Dear Diary,
This is my last entry. This is my confession. This is where I clear the air and leave my fate to God. To whoever reads this, Father Cole is a liar. He is not who you think he is. He is not who I thought he was. He has never been who anybody thought he was. I shudder at the thought of the poor soul who picks this diary up after today.
I'll begin two years ago, on the day my parents had me confirmed with the bishop. My family was super excited about it. We had lost my younger brother Aiden 6 months prior, and this was one of the ways our family coped. His body was never recovered. I was indifferent about the whole venture. All I wanted was to truly accept forgiveness of the trinity into my life.
I remember the bishop having me lower my head and reciting his words in Latin. He then rubbed the oil on my head, and told me that my faith was finally sealed. I was now a confirmed member of our church, and my family couldn't hold back their tears. Father Cole walked over to me and asked me how I felt. I didn't say anything. He then asked my family to let him and I go into his chambers so he could speak with me privately.
He didn't seem happy. I remember he told me, "I want you to understand that my decision to let this happen was not about you; it was about your family. It was about your duty to your family. Never forget that."
It was almost as if he didn't believe that my faith was genuine. He told me, "If you want me to truly accept His grace into your life and you want me to believe it, I want you to be one of my alter boys. Originally, I was going to take your younger brother in for this honor, but now, in honor of your family, I am bestowing it to you."
I didn't know what to say. So I just looked to the ground. I didn't like anybody talking about Aiden in front of me with my emotional wounds being so fresh. Father didn't care.
"Understood?" He told me. I wasn't in a position to say no, since I was just confirmed. It was like he was holding everything over my head. My brother, my head, my faith, the church. It was just so much at once. I remember leaving his chamber feeling so overwhelmed. I broke down crying. I didn't say a word to anybody for the rest of the night.
I didn't like being an alter boy. I didn't like how it made going to mass a job and chore rather than being a way to make my faith better. Well, Father Cole took a keen interest in me over all of the other alter boys. It drove me crazy. It made me feel uncomfortable.
There was Thomas, Cole, Noah, James, and myself. All of us had a death in the family. Thomas lost his sister, Cole lost his cousin, Noah lost his brother, and James lost his mother. I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence that Father chose alter boys with similar afflictions or if it was because he wanted us to use him as a crutch. I now know it's neither. All of their lost loved ones were never found, either.
Ever had communion wine? I'm not talking about some wafer and grape juice. I'm talking about WINE. Some churches will use whatever wine they can get their hands on to be blessed by their priests. Everyone hated it at our church. They told us that it tasted disgusting and spoiled. Father Cole SWORE up and down that it was just an old vintage that didn't age well, but God would take of our devotion.
I remember setting up for mass, practicing for our ceremony one Saturday evening when I saw Father Cole walking outside behind the church. He went out back behind our cathedral, then back inside holding a bottle. I had always been curious about drinking to get drunk rather than just for communion. So from that day, I saw him go outside to go and get the wine every Saturday we practiced. This went on for months until I finally gathered the courage to try and sneak a bottle.
I asked Father if I could go home early, and he reluctantly allowed me to. I didn't go home. I went out back and hid behind the dumpster in an attempt to see where he went to get the wine. Nobody knew where it was kept, so I had to sneak and watch him. I sat at the dumpster for what felt like an hour until I finally saw Father come out and open a wooden panel behind the cathedral wall. It lead down into a cellar. He came back up with another bottle in his hand. I decided to get back up and walk home. I knew where he kept the wine then.
I turned the corner and was instantly met with the face of my priest. My heart sank to my toes, and he didn't break eye contact with me.
"You think I don't know what you've been planning? Take a walk with me. I'll teach you something about wine."
Father forced me back into his chambers and underneath a desk. He pulled out a bottle, took two glasses out of his drawer, and poured them. He then offered me one. I'm only 13.
"Drink." He said. I didn't say anything again. I've always been quiet and reserved. It drives my mom and dad crazy because they want me to say something and I don't.
"I said DRINK!" He screamed.
My hand jerked. I grabbed the glass and drank the whole thing in one go. It was disgusting. It burned my throat and had a faint taste of pennies.
He poured me another glass and told me to drink. "We will not leave here until we have drank the entire bottle. After that, you can stumble home and tell your parents that you broke into my cellar and stole a bottle of wine."
He poured glass after glass. I couldn't take it anymore. I stumbled out of my chair and threw up on the floor. He made me clean it.
Father Cole was starting to get drunk too. He was slurring his words. I fell to my knees after throwing up and I remember him walking behind me. He... touched me. Somewhere nobody has ever touched me before. Then he stopped.
