Ronald mcdonald scholarship

Hello. I live in the state of California. Next week there with be a rally and march protesting paused funding increases that were supposed to have gone through to direct support pay workers who work with the developmentally and intellectually disabled community. With the passage of new fast food minimum wage increases, fast food workers will be making more than those who bathe, diaper, feed, supervise sometimes grown adults who often need constant super vision. These services were put in place to dismantle state hospitals/institutions which were sources of mass human rights violations. When the pay for these positions (usually $16.81-$18.50) can't even compete with Taco Bell ($20), that only leaves a few charitable good hearted workers who have the means, mostly unqualified workers (and some predatory workers) remaining.
I am requesting sfw images (can be shocking, but no nudity or gore) of:

• Ronald McDonald and Burger Kind Mascot sitting in a 1950's state hospital asylum ( please don't make them look scary or evil, instead make them emote feelings of emptiness, hollowness, sadness as any human would be in this place).
• Taco Bell workers sitting in a 1950's state hospital asylum.
• Hamburgers and French fries dressed as patients in 1950's state hospital asylum, in dark crowded room.

Look up real life photots "Christmas in purgatory" for reference.
The statement I'm going for is "Would you care more if fast food workers were the ones at risk of being neglected?" while referencing the very dark history of why these support services exist today.
I support everyone having a living wage, but the government has thrown the balance out of whack, and refusing to address it is leading to dangerous staff shortages, or it is forcing many families having to tip employees off the books, which is creating class disparity of who can get services.
Thank you.

