:51

The "title" in the metadata for an audio file is typically completed by the person or entity who creates, produces, or distributes the audio content.
create_date: This is the metadata tag indicating the date and time when the file was originally created.
media_modify_date: This is the metadata tag indicating the date and time when the media file was last modified.
The erroneous “create-date” of 1976, 1992, 2036, is indicative of metadata manipulation.
However, the "media_modify_date" for all states 2016:07:08. Meaning they were all last modified of the 8th July, 2016

• These four audio files were among seven brief audio recordings AH produced during the UK trial
• The only evidence suggesting they were recorded on December 31, 2015, is the title assigned by whoever created them (AH)
• AH made separate audio files for each clip and then deleted the original recording.
• It is impossible to verify the actual recording date because the original audio could never be found.

Transcript of Elaine desperately trying to get the clips admitted into evidence

EB: Your Honor, this is 581 and 582. These are between Mr. Depp and Ms. Heard. But we wanted to disclose, these are the two that are just partials. We could never find the full. We said that we were still looking at the time of Motion in Limine. Your Honor denied the motion to try to exclude them. We went back -- when we inherited this case two years ago, we inherited 1.3 million documents and, database. We had that completely searched, had IT people completely search it. We have not been able to find anything but partials on both. But those are partials and we claim partials here, but we don't have the full report. We've done everything we can to try to find it.

The Toronto Audio

Exhibit	Title	create_date	media_modify_date
Def839	7-8-16 clip 2	D:2023:02:16 T:09:28:51	D:2023:02:16 T:09:28:51

• Given that the create date & modify date were in the future at the time of trial we know they are incorrect
• The title given to this clip "7-8-16 clip 2" likely refers to when it was "created" i.e. 8th of July, 2016 (the same date the other clips were "created")
• AH cut this 13-minute and 46-second segment from the original and made a separate audio file.
• The original Toronto recording is 1 hour, 21 minutes, and 9 seconds long.
• During discovery for the US case, the original recording was located and subsequently disclosed to JD.
• The clip created by AH cunningly begins immediately after the exchange about her hitting JD in the ear.

In the original recording, we hear the following

JD: Do you want to smack me on the ear again? AH: I love you. JD: You wanna smack my ear again? So it f**kin' resounds in my f**kin' cranium. AH: I love you. JD: Would you like that? AH: I love you. JD: Huh? AH:: I love you and I'm sorry I hit you. I love you. Do you love me? JD: I love you too. No, no, but I don’t love you that much. AH: Yes, you do. JD: No I don’t. I do not love you that much, to give up myself.

In the version AH created on the 8th of July, 2016

AH: I love you. I’m sorry I hit you. AUDIO STARTS I love you. Do you love me? JD: I love you too. No, no, but I don’t love you that much. AH: Yes, you do. JD: No I don’t. I do not love you that much, to give up myself.

To avoid looking bad, AH started the recording midway through her sentence.
She did the same with THIS CLIP which also starts in the middle of her sentence.

AH: ...go "I f**ked up" and cry in my bedroom, after I dumped you a f**king week prior, a f**king week prior, after you be*t the s**t out of me. And then a week later you show up at my doorstep, in my room, saying you wanna say goodbye. Okay, say goodbye then.

I guarantee the words she spoke immediately prior would have also implicated her as the abuser.
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Edited Audio & the Kitchen Cabinet Video

Just as AH edited the kitchen cabinet video before leaking it, she also edited these audio clips.

CV: Ms Heard, you edited out the portions that made you look bad before sending it to TMZ. AH: You are very wrong about that. CV: You edited that video before you gave it to TMZ so that only Mr. Depp would look bad, yes AH: That's absurd. CV: Right in the middle of your divorce proceedings? AH: Again, you're very wrong.

• Likely intending to leak them to the media, she removed parts that made her look bad.
• AH recorded the complete audio clips, and JD did not have access to them.
• The divorce case's discovery process did not require these audios to be disclosed.
• Just like the kitchen cabinet video, JD wouldn't have had access to the unedited version to show how deliberately they were manipulated.
• AH erased the original December 31st recording so well that it couldn't be retrieved.
• Thankfully, the Toronto recording was found.

Context is that a few months ago, this friend (C) told me that my former friend (D) he is now talking to again, was talking badly behind my back, when at the time I had bailed D out of jail, let her stay at my house, and she was manipulating me into loaning her money and countless rides. D was literally throwing dirt on my name to our other friends about my PTSD symptoms while literally in my loft, that I was letting her stay in for free because she claimed she had nowhere else to go. She moved out but C told me at the time that D was talking badly about me and dropped her as a friend, and I did too. I was happy C dropped her as I don’t want her to be a part of my life at all, but now they are friends again, months later after this all went down. What do I do? Do I keep C as a friend, let him know I'm upset he's friends with someone who betrayed me so much?
TLDR; my friend, D, was staying with me after I bailed her out of jail. My other friend, C, let me know that she was talking badly about me in my own home; and I shortly after kicked her out, and we both dropped her as a friend. Now they are friends, and I feel betrayed my good friend C is now friends with the person he warned me about.

We have a 7 month old GSD. As you may expect she is a bundle of energy and loves to play all the time. There is another dog in the home who also likes to play and wrestle around with the puppy. The problem is the older dog keeps getting very small wounds around the back of his neck where the puppy grabs on. Short of just keeping them separated, any ideas on how to get her to take it down a notch?

My(37m) wife (34f) and i have been together for 17 years. Married for 9 with a 5 year old.For the past few years, my brain has been hijacked by alcoholism and subsequent depression. Though I love my wife deeply, I allowed my disease to turn me into a nasty,miserable person, especially towards her. She finally got to a point where she went to a lawyer and filled out papers for divorce. When I found out, I immediately quit drinking and checked myself into rehab. I'm 25 days sober currently and have no want or urges to drink, I just want my family back together.
She says she needs space and time to figure out if she wants to try any longer, but it feels like she's already moving on. I'm living at my mom's so she can have her " space," but everything in me feels like it's a mistake to do so. It's such a terrible purgatory to be stuck in. I'm trying to respect her wishes in hopes she does somehow want to reconnect, but I feel by being apart, I'm just letting the distance between us grow.
I've made so many positive changes in my short journey already, and I see everything in a different light now that my world has been taken away from me. This could be a great opportunity for us to fall in love with each other all over again and to build a better life and marriage. However, I feel like she's going to take this as a way out instead. I hope I'm wrong because I'm sure I can't bare life without her. Should I continue to respect her request or Should I fight even harder for our marriage? God help me and my family.
TL;DR :My wife doesn't know if she's going to give us another chance and the space she's asking for is killing me. Do I stay away or fight like hell

