Mamas cojiendo con ijos

Todo esto comenzó cuando yo tenía 11 años (tengo 13) y empeze a sentir afecto por un compañero hombre de mi primaria, que era mi mejor amigo pero el es la persona mas hetero que eh conocido y pues tuve que sufrir pero al mismo tiempo que yo sufria mi mama estaba construyendo una casa en otro municipio y yo lo sabia pero mi primer error fue no decirle a mi papa por que ellos peleaban mucho y pues ella decidio irse. Mientras yo sufria una crisis gay xd, hasta vacaciones de fin de siclo (ya estaba saliendo de la primaria) supere a mi amigo y mi papá es súper homofóbico y repugna a la gente homosexual pero creo que no sabe que existimos la gente bisexual, al final mi mama se fue mi papa se hizo mas serio y enojon, yo pues empezaba a sentir la pubertad y me repugnaba a mi mismo por gustarme los hombres pero a la vez me gustaban las mujere. Me odie tanto que hasta llegué a cortarme y cambio a actualidad. Ahora el problema es que yo quería comprar un vibrador xd, y pues como no tenía dinero en mi tarjeta para menores quería ir al Oxxo y pues llegó la casualidad de que mi papá iba a ir por garrafones de agua y me dijo "vamos te llevo" para que al final el chico que estaba atendiendo dijera mi pedido al lado de mi papá y pues no me quedo de otra que hacerme pndejo y hablar fuerte como para que no escuchara, no funcionó y cambio a hoy apenas unos minutos mi papa me comenta de que a el no le hacían pndejo y que le dijera por qué compré un vibrador y pues le dije que era para una amiga, no me creyó y le tuve que decir esto "mira por ahora me quiero saltar esta platica por ahora, solo dame 2 años mínimo para ahorrar o saber de alguien con quien me pueda largar, pero te prometo que tendrémos esta platica, solo dame tiempo" y pues me dijo que está bien pero no queria saber para que lo utilizaba y no queria verme "chillando" porque me lastime pero al final me termino diciendo "no me decepciones" y ahi ya me solte a llorar porque toda mi vida viví con la idea de enorgullecer a mis padres y ahora que mi mamá se fue y mi papá me dice que ella nunca me quiso pues la verdad no se que hacer por que ya también el me traumo con el insulto "maricon" y necesito ayuda que hago neta me duele ver que ella no me quiso y el unico que me quiere es mi papa y no lo quiero decepcionar

Hace tiempo me dicen en un restaurante... "Yunes es muy cercano a un personaje llamado Enrique Ampudia".
No sabia lo que decían... es más pensé que era ficticio el nombre... y si .. así es.. ni existe...
Empieza el tema de los mentados Árabes, y el Coran... un verbo... no es ninguna persona... el Ramadan... etc etc...
Todo es cono si fuera una emulacion... simulacion... todo es falso...
El tal Troy...
La mama del jodido ese Toño... es de "Ciudad Mante... Tamaulipas..."
Unos mantos! Unas logísticas! Etc.. etc.. puras putas mamadas
Es que es una madre... un medio de comunicación... la historia de como "ser". Si los dejas... por eso es la afectación en el cerebelo. En donde tienen la creencia que inflingen sentidos de psicosomatizacion tu creas lo que dicen... lo que son... etc...
Cuando me enseñan a que se dedicaban... llega a finales de los 90s. A el Hotel Lois... unas personas de Monterrey relativas a los putos esos Garza. "Llegaron primero a la tienda de Comex Rullan que actualmente esta por tu casa a comprar un hule nylon... con el que cubrieron el cuarto del hotel..."
Todo explicaron... usaron un niño del pueblo de Boca del rio... usaron el juego Rover.. de Windows... donde empujan unas cajas de Madera Todo en Vista de Plano horizontal...
Pero la otra mujer la japonesa sys hijos jugaban Crash Bandicoot y es en 2nda persona... pero en Plano frontal...
Gente que piensa esto es un valor... van y venden esto... creo que ya solo es por un miedo que tienen tremendo en cuanto llegue el helicóptero ese con el que acalambraba a los malandros Don Lorenzo...
Unas jaulas... creían que eso les iba a resolver... tan fácil decir...
"Enrique te invito a mi cumpleaños..."
Que chinguen a su madre...
En Amsterdam volvieron los policias... dijeran los Ians... "Enrique acuérdate de tu condición..." "No te vayan a agarrar de pendejo..." "Los Gnorlaks..."
Todos son muy listos... andan trabajando...
Saludos.

On one hand, a lot of his behavior seems to indicate that he genuinely thinks he's helping/doing what he does altruisticly even if he's unconsciously doing it for his ego. Namely the clip that was shared by his editor did include him saying that he wouldn't let the survivors down indicates that he seems to believe he was helping them even when it was clear he wasn't.
But on the other hand, the whole Night docs situation doesn't come off as someone who even thinks he has good intentions. That moment at least somewhat indicates that he knows he isn't doing it altruisticly and is purely doing it all for personal gain.
So, how much of his behavior is which? I know he's doing it for personal gain and for his own ego on some level at least, but to what degree is he aware of it all or genuinely thinks he's being selfless without realizing that he's doing it more for his ego?

buenas, no sé si se puede consultar esto acá. Pero ¿Qué tan normal es el maltrato a perros ? En los lugares donde los llevas a bañar, a cortar el pelo, etc. Porque lleve a mi can a su bañito q cada tanto lo llevaba (cuando vivía en otro lado )) y volvió mal, como muy asustado... al principio cuando fui a buscarlo no lo note pero en casa estaba raro ( yo pensé q era porque antes de mudarme lo llevaba con una señora allá en mi pueblo y estaba acostumbrado ahi) ayer y hoy muy asustado, tiembla e intento morder a mi mama. COSA muy RARA, porq mi mama lo vio mal y lo llamó y el fue corriendo a darle cariño como siempre hace y cuando mi mama lo acarició, quiso morderle la mano. Un amigo anoche me decía q esos lugares tienen fama de maltratar, a lo q yo ni idea tenía de ese rumor.. por eso pregunto para sacar conclusiones y pensar si romperle la cabeza al vago o no 🤔 (aclaro q el perrito lo rescaté de un lugar donde lo maltrataban hace años, cuando era muy chiquito y siempre desde q le di los cuidados necesarios ess pura aleeegría hasta anteayer q lo lleve a esa peluquería de mierda)

La direccion de escucha... de OpenSSH, generalmente se la cambiaba a la del servidor de VPN...
"No me metia en controversias", decian en los AA.... "Te personan..."
Llegue a ver, que en los migitorios, ponian unas placas de concreto color azul... para dividir los que orinan...
"Tienen la creencia que tienen un hospital para nigros... es falso..."
Hay variables microambientales... "Pancho tenia un hijo que se llamaba Javier, que se murio en la tristeza, nunca le puso atencion..."
Le digo a mi mama... que triste, era buena gente el tio Javier... parecia un Pancholin... heheheheh me empece a reir... ella tambien... "Si... estaba chimuelo... le faltaban unos dientes..."
Una vieja loca, de las parientas, de los "Policias de Abolengo", puros pinches locos...
"Ponle Graphana... y empiezas a andar siguiendo a la gente... mtr... etc... etc..."
Todo tenia porque...
Que yo le voy a poner atencion a los locos... lo que necesito es tener a mi propia familia... hijos con Erin...
De por si como decian... "ES UN CULERAZO UNA MIERDA...." "El tio de Gerardo..." "Mira dice.. ya lo viste... ese cabron esta mal de la cabeza..." lo que pasa es que no les ponia atencion... porque se dedica a puro trabajar...
Esto del Reddit, es hasta mucho... para que me recuerden... las personas que quieren... me mandan un mensaje... me buscan...
las que no, que chinguen a su madre... todo es parte de las mismas puterias...
"Si busca a los que vendian las vergas de plastico, lo dejan de molestar, si no lo siguen molestando..."
Que se vayan a la verga...
"Enrique... yo te aseguro... que te vas a ir con un vuelo perfectamente pagado..."

