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There was just a post here made by someone who got scammed over $10k on their first rep purchase.
Do not make yourself an easy target. If you post saying you have $$$ to spend but need help finding a seller because you know nothing about reps you are making yourself the easiest target for scammers.
You HAVE to do your own research and read the starter guide, read reviews, do your due diligence when searching for a seller. You cannot just make a post and go with the first person that reaches out. This sub is really no help in guiding newcomers - the guy who got scammed posted asking for advice on his first purchase. 0 comments on that post. But when he comes back saying he got scammed because he went with the first person who dm’d him there’s hundreds of comments.
This is why we have trusted seller lists on the rep subs. Wagoon ladies has a huge list and even lists blacklisted sellers including the reason why they’ve been black listed. This sub is run by sellers who have their contact info in the info bar AND the mods offer a guarantee of up to $1k if you’re scammed by one of their sellers. It’s all here in the info tabs if you just look. There are successful purchases from sellers not on the TS lists with lots of reviews on here, but it’s always a risk when you’re not dealing with a vetted seller.
Do. Your. Research. The people who just scammed that guy have already deleted their Reddit account, but they (and other scammers) will just make a new one, get a new number, and it’s business as usual. Don’t make yourself a target. Always buy from a TS or a seller that’s been heavily reviewed on here.
If you’re buying a rehome always make sure the pictures include the sellers username & don’t be afraid to ask for more photos. Always get shipping insurance and if you’re nervous pay the extra fee to send payment for goods and services vs friends and family.
And as always, if you get scammed or baited & switched PLEASE post and warn others (and included the receipts, let’s not start a baseless witch hunt like the one girl who cried scammer when the seller took a few days to ship).
Happy repping!!

Don't take contracts. You CAN make a profit but there's a better way.
Use a stock Vulture to start. The only upgrade you need is to replace the tractor beam with another Abrade tip. Feel free to sell the 2 Cinches if you want. This isn't essential but it makes it quicker and eassier while still getting you a lot of cash.
Go to ANY Lagrange point. Those are the HUR-L1, CRU-L1, ARC-L1, MIC-L1 locations on the map. They don't have to be the L1 specifically, they can be ANY of the L-whatever.
Hit "tab" and look for just a bu ch of asteroids. Truly just pick a direction and fly. I just boost till I'm out and then stop.
Scan for panels. Pres "V" to engage scanning mode. It will have 2 crescent bars to the left and right of your center reticle. Hit tab to "ping". You will see "unknown" clusters of dots pop up randomly. While station are just look around in all direction and center your reticle on each one. To the right and slightly above the crescents around your center reticle it will have a little readout with numbers. You want ANY number divisible by 2000. So you are looking for numbers like 6000, 8000, 12000 and anything else that matches that. Then fly at it hammering that tab button like it owes you money!
If you want to get fancy "mouse wheel up" to increase your scanning power qhen looking at the cloud of dots that's divisible by 2000. You don't NEED to, but feel fancy and like a techie and do it. You will see some tag looking upside down teardrops appear. Those show the exact locations of panels.
Fly directly at the panels (you won't explode... normally). The panels will vanish in SC 10/10 fashion when you are like 4-5k out from them. When you get to this point lazily hit the "N" key to engage your magical space brake/landing gear and "slow boat" it towards the last known location of those upside down tear drops.
WATCH YOUR HUD. In the middle it will say "collision" in red, if you see that... stop. A panel will appear and as you move around the others panels you saw before will reappear magically. Skin those with your double Abrade tips. Make sure you go down below when you max out the buffer and jankily stack your boxes using a multi-tool tractor beam attachment. If you are a cool kid you can stack about 22-25 boxes in an extremely dangerous and typical SC way. Just stack like 12-13 your first time so you don't blow up.
Then go sell your boxes of shittily stacked RMC at any PLANETS (not moon or station) TDD.
You will make good money. Not fantastic, not the best money/hr. However you will be an industrial, blue collar scumbag like me and doing only this you can casually make a mil in a day. It's kinda slow... kinda boring... but I'm old... so it works.
Pro tip. Salvage a shit load and load it into your cargo hold all janky like. Then keep salvaging and fill your buffer back to the 13. Go sell your shit stack and then call your ship back, fly out of armistice range, pull the remaining 13 out and stack them slightly less shittily and go back to the port to sell the rest. You will make like 3-4 hundred k per run doing this. Or more, I can't be asked to do the math but is decent. Also you are in a small shitty ship so anyone who pirates you is a small time piece of shit and I hope their kids never learn to read.
Money.
Edit: I saw too many shitty tutorials on YouTube and it annoyed me. So while pounding whiskey and double dogs I decided to subject you poor fucks to this. Enjoy

This is the start of my 10th day out, after 5 years in ODRC. My situation right now is better than a lot of guys who just got out. My dad's still here and he lent me money to get a PC and phone. When I got locked up I was selling things online, and he also managed to get into the place I had and saved my clothing and the things I sell. The basement in this place was full of totes of merchandise, all I need to do is sort it all out and start selling. But I haven't been able to.
It's great that he saved that stuff. It's a job without needing to deal with all the stigma of applying to work for a company right after release. I have like 30 shirts now and maybe a 15 pair of pants and shorts and boxers and all of that. I'm lucky as hell for it and I know that. But it's like I can't deal with it. The stuff is all tossed together and will take days to sort. It's rocks. Some natural rough, some tumbled, some facetable rough. The labels I had on them are gone, so there are several I noticed that I don't even remember what they are. He also saved 6 of the Husky steel rack shelving units I had them on, which is enough to hold about half of them.
I got the racks all put together with no problem. They've been in basements and dirty garages for years and were covered in mouse poop and caked on shit, but cleaning them and getting them put together was easy. I felt motivated to do it. But then I started to mess with the actual rocks and just ended up tossing containers onto shelves mostly blindly to get them off the floor. I've tried to go down and sort them 3 times now, but within 5 minutes I have to walk away and that's it for the day.
I was just starting my own business right before I got locked up. I was 9 months in and working pretty much constantly, working with those rocks pretty much was my entire life right before my arrest. It's like I have some very strong aversion to it now. When I try to work with them or even think about sorting them it's like a huge surge of stress and maybe terror but it also feels kind of like emptiness... like being locked up might have been constant terror on some level but I kept it pushed down so now that's just sort of what feels like emptiness now.
Does that make sense to anyone? I don't want people here to think I'm being lazy and avoiding working and I want to bring money in to help out so much, but it's like something's broken or disconnected inside about it and I just can't handle jumping right back into what I was doing right before getting locked up yet. Has anyone else gone through that? How long did it take to deal with?
In the 9 days I've been out I have met with my PO (finally, two days ago) and got approved for food assistance and bought groceries (yesterday). The week before that my mom was in the hospital and the day after she went in my dad woke me up yelling for help because he threw his back out and had to go to the bathroom. When I went into his bedroom there were a dozen piles of bloody puppy shit from his dog. My dad's back was so bad it took me 30 minutes to get him from the bed into a kitchen chair I brought up and put right beside it. He couldn't make it to the bathroom so I brought him an empty coffee container to piss in. He hurt bad enough to do it and was probably embarrassed by it, but to me that was pretty normal. Everyone has a piss jug, right?
Then I cleaned up all the puppy shit and scrubbed the rug and hand washed his sheets since it was on them. Didn't have a license to go to the laundromat so I had to wait 2 days until he felt better enough to drive me so I could get all the laundry washed. During all that my mom was in a hospital only like 6 blocks from my dad's place. They're separated but I walked up to visit with my mom and make sure she was alright twice a day, and cooked and did dishes for my dad since he couldn't those days. And I've only managed to sleep 5 hours maybe 3 times, the rest of it it's waking up after an hour or two and unable to get back to bed. And there's no shower here, just a tub. I've only managed to get in once. Idk what's with it. Maybe just the difference in how exposed and vulnerable you'd be in a tub vs a nice safe little shower where someone can only come from one place. I know no one's going to come in, but... fuck. I don't know.
Yesterday was supposed to be my first big day sorting the rocks and getting ready to take pictures and post online, but I went down to do it and it immediately felt wrong and within a few minutes I just sort of broke. Like it's hard to look at them and think about them. For 5 years I was broke in prison and thinking about them stressed me out because I couldn't do anything about them and no one on the outside knew anything about them to sell some and get me some money. Thinking about them was just a ton of stress, so I made myself not think about them at all. I avoided the thought to avoid the stress. Now I'm out and I can actually finally do something about them and turn them into money... but even though I want to do that I still can't think about them. That seems crazy.
Now it's 5am and I've been up since 3. I actually slept from 8pm-3am. It's the most sleep I've gotten. I know I really need to go down to the basement and get some work done today so I can start bringing in money, but I'm afraid I'll go down there and just sort of stun up inside again.
Just needed to get that out.

