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A postal carrier, that anonymous stranger who knows your first, middle, and last name. They know if you’re married, single, or divorced; if you’re struggling to pay the bills, called to jury duty, or how well you’re liked by the amount of Christmas cards you receive. They know more than they should, and yet we know nothing about them. That never bothered me until my new postal carrier introduced himself with a complaint about a nonexistent problem.
One evening I came home from the office, and as I was launching my briefcase up into the air, aiming for the couch, and loosening my tie, I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and standing on the front porch with his arm extended, was the postal carrier holding a piece of paper. Was he new? Didn’t seem familiar but then again all I ever saw of the postal carrier was a shadow sitting in a tiny truck.
He was covered in dark, matted hair. I could see neither the skin on his arms or legs. The pale pigment of his skin revealed only under his grey eyes above a thick long beard and mustache.
He handed me the piece of paper. It was a form with a checkmark by one of many categories of complaint, of which I was accused of parking in front of the mailbox. On the very bottom was penciled: Please kindly move your vehicle from in front of the car.
It was a strange request since I never parked on the street. In fact, I never parked in the driveway. I always put my baby in the garage.
“But I’m not parked in front of the mailbox!” I explained. He simply flashed his pearly whites and walked away.
The very next afternoon the doorbell rang again. It was him, with another piece of paper in hand.
“This is ridiculous. I’m not parked in front of the mailbox. Holy shit, I’m not even parked outside!”
He grunted and shook his head no and pushed the note into my stomach. I grabbed the piece of paper. This wasn’t a form, but lined paper with a note:
This neighborhood sure does have a lot of rabbits, Jerry! You must be a very lucky guy.
Confused, I handed him back the letter. Jerry, great, he knew my name. Well of course he knew my name, but just to see evidence of it- that unnerved me.
“Yeah, well I don’t know about lucky,” I said as I tried to turn away.
“Why are rabbit feet so lucky?” he asked in a barely audible whisper.
“What? Rabbit feet?”
He cleared his throat. “Is it an award for catching them. Is the luck in their belly at first and then it just kind of sinks down into their feet. Seems a little weird to me. So, if I catch a rabbit and cut its foot off, how long will that luck last?”
“I got to go…” I tried to answer.
“I bet its only for about a week. I mean they’re real easy to catch. Doesn’t seem right you would get much luck for such an easy task.” He was excited about the topic and unwilling to stop the conversation, so I abruptly walked into the house and shut the door behind me. I could hear him still talking for a bit before he finally realized I wasn’t there.
“Ok Jerry, we’ll talk tomorrow. See ya, buddy.” I watched through the door lite as he walked back towards the mail truck.
“I like Jerry. That was a good talk. He don’t know much about rabbits though,” he said to himself.
For a third day in a row the doorbell rang. I refused to answer the door and stayed upstairs in my room. He was a stubborn carrier, that anonymous whoever standing on my front porch. He rang the doorbell for over an hour. When he finally decided to quit on the doorbell, he stepped out into the front yard and yelled up at my bedroom window.
“Ok Jerry, we’ll talk tomorrow. I left you something on the front porch. It’s a whole lotta luck. Should last you about three months.” I heard the truck door shut and the engine fade away into the distance.
I pulled the shade down to make sure he was nowhere around. I saw that the truck was gone, so I made my way downstairs. Outside on the front porch was a green plastic tote, with a flip-top lid. Flies were buzzing in and out of the partial opening where the two sides of the lid did not fit tightly. I could see dried blood on either side of the tote. I searched around the yard and found a stick. I took the stick, forced it into a small opening and lifted open the lid. The tote was filled with severed rabbit’s feet, what looked to be the remains of a whole bunch of rabbits. There on top was a piece of paper that read:
Jerry, I like you. Here’s some luck!!!!!!!!! Hope it lasts a long, long time.
Rabbits are so slow. It’s funny. Why are they lucky? But if that’s the rule.
Your friend.
The bottom of my throat bulged with the contents of my stomach. I vomited into the tote, not so much out of disgust, but out of fear. I went inside and called the police.
The police came and took my report, along with a detective that wanted a statement.
Detective Fletcher had a few questions. It wouldn’t take long. “What did this man look like?”
I explained to the detective as much as I could remember but felt it a little unnecessary since he worked for the post office. How hard could it be to apprehend him?
“No, this guy doesn’t work for the post office. Your postal carrier is on vacation this week. There was a report of a stolen mail truck, but we haven’t tracked it down. Seems like the carrier filling in runs earlier in the day. This other sick fella came afterward.”
“You guys are going to catch him, right?”
“Well…,” he shrugged his shoulders. He then pulled out a card and handed it to me. “If you remember anything else give me a call, otherwise call 911.”
Not feeling very confident with the detective’s answer, I decided to buy a gun. I found a pawn store on Dickerson Road and bought a small caliber revolver. Being that I had never owned a gun, or shot one for that matter, I resolved to get to the firing range and practice, but instead I tossed it unloaded into my nightstand and forgot all about it.
Months passed and the regular postal carrier resumed his route. Mike was his name. I forced myself to get to know him. I owed it to him, and I was thankful that he wasn’t a rabbit obsessed loon. He was rather confused by my unwarranted admiration, but we got along well. Mike had gone to Panama City Beach the week of my strange visitations. He had bought some bright yellow socks with palm trees embroidered across the seams. He wore them every Friday as a reminder that he now had less than a year before his next trip to the beach.
“Man, I wish I was back on the beach, but I wouldn’t feel right leaving you with my substitute. I hear the U.S. Post Office will hire anybody. Maybe next time I’ll leave you a rabbit foot for protection,” he would often say, never realizing that he had said it to me numerous times already. I would always laugh even though the joke had long run its course. Yet, I felt safe with him around. Everything was fine and right until that November.
Thanksgiving was two weeks away and I was getting ready for a trip back home to visit my parents. By the end of the night, I was exhausted from packing, planning, and the general chaos of holiday maneuverings. I laid down on the bed to take a load off my feet, and unintentionally fell asleep.
I was awakened by something landing on my chest. The lights were still on, so it didn’t take my eyes long to focus. There standing at the end of my bed was the crazy, fake, not-so-real postal carrier. The hair on his body had grown long, and hung in twisted, filthy knots. His eyes were dark red, and set deep under his protruding brow. He flashed his teeth, but this time there were long incisors situated on both his upper and lower jaws.
“I thought you would like the luck I gave you.” He struggled to speak through his fang-fitted mouth. “But maybe it wasn’t enough. My gift was not so good, so I got you something better.”
I pulled my eyes away from him and looked down at my chest. It was a severed human leg wearing a bright yellow sock with Panama City Beach embroidered across the seam. I shoved the leg off of me and onto the floor.
“Don’t do that,” he admonished. “I worked hard for that. He fought real hard. That kind of fight-back has got to be worth a lot of luck.” He lumbered over to the side of the bed, picked up the leg, and tossed it on my lap.
I quickly moved to the other side of the bed. This offended him; he growled and hunched over in an intimidating stance of defiance. “Jerry, you make me confused. Why don’t you like my gift?”
“I do. Believe me, I do. I appreciate the gift.”
“And the pretty sock?” he added.
“Yes, and the pretty sock.” I slowly reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer to get the gun. He saw what I was doing and hurried around to the other side of the bed to accost me. I pulled the gun out and aimed, but there was nothing but a click. I had forgotten that the gun was empty.
“Jerry tried to kill me,” he bellowed in anger.
“No, no. I was just getting my gun to go hunt rabbits with you. I like the yellow sock, but you still got to get rabbits for luck. Human feet just have a very little amount of luck. I don’t know why but for some reason rabbits are magical and they got a lot of luck stored inside them. You said I didn’t like your first gift but that’s not true. Man, that was the best time of my life. I had all kinds of good luck flowing around me. Thank you. Now, I need more.”
“Really, Jerry?”
“Yes. Now I want to show you a special place where there are lots of rabbits, so many in fact, they fill up a whole field. You can just step out and pick one up without even chasing or shooting it.”
I convinced my bestial antagonist to wait outside while I got the car out of the garage. I told him that we had to drive across town to get to the field. I opened the garage door and backed out. I was hoping he was in the driveway so I could run him over, but the goon was waiting in the yard. He opened the door and hopped in the passenger seat. He smelled awful, like a wet dog, and his foul essence exuded throughout the interior of my car. I feared I would never be able to wash the stench out of the seat fabric. His labored breathing was loud and obnoxious. I was ready to be rid of him.
I drove over two hours to the next county, deep in a rural, swath of hills and patchy forests. I spotted a dirt road to the left and turned down it.
“This is it.” I stopped the car.
“Where are all the rabbits?”
“It’s on up the road but we got to get out and walk from here.” He looked over at me with a quizzical look. “Well go on. I just got to get something out of the trunk. You’re going to miss out on all that luck.”
We both got out and he walked on ahead as I walked around to the back of the car. He looked back, but I motioned him to move forward. I opened the trunk to complete the ruse. As soon as he was a good distance up the road, I closed the trunk and jumped in the car. I reached over and shut his door as well, pushing the button to activate the door locks.
He hadn’t noticed anything at all was awry. I was tempted to slowly roll up on him and then run him over, be done with the threat of him forever, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I put the car in reverse and slowly backed out onto the road. At that point he turned and ran towards me, wailing like a child, begging me not to leave him. I put the car in drive and sped off.
As I turned onto the road that led to my neighborhood, I noticed an abandoned postal truck parked up at the elementary school. It was at that moment I realized a crucial mistake in what I had done. Although difficult, I should have finished him off. I should have put him down. I traveled a long distance to rid myself of this ragged old dog, dropped him off in the country, in the middle of nowhere, as so many other irresponsible pet owners have done in the past, but unlike all those other pet owners, my damn dog can drive.