Hi all, I’m trying to transcribe and translate a spoken word poem. I will post the link to the audio and here’s what I have so far. Also it’s in Colombian Spanish so there’s a few terms here and there I’m not sure I’m understanding correctly.
Thank you in advance!
Link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/17oINQqPScCll6D_ktaQXP3SW_II254xg/view?usp=drivesdk
Here’s the text I have to have so far:
El primo de mi madre que he visto dos veces en mi vida
mirando a mis tetas a los doce años
tiernas y sin contexto es un torno
recien salidas del horno
pasando de cantar la nana
a entender que soy un cuerpo sexual
una carne de deseo
cuerpo hibrido
presencia cambiante
mama colona
papa migrante
cuerpo con culpa
cuerpo de sangre
carne de territorio
lleno de sangre
furia atrevida
escandalosa hay contra zero
para picarte no nesecito veneno
si te brinco no te quitas
si te pico no te picas
te asusta mas que escuche reggeton?
a que tu primo de quarenta este (hubrio?)
con una carne de doce?
doble moral, moral superior
etica partida, furia atrevida
escandalosa hay contra zero
ignorante el que escuque reggeton
ignorante el que se cree superior
ignorante soy?
si tuviera de nuevo doce
asi te diria
como cuando yo via
en la casa
una nana te canto yo
un cua
en tro
en cuatro lo quiero yo
en mi (?) teta
te envidia que me aprieta
porque me permito
ser
estar
disfrutar de ese placer occulto que me querias guardar
merece respecto or no merece ninguno
mordete un poco la cara
mientras las manos tengo ocupadas
una en mi otra en ti
quiero (javierte/jodierte?) la cara
quiero (javierte/jodierte?) en el club
estoy temblando
(temble que quemando?)
cuerpo atrevido
cuerpo de furia
territoria de sangre
sangre sin culpa

Les explico un poco mi historia. Mi madre es una persona manipuladora y excesivamente qie cuando era pequeña me insultaba diciendome cosas como eres una cerdo porque dejaba un plato sucio, no me contestes y asi. Tanto que me dio mi primer golpe porque tome una lagartija y no la quice soltar y me chantajeaba siempre con que tu no te mereces nada por como me tratas y como te comportas o tipo la gente me dijeron que tu eras mala y sin mi no vas a hacer nadie. Bueno tanto asi que yo habia ahorrado en mis 15 300dolares y ella me los quito alegando que quien me habia puesto era ella bueno en fin justificando el dinero. A ver soy latina vivo en cuba, para quien no sabe la situacion cuba es un pais en el medio del caribe donde hay dictadura y no hay manera de salir ni ganarse dinero para independisarse por lo que familias enteras viven 7 generaciones en la misma casa. En fin ella me daba todo pero siempre era con algo detras y con chantajes emocionales y si yo te pague me tienes que hacer. Me fui un tiempo en del pais, cabe recalcar que ella me pago el pasaje y los papeles y tal y ya yo cuando llegue con un familiar y empece a trabajar y me lo pude pagar mis gustos que ella no me dio. En fin como persona abusada al fin me pude dar cuenta de todo el dolor y sufrimiento a que estaba sometida y que mi mama en realidad no me queria solo veia en mi una mina que explotar y un saco de boxeo de desahogo emocional y a los golpes y siempre decia quien le pega a su mama no es nadie. A ver los latinos en general tienen esas cosas que ven normal que sus madres le peguen y asi y yo no podia salir ni a la esquina porque me decia que yo lo que queria era prostituirme y cosas asi, tampoco tenia amigos porque ellos decian que la situacion que vivia era normal y tenia que aguantarlo porque solamente era mi mama y asi y bueno eran unos inutiles la verdad. En mi casa mis padres todos los dias de este mundo siempre todos los dias estaban peleados y ella siempre me decia que mi papa era el malo que tenia que confiar en ella porque mi papa tenia otra mujer y asi y yo como la queria me metia en sus conversaciones y no lo queria alli y ahora me di cuenta el mounstruo con quien vivia. Bueno al regresar de mis vacaciones mi familia me hablo un poco de ella que le encantaba la calle, que si no se hacia lo que ella decia le daba golpe, que siemore estaba chantajeando a su hemana emocionalmente y asi o sea y cuando ella me decia que todos estaban contra ella yo la defendia a pesar de todo lo que ella me hacia, me puse a unir cables y ella era la mala de todo el cuento y me pinto como ella era la suoer heroina y tal. Bueno cuando vine no queria ni venir pero bueno es obligacion porque no tengo donde vivir y ya ni queria hablarle. Explico cuando paso eso ya yo no confiaba en ella y se rompio algo de mi que ya no me importa que ella era mi mama solo la veia como una gente mas. Bueno sin divagaciones no la aguante mas, y ella como siempre iba a su chantaje emocional y ya llego el punto en que nos fuimos a los golpes ella como de esperarse haciendose la victima y tal bueno me converti en una persona wue solo salia de su cuarto nada mas que para comer y aun asi ella intentaba no esta es mi casa. No vas a comer, no tienes que limpiar. Y cuando llegaron los 18 me boto de la casa varias veces una de esas veces me fui y era no esta es tu casa tambien yo te amo y la verdad. Ya para ese punto a mi ella no me importa mas le sije prostituta, inutil que para que me tuvo sino me va a querer, total que la veo como un bicho. Ella no es mi madre ni es nada y a cada rato de nuevo con los chantajes emocionales estoy cansada. Mi sueño es acabar de llegar a EU hacer 10mil dolares y decirle esto es todo lo que gastastes en mi, no voy a verte nunca mas, fuera de mi vida.