This story was written and emailed to me by an anonymous source. And it’s one of the craziest most bizarre stories I’ve ever read. Ever! 😆 Enjoy the read. It’s long and ridiculously wild. ☘️ Also, in advance, no one can use this story. These stories are written and emailed to me for me to turn into a Video Narrative for my YouTube & TikTok channels. But I would like to share their tales as reading material as well. Thank you for understanding.
I hope you enjoy. 🫶
Story by - “Alex” & “Shane”
Okay so…
I went on vacation to Ireland with my brother last year. And had the most wildest experience of my life there.
Or should I say, we both had the most…wildest experience.
But More so me. And to Tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ll ever go back again after what happened.
As a matter of fact, no, I won’t go back.
So, it’s a Sunday night and it was pretty much our last day of vacationing.
My older brother Shane, wanted to go out… And I’m quoting him - “let’s get fuckin wasted tonight!”
So… We’re on vacation right? Why not? We had rented an Airbnb for the week, we had a rental car - we had a great week so far and we were having…
A proper vacation.
He was already dressed up and ready to go. I wanted to take a quick shower and shave so I told him to head out and I’d call him when I was ready for him to pick me up.
He says cool. He leaves, and I jump in the shower. He’s the one that knows the hot spots in Ireland better than I do. I mean, this was my first time ever coming here. So…
I take a shower, shave, and I get dressed. As I’m about to call my brother, the front door to our Airbnb opens up.
And Its my brother with two bad ass Irish women! They both jump on the couch and they’re laughing their asses off and my brother is just standing there looking at me with a sly grin on his face.
He looks over at the ladies and says - “Give me a minute please” walks over to me, puts his arm over my shoulder and walks me to the bathroom. He then whips out a bag of mushrooms and smiles. Ya know… The psychedelic kind.
I look down at the bag and I shake my head.
He says to me - “come on bro. We got two hotties out there who are trippin and they want to party. Don’t be a flake. This is our last night. Let’s make it special.”
I don’t like disappointing my brother but I was kind of hesitant.
I opened the bathroom door and take a look at these gorgeous women who were both sitting upright now and both looking at me as I opened the door. Both smiling. I smiled back. Closed the door… I looked at my brother and said - “Alright dood fuck it! Let’s do it!”
He gives me a huge hug, kisses me on the forehead, pours me a handful of shrooms and does the same for himself.
We both looked at each other to see who would go first. He counted to three and down the hatch they went. But they were the most unpleasant tasting mushrooms I’ve ever eaten in my life. They were disgusting.
I ran to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice because I was having a hard time chewing these nasty things.
But my brother Shane? No, he’s a pro. You give that guy a barrel of hay and he’ll eat it faster than a horse. The guy can eat anything.
40 minutes go by and I’m still straight as a pin. However, my brother on the other hand? He’s already trippin.
I think he had already taken some beforehand.
But in the next 10 minutes… These shrooms hit me like a ton of bricks! It was like this intense wave of cool and hot went completely through my body.
And I’ve taken mushrooms quite a few times but have never felt anything like this before. It was so sudden!
And I feel fantastic!
The next hour went by so fast because we were having so much fun! And these Irish girls? Man… I had the sexiest one! A beautiful Redhead by the name of Katrina.
She was kind of short though. About 5’1” maybe? But good things come in small packages, right? Well, not really. And you’ll know why soon enough.
I don’t recall anything else that happened for the rest of the night after my brother left with the other girl. And before I continue with the rest of the story. My brother’s name is really not Shane. And the redhead girl I was with is not named Katrina.
You see I had to make up these names to protect me and my brother. Because what happened during the rest of the night? I don’t remember. But also, I’ll never forget either.
Okay so, let's get back to the story…
I do remember my brother leaving with… Let's just call her Gloria, Katrina’s friend? And me and Katrina, the redhead, stood behind. I do remember us making out in the bathroom together, but…Everything else after that? There’s nothing there. Nothing. I don’t recall anything from that point forward no matter how badly I try to remember.
This is what my brother told me he witnessed as he arrived back at the Airbnb five hours later with Gloria.
And until this day, I still don’t want to believe this happened. But according to my brother…
It truly did happen.
My brother is going to write this part of the story because he’s the one that has this locked in his memory for life. And for the sake of the story, my name will be Alex.
Here is my brother Shane’s point of view - his perspective on what he witnessed that crazy night. Wow man… This is so fucking nuts. So buckle up and be prepared. I understand you don’t know who I am, but I swear, I’m not a bad person. Okay.

“Shane’s” story on what he witnessed.

