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To preface, about 4 months ago I was on Wellbutrin, levothyroxine and spiro. I decided I was sick of the meds and sick of western medication just covering up my root problem. I do not want to ignore my PCOS and suppress symptoms. I wanted to heal naturally, through diet, supplements and lifestyle.
I was finally diagnosed with PCOS after years of symptoms and I am off all my pharmaceuticals for almost 4 months now. I am taking Fish oil, probiotics, Pco px to manage symptoms because I have high testosterone and insulin resistance along with adrenal fatigue, acnutrol to try to clear the acne while Pco px does it’s work and dopaboost for my mental since I was on Wellbutrin.
My acne is better but my fatigue is terrible and my hair is falling out, my facial hair growth is coming back faster then it used to and my moods have been up/down, periods are extremely painful with bad pms. I know I am going through a transition with hormones but I feel so depressed this week. I have so much good going on in my life right now but I can’t help but feel consumed by these symptoms. I feel like shit and it’s hard to look at myself some days. I don’t look like the same person I was even just a year ago. Idk I am just looking to vent and get support here. I don’t know how long it will take to lower my testosterone and heal my PCOS to a manageable state. I just hope it’s sooner than later…. I just feel so sad and exhausted. I so over it

I (26f) was in a relationship with my ex (26m) for 5 years. Shortly after we celebrated our 5 year anniversary we went from what I thought was the best place we have ever been in moving towards a future to him acting standoffish and distant. The more he pulled away the more I tried to hold on to him due to the confusion I felt over the change in his behavior and my anxious attachment style.
I started to notice signs that maybe he was being unfaithful, but I had so much trust in him I didn’t want to believe it. He went from allowing me full access to his phone to the phone being permanently attached to him at all times. He isn’t a big drinker, but I came over one time and there was wine in the refrigerator. I asked him about it since he lives alone, and he said he wanted to try it because it was on sale. Then a few days later the entire bottle was empty. He also needed to wash his sheets on more than one occasion before I could get in his bed.
The final straw for me was I saw him looking in the mirror at bruise on his neck that resembled a hickey. When he was me looking he claimed it came from sleeping on his ring. In that moment I knew something was up, but I didn’t say anything and just kept a mental note. A few days later his phone died and he wanted to take a nap on the couch. He asked me to take his phone upstairs and plug it into the charger. While I was walking upstairs to go plug in the phone I did have the urge to look through it but I couldn’t since it was dead.
I went back down stairs and waited for him to fall asleep/the phone to turn back on. Once I saw he was asleep I went back upstairs and looked through his phone. I found messages with an unsaved number and one of the last things she said to him was asking about the hickey she gave him. I didn’t even look through the whole thing I went downstairs fuming and woke him up by telling him I knew he was cheating on me.
He was disoriented at first then he knew that I knew so he didn’t deny it. I bawled my eyes out and he apologized. The next month consisted of him providing me with trickle truths, me reaching out to 2 of the 3 girls which made him mad, me trauma dumping on him because I was constantly anxious and paranoid, and neither of us wanting to let the other go even though it was painful for me.
A couple weeks after DDay we started doing weekly date nights. That only lasted for 2 weeks, because I had a dream he was still cheating so I looked through his phone again and he was still meeting up with one of the girls. I broke up with him and left in the morning. He told me he didn’t feel like the relationship was over and that he still loved me, so I kept thinking about that.
After a couple days I reached out for “closure” he was receptive but the conversation turned into an argument. We stopped talking for a few more days and once he reached out again I offered to bring him his belongings back. Once I got there he was again saying the things he said during the break up, and he even cried when I asked how he felt about never seeing me again. This caught me off guard, because I’ve seen him cry before. I thought he was showing real remorse, but he was still unwilling to share his location with me. I gave in and spent the night and we ended up having sex.
A few weeks later he caught me attempting to look through his phone and he got mad. Over the next few months we celebrated the holidays together, he took me out on dates, and we both felt like the spark was back. Of course there were times where I was triggered, but overall things between us were better on the surface level. I still didn’t like that he worked with his AP, but the few times I brought it up he got defensive, and I wanted him to share his location and go to therapy but he did not want to.
There started being someone showing me a lot of attention and my ex did not like it. I found out he contacted the same girl that he also works with because he felt jealous and inadequate even though I wasn’t doing anything with the other guy. I again asked for him to share his location, but he refused and I once again let it go. We moved past it as best as possible, but things still felt surface level. It was more frustrating that we aren’t together but he still wasn’t being honest/ upset that someone else was showing me attention.
A couple weeks after that incident I found out I was pregnant. I broke down in front of him and we talked through our options. He was supportive of whatever decision I made. I found out he reached out to her again and I decided to get an abortion and he helped me through the recovery process. After this last incident I let him know I was fed up with his decisions and if he ever wanted a chance with me he needed to go to therapy and share his location with me. He refused so we talked everything out and we hugged and both cried he told me the door was open but he understands he was being selfish and needed to let me go.
I walked away and now it’s been almost a week of no contact and I’m sad and know if he came back and said he was willing to do the work I would take him back. It’s been hard to let him go because we started dating young and we are each others first real boyfriend/girlfriend, first real love, and I was his first sexual partner and he’s my only sexual partner. I just don’t know how to go forever without him in my life.