I finally was able to get back on my feet. He said, "I will make you a deal. I will speak to God on your behalf, and you will not tell your parents what happened tonight. If you do, you will end up just like Aiden."
I was shellshocked. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Did that mean he was going to kill me? Was I going to die just for trying to score a bottle of wine?
I stumbled home and didn't say anything to my parents. I just sat in my bed and cried so hard my stomach hurt. The room kept spinning around me. I couldn't get that awful feeling out of my head, and this overwhelming fear he gave me after that.
The next day at our service, Father Cole gave a sermon about curiosity being a ploy made by Satan to give into temptation. He told the story of a young boy who broke into a wine cellar and drank himself to death.
From then on, Father Cole stopped taking an interest in me. He wouldn't even look at me. Instead, he started getting really close to Thomas. He asked Thomas to do everything for him. I was so scared that Father Cole was going to pull something similar on Thomas. I remembered that deal that he made with me not to tell anybody, so I couldn't tell him what had happened.
No. What I needed was revenge. Maybe I couldn't tell anyone, but if I did something in retaliation, I believed that he would try to cover his tracks; that he wouldn't make a scene about the whole thing.
So tonight, I made the decision to go to alter practice. I didn't say a word to anyone the entire night. We finished our practice and setting up for tomorrow's service. I walked almost all the way home, and then I turned around. I wanted to go inside of the wine cellar. I wanted to break every single bottle that was inside of there.
I arrived at the panel and kicked it in. Inside, a putrid smell instantly hit my nose. I walked down the steps and was greeted by the sight of five corpses inside cauldrons of ice. There were metal containers that contained large syringes and several shelves of half empty bottles of wine.
All of their necks were broken, and it was hard to make out their faces. That was until I walked further into the room. One of the ice cauldrons that were sitting there... was Aiden. My younger brother who had been missing for so long. He looked so decayed. I could see needle marks all over his decaying flesh.
"Did I or did I not tell you that you would end up just like your brother if you told anybody? I thought I made it clear you were to never usurp your boundaries ever again... did I not?"
I turned around. Father Cole was standing in the entrance with a knife. He started edging closer, until he suddenly lunged at me with the knife. He missed and fell into one of the cauldrons. He tried to pick himself back up, but I grabbed one of the bottles off of the shelf and hit him over the head with it. He fell down, almost lifelessly. I hit him again. And again. And again. I just couldn't stop.
I put the bottle down and I ran home. That leads us here. To the end. I now realize what Father Cole had been making us do. He killed someone in our church by strangling them, or breaking their neck. He put them in cauldrons of ice and held them down in his cellar behind the church. He... took one of the young boys from each family and made them his alter boy. Almost as if it was a final trophy. Then he took the communion wine and filled it with their blood. All of those Sundays. We were drinking their blood. We were drinking Aiden's blood. All of those times.
For anyone who reads this, I'm sorry for what I had to do to Father Cole. This is my last entry. This is my confession. This is where I clear the air and leave my fate to God. To whoever reads this, Father Cole was a murderer. He was not who you thought he was. He was not who I thought he was. He has never been who anybody thought he was. I shudder at the thought of the poor soul who picks this diary up after what I did. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, I commend my faith to the one above. Goodbye.

Hi! This might be long. I have two kiddos, a 14 year old daughter and a 9 year old son. Daughter played softball ages 5-8 and wanted to quit so we did. She played soccer 9-12 and wanted to quit, so we did. No biggie, she does band, theater, and is in advanced courses. She has done CC and track. She's really not the most athletic kid, but she does like staying active.
Her 9 y/o brother has recently joined a competitive baseball team. He/we are very into watching baseball and also practice a lot at home. He's having a lot of success with it (and I think she is interested in feeling some of that if I am being completely honest). She did a softball unit in PE this spring and had fun with it. She has started practcing at home with her brother a lot - playing catch, batting off the tee, etc. Recently she has expressed some interest in playing softball again. Of course this was after the rec sign ups has passed already. She brought home softball papers for HS next year. I got her a softball bat and she went to the cages with us last week. She struggles with the mental part of sports - she is a bit of a perfectionist and likes when she's good at things right away so she ends up being hard on herself. She's also old enough to know this isn't a reasonable approach and made the comment after batting in the cages that maybe softball would help teach her some of those lessons, which was nice to hear her say.