The internet is a strange place, inadvertently designed to bring out the best and worst in people. People can be whoever or whatever they want to be. For predators and malignant narcissists and who live in their own delusions to begin with, it's like a hunting ground. They can create whatever persona they wish, fill their victims' heads with lies and half-truths that paint them out to be someone they are not, and by the time their victim actually meets them, it's too late - they've already created an image in their mind of this perfect person the narcissist has convinced them they are, and it usually takes time before the curtain comes down, the lies fall apart, and the mask breaks away.
I'm no saint, and I've learned my own tough lessons from the internet. I grew up under not-so-great circumstances, only getting 5 years of education before I turned 18 and was largely raised by a computer screen. Along the way, I catfished a woman in her mid-20's when I was 14-16 years old. It wasn't intentional at first, I told everyone that I was in my mid-20's and I worked as a bouncer at a bar in NYC. I never meant any harm, I was just raised by a computer and spent all my time alone playing MMOs and learned quickly that if I told people how old I was, they'd stop playing with me. So a bouncer seemed like a job I could bullshit about easily enough, and I was a big dude at 6'1 260lbs so I figured I could maybe pass it off as legit if it ever got hectic.
I started playing with this woman in her 20's and her husband frequently. We became friends fast, and soon we were virtually inseparable on the game. Her marriage ended up not working out, and after they separated she told me she had feelings for me. I should've admitted I wasn't who I said I was then, but I was young and dumb and she was the only real friend I had, so I kept up the ruse. Eventually I did come clean, and she broke it off with me not long after. We stayed friends, albeit with my heart hurting pretty bad, for a few months afterwards - until she met Jack.
When she first told me about Jack, he sounded like a great catch. He had his own IT business in Canada, was a couple years older but not by much, and she was infatuated with him. Obviously I was crushed and didn't handle it well, being a practically feral teenager at the time, so not long after they started getting serious she ghosted me altogether. I was around 17 at the time, and shit started going off the rails for me. After I got out of juvie, I started drinking heavily on a near-daily basis and selling and doing drugs. This led to a lot of pathetic, inebriated, desperate attempts to contact her and apologize for how I acted.
After months of being ignored, eventually grief and regret turned to anger, and finally acceptance. When the pain passed and I came to my senses a bit, I had an epiphany and realized that if I loved her as much as I thought I did, the best thing for both of us would be to let her go. I was a high school dropout with no job, selling drugs to get by. She had 2 kids, and what kind of life could I provide for them? She made the right choice, my age and the fact I made a grown woman fall in love with a teenager not withstanding, and as bad as it hurt I realized it was selfish of me not to accept the way things were and leave her alone, so I did.
10 years or so later, I had gotten my shit together. Worked my way up from cleaning dead shit out of swimming pools, to an entry level position at an environmental consulting firm, to a Project Manager at one of the largest firms in the field in the DC area. I'd met someone, got her pregnant, and for some reason I felt a pull to contact her again. Not to rekindle an old flame, but because she had been a tremendously positive influence on my life in a time where I had few. She was the first good thing I had in my life at a time when I was sleeping on old blankets on a hard floor in an abusive home, and what I'd held onto from our time together wasn't our romantic relationship, it was the best friend I'd ever had. And something made me want to tell her that all that work she put into getting my head right wasn't in vain, and I'd finally made it out of the gutter.
So I messaged her on Facebook, and to my surprise she actually responded. We started talking again, and soon it was back to every day. When my baby mama got back on drugs and turned abusive and was putting my daughter's life in jeopardy on a near-daily basis, she was the one who convinced me I could fight for custody - that I had to fight for custody. So I did, and I won, and I've had full custody of of my daughter since she was 6 months old and for the 10 years since.
But eventually we parted ways again. I'd started seeing someone, and part of me knew I couldn't commit to another woman while I was still carrying on with her. Our relationship had started turning romantic again, and she had dropped some hints about old Jack that would come to the forefront later, but she wasn't ready to leave him and I didn't want to be that guy, so I sent her a message explaining why we had to stop talking, apologized, and ghosted her.
7 more years went by after that night. The relationship I abandoned her for soured quickly when I found out that chick was a carbon copy of my baby mama, and I quit dating to focus on my career and raising my daughter. But on the long, 2+ hour commutes each way from work, I often found myself stuck pondering the "what ifs". What if I hadn't ghosted her? What if our age gap wasn't there, and we'd never had to split up to begin with? I knew in my soul I was never going to find someone like her again, but I made peace with it. I imagined her happy life, her kids with Jack, and convinced myself I made the right choice.
Then COVID hit, and near the start of it, I stumbled on a post on reddit about this dude who sent his high school sweetheart a message many years later apologizing for how he treated her and telling her how her presence impacted him, and I thought to myself, "Hey, I did that!". So I started writing a reply, and for the first time told the story of this girl and I. I'd never told a soul about what happened with us, not even my family or closest friends. Maybe it was the stigma of having an online relationship back in those days that carried over, or maybe it was just too personal to share with my friends or family. It got long, so eventually I just decided to start a new thread. When I was done, it was so long I figured no one would ever read it, but I hit submit anyway and put my phone down and got back to work.
Well, I was wrong. People did read it - a lot of people. Soon my phone started blowing up. Thousands of comments, hundreds of DMs, people offering me book deals and asking if they could have the rights for a screenplay or have me on their podcasts. It was fucking surreal, and being generally a private person who tries to fly under the rader, it got overwhelming fast. Eventually I reached out to her again on Facebook, warned her about what happened, and apologized for putting her business out there.
She didn't respond for a couple weeks, and when she did we started talking again almost immediately. And then in mid-April 2020, she told me that she needed to talk to me. She spilled everything, and told me exactly who Jack was. How he would hack into her devices to spy on her, threaten to kill her and her partner if she ever left him, say vile things to her and her daughters, calling the young girls cunts and bitches. How he alienated all her friends and family, and kept them all isolated in the house her parents bought them that he would rarely leave.
And I felt deceived too. All those years I'd convinced myself that she was happy, that she got together with Jack and was living the life she deserved. In reality, Jack intentionally got her pregnant not long after he flew out to her state the first time. He quickly moved into her house, and refused to work or provide not only for her kids or their kids, but for the other 3 children he abandoned in Australia and Canada who he had no relationship with, with 3 different women he victimized in the same manner. When she was 8 months pregnant with their first kid, she was working nights doing hospice care while he sat on his ass playing videogames all night and talking to his ex. In 17 years, this fucking loser with 7 kids by 4 women worked a grand total of 5 weeks, quit his job, claimed he got PTSD from the experience, and somehow manipulated his way into getting SSDI for it. They survived off SSDI and her parents' charity for years.
But Jack was reading all of this, because like I mentioned earlier, he was hacking her devices and watching us talk remotely. Jack knew the jig was up, and slowly started to unravel. She told him she wanted a divorce, and that she was not going to sever her friendship with me again. And he pretended to take that well, going as far as to try to befriend and manipulate me. He tried every trick to keep her he'd done for years - telling her he was going to get help and would change first, then when that failed he made suicide threats and somehow got his therapist to call her and tell her as long as she didn't leave him he wouldn't kill himself, and then he tried to intimidate her. Eventually he went off the rails completely and sexually assaulted her when he thought she was sleeping.
She called me from her parents' house crying the night it happened, and I convinced her to file a police report. She did, and a couple weeks later Jack got removed from the home, served with a protective order, and charged for sexual abuse. This of course did nothing to stop Jack - he broke into their house a couple days later when she and the kids were out to upload a folder of revenge porn to his Google Drive under the guise of wanting to drop off a cake for her birthday.
Then the stalking started. Jack would relentlessly message her all day and night on Facebook, switching between rage, trying to garner sympathy, convince her he would change, and threatening self-harm. We later found out via a cyber forensics report that he was hacking into the laptop she had taken with her while she hid at her parents' and had been so bold as to steal her Victim Impact Statement and send it to all his World of Warcraft buddies as a joke.
And he didn't just stalk her, he came for me too. Constant unauthorized attempts to access my accounts for everything from Windows to my bank, spam calls and emails - shit, the wormy little fuck even got his friends to stalk my social media and pretend to be strangers to gaslight me. I ignored all of it, and he got desperate enough to send me a lovely message attempting to extort and blackmail she and I, claiming he had "all my posts" but wouldn't do anything with them if I called him. The tipping point for me is when he subscribed to my small YouTube channel - which had nothing on it but 3 videos of my daughter. That veiled threat wasn't lost on me.
But Jack fucked up. I don't know if he thought his insane nonsense would scare me off, or if in his delusions he really thought he was the bad mother fucker he convinced himself he was, but Jack didn't know jack about me. I'm a crazy fuck too, and while he was sitting on his fat ass playing World of Warcraft all day every day for the past couple decades, I was selling drugs and hanging with some of the grimiest mother fuckers Baltimore had to offer. I've seen and experienced a lot of real violence outside a computer monitor, and the prospect of a violent resolution to this saga didn't phase me a whole lot. I'd spent years trying to be a better person and avoid conflict, but I sure as shit wasn't afraid of it either. Leading up to this point, I was already trying to calm myself down and talk myself off the ledge and not pack my guns and drive out there to keep watch until the police did their thing and put him away, which took a lot longer than it should have - this fucking guy violated his protective order 80 times in just a couple weeks.
So I called him, and he spent the next 26 minutes crying over the phone like a drunk little bitch, while I tried my best to be kind and to talk him off the ledge. And yes, I did record it, and yes it is hysterical listening to it now in hindsight, and yes I still have the recording. Anyway, I told him he was scaring the shit out of her and the kids, and he promised to leave us alone and I told him if he could chill the fuck out I would try to talk her into giving him more access to the kids. The next day, she got an email from her first ex-husband - Jack had reached out to him with a link to my reddit post trying to get help from him to come after me, which he promptly shut down and sent to her.
The next few weeks were terrifying as Jack descended further into madness and became more scared and desperate. He knew she was gone and not coming back, and he was facing real charges and real jail time, and while Jack is a fucking moron in a lot of ways, I'm sure he knew a fat, greasy computer nerd with a sex offense conviction wasn't going to have a good time in County. Jack was a murder-suicide waiting to happen, the police were doing nothing to stop his stalking, and I felt powerless to help her. Eventually after he sent her $50 over PayPal at 4:00am with what appeared to be a suicide note, I had enough. I called the DA's office, asked them why the fuck this was being allowed to happen, and promised them I'd been taking meticulous notes and if anything happened to her I would be taking it straight to the media. The DA told me if I was going to make threats the conversation was over, but sure enough he was finally arrested not long after.