Perfect: An ADHD Playlist
I don’t know if anyone else does this, but quite often when there is a “top three” or “best of” thread on music, the hyper focus part of my adult ADHD causes me to create a version of a Spotify playlist containing some form and sort of accumulation of the top-voted comments in the thread. Yesterday, there was a thread titled “Name 3 Perfect Albums” and when I came upon it, I spent the next two hours creating a 1500ish (1533) song playlist totalling around 114 hours of music and encompassing all posted comments with greater than 7 upvotes at the time I was reading the post. Notes, for purists: - if there were ever multiple versions, I ALWAYS went with whichever version seemed the most ample (Super Deluxe, Remastered, Legacy, etc.) - I always included any “bonus pick” from any of the top comments - the album Wrong! by nomeansno was included in the top comments, but the album is not streaming on Spotify.
Not sure if anyone will appreciate this, but I just thought I’d share the work. Thanks y’all. And enjoy.

so i (23f) met (24m) on hinge almost a month ago and he wanted to match first, I was not interested in this guy at first as it is hard for me to be interested right off the bat (or maybe a good thing) but once we started to talk more and our interests connected and we had a lot more in common thats when i started to get more involved into getting to know this guy, about 3 weeks in we go on out first date, pays for dinner, pays for arcade, we spend some time in my car chatting and hanging out because we didn’t want the date to end. We did kiss and did talk about the idea of a relationship for later on, very brief but we both stood our ground and wanted to go on a second date to which we planned a couple of days later. He was genuinely very excited about this second date and the next day he gets quiet, only looks at my instagram story. I don’t question it and next day I go to message him and it’s not going through, i check instagram and i’m blocked. I don’t know what changed his mind and it haunts me everyday since then and i want to get over it, its only been two weeks since this happened, part of me wants to message him in some way but i know blocking was his way of forgetting about me, all this questions spin in my mind. His line of work is marines and i live about 40 minutes from base, I had been told by MANY people to not go for him because of his line of work with the life experiences of dating someone in the military never ending well and i wanted to believe he was one of the good ones.

As the title says, this was the fifth time. I just got my confirmation email. I quit almost seven days ago now.
I'm addicted to WoW. I've been playing since 2004 and, as of today, had my BNET account deleted for the fifth time. I don't play any other games. Despite WoW not being fun to me anymore, I continued to play it for 8+ hours a day on weekdays and around 12+ hours on weekends.
I've (31F) done okay in the sense that I am married (he also games, just not WoW); we have great-paying jobs, a lovely house, and newer cars. Face value, we look like we have it figured out and got our sh*t together. But my job makes me miserable, and I thought about coming home every day and planting my butt in my computer chair and playing WoW so I could get some relief and...escape.
I have also spent a ton of money on the game.
1st deletion> bought expansions up through BFA
2nd deletion> bought expansions up through SL
3rd deletion> bought expansions up through SL
4th deletion> bought expansions up through DF
5th deletion> bought expansions up through War Within
I bought tons of character boosts each time, wow tokens, mounts, race changes because I was indecisive, etc., plus a subscription for ~ about 17 years (counting in the breaks before I caved each time).
Every time I quit this game, I have achieved something great, mainly career jumps and finishing my bachelor's degree. But after accomplishing something, I think I can reward myself and that I will be able to moderate my play. Which usually starts out fine...until life gets stressful, then I get sucked in.
The most disgusting part is how much time I sunk into this game. I haven't played in 6 days, 22 hours, and have gotten back 2 days 15 hours (what I would have played over the week); I am using a phone app to keep track of my average time savings. I've gone on some walks, spent quality time with my husband (he even played fewer games to spend time with me) and dogs, and just...breathed. I've gone to bed by 9 pm each night rather than 12 pm-1 am (I must get up at 5:30 am to get to work). It's been easier to fall asleep without playing games until I lay down.
I got the twitch to cancel the deletion the two times they sent me reminder emails with the clickable link...but I stayed strong (although that did not stop me from returning in the past).
My job still makes me miserable, and I plan to change that. I polished up my resume, started applying to jobs, and am currently working on some skills to make me more marketable.
I know I have an addictive personality, and I tend to be an all-or-nothing type of person. So, my best hope is to stay strong and never pick up the game again. Hopefully, I can stay away indefinitely this time.