Am I setting her up for a hard journey by letting her jump back into it at high school age? Ultimately whatever decision she makes I will support her in just like I do with her brother, I don't ever want her to feel like she doesn't get the same support/opportunities as him. The high school does have a C team she can try out for in the fall. If that didn't work she could do rec the following spring. I am happy to work with her like I do her brother - I enjoy it! But also trying to figure out what's realistic. It seems like kids start when their young and if you don't you kind of miss the boat. I let her know she might have to work through being the "worst" kid on the team and just focus on her own growth instead of comparing. I don't want to put her into an overwhelming situation on top of starting HS.
Anyone have experience doing this yourself or with your daughter? I just want her to be happy and suceed and have fun with it! If you did experience something like this, what are the things we should prioritize working on over the summer?

Basically, I found just the right place on the internet to find 36 questions at a young age, ( like pre-teen young) and both now being older and having dated people and listening to the full musical and I find my view on Judith and Jase have changed drastically changed. So lets start with Jase, at first with my very limited knowledge of the musical and how people can be, I saw him as somebody who was extremely confused and frustated with his life and was being awkward purposefully and compared to now, I feel like my view was very incomplete 😭 Now I see Jase as a man who was lied to but who couldn't move past the fact that Judith had changed for her own life and chose to take it personally after songs such as 'our word' and the audio log inbetween reality and answer 36, however I understand why he's so unsure and distant and hesitant however I don't believe it fully jusifies everything Jase did toward Judith, like the whole kissing her and explaining why she's back in his life. So now onto Judith, I saw her as a horrible person who (no matter how sad her backstory was and to a cerrtain degree relatable to me) could not be redeemed, so fast forward to now and I have listened to the whole musical quite a few times and have digested my thoughts toward Judith more than Jase as thats where my view changed most drastically, I now see Judith as a girl who growing up was more or less given a critical disadvantage in life due to her parents and resorted to the only thing she knew and learned from her parents behaviour wise due to the intense shame and disgrace she felt for the person she had grown up and became. This I sympathise with, however I understand why she didn't come clean until she was basically forced to, she seemed to view admitting herself as Judith Ford as ending everything and ruining her marriage and how happy they were together does this make her actions justified? No defiently not but I understand why she did what she did, however I do feel like she did try to do the right thing by coming clean to Jase by telling him the truth, and that she was trying to work through it however I don't think they ever would've gotten through this, they both needed time apart to grow and mature ( persoanlly I like to believe after the answer 36 song Judith ends up going to therapy and improving mentally) so in sort, I don't see them as black and white good or bad characters, to me they are realistic, I can relate to Judith and Jase, I know people who remind me of them.

So I got started into PRS this year in February, and I love it. I had no idea what to expect going in, and I had grabbed the only gun in my cabinet that was somewhat suitable for the job, an HK MR762, to shoot my first couple matches with.
First off, everyone in the community has been great an exceedingly helpful, which is super nice. On my first match I didn't have a zero stop set, and the guy next to me helped me get that set up during train up, and also let me borrow his garmin chronograph so I could get some actual speeds on my ammo. Before that point, my approach to shooting was always simply send it and pray...
Turns out a .308 out a 16" gas gun travels way slower than the box says haha. Obvious news now, but before that I hadn't really considered why all my shots were off target.
Competing in gas gun was fun, but had some downsides. For one, I was often maybe 1 of 5 competitors in the division, and while the lack of competition meant some pity trophies, it also didn't really drive me to feel like I was competing, more just guilty that I walked away with a trophy when I missed 50% of my shots. I did however manage to ring the 1000 yard target twice in a row with my 16" gas gun in .308 so that's fun.
I've decided to compete next year with a bolt gun, and am working on building a gun with some of the lessons learned from using my gas gun. Here is my current wish list, let me know if anyone has other recommendations!
Barrel: barrel length and thickness matters quite a bit. My 16" barrel with a thin profile might cut it for 500 yards, but it was really reaching at 1000. I absolutely want at least a 22" barrel, or longer.
Caliber: .308 packs a heck of a punch. I am a fairly pathetic weak human being, and I found I had a lot of trouble keeping the gun on target, and I would flinch terribly after a few shots. .308 also tended to start dropping like a rock after about 700m, which I may also attribute to my barrel, but the 6.5CM bolt gun a guy let me try shot very very nicely, and had a great bullet trajectory. So I think I'll probably aim for 6.5CM
Muzzle: My gas gun had a flash hider on it, while the bolt gun I tried had a muzzle brake, and wow does a muzzle brake make a difference in being able to keep eyes on target to see hits/misses. I will absolutely be adding a brake to my next gun.
Adjustable cheek rest. My gas gun has a cheek rest, but it's very poor and slippery. I wasted a lot of time getting behind the gun perfectly and trying to get my eye to line up in the scope, and I think a cheek riser that matched my face would have made a world of difference.