I was just returning back from another interview. It has been the third one this month.
I failed to make the cut yet again.
Life hasn’t been easy for an ex-soldier with the economic downturn currently underway.
The COVID pandemic had also wiped out all my savings.
So I was open to securing any job that would help me pay my bills.
I hadn’t eaten all day and just passed by a McDonalds. It was crowded and I thought to myself, ‘Let me just order a takeout’.
I could see a few vehicles waiting in front of me.
There was a guy in his motorcycle honking incessantly demanding the customer in front to keep it moving.
He was a tall man with long hair and clearly looked edgy and irritable. Both his arms were heavily tattooed. He stepped down from his bike and started to walk towards the car in front of him.
I couldn’t make out what he way saying but I could see the conversation was getting heated.
I got down from my car and walked towards the biker guy.
As I got closer, the biker banged on the hood of the car and was pointing his finger at the man threateningly.
The guy in the car was looking a little alarmed. He had a young boy seated next to him.
The woman working at the driveway counter appealed to the biker to maintain his cool. He would hear none of it.
She then proceeded to call the police and this made the biker more irate. He snatched the receiver from her and hit her face with it. She fell backwards and started bleeding from the nose.
The biker then proceeded to turn his gaze towards the man in the car. He opened the door and dragged the guy outside.
He drew his hand back to throw a punch at him.
I caught his arm from behind and kicked him hard in the shins. He yelped in pain and let go of the other man.
He then turned back angrily to take a look at me. He was wearing a black jacket with the name Kenny embossed in front.
I said, “Listen Kenny. I have had a really bad day. So you either stop this madness or I am going to break your bones.”
He snarled and threw a punch at me with all his might. I swerved to the right and ducked just in time, causing him to miss completely.
Next, he whipped out a switch blade from his pocket and lunged towards me with it. I side stepped him and counterattacked with a punch to his plexus. He went down on one knee.
I caught hold of his knife arm and ordered him to drop it.
“Drop the knife kenny!! This is your last warning”, I repeated.
He started to fidget with his other arm around his shoe. I realized he had another weapon hidden in his sock.
So before he could attempt anything else, I twisted his forearm and landed a crushing blow to his elbow. It snapped into two and he lay on the floor yelping in pain.
By this point, other people came forward to intervene and help with the situation.
As Kenny was being led away by the police, he kept staring at me with madness in his eyes.
“I am coming back for you. This is going to be the biggest regret of your life”, he yelled.
I didn’t care and started going back to my car.
Then the man who was threatened by Kenny came forward and shook my hand.
“Hi. I am Rupert. That is my son Henry”, he said.
I waved my hand at the boy and he waved back.
“I would like to thank you for what you did for me back there”, he said.
“You not only helped me maintain my dignity but also helped me save face in front of my son”, he continued.
“This means a lot to me as a dad” he said.
I nodded in acknowledgement not sure what I was to add to the conversation.
He then reluctantly asked,” Is there anything I can do to repay the favour? Please feel free to ask . Anything. I would be most grateful.”
I thought for a moment. I could see the man was wealthy.
“If it’s not too much of an ask, I would appreciate a job if available. If you feel that is difficult, no problem. Forget I asked. No worries.” I said.
He smiled back at me warmly. He reached into his pocket and handed me a card.
“Please come to my office tomorrow. We can talk” he signed off.
From that moment on, I became the personal bodyguard and chaperone of his 8 year old son Henry. We immediately hit it off and became pals. I looked after all his son’s travelling arrangements.
We would also go to McDonalds every week for his favourite Burger and fries. I later learnt that his father was a very wealthy man who made most of his money during the dot com bubble.
I also became friends with the female employee at the driveway counter who had earlier been attacked by that biker punk Kenny.
Her name was Stella and it didn’t take very long for the two of us to start dating.
With a fulfilling job and a loving girlfriend by my side, my life was finally back on track. I couldn’t be happier.
And then one day - it all came crashing.
Henry and I as usual visited the McDonalds joint and I was surprised to see Stella missing at the counter.
I asked the staff about her and they said she hadn’t turned up today.
I thought that was weird. She had stayed over at my place and I saw her leave for work in the morning.
I tried calling her number but it was unreachable.
I dropped Henry at home and headed towards Stella’s apartment.
She had given me a spare key and I opened the door with it. Everything was in its place.
I tried her number again. It remained not reachable.
I decided to go back to my apartment to check if she might be there.
When I reached the door, I could see the lock had been smashed. The door was left slightly open.
I took out my side arm and slowly entered the apartment.
I could see a life size figure of Ronald McDonald the clown sitting on my sofa.
The famous mascot was sitting cross legged with one arm resting on the backrest. Just like how he likes to sit on benches outside McDonald outlets all across the world.
I was a little taken aback, but quickly switched on the lights to take a closer look.
As I moved closer, my knees buckled under my own weight.
It was Stella. She was the one who was dressed as the clown.
There were injury marks around her neck. She had been strangled to death.
I managed to call the cops while still reeling from the shock.
I also noticed her right hand which was resting on her thigh, was close fisted. When I pried it open, there was a crumpled piece of paper inside.
It read -
“She was really begging me for mercy.
Where was soldier boy when she needed him huh?
Boo Hoo….I’m Lovin It!!
I’m Lovin it!!
Signed Yours Kenny”
I could feel a surge of anger envelop me. And yet I lay there helpless.
Had it not been for the surveillance cameras at the entrance of my home, I would have been in jail by now.
The police could clearly see Kenny carrying Stella’s body and breaking into my apartment.
They put out a nationwide notice for Kenny and he’s been on the run ever since.
Even after 2 months following Stella’s death, the police were not any closer to catching the culprit.
But I did apprise Henry’s dad of the situation. His life was also at risk after considering what happened to my girlfriend.
But our collective worry was for Henry. We didn’t want to see him suffer for no fault of his.
So I started training Henry to take his own safety seriously. I devised multiple safeguards to keep him protected while being outdoors. Always ensured that I was personally there to drop and pick him up from school.
My boss appreciated all that I was doing for his son. He knew I had taken Stella’s death hard.
He was a generous and compassionate man and I liked working for him.
Although he did notice I wasn’t my usual cheery self anymore.
One day when I was waiting at the office, he tossed the keys of his new car at me.
“This should perk you up. Take her for a spin” he said.
“And also go pick Henry up from school”, he finished as he left for a meeting.
I got down to the parking lot, and there she was … waiting. The new Bugatti Chiron.
I opened the door and took the driver’s seat. The fresh smell of the leather upholstery was already lifting my spirits.
‘Boss was right! I am perking up’, I thought to myself.
I drove around the block and stopped by McDonalds to pick up the usual order for me and Henry.
I felt a tinge of sadness when I could no longer see Stella at the counter.
Anyways, I picked the order and started my way towards school.
As I went past the restaurant, I saw an old jeep parked by the side of the road. I didn’t think much of it at that moment.
When I reached Henry’s school, I parked the car a few feet away from the entrance. A couple of minutes later, I noticed the same jeep I saw at McDonalds go past me and park 20 mts in front.
I would have never given it a second glance had I not spotted it at the restaurant.
The jeep had 3 passengers. They looked like bikers with tattoos, beard and long hair.
And then there was Kenny standing behind a tree to avoid detection. But I spotted him.
He was gesturing towards them to get ready. I could see his Harley parked just a few feet away.
They were planning some kind of ambush.
The school bell rang and the children were already out on the streets.
I could see Henry at a distance in the courtyard. He was slowly making his way towards the gate.
I immediately called him on the phone and told him to go to the Principals office and stay there. I made it clear under no circumstances was he to venture out until I gave him the all clear. He understood.
He was safe as long as he was within the school’s premises.
The next thing to do was move to another location. The children were already pouring onto the streets, and the last thing I wanted was to see a child getting hurt.
I started the car and went past the jeep before taking the next turn. I kept driving.
Few moments later, the jeep caught up with me and the driver violently swerved towards the left causing me to go off course. My car came to halt.
The guys quickly alighted from the jeep and they were all armed to the teeth.
Kenny came in his motorcycle and stopped his bike a few feet ahead of me. He took out his shotgun and had it aimed straight at my chest.
The firing started before I even had the time to react.
I instinctively ducked for cover with my eyes closed.
But in my heart, I knew my time was up!!
As the seconds went by, even with all those bullets being sent my way - my body felt strangely light.
‘Am I in heaven already?’ I thought to myself.
I slowly opened my eyes and tilted my head upwards to take a peak.
And I realized I was sitting in an armoured bullet proof car.
The entire biker gang were mad with rage, doing everything possible to penetrate that thick armour plate.
Kenny was barking orders at his gang to continue the onslaught. He then pointed his finger at me and yelled, “I am coming for you.”
I looked down at the seat next to mine and saw the takeout I had ordered.
Just to piss him off even further, I took out my Big Mac and slowly took a big bite.
I sat there in gastronomic bliss savouring my burger, while being under a continuous hail of bullets.
The firing suddenly stopped. Kenny the psycho was livid as hell - to see me have a good time.
I looked him in the eye while I took a sip of my favourite milkshake.
And then, continued to chomp on my burger.
He looked a little crestfallen at how his plan was misfiring and then frantically gestured his troops to keep at it. The firing started again.
But it didn’t last long. They eventually all ran out of ammo and his buddies began to flee the scene, as we could hear sirens at a distance.
The attack had taken a toll on the car. But it managed to withstand all that damage. All that firing.
A life saver!
I looked at Kenny again. Only one thought was running through my head now.
‘My Turn’.
I switched on the ignition and rammed the car straight into Kenny. He hit the bonnet hard while the car continued to race forward.
He was clinging on to dear life with his outstretched hands desperately clutching at the sides of the car.
Next in the demolition line, was his prized Harley Davidson.
I hit it full steam and watched it smash to smithereens - with parts scattering all across the road.
Then, I hit the brakes and Kenny was sent flying 10 feet forward.
After impact, he slowly staggered to his feet - all bloody and bruised.
His face was swollen like an apple.
He was pleading towards me with folded hands to show him mercy.
‘This is for Stella. And She’s lovin it’, I said out loud.
I hit the accelerator again.