Does anyone who keeps up with recruiting know if there are any VFLs with kids coming up through football over the next few years?
When CFB25 comes out, I'd love to have a list of names I could use for recruits. I know you can't create a prospect, but I believe it was confirmed you can change generated recruits after they're in the roster.
If I can't find any, I was planning on making some up as I go with last names of players who had played ~18-24 years prior to the season I'm at, at that time.
Much appreciated to anyone who can provide any assistance!

Sorry this post got so long and was not meant to be an AITAH post, but this is something I still think of to this day. Some background I'm absolutely all about making others feel special on special days and the like. When warranted I tend to go out of my way for the people I care about and it's rarely reciprocated. The later has only been a recent revelation that I've finally woken up to because of getting married.
Now on to the story.....
I (42F) married my husband (44M) Feb 14, 2022. I know it's cliche to have your wedding on Valentine's Day but we consider that to be our 1st date anniversary as well so we stuck with it. That's not really the issue although I could probably write a whole other story about that as well.
I digress, my story actually is about my bachelorette party or lack there of. I had a hard time picking my bridal party, as I don't have that many close girlfriends most women just don't like me, and that's ok. But my husband has a large friend group so i needed to to fill out my side of the bridal party. So I ended up with a bridal party consisting of Only 1 of my bio sisters (the other 2 not included for reasons that can start a whole other bridal rant), my SIL, my bestie, my cousin, a mutual friend of myself and sisters and my husband’s bestie (whom I love dearly.) Now I had junior bridesmaids and groomsmen as well so as to incorporate our children in all aspects of the wedding, we even had a sand ceremony, but they don't matter to this portion of the story except to say that my idea of a great bachelorette would've been able to include them.
I love the idea of a joint bachelobachelorette weekend but because my husband's friends already had his planned the minute (I do mean the absolute minute) I was introduced to them, the joint party wasn't an option. I made it clear to my Bio sis and SIL that the bachelorette weekend was something I didn't want to have to plan myself as I was planning and putting together everything for the wedding and reception and it was something I would rather they handled as my MOHs. I did let them know I would prefer lowkey, something like an AirBNB with maybe a pool so we can just get together for some poolside drinks and private Karaoke (1 of my fav things to do), but no bar hoping or Vegas trip was necessary as most of the people who would be invited were mothers who rarely ever did that kind of thing anymore.
They had a year and a half to plan so, I thought, plenty of time. 6 months out from the wedding my husband had dates and flights (all arranged and paid for my the groomsmen) and he asked me what the plan was for my bachelorette. I told him I didn't have a clue as nothing had been told to me about it. The Bridesmaids had their on chat without me for them to go back and forth about particulars and what have you without getting me involved, exactly how I wanted it. So we asked and my sis said they had nothing nailed down because they couldn't get a consensus on what to do. I asked what was the possible details and she gave an enormous 1dy rundown that basically had us driving all over town crossing 3 separated county lines that included drinking at every stop. All of this with no overnight accommodations for anyone. Most of my guest are unfamiliar with the areas we would be in and it was basically the exact opposite of what I had suggested. I asked about what I had suggested and she stated the cost was too much and many people were saying that traveling was going to be an issue.
At this point I'm now wondering if it's even going to happen at all. My sis tells me don't worry we will do something. So I let it go. My main concern at that point was not to be a "Bridezilla" as everyone was afraid I would be. A few more weeks pass and my sis tells me about the bridal shower she and my SIL planned. It was a nice 2hr brunch and I was super happy it was done but let's face it, it's not a bachelorette. So I asked my bestie and my husband's bestie what was up with it. I was told that no one was able to commit to a date and an event. So I tried to get involved at that point because I really needed to know if anything was happening. They all assured me that they work together and get back to me.
It's now a month out from our wedding and I haven't heard anything. My husband's bachelor weekend had come and gone and still no word on mine. So i get into the chat and ask hey so whats up with Bachelorette wknd? Crickets. Finally I get an answer about 2dys later saying that there was nothing planned because they never got a consensus. So I asked that if I got an AirBNB and made the plans who would be able to attend. I got no response. This is when it occurred to me that the problem wasn't that they couldn't decide but that no one was actually interested.
It made me feel bad. Each of these people had been made to feel special on there special days by me in one way or the other. I wasn't even in my sis's wedding party but I was the one who made her bachelorette weekend happen. I planned, coordinated, set up, bought liquor, purchased and did her hair and cleaned up her venue for her own wedding only 2yrs prior. I personally drove my brother and my SIL to Vegas in my car on my gas and paid for everything for them to get married when they were fresh out of high school and 18yrs and none of our parents wanted it. The others (except husband's bestie at that point but have since) have had similar experience with me. But this one thing no one seemed interested in.
For context....For my wedding I was determined to be a non-bridezilla so I made it easy on everyone my main and only real request was for everyone to wear white rompers as i would be wearing Champagne and Rose Gold. Their accessories I was purchasing they were only responsible for shoes in the specified color for there position. I didn't rope anyone into helping with wedding prep or any projects specific to the wedding. They only had to take care of bachelorette weekend. So I guess it is an AITA post after all....lol...
But really tho AITA for being hurt by this?

Campaign Info: Set right before Arks of Omen, the player characters find themselves members of the bridge crew of Rogue Trader Dynasty Empyrean. A dynasty with a deep and rich history, with a warrant signed by Vulkan, its Rogue Trader always guided by a mysterious member of the Mechanicus, and a devout loyalty to humanity. The dynasty found itself lost from the Imperium in M37, caught in a warp incursion that thrust the flagship of the family deep into the Ghoul Stars. The dynasty, now stranded on a lost primitive planet, managed to gain a foothold, uniting its people and fighting off many chaos invasions. After a long 5 millennia, the mechanicus benefactor was able to locate the planet, and save the bloodline he thought was lost to the Immaterium. Hastily extracting the bloodline of the dynasty and its bridge crew, they made way to Nocturne in order to reignite the flame that was House Empyrean.
Time: No set time yet, planning around Saturday Evenings EST
System: FFG and GM-Approved Homebrew, primarily using RT2E
Players: [Up to 6] requested, [4] participating
Method of Play: Currently Discord for VC and Dice, setting up a Roll20 or Foundry later down the line.
Warning: This game will contain the following - Tech Heresy, Potential Major Changes to Canon, Explicit Themes
Player Slots:

• Rogue Trader - Zuriel Empyrean, last scion of House Empyrean
  
• Missionary - Xa'vor, Chaplain of the Salamanders
  
• Navigator - Damien Ferrei, scion of House Ferrei
  
• Executioner - Victor Talos, Vindicare
  
• Arch Militant
  
• Explorator
  
• Seneschal
  
• Sister Pariah
  
• Voidmaster
  
• Astropath Transcendent
  

Notes:

• Absolutely 0 Xenos, due to the family's ties to the Salamanders. Yes, I am aware a rogue trader is allowed to, this is done out of respect.
  