TLDR: Nmom is jealous of my success?
It feels weird to even be typing this. I flew over 2,000 miles to come “home” for the first time in a long time for my younger brother’s graduation. Since being here last time, I’ve heavily invested into myself and improving my mental, physical, emotional, and financial health. Within 10 minute of driving away from the airport, my mother was dumping on me her drama at work/church and how she may get fired. Now it’s been less than 24 hours and she’s added her in depth money troubles to that along with asking if I’m voting, her usual religious bs, and my health. I also found out she joined a MLM. Growing up, my household was so abusive, explosive, and toxic. Last night/today, every time she said something meant to be inflammatory I was just like “cool” or put a positive spin on it. I didn’t use to be like this. I would immediately go into fight mode and we would duke it out verbally. I guess she doesn’t like this change? She almost seems disgusted that I don’t entertain it anymore. She also had very visible disgust when I had my virtual therapy appointment today. I’m not sure if it’s jealousy of what I’ve turned my life into or what exactly. For reference, I grew up in a state with some of lowest income, education, and infrastructure. Neither of my parents went to college, so I grew up pretty poor. My Ndad left my mom about 5 years ago basically blindsiding her financially. Things have not gotten better for her. My life has turned out pretty good. I was the first one to go to college in my family. I live in a progressive city that pays me well at a job I truly enjoy and fulfills me. I have a partner who I adore and have traveled the country with. We live in a downtown apartment with a water view. I am so thankful for all of those things, but I’ve absolutely earned and grinded since I was 16 for them. I beat the odds. I had no help with college/starting out. I have worked so hard on myself in therapy to break generational cycles. I understand if she is jealous, but it just seems really gross to view your child succeeding that way. I no longer feel anger for my trauma and abuse growing up. I feel sad for the house my family lives in and the fact that it will never get better. I feel sad that they will never go to therapy to heal. I almost feel guilty.

We have been in a long distance relationship from the beginning. He went to a different country after 3 months of our dating. I last met him two years back when he came for 2 months to India. So, from the last one year we have been fighting a lot. In fights, he has a habit of saying very bad and hurtful things and I have told him numerous times to not say such stuff and he realises it too but after some time he repeats and says even worse. For context, my family wasn’t doing well financially last year so he helped me with some money for my business and in a fight he told me a gold digger and insulted me on my financial situation. He even said about my character. Then last week during our recent fight, he again said very hurtful things like- “I deserve someone like my ex who used to keep me in his feet. (Pairo me rakhta tha jo aapko) and also said that your parents should have aborted you. (He knew this thing that actually my parents wanted to abort me because of me being a girl child). He basically says very very hurtful things and later apologises. I know he loves me a lot and I too love him but these words of him keeps bothering me. Our families know about our relationship and I keep visiting his house. I don’t feel the same love for him because these things just pushes me away from him.

Hello ! just a little context, i was banned from vinted some days ago for having multiple accounts, it was my fault not denying that of course anyways, i need money so im thinking in making an account with my moms phone, number, bank acc etc… any tips on how to avoid being flagged maybe ? should i access only by phone and not by computer ? i don’t want to keep asking my mom for her phone but im not sure if i can use it on browser because of the wifi problem maybe via incognito would solve this problem? also a question i have should i take photos of the items i want to sell and upload them strictly with her phone? i’ve seen people saying they can track via pictures too so i’m kinda scared ! i appreciate any tips you can give me ! Have a great day/night 🥰

My life was turned upside down by a 1-2 punch of the pandemic financially destroying 2 companies that I worked for, followed by losing my apartment because my town inadvertently discovered (due to a nutty sequence of events) that my landlords had committed criminal real estate acts which resulted in the shock of having my unit suddenly deemed “illegal and unsafe.”
So, in looking for a job and just trying to get back on my feet, I applied to multiple Home Depot’s in my area… I submitted applications galore since they have you apply over & over again for each of the different positions… I get emails back saying “Congratulations! You’re moving forward! Click YES to agree to this job and location”…
…at which point, I click through several screens only to get to the last one that finally says the job is only PART time. And where the point spread on working hours is eye-popping because every email that I’ve gotten so far says it will be between 10 and 27 hours based on scheduling needs.
10 ?!? That’s basically ONE work day. What, does someone come in 5 days a week for only 2 hours to cover everyone else going to lunch and then just go home? And some companies these days will go up to 35… to avoid hitting 40 and having to offer benefits… but how did Home Depot come up with a nutty & odd number like 27 (and not even 30 where it’s rounded off and at least gets a person most of the way there).
Even part time, a 17 hour difference between MAYBE 27 hours versus MAYBE only 10 makes a huge unreliable difference. Plus, if you want to glue 2 part time jobs together (to equal 1 full time) then they also say “Hey, you know those hours we won’t commit to? Just so know, they also won’t be set in stone & regular either… we want to change them when we want…so you’re gonna have a hard time keeping your other part time job since you’ll be unreliable to them.”
Sorry to rant. I was just wondering if my bad luck is continuing or if this was Home Depot’s new hiring scheme to cut costs or whatever, meaning there really aren’t any full time jobs anymore.
I’m also just frustrated that they simply don’t have a checkbox on the application where you can say that you’re specifically looking for full time (versus specifically looking for part time) so that every time you get a “Congratulations! You’re moving forward” email, you won’t get your hopes up only to have them completely destroyed once you actually open it up.