Scope, less is more: I threw the biggest meanest scope I had on my gas gun for PRS, which was a 2.5-20 nightforce, and I found that most of the time I was sitting at around 15 power instead. With max magnification I had trouble aquiring the targets down range quickly. The issue was that the reticle was still a little small to see with my eyes, and I think that if I had a 3-15 power that let me zoom to the level I use, while also giving the largest reticle, I would have had an easier time. I think vortex has a pst II 3-15 blemished store model that is on sale right now locally, I was eyeing up.
Easy to use magazines. I don't know if anyone has used HK magazines, but they're big, bulky, very square, and require precise movement to actually seat in the gun. There were at least 2 times where if the magazine were easier to use, I would have saved substantial time. I want a magazine of at least 5 rounds, that goes in easily without fiddling about.
A quality heavy bipod. I have a harris bipod on my mr762, which I have nicknamed the finger pincher. It is an OK bipod, but it only deploys in a single position, is a terrible pinch hazard, and I find the legs difficult to adjust quickly. I would like my next gun to have something like an atlas bipod that can be run at 45 degree increments, or other sturdy bipod that doesn't run the risk of smashing my fingers.
A squishy butt plate. As noted previously, I am a wimp. Firing .308 from the HK leaves marks on my shoulder, and it has a very hard rubber end pad that is maybe .25" thick. I'd love to have a nice squishy rubber butt pad so that I stop bruising.
A good trigger. People always kept telling me that I would regret the trigger on the MR762, and I didn't really understand at first but I do now. I think the MR762 is a great jack of all trades gun, which is what I got it for, but it is not a good precision gun. The trigger is at about 7lbs, and I was never 100% sure when it was going to go bang. I think this lead to me pulling a lot of my shots, and I'd really like a trigger around 2lbs or less that has minimal "squish" before going bang. I did not have good control over knowing when the mr762 would fire, and that really hurt shots past 600m or so.
I would ideally like to accomplish all this for 2,000 USD or under, but that may be asking quite a bit haha. I'm thankful for the community letting me borrow their toys so that I could figure this all out on my journey.
All in all I've had an absolute blast so far, I just realize that if I want to be competitive, at the bare minimim I need a rifle with these features, and a chronograph so I can make sure I'm putting accurate speeds into my ballistic app. Does all this sound reasonable?

My partner (27m) and I (28f) have been together for two years. We met after a huge mental health event (SI) when I was discovered to have a rare condition that causes tumors to develop on certain organs when stressed. Crazy, but he truly showed up as my knight in shingling armor. He has valiantly been the main bread winner as I recovered and learned to live with these new circumstances. I’m beyond grateful for and aware of the sacrifices he has made in his life for us to be be together, so when he learned about an opportunity for his dream job in another state, I immediately agreed that he should take it. Since I don’t work, I wanted him to have the chance for a better quality of life after caring for me for so long. He is truly a giver and my health has prevented him from taking important steps in his life. He would never leave me behind and I wanted to support him to the upmost of my ability.
I knew immediately that the large and infamously violent city we would be moving to would be an uphill battle for me, but I was determined to overcome that and focus on starting an even better life together. When we arrived things were rough, but the city has really started to embraced him. His new job is amazing, the people are kind, hours and pay good, environment great and he’s finally doing the work he always wanted to. He loves the city, socializing with friends and attending events. He’s been able to look past the rough start happily and talks about our future here with eager excitement- progressing at his job, engagement, buying a house (all things we have been planning to do) in this new city. I’m so happy for him to get what he wants now.
However… I’m really struggling. Organizing and executing our move while he worked was exhausting for me. On arrival several unforeseen en events caused us to move again within the city, exposing me to worse and worse party’s of the city. My environment highly impacts my ability to function every day, and the stress of apting has started to manifest in physical symptoms. I have started feeling the warning signs that I’m entering instability mental health wise, and have openly communicated that with him but… he is SO happy here. I refuse to ruin this for him.
He feels terrible that I have been struggling and hates seeing me feel this way. He actively does whatever he can to make this easier for me, and I know that if I ever came to him and asked to leave behind this place and job, he would do it no question. Between his happiness or mine, he would chose mine. Therefore, I refuse to ever ask him to leave. I will never ask him to give up this job and happiness for me after putting my needs first for so long. In the battle between maintaining my mental stability and him achieving his dreams, it’s his turn to come first.

I (male) am at the place in my life where I am financially stable, own my own home, workout regularly, dress nicely and can communicate properly with women. It took many years to get to this point, and I had many ups and downs. But through discipline and determination I fixed many issues that I experienced since childhood.