Ironically we had remained platonic friends through most of this, but the shared experience of dealing with this psycho brought us closer together and things quickly changed. We knew he wasn't going to stop when he got out of jail, I felt responsible for her safety after my stupid reddit post started this chain of events that led to Jack's unraveling, and with the world seemingly coming apart during COVID, decided if we were ever going to meet it felt like it was now or never. So I booked a plane ticket across the country, spent a week with her and her family, and a few days after I came home she flew out to visit me and meet my family.
We went into it with no expectations. I fully accepted we might not click and our relationship would go back to being platonic. For my part, I just wanted the closure of finally meeting this person who had such a profound impact on my life before COVID mutated or something and killed us all.
But we did click, and the next two weeks were life-changing. I met and cooked for her entire extended family the day after I arrived, and it went well. While I was there I got her mom's email address, and after I went home I had an idea. I knew her parents had met in DC, so I emailed her mom and asked her for a list of places that were special to her, and she told me about the church her parents had met in. I asked her to keep our conversation secret so it would be a surprise, and she did.
So when she comes out to the east coast, I take her on a tour through DC and park the car a few blocks down the street from the church. As we're walking by, she notices the church and comments on how beautiful it is.
I keep it cool and respond, "Yeah, that's a pretty important place.".
She looks at me and says, "Oh? Why's that?".
"That's where your parents met.".
She audibly gasps, giddily bounces a bit, starts to cry, and we pulled down our masks (fuckin covid) and kiss. Her reaction is easily one of the greatest memories in my life. What I didn't know at the time, was that her parents had told her about that church since she and her siblings were kids. When the church changed denominations, the church took the angel statue off the top and brought it back to her home state, and her parents had taken them to see it a few times throughout her childhood.
Anyway, getting sidetracked here, the sappy love story stuff is a different story altogether.
A month after we met for the first time, I had quit my job, sold everything I couldn't fit in my sedan, and she flew back out and drove across the country with my daughter and I.
Sounds crazy as hell, and it was, but it worked out better than it should have. I got a good job making more than I did back home right away, her kids loved me, and my daughter loved her and adjusted to her new home fast. And by the time Jack got out of jail for felony cyberstalking, sexual abuse, and Intimidation of a Witness in a Domestic Violence case, we had cameras all over the house, and I had taught my fiancee how to shoot - which she quickly became better than me at.
But Jack's time in jail didn't slow him down, and the 2-10 year suspended sentence didn't deter him at all. As a matter of fact, on his first day out one of the first things he did was start trying to hack her accounts again. He managed to con an elderly couple he knew threw World of Warcraft from a different state into letting him live with them, and from there he spent a lot of time and energy stalking us and hacking our devices to the best of his ability. He also convinced these poor, very stupid elderly people from his videogame to bankroll a lengthy, expensive divorce. Somehow a man who hadn't worked in almost 20 years managed to run us into over $50,000 in legal fees in two years. How a marriage with zero assets turned into a two year battle when both parties were officially in poverty before the divorce, or how the family courts never saw through the bullshit is beyond me.
To Jack's credit, he did a pretty good job remaining a thorn in our side. Largely due to the complete and utter ineptitude and indifference of the police and District Attorney who could and should have put a stop to his bullshit at any point in that time. Old Jack got hit with a permanent criminal stalking injunction and a 10-year protective order along with his probation, and no amount of effort on our part would get the police, DA, or probation to put a stop to it, despite mountains of evidence.
He successfully managed to draw the divorce out right up to the wedding we planned a year and a half prior, with his attorney putting in motion after motion to delay the process. With all our family and friends coming from all over the country and as far away as Japan, we accepted our wedding would just be a celebration and not an official wedding. Until the night before the wedding, she got a call from her attorney - he had made a call to the clerk's office at the court and got her to move the paperwork to finalize the divorce to the top of the pile, and she was officially divorced. Our wedding would be a real wedding after all, and despite Jack's best efforts, he lost again. We had the wedding on a remote ranch that we rented for a week, and foolishly decided to cater and decorate ourselves, which would have been a colossal undertaking without the extra 4 hours to drive into town and get our marriage certificate at the courthouse. But we pulled it off and it was everything we could have hoped for and then some, and we were officially married.
Jack of course didn't stop after the divorce was finalized. The list of shit he tried to do to us before and after that is too long to spell out in an already too long post, but here are some choice bits:
He wrote a demented letter to the oldest of his kids with her who severed her relationship with him, calling my wife and her mother "vipers and cowards" and promising we would "answer for what we've done sooner or later".
He continuously hacked our computers, miscellaneous accounts tied to our emails, and any other devices he could get into - dropping in remotely via Amazon Alexa, phones, etc.
He set up bots to send us thousands of spam emails, sign us up for dozens of international newsletters all at once, and requests for consultations for things like solar panel installations.
He told the kids vile lies about my wife and I, although the most egregious was when he used a court-ordered therapy appointment with his second oldest daughter to accuse me of distributing child porn, told the therapist I am an "evil man", and told him I wasn't safe to be around his daughters. This led to her being forensically interviewed by the police, where she spelled out what happened, but of course they did nothing.
He gave the two youngest children cell phones to sneak into our house, with Google accounts activated and location tracking turned on.
He sent packages to our house 5 times in the space of a few months, one of which was addressed to himself and contained nothing but a bag of Stevia and a pack of gum. These packages generally came to our door the day before his scheduled visitation with the kids.
During this time my bank account was hacked four times in the span of just a few months with nearly identical fraudulent charges. In each of these instances, I had completely changed my bank account information.
He filed false reports with CPS twice, alleging we were beating the children, locking them in the closet, and not feeding or bathing them. This led to a CPS agent coming to our house to investigate.
We brought all this to the police over and over as it happened, and they did nothing. The DA running the case wasted 5 months subpoenaing a fake email address that we told them when we reported it was fake and spoofed. After finding out about that, we went to the DA's office to find out what the fuck was going on. A Victim's Advocate met with us, and was horrified about how the case was handled, looked up the prosecutor assigned to the case, rolled her eyes and said "Oh...it's Stephanie", confirming what we already knew - this prosecutor was completely incompetent, an elect3d politician moonlighting as a prosecutor. She called us the next day to tell us the actual DA called a meeting and a warrant was put out for Jack's arrest. For some inexplicable reason, they pulled the warrant back, and the advocate told us it was because the DA was pursuing more serious charges.
Then, they stonewalled us. The Victim's Advocate we had met with that actually tried to help us was moved off our case, and the new one assigned refused to talk to us or return our calls. The few exchanges we had with her, she made it abundantly clear she had the DA Office's interests in mind and not ours. We decided to just stay quiet and let the process play out and hope for the best, up until we received an email on Friday night before Election Day from the Detective telling us Stephanie had closed the case. I assume she didn't want her incompetence coming to light, and didn't want to shut the case down before Election Day knowing we would be on the warpath.
Eventually, Jack caught wind that he was officially under criminal investigation, but clearly had no idea they were never going to press charges. He got quiet for a bit, until he was ultimately let off probation early. We still get the occasional reminder he's out there watching, but his fear of going back to jail and the belief it might happen cowed him a bit. So instead he harasses us through the family courts, filing constant bullshit motions with no evidence to support them, and for some reason the courts let it continue. Somehow a man who makes ~$800 from SSDI and is only paying $30 a month total to support his 3 kids with my wife is able to fund tens of thousands of dollars worth of legal proceedings every year, and no one in the family courts has ever stopped to ask how he is paying for it or why all this money isn't being spent on supporting these children.
But despite Jack's best efforts, his bullshit hasn't worked. My wife and I have been together for four years soon, and married for two. His kids call me dad and hate his guts, only seeing him because the courts force them to. I continue to advance in my career, landing two major promotions in the past 2 years and now running a division in one of the largest companies in my field in this part of the country. I just enrolled in college to go back to school and get a degree in family law with a focus on domestic violence. The most frustrating part of the whole experience with ol' Jack was having no one to turn to when all the institutions who were supposed to keep this from happening ignored us, and even though I'll be well into my mid 40's before I accomplish my new goals, I plan to advocate for domestic violence victims and do everything I can to lobby for change to these laws to keep as many people as I can from going through what my wife and I did. I learned that the only way to beat these people at their game is to play on the same field right along with them, and that's what I intend to do.
My wife went back to work too once she healed from some of the trauma, making $30 an hour as a personal assistant for a fella who's had two movies made about his life. Our kids struggled a bit with school and dealing with all their biological parents' issues, but they quickly turned it around and have been excelling. We're all happy, healthy, and doing better now than ever.
As for Jack? Well, he's pushing 50 and still spending his days alone, playing World of Warcraft and jerking off in this old couple's basement. Nothing has changed there, and now he's too fat, old, and visibly an enormous fucking loser to victimize women in the same way he did in his youth. I have no doubts he'll find another victim eventually, probably when these old weirdos bankrolling his life now finally wise up, but one thing Jack forgets is that karma is a mother fucker, and I have a giant database of evidence that I can and will send out to whoever I please to help pull that mask down and keep him from doing this to someone else. Nothing is more appealing to a potential love interest than hearing their man cry like a drunk bitch for 26 minutes to the man he claims stole his wife, while simultaneously admitting to sexually assaulting said wife.
As wonderful as it would have been for Jack to go to prison where he can't hurt anyone again, there is some catharsis knowing Jack will forever be in a prison of his own making. His children want nothing to do with him, and he'll never see them graduate or walk them down the aisle. Jack will die miserable and alone, and in his narcissistic delusion will still be blaming everyone else for the colossal failure of his life, while continuing to fail to grasp the one thread that ties all his misery together - himself.
And since he somehow manages to find and stalk most of my social media, I'd wager Jack will end up reading this too. I hope he does in all honesty. And Jack, if you are reading this, I want you to know that you can kick, flail, manipulate and lie, cry and complain until you're red in the face. None of it matters. You don't matter. You'll leave this world alone, as sad and bitter as you are now, and the world will be a better place for it.