• The Dynasty has been gifted a personal vessel from that member of the Mechanicus, one of his Ark Mechanicus. Yes, I am aware of the scope of the vessel, I am limiting how the Dynasty gains vessels.
  
• The Dynasty plans on focusing Colonization and making money for the first few years, followed by STC hunting and expansion into the Veiled Region
  
• 1500xp, Max Fate and Wounds
  
• I plan on giving out and taking away Fate quite frequently
  
• I am 100% open to criticism, deals, and changes, just ask
  
• Unrelated note, DM me for drive files for every FFG file
  

Hello all, first post here. I'm a PPL student sitting at 34 hours, currently on hiatus (again) I'm asking here because both my CFIs moved on while I waited for my medical (again). Here's the skinny: I started PPL 5 years ago but because of AAM-300 I've had to stop, wait, and start over three times AND I've spent half my flight school loan on my medical and retraining. My goal is not the airlines but to fly public benefit missions and teach as a CFI, and now I'm looking at a possible solution to make that work for my goals rather than being the goal. The nonprofit I'm looking at requires PPL and 200 PIC minimum to fly missions. Once I get PPL I can fly right seat as safety pilot until I have 200 in my logbook to fly PIC. Here's my question: how can safety pilot hours during missions count towards my Instrument, and Commercial (dual?) and under what circumstances can I legally log PIC towards Instrument and Commercial on missions while dual with the more experienced nonprofit pilot? Ultimately I'm trying to save rental/fuel money (I'll also be looking for fellow flying club members to grind hours with) while getting started ASAP flying missions for a cause I very much believe in. I hate that I'd be doing it already were it not for the bureaucrats in OKC and DC.
Thank you for your input, unusual situation.

who’s father taught him financial literacy, sent him to a good college, had a few good years of tailgates and parties, casual sex with beautiful women. Then after college networked into an email job where he clears 6 figures doing the bare minimum and living comfortably in a 3 bedroom home with wife and kids. no matter how much I work out, or try to improve myself now, nothing will ever make up for the fact that i had no guidance. no one to show me how college worked or what career path to take. I will always be starting from behind, toiling my youth away working just to come home to fully grown adult roommates who can’t wash dishes without being told.

Unnecessary long text below with my cats whole life story so
TLDR: Starded taking my once outside cat who is now indoor cat on walks with a harness. It used to work well. Now he wont stop screaming at the door cause he wants to go out. I'm not getting any sleep and I don't know what to do. Seeking advice.
Hi,
I have a male cat, named Leo, that will turn 18 years old later this year. I've had him since he was born when I was 9. The first three years of his life he was an indoor cat. Then our family moved to a big house on the countryside that was surrounded by forest and fields with only one small road to and from the house, our closest neighbors lived 100 meters away and we live in the middle of Sweden so there are predators in our forests but it's not common that they pray on house cats. So basically as safe of a place for a cat to be when it comes to outdoor living.
I moved away from home maybe 7 years ago and I didn't bring Leo even though it hurt so much to leave my baby but I never thought he would cope with being an indoor cat. But during the first two years Leo was super restless and would be a menace to everyone. Screaming constantly for everyone's affection and attention but when the rest of my family tried to give it to him he didn't want it.
Since we had basically been attached to each other for his whole life up to that point and we really were inseparable and best friends, he just REALLY missed his mom.
And every time I came back home I just needed to stand on our porch and call for him 3-4 times, wait 2-15 minutes(depending on how far away he was) and I could see him running down the road towards me and straight to my arms.
So I eventually took him with me to me and my boyfriends apartment about two years after I moved out but originally he was only supposed to "visit" us for a short while until he basically was tired of not being able to go outside anymore .
A few months before that I took his brother from the same litter home to us cause he had gotten sick, he was never much for the outdoor life anyway and we had the best chance of treating him if he stayed with us. Leo loved his brother so this was no issue.
The thing was, Leo never got tired of being an indoor cat and was super happy as long as he was able to be with me every day. And since he has basically been my best friend since I was 9 we can both read each other insanely well and I could tell he really was soo happy again(i know i sound like a crazy cat Lady but it's true).
His brother sadly passed a few months later(got a wonderful life though). Leo was alone for a few months after that while we grieved his brother but the thought was to adopt an older female cat cause he needed a playmate, we wanted to give an older cat a forever home and since Leo has been neutered since he was about three years old(I know it's late but my mom didn't know better) he isn't behaving like an intact male... But he was definitely was "the king" of our old house and he can still be a bit territorial and doesn't accept other males trying to one up him.
But then we fostered two kittens(siblings) that were in a very bad situation and that ended with a "foster fail" which means we kept them both. One male and one female.
Leo put on the dad role right away and was the sweetest ever to them, and has been since even though he is now super sweet with the female and play rough with the male and won't hesitate to put him in his place if he needs to but it has never gotten violent. Mostly just a slap and some stern looks.
So it has all just worked out soo well for him. He is soon 18 but he is healthy, still plays like a kitten and gets all the love and attention he wants from me and my boyfriend. So he really couldn't have been happier.
Then I decided I wanted to try to harness train him to be able to take him on walks to give him a bit more freedom.
We have a big balcony that I've cat-proofed with nets and all that but I still wanted him to have more. And I know he loves going on walks with me cause we did that all the time when I lived at my mom's house. But that was without a harness, just taking walks together in the woods and he followed like a dog.
I started harness training him last summer and took him on longer and longer walks then and the walks went super well! He stood by the door once or twice, meowing a bit to ask if we could go out but it was nothing excessive.
Since he is old, a bit on the thin side and doesn't grow a very thick coat anymore, I want take him on walks 7-8 months of the year cause it's just too cold during the Swedish fall, winter and most of spring.
So we just started the walks again. We went on walks one day on the weekend two weeks ago, and then again two times last weekend.
And now he has started howling at the door almost 24/7 because he wants to go on walks.
The one thing I expected him to do when he first moved to the apartment but he didn't. And the one thing I have been the most afraid of cause It really makes me feel awful and I don't want to put him through all this stress and I'm scared I won't be able to have him live with me.
So now I don't know what to do. I haven't gone on walks with him since last weekend cause I'm scared it's going to get worse. But I also really want to take him on walks because he enjoys it so much.
It would have been one thing if I knew I could take him out whenever. But because of the weather in my country, because I work a lot and because I really don't want to take him out some times during the weeks/year since there is a lot of people around here and a lot of them don't know how to act some times and I'd be afraid he would freak out and get out of the harness some way if I take him out when it's a lot of noise or movements.. So It I'm not sure if I can make the walks a consistent thing.
I MIGHT be able to take him out once a day with some exceptions during 4-6 months of the year but then he would probably hate his life the rest of the time.
So if anyone has any advice at all on what to do to make this work please comment or message me.
I got to sleep 2-4 hours, waking up 4-10 times during those hours multiple times last week cause he is just howling. And when he is not at the door he gets up in my face and paws at me when im sleeping.