Hi, just seeking advice if anyone has been in a similar situation (either the people pleaser friend who exploded, or the one that was broken up with) and can shed light on how you felt.
Essentially I had a best friend for many years who I considered a sister - we had such fun together and I shared my most vulnerable feelings with her. I loved her so much and put her on a pedestal in some ways; because I was so grateful she was in my life, I poured lots of effort into doing special things for her (gifts, gestures etc). That’s my love language, and I also realize now that I have anxious attachment and fear of abandonment so some of that was to show how much I loved her (aka please don’t leave me).
She’s the type of person who is caring, always there to listen (as am I). I felt like out of any of my friends she truly saw me (good and bad!) and cared genuinely about my happiness.
But she’s also a people pleaser, hates confrontation and there were times where she’d end up being passive aggressive and push me away in ways that were hurtful. It was always about her being overwhelmed with demands on her (from her husband who she has described as clingy, and family, and then of course me). We did discuss it a few times and she realized she did that, and felt bad that I said she made me feel like a burden, etc. I said that she could say no to me if she couldn’t do things. She was starting to do that, and it didn’t bother me at all, but I imagine each time it was difficult for her?
Fast forward, I was going through a heartbreak and she was there for me. She was simultaneously going through a stressful period and had talked to me a few times throughout, and I was there for her. This isn’t a situation where I ignored her if she needed. I wanted her to rely on me, particularly bc I knew that she’d been there for me many times. But she’s a very positive, happy person, and has only really asked for help a few times. She felt she didn’t really need therapy and didn’t have many issues.
One day, she was upset about something that was going poorly in her life. I tried to check in on her. She started doing the classic passive aggressive forecasting of how stressed and busy she was. Then she asked for space. It triggered something in me and I said that I was hurt bc I was just trying to be there for her. I’m aware I should have just said yes, and that her honesty and boundary setting was actually a positive, but I was wrapped up in my own trigger in that moment from our past conversations. So that was my mistake.
This led to a phone call in which she unleashed in the most cruel way. I had an out of body experience, hearing things like I was always “nagging her”, that I “put myself in a bad situation and expected her to pick up the pieces” (my heartbreak), that I was too needy, and that she thought I was manipulative bc I always said how grateful I was for her but I have so many friends (wtf?!). She also didn’t feel I wanted her to be happy. She insisted she loved my personality and this wasn’t a character assassination. I literally just hung up in shock and that was it. I didn’t defend myself. There was no point. I couldn’t believe someone who knew me so well could have such harsh critiques of me. My heart was broken and I spent months hating myself and doing therapy. I have lasting scars in that I’m so afraid now of any friendship ending, I can’t deal with conflict in other friend situations.
In the past, I’d worked on things that she’d pointed out she didn’t like (which were fair and true, and I’m glad she was upfront about them - dumb 20s immature behavior by me). This was conveyed by her in an email listing things I’d done wrong. I apologized for the things that she was right about but defended myself against things that were not fair and we both said our friendship was stronger for it and moved on (I’d thought). I’m not a people pleaser, and used to be fine dealing with conflict in healthy ways but now I’m fucking terrified of it.
I’ve tried so hard to understand her. Is this common with people pleasing? To build up resentment and cruelly explode?
Sure, I’ve got flaws but I’m a reflective non-defensive person who tries to evolve constantly, and this felt so unnecessarily harsh given our history. The only way I could understand it (having read about people pleasers now) is to think she had no choice and must have been struggling with resentment that it spilled over. So in a lot of ways, I blame myself.

Hello all. I (24 F) have never posted on Reddit before but reading these posts is comforting so I figured writing one might help me too. It might even help someone else. To understand this story I have to go back 6 years ago. I was medically discharged from college after attempting to take my own life. It’s not something I talk about very much but I did do several years of therapy. Without getting too in-depth, I had a traumatic childhood and the stress of being at college was too much for me. I gained a significant amount of weight at the end of high school and even more weight my freshman year of college. I had been put on every anti-depressant there was, but never found one that worked for me. My binge-eating was completely out of control, and my low self esteem from the weight gain only fueled my depression. My psychiatrist suggested I start taking adderall. He called it a “radical form of an antidepressant”, as well as a method to control my binge-eating. I was skeptical but willing to try anything. I had lived in a dark hole in my mind for many years now and would try anything to get out. I was started on 30 mg once a day of instant release adderall. It was a god send. I felt in control for the first time in my life. And I was in love with the feeling. I went from laying in my bed all day everyday to hiking for miles and miles. I started going to the gym and it became my sanctuary. And on top of it all, that voice in my head telling me to keep eating was permanently turned off. For 6 months, I was unbelievably happy. I lost 30 pounds. And I felt beautiful for the first time in my life. Everyone was telling me how good I looked and my confidence skyrocketed. I never wanted to lose that feeling. I started noticing that the duration of my adderall “high” was getting shorter and shorter. I began to only take it before I went to the gym, which helped me work out for 3 hours and not feel tired. When I’d get home I’d force myself not to eat even though I was hungry. I was starting to get a tolerance. The euphoric feeling I got when I took my daily dose slowly started to fade away completely. I began taking two 30 mg pills every day; one in the morning to work out and one in the late afternoon to control my hunger. It worked for a while, but man that tolerance catches up quick. Before I knew it was taking three, four pills each day. 120 mg of adderall, and still barely feeling it. Chasing that amazing high I felt years prior. It had taken me a long time to get to this point, but it was taking a toll on me. I started bingeing again despite the medication. And the come down of the adderall was starting to scare me. I would start the day miserable, take a bunch of pills, feeling slightly better for a few hours, and end the day wanting to unalive myself. My breaking point came one day when I felt particularly horrible, spiraling inside my own head down a dark tunnel I could not see out of. I came clean to my boyfriend who I live with that I was misusing my medication and it was going to kill me. I dumped out all of my meds down the toilet and quit cold turkey. I am 13 days clean. Every Reddit post says it takes time to go back to feeling normal, but I was never normal. And my bingeing is more out of control than it ever was. I just binged today again and it feels like I’ll never get over it. The worst part is that I’ve gained all the weight back and I feel disgusting. It’s just not fair. I just want to be normal and not need some pill to not binge. I felt beautiful for the first time in my life. I was healthy. It’s not like I even had abs or became underweight. I looked and felt great. I was eating like a normal person. But I can’t continue living like that and I can’t continue living like this either. I don’t know what to do.