I experience allot more romantic attention from females around me nowadays. I think I am ready to start dating women again. The last relationship I had was 5 years ago however, so I am a little bit rusty.
But at this stage there are several women into me, which should make me happy since I finally can chose the best possible partner. Unfortunatly, it gives me allot of anxiety.
I feel stressed, anxiety and bodily tension thinking about these women. I might be scared of:

• Making the wrong decision in choosing a partner
  
• Emotionally bonding with a partner
  
• Women and love in general
  
• To reject women that are into me
  

I remember crying years ago, when I rejected a girl who was into me. This is probably trauma related since I've lacked motherly love in my youth and I have trust issues with my mom still years later.
How should I move forward?
P.S. I am not into hookups or onenight stands etc. My main focus is to find a women to marry and create a family.
Thanks in advance.

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“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. You do not want to be here. When the school day is over, and you go back home to your nice warm bed with your mommy and daddy asleep in the next room, I’m going to be in the bottom bunk of my cell, making my cellmate my bottom bitch. Ain’t that right, Ray?”
“Yessir.”
“When you come in here and you make this place your home, believe me, the streets are going to feel like heaven on earth in comparison. Ain’t that right, Ray?”
“Yessir…”
“Control yourselves, children. Or it won’t be Warden Fitzpatrick that you’ll be answering to. You’ll be dealing with me, and me exclusively.”
[The two convicts leave, Ray holding the other prisoner’s pocket as they go. The next convict enters. The class is silent. Warden Fitzpatrick begins to introduce him as the convict stands there in the middle of the room; huge, unmoving, unblinking.]
“You don’t like our next teacher, do you? This man is the stuff of nightmares. He feeds on children and men alike, and that’s why he’s mine. By the time this class is over, you’re going to understand the meaning of penance, and what pain really feels like. Understand the next few words that I’m about to say like they’ll save your life, because they will. You do not want to end up like him... Go.”
[The convict lifts his gaze over the room of adolescents, scanning from left to right. His scraggly brown beard hides his mouth as much as his overgrown brows conceal his eyes. Finally, he points, seemingly at random, towards a young boy in the front row, who is clearly already about to burst into tears.]
“You.”
“Me?..”
“Get up here.”
[The child unwillingly stands on tentative, shaky legs and begins to make his way towards the front of the room. He was assigned to this program for stealing ten dollars from his mother’s wallet.]
“How do you feel right now?”
[The convict addresses the boy directly, stooping to look into his eyes. His tone is vaguely accusatory in nature]
“I… I don’t know… I…”
[The convict grips the boy by his shirt sleeves, guards begin to move in but are halted by Warden Fitzpatrick.]
“Well, you better know. You better. The world is a nasty fucking viper pit and you are in the belly of it. Your mommy doesn’t love you. Your daddy doesn’t love you. Everything you’ve ever believed in is built on lies.”
[Convict releases boy, who begins to cry. Convict stands and turns to rest of class. Fitzpatrick smiles.]
“Life is hell. And you’ll understand what hell means once I get into you. I’ve killed men, and I’ve killed little boys like you, too. Do you know how easy it is for a forty-year-old man to crush a scrawny fucking neck like yours?”
[Convict approaches different boy in front row, boy begins to shake.]
“I could tear you away from this life quicker than Warden Fucko could grab his tiny, little pecker.”
“Hey!”
[Warden Fitzpatrick motions for guards to restrain convict. Convict laughs.]
“You scared, kids! You REAL scared? I fuckin’ hope so!”
[Guards begin to restrain convict, but are impeded and reduced to the fetal position as convict starts chanting. Children are equally as powerless, as well as Warden Fitzpatrick.]
“How do you feel, huh? Who’s crazy now, you stupid motherfucker… I can taste your fear…”
[Convict positions hand into rigid claw-like posture and plunges fingers into Warden Fitzpatrick’s eyes; goes on to do the same to each incapacitated body in the room. By the time more guards enter, convict is described in basic terms as ‘incorporeal’, disappearing from view of the intruding riot team in a ‘mist of dark red smoke’.]
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TL;DR at the bottom.
Hello Everyone,
Long time lurker, first time poster.
Let me start by saying how much this community means to me. Every time someone has posted about their weight loss journey, I can understand their struggles and their feelings. I feel seen without ever having posted anything about myself. I feel heard without having reached out. The happiness and the motivation I get when someone accomplished their goals is something that I cannot express through words. This community has given me warmth to my heart and soul. I truly love you all ❤️
End of cheesy but true outpour of love.