Hola gente Necesito consejos Tengo 25 años y el año pasado me titule de odontologia. Sali de 4 to medio con un titulo en contabilidad. A la fecha aun no ejerzo mi carrera de odonto. Pero no me gusta la carrera, la termine por mis papas , soy la unica hija de 4 hermanos que fue a la universidad. Mi papa constantemente me dice que tengo que trabajar en lo que estudie y que me tengo que inscribir en el colegio de odontologos. Pero no quiero no quiero seguir avanzando en eso por que no me veo trabajando como odontologa. Mi mama igual me dice que tengo que ejercer Siento que si les digo que no me gusto la carrera y no quiero trabajar en eso se vallan a decepcionar. Por otro lado con mi titulo de contabilidad me ha ido super bien , hasta hace poco estuve trabajando en una empresa internacional, hize muchos contactos y soy buena en lo que hago y me encanta el area financiera y contable. Hoy sin mas me ofrecieron trabajo en una afp , ganando un buen sueldo. No se como abordarlo con mi familia....

Hola gente Necesito consejos Tengo 25 años y el año pasado me titule de odontologia. Sali de 4 to medio con un titulo en contabilidad. A la fecha aun no ejerzo mi carrera de odonto. Pero no me gusta la carrera, la termine por mis papas , soy la unica hija de 4 hermanos que fue a la universidad. Mi papa constantemente me dice que tengo que trabajar en lo que estudie y que me tengo que inscribir en el colegio de odontologos. Pero no quiero no quiero seguir avanzando en eso por que no me veo trabajando como odontologa. Mi mama igual me dice que tengo que ejercer Siento que si les digo que no me gusto la carrera y no quiero trabajar en eso se vallan a decepcionar. Por otro lado con mi titulo de contabilidad me ha ido super bien , hasta hace poco estuve trabajando en una empresa internacional, hize muchos contactos y soy buena en lo que hago y me encanta el area financiera y contable. Hoy sin mas me ofrecieron trabajo en una afp , ganando un buen sueldo. No se como abordarlo con mi familia....