Yeah so, I guess I’m Shane now. Unreal…
Okay. Here we go. Meat and potatoes.
We arrive back at the Airbnb and I see Alex outside in the front of the house wearing only socks and he’s running around on top of the grass like an animal yanking out handfuls of grass from underneath him.
I look at Gloria and we’re both baffled at what we just saw.
First thing I said was - “Oh yeah! This dood is off his rocker right about now - as I parked the car.
We both hop out of the car and walk up to the front door. I slide the key into the door, it unlocks, but there’s a chair behind the door and it’s tipped over blocking the entry way and only leaving enough space for a crack. We both awkwardly look at one another and as I’m about to call out for my brother, I hear someone sprinting towards the door and bang!
The fuckin idiot shuts the door on us.
I then knock on the door softly because It’s almost 1 in the morning as I don’t want to make too much noise. God only knows what this kid has been doing since me and Gloria left.
After I knock on the door a few times, I hear the chair getting pushed to the side and my brother slightly opens the door. I take a peek inside, and his nose is broken, lips are bubbled up and his left eye is completely shut, black and blue and swollen.
He then drops to his knees, and begins crying but no sound is coming out of him! You know… Like when you get smacked by your parents when you’re a kid and it shocks the soul of you? Yeah, that kind of cry.
I don’t react to what he’s doing to not scare the shit out of Gloria, because she’s right beside me. So I push the door open and tell Gloria to hang on a second and shut the door and lock it.
I pick his busted ass up and sit him on the couch. I look around the house and it’s in complete shambles. Our clothes are everywhere, there’s food all over the fuckin walls. It was chaotic. And my brother is now sitting up breathing frantically.
I ask him - “what in the fuck happened?”
He looks at me. Face looking like he got into a boxing match with Rocky Marciano and whispers to me.
“Dood… There’s a leprechaun in the bathroom.”
“A fuckin what now?” - I said with the most bewildered look on my face. I mean I must have… I wish I would have taken a picture of my face at that very moment. I should have taken pictures of everything so this idiot could see the havoc he wreaked on that night.
My imbecile brother continues - “I’m telling you. There’s a fuckin leprechaun in the fuckin bathroom and this little lucky charms motherfucker won’t tell me where he hid the gold!”
“A leprechaun in the bathroom. What the fuck happened to you?” I said as I felt my blood beginning to boil.
The Imbecile then says - “Don’t worry. Don’t worry! I hogtied that little bitch and stuffed my underwear in its mouth. It’s in the bathtub. But don’t go in there. Don’t go in there. This thing fucked me up!”
And now I can hear someone fumbling in the bathroom moaning very softly. I looked at my brother and said - “What in the fuck did you do Alex?”
He replies - “I’m telling you. It’s a fucking leprechaun.”
“Okay. Okay.” - I said. “Stay right here and just, don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just keep still.
His eyes were so huge and dilated. He was so fuckin high. He had heartbeat pulses pumping from the top of his head.
I rushed back over to the front door and told Gloria that my brother got into a fight with a couple of guys at a pub while me and her were out and that her friend Katrina left because she got scared. She told me that was the first time she met that girl tonight so she really didn’t care and shrugged it off. Which was a huge relief to me. I told her thank you for a wonderful night. She understood. W said our goodbyes. I shut the door. And now… What the fuck is in the bathroom? Or better yet, who, is in the bathroom? Because let’s face it. This motherfucker did not find and fight with a leprechaun tonight. No way. There’s just no fuckin way.
I rush over to the bathroom and my brother leaps at my legs, and he’s holding onto me for dear life, begging me!
He says - “Please don’t untie it! It’s got magical powers! PLEASE!!!
Now, at this very moment? I am sort of hesitant about opening the bathroom door. But I snap out of it and open it. What the fuck. A leprechaun? No, I don’t think so.
I open the door…
“Holy shit.” - I said while covering my hands with my mouth. The floor was smeared in blood as if someone was dragged, leading to the huge cast iron tub. Smeared bloody handprints were all over the tub. And now I hear the faint moan coming from the tub. My legs are shaking and feel like they’re ready to give out on me. I was scared shitless.
“What did my brother do? Who is in that bathtub? I pray to God Katrina isn’t in there right now.” - I said to myself completely freaked out.
I slowly walk up to the bathtub…
And sure enough, there is a hogtied person lying in it with my brother's underwear stuffed in their mouth with a ripped t-shirt tied around their head and mouth, but… It’s not Katrina.
It’s a little person. You know, a dwarf? And… He’s literally dressed up in a leprechaun costume…
And how, on God's green earth did he end up here?
He has no idea I’m standing above him. I reach down to begin untying him but he begins squirming and screaming. I told him to relax and that I was here to help him.
And then My imbecile brother Alex, rushes into the bathroom and tackles me down. Stands up and begins shouting at this poor bastard hogtied in the tub - “Tell me where it is you greedy little fuck! Tell me!!!
I jumped to my feet and slapped my brother back to his childhood. Grabbed him by the throat, tripped him and threw him to the ground and said - “are you fuckin crazy? Do you want to go to prison for kidnapping? What in the fuck is the matter with you? You dumb fuck!!”
He then looks up at me with this pessimistic look on his face and says - “It’s a fucking leprechaun dood. A leprechaun.”
I was absolutely dumbfounded and furious at this point. I have this stranger in my Airbnb rental, hogtied and gagged and squirming and screaming and my brother thinks that he’s a leprechaun…
I can’t make this shit up.
He was so fucking high on those mushrooms. He was absolutely convinced that this man was a leprechaun. So… I had to play the game.
It was the only way to help this poor son of a bitch that my brother had kidnapped and hogtied in our Airbnb rental.
I calmly whispered and told him to please leave the bathroom so I could interrogate the leprechaun and find out where he was hiding the pot of gold.
My brother slowly stood up to his feet, face busted up, his cock and balls all shriveled and tight, looked at the man dressed up as a leprechaun, smiled at him with an evil grin and just, walked away…
And as he walked away, I told him to go and please put some clothes on, lay down in bed, and that I would handle the leprechaun. That I, would find out where the gold was hidden…
And that’s all I’m saying. I’m giving the computer back to my dumbass of a brother to finish off whatever else he wants to write.

Back to “Alex”

Pretty outlandish right? I know. I know. You must think that I’m bat shit crazy huh? Okay so, to make the rest of this long story short, my brother Shane never told me what he did with the poor guy I hogtied and, well… i don’t remember how this guy came to be in my possession. I really don’t.
The only thing my brother Shane told me was that he ungagged him, untied him, and that he was extremely pissed off. And that he had compensated him for his troubles.
Man, I felt so horrible. I felt so horrible…
What I do remember though is waking up that following afternoon with my face all fucked up. Dehydrated with a tremendous splitting headache. I had no clue as to why I looked and felt the way I did. It was terrifying.
All of our luggage was packed and my brother was just sitting there, legs crossed and his arms folded.
Hey man… Take it from me. Don’t do fuckin drugs.
Regards, “Alex” & “Shane”
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My sister just got awarded disability for fibromyalgia a few days ago, and I have some mixed feelings about it and would like some advice on what to do.
For some background on my sister:
I can't remember her ever working a regular job. She has been on government support for as long as I could remember, but always had side jobs like cleaning houses. She always said that that the reason for her not being able to get a job or further education was because she got a bad back from working. This bad back has never hindered her in taking care of five horses, moving around heavy things, going out partying or hunting, so a lot of people always questioned it.
The thing is that a few years ago she got compensation from her back injury. This was both a lot of money and made me think that there must be something wrong for her to get compensation. She has lived well of the stipends she gets and often talks about being the most financially stable of us siblings.
Then about two years ago I was told by my social worker, that she wanted me to apply for disability pension, because she didn’t think I could get a job. (I was born with Cerebral Palsy Hemiplegia, which is basically a brain injury that damaged the part of my brain that controls the right side of my body, so my right arm doesn’t work, and I have trouble walking. And I had a surgery on my left arm that didn’t go well and now I have problems with that arm too.)
After I applied to disability, my sister said she wanted to apply for disability too because she had fibromyalgia and couldn’t work because of the pain. I understand that fibromyalgia isn’t something you can see on a person, and I understand working through the pain, because I’m in constant pain but I have never heard her talk about it before. The only time she mentions she is in pain is when somebody else says they are in pain. Fx I say I can’t go shopping with her, because my legs hurt, suddenly she will talk about her legs hurting too. I is also worth noting that she has helped my parents do physical labor and never once complained about pain of any kind.
Anyway, I got my disability pension last year, she got hers a couple of days ago and went paddle boarding to celebrate and she is now talking about getting a handicap placard because she can’t walk that far.
I kept thinking that I didn’t want to say anything, because I have been questioned a lot on whether I needed disability pension, because most people can’t tell I’m disabled just by looking at me. But yesterday I was looking through some pictures and videos I had taken of some birthday parties and such. The videos are pretty shaky because my hands, but in one you can see my sister helping to lift a couch, in another she is giving our niece a piggyback ride and in a third she is carrying her 20 year old daughter, like she is a baby. I have pictures of her working around her farm too, doing a lot of physical labor.
This began to irritate me. Our parents are over 60. Our mom goes to work every day despite a bad back and dad’s cancer diagnosis didn’t stop him from going to work, because it’s the only way they can make ends meet. And I feel like if she is faking this, she is not appreciating how hard they worked for us to be able to have a good start.
So I was thinking about sending her social worker the pictures and videos I have, because if she is faking a disability knowing the medical problems I went through and how hard our parents worked for us, just so she doesn’t have to work and take care of her horses and go hunting and whatever. I think that is pretty disgusting. On the other hand, if my sister's disability pension is taken away, she will be right back where she started. She has no education beyond the 9th grade and as I said before, I can’t remember her ever working a regular job, so I don’t think her prospects are good if I do this.
A part of me is also wondering if I'm doing this out of jealousy. My sister and I have had issues in the past and it does irritate me how easily she seems to get disability, while doing all these physical things, where I have to hear from social workers how I’m not that disabled because I can stand up.
So what do I do here? Should I just leave it be or do something about it?