Now coming to the point.
I (26F) has always been fat. I have never been perceived as thin or even average. Always the "Big girl"
Not a day has passed by without me thinking about weight loss.
It wasn't just thoughts either. I have taken action. I have worked out and I have tried intermittent fasting and I was quite consistent with both.
But the problem was, I am an emotional eater. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad. I eat when I am angry. Hell, I eat when I'm ashamed of how much I eat. I can never control my portions nor the sugar intake.
I even gave up at some point. What with the stretch marks and the unavoidable lose skin, I'm never gonna feel good even when I lose weight. What's the point in struggling?
But the beginning of this month, a thought slowly started bugging me. My 27th birthday is coming up in August. Am I healthy enough to grow older comfortably? or at least without struggling too much..
Don't ask me if I have never thought about my health before. Let's just say that I was in denial about how much my weight and my body fat percentage would affect my wellbeing. I couldn't shake this thought off. So I did something that I have been dreading for a long time. I had a full body health check up.
And my worst fear came true. It's now or never. My body was I dire need of attention.
Seeing the proof changed something in me. I'm going to prioritize my health now. I'm doing this for myself and not for outside validation. I can do it. Most importantly, I want to do it.
Here are my current body pictures, the check up results and my smart scale measurement - The three signs for me to change myself.
TL ; DR - The reason I'm starting again is because I had a full body health check and the results gave me a reality check

I wrote a post yesterday about an embarrassing situation that happened between my wife's best friend who is currently staying at our house. I was not sure how to bring it up to my wife and you guys really helped me a lot in understanding the urgency of telling my wife. I also got some cool ideas on how to bring up the subject without making it awkward for anyone. For everyone saying Ana was doing it on purpose, I did not agree with it as I am an extremely average looking person and woman don't chase me. However, things since last night have been just crazy and I think I am spiraling a bit. Sorry for the long post.
So, I decided to tell my wife last night as soon as she came home about the incident. I liked the idea of jokingly bringing up casually so that we both can laugh about it and then forget it. Last night, when my wife came home, I made sure I stayed in our bedroom. I asked Ana if she could stay with my kid downstairs. As my wife was changing, I asked her if Ana still borrow her clothes. Ana had to borrow them regularly when she first moved (long story). My wife told me yes and she has told Ana she can take anything from her closet if she needs it. I asked my wife if Ana told her about the funny incident from Friday. My wife said no, and I told her the whole story about how I came home early, and Ana came in the room almost naked to get her clothes, and how embarrassing it was for both of us.
As my wife was listening to this, she completely froze and turned pale. She started murmuring in Spanish (which is her and Ana's native language). I don't understand Spanish really well, but I understood the words "hombre casado" and "orta vez". I asked her if she is ok, and she sat next to me and asked me to explain everything in detail. I just told her it was nothing and she must have not heard me coming in. I was trying to laugh it off, but my wife had water in her eyes. I kept on telling her it was not a big deal, but she kept on asking me for more details. She asked me how Ana talks to me. I told her that Ana barely talks to me since she moved in except few words here and there.
My wife then asked me about few weeks ago when my wife had gone to visit her parents for four days. Ana did not want to go with her and stayed back. I told her that Ana was just acting normal. She or I would cook dinner after I got home from work while the other took care of the kid. The only thing different was Ana generally spending her evening in her room. However, when I was sitting in the living room watching TV after the kids slept, Ana came and sat on the sofa next to me but did not talk to me. I asked her if she wants me to change the channel or stream something she likes, and she just said she wanted to get out of her room. However, she did not flirt with me or do anything unusual. I kept on telling my wife that it was just an accident, and I really did not understand why she reacted so emotionally to it. My wife refused to answer and just said ok and agreed with me. However, she told me I should have told her about the incident sooner and should not keep any secrets from her and gave me a big lecture. I told her that I did not think it was a big deal and thought Ana would tell her, but glad I brought it up.
After dinner, my wife messaged Ana to join us, and she came out. While talking, my wife brought up the incident and told Ana that I mentioned about the incident, and she does not need to feel embarrassed. Such things happen when we are all in the same house and is not a big deal. Ana was firstly taken by surprise, but then told my wife she was just scared to tell her because she thought my wife would judge her because of her past. My wife gave her a stare, and she quickly changed the topic.
At night, I asked my wife what the hell was going on. I told her to please not keep any secrets from me, and if she does not tell me, I will directly ask Ana about what her past has got to do with anything. My first guess was Ana might have had a thing for me before we got married or something. But my wife was very reluctant to answer and kept on trying to change the subject and cuddle. However, I kept being persistent, and she finally spilled the beans.