Bueno les cuento, cómo ya leyeron quiero demandar a mi papá, por el echo de no responder por mi, resulta que tengo 17 años ya casi voy a cumplir los 18 y he abierto los ojos y me he dado cuenta que mi papá es papá porque le toca, mi papá nunca me ayudó como tal económicamente y casi nunca estuvo presente, les cuento que a mi papá siempre trate de no pedirle nada de nada porque siempre era la misma historia de que se desaparecia con tal de no responder por mi (llegaba a dejarme en visto y esperando fuera de su edificio) resulta que tengo que pagar el ICFES por qué válido en un programa llamado sat, no es mucho son 60.000, yo trabajaba solo en varias cosas y asi le ayudaba a mi mamá, pero resulta que me quedé sin empleo y me es muy difícil en este momento conseguirlo entonces no tuve de otra que literalmente pedirle ayuda a mi papa el me dijo que si que contara con eso y es el momento en que no me ha respondido y me ha dejado en visto, esto es una pequeña gota de la miles de cosas que me ha pasado con el, el man no me quiere porque no es ni capas de llamarme para saber cómo estoy, no a estuvo presente en momentos difíciles no me ayuda con ninguna cuota, y cuenta con un local y paga un arriendo de 1'500.000, dice que no tiene plata pero compra animales claramente caros,(es amante a los animales, se compró una mantarraya, y una pitón bola de banano), el dice que nunca tiene plata pero siempre gasta y gasta, hace unos años a mis 14 pase por un momento muy difícil con mi mama por el cual tuve que ir a vivir con el, no había problema alguno hasta que de a pocos empezo a enseñarme a trabajar, hasta hay todo normal pero resulto que un dia me dijo que si no me interesaba compararme mis cosas diciendo que podia comprar lo que yo quisiera, resulta que al pasar los dias esa responsabilidad fue creciendo hasta el punto que me metio a un restaurante que a mis 14 años me explotaba de 7 a 11-12 de la noche(quedaba en quinta paredes, el restaurante quedaba por el hotel Hilton, y me ponían a lavar platos, baños, meseriar, y estar pendiente de la cocina, por solo 25.000 putos pesos, según el"el también sufrió así") el chiste es que esto fue incrementando hasta el punto en en que me hacia pagarle el recibo del gas yo solo y mitad del agua, (que el estrato 4 ya se imaginaran que tan caro llegaba) ahora no solo eso, me hacia comprar la comida del perro de el que siquiera devia comprarlo yo, cuando le decía que era mucho para mí me decia que si yo no seguia trabajando que me sacaba para la calle y que yo viera como hacia mi vida pero eso si no lo volviera a buscar. Después sigo contando más.

mi mamà siempre me ha quitado gran cantidad de mi dinero, hasta que tuve 18 años, le quite la pension y la puse a mi nombre para pagar mi universidad. En mi primer trabajo ella nunca me ayudo economicamente con nada, ni se encargaba de mi economicamente ni con alimentos, yo pasaba hambre porque ella solo velaba por ella y x mi hermano, yo volvia a altas horas de la noche y nunca le importo si estaba bien o mal. En mi segundo trabajo, quise gastar mi dinero en la universidad, el bill del telefono, y en comida mas que todo que me gustara. Ahora estoy en un trabnajo donde me pagan mucho menos, y me gusta pedirme ropa y cosas bonitas, ya que mi mama siempre esta comiendo afuera y esta comprando cosas, decidi hacer lo mismo para hacerme feliz a mi y tomarme como una prioridad. Ahora cuando voy emocionada al cuarto de ella a enseñarle mis cosas que mi novio o yo misma me compre de tiendas NO CARAS, ella ni me vuelve a ver, y solo me menciona que necesita cierta cantidad de dinero para pagar equis cosa y me hace sentir mal. Toda mi vida he cuidado a mi hermano, casi siempre de lunes a viernes de 5am a 7pm que ella llegaba a la casa, aun asi en los fines de semana ella me decia que cuidara a mi hermano toda la noche, si yo tenia planes con amigos o con mi pareja los tenia que cancelar xq no me daba opcion, sino era un PROBLEMA DE VERDAD
No se que pensar o decir

Nunca pense que tanta gente se fijaria en alguien como yo.
Pese a tantos defectos que tengo debido a mi trastorno del neurodesarrollo (Autismo )no interactuaba mucho con laa personas (No menores a mi, no mayores a mi ni tampoco personas de mi edad).
Lo que conlleva a una falta de interacción social son sus daños colaterales como el no tener pareja, hoy fui con mi mama al supermercado y un chico que laboraba de cajero me dijo que soy muy bonita. Lo ignore totalmente evadiendo su comentario y disimulando que no lo hubiese escuchado, sigo sin entender como es posible que pese a tantos años de no sentir esa emoción en mi vida, en este año se haya presentado varias veces.
No soy una persona muy agradable, muchas perosnas me dicen que soy antipatica, seria, seca, sin sentimientos, solitaria y concisa.
Me siento rara.... 🫤

Para contexto tengo un hermano que siempre fue y es el favorito de mi madre, seguramente porque es el único varón o el único que trabaja de nosotros (hijos). Lo que suele pasar es que por una cosa u otra el obtiene el beneficio por sobre mi o mi hermana, no importa lo que implique, siempre ella va a estar de su lado y el siempre va a aprovechar eso.
Yo estudio desde mi casa con la computadora. No tenemos otro escritorio, por ende cada vez que alguien tiene que estudiar, es decir leer algo de un libro usan el escritorio de la pc.
Suelo tener clases por las tardes/ noches casi todos los días, pero como es en el segundo piso mi madre se piensa que me la paso durmiendo o no se que creerá que yo hago, tampoco es que le interese preguntarme por ello, asume algo y una vez hecho eso ella se va a quedar con esa idea y no importa si tratas de decirle como es o lo contrario no te va a escuchar porque ya se hizo una idea y es lo que ella piensa y punto.
Mi hermano llego de trabajar mas tarde de lo habitual porque no llego al tren y no llego a ir a su clase de particular, su profesora accedió a dársela por zoom y desde acá partimos con el problema. Yo estaba merendando en la cocina porque me quedaba media hora para una clase, como siempre hago.
Cuestión que llega mi hermano (el suele llegar mas temprano e irse, así que no suele verme cursando) y le dice a mi madre que se atraso que le van a dar clase por zoom y me dice a mi voy a usar el escritorio. A lo que le respondo, vas a usar la computadora? Y me dice no pero voy a usar el escritorio, vos tuviste todo el día para usarlo y no es mi problema yo trabaje todo el día. Y mi madre diciendo siii si anda usarlo no pasa nada. A lo que decidí no responder porque obviamente si decía algo me iban a empezar a atacar.
(Punto aparte en el contexto es que no uso la computadora durante el día porque es cuando la usa mi hermana, y asi es como nos dividimos, ella la usa de dia yo de tarde/noche.)
Cuando sale de la cocina y se va, le digo a mi madre que tendríamos que comprar otro escritorio porque siempre que necesito usar la computadora hay alguien que necesita el escritorio y no puedo usarla. A lo que sale el de la nada y me empieza a gritar diciendo que te pasa que te pasa? yo recién llego de trabajar (siempre tira eso para sentirse mejor moralmente solo por el hecho de que trabaja(?) y yo le dije no estoy hablando con vos estoy hablando con tu mama (ya consiguió lo que quería que era usar el escritorio y viene a apurarme) entonces el empieza a gritarme y ella en conjunto diciendo que no hago nada, que podría haberla usado durante el día, que el trabajo todo el día y que el la va a usar ahora. Me enoje y les termine gritando yo también.
Por qué el tiene privilegio a usarla cuando yo también tengo clase y sí tengo que usar la computadora no solo apoyarme en el escritorio, no puede trabajar desde su pieza? (Igualmente yo ya se la había dejado, lo que me da bronca es que siempre tengan la impunidad de rebajarte porque se creen superiores) y me empezó a gritar YO TRABAJE TODO EL DIA.
Los mande a la mierda a los dos básicamente, a mi madre por darle lugar a que me trate como mierda solo porque no trabajo o no hago algo tan importante como lo que hace el cuando estoy hablando con ella (y el estaba con la oreja parada para bardearme cuando el ya había ganado) y a el porque siempre lo de el es mas importante que lo de los demás y el se lo cree.
Termine gritándoles tanto que el se fue a estudiar al patio en una mesa y yo me quede con el escritorio pero no me sirvió de mucho porque la clase duro 20 minutos mas y terminó. Y aquí estoy, sc?
El solo necesitaba el escritorio por dos horas y ahora quede mal, obviamente no me van a hablar por el resto del día y seguramente mañana tampoco.
Odio no poder decir nada porque te empiezan a atacar y yo siento que no molesto a nadie, no le toco las cosas a nadie, me mantengo en mis cosas y eso es todo. Siempre que digo algo lo llevan al lado contrario para dejarme mal a mi, porque yo no dije que no usara el escritorio, yo estaba hablando con mi mama y el salió de la nada a insultarme.
Tendría que no haber dicho nada? Probablemente.
Ahora me arrepiento de haber dicho algo, siento que mis cosas no importan pero aun así diciendolo no va a hacer que cambien, para mi madre y el voy a seguir siendo la que se rasca jsjsjsj.