About 2 weeks out from the start of our 52lb girl's first symptoms. We're seeing up and down progress w/ conservative treatment so far. She has some trouble getting on her feet from laying down, but other times she motivates decently on her own. We're doing Prednisone, Gabapentin, resting in a gated off "pen", 5min max potty breaks outside (usually w/ a sling for minor support, sometimes carried back as to not overdo it).
I'll be calling the vet to give updates/hear his recommendations tmrw, but I'm wondering if anyone here has seen their dog with similarly "locked" front legs? After laying down for a while, her front legs stick straight out, almost like they won't bend?
Her routine the last few days: start the AM very slowly, get AM gabapentin, rally (in a big way) in the afternoon, usually 2 walks outside, then once she lays down after dinner, she gets stiff front legs again and may or not feel like getting up to go potty outside (she's she's only had one long overnight accident, and it was an overly long time to hold it). Otherwise, she seems less stressed and happier the last few days, and has continued to eat and drink just fine.
Pretty sure she will need pain meds adjusted (or maybe just the times they are given), but I'm hoping to understand why the front legs are so tense at certain times. To be honest, we were flooded with confusing veterinary jargon at the last appt (though an admittedly decent outlook compared to what it could be, thank God) and I feel like we'd benefit greatly from hearing personal experiences.
Also, We just had an IVDD book and muscle builder delivered a few hours ago. My husband and I (and Jessie!) appreciate any feedback and thank you, in general, for sharing your stories. It's comforting to read about progress, and I'm rooting for all your pups.

The idea that humans in large numbers lack competency, and so therefore a conspiracy would be practically impossible completely misses the point. Actually, the fact that humans are insanely incompetent and low-information is why conspiracies are everywhere and almost never go noticed. In fact, people DO speak up often and whistleblow and NO ONE LISTENS.
Part of the issue here is epistemological. We think we know about the world. Why do we think that? First of all, human brains are built to conceive of about 150 people around them. Urbanization breaks our brains, and because we're not built for it, we consistently process our impression of society wrong.
School and media are huge and very simply blunt instruments to provide us with a better impression of the massive urban society around us. Most of what we think we know comes from here. Yes, it's true that false information can be contradicted and humans actually can be quite logical with plain, clear facts. However, we have other social instincts which prevent this from happening.
We humans mostly tend to intuitively perceive what kinds of beliefs others have and give massive weight to that while filtering possibly complex or confusing facts in our heads. While some of us and some cultures are much more sophisticated and cynical about media, there are TONS of demographics (i.e.: young women) who psychologically interpret literally anything the media presents as representative of the actual tastes and preferences of that abstract 150 people the brain is built to perceive. Simply because the media exists and promotes one point of view, it means that this must be the position of those in the tribe with power.
Experienced, educated professionals will constantly filter inconvenient information in favor of adjusting to what the group believes. Smarter, 110-130 IQ "midwits" will actually recognize something is wrong, but will rationalize the emotional inconvenience and build explanations or narratives so they can cope. <110IQ people can't construct these rationalizations, and if they're low-IQ enough they can't even understand them, so this is why dumb people often perceive conspiracies that highly intelligent people observe, because the layer of rationalization doesn't appear to them. >140 IQ literally cannot use these rationalizations because their brains see right through them and you have to be a psychopath to ignore what you see. 110-130 IQ people ACTUALLY BELIEVE these rationalizations, that's the point. They ego invest in them and will fight their own kin to squash anyone noticing malicious behavior systemic to institutions. This is partly because, these midwits as the supreme managerial class, so effectively rationalize, they can operate in corrupt environments without being aware of the corruption. Thus they are rewarded immensely, given titles or big salaries, and become personally invested in the fraud while also consciously believing there's no fraud.
As an adult who has noticed all this from experience in the military, ecclesiastical, academic, corporate (never medical sadly) sectors, these patterns seem universal. You know the store manager who has the keys to lock up? Well, when they open up to their buddies and drink a little of the merchandise and throw a little party or whatever, if corporate can't tell, then why wouldn't they? Not everyone who has power will abuse it, but anywhere power is held, someone will abuse it. Abuse of power is a very casual thing, and at a minimum, some percentage of human personality types will always do it. The go-getters and doers especially trend toward a willingness to abuse power, and that's part of the problem. Other humans have specific instincts to submit to the powerful and almost take pleasure when they are on the good side of a psychopath who is abusing a third party.
Here you might say, "Gee, you have a cynical view of humanity." Sorry, the day a college kid can stand up and assert a point of view that's not social consensus, and have even 10% of the class change their minds and support him merely from considering the argument, then maybe I'll be more optimistic. No, people are cowards who are constantly trying to fit in, mostly most people are pretty dumb, and actually most people disdain those who refuse to fit in and don't care at all about the group's corruption. See, kids who are instinctively socially breaking from their parents will oppose the society of their parents. But kids will never oppose, not ever, not at scale, the social momentum of other kids unless there are other kids of clear divisions like racial or religious.
Therefore, I would propose that not only is society full of conspiracies at every level, but actually society functions on the basis of conspiracy. Small group loyalties and hierarchies form nodes around which institutional structure can build larger organizations. I was in the military which is full of formal authority, laws and rules. The reality of it is all that was a distraction to make people put up with a system that is more about little cliques among officers and so forth that sort everything out behind closed doors. Sure, norms, laws, rules, training smooth things out, allow interchangeability, but real decisions are made selfishly by some leader and they have quidproquo with colleagues and that bubbles up to the top. So whatever stupid beliefs they have about their organization or its values, they take with them to the top where someone like a general wields real power. Yet, such a person is sort of "endowed" with that position by his clique-community, and so they must fight for that community's values in the confines of that community's worldview, which might be totally inaccurate.
With this in mind, here is your final graduation thought experiment.
I've tried to understand the Ukraine war.
Right now Russia is playing on its former Soviet era diplomatic network so it's leaning into "white neocolonialists who think they have superior values exploit brown people because of theft and racism." But they're also simultaneously playing the newer, libertarian narrative of a progressive managerial elite which has hijacked the Western bureaucracy. It's sort of insane how they do this. Like how they exalt Orthodox religion but also insist Stalin did nothing wrong, which not even the post-Stalin USSR believed.
The anti-neocolonialist narrative says that rich whites want to steal resources from poor browns. This is factually what's happening, but the tragic irony is that many third world countries probably couldn't develop or benefit from these resources without first world help. So, there's both an argument against neo-colonialism, but also an argument that it's not like this big scam so much as a natural consequence. What it boils down to for me is where war, jackal economics or espionage is used. That's clearly wrong, and I think a lot of poor countries would be doing a lot better without these interventions, although I don't think they'd be rich and developed.
Well, the West actually is anti-neocolonialist too. Globalists want smart cities, AI economy, UBI, CBDC. They want rural white Americans to be the same level of poor as rural Africans, and for the gains of exploiting natural resources to be concentrated among a global elite, which although unfair, is not exclusive to borders. The geopolitical unfairness of neocolonialism will be addressed by Globalism. And its elite will be very small compared to the global proletariat they intend to have.
This is all very ironic since the globalist machine is playing the Euro-chauvinism card to appeal to Euro elites, and also the American exceptionalism card to appeal to American nationalists. They're playing whatever cards they have, like Russia.
So this is all I know: the West is lying to some of its lesser elites by paying lip service to their values. Russia is playing its old USSR geopolitics card while also playing a trad Orthodox card, while also playing an anti-globalist card.
I KNOW that the West is globalist, the leadership that is. So NATO must lose, because the globalists will certainly win if NATO wins. However, I fear the other side might also be globalists and the whole conflict is an anti-white, anti-Western charade meant to displace the old Euro elites and American nationalists.
That's the irony. Globalists control the West, but have to constantly deal with these older elite factions, so they could be using the war as a purge in a way.
It's hard to explain why the globalist-American leadership needed this conflict so bad. Probably it's all a shitshow gone wrong. This is where my explanation of how conspiracies function comes into play.
Neocons thought the would reinvigorate interest in the military but it hasn't. Like a new patriotism and interest in military power and funding.
Ukrainian Jews might have thought they could purge the Slavs and make a second Jewish homeland but that's probably off the table due to the failed counter offensive.
Russia's hopes of exercising their historical and cultural hegemony to settle the conflict have failed, when Ukrainian deep state operatives assured them they were still on the same old team.
Stupid nationalists who are somehow blind to the globalists and think the American economy is "doing great" probably thought this could be a knockout blow to Russia's meddling in certain geostrategic resource deals that affected American hegemony over Europe. This is a legacy of the British "can't let Europe become a world power" prerogative. The kind of dumb monkey legacy deep state geopolitical prerogatives that these idiots cling to while ignoring the other players around them.
So there are members of the British and American diplomatic-military-intelligence communities who are seemingly oblivious to what globalism is, or the imminent collapse of the Anglo-American financial hegemony. They actually believe the financial journalism. They are playing out a specific strategy from their class or clique or culture's history which is about keeping Europe down. So they are acting from that vantage and are acting as a conspiracy.
There are Euro elites acting from the vantage of actual vestigial colonialist attitudes where they actually think that Europe of all places is a bastion of Western values. While this class is completely morally degenerate, what they really mean is there is a class of elites in Europe that actually thinks the whole world outside of white Europe are actually just dumb monkeys. Not metaphorical. They are committed to all this, as a conspiracy that exercises influence as a conspiracy, because of this idiotic, low-information attitude.
Then there's the globalists who have all kinds of plans, and have even got Russia and China and India to adopt some of their financial technologies in preparation for their Great Reset. And this is done because of their massive influence over global business. As a conspiracy. And yet, while massively influential, they don't outright control Russia or China and their plants are constantly falling short. I'd say the globalists are trying to act as a conventional "illuminati" style conspiracy.
But the point is what I said in the beginning. Even these powerful, highly competent cliques have huge blind spots and huge power gaps because humans are in fact highly incompetent in large numbers.
I get a clique trying very hard to influence things and just falling short of being able to do it, but what boggles my mind is that a lot of these conspiracies who KNOW they are conspiracies who KNOW the world is a stage for the common sheep and KNOW the basic nature of deep state and intelligence games that are played. Even these people will not see past their own biases or egos, and fail to see lies in front of their own faces.
Because conspiracy is natural to humans. We do it naturally, so we engage in illicit collusion and cliquishness, but we don't necessarily see or realize where it's happening outside of our brain's 150 person social perception. Which to me is the oddest thing.