These mothers would die for Ronald McDonald no matter how many kid meals he sold

I am a rising senior in college planning on taking a gap year. This summer my main focus is studying for the MCAT which I plan on taking in August. I wanted some suggestions as to what I can focus on to make my application stronger. I want to accumulate more shadowing hours but I am conflicted as to whether I should try to obtain more research experience or continue with my clinical work. Please let me know if you have any suggestions :)

1. Shadowing (8 hours)
2. Dr. ***, Dr… (combine) - 8 hours
3. Clinical (500+ hours)
4. PCA at Cancer Institute - 475 hours
5. Hospital volunteer - 40 hours
6. Non-clinical (70 hours)
7. Book Pals volunteer - 10 hours
8. Ronald Mcdonald volunteer - 20 hours
9. Semester of Service - 50 hours
10. Leadership (100+ hours)
11. President and Chapter Founder
12. Tridelta chair of philanthropy St. Judes
13. Research (300 hours)
14. Wet Lab Lab Research Associate - 70 hours
15. Clinical Lab Research Associate - 230 hours ( no posters/publications )
16. Paid Work (500 Hours)
17. Nanny/ babysitter - 500 hours

Hi, everyone!
STEAMistic is recruiting volunteers for the 2024-2025 term! We are a youth-led group operating in Edmonton, AB with the goal of providing free Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts and Mathematics (STEAM) programming to youth across Edmonton. Despite operating in Edmonton, we have many positions open that can be completed virtually such as in social media and communications, and STEAM activity instructions video creation! To date, we have partnered with the Ronald McDonald House Charities - Edmonton and the Edmonton Mennonite Centre for Newcomers.
Applications are accepted on a rolling basis and is linked here: https://forms.gle/73hf8ukZaapGEiJp8
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If you would like more information or have any questions, please reach out via email to [contact@steamistic.com](mailto:contact@steamistic.com).
We look forward to your application! :)