TLDR: my fiancé cheated on me but I think it’s because I didn’t know I was toxic? AITA for not giving up on fighting for us and for exposing his affair to his mother who says he was just helping another person?
24M , 24F year old, been together for 9, engaged for 2 years since we were 14. No other relationship before eachother. Well suddenly one day he leaves after playing pickle ball with our friends, saying “I can’t do this anymore”. For approximately 5 weeks he switches between talking to me and ghosting me. Me thinking it’s a mental Health situation because he was in his final term of his masters program and was rightly stressed continuously showed up for him through these 5 weeks by texting him every night saying I loved him and hope he had a good day, I maintained our house and our life, I would tell him it was okay that he was prioritizing himself and working through his tough emotions, I started therapy, started working in attachment theory work books, started reading about healthy marriages.
Turns out he was having an affair with a married woman in another state who is married and has two children. I confront him about it in a 10 page letter expressing my deep love and devotion and appreciation for him and what I can tolerate with the affair if he does come home and he says it isn’t a big deal and isn’t the reason he is leaving the relationship. We agree on another week break where he stops all contact with me and the affair partner, he ghosts me on the day we are supposed to me then another week goes by and he calls and ends things, saying I was emotionally abusive, I was toxic and tried to control him, i was mean to him and he was scared of me, I tried to keep him from his family, I was never happy with him. Stuff he has never said before in the 9 years we’ve been together. My heart is completely broken.
2 weeks after being broken up we are still trying to split apart our lives and move out etc. the weekend before we are supposed to be out of the apartment I get a notification on our joint emails that he is flying to her state. I tell his mom because I’m extremely worried about him, his safety, moving out, him coming back, etc. I want someone to keep him safe to the best of their ability. I wash my hands with it, learn how to sign out of everything and leave the rest up to his family. Two days later on the day he is supposed to fly back his affair partners family reaches out to me saying she left her two children and spouse to be with my ex and they are worried he is going to run away and skip states to avoid child support. I freak out and let his mom know what I know so that she can help him and keep him from doing something stupid like running away and not finishing his degree and she doesn’t sound too mentally stable to just leave her children after only meeting a person once.
Fast forward to now he hates me, blocked me on everything, his family won’t talk to me and has blocked me, our mutual friends dropped me from their upcoming wedding, and him and his family told me I wasn’t allowed back at the house and that they had moved out on time, the day before we have to be out of the old apartment I show up to meet the carpet cleaners and the fridge/ freezer is still full and there is a pile of garbage in the garage including a couch, and because he flew to her state the weekend he was supposed to move out the trash never got taken out and so the trash bins were overflowing with garbage and raccoons had drug trash all over the back yard. I have to clean to the best of my ability and rent a uhaul and pack all the garbage and the couch all by myself and pay for the dump fees.
It’s been a truly crazy roller coaster. I am completely shattered, I lost my best friend, my love, my partner of 9 years and half my family. They have treated me beyond poorly. I know I violated his privacy by not signing out of our joint email sooner and I shouldn’t have looked through his journal with all his plans to cheat and what she meant to him but our wedding guest list and list of baby names were in there and it was never a personal journal.
I am about 2 weeks out from all this and I know I don’t deserve this but I do see that my behaviors in our relationship might have driven him away. Ex. During very intense conflict I would attack his character and say things like “you don’t care” or “you don’t love me” or “I’m just not the woman that makes you want to do special things for” or “you are such a mommas boy” or “man you are a bad fiancé sometimes” or “you are being garbage right now”. I would become deeply upset if he went to spend time with others because I felt like we didn’t spend time together which is true we rarely went on dates or spent time together once we started workin full time, I would be sad if he didn’t come home after trips to visit his family on time and would revisit the hurt often in conflict as examples for how he would prioritize others over us. I was truly very toxic but I had no idea.
Whenever we did have conflict I would ask him what I needed to do to make him feel more loved and heard but he would just say I was perfect and if he did say anything at all it was that I needed to be happier and fight with him less. I live with so much regret, I never knew I was hurting him and us. I am putting in the work to be a more secure partner for whoever loves me next or if he comes back. He truly hates me now. I wish we could have been able to talk better before we hurt eachother in these ways. I don’t know what he is telling our friends and his family but I’m not some crazy ex, I only ever tried to love him and care for him and be his number one fan. I loved him so good on most days. I would have done anything for him. I know I’m capable of being a more secure partner because all through the 5 weeks of him using me and manipulating me and learning about his affair I only showed him kindness, love, respect, appreciation, and compassion.
He says I’m pathetic and a fool because I didn’t let him go easily (wrote him 3, 5 to 24 page letters about all he means to me and what being loved by him means and what I’ve learned about my attachment style and steps I was taking to improve) but I don’t think anyone has the right to judge how you handle trying to keep everything you love and every hope and dream.
There is this theory that if you do a thousand paper cuts (my behavior in conflict and when I was missing him) eventually you will create a chasm that is so deep and so wide nothing will be able to fix it. I think he and I built a chasm and his affair was the symptom. He is the love of my life and I tried hard, I did everything within my power, not to let him slip through my heart but in the end everything I did only made him hate me and lose everything I ever wanted. My soul is shattered and I don’t even want to pick up the pieces. How much of this is my fault?

I know a few of you seen some of post a long time ago kinda getting upset about all the crashes. For me to go out my way to express something like that showes I care about the game alot. So instead of just getting pissed every two seconds about it I decided to watch for things that trigger it and test some things out. Im going to give a rundown of stuff I noticed the past two weeks. I have come to the conclusion that if everything in you're game is working perfectly fine it comes down to events, possibly other players and storage for the cause or causes of the game crashing. So for example. If internet connection is good, no hardware issues etc. I will explain.
Events: seismic activity seems to be the event alot of people will crash all at once. In 2 weeks I crashed several times. If I were to compare id say seismic activity and possibly earl Williams are up in score with the most crashes. Earl Williams being significantly less compared to seismic. In 2 weeks of paying attention and documenting small number notes I did not crash once during scorched earth or the rest of the events with almost max lobby showing up a few times in two weeks. I started this experiment a little after the alien invasion. If I started this during alien invasion I believe Alien invasion would be first in the most crashes category unfortunately. Especially in Charleston.
Storage or ammo storage: it could be many different reasons for events crashing but I believe even if that were to get looked into the issue will come all the way Back to Storage. I have a theory about this Storage...
Again this has been a ongoing thing for about two weeks. Basically concluded this today. Just wanted to see if I could seriously figure this out. I will start from the beginning. I remember seeing post in this reddit that a long time ago when the game first released the storage space capacity was around 400. Over time it increased little by little. Fast forward we now have 1200. But it wasn't always that amount. Well what if I told you the more stuff you have in your storage the worse the game is. What if the game storage is still at 400 but internal numbers and the rest is cloud..
To test this theory accurately I decided to jump back on my level 20 character. The character that has barely any storage and I kept the main storage under 100. Mainly because I have all the quest weapons transferred. It was taken up way to much room on my main character. Besides that its under 200. I did everything like normal. Went back to the first few quest and even did those events. Only time the game crashed was again.. seismic activity. Played on this character for a good two weeks. Making sure to keep my ammo storage and main storage to a serious minimum. I believe doing this made a Huge difference.
Thats my theory. Many things go into a game crashing but I believe the storage for every individual player plays apart in that to.I couldn't believe how well everything felt on my second character. You guys can try this theory out. Make a new character and test it out. Dont knock it untill you know for sure. I could be onto something. Having less items in both ammo and main storage does something to this game I feel.

I am (34M), she is (37F). We have been dating for 8 years and 2 months.
She just started a new job and she has this coworker we'll call Danny but that's not his real name. Close to 4 weeks she left a note with a phone number with the initials of Danny's actual name. She talks about him in a non romantic but awkward way, pointing out his physical appearance.
She’s becoming more passive aggressive each day, criticizing me for minor things constantly and making me feel uncomfortable about the way like to present myself. I have my nose peirced and she used to like it a couple years ago but now she is calling me weird and is saying I should remove it. Back to Danny, I met him at her work party last week and he was very kind and thoughtful. I do not get any bad feeling about him, but she is acting strange and brings him up constantly. So much that my sister came and visited and later texted me about how much she talks about him.
Yesterday I went to hang out at the bar with some friends. I got a weird text from her saying "He is really annoying" and then said "Wrong person" and 10 minutes later both of the text messages were deleted. I’m sitting there chatting with my friends about the situation and telling them everything in detail. They said they supported me but couldn't give advice. Later, when I got home, my girlfriend refused to talk to me and when I confronted her about the text messages, she said she had nothing to do with it??? I got confused because she sent them directly to me and is all of a sudden acting like they don't exist or someone else sent them????????? Last night I found a used condom with SEMEN in the garbage!!! We hadn't had sex for a week and it's not the color of the ones we usually get. She obviously had been drinking that night because she doesn't hide it very well. I didn't confront her about it until earlier today.
I bring it up to her and asked if she is into Danny and if she had sex with anyone last night. She snapped at me and said she didn't say or do shit. She drove off somewhere, left with some clothes and her tooth brush + the tooth paste. I don't know where she went and if this had to do with Danny at all. I don't know what to do. I haven't called or texted her nor has she called or texted me. I called a friend that works at the same establishment has her and Danny but no luck as he works in a different department and barely talks to people that work outside out it.
I need advice for what I should do now. Call her? Contact her work?
Tl;dr I found a condom in the garbage after my gf has been showing signs of cheating.