Apparently, when Ana was in her early 20s, she was in relationship with a married coworker who was twice her age. It was a kind of sugar daddy relationship, and he told her that he was in an open relationship (or that's what Ana told my wife) and he would leave his wife in few years once the kids go to college. This makes sense now, because Ana is very pretty (like Miss USA level) and I never understood why she was single for most of the time I knew her. She eventually ended that relationship and started dating her boyfriend Jim, who turned out to be an abusive asshole. My wife said she suspects Ana was still involved with the older guy while in relationship with Jim, which explains why he kept on accusing her of cheating. That is why my wife became emotional when I told her what Ana did because she was worried Ana has no boundaries regarding married men. My wife said that Ana always looks up to us and praises me for being such a loyal partner and how lucky my wife is. My wife was a worried initially when she brought Ana home, but her actions from the time when my wife was away clearly show that she respects the boundaries, and it must have been an accident. My wife told me she is grateful I let Ana live in our house and observe what a healthy and happy marriage looks like.
Today morning was even more weird. I got up early as I could not sleep well and went down for a cup of coffee. After 5 minutes Ana walked into the kitchen and told me she was relieved my wife did not overreact to Friday incident. She said I am a good husband and gave me a hug and peck on the cheeks. She has never hugged me in the last 6 months. She seemed to be in a happy mood and was making small talk with me while having coffee.
I cannot believe my wife did not tell me such a huge detail about Ana for all these years. It's completely possible she cheated all through the relationship with Jim, and my wife is just covering for her all along. She even kept it a secret from me (after giving me a lecture about how we should never have secrets), and I don't know what else she is hiding. Everything just seems very confusing at this point. I feel angry at my wife for lying to me all these years for Ana. I also now see Ana differently. I am also worried that me trivializing the incident to my wife might have sent wrong signals to Ana.

One day, in the folds of time, a person was born in the city of Marrakesh. They all had many brothers, and they were poor and their condition was miserable and extremely poor. This person, whose name was Ibrahim, worked the entire summer to buy school supplies for the next year, and if his shoes were torn, Or he sewed his clothes, but he had no shoes, so his clothes were worn out and old. Ibrahim’s father was in the service, so he was absent from the house, not being with his family much. Days passed and Ibrahim grew up, so his father gave him two choices: either to go to the Education Academy to study and graduate as a professor, or to enter the service. The military, and this choice was not recommended by the father, Ibrahim, because he did not want his son to go through a difficult experience like him, but Ibrahim had an opinion and was very stubborn, so he chose military service, so he went, and after a few years he graduated with the rank of colonel, and at that time his mother proposed to him, a girl from the neighborhood in which he They lived in it, and at that time he married a son, and after that she became pregnant and they had a son, a male, and they named him Muhammad, and from here our story will begin. Muhammad was an ordinary child, and he studied well and excelled in his studies. He always went to the mosque in order to memorize the Qur’an, and he was not an honest, trustworthy child with good morals. He respected people and never insulted anyone. He was a pure and pure child. As the years passed, Muhammad grew up and took the baccalaureate degree. And all these years, Muhammad was influenced by the Islamic conquests and the personality of the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, and the Companions, may God be pleased with them, especially Omar ibn Al-Khattab and Ali bin Abi Talib, so he devoted himself to reading the biography of the Prophet and watching videos whose topics were Islam. The important thing is that we go back and said that Muhammad reached the age of 18 and did not find in Morocco job opportunities or even a good position, so he decided to immigrate to America like other young people, so he was registered in the American lottery and after a few months had passed. Acceptance came to him, and he was very happy because he would find a decent living and a decent life. But in reality, there is something else. The important thing is that Muhammad collected all the documents he would need and applied for the visa. Before and after that, he collected his beliefs and booked the plane ticket. On the night of the flight, he was so excited that he did not sleep a lot, and in the morning. He went to the airport, his parents said goodbye to him, and he went to the plane, and after hours he found himself in America, and the reality was something else. There were many racists, and they always insulted him with the name Muhammad because he idolized the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, and they even called the Messenger lustful, and he married Aisha for 6 years. And God forbid, as they curse the honorable companions, may God be pleased with them. The important thing is that Muhammad completed his studies in America and obtained several certificates, so he submitted his application to enter the police because he had just obtained American citizenship. The important thing is that he submitted his application and they approved it, so he took the written and physical test and passed it, so he passed them, and now Muhammad has become An official policeman for the state of Chicago, Muhammad was sincere in his work and dedicated to it. He always did not accept bribery and punished criminals