Day 1 A news report breaks in [REDACTED] New York about a man waking up the previous morning, and attempting to turn on his TV to watch the latest episode of his favourite show, only for his remote to crumble in his hand. Confused as to what was going on, the man would attempt to manually turn on his TV, only to accidentally pull a chunk of it off. It was at this moment, that the man would discover that his TV had been replaced with a hyper-realistic cake. The man would question his wife about where the TV went, and why there was a hyper-realistic cake in its place. However, his wife was just as confused as he was about the entire situation at hand. The man would attempt to report this to his local authorities, claiming his TV had been stolen and replaced with a hyper-realistic cake. Only to be laughed off as a prankster due to his ridiculous claim. Angry at this, he would take his story to the local news station hoping for justice to be served to whoever stole his TV. Once again, his claims were laughed off and published as a mere joke. The man would claim that there would be more cases of people’s items being replaced with hyper-realistic cakes going forward and that they would all regret ignoring his case.
Day 29 Police reports coming from all over [REDACTED] New York would reveal the man’s words to be correct. Starting after a young woman would attempt to open her purse, only for the zip to completely come off upon being pulled and quickly break apart, taking some of the modelling chocolate with it. Soon people would begin reporting all over the area that their items had been completely replaced with cake. Phones, laptops, bags, earrings, necklaces, rings and even stacks of cash were discovered to have been replaced with hyper-realistic cakes. Local authorities, having now clearly learned that this was no prank, are looking into the cases to try and track down these valuable items. However, one thing these cases all have in common (aside from the cakes being delicious) is the complete lack of evidence pointing to any suspects. No DNA evidence, no signs of forced entry, and no people in the area at the time. Nobody is even sure when these items were replaced with cakes. They all say they could've sworn they were real a second ago, only to suddenly be cake. Almost as if there was no thief and they had just suddenly turned into cake. Authorities are still on the hunt for a possible suspect in this case, even though the wider New York authorities laugh at them for humouring these absurd claims.
Day 47 The situation has escalated much further than anyone could've possibly anticipated. Now the reports of items being replaced with hyper-realistic cake have rapidly expanded to the rest of New York. Hundreds of people are reporting that their valuable items are being discovered to be hyper-realistic cakes. A man would take his phone out of his pocket to check if he'd received any important emails, only for his phone to crumble into pieces of cake in his hand. A woman would attempt to cash in a check of $100,000 to a bank, only for the modelling chocolate on the check to smash into several pieces when placed down on the counter. A couple would attempt to hurry their kids into the car, worrying they may be late for school. Only for the car to fall apart right in front of them, as the door is pulled off and falls to the ground. People are getting scared, they're worrying that at any moment, any of their prized possessions could end up being a hyper-realistic cake. Nobody is sure what is real and what is cake anymore, so they've taken to trying to cut anything they own, hoping to weed out the cake from the non-cake. Many have ended up accidentally destroying many of the things they own in the process of doing this. But those who still have their stuff have taken to putting stickers on them to ensure they know they're real. That was until an edible sticker was found to be on the back of a hyper-realistic cake emulating a mobile phone. Now, people’s only option is to place all their valued possessions into safes, covered in locks with an 87-number code that not even they know. The governor of New York has commented on the situation claiming that he's doing all he can to try and solve the hyper-realistic cake mystery, but he can only do so much to calm the fear and paranoia that has overcome New York.
Day 93 The situation has dramatically escalated even further somehow, as the hyper-realistic cake plague has now begun heavily affecting the nearby states of Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut and even some parts of Canada. Reports are coming in from all over the USA and even some of Mexico and South America of people’s items suddenly being replaced with ominous (albeit, tasty) hyper-realistic cakes. The president is doing nothing to quell the fear of US citizens, claiming the whole situation is ridiculous and that everyone is a fool for buying into it. People are starting to riot in the streets believing the president is not doing enough to try and prevent the appearance of hyper-realistic cakes. Many other countries are beginning to consider closing off all travel to the USA out of fear, and some like Germany even going through with it. The safes people were using to hold their valuable items are no longer safe. Many have been discovered to have been replaced with hyper-realistic cakes, leading to even greater fear and paranoia among citizens. And the worst thing of all. The police officer who was in charge of the case in [REDACTED] New York was discovered by his wife the previous night to have been replaced with an identical hyperrealistic cake. There is no evidence of where he may have gone, and there is no evidence pointing to who might've taken him. He has seemingly disappeared without a trace.
Day 149 As fear was reaching its limits, a spark of hope managed to emerge. Tension has been rising as countries all over the world have been receiving reports of people disappearing, and being replaced with hyper-realistic cakes. Even including those that shut off travel to the USA. The president has continued to display pure apathy to the situation, claiming the whole thing to be a farce, until he discovered one morning his wife had been turned into a hyper-realistic cake. Outraged at this, he demanded the perpetrator be immediately found and caught. He banned the selling of any ingredients that could be used to make a hyper-realistic cake, including flour, sugar, eggs, butter, baking powder, chocolate, honey, macaroni and cheese (he does not know how to make a cake, and decided it was better safe than sorry). But even then, hyper-realistic cakes continued to appear. Now even houses and everything in them were getting replaced with giant hyper-realistic cakes, twice the size of an average human being. The president was getting desperate now and was willing to do anything to catch the man responsible for this. So he had cameras set up on every street in every city in every state across the entire USA. And he had every cop working 24/7 on the sight of each camera making sure nothing was replaced with a hyper-realistic cake, and if they were to see hyper-realistic cake-related activities, they were to press a button, sounding the alarm. Yesterday, after weeks and weeks of nothing. An extremely tired officer managed to catch a woman attempting to replace a baby with a hyper-realistic cake. The woman, upon being caught, would quickly admit she was behind the hyper-realistic cake shenanigans. She was immediately brought to Washington DC where the president would proceed to scream and cry at her for hours before demanding she be placed in a holding cell so she could be questioned the following day. This was quickly announced by White House officials and the world began celebrating, praising the president as a hero who was able to end the hyper-realistic cake plague. The joyful people of the world are currently awaiting a word from the US president on who this mysterious woman is, what her motives are and where she’s keeping all these missing people.
Day 180 To the horror of everyone around the globe, the following morning, all hope was lost and all dreams were dashed. The woman taken captive last night was found to have been replaced with a hyper-realistic cake, just as everyone was. The president demanded a search for any evidence indicating how she could've escaped, but they were unable to find anything. Even the cameras meant to keep track of the woman had mysteriously failed to capture anything the previous night. This was the breaking point for the president, and as a result of this, he'd soon become wrapped up in an extremely insane conspiracy. He'd soon begin to believe the cake was a being that was more powerful than any of them, and that it needed to be eradicated at all costs. The presidents would proceed to declare Marshall law and cut off all transport to other countries. People, seeing exactly what was going to happen, attempted to escape the country by piloting the planes and boats themselves. Only to discover the planes and boats were all hyper-realistic cakes, that were unable to fly and would easily sink in water. The president would also declare that all cake is to be thoroughly burned, and anyone believed to be a cake is to be executed on sight, preferably by being cut with a blade. The president would have all secret service agents executed, claiming that they were conspiring with the cake and aided the woman in escaping custody. But even if this wasn't enough for the president, soon he’d begin believing that other countries were made of cake too and declared that any countries believed to be “cake countries” would be bombed off the map. Starting with Mexico, he sent wave after wave of bombs to the country until he was sure anyone inside was dead. He'd soon turn his attention to Germany, believing that it was also a “cake country” due to them previously closing off transportation from the USA there. Soon, Germany was no more, and the president would celebrate that he had destroyed another “cake country”. It seemed like to the president, that every country except the USA was a cake country, and no amount of bombing he did would change that. Everyone knew the sheer amount of bombs he was using was going to destroy the planet, but he didn't care. But just as quickly as this began, it ended. Yesterday, a large angry mob stormed the White House. The president would attempt to bomb the mob, only to discover the bomb launchpad had been replaced with cake. The mob quickly overpowered anyone left supporting the president with sheer numbers, and they swiftly beat the president to death in a manner too disturbing to even attempt to describe. Blood was everywhere, but they didn't care anymore, the dictator was dead.
Day 294 Shortly after the president's death, the USA descended into chaos. People were still being replaced with cake, and nobody had any way to contact people outside the USA, as every single phone was seemingly now a hyper-realistic cake. Many don't even believe there's anyone left out there, and that they were all killed by the president. People quickly began to believe the president was right, and that all the other countries were now just cake. But they took it one step further, they now began to ponder if the entire globe itself was just one giant cake. People began getting so scared of others being cake, that they would attempt to cut anyone they meet just to see if they were cake. There is no food left now besides hyper-realistic cakes, and many are so scared of them that they refuse to even go near them, let alone attempt to eat them. Many are dying from starvation, and those willing to eat the cakes are usually branded as “cake people” and killed on sight. There's still no sign of the people who went missing and were replaced with hyper-realistic cakes. Many believe they just vanished from reality itself or that they were taken by the cake. Some people have begun to worship the cake as a god and make sacrifices to it believing it'll bring their loved ones back. Reality is crumbling, society has fallen apart and it won’t be long until humanity is gone.
Day 334 Not even a year following the first-ever incident, the last human being on earth has died today. Alone, cold and afraid. There is nothing left. No trees, no grass, no water, no animals, no humans, nothing. The only thing that remains now is the hyper-realistic cakes. And that, is the story, of how I destroyed humanity with FUCKING CAKES! I guess in the end you could say… it was real.

