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I have an appointment, I haven't been over there other than to visit family in the hospital, in like 12 years, that has unfortunately been mostly at the cancer center where they have their own parking. My appointment is in Janeway tower, and so much has changed over there.
-Can I still be dropped off right at the door of the tower?
-Are there clear signs to follow?
-Will my mom have to pay to park still? She's planning to run an errand in the area whilst I'm seen.
The map on the website says to park in deck A and enter at floor M or call for a golf cart but I've heard that can take over an hour. I just called a few times over the past hour to try to have my questions answered but nobody is picking up. I have limited mobility so I'd rather be dropped off and walk up myself if I can, especially since I can't even get them on the phone to answer a dang question!
Thanks! Just trying to ease my anxiety and be prepared!!

Octopus says that my energy use is predicted for the monthly total at £116. I live alone in a 1 bed flat (Gas and Electric)
I literally never use the heating or hot water ever. Like hardly at all. My adoptive mother pays £106 with Scottish Power and she literally lives in a 3 bed house as a family of 3 and has heating on regularly and works from home
Am I doing something wrong? Why is my energy usage so expensive? And ever since I moved to Octopus I have had nothing but bother with them saying one thing then doing another, my energy was not this high with OVO. They keep saying it’s because I’m new but I joined a year ago now. I’m on the flexible tariff and I’m bewildered at how I supposedly use that much electric.
They keep messing with my bills and saying my meters are not getting signal too but they won’t replace them, they aren’t sending any gas readings at all and they keep sending random bills every few months instead of sending a combined gas and electric bill monthly. I am really at my wits end now and considering changing. I’ve never had this problem before

I'm 18F, 155 cm (a little over 5ft) tall and currently weigh 48 kg (105lbs) so I'm still at normal weight. During the last couple of years my mom has lost a lot of weight by exercising and having better eating habits. Her medicine has reduced the feelings of hunger so she has eaten less than before. Now she gets compliments from family and friends about how she's lost so much weight.
Some time ago I also decided to start losing weight to look good on my graduation. It didn't go according to plan so I've lost only 2 kg (4.4 lbs) since last fall (starting weight 50 kg (110 lbs). I've gained a little bit of muscle on my legs and lost some fat overall. Unfortunately it's not very noticable.
Of course I'm happy that my mom is healthier now but it sometimes pisses me off. Like one day me and my parents were having pizza and my dad asked whether we wanted more before putting the rest in the fridge. A simple "no" wasn't enough for my mom, she just had to say "one slice was enough for me, I ate so much at work." Like WTF? You were the one who wanted pizza in the first place why would you want it if you're not hungry?! Maybe it was just an excuse to flex on me because I ate like 4 or 5 slices. Maybe she once again ate some shitty porridge in the morning and nothing at work and wanted to show off how she's not a fucking pig like me. The next day when I thought about it, it made me cry and almost feel sick. I'd never felt so shit in my life. I hate to say it but cutting myself at that moment was like drug.
Some other instances are for example when we're like "there's still some food left" (for one person) and she's like "nahh I'll have some yogurt". Bitch eat the food I don't want to eat it tommorow! I want a healthy low calorie breakfast and then a warm meal and I would like to eat it fresh especially if I'm the one who's made it. Me refusing food and eating healthier stuff instead would never fly but my mom has different rules apparently.
I don't know if it's her meds or what but she has been throwing up more than before. Not much, maybe like once a month or something but it too pisses me off. A few days ago she was doing some yard work outside when she went to the toilet to throw up just as I was about to go on a walk. Maybe she had yet again eaten too little and thus felt sick or maybe she did it on purpose. The toilet is next to my room so I conviniently heard everything. Anyway it pissed me off because she just nulled everything she ate that day while I had to go on a walk for 3 hours to burn 500 cals. I've wanted to throw up many times but never actually done it because it's disgusting. One time I squatted in front of the toilet for 1.5 hours just to end up gagging a few times while occasionally going to the window to see if parents were coming home yet. The next day my legs were sore like I had been to the gym.
She also sometimes complains about not feeling well and sighs very annoingly. If you're not feeling good then just eat! Eating is the easy part, not eating is the hard part. Why does everyone else has to know that you're feeling sick for eating only once yesterday. Like, when I start skipping breakfast my dad immediately hits the roof but doesn't say anything about my mom. When I don't eat I definitely just keep it to myself.
It's kinda scary that I'm having such mean thoughts about my mom but I feel like I have to let it out. She's a good mom and I love her but she (and dad) pisses me off so much. I wish I could move out so I could decide what I eat, when I eat and how much I eat.
Some day people will admire how I've lost weight. Some day they will feel sorry for me. Some day I will be better than everyone else. We both already have a mood disorder but only one of us gets to be skinny. Eating problems is not a spot I am willing to share.