Mainly coming from my gut, it tells me this coworker has secretly been into me. For a good 8 months.
Is that possible?
Things that make me think he likes me: He’s a gentleman. Attempted to fix my tire and ended up giving me a ride home. I didn’t ask but I did complain a little about it and he offered his spare. Wasn’t compatible. So he offered a ride home. (didn’t talk much on the ride home) Will be really sweet at times. Shy type only around me, I low key or intimidate him in some way, hopefully in a positive light. But sadly, we can’t even hold a conversation. If so, it’s forced and awkward. Then the random moments of 5 sec long prolonged eye contact. Got them just locked sometimes and its enough to leave me questioning, does he want me? Or look at everyone this way. He always needs to say bye to me. (Strange thing he does) compliments people around me when the compliment was obviously meant for me. Shy around only me. He treats me very different from others girls and easily chat up a storm. Funny enough, he’s a mute for the most part around me. He will talk confidently loud to his friends, but the moment I try to start a convo he cuts it short. And shows obvious signs of nervousness (or wanting to escape) that wasn’t previously shown around the other girls. The bad side of him is the jealousy i’ve noticed. Anytime we got new male coworkers he keeps me away after them, demanding me around if he noticed me talking to them. And starts to act more snarky and demanding after I talked to them. I don’t understand this bit either.
Things that make me think he doesn’t like me:
We’ve been working together for almost 8 months now. Sometimes we don’t even talk at all. Just hi and bye. Avoids me at times. Hot and cold. Doesn’t try to talk to me sometimes. If he does it’s small talk or biz related.
But I am just left with this agonizing gut feeling and a longing of satisfying the tension in some way with an answer. Is he shy or am I reading too much into it?
What do you think? Should I make a move? If so, how?

Looking for some help pointing out pros and cons of my two truck options. For context I am a roofing project manager and tend to put decent miles on driving hours in every direction multiple times a week. Im deciding between Gas and Diesel.
Gas option: 2010-2014 f150 5.0 ~130kmiles ~$16k
Diesel option: 1994-2003 F250 either 6.7 or 7.3 ~200kmiles Or 2013+ F250 either 6.7 or 7.3 ~200kmiles
My question is will it be worth it to go diesel strictly due to my mileage, or will It not be worth the increase in purchase price and fuel price. I plan on having this truck for a while and don’t want to hit 250k on a gas truck and have wear and tear issues or be forced to engine swap.
I’m new to Diesel but not new to working on cars and doing all my own maintenance. Any thought are appreciated.

I have been living in a 2-bed apartment for a year and it was bliss to have an apartment all to myself. I have been dreading my landlord to get another tenant to live in the apartment. I have been able to afford the rent and at the same time just relishing having my own space. I have always been a loner who liked to spend time doing things on my own. I do have the odd friends and I do go to gatherings like weddings and funerals, but it's when the events are over that I feel the bliss and joy of being lonely.
Then my landlord told me that he had found someone to have the second bedroom and I was disappointed but I guess it was going to happen at some point. Then after many days of waiting my landlord came into the apartment and in his hand was a baby boy. It wasn’t his baby and I asked where the parents were as I assumed the second bedroom would be taken by a family. It is actually big enough to fit a married couple and a small baby.
The landlord said that there were no parents and that he was just going to put the baby in the second bedroom. I was not allowed to go in the room and I was just supposed to leave that room. The landlord placed the baby in the second bedroom and closed the door, and he then went on his way home. I was in a flat with a crying baby. It was unusual and the baby was crying and then the baby would be soothed by something and would start laughing.
I was really freaked out by this and on many nights the baby would be making baby noises all by himself. Then one night I heard a deep musky voice in the baby room but I listened to the landlord and kept to my own business. Then something was calling my name from the baby room and its deep voice woke me.
“Rob wake up, I want to give you 3 wishes,” the voice from the baby told me
I tried to go into the room but it was locked now and the voice in the room kept saying that it wanted to give me 3 wishes. Then the voice said “I can grant 3 wishes but I am not sure where those wishes would go. You will also have to pick 2 other people as well who you don’t mind the wishes to go to”
I had wondered why this thing wanted to answer my wishes and it simply told me that answering wishes was its main function in life. The thing in that room was being generous at first and gave away the first 3 wishes for free but they had to be small. This was to prove to me that it wasn’t lying to me.
So I included my mom to be part of this and my manager who I did not like. My first wish was for death, a teapot and a thousand pounds in cash. Death randomly went to my mother, I got a new teapot and my ass hole of a manager had won a thousand pounds which he bragged about at work.
My mother had died and the voice told me that he couldn’t control where the wishes went. The voice then told me “To increase the chances of good wishes going to you, you should do something called good karma collecting. Where you will voluntarily let people do bad things to you so that good karma shall come round to me. So be a pushover and too overly nice that people take advantage so that the good wishes have a higher chance of coming to you”.
So I did just that and I let people at work take advantage of me and I walked around in rough places where I was showing my expensive items so that someone could rob me. For a whole year, I let people just be horrible to me and I even went out with a woman who was a known serial cheater. I would still sometimes hear that baby either crying, laughing or just making baby noises.
Then the voice said “Are you ready to make 3 proper wishes that will choose themselves who they go to”
“yes,” I said confidently
“Have you chosen two more people to be a part of these wishes,” the voice asked me
“yes and I choose my horrid manager and my father” I replied
“the 3 wishes have to be different and one has to be good, one has to be bad and one has to be mediocre” the voice told me
After a moment of silence, I said “First wish for a billion pounds, the second wish for cancer and the third wish for a mini car!”
I then got a text from my dad telling me that a mini car appeared in his garage out of nowhere and on the news it was showing my manager winning a billion pounds on the lottery. I then started coughing blood and started feeling sick and I looked confused.
The voice then told me “Your landlord took his chances with the 3 wishes and he chose you as one of the people. One of his wishes was for bad fortune and that fell on you, which is why collecting good karma wouldn’t have worked for you”
I then fell to the ground and my landlord came in and he went into that room and picked up the baby. He then looked down at me with a smile and said “Now I can sell my flat without the worry of a tenant living here. Landlord and tenancy rules have made it harder for landlords to sell flats with tenants living inside them”