'Ply him with wine.' Commander Essos ordered in a servants ear 'I can cover whatever costs'
Another large jug was brought out and placed by the hunched bounty hunter. The giant was knawing gristle off of a leg of lamb, his eyes still unblinking.
Diak frowned at the soldier 'A charitable mood fella, I'd have to bend time and space to get a free drink outta you'
Commander let out a small smirk 'Ah hermit if you could do anything of the sort this war would be over a lot sooner'
Diak looked around and in a pocket 'I didn't realise we were in a war Commander'
'Cows can tell when the rain comes, farmers too. Look at any of these mens faces Diak. While you go off prospecting and whoring we are at the frontier here, the raiders will not stop. They are amassing forces for an invasion. The Cyritcs are coming.'
Diak felt his heart quicken but he let out a chuckle 'a lot of foreplay doesn't always lead to a big finale. Wasn't it last year there were reports of how disperate all the tribes were, they can hardly match you chaps militarily'
'What do you know of military reports'
'Quite' Diak mused 'do you wonder if there are those back in Centre Isle that would want a war, that might be doing the bidding of...'
'Diak I bid you shut your mouth. I don't tell you what is and isn't an antique'
'Artefact'
'What'
'Just they're artifacts fella. Whats with getting the big chap all tipsy then?'
Essos nodded his head appreciative of the change of subject. 'Northerners overindulge in wine, barbarians that they are. They're more likely to make rash decisions'
'Trying to seduce the killer then?'
Essos laughed 'He's not just a killer Diak. We've heard about this one. A cartographer. It's said he's mapped almost every blade of grass from the tundra to here, all the river systems, forts, hills, clans'
Diak frowned looking at the beast, cracking open the lamb leg now and sucking the marrow. Lifting the jug of unwatered wine and gulped it down for an astonishing length of time.
'Not the typical looking artisan? Why do you think it would be him'
'Its him'
Diak sucked on his pipe.
'Why would a barbarian make such a thing? How even?'
'Who knows but, when the time comes, such artefacts must be in our hands'
'Sounds more like a fucking weapon Essos' Diak smiled
'Oh, indeed it is'
Diak smoked, stuck to his stool watching the bountry hunter, drink another two vases. Essos was looking on in disbelief, most other men would be on the floor snoring. Another plate of sausages was brought out. They vanished quicker than the lambs leg, than the venison scraps and the loaf of Archipelago bread. Another vase was brought out, Essos ordering the wine not to be watered down. The bounty hunter looked sadder and sadder with each one, northerners were meant to be rowdy wild drunks in Diak's experience.
Essos gave up waiting a made for the stairs, Diak followed him at a distance into the courtyard. Archipeligo men were everywhere. Anyone not asleep, or on watch had eyes fixed at what should've been the drunkest man on the continent. Diak got close, leaning on a wooden fence.
'You are the one they have been calling Mountain Goat, with the drawings' Essos spoke slow and his translator went to work in the moonlight.
The giant nodded
'We should like to make copies of them, or if you are willing to purchase them off you outright'
Those wide grey eyes stared at the dirt. They looked dam tired Diak thought.
He shrugged grunting monotonously. The translator shook his head?
'I speak your fucking language' came a lazy menacing voice.
A killer, mapmaker and linguist. Sounded like the beigining of a joke Diak thought. But this man was just about the furthest thing from funny looking.
'Very well. What is your price, perhaps we can discus a citizenship for you, you are clearly a capable man' Essos said.
'No. Copy it, one night. Money'
'Money?'
'Money'
'How much Northerner'
The giant blew out his cheeks, and made out a reluctant wingspan
'lots'
The fella was certainly not versed in negotiation.
'I'll give you a pound of silver Floryn, that would be enough to buy you a plot of land of somewhere'
He grunted something in Northern.
'He agrees. If we also let him keep drinking and eating until we finish sketching'
Essos look taken aback 'More wine?'
If these archipelago men weren't going to kill him the booze would certainly do the job. Though this one looked dam hard to kill.
'You have them with you sir?'
The giant nodded. and reached for his satchel. Diak winced. Tonight may have become very difficult.
'You sure thats something you want to be doing chap?' Diak felt eyes turn onto him. Th giant frowned.
'Huh?'
'Well its just you wouldn't want these men to know the secrets of your lands'
Diak! You will shut your treasonous mouth or be thrown in a cell!' Essos screamed.
The giant shrugged and pulled out delicately folded papers from an inside pocket.
'Ah bugger' Diak sighed taking one final suck on the pipe. He put it away.
Essos took the sketchings from the giant, covered in squares and scribbles within them.
Diak reached into a chest pocket he felt the hard crystals.
'Fella you think these maps are accurate' Diak asked the giant
Those terrifying grey eyes locked onto him. 'They are good'
'ah bugger, bugger'
'Go to bed you dam mouthy hermit' Essos snapped
'Wish I could fella'
Diak grabbed the Crystals. He slammed them into the fence pole.
'What are you doing Dia-'
He slammed his eyes shut and threw himself into the mud. He hand burned. Blinding light burned behind his eyelids. His ears rung a high pitched ring. He wouldn't have long. Up past the crawling archipelago men. He snatched up the papers, and made for the window.
'After him, After that fucking bastard!' Essos screamed

Hey,
I'm a spaniard trying to get into Italian Futbol at the start of the new season. Reasons are multiple but I can break it down into:

1. I'm learning Italian because I have a lot of Italian friends.
   
2. Spaniards and Italians are basically brothers (at least how I feel it due to similarities in culture, etc.) so I feel that fan culture and similar wouldn't be that different and might even feel welcoming and better than Spanish.
   
3. I like your football history, tactics, talent, players, teams (in general) etc.
   
4. I'm planning on moving to Italy in the 2-3 years if possible.
   

I'd love it if you, as most I assume are Italians or have been following Serie A for awhile, could share the reason you support your team, what makes them so special to you, basic history, fans, how good the higher management is, etc. (I couldn't find a decent video explaining serie A teams currently for this).
About me, I'm a long time supporter of U.D. Las Palmas as they are my home team and I feel a special connection with them (partially because we generally bring up local players a lot and it's a small island, I can say that I grew up knowing some of the current players including Alberto Moleiro and Fabio Gonzalez, currently, while I also met Pedri and Jonathan Viera handful of times when he moved to our island to play and one of our club legends, Valeron, coached my team for 2 years back when I was in Futbol).
I've also followed Real Madrid due to it being my father's team and when I moved to the USA for a few years it was one of the easiest teams to follow as it was broadcasted more often (its my second team and I mostly support them when my team isn't in the same competition as them).
I'd love to follow a team that plays an interesting football and rich history (doesn't need to involve titles since I believe that history isn't just made by winning) and has some international exposure so that it's most likely to be broadcasted here in Spain (shouldn't be a problem with any team though).
Honestly, my only fear for deciding a club to follow is that they relegate to Serie B since its mostly impossible to continue watching their games if they aren't in the top flight.