I hate 2020, 2021 , 2022, 2023 and 2024 because people treate and others like crap people ai scream and yell ate and others and people arguing and my mom used to argue withe I have enough of it .
I can't even find a job andy family can get jobs and I can't get one I applied everywhere they think I am lazy and don't want to work and they think I am not trying I am tired of hearing it all the time I do want to work the thing is stopping me is I have social anxiety. I hate these 4 years of my life everyone is treatinge horrible. I wish I was in a better family that who cares about me .
Nobody never invites me no where I am alone most of the time it stresses out people always excluded me.
Everything I do is not good enough people say I don't clean the house up when I do they complain about doing all the work I use to hear it fromy mom and every person I lived with say the same thing I hope I get to live alone for the rest of my life I can't do it anymore when people lived withe they don't clean up I take the blame for it when I live with people they say I don't clean up it's making me very mad 😡😡😡😡😡.

Dear Gambling Addiction,
I love to write so I thought I would write you a letter today. It has been almost 16 years since we last met, and to be honest, I don't miss you one bit.
There was a time when you were the only thing that mattered. I would do anything for you. Lie, cheat, steal, not eat, not sleep, or anything really. When I say you were the only thing, you were. I was obsessed with you. You plagued my thoughts and made me feel things that were uncomfortable.
Prior to being introduced to you, I was a moral person. I liked helping people and I was happy. I had friends, good relationships with my family, people trusted me, I worked, and I had money to pay my bills.
When you entered my life on my 21st birthday, I was partially intrigued but mostly I was frustrated. I lost $20 in about one minute on a craps table. I wanted my $20 back because I was not clear on why I lost the money. And the game of craps did not make sense to me. I thought if I was going to gamble again, I would play slots. So much easier and all I had to do was pull a handle.
In these very early stages, I did not think about you much. I believe though that you were there in my brain maybe trying to figure out how to get me more engaged. Maybe you were there attempting to entice me with needing to win back that $20.
A few years later, I found another friend to spend my time with and their name was cocaine. Well, living in Las Vegas when one could not sleep because of the drugs, the casinos were there with bright, flashing lights and the intrigue of winning money. So I met you again, and discovered that playing video poker machines was a great way to spend my time while high.
This was the start of our relationship that lasted quite a while.
In the beginning stages of my addiction with you, I was able to have some fun and enjoyed most of the times I had with you. Over time though, you consumed my soul. I did not care whether I lived or died. I just needed to be with you and I loved only you.
Our relationship lasted 14 years in total with breaks during some of that time, but even when I was not playing, I was still thinking about you. Wondering how I could get together with you again. Money was usually the main reason why I could not connect with you, but I also found it more challenging to find places to visit you.
Honestly, over time my relationship with you became rather tedious and boring. I started to feel like I might need to separate myself from you. I did not know why I was feeling this way, but on some level I just wanted something different for myself. I was tired of lying to people about you, and I was getting frustrated with being broke all the time. There was also this emptiness that even you could not fill. Most importantly, my real relationship with my husband was beginning to suffer. I did care about him and he really became more important than you. Sometimes I felt like I cheated on him with you. I do believe that my moral compass was questioning all that I was doing with you, and it just was beginning to not feel right.
On June 24, 2008 I decided to end my relationship with you. This was a very hard thing for me to do. After all, you were the only important thing in my life and I just wanted to be with you as much as possible. But on a sleepless night in June, I was watching my husband sleep and felt this overwhelming desire to be with him and not you. I felt like I could no longer lie to him about us. These feelings were quite overwhelming too almost to the point of if I didn't tell him about us, I might go crazy. There were just so many emotions running through me, and I decided to break it off with you. When he woke up, I told him everything about us.
June 24, 2008 was the best day and the hardest day of my life! I knew that once I told my husband everything that I would need to let you go. It was definitely a hard decision to make but I could not go on living or being with you.
The first few days of not having you in my life were a whirlwind of emotions. I do not recall another time when I cried so much. As I talked to others about us, I did start to feel better. And I went to meetings where others were talking about their own relationships with something similar to ours. The details were different but similar in that all of us wanted to end our relationships.
Over the weeks and months that followed, I continued to go to meetings and was learning to live without you. I had a lot to process and many feelings to address. Fortunately I had a lot of support from family and friends, but I did have to work on regaining their trust. When you cheat, people do not easily trust again. And I had to give up my finances to my husband. That was okay because I simply did not want to see you again or be tempted by you. Without access to cash or credit cards, it was just a little bit easier to let you go.
I also found that I needed to give up some control over certain things. First it was the finances. Then I discovered letting go was also needed. I started to let go of things that I could not control, and fixing the things I could. My focus was specifically on how to rebuild after a tumultuous relationship with you.
I worked every day to learn to live without you. I learned to feel my feelings and process them instead of covering them up by playing with you. I learned how to think more productively and to make goals for myself. I learned how to manage my finances and I was slowly regaining trust from my husband and others.
The work was hard but I kept going. I just did not want you in my life any longer, and no matter how I felt or what I thought, I was not going to re-engage with you. I was working a program of recovery and very proud of each day that I did not want to be with you. There were some days I thought about you, but it ended there. Just thoughts that were quickly replaced with all the positive benefits of not having you in my life.
All these years later, I still think about you but not in the ways you would want. I just have thoughts about how wonderful my life is without you. I have no urges to see you, and nothing that I can think of would bring me back to you. I have too much to lose now.
In a way, I do thank you for being in my life. I believe I am a better person for knowing you. You taught me what a person is capable of during a relationship with you, and with that, I can help others now. Our relationship also opened my mind to the human spirit and how resilient we really are. We can overcome great obstacles and learn to live without you or others like you.