Hi, everyone!
STEAMistic is recruiting volunteers for the 2024-2025 term! We are a youth-led group operating in Edmonton, AB with the goal of providing free Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts and Mathematics (STEAM) programming to youth across Edmonton. Despite operating in Edmonton, we have many positions open that can be completed virtually such as in social media and communications, and STEAM activity instructions video creation! To date, we have partnered with the Ronald McDonald House Charities - Edmonton and the Edmonton Mennonite Centre for Newcomers.
Applications are accepted on a rolling basis and is linked here: https://forms.gle/73hf8ukZaapGEiJp8
More information about available positions can be found here: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGBhxFB45Q/7LJXwR2XT5xUpGzUCN8soQ/edit?utm_content=DAGBhxFB45Q&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton
If you would like more information or have any questions, please reach out via email to [contact@steamistic.com](mailto:contact@steamistic.com).
We look forward to your application! :)

Hi, everyone!
STEAMistic is recruiting volunteers for the 2024-2025 term! We are a youth-led group operating in Edmonton, AB with the goal of providing free Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts and Mathematics (STEAM) programming to youth across Edmonton. Despite operating in Edmonton, we have many positions open that can be completed virtually such as in social media and communications, and STEAM activity instructions video creation! To date, we have partnered with the Ronald McDonald House Charities - Edmonton and the Edmonton Mennonite Centre for Newcomers.
Applications are accepted on a rolling basis and is linked here: https://forms.gle/73hf8ukZaapGEiJp8
More information about available positions can be found here: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGBhxFB45Q/7LJXwR2XT5xUpGzUCN8soQ/edit?utm_content=DAGBhxFB45Q&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton
If you would like more information or have any questions, please reach out via email to [contact@steamistic.com](mailto:contact@steamistic.com).
We look forward to your application! :)

Hi, everyone!
STEAMistic is recruiting volunteers for the 2024-2025 term! We are a youth-led group operating in Edmonton, AB with the goal of providing free Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts and Mathematics (STEAM) programming to youth across Edmonton. We have both virtual and in-person positions such as in social media and communications, STEAM activity instructions video creation, and in-person instructions! To date, we have partnered with the Ronald McDonald House Charities - Edmonton and the Edmonton Mennonite Centre for Newcomers.
Applications are accepted on a rolling basis and is linked here: https://forms.gle/73hf8ukZaapGEiJp8
More information about available positions can be found here: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGBhxFB45Q/7LJXwR2XT5xUpGzUCN8soQ/edit?utm_content=DAGBhxFB45Q&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton
If you would like more information or have any questions, please reach out via email to [contact@steamistic.com](mailto:contact@steamistic.com).
We look forward to your application!

Hi, everyone!
STEAMistic is recruiting volunteers for the 2024-2025 term! We are a youth-led group operating in Edmonton, AB with the goal of providing free Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts and Mathematics (STEAM) programming to youth across Edmonton. Despite operating in Edmonton, we have many positions open that can be completed virtually such as in social media and communications, and STEAM activity instructions video creation! To date, we have partnered with the Ronald McDonald House Charities - Edmonton and the Edmonton Mennonite Centre for Newcomers.
The application is linked here: https://forms.gle/73hf8ukZaapGEiJp8
More information about available positions can be found here: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGBhxFB45Q/7LJXwR2XT5xUpGzUCN8soQ/edit?utm_content=DAGBhxFB45Q&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton
If you would like more information or have any questions, please reach out via email to [contact@steamistic.com](mailto:contact@steamistic.com).
We look forward to your application! :)

1991 Senior Prank at my HS. The FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.

• Huge blowup Ronald McDonald (borrowed from the local franchise) sitting at the front of the school. A Senior had to promise he'd stay with it overnight
• A fullsize Phillips 76 Ball on the roof
• The body/frame of a VW Bug also on the roof!
• Toilet Paper and shaving cream for days
• Diapers spelling FROSHMAN in the bus lane

The Seniors did not get in trouble. It was legendary. Photos of our Principal with the two-story Ronald are in the yearbook.
The next year, the Seniors got even more creative. The administrators at our rival school were NOT as cool and had threatened their seniors with cancelling Prom if they tried any pranking. So, the Seniors at my HS rolled the shit out of their school but made it look like the their Seniors did it. Put their mascot and HS letters all over the place. 😂😂😂😂

I go to a pretty well-known private college without a meal plan nor traditional dining hall. Ask me anything if you wish

• we have small cafeteria, but it's mostly sandwiches and burgers and stuff at prices comparable to McDonald's essentially. No meal plan.
• freshman residence building has full kitchen in every room but rest of the residence halls only have kitchenettes.
• without meal plan, our residence hall hovers around $8900 per semester. Has a limited scholarship system just for dorms.
• city "campus" located. No real campus presence.
• school is very focused on academic side of things instead of social side.