I have been living in a 2-bed apartment for a year and it was bliss to have an apartment all to myself. I have been dreading my landlord to get another tenant to live in the apartment. I have been able to afford the rent and at the same time just relishing having my own space. I have always been a loner who liked to spend time doing things on my own. I do have the odd friends and I do go to gatherings like weddings and funerals, but it's when the events are over that I feel the bliss and joy of being lonely.
Then my landlord told me that he had found someone to have the second bedroom and I was disappointed but I guess it was going to happen at some point. Then after many days of waiting my landlord came into the apartment and in his hand was a baby boy. It wasn’t his baby and I asked where the parents were as I assumed the second bedroom would be taken by a family. It is actually big enough to fit a married couple and a small baby.
The landlord said that there were no parents and that he was just going to put the baby in the second bedroom. I was not allowed to go in the room and I was just supposed to leave that room. The landlord placed the baby in the second bedroom and closed the door, and he then went on his way home. I was in a flat with a crying baby. It was unusual and the baby was crying and then the baby would be soothed by something and would start laughing.
I was really freaked out by this and on many nights the baby would be making baby noises all by himself. Then one night I heard a deep musky voice in the baby room but I listened to the landlord and kept to my own business. Then something was calling my name from the baby room and its deep voice woke me.
“Rob wake up, I want to give you 3 wishes,” the voice from the baby told me
I tried to go into the room but it was locked now and the voice in the room kept saying that it wanted to give me 3 wishes. Then the voice said “I can grant 3 wishes but I am not sure where those wishes would go. You will also have to pick 2 other people as well who you don’t mind the wishes to go to”
I had wondered why this thing wanted to answer my wishes and it simply told me that answering wishes was its main function in life. The thing in that room was being generous at first and gave away the first 3 wishes for free but they had to be small. This was to prove to me that it wasn’t lying to me.
So I included my mom to be part of this and my manager who I did not like. My first wish was for death, a teapot and a thousand pounds in cash. Death randomly went to my mother, I got a new teapot and my ass hole of a manager had won a thousand pounds which he bragged about at work.
My mother had died and the voice told me that he couldn’t control where the wishes went. The voice then told me “To increase the chances of good wishes going to you, you should do something called good karma collecting. Where you will voluntarily let people do bad things to you so that good karma shall come round to me. So be a pushover and too overly nice that people take advantage so that the good wishes have a higher chance of coming to you”.
So I did just that and I let people at work take advantage of me and I walked around in rough places where I was showing my expensive items so that someone could rob me. For a whole year, I let people just be horrible to me and I even went out with a woman who was a known serial cheater. I would still sometimes hear that baby either crying, laughing or just making baby noises.
Then the voice said “Are you ready to make 3 proper wishes that will choose themselves who they go to”
“yes,” I said confidently
“Have you chosen two more people to be a part of these wishes,” the voice asked me
“yes and I choose my horrid manager and my father” I replied
“the 3 wishes have to be different and one has to be good, one has to be bad and one has to be mediocre” the voice told me
After a moment of silence, I said “First wish for a billion pounds, the second wish for cancer and the third wish for a mini car!”
I then got a text from my dad telling me that a mini car appeared in his garage out of nowhere and on the news it was showing my manager winning a billion pounds on the lottery. I then started coughing blood and started feeling sick and I looked confused.
The voice then told me “Your landlord took his chances with the 3 wishes and he chose you as one of the people. One of his wishes was for bad fortune and that fell on you, which is why collecting good karma wouldn’t have worked for you”
I then fell to the ground and my landlord came in and he went into that room and picked up the baby. He then looked down at me with a smile and said “Now I can sell my flat without the worry of a tenant living here. Landlord and tenancy rules have made it harder for landlords to sell flats with tenants living inside them”