It's advised to throw away rice that's been left at room temp for a couple hours. As an Asian, me and my family have never done this, and we're still here.
Same with pizza. Leaving it at room temp overnight ain't gonna kill you.
If a particular item's use by date has gone, some people will immediately throw it away because the packaging says so, as opposed to actually inspecting the item for things like mould.
You get the idea. In my opinion, some people are way too strict about things like this.

I’m not sure if this is the right community for this but here goes. A family member is asking for money to make a payment to the Family Responsibility Office, for child support payments they owe from many years ago. The reason they gave for making the payment now is: their car was stolen, the police recovered it but won’t give the car back until the full payment is made. They only have until early June to make the payment. They didn’t say what happens if they don’t make the deadline.
I read on the Ontario government website that there are various ways the FRO enforces payments. Is it true that the police can withhold a car until the payment is made?

I know people say to always take your spouses side, which I do publicly but privately I just think mine is wrong. When my mom got a new job 6 months ago, I agreed to stay in Vegas with my brother (16M) for a dance competition for two days because she wouldn’t have enough PTO for the whole week. My husband and I normally go visit his friends and then my parents, but this year Vegas would replace that if my husband wanted to join. My brother will be gone all day and while we initially were supposed to stay the night with him twice, it’s now just one night and would total ~12 hours since we would land that evening, then my husband and I would get our own room.
All hell has broken loose at the concept of us staying with my brother, with my husband saying my parents are bad parents for not being able to take those days off, calling my mom names, saying it’s ridiculous he can’t stay alone, etc. He decided he didn’t want to go, so we planned to go somewhere just us two before seeing his friends and is blaming the stress of changing flights on my parents because he doesn’t want to go to Vegas under the circumstances. He is also upset that if he doesn’t go to Vegas he will have to take care of our dogs alone for two days.
I personally don’t think it’s wrong to not want my brother staying alone and am excited to see him and go to a new place. My husband called me a doormat because I offered to do this without being reimbursed and am helping for the sake of helping and is berating my parents to me about thinking he’d stay in a room with my brother, not paying for our flights (that cost the same as if we just flew straight home from his friends) and not paying for him a separate room. We are probably financially better off than my parents, so I don’t want/expect that.
This is something I want to do, not a chore and my husband will accept no defense of my parents. Am I in the wrong here? He’s mad that I can see my parents side and that I asked him to not call my mom names, saying that he can’t speak his mind anymore. Am I just crazy?
Background: I was going whether my husband was off of work or not, I just figured he would like to come if he is off. He grew up extremely wealthy and his parents bought me a car & pay for some of our expenses, but have a weird dynamic when it comes to showing love without money. My family is the opposite and he doesn’t understand. He and my mom have also done things that have upset the other and he has a lot of animosity towards her (he screamed and cussed her out on the phone and her’s was that she got blackout drunk and called him an idiot for ordering an uber too early).
To add: they can’t guarantee adjoining rooms at the hotel and a 2 bedroom room isn’t financially feasible