We have a new hire (about two months now) in our department D28 that I do not vibe with. This is also a rant-ish post so I don't give much sht for the grammar use. I apologize.
To start, I have a pretty nice relationship with most of our department even though I am a new hire myself. But two months ago, we got a new hire with a bossy attitude for someone so young. I don't mind bossy people, sometimes I am one myself if I am stressed, but I apologize when I know I sound like one since I am not a boss... but this one has a vibe that is not vibin'.
They mostly work as associate and recovery (for the last hour of the store) but their recovery is not recovering unless our DH is working closing.
Memorial Day had been a triggering day in this cold war. I was at the mulch pit area helping a customer load mulch and soil up, and I have a clear view of the garden center gate where they stand. I cannot get an extension, but I guess they got a call/intercom for wheat straw. Again, I can see where they are STANDING, and has been for the past 5-ish minutes while I'm loading up the customer. A few seconds pass, and I got a walkie call asking me if I can get a wheat straw for a customer because "We are helping a customer load something up." By "we," I believe they mean another associate who went to the pit to get some soil for a customer, the associate I am now helping since I just finished loading the last car, who heard the walkie and said, "I'll get the straw, can you load this for her (the customer in the car now behind me — and no, the associate I have beef with is nowhere to be seen)?" to which I gladly said, "yes" and ignored the walkie call. I said I believe since there was no other car (except in lumber area) that ever pulled up apart from the one who needed soil.
Do they assume I don't work unless I can get a call from SD or Cashiers or managers? (Read: Do they assume I am like them?)
Not the first time this happened. A month ago, I was helping a customer with another D28 associate, and I needed to spot them. Obviously, a work that needs two people. Like this time, they walkied me to ask if I can help a customer with a locked item because they were busy (I later learned from SD that there were three of them waiting for a customer to pull up and just chatting around when the call came, and SD cashier just happened to walk past them on the way to curbside). Anywoooo, since this time they were one month new, I was about to say "yes but give us 5 minutes" when my reach driver said "give me the phone" and answered the walkie with "we're currently busy helping customers in this area now, we cannot go there" and press leave call.
Not also the second time. About a week ago, they walkied me to tell me that a customer needs help. I know they are not walkie-ing the whole department since they call me by name. Another D28 associate (different from the past two cases) and a key-holder (who we called to open a gate) were with me and heard the call, and they both looked like "was that seriously a call?" with the associate going "DID [THEY] JUST TELL YOU TO FUCKING GO BACK INSIDE WHEN YOU'RE HELPING A CUSTOMER OUT HERE?" Anyway, I ignored that walkie, too. They can complain to someone I am ignoring their calls, but I don't care. I am doing my job and working and everyone (including them) knows it.
SD and other associates are not the only ones saying this to me, too. Garden cashiers would complain about how some people (they're also not naming names but the clues about their attire for that day was a given) would just walk around in their personal phone and they could see them and hear their phone ringing, and they just keep walking and ignoring the call. Told me they shouldn't get an extension if they won't bother using it.
The way they would say it, too, is as I've said at the beginning... very bossy.
I'm very petty, so when others in my department or the whole store would walkie me or call me to ask if I can help, I would happily answer with yes and to give me some minutes as I am with a customer, etc, etc. But when it's them... I straight up ignore it. I love garden department, and our managers and DHs are chill, and I don't mind if they ask me to do things for the day. It's chaotic, it's so large, but that means no boring day.
Oh, and I haven't expounded on their work like going to 15-minute break three to four times a day excluding their lunch. Hiding in the aisle when the store is busy. Not packing down. Walking down aisles that definitely needs front-facing and just looking around.
And this pisses me off: getting at least 32 hours per week being like this. IN SPRING. IN D28. I don't know, but I do hope they are temporary.
To end this: any tips to become more petty?