My coworker’s sibling suddenly died. Would it be appropriate for me to attend the visitation to show support for my coworker? I can’t be at the funeral because of schedule conflicts.
I don’t want to overstep. My coworker and I are friends. We talk/text almost daily and we’ve discussed personal topics. I’d consider us good friends. They contacted me as soon as they found out about the passing and we talked on the phone. I’ve also been checking in through calls and text since then which I know they appreciated.
Their parents passed before we met and they told me they were upset some of their friends weren’t at the funerals. I’ve not met anyone in their family so I would only be going to support my friend. I don’t want to overstep and my presence to be inappropriate.
Should I ask them if they’re comfortable with me going or just go? Do people usually get invited or do you just show up? I found the date/time through the obituary not from direct invite. It doesn’t say the visitation is family only.

Deeptown was aflame.
A large inferno raged, washing the town square in waves of sweltering heat and spitting sparks. The babbling surge of the River of Dreams was overwhelmed by the roaring of flames; heavy smoke stacks obscuring the light of the thin, silvery moon that stood vigil above the valleyed town. The windowed houses that ensconced the town square, built of oak and plaster, reflected back the orange illumination in haunting visage. Even the incessant warblings of hundreds of cicadas and katydids were drowned out by the sharp snap of stacked burning logs. There was only one sound that trumped all others.
Music.
Thin, bright trilling flutes. Heavy, rumbling drums. A singular lute whose owner took liberties in the finer points of playing. And, more than that, dozens of hesitant yet warm voices sang. They sang of life and love and hope. They sang of Tohlen and Sayn. They sang for the Festival of Plenty. Large stalls packed the corners of the space and, betwixt these stalls, a man from a group of pack-laden individuals cried out, "Trader, merchant, mender! Vendor, gossip, letter handler!" The merchants, misty-eyed and smiling wide, trudged down the road with graying travel packs nestled between peaked shoulders. "I've got gut and needle and knives and wines! Water for travel and open to haggle!" Each flat-footed step upon the ground lent itself to a grand chorus; a jumbled mess of metals, glassware, and other oddities heralding their arrival. Nervous lovers made wide, clumsy steps around one fire. In the center, a hurried stage had been constructed and was lit by the four bonfires. A troupe of performers acted out some bawdy play or another, making indecent jokes and enrapturing their growing audience.
At the height of this reverie, miles and miles away, a group of robed figures rode hard and fast with a purpose that would cause a few wandering paths and destinies to begin to intertwine…
—
🠪 20+ is a must on my end. I’d like experienced and mature writers who don’t have any qualms telling a story that veers into mature topics at times. 🠪 Third person literacy. This one is pretty self explanatory. I write strictly in third person and put my focus into quality before quantity. 🠪 Has a focus on pushing the story alongside the DM. There should be enough meat in the post and enough new content to give adequate space to formulate a response for all parties involved. I cannot tell you how many times I've worked up a post only to be greeted by a word by word response of what occurred in my own post and nothing more, leaving a sour taste in my mouth with nothing for me to build off of or react to. I hold to the philosophy of a 'give and take' in roleplay. No one person should be in control of the conflict or cliffhangers or what have you, though I as DM will have a heavier hand on presenting information. Poison a drink, introduce new character traits, or even piss off a new antagonist. Anything works as long as it's communicated and brings something of value to the roleplay. 🠪 Comfortable with expanding the world and creating the plot together. Like I previously mentioned, the pieces of The Marked Lands are together, though the specifics are things that must be worked out. I don’t care much for plotting out every exhausting detail prior to writing. I would just enjoy someone who didn’t mind adding their own twists and ideas into the story. 🠪 Discord only! — If any of this has caught your interest, feel free to send me a message detailing any ideas you might have and a little about yourself! The world of The Marked Lands is one of my new favorite pet projects that I’ve worked on and I’m excited to get to explore and flesh it out more in depth to tell awesome stories in.

I am asking because about a week ago both my mobile and wifi stopped working on the same day. I had never received the PEC error, had only read about it on this sub. Then a few days ago, I received the dreaded PEC 0004 on mobile and PEC 0002 on WIFI. My heart sank when I saw them and I made a post about it.
A few hours later, my mobile started working without an error and I was able to connect it as a hotspot, but since that day, at least once or twice a day even the hotspot gives me a 0002. So I go into my mobile settings and try several things that have been suggested in posts doing a PEC search on this sub which have been very helpful.
I'm not sure which ones are the ones that do the trick, because it seems like it could be anything. I'm really getting tired of spending 30 mins to an hour a day trying to figure this out so I just try all of them and hope for the best. Most of the time it works. Sometimes nothing works and I go to sleep feeling defeated. I don't understand what the rhyme or reason is for this to be happening. I am using AT&T on the same phone number for the past 12 years and for whatever reason a week ago it has decided to work/not work with PEC-0004 first and now PEC-0002 once a day and then it works again as a hotspot...until it doesn't and I have to reset things all over again hoping one of those will do it. Some of the things I do are below:

• Put on Airplane Mode/Turn off after a few seconds or minutes
• Turn on/off Cellular Data
• Restart phone
• Turn off Cellular Data Roaming/Turn on
• Data Moda: Go from Standard, to Low Data Mode to Allow More Data on 5G
• Turn WIFI on/off (I have completely disconnected my home WIFI on my phone)
• Turn Bluetooth off (no idea if this helps I just get desperate after it keeps showing up as PEC 0002 once I sign in and turn everything off)

If there's any other suggestions that I'm missing here please let me know. As of right now I've tried all of these and am still getting a PEC 0002 on my mobile hotspot when it was literally working just fine 15 minutes ago and I'm getting really tired of this. I feel like this is all a mind game because once I give up, it will randomly start working again a few minutes later. What a waste of my time. My heart goes out to anybody else experiencing this mental mind F.