My family and I have lived in an apartment in NYC for free with permission from the owner of the building for the past 7 years. At that time, I was 18 facing eviction because my parents lost their jobs. My friend and his mom who I'm very close with got us an apartment for us to stay in and get back on track. I got back into college (which I had to drop out from during the eviction) and things were getting better.
Ultimately, time passed, and with COVID I had to drop out of college again as my parents got sick (they're older), I had to take care of them and work at Uber eats for money to feed us. This entire time no rent was paid to the family, but I did and continue to pay the apartment's electric bill, which is in the building company's name not ours due to there being no lease. I thought this might be a paper trail I would need at some point to prove I lived here for so long, so kept paying it even though it's a business "non residential" account.
Of course we weren't the only ones impacted from COVID as people's situations changed, our friends family is no longer as well off as they were. Now my parents live off their social security, and I'm back in college. I was able to save money that whole time to go to school without as much debt so I'm very much appreciative of my situation and the people that helped my family. I don't want any bad blood between us.
In recent years, we have been told by workers of the building and the management that we have to go, to which I speak to my friend about, and was assured everything was fine and not to worry. However today again, we were told to call the management company or my friends mom as "they want the apartment back" Nothing in writing has been given to us about this situation yet.
My questions are: What legal rights do I have in NYC as a tenant/resident in this situation? What legal rights do the Landlord and management company have? Do regular eviction proceedings apply in this situation, or can it all be bypassed since we never paid rent and, if permission would be revoked to stay here, could we be thrown out at any moment?
I am most definitely going to speak to them and see what they say, and what is going on. I am still good friends with their family, and am confident an agreement can be made whether that's now signing a lease or paying something. I am just uneasy with them knocking and saying we have to go, I'd like some legal advice as well.
Thank you for reading all this.
Tldr I have lived with permission of a family friend/landlord to live In a NYC apartment for 7+ years. What are my rights as a tenant if permission is revoked? Could I be thrown out without proper eviction proceedings (legally)?

I (25f) live in the basement apartment of my parent’s house. I pay a modest rent and buy most of my own groceries but often eat with them. My parents and I are pretty close. My issue rn is that my mom offered my apartment to some family friends for 2 whole months this summer without asking me first. Just said to me later ‘oh yeah I offered your apartment to them for July and august, hope that’s okay.’ Im so pissed because if she had asked me first I would have declined. I deal with mental health struggles and need my personal space to feel normal and now I have to give it all up for the summer because she just decided it was okay to boot me without asking first. The family friends accepted and are now planning to move in with us.
I’ll be clear; they are not poor. They just sold their house for like 3 mill and didn’t want to have to spend 4k a month to rent a place here for the summer, but they can totally afford it. They are great people but I won’t feel comfortable having them around constantly and I just know this is going to affect my mental health: it actually already has.
Now I have to move out of the apartment and move into my parent’s spare bedroom/gym. Great.
Not looking for advice really because it’s too damn late to say no (not that I really had a choice). I’m just pissed off that they just decide things about my apartment without consulting with me first. If I were to back out now I’d be the bad guy.