Hace años cuando yo jugaba el real steel champions me acuerdo que estaba ahorrando para comprarme un noisy boy plateado porque el presupuesto no alcanzaba para mas y ya saben, noisy deidad, atom god y Zzzzzzzeus, mi mama me llama a comer y me dice que mi hermano ya comió y que le prestara mi celular para que juegue, y yo pensé, a pues ta bien, el, con mi celular en mano se me acerca y me señala ell champions y me dice en este se creaban robots no?, le dije que si, y el se fue a su cuarto cuando termine de comer voy a su cuarto y le digo, okey ya damelo ya termine de comer y el me lo da y veo que el hizo otro robot comprando un montón de piezas recuerdo que tenia la cabeza y torso de atom y la piernas y brazos de ambush y compro un montón de piezas mas hasta acabarme el presupuesto, piezas que al final no uso, y como se lo imaginarán me enoje un monton y lo metí en un auto a toda marcha y se cayó de un precipicio, por eso estoy escribiendo esto desde una cárcel durante mi cadena perpetua, ojalá aparezca en el video gracias por leer y felizes 8k

Well after a seriously fucked up combat tour in afganistan I was out on the street left to pick up the peices of my life in my mid twenties..working out was one of those things that seemed to keep alot of things In check for me and Like every good lad and lady after a good swoll, I hit my local gnc for supps religiously. I was in the army and I received certain awards that are specific to combat and I proudly wore a hat with two awards along with my unit imsignia I recieved while I was in combat. Anyway upon walking Into the gnc a tall ripped dude who had alot of pain in his eyes called me out for my hat, so as to check and make sure my combat story aligned with my awards... this is more common than you think and while in the millitary these types are known as badge protectors making sure everything is on the up and up, its a douchey thankless job but i guess it warns off stolen valor in some situations., anyway I took it as that and shared my story and he shared his..

 His story was particularly horrifying he was in a marine regiment that took heavy heavy casualties in helmand province a couple miles from where I was stationed during the troop surge in kandahar province a few years later. As I explored the va system and getting help for injuries and trauma I sustained during combat I thought I would go out of my way to help this marine and be a freind, even though in his mind only the weak " went to the VA. I was always careful not to push to hard and was careful to put my trauma away because his was more serious. As in i lost a couple people, he lost 1/3 of his unit..I spent many many nights consoling my freind who often lamented about his struggle for survival in battle his lost freinds and I could relate. Years later I had many issues and ended up moving away to my home state after a combat ptsd progragram. 

Unfortunately, unexpectedly, i saw my freinds family had posted the worst news on fb. My freind and hero marine had ended his life. I had to memorialize this marine who i had known for years and shared my deepest shit with , I knew his struggle, and saw where it led him. In some ways I felt like I had failed. My last post addressed to my freind was an RIP Marine salute on instagram....thats when shit gets crazy...About 2 hours after I posted this, I received a call from his baby mama with news that would change the way I viewed life and people around me forever.
I heard a cracking voice on the other end of the line as I say my condolences, "I'm sorry I have to be the one who tells you this, Matt was never a marine. I laughed, what, why would you say this, I was furious, I demanded answers, and then got them. So apparently Matt had never been a marine, but had always had a fascination with them.... I couldn't understand still, all the talks the lingo the stories specific to that area, the specific units and marines who died, to god damn specific. He was in many fb groups with these specific units talking to parents of fallen and more specifically hero marine sniper Matthew Abate. He was talking to Abates father and had told and showed me their convos on fb, it was all apart of the con...So apparently what led to the suicide was Matt developed a drug problem and his life was spiraling out of control , this was on top of an apparent full blown double life where he was a hero combat marine sniper, and had infiltrated many veteran groups stealing stories stealing personalities, stealing valor. As he spiraled, he leaned heavily on the veteran groups for support and they insisted on getting him emergency assistance, apparently the only thing he could provide that proved he was in the millitary was an anti terrorism class that you take pre bootcamp. So this raising g many red flags the group did a FOIA on him and found out he was a total fake. The marine groups quickly smelled the blood in the water and he apparently ended his life in a jotel room alone. It's taken me a long time to get this story out because it really fucked me up for a long time. I could never make it make sense in my head. I guess I can accept that today.

But please be nice.
Hi! I am just trying to work through some feelings and decided a classic pros/cons list might help me sort through and think about my relationship a little better than feeling so helpless. I am not looking for any particular advice, just general input and thoughts and some advice as if we were all friends here. Thank you in advance.
So lets just jump right in I guess?
Pros:

1. I love him very much and when things are good, they are really great! Lovey dovey and all.
2. Our connection and how we "read each others minds".
3. We have a strong bond and a very good sex life.
4. Bills. I am capable of paying everything on my own, but having help makes things more comfortable.
5. He has a good job and very good skills to help me build my home. I bought a remodel home a few years ago and we have been working on it together.
6. My children (2) have met him and like him.
7. He has not cheated on me.

Cons:

1. Arguments are really really terrible.
2. He has a tendency to be toxic and dramatic.
3. Already has 2 baby mamas but wants a baby with me "to do things right this time" he says. I have had my tubes tied and he already has 3 kids. We have talked about me getting a reversal surgery but I can't do something like this if I cant trust him.
4. I can't ever fully trust him.
5. He lies a lot. I have caught him in countless lies. He has only recently changed for the better and we have been together for going on 2 years. (I caught him in another lie today.)
6. His past.
7. He is on probation for a federal charge.
8. The drama from his ex wife.
9. He likes young girl porn. This is not a con by itself, but the situation makes it a con for me.
10. Being irresponsible with money. Like gamble his whole paycheck away irresponsible. He is supposedly not gambling anymore (and I don't see signs of it anymore). But he still asks to borrow money a lot. He also still owes me $1600 for his half of the down payment and first few months rent of the place we got together. He was supposed to help me with this but I ended up paying everything and he hasn't paid me back yet.
11. He promises me the world and his promises are usually just empty words.