For this post I am taking the current science on climate change to be accurate. I don't think there is any need to explain, we all know the forecast. However, what I want to discuss here is the idea that preventing it is more damaging than allowing it to happen.
Firstly, how much damage will preventing climate change do to us? If we are to be realistic, it basically comes down to nearly stopping oil. The problem with this is we are no where near ready for this step. The rush for lithium and other non renewable methods isn't sustainable either. Basically, long story short I think it will completely halt all human progress. How does one go about making china conform to this, and banning africa from their own industrial revolution to save ourselves. Now, if we allow climate change to happen then in 100 years we are looking at a rise of 1-2m.
I think we can mitigate the effects while simultaneously carrying on as if nothing is wrong. If you look around, the majority of homes and buildings were built within the last century. Most buildings from 100 years ago are long redundant....so why would it be different from now to 100 years time? If we decided from today you can no longer build under 5m above sea level this hugely mitigates the loss 100 years from now. Obviously we would lose some historical buildings but overall we would be ok. If we stopped developing areas under threat in 100 years these areas would be pretty redundant if lost and easily compensated. It's better to lose a few redundant areas and historical buildings than halt humanities progress in my eyes. There is also ways we can mitigate climate change without ever breaking stride. We are ever closing in on nuclear fusion power plants, and I have no doubt in 100 years there will be more ideas beyond our wildest imagination. Back in 1925 no one saw nuclear power plants as a possibility. I think if we move full steam ahead we will naturally find a solution. In other words with future technology climate change won't be anything we can't handle in our stride. The issue of famine also shouldn't be an issue. Even if we lose some farm land and have drought, if we have famred at full capacity we could feed the world 100 times over. Currently we are investing all our agricultural resources into finding ways to reduce emissions etc. Instead we could use these resources to be able to cope with the loss of production. With maximum production and better distribution we could easily feed the world with only 10% of the land.
Thanks for reading this, looking forward to hearing all your thoughts

Do I warn the next girl about my psychopathic, narcissistic Catholic ex-boyfriend?
Last year, I dated the craziest Catholic man you could imagine. 2 months only, thank the Lord. I was 20 and he was 20 at the time. So similar age and exact same stage of life.
He was not a rad trad, but he did use Christ for his own gain.
When I met him, I found him to be so charming, caring, compassionate, and truly just a man of God. He loves wearing impressive attire everywhere he goes, so his presence has this confident, charismatic energy to it. Just very attractive; a truly beautiful man (I can't even lie here.) He also seemed to have endless friends, everyone who knows him seems to adore him. That was a very attractive quality for me—to be with a Catholic man of God who is so liked by so many people.
But once he had me and we were together, he completely switched. It was little things at first but then his insanity became so obvious. He became controlling, critical, admitted to past psychopathic tendencies, and always had to be right. He was insulted that I told him I felt unsafe in his car (because he would always drive fast since it made him feel cool). His sense of humor was always sardonic and he made me feel bad at every turn. He literally picked a fight with me because I wanted to run on the treadmill, and he was like, "You ought to run outside, though! Running inside makes zero sense." And he would also pick at my words, "Don't say you're 'going' to do something. Say that you 'will' do something. The former sounds less serious. Like you are giving yourself an excuse." Uhhh... my dude, you psychopathic goober. Don't tell me how to speak. He would also comment on my body. I told him that I loved going to the gym every day, but that I didn't like intense workouts. He said, "That sounds like a cop-out for not wanting to work hard." He also would have this very creepy smile that would set off my spidey sense, especially since he loved listening to very violent metal music. He would take this sick thrill in my discomfort. As it turns out, he was sexting his ex-girlfriend the whole time. I found out because his ex-girlfriend warned me. Now, I do not trust that ex at all—she's probably crazy in some way—but she helped me. It was so heartbreaking, and I always ask God why this had to happen. It is so infuriating.
Anyway, about 2 weeks ago, I found out through socials that he's with another girl. I really was not supposed to find out because I had him blocked for a long time, but I unblocked him. Now I know, and I can't erase it from my mind. She seems just like how I used to be: innocent, sensitive, naïve, and vulnerable in some way. I just feel so fucking bad for her—this guy, no matter how handsome or charming, is exactly how I described him: a psychopathic goober. The women he chooses are so innocent and naïve—in fact, it's almost like everything in his life exists for him and his narcissistic supply. It's so sad.
I know it's not my business. It is not my life or my problem. But another girl warned me. Another girl exposed him to me, and even if she was crazy... she gave me all I needed to know. I think I'm the only girl he's known in a romantic way that cut him off. I think I'm the only one who could see through his absolute buffoonery and fake-love-bullshit. I prayed for him, even when our breakup was the hardest for me. I know he is a human, and I am too. No one is perfect, and I know God loves him just as much as everyone else. Psychopathic people have a lot of issues for many reasons, so maybe he was traumatized and now that's why he is the way he is. But at the same time, I didn't deserve to be betrayed by him.
I didn't deserve to feel the pain of someone else's sins, mistakes, and traumas.
But when you know a man is a manipulator and easily can make his compassionate, devout, unconditionally loving Catholic friends feel bad for him or think he is changed—which is exactly what he did when they all found out he was a cheater (again) and broke another person's heart—what are you to do?
I fear that my ex is going to put this new girl through what I went through, but I have zero faith that she will be able to understand when or what is happening. I have studied psychology for the last 3 years in college, and so I'm very aware of how narcissists and abusers think. I have zero faith that any of his Catholic friends are warning her. I met all of them, and not one of them warned me. If it weren't for my education and personal insights, I never would have been able to leave him. I'd think that he loved me. I doubt his friends are even saying to his new girl, "Hey... he's had this history... lying, not being honest, being hurtful... just thought you'd know." Nah. They just think he's a poor sinner who regrets his history and he's doing his best. Yeah, he cheated and he lies... and maybe he has a weird sense of humor... but haven't we all sinned? He needs to mature more and their prayers will do the trick.
This is just... awful. Yes we have all sinned, yes we have all fallen short of God's love, but I feel like this mindset, even with the holiest intentions, enables manipulators!!
What would Christ want of me, in this situation? Honestly, I don't want to overstep or anything. One last important note is I met my best friend through my ex, and I have no idea how to ever talk about him with her. That's why I am sharing all of this on Reddit. I think she knew him for over a year before I even met him, and she probably really cares about him. (Newsflash: same. I thought he was in love with me.)
I have not asked her if she is still friends with him, because I know the answer is going to be 'yes.' I am almost 99% certain that she is. She's such a good, kind, and endlessly loving person (!!), but it's like she never wants to bring him up. (This may sound sus... but it's actually not. She has been dating another man else for over 2 years now. They will be engaged so soon.) I've never been into drama or starting stuff, and I have completely cut off contact with my ex. He has no access to me, my social media account, or anything. All is good in my universe. That being said, it still feels really foolish and dramatic and maybe even petty to try and get in the middle of anything. I only dated him for 2 months, and it's been 11 months since it ended.
I hope the next time I see him is in heaven—but here, I'll gladly take my chances of permanent no-contact.
Ugh. I am trying to be internally holy. I am trying to love everyone, but now I am just so bitter and upset. That man made me so enraged, and I was moved on! I wish I just would have stuck to my promise and never went back to his stupid Instagram account. But now I know what I know.
Curiosity killed the cat.