I just received an unsolicited picture from a well known football player at my school. I screenshotted it with no intention on sharing it and now I am being threatened with Title IX reporting and he’s telling me he’s going to get me kicked out of school. I in no way insinuated I wanted a sexual photo from him and in a way what he did could be labeled as harassment. And said the only way to resolve it was to send something back which I didn’t. Will i get in trouble over this?

For context my husband and I knew each other before we started dating. When we were dating everything was great and he was so sweet and kind. One day while planning our wedding I found a photo of a girl naked on his phone. He explained to me that it was a mistake it was there he thought he had deleted it. I thought it was from his ex and he explain that he did not know why it was there. I decided to believe it was his ex and it was an old photo and we went on with our planning. Our wedding was nice and even our honeymoon Things started to hit rock bottom once we got back. One day I wasn’t going into work late and either was he so he slept in and I was awake. I saw a notification on his phone from the security camera pop up I decided to check it and out of curiosity I checked the rest of his phone ( big mistake). I went onto Instagram and that’s when I saw it… videos of ladies naked dancing and other videos of other ladies showing cleavage and their butts all in his Instagram saved. I could not believe it. I was devastated. I woke him up and after him lying to me multiple times why it was one there he confessed the truth. I could not believe it he had betrayed me to me in my eyes and in my opinion he had cheated. And to make things worse I was pregnant (2 months). After a lot of talking we decided to work things out. Sadly that didn’t last long.
when I was cleaning out his drawer I found and old phone I decided to put it to charge and when it charged I opened it up and to find the girls naked pictures I had found before we got married. They were screenshots from Snapchat. A random girl send him nudes offering to give more for payment. The date on those screenshots…. 3 days after he proposed to me… all I could say is my heart shattered into a million pieces. But then again I stayed because I was pregnant. I couldn’t go to my family with this. They don’t believe in divorce.. now fast forward and I find videos of girls in his watch history of tiktok and I can’t believe it but at the same time I can he has done it before. I love him but I don’t trust him . He says he never saw those videos but I’m not stupid they don’t just show up on there. It’s called a watch history for a reason. I don’t know what to do . I want to believe him but a part of me knows his lying to me. Why can’t I leave him? Why do I still love him even though he has caused me so much pain? I can’t even look back to our engagement and be happy cause all I remember are those pictures of the naked girl burned forever in my memory. We come from a no divorce belief system/ family but I don’t think I can keep doing this I feel so alone and hurt and to be honest embarrassed that this happened to me. I don’t want anyone to know that I failed, that I was betrayed.. I feel like I did something wrong.

I won't give out real names so I'll just make some up because I don't want them to be angry if they ever find this. For context, me and my ex (sam) broke up a few months ago after we figured out we were going to different schools. She broke up over text and after that I never looked at her the same way since. We got together because I figured out she liked me but I didn't like her, it was from her ex (Emma) who slipped me a note saying her ex (sam) liked me. I actually liked had a crush on Emma because we knew more about each other then I knew about Sam. The only time I ever even heard Sam's voice was when she was saying "I'll smack the shit out of you if you do", sam and Emma were arguing about something but I thought they were going to fight, it was actually friendly?. I don't know how telling someone you'll beat the fuck out of them is a "friendly argument" but I went along with it. Me and Emma were talking about things with each other and got to know each other very well. She told me about her break up and how it hurt because Sam just walked up to her and said they should break up out of nowhere. I offered to try and help her out with the relationship between them and after a few days of talking that's when I realized it was one sided love and the day I realized I should never be a relationship therapist because I fucking suck. But yeah, I liked Emma but I was to nervous to tell her, I was giving hints because usually when we joked around and she said "I hate you" or something to make fun of me, I fuck with her and say something like "love you too buddy". We were great friends until she handed me the note and I don't know why but for some reason I actually started dating her ex without thinking about her, she thought her sam was trying to get back at her when really it was my fault. One day Emma told Sam that I didn't actually like her, I only liked her last year which was true but still got to me and that I only thought of her as a friend which made me mad and I cut her off, we would try our best to stay away from each other but one day she had a gf, let's name her, Stacy. Stacy was a year younger than Emma and I was making jokes about it and I was still feeling mad from her messages so I told Stacy she was using her to make Sam jealous and I showed Stacy the messages of everything, they broke up a few days after and I've been feeling like shit ever since. While me and Sam were dating, Sam got a missed call from Emma and When we tried to call her back she didn't answer. Messages, calls, video chat, any way we could. To let you guys know, she was also telling Sam she was going to end it if she didn't break up with me, so I could only think of the worst, what if she tried one last time before ending it, it was during the weekend so I was relieved when I saw her still alive at school. Fast forward to the break up. When I told Sam, she felt guilty for sending me the messages, a few weeks later we broke up and the only thing she was saying was that she felt bad about the messages and she going to a different school, sam went on to tell me that I was getting in the way of her studying even though she only sits on her phone for the whole period and doesn't do anything. I felt really hurt but I made myself happy for sam, I apologized to sam and told her that I was going to be deleting everything about us because I didn't want to be reminded of her and I didn't want the same for her either. I'm a over thinker and I have ADHD so I can admit I did tell her in advance to block me on all social media because one day I was going to try and talk to her again and end up sad when she blocked me for trying to talk to her and sure enough, after a few weeks I kept messaging her but then blocked her again because I felt to nervous to actually start talking. Fast forward to the important part of why they are trying to get me expelled. I started talking to Emma and apologized for everything I did to her, got with her ex instead of her, found out she had a crush on me this year and it got worse because I started dating her ex. So I think she was trying to break us up and then comfort me into dating her, I forgave her for that because love can change anything. My friend stopped showing up to school because he's home schooled now and a few weeks later the girl is emo and is barely talking to everyone. Sorry for that 😅, back to what I was talking about though, we were friends for a week and she told me we have to stop talking, this also was over text but this is after a incident happened between me and Sam's friend, let's call her horny girl or just hg for short, you'll love the reason for that name in a little bit trust me😈. Emma was telling me we shouldn't talk, I asked her why and she said it's because of hg and she said she was going to IN HER WORDS "beat my ass if I got with Emma" I don't know why she gives a fuck but I think she thinks I would do that to get back at Sam, ngl if I really was a asshole I probably would have but I was going to use her because we both saw each other as friends and I kinda like her but ever since everything happened we were just awkward friends, and even if I did date her it would be dumb as hell because not only is she going to a different school but it's only two weeks before school ends. Not to sound rude but hg is on the bigger side and she is just weird, I was uncomfortable for the first week of dating Sam because hg would sit behind me and make lewd hand gestures and since Sam was facing me, she saw what she was doing and just laughed hystericly, a few sam told me was she was making jokes of Sam stroking my y'know, giving me a bj, us having intercourse and me putting my fingers in her, that's all I can remember but the rest she wouldn't tell me. I started laughing over the text until I realized she was serious and I got mad so the next day I went up to hg and told her that if she can talk shit then she can easily say it in front of my face, we started yelling and it ended with me saying i don't have to fight her because my sister can come up and beat her ass for me, my sister is known in multiple schools for her fights and some of her friends are at my school so if my sister didn't want to fight she could easily tell her friends to jump her. I'm a guy so I'm not hitting a girl unless I have to. The next day, Emma said we should stop talking and this time she ment it, I said okay I understand why you want to do that and I respect your decision and we blocked each other. I haven't been showing up to my classes and my teachers are asking if it's because of what's going on, I didn't want to cause anymore problems so I just lied and said ether I must have forgotten or I was just uncomfortable with someone, I didn't say names but I think they already knew. Yesterday I didn't show up to school and a teacher was telling the principal about my incident with hg, funny thing I want to tell you is I made a name for the friend group and it's the main three, I call them the hgg because they all are kinda kinky so I call them the horny girl group, I have some information I got from people and the personal experience so if they want to keep making shit up about me then I can easily leak it on here and on the school page. The other two girls are my ex and the second girl who all you need to know why she's in the group is because she showed us a picture, pointed at a random boy in the photo (a friend of mine whos in the school) and said that was her cruch and I can't make this shit up when I say this "I want him to make me pregnant" yeah go back and read a few more times. no typo, no mistake, you Read it correctly and to make it worse, WE'RE IN 8TH FUCKING GRADE, so lt that sink in. An 8th grade girl is saying some shit not even girls I've met in college would say😂. And I have way more shit on my ex, the only thing I can say because I don't want to give you the best part was she used to watch certain videos and did stuff to herself when she would watch them, and you might be thinking of it's just hormones, that happens at that age. Bullshit😂 she was 8 when she was doing it so you can't blame it on that. Back to the story, they have been saying stuff to the teachers I'm close to and not only trying to kick me out of a class (I don't go to, I just go because of the dogs) but they are telling the principal that I'm making them uncomfortable and some other shit I can't remember. But yeah, I'll give updates if anything bad happens👍🏽