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

we parked on a grassy incline at a business with a precarious parking lot in another state on vacation. after parking, we realized we were sliding in mud, and the back end of our vehicle very slowly slid and made contact with the one next to us. to minimize damage, we did not attempt to move the vehicle and instead intended to tow the back end off the vehicle. we discussed with the owner, and they agreed this was the best action. some kind strangers with tow gear offered to assist, but the other party insisted on a tow truck in order to also secure the front end of the vehicle. both parties agreed not to make a police report, and we exchanged insurance information before the tow came. the tow truck cost $350, which we begrudgingly paid for, and they ended up not securing the front end of our car and doing essentially exactly the same as the kind bystanders would have done. the other party seemed happy that there was hardly visible damage done to either vehicle and expressed that they felt bad about the $350 and acted like they would not take anything to insurance. for as little damage as there was, i also had no intention of filing a claim. however, we got a call from their insurance asking if we are filing a claim and asking for our claim number, which I don't understand. what do I do now? why did the other party's insurance call us instead of our insurance anyway? I was left with a scuff that rubbed off of my taillight and a very small paint chip out of my bumper. the other vehicle had about a quarter sized dent. we already did not have the cash to pay $350, and frankly we are not happy to pay whatever else is going to be thrown at us. the situation seems quite petty. the business mentioned that this had happened multiple times before, but no signage or blockades were in place to prevent vehicles from parking on the grassy incline.

For some reason I've been unable to find any other forums discussing this which means I need to come out of my lurker shell.
So I'm raising various animals and I'm having my pawns feed them corn, rice, kibble etc by making them critically prioritise a stockpile inside the pen. It seems like this is standard practice from what I can find in tutorials.
However, the INSTANT the animals even nibble the food, all of my haulers get distracted by refilling that 1 ounce of corn that was just eaten. So all my haulers are CONSTANTLY running back and forth trying to refill the farm instead of other important duties.
How can I prevent this from happening? I imagine I could use grass or hay or a low-maintenance food source but I really would prefer to use my current system except having them only feed the animals when the stack gets low rather than 24/7.