This is a long story. My boyfriend broke up with me (both 23) out of nowhere and I keep thinking I maybe wasn’t enough. We were together for 1 year and a half, two months ago we had time off college and spent those months practically every single day together, went to the beach just the two of us and he invited me to his family vacation, I was extremely happy and things were great between us, seeing how we worked together and solved conflict while being alone was so nice, he said he could actually see ourselves living together since we worked so great and had so much fun. During these months I had been struggling with pain during sex due to an infection, so we would still have sex but not penetrative, this had me insecure but he would tell me I would get better when I got better and that he was there for me, that was such a calming thought and. I was also working on getting better with doctor appointments and a diet.
When we got back to college everything seemed fine, we tried as always to see each other as much as possible while also having our lives, seeing friends and study, we would also study together if we had to. He had always struggled with stress and feeling badly about himself, specially with things about college or how good he was when playing basketball and I always tried to make sure he knew I was there for him. As it had happened last year, he would have problems when turning in assignments on time, he procrastinated a lot and also liked doing many things so he would always have that problem.
During the last month he had plenty of bad days, he would lose things, get bad grades, said he was playing bad, etc. The thing is during our whole relationship whenever this things happened ( often once every week or at least every two weeks ), he would become distant and indifferent towards me and it hurt. If he had bad a day he wouldn’t say good morning, he wouldn’t ask about my day, would ignore any text I send him if it was not related to what was happening to him and wouldn’t say I love you at night. I got used to it and used to get really sad but still tried to make sure he knew he could count on me, I used to tell myself his behavior had nothing to do with me and tried to be supportive but it was complicated. Through the time we were together whenever I tried to be there for him, it rarely worked. He would say horrible things about himself, that he was an asshole, loser, someone without a future, piece of sh*t and literally every curse word you can imagine, he would also constantly repeat he wanted to die and if he was dead things would be so much better. This reaction happened almost every time something bad happened to him from losing a crewneck or missing an exit on a high way to failing a class, there really wasn’t a difference in the reaction he would have, there wasn’t a filter. He would hit things and break them or even hurt himself on occasions.I have anxiety and all of this made me feel really uneasy, I used to cry a lot and think I should be more tough to be able to support him so I went to therapy.
Therapy helped me deal with my anxiety and put boundaries, I wanted to be there for him so when he started to say these things or felt bad I would tell him I loved him, said things I liked about him, asked him if he wanted his favorite food, watch a movie, go on a walk, talk or be in silence, but when I did all of this he would say I was lying, that it wasn’t true, that he didn’t understand why i loved him, that I just said the things I said cause I was in love with him, that if he was gone I wouldn’t notice, etc. It made me feel horrible so I stopped talking to him in that way when he felt bad cause it really didn’t help. I started to ask if there was anything I could do but his answer would always be no, i kept on telling him I was there for him and helped him when he let me, I would go see him and hang out but many times I would go home crying cause he ignored me or said he wanted to die and no girlfriend wants to hear that.
The months previous to the break up I had talked with him about the fact that it really hurt me when he ignored me during the day, it wasn’t like he didn’t talk to me but he would only talk to me about how much he hated himself, when I gave him solutions he would tell me It wouldn’t work and that sort of thing. We had had this conversation before, many times, every time we had it I would tell him it was okay that he felt badly that that wasn’t what bother me, it was the way he treated me what made me sad, he would apologize and then everything was kind of fine.
Two weeks before our breakup he became distant, it kind of happened from one day to another, he couldn’t really look at me or even touch me, I told myself i was crazy and when I asked he said he was fine. I felt so rejected so one day I asked him if he wanted me there, what was going on, told him I wanted a little bit more reassurance to what he Said He had been feeling bad for a while and he couldn’t be what I needed him to be, he couldn’t be a boyfriend that it was best if we broke up. I was shocked and when I asked why he felt badly he said the sex life of our relationship bothered him that he knew it wasn’t my fault cause i was sick and he felt guilty since I was too good to him, the thing is during all the time I was sick he said it was fine like he never told me Anything and I feel like if he had said something to me, I would have understood cause I think It’s a matter of couple, but he never asked me anything about the matter, it felt like he was giving up on me, like I was broken. Then he said he also felt like I couldn’t be there for him like he was for me, that when he felt badly I couldn’t help him.
I’m heartbroken, I feel like I did everything I thought was right, I really tried my best and it wasn’t enough. He never talked to me about these things that bothered him so I had no chance in fixing or at least knowing about these issues. I always tried to make sure he knew I was there for him, how could he say I couldn’t when all I did was try, I feel like all I asked in that area to not be hurt. When I asked him to change in the past he would say that was just the way he was. I feel so confused as if I had done something wrong, one month ago he was saying how he could see himself marrying me, he would alway say I was his dream girl. I don’t really understand how he changed so much, I feel so sad about the sex part cause that really isn’t my fault and I thought I was more than that, I was getting better and working really hard to do so. I think I was a pretty good girlfriend, said always good morning to him, have his favorite soda always as in my house, cooked his favorite meals, invite him to all family and friends plans, would go to all his plans too and was happy to, had a good relationship with his family and even gave his parents presents or I would show up to his house with sweet treats for the whole family , I apologized when necessary and was always willing to talk not fight. I don’t know what else I could’ve done, my goal was alway that we were both happy and I hate this feeling that I wasn’t enough. I love myself and life, even if there were things that bothered me like the ones I described, always felt like feeling badly was my fault and that it was worth it since the rest of time he was wonderful, the rest of the time I felt like the luckiest girl, I wonder if I could’ve done anything differen, I always felt like he appreciated me, why did he stopped?

Life Context: I (17f) grew up poor. My mother ended up working really hard and now she's married and we live middle class. I was living with my dad (who is still poor) pretty much full time until recently (he sucks). I feel like I've always been terrible with money, but recently when I moved in with my mom and her husband, I've been having problems with spending money. I used to have to hide money from myself, but now I have trouble bringing myself to spend anything. My bf (17m) does not seem to always have this problem. He grew up living (from the sound of it) VERY comfortably, better than what I have now, and he recently (within the last few years) has become poor.
Problem Context: Just now I cried because my boyfriend wants to go to a nice theatre, and the tickets there are more expensive than the theatre I found that's pretty cheap, has a student discount, and that we've gone to before. I have $30 in my bank account, the expensive place is $27 for tickets and the cheap place is $18. He said he'd pay me back in cash (we're ordering the tickets online), but it still made me so upset.
Actual Question: Does anyone else have trouble making decisions between the cheaper and more expensive option? Does anyone know why it would make me so upset? Does anyone have advice for how I can maybe get over it or how to explain this to him? How do I decide which theatre to go to?

I'm new to VtM, and my ST is moving us from V5 to V20 due to the other player's preferences, and also giving us a chance to re-spec ourselves a little to fit the characters more. I'm playing a Tremere who's been acting sort of as the party's investigatogeneral information specialist. I'm looking for advice on rituals and a path to take. My storyteller and fellow players keep saying Thaumaturgy is powerful, and given how I've been feeling a little useless so far, I'd love to make use of it's potential.
I'm going to have 3 dots in Path of Blood, and I can choose another path to have one dot in. There are lots of options so I'm a little overwhelmed, would love advice on which ones are fun/good.
For rituals, my ST said I can start with 5 total, 2 of which can be level 3. He mentioned the rituals in V20 are much stronger, but there's so much to look through I'm not sure what to grab. The V5 version of my character had Astromancy, Truth of Blood (which I never ended up using), Seeing with the Skies' Eyes, Illuminate Trail of Prey, Blood Walk, Eyes of the Nighthawk, and Warding Circle Against Ghouls (learned for a specific situation, and then didn't end up using :P)
For some context on the story, we're Anarchs in modern LA, working under a Ventrue baron. We're currently taking a visit to the shadowlands to fight some Giovanni and a Tzimisce who my character wronged - but the switch will occur after that fight. We tend to get into a lot of combat, and I'd like to be a little more helpful in that in the future.
Any advice is appreciated!

Welcome, we are Breakfast Chicken Incorporated!
We're a clan of friends (and friends of friends) who have grown mainly via word of mouth. We've been brought together here by fate, circumstance and a shared love for fried/baked poultry. We're a friendly, inclusive clan that doesn't discriminate by skill level or experience, and are always down for teaching or helping out. We also understand that it can be intimidating to join a raid group of people who already know each other quite well, so we try to do our best to foster a positive environment where anyone can feel welcome, as we think that one of the best feelings you can pay forward in Destiny is a memorable experience in your first run through a raid. That being said, we're all here to have fun and wield Technicolor space magic, so we also do our best to make the clan a fun place to be and not suck all the air out of the room being overly strict.
Our clan Discord is set up to allow activity pings for Crucible, Strikes, Raids, Dungeons, Gambit and Seasonal Activities, using custom reaction roles so you can easily choose which types of activities you'd want to be able to be pinged for and find others within the clan for grouping up for relevant activities. Gone are the days of relentless @ everyone pings, only see notifications for the things you are interested in doing! We also feature a channel for easily scheduling events, with the ability to easily post events such as a raid, a dungeon run or pretty much anything you'd like with a simple slash command. We’re primarily a NA clan with a mix of players from the East and West coast, and the clan is most active in the evenings and late nights.
As mentioned briefly before, we are an inclusive clan that respects all races, religions, genders and sexualities. How you look or who you choose to love has no bearing on our opinion of you as a person, the only metric you'll be measured by is how you choose to interact with and treat others. On that topic, what we are strict on is no bullying, harassment or edgy/repulsive behavior or content posting for the sake of being shocking or hurtful. That means no gore, porn or offensive memes. We're mature (within reason) and kindly ask that if you apply that you share these values.
To this end, we are an 18+ only clan as we've discovered through trial and multiple errors that this is the best way to keep the immaturity levels low. That being said, we will nip any childishness from grown adults in the bud when and if it arises. Which is very rarely, because we are all awesome and fun and you'll like us and stuff, enough of the spooky policyspeak! Come try us out if you think we'd be a good fit for you, and engage with as much or as little as I've described here at the pace you feel comfortable with.
Apply at the clan page below if you’d like to join, then DM us here or contact us through the Destiny app for a link to the clan Discord!
https://www.bungie.net/en/ClanV2?groupid=4957109