Okay you guys, I hope I don't sound like a jackass or anything, I am just getting stuff off of my chest and talking to the internet like yall are my friends lol yeah so please be kind. I don't mean anything negative to anyone else, this is personal to me and my situation. Thanks again for everything, if you've made it this far :)
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Hola a todos, estoy ranteado desde una cuenta que no es la mia, necesito quejarme de esta situacion que me esta volviendo loco, resulta que trabajo para el gobierno de la provincia de Buenos Aires, hace casi 18 años, durante mi crecimiento profesional dentro de la institucion he visto de todo, tipos que eran compañeros mios de laburo pero que no vi en años, tejes y manejes, kioskos etc, toda mi vida me mantuve alejado de estos temas, creo tener la suficiente capacidad para crecer sin ayudin por decirlo de alguna manera, pero es verdad que el que no llora no mama porque aunque he crecido profesionalmente no veo que se me presente una oportunidad de crecimiento, mi tarea es de alto valor tecnologico, trabajo en un nicho muy acotado y muy util dentro de los procesos de administracion territorial, en este ambito me he formado y me han elegido para coordinar a las entidades nacionales que esten avocadas en esa tarea, para esto me dan tiempo y espacio de mis tareas habituales, me relaciono con gente de municipios, provincias y nacion y todos ellos tienen una buena imagen de mi, me invitan a participar de capacitaciones, para dar conferencias etc, por esto mismo me han elegido como representante de Argentina en una institucion internacional que trata sobre la tematica a la que me dedico, todo esto es verificable pero como no me quiero quemar espero que alcance con su capacidad de creerme, ademas de esto soy miembro de una asociacion civil que da apoyo a las comunidades que esten en la misma tematica profesional que yo, no soy una persona quedada, trato de aprender y hago cursos bastante seguido, ahora no tanto porque estoy deprimido y siento que no importa, mi jefe es un fenomeno me incentiva a laburar y a crecer, pero su superior es un tipo que se nota que no le caigo bien, no soy altanero, ni contestador, simpre hablo desde el respeto péro no soy de su "palo politico" y esto hace que me menosprecie seguido, mas alla de no darme bola con nada, el otro dia vinieron las autoridades y uno de los temas era mi trabajo como representante institucional para afuera en todos los niveles de gobierno, ni me nombro, no se le ocurrio decir ni mu, tengo una bronca, perdon por lo largo de esto, no tengo ganas de hablar mas con mis amigos y familia, sus respuestas son sobre que injusto es el mundo y que no me lo merezco, que me vaya a otro lado etc etc. yo no quiero guita, yo no quiero fama, quiero que me reconozcan mi laburo, el que creo venir haciendo bien desde hace tanto años... yo no soy ni mileista, ni macrista, ni cristinista, yo soy un tipo que le gusta hacer lo que hace pero que siente que todo se trata de politica de ser del palo o no, estoy en repulsas con esta sociedad de mierda y su funcionamiento pelotudo...gracias por leerme y si alguien esta en una situacion parecida, mi mas sentido pesame, creeme que me gustaria darte la respuesta que yo no puedo obtener sobre como cambiar la situacion.

De repente, empieza a hablar un tal pendejo... que lo empiezan a grabar...
Era el Papa Francisco!, cada que hablan de este pelele... a mi me da risa... porque, cuando alguien no cambia el tema... siguen con este pobre pendejo...
Es una persona relativa a una hermana de mi abuelita, que tiene una nieta, que anda con el, una chiquilla x...
Yo no se ni que pensar... "Personas que viven en la SODOMIA", que la monja, que la otra... etc.. etc... que les habla... que se ven ahi donde anda en las giras, que mantiene orgias... la viejona, apestosa... ay que horror... la otra chiquilla... pareciera eso como cuentos de unas cuarterias... unas vecindades...
Es una cosa horrible...
Hace poco vi el video de The Bluebells - Young at heart... como me dio risa...
Mira esa gente tenia una cafeteria... no un orfanato, ni pertenecen a una institucion de ayuda humanitaria. menos son ministros de una religion...
Yo estoy joven... o ya ni tan joven, pero debes de conducirte con cierta etiqueta, relativa a lo que te gustaria las personas inocentes, opinen de ti... Ni por absolutamente nada del mundo, yo compararia a mi esposa, con las amantes... con mis amigas... y mucho menos le daria a mis hijos ejemplos de consternacion tremendos...
Papa, y esas mujeres que hacen aqui?, "Es que tu mama es Lesbiana... y vienen a visitarle...."
Lesbiana, se les hace la cara... asi como una vajina maquillada, los pomulos... todo su estructura cambia, la morfologia entre lo que piensan, y lo que reflejan por supuesto tiene cambios... la gente.... usualmente por fuera es como son por dentro... y eso es lo que pienso y nada ni nadie me va a cambiar...
Se asocia, con los pobres diablos como este pendejo, como si fueran miembros de una banda de asaltantes, que se van a tomar al mismo bar... se hubieran dedicado a la vida empresarial... no de ministro de una religion, y menos en el Siglo XXI, de la religion catolica... es una mamada, IMPERDONABLE....
YO NO PIENSO PARTICIPAR EN ESTA RELIGION, ESTO ES UNA MALDITA CAGADA CAMINANTE...
POR FAVOR DEJE DE ENGANAR A LA GENTE... PINCHE DEMONIO...
"VIVIR EN LA SODOMIA", eso es una chingadera que no tiene putisima madre... HASTA PARA ESO SON PENDEJOS.
TANTO DESIERTO!

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no entiendo por que reddit no me deja subir esto, ya me lo han eliminado 2 veces XD, copia y pega de lo que escribi :
Necesito ayuda XD, denme un tip o algo, estoy que lloro hahaha... Resulta que yo siempre he usado tapabocas por qué no me gusta mi cara, no estoy deformada o algo, pero igual mi cara mmm es que es una skin muy humilde, hoy salí a la calle sin usarlo por qué quería experimentar no usarlos pues, y poder respirar, y me sentía demasiado incomoda claro... En si cuando agarre mi bus a casa no me sentía tan mal por qué ajá no apareció mi mayor miedo que es que aparezca un grupo de adolescentes y me griten cosas humillantes por fea xD ando súper traumada... Y bueno, me senté al lado de una señora con su hijo que es parece de kinder, y el muy de la nada dijo "Ay no me gusta que está este sentada aqui, por qué se sentó? Además es muy fea" y yo 1, LITERALMENTE MI MIEDO DE AÑOS SE CUMPLIÓ, QUE UNA PERSONA ME HUMILLARA DICIENDO ALGO ASI EN ZONA PÚBLICA AHHH, y yo modo tiesa quedé en shock ni lo mire hacimilando que paso lo que mi mente decía que pasaría en las noches de sobrepensar... Y un rato más tarde el niño vuelve a decir "tu eres muy fea" y yo dije ok, y la mamá no le decía nada de lo que me estaba diciendo la chama no callaba al niño ni nada solo dándole besos y abrazos ay que arrechera... Me siento mal y decepcionada creí que no era tan horrible y pues el niño me dijo lo que los otros callaban y la verdad me siento de la vrga, no sé que hacer. Me da pena salir a la calle yo soy muy sensible, les juro que me costó nacer bonita JSLDJSKAHJS me preguntó que cosas me pasaran desde hoy que me quite el tapaboca después de 4años x"D.
ademas el carajito ese, le pregunto a la madre si el era bonito y la mama dijo si amor, y el le dijo a la mama que ella era muy bonita y despues me senalaba diciendo tu eres muy fea y qu estres... y que ciego el pinche wey ese, la mama estaba peor que yo fisicamente lol