How to Cure a Religious Addiction:
Replace God with McDonalds French Fries:
The American King James Bible: Written by his royal majesty, Ronald McDonald.
"Chinissus" Chapter 1:
1:1 In the beginning The McDonalds French Fries created the mustard and the ketchup.
1:2 And the ketchup was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the McDonalds Playplace. And the Spirit of The McDonalds French Fries moved upon the face of the soda dispenser.
1:3 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let there be light: and there was light.
1:4 And The McDonalds French Fries saw the light, that it was good: and The McDonalds French Fries divided the light from the darkness.
1:5 And The McDonalds French Fries called the light the dayshift, and the darkness he called the nightshift. And the evening and the morning were the first day of opening.
1:6 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the soda dispenser, and let it divide the soda dispenser from the waters on the floor.
1:7 And The McDonalds French Fries made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament with an out of order sign: and it was so.
1:8 And The McDonalds French Fries called the firmament, "Cuidado, Piso Mojado", or something like that, for it was written in Spanish. And the evening and the morning were the second shift dayshift crew change.
1:9 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let the soda dispenser under the air conditioner vent be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear after the floor is mopped up: and it was so.
1:10 And The McDonalds French Fries called the dry land floor; and the gathering together of the waters with the mop called he a clean floor for customers: and The McDonalds French Fries saw that it was good.
1:11 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let the menu bring forth burgers, the bun yielding seed, and the fruit smoothie machine yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the menu: and it was so.
1:12 And the menu brought forth burgers, and bun yielding seed after his kind, and the smoothie yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and The McDonalds French Fries saw that it was good.
1:13 And the evening and the morning were the third dayshift in the week.
1:14 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let there be lights in the soda dispenser near the air conditioning unit to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, so that customers may see what type of drink they can choose, for days, and years to come:
1:15 And let them be for lights in the firmament of the ceiling to give light upon the menu: and it was so.
1:16 And The McDonalds French Fries made two great lights; the greater light to rule the menu, and the lesser light to rule the dining area: he made the Playplace to be lit up also.
1:17 And The McDonalds French Fries set them in the firmament of the ceiling to give light upon the restaurant,
1:18 And to rule over the dayshift and over the nightshift, and to divide the light from the darkness: and The McDonalds French Fries saw that it was good.
1:19 And the evening and the morning were the fourth shift of the week.
1:20 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let the menu bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, yea, the filet of fish, and chicken nuggets that may not fly above the earth in the open firmament of the restaurant, as the chicken hath been made to be cooked.
1:21 And The McDonalds French Fries created great whales, fat people coming in from every corner, and every living creature that moveth began to move no longer. For the menu hath brought forth abundantly, after their kind, every nugget after his kind: and The McDonalds French Fries saw that it was good.
1:22 And The McDonalds French Fries blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the bellies of the customers, and let foul stenches fill the earth.
1:23 And the evening and the morning were the fifth day.
1:24 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let Ronald McDonald bring forth the advertisements after his kind, to feed the cattle, spawning creeping Grimace, and many beasts of the restaurant after his kind: and it was so.
1:25 And The McDonalds French Fries made the beast of the advertisements after his kind, and cattle customers after their kind, and every thing that creepeth within the restaurant after his kind: and The McDonalds French Fries saw that it was good.
1:26 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness, fat and happy: and let them have dominion over the Filet of fish, and over the chicken nugget of the fowl, and over the beef, and over all the restaurant, and over every Grimace that creepeth within the restaurant.
1:27 So The McDonalds French Fries created man in his own image, in the image of The McDonalds French Fries created he him; fat and happy, created he them.
1:28 And The McDonalds French Fries blessed them, and The McDonalds French Fries said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the Filet of Fish, and over the chicken nuggets, and over every living thing that moveth within the restaurant under the floorboards fried in the grease pit on accident.
1:29 And The McDonalds French Fries said, Behold, I have given you every bun bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every smoothie, in the which is the fruit yielding sweetness; to you it shall be served with beef.
1:30 And to every mooing cow, and to every chicken, and to every thing that creepeth beneath the floorboards that accidentally falls in the grease pit, wherein there is life, I have given thee the power to eat thereof and partake.
1:31 And The McDonalds French Fries saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth shift of the month.