For context me and my now EX got together back in highschool before covid and were pretty deeply in love for a very long time. However, that all changed when she went too college. We had talked over and over and over again about different options and ways to progress our lives after school, and she chose, more school. which would have been fine if not for the fact that I did not want that for myself, and, she has horrifically strong fears about commitment. I blew up, and we went on a break. We ended the break, she went to school. Over the past 2 years she has been in the same sort of on and off again mindset in our relationship, With EVERYTHING (Sex, Sleeping together, Communication, Visiting). She would have weeks and months where it seemed fine, and then similar periods of time where she just wouldn't. during this period I have been through emotional termoil due to a significant series of losses in my family (6 members at various ages) and channeled a ton of my energy into the relationship. Towards the end, I was holding it together via strings. I was the only one communicating, consoling, or working on anything. Then around a month ago, she broke it off with me. She told me that she had never quite managed to forgive me for the way I reacted to her decision to choose school over me, and that she wanted the best for me, but we couldn't be together. With my head fully in the coolaid of course my first reaction was to win her back. So I started to work on myself, process my grief, and begin progressing my life. Though as I work through that process, I cant help but feel as if I don't want it back. I was a one man workhorse, who committed everything to her. She, just was along for the ride. She had to sacrifice nothing, sit there, and reap rewards; and she still broke it off. I am so upset, because on one level we planned a future together. However, she was never ever committed to actually making that happen. The worst part is that if I did go win her back with personal growth, she would have 0 incentive to do it in kind. The big kicker is that the catalyst of the breakup was that I am moving out of our hometown soon and visiting me in another city would be the first real commitment to our relationship she would have ever had to make. Methinks that it scared her, and pushed her to make this decision. This is corroborated by the fact that she has issues retaining friendships once they reach a certain point because she sees a flaw and get stuck on the flaws until she pushes them away completely "Besties" become "Assholes" in a period of days or weeks consistently. It just kinda feels the same, but instead splayed out over a longer period of time because she does legitimately love me.
So while on one hand I feel completely dicked over by the relationship and like I wasted my time (and will continue wasting my time by pursuing her), on the other I belive in her capacity for growth. I have seen it happen, and I feel like if I were to get back on good terms with her I could help us get there. I have a newfound clarity on these older issues, and I feel like I could at least offer her a perspective that could help her to change for the better, and actualize our future. The really difficult bit is knowing whether to double down or cash out. Cause this miraculous scenario I have cooked up in my head feeds the hopeless romantic in me, but the skeptic says that I should just move on. I've been in Spain for these last couple of days and have been posting pictures on my Instagram story, and she has viewed every single one. The thing is that she doesn't follow me, and has had to go out of her way to view them. I'm choosing the interpret this as a sort of second thoughts and maybe in interest in where I am at. I do want her back. she is all I have wanted for years. I had an unhealthy obsession with her perpetuated by the short term dopamine she gave me being the way I treated my own grief. I have gotten over this recently, yet my love for her remains. I want to heal and start again, but I don't know if she will in kind.
TLDR: My partner of 4 1/2 years (20F) broke up with me (20M) while in a period of long distance. We both had issues and I want to grow and give it another shot, but don't have confidence she will reciprocate in terms of growth.