I was stuck in a situationship with someone who refused to put in any efforts at all and was clearly bipolar. I was very patient and nice towards him and I've always looked out for his best interests (like any supportive partner would) but I couldn't get a fraction of it back in return. I wasted a lot of my good years on him when I could've been doing better if the person didn't try to infiltrate his existence in my life. We were about to be engaged; I waited for him for more than a year (which is what I regret doing because I met a lot of nice people during then who were wanting to settle down with me). When my family found out about him, they kept a close eye on him so that they would get a brief idea of his charactewho he is. They were extremely disappointed in what they saw, heard and found out about him. (also to mention, he spread a lot of false rumors and false assumptions about me to a bunch of random people which were extremely ridiculous and I believe were a projection of who he is and the type of people he surrounds himself with) My family couldn't find themselves to trust him and to say that they were disappointed in my choice would be an understatement, so, I called it off. I really liked him at one point and wished for things to work out between us but he refused to give us a chance and stayed put to how he is. I understand that no matter my efforts and how much I insisted on the "non-existent us", he wasn't my person and we were never meant to be -- which is what makes me sad.
My parent's have a prospect in their mind who they view as a better choice for me and someone who my family can trust, and they're planning to approach them soon as the suitors family is interested too and want to progress with matters. The suitor has been very vocal about how attracted he is towards me which is quite endearing. I think they're decent and I'll be in the right hands; among the right people, content and satisfied as they will be able to tend to all my needs/wants and they are in general very respectful towards me. The suitors family has been keeping up with my family for a long time and they are fully aware of the story of my ex-situationship (which they were sort-of angry with me about but everything has been calmed down since) so our relationship wouldn't be built on any lies or secrets which I'm pleased about.
But a part of me still wonders "what if" my ex-situationship worked out but I'm not oblivious to the truth anymore and I know it was simply foolishness from my side.

I’m just so bummed. I’ve had one heck of a year that started with me in the best shape of my life to being barely able to walk. I finally have physical energy to restart but my mind is not there.
Last spring, I was feeling great, running, lifting, in the best shape of my life. All of a sudden, I was constantly tired. I figured it was low iron. My ferritin was at 16. I now know this is very low, and I wish I would have pushed for a supplement. 2 months later, we find out I’m pregnant. I had to stop running as the morning sickness was killing me. Blood work shows ferritin is at 14. Still, no supplement recommendations other than a prenatal. End of July, at my first ultrasound (10wks) we are told the baby did not make it and that I would be miscarrying. Went through hell for the next month. I began taking short walks and eventually some short easy runs several weeks later. Then I developed this never ending cough. It kept me awake at night and I had some very scary shortness of breath. Stopped running again but then joined some speed challenges with an IG coach. I don’t know how I made it through them tbh. I saw 3 doctors between November and April this year. The 3rd doctor finally ran bloodwork. My ferritin had tanked to a 10. I’ve been on a supplement for 2 months now. I was feeling a lot better in May, even my husband told me how much perkier I seemed. But these past couple weeks, there is zero motivation. Beginning to feel mentally sluggish again. My big goal was to run a 50k next year, but I can’t even wrap my head around a 2km run right now. I feel like I need to really start over by just getting out and walking everyday and put running aside for a few more weeks. And maybe some yoga or Pilates because even lifting weights sounds like an impossible task these days. Physically, I know my body needs to start from square one, but my mind is angered at me.
So, if you’ve read this far, thank you for reading my novel. If you could tell your beginner self any tips or words of wisdom, what would they be?

TLDR; my relationship feels one sided in almost all aspects and I’m going crazy, idk if I should tough it out to help his mental health or save myself from being potentially used.
Sorry if this is long, my partner and I (both early 30’s) have been best friends for the last 15 years and dating for 2. I love him to pieces and feel like he’s my person but I am just not happy because it feels like almost all burdens and responsibilities are on me. We both struggle with mental health (depression, anxiety and cptsd, although his cptsd experience was a lot more violent, mine more emotional) and it has even caused some health issues for us both. I have been going to therapy consistently for over a year now and he has only gone with me one time. He won’t work (for anyone other than himself) and he has JUST very recently started doing a tiny bit of side work, although it’s not much. But for the past 2 years it’s all been me, working my ass off and paying for all our needs. I am barely getting by, burned out and drowning. I feel like I can’t depend on him. On top of it, I do most the cleaning, at least half the cooking, and no matter how hard I try to keep up on it, he trashes the house behind me by almost never cleaning his messes or doing anything on his own accord. And he is naturally very messy. I’m the only one with a car, that I pay for everything for. Payments, insurance, gas and maintenance. He gets the luxury of being able to use my car and not having to pay for anything. I’ve invested over $1k into his hobbies, even my own blood sweat and tears working on projects with him that never get finished or sold. And am told to keep hanging on until he can make something happen. I’ve even mentioned several times that maybe he should attempt at getting disability, but he never makes any moves himself. And on top of all that, I have to beg to even get him to leave the house with me. Whether it’s to spend time with friends, family, to have fun, or to run errands, I feel like I end up doing most things alone. He doesn’t even have much libido, so sex is somewhat rare, even though he’s very affectionate outside of the bedroom aspect. I keep holding on because we’ve had a connection for so long and I feel like he really just needs help. But I can’t make him get up, I’ve tried. He refuses to even consider medication, and even talking about therapy, he never pursues. I feel like he has no real ambition to do anything other than spend time outside or watch videos. I don’t want money to drive us apart, and I know I have to pick my battles. But it just feels so unfair and hard to keep up with. I understand how hard the mental and physical struggles are, I guess the only difference is he has a choice to not get up and handle shit and I DONT have that option. I have a severe back injury that had me completely debilitated for 2 years and it is so hard to keep working, I end up having to quit, let my back relax and start a new job, it’s so hard. I spent 3 years in physical therapy just to get it to the point that it’s barely tolerable. But apparently his issues are more important. I really don’t want to give up on us, but idk how much more I can take. I need help from my partner!! Am I crazy?

Welcome, we are Breakfast Chicken Incorporated!
We're a clan of friends (and friends of friends) who have grown mainly via word of mouth. We've been brought together here by fate, circumstance and a shared love for fried/baked poultry. We're a friendly, inclusive clan that doesn't discriminate by skill level or experience, and are always down for teaching or helping out. We also understand that it can be intimidating to join a raid group of people who already know each other quite well, so we try to do our best to foster a positive environment where anyone can feel welcome, as we think that one of the best feelings you can pay forward in Destiny is a memorable experience in your first run through a raid. That being said, we're all here to have fun and wield Technicolor space magic, so we also do our best to make the clan a fun place to be and not suck all the air out of the room being overly strict.
Our clan Discord is set up to allow activity pings for Crucible, Strikes, Raids, Dungeons, Gambit and Seasonal Activities, using custom reaction roles so you can easily choose which types of activities you'd want to be able to be pinged for and find others within the clan for grouping up for relevant activities. Gone are the days of relentless @ everyone pings, only see notifications for the things you are interested in doing! We also feature a channel for easily scheduling events, with the ability to easily post events such as a raid, a dungeon run or pretty much anything you'd like with a simple slash command. We’re primarily a NA clan with a mix of players from the East and West coast, and the clan is most active in the evenings and late nights.
As mentioned briefly before, we are an inclusive clan that respects all races, religions, genders and sexualities. How you look or who you choose to love has no bearing on our opinion of you as a person, the only metric you'll be measured by is how you choose to interact with and treat others. On that topic, what we are strict on is no bullying, harassment or edgy/repulsive behavior or content posting for the sake of being shocking or hurtful. That means no gore, porn or offensive memes. We're mature (within reason) and kindly ask that if you apply that you share these values.
To this end, we are an 18+ only clan as we've discovered through trial and multiple errors that this is the best way to keep the immaturity levels low. That being said, we will nip any childishness from grown adults in the bud when and if it arises. Which is very rarely, because we are all awesome and fun and you'll like us and stuff, enough of the spooky policyspeak! Come try us out if you think we'd be a good fit for you, and engage with as much or as little as I've described here at the pace you feel comfortable with.
Apply at the clan page below if you’d like to join, then DM us here or contact us through the Destiny app for a link to the clan Discord!
https://www.bungie.net/en/ClanV2?groupid=4957109