This year (for some bizarre reason), our high school reunion was held in a log cabin deep within the Miskatonic forest. After driving for about an hour, I pulled into a gravelly lot next to a rusty, Chevy cavalier. A clown who looked an awful lot like Ronald McDonald got out and walked towards my car.
“They had the latest survival horror game at my mom‘s office party last night,” said the clown. “Great,” I said. “I don’t remember you. Were you class of 2000?” “No. I never went to High School; I was home schooled by pelicans.”

So I know a lot of larger companies have charities linked with them, like the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and the Ronald McDonald houses. What would happen to those charities if the parent company had their assets frozen? And has something like this happened before?

To start things off, I was always aware of our age gap and problems it may cause in our relationship.
My husband and I didn't meet until I was well into being eighteen, and he was twenty-eight. It didn't bother me much, as he doesn't act much older than me and I'd always felt older than I was due to having a ton of younger siblings, step siblings, and foster kids in and out of my mother's house growing up.
We got engaged when I was nineteen at a yungblood concert, and we originally planned to wait to marry until I was at least twenty. Plans changed when I decided to go into the air force, and we had to push up the wedding in order for him to eventually stay with me on base after basic training.
Fast forward a few months after we were married and I had left for Texas for training, I was injured during PT training and sent home. It was during the craziest parts of covid, so everything was on lockdown and they had strict rules about not keeping anyone on base for a long period of time if injured. I was medically discharged and sent home to heal and have potential surgery.
At the time, my husband was staying with his friend in the city we planned to move to. We already put down a deposit on an apartment when we found out I was going home, but due to Covid restrictions and eviction restrictions, it was returned to us and we were told we could no longer move in.
The first issue I was seeing when I got home was his disattention to me. I was gone for over a month and missed celebrating my twentieth birthday with anyone but the girls in medhold with me, so I was looking forward to spending quality time with my husband.
We went out to eat with his friend, his friend's girlfriend, and one of her friends. I felt like a fifth wheel during the meal, as I was sat at the end of the table instead of being at my husband's side where her friend was sitting. Most of the conversations didn't include me, and I ended up going back to his friend's place feeling let down.
The rest of the time we were staying with his friend, they wanted all of us to go mountain climbing, cliff jumping, and trekking through the woods as they lived in a nature-centered part of the area. (Keep in mind, I was just sent home for being injured, and I had both a knee and ankle brace on my right leg that prevented much movement other than some hobbled walking that was slower than a normal pace).
When I expressed that I wasn't comfortable doing those things and that I wouldn't be jumping thirty feet into a freezing lake when I could barely walk as it is, my husband got upset with me and eventually just left me there alone while they all went to hang out together.
Flash forward four years, it is now 2024 and we have a two-year-old toddler. I didn't end up getting surgery, and I spent nine months being sicker than I'd ever been in my life.
It was a really rough pregnancy for me, and I'd ended up in the hospital multiple times because I couldn't even smell food or step foot into our kitchen without throwing up.
That all went on until the beginning of my third trimester. We decided to travel back to his friend's place, and I was somehow roped into climbing cliffs, wading through treacherous water to climb another cliff on an island out in the middle of a lake, and sleep at the top of sand dunes in a tent on the ground a couple weeks before my due date.
I was then on antibiotics during birth, because my water broke and the hospital sent me home instead of keeping me. My son was born sick, and transferred to a children's hospital to be treated and receive a spinal tap. I ended up sleeping a week in a hard hospital chair in a leaking basement of the hospital because they didn't have enough space for us.
After we were home and everything was settled, my husband would brag about how difficult the whole situation was for him. He had to sleep on a futon during my labour, and he had to have food doordashed to the hospital because, due to covid restrictions, noone else was allowed in with us and he wasn't allowed to leave to get anything.
He ended up having steak, potatoes, and these other elaborate meals delivered to eat in front of me while I wasn't allowed to eat anything until the baby came out. He even thought about bringing his playstation into the hospital room, but I shut that down quickly.
The first year of my son's life, I went back and forth between staying home with him and working in the factory my husband currently works at while my grandma watched our son.
I won't get into too much detail, but at one point when my grandma moved back out of state (she lives in her camper and was only there for the summer), I had to switch to the afternoon shift.
There is a factory supervisor on that shift that is a male and close to my husband's age. Other than the other person in my same position and two maintenance workers, they only had migrant workers that didn't speak english. This limited the people I could talk to while working my twelve hour shifts (husband worked 3:30 am to 3:30 pm and I would work 3:30 pm to 3:30 am).
My husband got very jealous and territorial at this time. He would expect me to return nearly thirty minutes late from all my breaks, threaten to go up there if anyone told me I couldn't do that, and even punched a hole in the wall when I told him I had to get back to work.
Up until that point, my husband had shown no signs of aggression toward me.
Somehow, a rumour started to spread around the factory that I was sleeping with the production lead. This definitely wasn't true as a) how and where would I have done that? and b) I loved my husband and would have never done something like that.
My husband heard about it, and came home to confront me. He got in my face, screaming and calling me a cheater. He threatened to take our son and move back in with his mom without even letting me offer an explanation or defend myself.
To this day, it still bothers me that he is still so convinced that I cheated on him and that he has no trust in me whatsoever to not do something like that.
I ended up leaving that job and working at mcdonalds for a little while. I had worked there in high school, so it wasn't a big adjustment.
I only ended up staying there a few months to help us catch up on bills before we agreed it would be better for me to stay home with our son for a while.
Our son is two now, and it seems like our relationship has only become more strained. We used to be able to communicate most of our smaller issues and come up with ways to maneuver whatever issues we had. However, in June of last year, my husband's friend that we were staying with in the beginning moved across the state to be near us.
It was all fine and good in the beginning. He had proposed to his girlfriend, and they even asked the both of us to be in their wedding that has yet to happen.