Hi,
TLDR: looking for advice for 'deep recovery' from autistic burnout, venting/rambling a bit about my situation
Sorry for the long post, my life hasn't been great the last few years and I'm hoping that if I describe it in detail then someone might have some advice for where to go next, or be able to tell me if I'm missing something obvious. I've bolded the bits where I'm asking for advice.
I (24F) am not officially diagnosed with aspergers or anything autism related, but am recovering from what I suspect is autistic burnout. I had symptoms of moderate to severe CFS last summeautumn but am slowly recovering from it without any major crashes. When I read the description of autistic burnout I identified with it completely. The loss of skills and extremely reduced tolerance to stimulus on top of the fatigue is something I have really struggled to describe or explain to people (not helped by the loss of skills i.e. barely being able to put a sentence together to speak to someone). I've read Strong Female Character and Aspergirls, and am currently reading Unmasking Autism. I haven't completely self-diagnosed yet, but I am researching it and think it's a strong possibility. The first half of Aspergirls describes my childhood pretty well. I was often called a 'Highly Sensitive Person' and Unmasking Autism states that the creator of this term has said that the people she was talking about have since been diagnosed with ASD. Even if I am not Autistic, I often find Autistic people more relatable and easier to understand that non-Autistic people and find their advice for rest, sensory issues etc helpful to me. I am not looking for a diagnosis or diagnostic advice.
I currently feel like I'm starting my life over again, and I'd really appreciate advice on how to build a sustainable life when I have a lower tolerance for stimulus and find communicating more tiring than many people.
Context/life story: I'm from the UK. I have a degree in maths, was feeling burnt out and was going to take a gap year before doing a masters, but the pandemic happened and I moved back into my childhood bedroom. I couldn't face being stuck there again with no 'escape plan' so one afternoon I (impusively) signed up for a masters at a not so great uni and didn't do well academically. At the time I was considering a PhD and going into pure maths research. I don't have the grades to get funding for this. By the end of the masters my boyfriend had broken up with me and I'd lost touch with all my friends. The only person I 'spoke' to was my mother and even she'd say this was pretty one sided. In my dissertation presentation on zoom, I read a pre-written script and answered 'I don't know' to all the questions because I hadn't spoken to anyone in months and couldn't hold a conversation with the cashier in the supermarket about the weather let alone one with an academic about advanced maths. I scraped a pass.
After this was over (October 2021), I really felt like I needed a break. I decided I was going to have 2022 'off'. I was going to rest, get a job that didn't use my brain, move to a city so I wasn't so isolated (I live in Wales) and recover and rebuild before figuring out what I wanted to do next. I couldn't figure out how to move to a city without getting a professional job. I asked some family for advice but they didn't know either. I didn't know how to get any job near the town where I live. It's very cliquey, I don't know anyone who's got a job through a formal application process, it's always through a family or friend connection, and I'd lost touch with everyone by this point, my mother doesn't have any contacts and the rest of my family lives in another country. I get filtered out of formal applications because I'm overqualified and bad at lying. Spring 2022 I got sick of it and applied for about 5 software dev jobs. I got one basically without being interviewed. In hindsight that was the first red flag.
I moved to a city 5 hours away. I won't go into the details of the job but it wasn't great. I discovered they had a vrey high turnover for a small company. The new hires previous to me had lasted weeks, one only lasted days, before going on stress leave. I did 10 months. I signed a rental agreement for a year and was too exhausted to search for another job to pay for it. It was full time in the office because I was a junior. I had one friend who lived 3 hours away and every time we met up it was me driving to them, and my sibling needed a lot of help with uni and job stuff so I drove the 5 hours back home most other weekends. I did too much, but I didn't know how to not do too much. Within a few months of each other, my dog died, my grandad died and it was the 10 year anniversary of my dads death. I never had a bad performance review and I quit due to 'personal reasons'. The final straw for me was when I noticed in the office I was physically shaking from exhaustion when I reached for my mouse or keyboard. I think I must have been running on adrenaline or something because it was 2 months before I properly crashed. In this time I moved my stuff back to my childhood bedroom, and that is where I am now. July last year was when I crashed and thought I had CFS etc.
I would say I'm mostly recovered from the physical fatigue. I walk 10k+ steps a day and this helps me mentally. I know I should do more restorative yoga, I see this more like stretchy meditation than exercise and it also helps mentally. I used to enjoy powerlifting and I've tried a few times recently but I think I need to take that super slowly because I get carried away and it wipes me out for a few days after. Skills-wise, I am able to read books again, albeit books I've read before or childrens books. I sometimes have 'high energy' days when I'll read more non-fiction and try to plan my recovery. I am not up for doing technical computer stuff. Things I used to know still go completely over my head. Sensory-wise, I struggle having the big light on for more than 10-15 minutes at a time. I try to reduce screen time. I barely watch tv. I've deleted most social media so I only check instagram once or twice a week on my laptop, and I go on reddit or youtube if I'm looking for something in particular. I try not to listen to too much music otherwise the brain fog gets worse, but that's hard becuase it's one of the few things I feel connects me with the outside world at the moment. When family come round and there are group conversations, I cannot follow anything that's going on and it may as well be white noise. I haven't been in a public space for a while, so I don't know how I am with the background noise. I've reconnected with school friends and am going out for dinner soon, so I'll find out then. I will also find out how I hold up in conversation.
In the next few weeks I plan on looking for part time work. Any advice on suitable jobs would be welcome. I also start a compassion focused therapy group next week, after going to the doctors about this in october of last year *sigh*. I plan on working part time and living at home while figuring out what I want from a career and how to build a life. I wish I could just move to London but it's so expensive.
I see pure maths as closer to the arts than the sciences, and also enjoy fiction books (esp fantasy) and music. I played classical piano and violin/viola as a child to a reasonably high standard. I have no interest in computers really, it was just a job thats related to my degree and that I was good at. As a child I wanted to be a writer or a musician, but as a teen I prioritised moving out of my hometown and told myself that was something I didn't need to study and could work on in my free time. I had a 'maths brain' so it was easy enough to coast this path while I was grieving. I have learnt that the first things I let slide when I am stressed or busy, are the things I am interested in. Then it's chores, then my physical health. I have no idea when to stop or when to say no people. Not because I want them to like me, simply because saying no doesn't occur to me until after I've done it. I also don't notice when I am stressed or doing too much. I have gotten better at that the last few months.
In future, I think I need to prioritise my interests more than I have. I think I tried to 'fix' the stress from the things I 'had' to do with exercise and being very physically healthy. I think the solution is to prioritise working on my interests and passions. The thing I've found most helpful is keeping a diary. I started this last July. I'm now writing music and learning how to produce using Ableton. It's going very slowly but it's going. I've found creating things is better for me mentally than consuming them, even if I'm doing that using a screen. I am interested in the links between maths and music (group theory, geometry, topology etc), and plan to read more about this when I'm able. It would be a dream come true if I could somehow work self-employed doing this one day. I can't imagine working full time in an office again. It exhausts me too much to be able to do anything in my free time. I don't know how demanding it would be to work remotely full-time. I'm lucky I can live with family and work part-time for the forseeable future. There is no rush. I am 24.
Any advice on building a career your interested in, moving to a new city, managing stress and having healthy relationships would be very welcome. Or anything else you think it would be useful to hear.