Hi, I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for a little over a year now. This is the first relationship both of us have ever been in. I grew up in a very religious household, while he grew up in an essentially secular household.
A year or two before we met, i’ve slowly started to unravel the deeply ingrained ideas that religion has taught me, and now i’m basically an atheist. Even though my attitude toward these ideas have changed, some things, such as sex before marriage, have been really hard to unlearn even though I know logically that there’s nothing immoral about it.
Right before the beginning of our relationship, I told him that I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to be ready for sex because of religion, and that he’d have to be ready to potentially wait years if he wanted it be with me. He told me he completely understood, and that he would be willing to wait for me.
A few months go by, and he starts to ask pretty frequently about sexual acts. Looking back at our first conversation, I wasn’t as vocal about everything as I would’ve liked- I really only talked about penetrative sex without talking much about any other acts. At this point, we’ve only really made out, and he would ask if I was ready for other things like oral sex. At the time, it wasn’t as big of a deal, and we eventually did do that, and I was comfortable with it.
Over time, he started asking about penetrative sex. I kept telling him that I wasn’t sure and didn’t know when i’d be ready, and he would keep asking. One day, I think I felt more ready to have sex, and told him about it, but then changed my mind. He was disappointed and upset, but I reminded him that this was something we agreed about at the start of our relationship. He apologized and told me again that he did want to wait.
He would ask me about sex multiple times after over the course of some months, and I kept telling him that I wasn’t sure when I’d be ready. He would sometimes say things like “you don’t have to be completely ready, it’ll be okay once you get it over with”. When we were intimate with each other, he would talk about how badly he wanted to have sex with me, and I would sometimes also talk about those fantasies too.
A similar situation to the one before happened where I told him again that I might be ready. He kept telling me that it was okay for me to back out if I wasn’t 100% sure, and later on, I backed out again. He became upset and didn’t talk to me for a few hours, and told me he was worried I didn’t find him attractive enough (he struggles a lot with self image issues, anxiety, and depression, and had an eating disorder). I told him that i did find him attractive, and that it was just what we had talked about at the beginning of our relationship that was stopping me from doing anything, and I reminded him that he told me he’d wait. He said something along the lines of “but what if I changed my mind”, and i’m not sure what happened later, but the conversation just kind of drifted off without an end.
Another month went by, and he started talking again about when I’d be ready for sex. I told him I wasn’t 100% sure, but was opening up more to the idea of it (which i’m not sure if it was because of his continuous asking or if I genuinely wanted to). There was one week where he was home alone for a few days, and I guess he kind of psyched himself up into thinking that that would be the time where we’d have sex. I also kind of in the back of my mind had the idea that might’ve been possible, but we never had mentioned it for that specific time. I ended up being on my period, and told him that I didn’t want to have sex on period, especially as the first time. He told me that he didn’t know when he’d be home alone again, and that it wasn’t a big deal. He also started to become a little upset, saying that it seemed like i didn’t care at all about it and that I would never say anything if he didn’t mention it. He also said again that I would never be 100% ready and that I should just get it over with, which really hurt me. I kept telling him that I just wasn’t ready, and eventually he stopped mentioning it.
I couldn’t really vocalize how i felt the days I was with him, so when I got home I wrote a paragraph about how I felt, being more blunt than I had been before. I told him that I wasn’t going to be ready no matter how many times he asked, and that it made feel pressured, rushed, and less ready when he did ask. I told him that it’s okay if he changed his mind about wanting to wait, but that I would never change my mind about having sex until I was 100% sure I was ready, and that it could be years and possibly not until marriage until I would be ready, although I would be starting therapy to help remove that mental block. I told him that if he wasn’t okay with that, then we should break up because there’s a clear imbalance in our wants in the relationship.
He told me that he didn’t want to break up, and that I made him really happy. He said that he doesn’t realize in the moment that he’s been pressuring me, but now that I’ve mentioned it, he sees how what he has been doing could be viewed as rushing. He aaid that he recognizes that asking over doesn’t do anything and that he wanted to refrain from asking him anymore wait for me to tell him when I was ready. He also said that he wanted to support me in healing from religious trauma, and that he really loves me and wants to be with me.
I really appreciate his apology, but at the same time, I still can’t help but feel bad, especially with the comments about “just getting it over with”. I also just never would’ve guessed he would be the type of guy to repeatedly ask about sex even when I said i didn’t want to. It also sucks because he’s always been aware and vocalized that he found men who pressured women into sex disgusting, and that he urges me to tell him if he ever does make me uncomfortable. But when I do in the moment, he keeps asking repeatedly, but if i tell him outside of a sexual context, he’ll apologize profusely and thank me for telling him.
I really do want to believe him, he seems genuine, but there were also other times where he’d say a vaguely similar thing. at the same time, I don’t think I was as up front as I was this time, so maybe that’s why he hasn’t been doing everything in the way I expected. It’s also his first relationship, so maybe he also thinks the things he says are normal? Maybe they are normal especially because there were times where I’ve switched up? Please let me know what i should do, any thoughts would be appreciated, thank you :)