However, once they got engaged, he'd began acting very sexist. Even though both he and his fiance work full time (he works down the road at the factory with my fiance, and she works forty minutes away at a hardware store and has to drive a long way at three in the morning to get there), he expects her to come home and clean up after him, also cook his meals before she goes to bed early to get up really early in the morning for work the next day.
My husband, now hanging out with him more often, started having some of these things wearing off on him.
At first, it wasn't a big deal and I brushed it off. However, I'd gotten a job as a property manager for an apartment complex and also work now. Instead of things changing to adapt our new lifestyle, my husband expects me to continue keeping up with all the chores and cooking.
He'd made a comment that, because he feeds our dogs, he expects me just to do everything that involves our toddler from feeding him, to changing his butt, to putting him to bed at night. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get him to change his butt or even get pants on him.
We'd gotten into an argument over this, and I told him that it wasn't fair that he expected me to do everything. His response was that he made more money and worked more hours, so it was only fair that I covered everything else.
Sure, I don't work as much or make as much money, and my paychecks mainly cover our son's daycare and our car payments, but I feel like working doesn't excuse him from helping with the son we both decided to have.
It's gotten to the point where I told my husband that if any sexist remark is made, like I should be in the kitchen helping get dinner ready whenever we're at his friend's house, I will be leaving and going back home, and I won't be going back until it is resolved.
The friend's fiance and I have had private conversations about this, and we both agree that it has gotten out of hand, and we both believe they are feeding off each other as they'd never been that bad before.
Everything has only seemed to get worse from there.
We decided to go as a group, along with my brother and his girlfriend, to the draft in Detroit this year.
The whole point was to see players get drafted in person, and we'd managed to get into the crowd in front of the stage before the area was shut down and they weren't allowing anyone else in.
My brother is an avid football fan. He played in high school, and was even offered multiple scholarships to play in college. This was a once in a lifetime experience for the both of us.
At one point, my husband and his friend decided that they would rather stand at one of the screens out of the crowd and watch it instead of trying to get into the sea of people to see it live.
I was frustrated, and expressed that if we wanted to watch it on television that we should have just stayed home. After a heated argument, I thought we'd come to the agreement that we'd go back to the stage and watch it there.
My brother lead us through the crowd, and at the beginning my husband and his friend were following us. Somehow, we'd gotten separated and when I looked back once we found a spot to stand, they were gone.
My phone rang in my pocket, and when I picked it up it was my husband calling. As soon as I picked it up, he proceeded to scream at me for disappearing and called me a "stupid bitch" when I tried to explain that I thought they were following us.
He hung up, and I told my brother I was going to go look for them alone. I spent a good twenty minutes wandering the area that was barricaded, but they were nowhere to be found. I no longer had signal to get ahold of him, so I ended up just going back and watching the beginning of the draft with my brother.
By the eighth pick, texts started to come in from my husband. He had informed me that they all left, leaving the three of us alone. Luckily, I'd driven separate as I left work early to get there.
By that point, I was done with him. I felt disrespected and that hanging out with his friend was more important than making sure his wife was okay or even with him. After all, I was wandering downtown Detroit alone when it was starting to get dark out.
When the three of us inevitably got back to the car, I got ahold of my husband just to let him know we were on our way home. He tried to apologise and ask how everything was, but I was too exhausted and mad at him to try and hold a conversation. He was asleep by the time I got home, and I ended up sleeping in our spare bedroom on a futon.
The next day, my husband tried to act like nothing happened. When I expressed that I felt ignored and pretty much useless to him, he tried to play it off like his anger was warranted and completely ignored the fact that he was calling me names.
I told him that I was no longer going to any big events with him and his friend, and he just rolled his eyes like he didn't believe me.
A day later, I saw a message pop up on his phone from his friend. I guess he had told him what I said about not going anywhere anymore, and his friend said "women" with an eyeroll emoji and "she'll get over it eventually". I screenshotted these messages and sent them to myself, filing them away in a folder in my phone to keep for later.
I slept in our spare bedroom for a week after that.
After the draft, I've also kept notes in my phone with time and date stamps of all the times he went off on me since then. Whenever we get into arguments, my mind goes blank and I forget exact things like this so he likes to say it never happened if I can't remember it.
April 27th, we were sitting watching videos together on tiktok. When someone popular came on that he had been watching a lot recently, I exclaimed that I didn't understand how he got popular all of a sudden. He proceeded to get really agitated and yell at me for not understanding how the internet works. When I stood up to walk away because I was upset, this angered him more. He then expressed that my emotions were overrated and that he was sick of them.
May 2nd, I had gotten home from work and tried to show my husband an outdoor jungle gym on amazon that I thought would be cool to get our son. He claimed it was a waste of money and that we should just take him to the park. When I tried to explain that it was a better idea to get something like this, as realistically we wouldn't take him to the park every day, he freaked out and asked what was wrong with me. He then said "oh my god" when I tried to explain that it would be easier to watch him outside while getting stuff done around the house and decided to just go to bed without dinner and end the conversation completely.
May 5th, we went with his friend and fiance to a cinco de may party in the city. He was drinking most of the day, and on the way home he wanted us to stop some place and get ice cream. When he got out of the car, he hit it against the car next to us. When I told him he'd hit the car, he proceeded to yell at me in the crowd that I was crazy and acting like my mother. He then kept trying to go to the woman in the car and ask if he had, in fact, hit her car. After, he said he was done with me and I was on my own, that I would have to start paying my own bills from now on.
There's been many other entries in my notes similar to this, and I feel like I'm at the end of what I can handle. Divorce has crossed my mind, but I had divorced parents growing up and know how hard it would be on my son. I also don't think I'm in a well off financial position to go out on my own with our son and still provide the things he needs.
I also worry that, if we were to separate, he would push to take our son from me as he'd threatened in the past to do so.
Any advice would be helpful, as I don't know what else to do. Even getting this all off my chest online makes me feel a little better, but there's still the lingering thought in the back of my mind that I'm unhappy and don't know how much longer I can put up with this.
Thank you.