My (27M) girlfriend (25F) have been dating for about 6 months and during this time we have had several conflicts about her ex boyfriend (31M) Jake. Her and I live in the same city while her ex lives back in her hometown. They constantly text eachother and she claims he is one of her primary support systems. She gets really guarded about her phone anytime they are talking she will often shield her phone from me while she will openly communicate with all of her other friends with me, often reading the texts to me so i can help her with responses. A couple of times she has ipened her text messages to look at what one of our mutual friends had sent us about plans and i have seen him react with hesr emoj8s or say things like "i cant wait".
The texting being bad enough, everytime my ex goes back to her hometown they hang out once or twice over the course of her week stay for a couple of hours. During this time I will hear nothing from my girlfriend. On occasion she will show me what they did together, once going to a lake where he took pictures of her on his professional camera, another where they built a rose flower Lego set together. Everytime she comes back home we get into an argument over her relationship with her ex. I told her that I am totally okay with her hanging out in public places but I get really uncomfortable with them hanging out in a private place just the two of them.
Our last fight about this was about two months ago. Fast forward to this weekend and she has plans to fly back home for a day before she drives down to a wedding with another friend. Originally she told me that she just planned to spend the single day home with her family. Last night she let slip tho that she plans on seeing Jake while she is home and help him move into his new place which is about 10 minute out of town and reportedly has no service. When I confronted her about this she apologized but told me she needs to be able to hang out with her friends in a capacity that makes sense and in this case, that means hanging out in private. I pressed and told her that really hurt me and I feel betrayed. She said she is really sorry she made me feel that way.
We have a trip planned for me to introduce her to my family coming up and now I don't even know if I want to bring her. AMITA for trying to set boundaries with her ex?

I'm from SE London and have only ever called the "Tube" the Underground. All my family also born in London also only call it the Underground and I thought it was what all Londoners called it and the only people who call it the Tube are tourists or people how have recently moved to the city, Until I noticed that other people I know from North or East London say the Tube aswell.
I wonder if it's an older generation thing? I'm in my 20s but so maybe I just learnt to call it the underground from my parents? Or maybe it's a specifically SE London thing to say Underground and not Tube. In all TFL ads and campaigns it's called the Tube so I really don't know where calling it the underground has come from ( besides the fact that it is literally underground ).

This is something that's really starting to piss me off. I already have a very passive social media presence - my facebook timeline is only things that other people have tagged me in, and I very rarely post stories on Instagram/Snapchat. Last time was probably a month or two ago? And they weren't even about people, usually a funny meme or something. I've posted him on Snapchat a couple times, only because he told me he wanted me to. All of my friends know about him, and I've brought him around the family several times too (even though I haven't told them we're in a committed relationship yet, but they all pretty much know based on what I've heard). I'm not embarrassed of him, and I don't mind when he posts me on his, but posting my life and business online just has never been my thing; I'm just naturally reserved and private, and I'd say I'm just a lurker, somebody who likes to see what the people I've met in life are up to. He'll scroll on Instagram and tell me "how cute it is to see all these gay men posting about their SO's" and how "he wants that." I literally just have no desire to post not just him, but anything online. And as I type this out, I'm starting to feel huge resentment for him for caring so much about something that's just so artificial and ridiculous to me. As if being an active poster on social media is some sort of "requirement" for our relationship or for him to feel satisfied in his relationship. I've told my therapist how I feel about this, and she says that different people have different feelings on social media, and she always reassures me after our sessions but it still bothers me when he passively implies that I'm somehow "wrong" for not wanting to post my business for the whole internet to see. Am I supposed to compromise on this and just do it? I genuinely don't want my business online. At this point I've considered just deactivating it so it'll shut him up.