I was drunk. My good friend was with me. We had both just gone through breakups and she decided to visit me to hang out and go to the state fair. We had been at the baclub for a while at this point. She was being bitter. My other friend came with us but he was being a debbie downer. I ended up being asked to dance so I did so. I was dancing with this younger black man with long dreads. He was teaching me to two step. Honestly, I was already drinking for a while, but I was having a great time. I kept checking in with my friend. She was on her phone a lot and I decided I wasn't going to just sit there while she texted some guy 2 hours or so away. That's when I decided to go dance.
To be clear, at no point was I black out drunk or out of control. I was buzzed and happy.
She mentions this guy she's talking to. She invites him to the bar with us. He was drinking with some friend of his. My friend and I sent them a bathroom mirror selfie not saying anything provocative or anything, at least not that I know of. Either way, he calls her at some point. He's there but his buddy wasn't allowed in...because he showed up to a country baclub in sweatpants. He was already drunk too. They are discussing this when the guy she invited (a man a few years older than us going through a divorce and custody battle...mind you we are somewhere around 22 and 25). I feel bad for him and we go out to the parking lot to talk with the friend and see what he wants to do. He says he is fine waiting in the lot. I don't know who, but someone was like well let's go get food so he can be included. So I was like sure and my friend and I get in our car, the guy she invited and his friend get into their own car with the plan that we all meet somewhere to get food. I don't remember the specifics of how it happened, but we didn't get food. I think the place they wanted was closed or something. Either way, she invites these two men that are strangers to me to MY apartment. I had a just over 500 sq ft studio apartment in a bad part of town. I had 3 bar stools, no couch, no where to sit, just my bed and the chairs. I wasn't comfortable with this but my opinion wasn't heeded.
We get to the apartment. I know I made a shot for everyone. The friend of the guy my friend invited wanted to drink all my alcohol basically. I told him no because I was a student and that shit's expensive. He wasn't about to wipe out all my liquor on his own. But my friend and the guy she invited say they're going to take a step outside to talk about something. I found out later they went to his truck to talk about them or whatever. Well, this means I am left with this asshole friend of the guy.
I had been sitting on my bed when my friend left the apartment to step outside. I had been trying to be polite and let my guests have the chairs. Some things get fuzzy here. I know the friend of the guy came and sat by me. He started trying to touch me and kiss me. I told him I wasn't interested and I didn't do hookups. He starts telling me about his baby momma and his kid. He said some stuff that made me think he was a bit of an awful person but I don't remember exactly what it was now. Anywho, he tries to sit right by me, a 110-120lb very petite girl. I try to move away while still being polite. He starts putting his hands on me. Sliding them up my shirt and trying to grab my chest. I tell him no and to stop. I say I'm not interested. He says don't worry he'll come visit me and we can go out later so it's not just a hook up. He knows where I live now so he'll come by after tonight. I don't like this. I keep telling him no and trying to get away. Things are getting fuzzy.
I know he grabbed my thighs. He tried to take my shirt off and undo my jean shorts. He kept rubbing on my vagina over my jeans. I kept saying no and trying to get away. He pushed me down and back so I was laying on my bed. I squirmed out and went to the bathroom. I tried to text my friend. She left her phone inside. I didn't know what to do.
I come out of the bathroom. He says how much he wishes I had come out in lingerie. I don't remember how but I remember I was on the bed again. He was on top of me, touching me, grabbing my chest, rubbing between my legs, pinning me with his weight. I tried to play friendly and get him off. Anything I could do to get it to stop. He wouldn't listen. Eventually he laid beside me and tried to get me to touch him. I was able to get up and get to my door.
My friend was in the front seat of the guy she invited's truck. I asked her when she was coming in and if she could come back in with me. I was so concerned with ruining her night. She had made it sound like it would just be a second. I couldn't stay outside, the area wasn't safe, let alone for a petite female. But my apartment wasn't safe now either. I know I ended up back inside. I tried to stay far away from the man inside. He would try to come onto me and touch me still. I got him to start just talking so he'd be distracted and stop. Eventually my friend comes in with the guy she invited. I remember the guys left.
I felt numb to what happened. I know if I reacted differently it would have been way worse. I kept him from getting my clothes off but I couldn't stop the ways he touched me. I couldn't stop the ways he grabbed me or made me feel uncomfortable in my own space. I told him to stop and articulated why so many times. I played dumb and sweet to get it to stop. It was like Josh again but worse and with a man I didn't know. Whose name I don't even remember. For some reason I feel guilt about it. Did I do something to make him think I wanted that? I said if they came it would be fun but I said that in an innocent way as in I knew my friend wanted to see this guy and I wanted her to be able to do so. Did he go home upset because some prude bitch wouldn't sleep w him when he went all that way? Did he think I owed him? Did I do something wrong? I don't know him. I don't owe him. I didn't control him coming down here or tell them to. I didn't want them in my apartment. I didn't want to be alone with them.
I feel that twinge of guilt still that I owed him when I think about this. I felt numb to it for a long time like it wasn't a thing that mattered. That's still how I see it mostly. Some of these details might be blurred. I don't know that I remember everything, which is weird because I wasn't crazy intoxicated, I was happy buzzed. My friend asked me a few times if I told her everything that happened. She said she felt bad once I finally told her what happened. But a part of me wonders if something more did happen and I just refuse to remember it. I don't know. A part of me says I should be flattered someone thought I was attractive. I should be flattered he wanted me. I know this wasn't right. I'm not okay with it, but why do I think of it like this? Why do I think something more might have happened? I was incredibly hungover the next day. Worse than ever before or ever since. It was awful. I wasn't drugged. I made the only drink I had while those guys were around. I don't know what all happened now. The details are fuzzy. Hell some of what I wrote may be me filling in gaps. I can't say for sure. I just know my friend and I haven't seen each other since. We barely speak. I had some discontent with her for this. It wasn't her fault but I couldn't see things the same. She was one of my closest friends. Why would she tell them to come over? Why would she leave me alone, clearly buzzed, with this strange guy in an apartment that had no where to go? His actions aren't her fault at all. I know I could never leave a friend in that situation though. I can't completely reconcile that someone that was supposed to be there for me and we were supposed to look out for each other would act as such.

Gun run: if I’m one tap and the person killing me is directly in front of you (no one else around) and their back is to you, please stop healing for one second and kill them.