Hi everyone, I recently graduated college and will be applying to med school in May 2025. I wanted to get your opinion about what would be the most beneficial thing to focus on during my gap year to be a more well-rounded applicant. I need to take the MCAT (too busy to study while I was in school), but I want to make the most of the year before application, instead of just studying.
Physiology major at state school, 4.0 GPA. Planning to take the MCAT in January 2025, goal is 515+
Clinical: 1250 hours as a cardiology medical assistant - Planning to continue working part time thru the year
Research: 600 hrs as undergrad research assistant in a sleep lab. Also wrote an honors thesis, which I presented at my department's undergrad research symposium. Possibility of publishing. - Thinking of quitting my MA job and becoming a clinical research coordinator after finishing the MCAT so I can make more money and get more research hours. Would love opinions on this.
Shadowing: 20 hours (15 family medicine, 5 general surgery)
Leadership: 60 hours human anatomy lecture TA
Volunteering: 120 hours homeless shelter, 60 hours on campus food pantry, 40 hours vice president of on-campus org than ran after-school play-based math program at local elementary school-- in charge of recruitment of college students. 20 hours as a mentor & site leader for said math program, 100 hrs crisis text line, 20 hours hospice, 30 hrs ronald mcdonald house. - These are all in my college town (except for CTL and hospice, both of which I don't want to continue) and I am moving, so can't continue at same orgs.
Jobs: other than MA, 500 hrs online pickup shopper at Walmart during summer between my freshman and sophomore year.
Hobbies: nothing cool. just watching terrible reality tv and cooking lol. Will start rock climbing tho :)
If it matters: Will apply to MD schools. ORM female (South Asian), Colorado resident with ties to North Dakota.
Any tips on weak points & what to focus on would be greatly appreciated. Thank you in advance!