As the title suggests she ended things exactly a month ago, while I was at her house.....
I stayed 2 weeks after as she said she wanted me to, which was confusing in itself, but I took this as time to try and fix it
Now we have been apart for 2 weeks and mostly no contact from my side, there are a few things that confuse me:

She still has my/our pictures on socials
She has not told her family
She keeps liking posts on twitter things like:(paraphrasing)

If they are your person you will reunite
There are people destined for each other, they will come back together

she almost instantly views my insta stories and likes them of the 4 I have posted she has viewed all within 4 min and liked them...
Before I left the last 2 weeks were quiet nice and she was distraught at the airport and didn't seem to want to let me go

I really didn't want the relationship to end and do really want to get back together, to me it seems like she ended it in the heat of the moment and her being an avoidant needs space, now she has it maybe she regrets it?
And that's why I'm here, obviously I'm heavily biased and selling myself dreams based on her behaviours, so what do you guys think, is this normal for a break up or is she not sure or something else?

So 3 years ago I purchased a copy of Pokemon Pinball. I was told that all it needs is a cleaning but when I opened it the entire board was covered in corrosion. Completely in over my head, I threw it in a box and moved on with life.
https://imgur.com/KPuBpOL
The other day while looking for something unrelated I came across the game again. With a lot of soldering experience under my belt since I bought it I decided to try and fix it.
First I gave the pcb a white vinegar bath, ipa scrub, and removed all the components. The ROM chip was the most corroded. You can see in the picture that 4 pads were lost but what's not shown is the five pins that broke off the chip itself.
https://imgur.com/lRH2Ha4
https://imgur.com/lP4dXXh
Next I sanded away the solder mask until I could see all the traces.
https://imgur.com/ij5uFjB
https://imgur.com/r9SkMsg
I then spent a few hours a day for a week painstakingly going over every single trace and vias. It was amazing practice and by the end I was going back and redoing stuff I did at the start. I started off with 28awg wire but that was too thick so I swapped to 36awg enameled wire.
https://imgur.com/MaLANCk
https://imgur.com/XDDq9O8
Once I was satisfied with all the bodge wires, I reconnected all the components.
https://imgur.com/UFePNA8
And was met with complete failure.
https://imgur.com/XSNUfWD
At this point I had sunk enough time into it that I wasn't going to be deterred. I found a reverse engineered pcb schematic and ordered 5 from jlpcb.
https://imgur.com/JTPPwLz
There were some pad size issues. You can see in the following two pictures that I had to attach the resisters and capacitors at an angle to get them connected. And if you look at the 6 pin chip you'll see that only the center pins line up with the pads. The outer 4 have large blobs to connect them to the corresponding pin. I probed with my multimeter to test for continuity and everything s going where it needs to be.
https://imgur.com/ZTjwvlX
https://imgur.com/eHQEkP5
Then I went through the tedious process of resoldering the rom chip. All together I had to grind away and solder bodge wires to replace 6 lost pins.
https://imgur.com/69wSEmS
Finally with everything all transfered to the new pcb it was time to give it a test.
https://imgur.com/X2vPCnx
I got so excited when I saw that Nintendo logo. But it was once again a failure.
That is where I stand at the moment. My current theories are:

one of the other components was blown by the corrosion and is causing the white screen.
There are still some broken pins on the ROM chip that are being held in place by the plastic. I really hope this isn't it because that would involve a ton of exploratory grinding.
The ROM chip is shot.

For the record, despite how it looks in the pictures, none of the pins are shorting to each other. It's just a bad angle.
So any theories on what's the issue? Does anyone know the values of the capacitors and resistors? I do have a test drive game which uses the same board so I could swap the rom chips to narrow down if it's components or chip but I really don't want to redo those snapped legs. Which is why I'm posting here before taking next steps.

So 3 years ago I purchased a copy of Pokemon Pinball. I was told that all it needs is a cleaning but when I opened it the entire board was covered in corrosion. Completely in over my head, I threw it in a box and moved on with life.
https://imgur.com/KPuBpOL
The other day while looking for something unrelated I came across the game again. With a lot of soldering experience under my belt since I bought it I decided to try and fix it.
First I gave the pcb a white vinegar bath, ipa scrub, and removed all the components. The ROM chip was the most corroded. You can see in the picture that 4 pads were lost but what's not shown is the five pins that broke off the chip itself.
https://imgur.com/lRH2Ha4
https://imgur.com/lP4dXXh
Next I sanded away the solder mask until I could see all the traces.
https://imgur.com/ij5uFjB
https://imgur.com/r9SkMsg
I then spent a few hours a day for a week painstakingly going over every single trace and vias. It was amazing practice and by the end I was going back and redoing stuff I did at the start. I started off with 28awg wire but that was too thick so I swapped to 36awg enameled wire.
https://imgur.com/MaLANCk
https://imgur.com/XDDq9O8
Once I was satisfied with all the bodge wires, I reconnected all the components.
https://imgur.com/UFePNA8
And was met with complete failure.
https://imgur.com/XSNUfWD
At this point I had sunk enough time into it that I wasn't going to be deterred. I found a reverse engineered pcb schematic and ordered 5 from jlpcb.
https://imgur.com/JTPPwLz
There were some pad size issues. You can see in the following two pictures that I had to attach the resisters and capacitors at an angle to get them connected. And if you look at the 6 pin chip you'll see that only the center pins line up with the pads. The outer 4 have large blobs to connect them to the corresponding pin. I probed with my multimeter to test for continuity and everything s going where it needs to be.
https://imgur.com/ZTjwvlX
https://imgur.com/eHQEkP5
Then I went through the tedious process of resoldering the rom chip. All together I had to grind away and solder bodge wires to replace 6 lost pins.
https://imgur.com/69wSEmS
Finally with everything all transfered to the new pcb it was time to give it a test.
https://imgur.com/X2vPCnx
I got so excited when I saw that Nintendo logo. But it was once again a failure.
That is where I stand at the moment. My current theories are:

one of the other components was blown by the corrosion and is causing the white screen.
There are still some broken pins on the ROM chip that are being held in place by the plastic. I really hope this isn't it because that would involve a ton of exploratory grinding.
The ROM chip is shot.