Deeptown was aflame.
A large inferno raged, washing the town square in waves of sweltering heat and spitting sparks. The babbling surge of the River of Dreams was overwhelmed by the roaring of flames; heavy smoke stacks obscuring the light of the thin, silvery moon that stood vigil above the valleyed town. The windowed houses that ensconced the town square, built of oak and plaster, reflected back the orange illumination in haunting visage. Even the incessant warblings of hundreds of cicadas and katydids were drowned out by the sharp snap of stacked burning logs. There was only one sound that trumped all others.
Music.
Thin, bright trilling flutes. Heavy, rumbling drums. A singular lute whose owner took liberties in the finer points of playing. And, more than that, dozens of hesitant yet warm voices sang. They sang of life and love and hope. They sang of Tohlen and Sayn. They sang for the Festival of Plenty. Large stalls packed the corners of the space and, betwixt these stalls, a man from a group of pack-laden individuals cried out, "Trader, merchant, mender! Vendor, gossip, letter handler!" The merchants, misty-eyed and smiling wide, trudged down the road with graying travel packs nestled between peaked shoulders. "I've got gut and needle and knives and wines! Water for travel and open to haggle!" Each flat-footed step upon the ground lent itself to a grand chorus; a jumbled mess of metals, glassware, and other oddities heralding their arrival. Nervous lovers made wide, clumsy steps around one fire. In the center, a hurried stage had been constructed and was lit by the four bonfires. A troupe of performers acted out some bawdy play or another, making indecent jokes and enrapturing their growing audience.
At the height of this reverie, miles and miles away, a group of robed figures rode hard and fast with a purpose that would cause a few wandering paths and destinies to begin to intertwine…
—
🠪 20+ is a must on my end. I’d like experienced and mature writers who don’t have any qualms telling a story that veers into mature topics at times. 🠪 Third person literacy. This one is pretty self explanatory. I write strictly in third person and put my focus into quality before quantity. 🠪 Has a focus on pushing the story alongside the DM. There should be enough meat in the post and enough new content to give adequate space to formulate a response for all parties involved. I cannot tell you how many times I've worked up a post only to be greeted by a word by word response of what occurred in my own post and nothing more, leaving a sour taste in my mouth with nothing for me to build off of or react to. I hold to the philosophy of a 'give and take' in roleplay. No one person should be in control of the conflict or cliffhangers or what have you, though I as DM will have a heavier hand on presenting information. Poison a drink, introduce new character traits, or even piss off a new antagonist. Anything works as long as it's communicated and brings something of value to the roleplay. 🠪 Comfortable with expanding the world and creating the plot together. Like I previously mentioned, the pieces of The Marked Lands are together, though the specifics are things that must be worked out. I don’t care much for plotting out every exhausting detail prior to writing. I would just enjoy someone who didn’t mind adding their own twists and ideas into the story. 🠪 Discord only! — If any of this has caught your interest, feel free to send me a message detailing any ideas you might have and a little about yourself! The world of The Marked Lands is one of my new favorite pet projects that I’ve worked on and I’m excited to get to explore and flesh it out more in depth to tell awesome stories in.

Hi everyone I need some advice here!!! I have 3 cats, two of which are from the same litter. They are all the same age and have been living together since they were 8-10 weeks old. They’ve never once been aggressive with each other, except for when they were initially introduced and then subsequently separated for weeks until they became friends. I’ve had them for almost four years now, and I love them all to death. However, for the last year or so, the one cat that isn’t from the same litter has been very aggressive with only ONE of the other two cats. It seems to happen when he smells or sees another cat he isn’t familiar with, like a lot of my research has suggested. But he only turns on one of his brothers, always the same one too! The first time it happened I had to keep them separated for almost 3 weeks, and the last few times it’s only been a few days to a week at most. I’m getting really exhausted with the back and forth and I just don’t understand why this is happening or how to prevent it. They’re all lovely and sweet boys (all neutered too) but I just don’t understand why these two struggle to sometimes get along! And the one who initiates the aggression is very unforgiving and refuses to even look at his brother from across the room without hissing and growling. His brother does not avoid him either and in fact he tries to get closer to him almost as if he is trying to convince him that it’s safe. I don’t know what to do at this point. I’ve thought about rehoming the one cat since he’s from a different litter, or rehoming the other two together since they are bonded by more than just proximity and time together. I’m struggling here. I work and go to school so I can’t be with them all day to supervise them and I don’t like keeping one locked in a room by himself all day. I need some advice please! Thank you.
TLDR: one of my cats becomes suddenly aggressive with one of his brothers every so often and it’s very unpredictable and i don’t know what to do