I was drunk. My good friend was with me. We had both just gone through breakups and she decided to visit me to hang out and go to the state fair. We had been at the baclub for a while at this point. She was being bitter. My other friend came with us but he was being a debbie downer. I ended up being asked to dance so I did so. I was dancing with this younger black man with long dreads. He was teaching me to two step. Honestly, I was already drinking for a while, but I was having a great time. I kept checking in with my friend. She was on her phone a lot and I decided I wasn't going to just sit there while she texted some guy 2 hours or so away. That's when I decided to go dance.
To be clear, at no point was I black out drunk or out of control. I was buzzed and happy.
She mentions this guy she's talking to. She invites him to the bar with us. He was drinking with some friend of his. My friend and I sent them a bathroom mirror selfie not saying anything provocative or anything, at least not that I know of. Either way, he calls her at some point. He's there but his buddy wasn't allowed in...because he showed up to a country baclub in sweatpants. He was already drunk too. They are discussing this when the guy she invited (a man a few years older than us going through a divorce and custody battle...mind you we are somewhere around 22 and 25). I feel bad for him and we go out to the parking lot to talk with the friend and see what he wants to do. He says he is fine waiting in the lot. I don't know who, but someone was like well let's go get food so he can be included. So I was like sure and my friend and I get in our car, the guy she invited and his friend get into their own car with the plan that we all meet somewhere to get food. I don't remember the specifics of how it happened, but we didn't get food. I think the place they wanted was closed or something. Either way, she invites these two men that are strangers to me to MY apartment. I had a just over 500 sq ft studio apartment in a bad part of town. I had 3 bar stools, no couch, no where to sit, just my bed and the chairs. I wasn't comfortable with this but my opinion wasn't heeded.
We get to the apartment. I know I made a shot for everyone. The friend of the guy my friend invited wanted to drink all my alcohol basically. I told him no because I was a student and that shit's expensive. He wasn't about to wipe out all my liquor on his own. But my friend and the guy she invited say they're going to take a step outside to talk about something. I found out later they went to his truck to talk about them or whatever. Well, this means I am left with this asshole friend of the guy.
I had been sitting on my bed when my friend left the apartment to step outside. I had been trying to be polite and let my guests have the chairs. Some things get fuzzy here. I know the friend of the guy came and sat by me. He started trying to touch me and kiss me. I told him I wasn't interested and I didn't do hookups. He starts telling me about his baby momma and his kid. He said some stuff that made me think he was a bit of an awful person but I don't remember exactly what it was now. Anywho, he tries to sit right by me, a 110-120lb very petite girl. I try to move away while still being polite. He starts putting his hands on me. Sliding them up my shirt and trying to grab my chest. I tell him no and to stop. I say I'm not interested. He says don't worry he'll come visit me and we can go out later so it's not just a hook up. He knows where I live now so he'll come by after tonight. I don't like this. I keep telling him no and trying to get away. Things are getting fuzzy.
I know he grabbed my thighs. He tried to take my shirt off and undo my jean shorts. He kept rubbing on my vagina over my jeans. I kept saying no and trying to get away. He pushed me down and back so I was laying on my bed. I squirmed out and went to the bathroom. I tried to text my friend. She left her phone inside. I didn't know what to do.
I come out of the bathroom. He says how much he wishes I had come out in lingerie. I don't remember how but I remember I was on the bed again. He was on top of me, touching me, grabbing my chest, rubbing between my legs, pinning me with his weight. I tried to play friendly and get him off. Anything I could do to get it to stop. He wouldn't listen. Eventually he laid beside me and tried to get me to touch him. I was able to get up and get to my door.
My friend was in the front seat of the guy she invited's truck. I asked her when she was coming in and if she could come back in with me. I was so concerned with ruining her night. She had made it sound like it would just be a second. I couldn't stay outside, the area wasn't safe, let alone for a petite female. But my apartment wasn't safe now either. I know I ended up back inside. I tried to stay far away from the man inside. He would try to come onto me and touch me still. I got him to start just talking so he'd be distracted and stop. Eventually my friend comes in with the guy she invited. I remember the guys left.
I felt numb to what happened. I know if I reacted differently it would have been way worse. I kept him from getting my clothes off but I couldn't stop the ways he touched me. I couldn't stop the ways he grabbed me or made me feel uncomfortable in my own space. I told him to stop and articulated why so many times. I played dumb and sweet to get it to stop. It was like Josh again but worse and with a man I didn't know. Whose name I don't even remember. For some reason I feel guilt about it. Did I do something to make him think I wanted that? I said if they came it would be fun but I said that in an innocent way as in I knew my friend wanted to see this guy and I wanted her to be able to do so. Did he go home upset because some prude bitch wouldn't sleep w him when he went all that way? Did he think I owed him? Did I do something wrong? I don't know him. I don't owe him. I didn't control him coming down here or tell them to. I didn't want them in my apartment. I didn't want to be alone with them.
I feel that twinge of guilt still that I owed him when I think about this. I felt numb to it for a long time like it wasn't a thing that mattered. That's still how I see it mostly. Some of these details might be blurred. I don't know that I remember everything, which is weird because I wasn't crazy intoxicated, I was happy buzzed. My friend asked me a few times if I told her everything that happened. She said she felt bad once I finally told her what happened. But a part of me wonders if something more did happen and I just refuse to remember it. I don't know. A part of me says I should be flattered someone thought I was attractive. I should be flattered he wanted me. I know this wasn't right. I'm not okay with it, but why do I think of it like this? Why do I think something more might have happened? I was incredibly hungover the next day. Worse than ever before or ever since. It was awful. I wasn't drugged. I made the only drink I had while those guys were around. I don't know what all happened now. The details are fuzzy. Hell some of what I wrote may be me filling in gaps. I can't say for sure. I just know my friend and I haven't seen each other since. We barely speak. I had some discontent with her for this. It wasn't her fault but I couldn't see things the same. She was one of my closest friends. Why would she tell them to come over? Why would she leave me alone, clearly buzzed, with this strange guy in an apartment that had no where to go? His actions aren't her fault at all. I know I could never leave a friend in that situation though. I can't completely reconcile that someone that was supposed to be there for me and we were supposed to look out for each other would act as such.

In Michigan.
I know literally nothing about what to do to move forward. Long story short, sublet my rental due to incoming rent increase with the intention of them taking over the actual lease when renewal happened. They failed to pay rent for nearly 4+ months. I have a lease agreement with the tenants I sublet to. I was evicted since I was the leaseholder with the community resulting in them being evicted. Now I'm being billed over 20k for back rent, future due rent, damages, and legal fees.
I'm not sure what to do to move forward. Are there lawyers that work with people and can bill the failed tenants - I put in my lease with them that all legal fees are their responsibility if a legal route needs to be taken.
Post I had made with a little more detail regarding the situation, though I don't know if it helps shed light on it.
https://www.reddit.com/offmychest/comments/1d30ixp/made_a_naive_mistake_its_costing_me_everything/

Long story short, my old card was stolen in Mexico at gunpoint and charged me $599. I didnt report it until two days later because it was an old card. I checked my account when I came back to America and saw that it went through. Despite my new card being sent in the mail.

i last bought jeans before covid. since then almost all the styles have changed, the numbers on Levis mean different things and fashion is back in the 90's?
i need not quite slim jeans - i tried on a few types, i'm looking for something like a levi 511 but with a wee bit more room, they are bit to slim for me. the closest was h&m straight jeans, but i am very long limbed and they were to short, genuinely need a 34 length.
cost not really an issue, more the fit. any suggestions for brands or cuts would be most gratefully accepted.

I’m wanting an endoscopic brow lift but I’ve seen for many people that the results only lasted short term (6 months-1.5 years) before going back to their “before”. Can anyone share their endoscopic brow lift experience in the long term? And did you experience any hair loss/thinning from it?

My(37m) wife (34f) and i have been together for 17 years. Married for 9 with a 5 year old.For the past few years, my brain has been hijacked by alcoholism and subsequent depression. Though I love my wife deeply, I allowed my disease to turn me into a nasty,miserable person, especially towards her. She finally got to a point where she went to a lawyer and filled out papers for divorce. When I found out, I immediately quit drinking and checked myself into rehab. I'm 25 days sober currently and have no want or urges to drink, I just want my family back together.
She says she needs space and time to figure out if she wants to try any longer, but it feels like she's already moving on. I'm living at my mom's so she can have her " space," but everything in me feels like it's a mistake to do so. It's such a terrible purgatory to be stuck in. I'm trying to respect her wishes in hopes she does somehow want to reconnect, but I feel by being apart, I'm just letting the distance between us grow.
I've made so many positive changes in my short journey already, and I see everything in a different light now that my world has been taken away from me. This could be a great opportunity for us to fall in love with each other all over again and to build a better life and marriage. However, I feel like she's going to take this as a way out instead. I hope I'm wrong because I'm sure I can't bare life without her. Should I continue to respect her request or Should I fight even harder for our marriage? God help me and my family.
TL;DR :My wife doesn't know if she's going to give us another chance and the space she's asking for is killing me . Should I continue respecting her wishes or fight like hell?