For the record, despite how it looks in the pictures, none of the pins are shorting to each other. It's just a bad angle.
So any theories on what's the issue? Does anyone know the values of the capacitors and resistors? I do have a test drive game which uses the same board so I could swap the rom chips to narrow down if it's components or chip but I really don't want to redo those snapped legs. Which is why I'm posting here before taking next steps.

Around 16 years ago, our family home flooded, along with many others on our estate. It made local news soon after that there was a faulty / poorly installed culvert which the council were responsible for. At the time of the flood, my family all took pictures of the devastation.
A few days ago, there was a piece in the local BBC news reporting further delays to the culvert repair. The area has flooded several times over the intervening few years, however we have moved away (although not far - just that estate). The reason I noticed the piece, however, is that the photograph had been taken from my bedroom by my Mother. The photo was credited to the local council. It soon transpired this had happened on multiple occasions with the stories linked as ‘related’.
I contacted both the BBC and the council to explain that they had no rights to the photograph and that this was a breach of my Mother’s copyright as the ‘original owner’ of the photograph.
The BBC have come back to me, apologised, blamed the council, and offered me £100 as a goodwill gesture for the upset, and removed the photo. Fair, I think, as the photo was supplied by the council.
The council, however, have made no reply. Is there any point in pursuing this with the council - or should I cut my losses? I have since noticed that the same photo has been used by the local online press beyond BBC, so the council have been spreading it far and wide, with each ‘share’ constituting a further breach of copyright.
Any advice / guidance appreciated!

I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I'm gonna be an adult in less than 50 days and my life just feels miserable. I don't do anything all day. Yeah I help my parents with work and do some small jobs around my city for cheap but my life is just... empty. It feels empty. Im not satisfied with the way I live, I go to school, go to the gym, sometimes visit my girlfriend, come home and do whatever jobs I have at home or whwrever else and then play Warframe or Genshin the rest of my time. I don't know why I'm so unhappy. I'm trying to follow people's advice
I lift, I try to be physically active, I have an amazing girlfriend, I took up cooking as a hobby and yet life still feels so miserable. I feel like nobody cares for me and I dont know why. Of all people why do I feel like she doesn't care either? Whenever I talk to my friends it's always me starting the conversations and checking up on them, it doesn't feel like I'm getting the same back from anybody. I was probably born autistic so it's difficult to even meet new people bc I feel like I only fit in with weirdos and again it feels like even those aren't fond of me.
I try to study, I want to live a happy life with a lot of money, not even bc I'm a material person I just want to be able to live comfortably but whenever I try to study I fail. I can't focus. I think about how miserable I am and how I feel. I'm in one of the like top 3 classes in my school of like 30 and yeah sure that's probably impressive but I just feel like dead weight bc even though I'm near the top in the bigger picture I'm nothing to this class. I'm at the bottom 5 students of 31. I feel like I'm a failure and nothing will ever come of me.
I don't even have any motivation to work on my DnD campaign. Even though writing a good story is my dream in life I just can't push myself to do it.
I hate this. I don't like living like this, I don't get why I feel empty even though I seem to be doing stuff right. I don't get why I'm so miserable, I just want to be happy. I can't even tell them how miserable I feel because I feel like an attention seeker or like I'm burdening them with my emotions. I don't even want to tell my girlfriend, I just feel like I'm a waste of oxygen. I don't mean to sound edgy, I don't hate myself I think but I really just feel like my life is pointless.
This sucks dude.

My spouse is currently 42 Days sober out of rehab, and I am so proud! So many positive changes, and I can see his heart, its an amazing feeling. Unfortunately I was under the misguided impression that when he became sober, he would be completely out of the “psychosis” and realize that what he had been accusing me of, was just bizarre and not true. Yet here we sit, trying to show each other love, yet I know in the back of his mind, he legitimately believes he caught me in MULTIPLE porn video’s(which he sent to me while I was working), sleeping with his family members, male and female, ages ranging from high school, up to 50’s…strangers, all the neighbors…you name it, he accused me of it. Even when these women look nothing like me and they are covering their eyes. So i guess my question isn’t why he feels this way, because I’ve read about all i could read about drug induced psychosis…but more a question as to maybe how long, or is this idea going to stay planted forever? He refuses to watch the video’s he sent me before going to rehab. I had kept them as my “proof” per se that they weren’t me, but he believes he will just be triggered by watching them because he is afraid he will still “see me” in them, even though I have never done such a thing in my life, and 110% those women are not me. In my mind I’m thinking, what better solution to the problem, than to watch the videos with sober eyes and realize they aren’t me, wouldn’t that be a damn relief, for the both of us? Obviously not a relief if his brain could truly cause him to picture my face on other peoples bodies, but of course I’m not thinking of that, when I know that no way in hell these people are me, just like I cant possibly understand where he is coming from, he cannot see perspective from my side either, when this is quite literally reality versus drug induced psychosis… Has anyone experienced this situation? I cannot help but to feel offended by these accusations, and the strong desire to prove my innocence. What I cannot seem to get on board with, is the idea that he needs to just be able to deal with “my cheating” “accept it” and be able to “move on”…because that is offensive to my sensibilities. I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS ACTualLY BETRAYED…so those resentments and feelings of a need for forgivingness belong to me, how can I watch someone try to “get over, and be okay with” something I never did…that cannot be the best solution to the problem, because for the rest of our lives, can he then claim to be triggered by the fact that I had cheated on him, even if only in his head, and I must feel some sort of pity for him, and treat the situation delicately like I have anything to be sorry for, and feel empathy for him? Selfishly I am speaking now, but those feelings of betrayal belong to me, I am the one who is destroyed inside, lacking confidence, feeling like I wasn’t enough, but does the success of his recovery process mean that I must make myself small once again and allow him to believe that he is working on forgiveness for my actions? That is such a damn hard pill to swallow…although, I would do it, I just want there to be another answer. He cheated on me multiple times over multiple years, so I’m aware that he may be projecting his own insecurities onto me because of his guilt, and I need to be sensitive to the fact that what happened in his head was very real to him…but how do I maneuver around the ideas put into his head when he was experiencing psychosis, now that his brain is healing and he is sober? I hoped that there would just be a “TADAAA” moment when he was sober, that he would finally see what I had been seeing this whole time, but is that too much to hope for? I have stayed by his side, and tried to be his strongest supporter, I have tried to take on all child and financial responsibilities, and I am emotionally wore out…yet I must be met with questions about WHERE the money to do the supporting is coming from…because it couldn’t possibly be the job that I’ve maintained…while being alone to take care of the child a majority of his life, and making sure I drove all the way across the state whenever I was allowed to visit at rehab. I cannot help but to feel anger when I am struggling so much and fighting for what I know my reality is, yet trying to be supportive for him, barely getting sleep, and continuing to go to work…and then be accused of getting money from anywhere but the job that my bank account and paystubs can verify. I love him more than he will ever know, but my anger that he would accuse me of such things, is starting to be replaced by sadness. I do not necessarily want to feel sorry for him, because I know this is not fair to me, but how can I not have empathy for the person I love so much, that actually feels somewhat broken hearted, even if not because of my true actions…? To look into the eyes of someone you love, and know that this isn’t just a game, that they are feeling true pain, based on facts that have become so real to them in their head…it breaks my heart, even though I have no guilt to carry, as I have never been unfaithful. I wanted to be mad for the longest time, but it hurts different when you know that scenes, and photos, and voices were actually playing over in their heads, and they actually feel they were betrayed…how do we prepare ourselves for situations like this? He was absolutely awful to me when he was high, accused me of every disgusting act, with strangers, his family, anyone. I was called every name in the book, but I just tried to research what this drug was doing to him, I felt knowledge could help me to separate my feelings from myself so I could just try to understand what was going on, and because deaf and numb to how he was making me feel. I already know that I struggle with depression, insecurity, and an unhealthy need to belong and be desired by my partner, so I had to go to extreme lengths to prove I cared, and a lot of those lengths compromised me, and they were at my expense, because I am not okay, but I focus on him and his recovery so that I don’t have to deal with those feelings for now. I felt I owed it to our 4 year old son, to try and help his father, and I also selfishly believed that I deserved a good man, after all the ****, it was my turn to be happy, and I had chosen his…God had chosen him to lead my family, so i wasn’t going to give up on him. How do I now not feel like I have to spend every moment feeling I have to try and prove something that never happened? I know what infidelity did to me, to my very core, I am not okay, a large part due to the fact that I still could never imagine flirting with another man, let alone having sex with them, it makes me sick, that’s how ridiculously faithful I am in my heart, and mind…that my body would never do what he was able to do to me. I have to try and tell myself, although I know it isn’t true, he doesn’t, and what if he is feeling the same way in his gut, that I feel because of actions he actually took? Is this a life sentence? How long does reality take to set back in, or are the memories that occurred during psychosis permanent?? Is this a problem that now sits as a dark shadow over our relationship, that he must “deal with”…or is there hope that a day comes where that paranoia and delusional thinking gets exposed, and clear thinking can prove to himself that what he thought was true, never was? I want an epiphany…not just acceptance from him, I want him to know absolutely that I didn’t deserve his behaviors and that I have always been true and stood right there, I need a miracle… I cannot picture a happy future with someone who feels they must forgive me for something that I didn’t do, that specific something being my largest daily struggle, trying not to think of that her, that woman who came like a tornado through me, she destroyed any sort of positive thinking I had started accumulating towards myself, anything good I felt I had to offer, and sense of confidence I may have built in myself when I fell in love with him, gone… the moment I realized that I wasn’t enough, over ,and over, and over again…the thought of that infidelity tears my stomach up when I have to think about it, so if some storyline is playing in his head, and he feels betrayed… if we are both that hurt, how does our story end, if sobriety doesn’t mean clear eyes on the same situation?