In DH, how come the gang were able to say Voldemort’s name at Grimauld place without death eaters showing up? Was it because of the super powerful magical protections the Black family had put on the house? Or is that why there were death eaters standing outside the house for ages? Because they couldn’t cross the threshold but the taboo brought them there? Or were they just there because of what Harry & Co thought?
So many questions

Hi all - Thanks in advance for any help. I have a hair straightener that I bought in North America when living there that is 120V 60Hz 63W. I had to move home to Europe permanently unexpectedly due to family situation. It’s a very expensive hair straightener and I’ve been contacting the manufacturer asking them if they could swap it for me but no luck. The customer service guy told me to just use an adapter but the manual says not to do that, and after researching online I’m afraid just an adapter would break it. Does anyone know if a step up/ step down converter would work? Or just an adapter ? Or is it completely a lost cause. Thank you again for any help- I bought it pretty recently and as I mentioned it was expensive so would be glad of any solutions

Hey 25M here and when it comes to relationships I have things that give me anxiety, of course depending on few cases I've seen particularly in recent times.
So Most of the girls I've seen (seniors, batchmates) they usually say 25 is too early for marriage and they say they want to get married around 27-29 ish just before 30. I don't have anything for or against this opinion of theirs, but it's their logic that makes me more anxious about marrying a girl. Few cases when this marriage topic came up, they usually say, they have to see the life, experience and set their career and Focus on them selves. Which sounds very ideal. But their actions doesn't just add up, it all just comes to staying in the job that pays just enough to live like they want and I never seen any of them till now doing investments or plan on savings, anything of that sort. Now coming to commited relationships, most of these girls were not single at all, they're already in their 2nd/3rd+ relationship and well aware they're not dating that guy to marry. But he fills the role of companionship for intimacy/validation/attention, while they live their life at their will with option to break it off whenever they wan or promote him for husband only if their family agrees.
So now, the anxious part, So for a typical girl who spent life from 21-28 in this life style, now goes for an arrange marriage for a well settled, high earning dude who shouldn't give a fuk about their life choices till then. My question here: is it fair to give all the energy, time and efforts at the best of your youth to partying, frnds and on&off relationships and whoever the dude, whos going to marry you and spend rest of his life, all he gets is that left over trauma and wornout version of her in the name of maturity..? Do women just think marriage as some backup plan when they feel tired of their lifestyle..?
Your honest opinion can really help, I know a girl who does exactly that and someone I know might be her fiance, if things go well. I have no plans in saying anything to anybody, but I needed some place to let my thoughts go.
Open to every opinion.. Except: "Age is just a number, 30 is new 16 bullsiht"
Age is measure of our time in this world and time can bend one to his knees. Those things only work partially when one's super rich or just genetically blessed. So kindly keep those opinions to yourselves.
Edit: "worn out version" I refer to the deteriorated body/health (i.e smoking, drinking, digestion, sugar, isonmia etc..)

So we are in a relationship for 1.5 yrs. and ik the age gap sucks, but still we get along well with eachother. Specially I grew up in a very neglected and abusive environment so for me he's my everything. But six months ago, one night we were talking and stuff, and I said that he doesn't have wait soo long until we move in, but he said it's difficult cuz he's parents are forcing him to get married asap. Now the thing is I'm still working on my career and there's no way I can get married before 26-27. So I told him to wait, and he explained things like he's dad( I knew that before) is very sick, and he's sister also is a patient with bipolar disorder and the situation in his family is miserable, so as all Indian parents want, they want their son to get married before they die, now the thing is, he said he can't leave his family and he can not say that he's not going to get married, because of his family condition, and he wants me to be financially stable enough to live and doesn't wanna ruin my career.
I got upset and stopped talking to him, so he called my friend and told her that he doesn't know what to do in this situation and he loves me a lot, so we decided to continue the relationship, until his parents actually get a girl for him to marry. So last week his dad had a cerebral attack, and I'm scared that now they'd definitely find a girl for him I feel sorry for him too, because he seems sweet, he is not way taking advantage of me, he loves me a lot, thinking that he'd have to leave me too, I feel bad about it, I just want him to be happy in future, i don't have anyone not even my family, so yeah losing him is gonna be a great deal for me, sometimes I feel I would never love someone the way I love him, but at the end of everything I just want him to be happy with or without me. But I'm confused about what should I do.. break up with him? Cuz he told me clearly that he can not tell his family he don't wanna get married rn, idk I'm too confused and broken tbh.