I'm not a doctor to say, but Forrest Galante seems way too eager to find Thylacine. Even he starts to believe in fake pictures and convincing the people that he got them from "Trusted People". Also with current political conflict with Free Papua Movement and Indonesian Government (the NGO has held hostage of a New Zealand Pilot and responsible for killing some civilian) , Forrest seems to neglect it and chooses to go on expedition to New Guinea Highlands (Both Indonesian and New Guinea Territory). I mean, seriously... He does not seem to be the man I admire back in 2018. What's gotten into him?

Tl;dr: My first love was coined just as therapist relationship.
Myself(20M), From the beginning it was on and off story, she(18F) had left her past and embraced new journey with me which held strong for an year and on and off for 3 years because we were still kids and facing board exams. My part of love started like when I was 15(she was 13) and confessed when she was 16 (I was 18). She had also told me to wait till her board exams and I did wait for her for an year and (still waiting...)
I never ever questioned she had her past relationship once ( when she was much younger) . When she said that she would like to have a fresh start and promised me. I believed that mistakes happen and I thought not everyone would be lucky and let my first love at stake. I forgave her and believed her for this.
I believed in her for the new start. It was strong - you know when people write old type love letters always to each other and shared a docs file to write down everything and plan future and all. I had even documented every past visit/meetups and all as a story and she was too. It was great to experience both sides again after the meetups in text format. Like literally our history is like 200+ pages.
Now somehow the old past came back and she is now saying that she was just therapist-ing me for my rough childhood days and she was just helping me.
Now you only tell me, someone whom you discuss all your past and plan life with and share many personal stuff ends up being just therapist-ing each other?? I am not blaming my old past or her leaving me.. the title which she gave to my precious little first true love as therapist relationship. That hurt me in all possible ways. I don't have 6packs nor do I look handsome, my pros are having patience and being calm. She said her past bf is more calmer and has more patience than me . I cannot compete with someone with my best trait when it is having patience. I guess my boon became a curse. If that's how I need to prove my love then I shall wait.. for her
What hurt me the most is that.. two sided love story turned (coined) into a therapist story. Or atleast that was the reason given by her.
Yet here I am desperate about my first true love and still waiting for her when she seems to be long gone. If that's(having patience) how I need to prove my love then I shall wait.. for her... With all those love letters that I have stacked with me...

I just a letter from my leasing company from Namur council stating that I had to pay a fine as I did not have a parking ticket displayed. It was my car as stated in the letter at the street and time.
However, I did put a valid parking ticket from the machine, and I even double checked as it stated 23:59 for that Sunday (i.e free whole day parking). I also checked the date on it to be sure. I remember it clearly as I was showing my kid how to do get the ticket from the machine and we messed up the 1st ticket so I had to make another correct one.
Clearly without any evidence, picture of the my car with the ticket, I will not be able to contest it.
Three questions:
1) Can I ask them to prove that I didnt have a ticket? If they took a photo of my windscreen, it will be possible to see the ticket but I doubt one can read it.
2) If I did find my ticket, will it make a difference? As having a ticket doesn't mean it was displayed correctly. It should still be in my paper recycling bin in the garage but dont want to go through it all for nothing.
3) If I just paid the fine now, can I claim it back later if proven incorrect? I have the feeling that this is one of those infuriating mistakes that you cant win.
Thanks.

TL;DR: Boyfriend (33M) of 5 months seems to be dishonest or keeping me (27F) a secret. Changed phone background to pic of me with him when with me, then when we’re apart, changes his background to something else.
I started dating a guy 5 months ago and we shortly went long distance after I got relocated to Texas for my new job. The plan was to work in Texas temporarily and try to move back after 1-2 years of experience but the plan has slowly changed, he told me he plans to move to Texas by the end of this year to be with me, because his work gave him the opportunity to relocate.
I have been selectively single for a while because I was remotely working and traveling; moving around a lot has made it hard to settle in one spot. But for the first time after meeting him, I wanted to settle in one spot.
Our relationship has been 4 months in person and 3 long distance now (talked for 2 months before dating). He seems like a genuine guy and checks all the boxes for me, He (White American) is learning Mandarin because he knows how important my culture is to me. He randomly decided on his own this year he was learning Mandarin. I told him he didn’t need to, and that I would still have the same feelings for him, but he thinks that learning my language will bring him closer to me and my culture.
Here is why I’m having mixed feelings; we had each other as each other’s phone backgrounds. When he came to visit me last month, I saw that his phone background had changed to some mountain landscape. He didn’t notice that I had seen the phone background change. The next morning, when I was grabbing his phone to turn off the alarm he had, he snatched the phone quickly and turned off the alarm. I went to shower and when I came out, he was showing something on his phone to me and I saw he changed it to a picture of us. But today we were webcamming (3 weeks after he visited) and he picked up his phone and I saw it had changed to a black background.
While yes, I was disappointed when I saw the mountain background initially, I didn’t care if he didn’t want a picture of me on his phone background. What seemed sketchy was he changed it the next morning. I didn’t make a big deal of it because it had been 3 weeks since we had seen each other and I didn’t want to spoil the fun of him visiting for the weekend. It was his birthday and I bought him a plane ticket and planned a surprise party for him.
Seeing that he’s back in the bay and changed his phone background back just seemed sketchy. Am I overreacting for thinking he is keeping me a secret or something? He introduced me to his grandma who is closest to him, spends his energy learning my culture, and his weekends on the phone with me… but something about this seems off to me.
He has never mentioned me in any work conversation- seems like workers don’t know about me. When I told him I wanted to come to his work and work remote from the cafe at his office (when I was still in California), he told me it would be boring and noisy. We don’t have each other on any social media either so I don’t really know what he’s up to. He tells me he has no friends and doesn’t text anyone which is a bit hard to believe. On top of that, in the past he would disappear for a few hours and not text until I mentioned I would like a text at least every 4 hours. Am I overthinking this? He has all the green flag energy, but changing the phone backgrounds seemed a bit dishonest. I wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t want me on his Home Screen, but why change it when I’m not looking? If he’s talking to someone else or keeping me a secret, why waste his energy learning Mandarin and why spend his weekends on the phone with me? The long distance + fresh relationship makes it hard for me to now trust him.. but he also seemed sincere about how he would make the move to be closer to me at the end of this year.

Stray Cat Wound
I've been feeding a neighborhood stray off and on for about 6 months. He's very friendly, so I even let him stay in the utility room quite a few times this past winter. (He's in the utility room because he's scared of my 2 dogs). He's a Tom that prefers to be outside where the action is, especially at night. On Saturday he came looking for food as I was getting in the car to leave for most of the day. I hurried back into the house and got him some food, then noticed that he had a huge lump on his cheek. I gave it a squeeze and puss came oozing out. I cleaned it some but had to be somewhere. When I got home at about 2 am I called for him but he didn't show up until Sunday night. I made him come inside and I cleaned the crusted sore, applied an warm rag and got more of the infection out. I was able to trim some of the hair around the wound but he wasn't real cooperative, by then he started meowing to go out. I decided I wasn't going to let him out until the wound was a little better. Yesterday it still looked bad so I went and bought some iodine. I cleaned it and flushed out the hole with a syringe. I was able to trim some more hair around the sore. Today it seemed a little better but he's freaking out! He wants outside! I was able to wrap him in a towel and use some trimmers to shave some of the hair away then clean it some more. He's been very vocal, wanting out. I returned from the store just as he had pushed the screen out of a partially open window and escaped (I had 2 child gates stacked to block entry to the room). I caught him, brought him back inside and reminded him of where the litter box that I set up last winter. He used it to pee, then took a huge shit in the corner on the carpet. I was ready to go ahead and let him out. I then noticed that he had removed the little bit of skin that was covering the sore and it was now a huge, oozing hole in his cheek. I've cleaned it with diluted iodine a few times today but it still looks bad. I tried covering it with gauze and tape but he quickly removed it. He has need meowing for hours, putting his nose to the crack at the bottom of the door, and he's checked a few windows. He wants out pretty bad. I even called the vet, but they want more money than I have. He's not my cat, but I have grown found of him. I'd hate to see him injured more than he is. But honestly, if he continues to shit on my floor, I'd prefer him to be outside as well. What I'm wondering is if anyone knows of a way that I could cover his wound so it won't come off when I let him back outside, or if it will some how heal on it's own? He'll likely be back for food in 1-2 days and I can check it then. I'm imagining this gaping hole, larger than a quarter, full of dirt and weeds when he returns, but maybe he'll try to keep it protected some how. Sorry this is so long, but I've always been more of a dog person, so caring for cats is new to me. Any advice would be appreciated! Thanks!

I drive over to the bar on 44th Street. Doesn't take long to find it. It's got a black sign with silver writing on it, the name is spelled out in some florid style, similar to the Coke name on the cans, lots of flowing ornamentation, much more than on the actual Coke logo. Inside it's a chintzy place with some old 90s EDM playing, sounds a bit like The Chemical Brothers, that big beat style. It ain't loud. The place isn't busy at this time, there's a guy sat at the bar in an old, rumpled suit, and a few guys spotted around the place. There's CCTV all over the bar and I wonder how long they keep it for. I walk up to the bar and the bartender comes over. He's a tall, skinny guy with black pants and a black company top.
He looks me over. "What'll it be, toots?"
He's got a squeaky voice, sounds like he just got here from 1938. I show him my badge and then the picture.
"You know this guy?"
He looks at it carefully, as if he needs to inspect it to be sure. "Sure, sure. He comes here sometimes."
"When was he last here?"
He thinks for a second, rubs his chin. "About a month ago. Ain't seen him since then though."
"Was he with anyone?"
"Not when he arrived," he says with a knowing smile.
"So he met someone here?"
"Oh yeah." He fiddles with his wedding band. "Funny though, didn't think she was his type."
I look at his hands and then back at his face. "Married?"
"Working."
"Did she work for him?"
"I don't know. They left together but another guy left with them," he says.
"What do you mean? They all left together? How did that work?"
He thinks again. "She was chatting with some girl, probably another worker but I ain't seen here around here before. Guy was sat at the bar and then she came to buy a drink. They talk a bit and then when she went back to her friend she kept glancing over. He gets up, walks to a booth, she joins him. They talked for a bit, I can't remember how long, but not long. Then this other guy comes in, sees them and joins them. She buys a round of drinks, they talk, drink up, and all three of them leave together."
I nod as if it makes sense. "What did they look like? The working girl and the guy?"
"Uh, the guy, he was a short-stack." He looks away when he realises what he's said to me. "Not tough looking, small, looked like someone who'd pay, if you know what I mean."
"Client?"
"Possibly. I ain't seen him in here before. He was smartly dressed, not a suit, but a shirt and nice slacks."
"And the girl?"
"Tall, blonde, fake though, bleached. Long legs, short skirt, tight top. You know what I'm saying, right? She's gotta suck 'em in. Worked like a charm from what I could see."
"You think he paid and went with her?"
"If they'd left alone, just the two of 'em I'da said yes, but with the other guy? Who knows. Maybe they wanted a three-way or something, but I didn't get the impression the two guys knew one another."
"What about the girl? She been in before? Did it seem like she knew the other guy, shorty?"
He shakes his head. "Not from what I seen. I didn't hear them talk, but he seemed to be introducing himself to them. Then he sat down and like I said, they talked, she bought drinks, they drank and talked and left. And she's a regular. I think she works nearby."
"Any idea where?"
He shakes his head. "I stay away from that stuff."
"Did this guy," I shake the picture, "talk to shorty when the worker bought the drinks?"
"I didn't look at them, I was making the drinks. They didn't seem to be talking when she got up and came over to the bar."
"So it looks like none of them knew one another but they all left together and she's a working girl?"
"About the size of it, yeah."
"Okay, thanks. One last thing, the CCTV; how long do you keep it for?"
"About a month."
"So they might be on it?"
"It's possible." He looks down the bar to where a guy is waving his glass. "I gotta go, sorry."
I nod and watch him walk off then head back to my car. I ponder what he told me, and realise I'm stuck. I can't think who the short guy might be, and the working girl matches to the description of any number of them in the city. I try to think of a working place nearby and can't figure any. I know a guy who works with them, tries to help them out, stop them working. He's a part of some local church as far as I know. I decide to pay him a visit.

Pictures of stacked haircuts from the back

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