severely. Years passed and Muhammad rose in his position and became in the anti-gang department. He became the one carrying out executions and began killing and exterminating everyone. Killer gangs because the state gives him the decision to kill them because they incite fear in people, kill them, and rape their daughters. Muhammad killed, or rather executed, thousands of people, and he exterminated hundreds of gangs from existence, and all the criminals feared him and were afraid to even mention his important name. Hours passed, and one day of the daysOne day, Muhammad found a volume containing the story of the revolution and the Soviet Union. He read it all and was influenced by revolutionary thought. He began to imagine himself as the king of the world, and he was one of the most supportive of the Palestinian cause. They always sent thousands of dollars to Palestinian associations, and Muhammad was stable even though he was stable. In America, but he hates its corrupt regime and the racism towards foreigners that is abundant in it, so Muhammad decided to go to Russia in order to settle there and submitted his application to Russian intelligence and gave up his service in America, but he still possessed American citizenship. The important thing is that Muhammad worked in Russian intelligence and began every day. It is getting more and more popular and everyone loves it until one day there was a parade for President Vladimir Putin And then Muhammad met President Putin, and Putin liked Muhammad’s personality and the way he treated and respected him, so he decided to hire him as his bodyguard, and Muhammad was very happy with this news. The next day, he started working with the president, and he accompanied him wherever he went. The president was subjected to a series of assassination attempts, and Muhammad was always He was his savior. Meanwhile, Muhammad became a loyal friend of Putin and became Vice President. One day, Putin became seriously ill, and when he was on his deathbed, he said goodbye to Muhammad. Muhammad was very affected by his death, but he moved forward and now he has become the President of the Republic of Russia, so it began. His ambitions to reshape the Soviet Union, so he began to forcefully occupy the countries that were on his side. He did not kill innocent people or women. He implemented the commandments of the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, to the letter. At this time, America began to threaten Muhammad that it would occupy Russia and destroy it. Muhammad was aware of this matter and was He planned in advance, as he intended to obey America and eliminate it, and the opportunity came to him. He restored the Soviet Union a hundred times stronger and stronger than it was during the era of Stalin and the other leaders. He only developed the nuclear arsenal and developed advanced weapons, and at this time Muhammad brought his father because He had experience in the army and gave him the position of first commander of the army staff, so his father trained the armyHis father was very strict, and he trained the soldiers very hard, and this would benefit them later. Muhammad also gave his grandfather the position of the chief president of all the central banks in the Soviet Union. He was the state’s accountant. All of the revenues of the Soviet Union passed through Muhammad’s grandfather. He also gave his great uncle the position of governor. He was in charge of all the car factories in the country, so he was in charge of all the car factories and all the companies. He was the president of them and the first factory because he had experience. He also entrusted him with the tasks of building power plants and manufacturing high-precision surveillance cameras. Muhammad gave his middle uncle the position of president of the iron and aluminum mining companies. All types of metal. He also gave his younger uncle the head of the taxi unions, as he is responsible for companies and all taxis and driving licenses for taxis, as well as their taxes. Muhammad also gave his younger uncle the position of head of the Ministry of Education and responsible for all schools in the country, as well as the head of the professors’ body. As he is responsible for the education and study sector, Muhammad also gave his great uncle the position of head of the body of lawyers, judges and courts in the state because his great uncle had more than 20 years of experience in the field. Muhammad also gave his other grandfather the position of head of arms manufacturing and export companies because his grandfather also had In military service, he had a lot of experience in questions, because this is all his specialty in politics Thanks to these positions that he gave to some members of his family, each of whom had great experience in the field in which he specialized, which helped the Soviet Union develop greatly and become stronger and stronger. At that time, Muhammad consulted his Soviet advisors and his father in his capacity as Supreme Commander. And the highest ranks of the army, intelligence, and security in the country. Ibrahim, Muhammad’s father, was the second most important authority in the country after his son Muhammad. The important thing is that after the long Shura period, Muhammad took the appropriate decision, so he bombed Washington, D.C., with a large nuclear bomb, which led to the erasure of Washington from the map and the destruction of the White House, so America rose. He responded with a nuclear missile, but Ibrahim, Muhammad's father, was able to dismantle it, repel it, and turn it towards America. From here, a fierce battle began between the Soviet Union and the United States of America. In the end, the Soviet Union was able to overthrow and eliminate America. It also occupied Canada and South America and brought it back. Alaska to Soviet ruleThe Soviet Union seized all the wealth of North and South America, and even Canada, and annexed them to the Soviet Union. Muhammad rebuilt America on the Soviet system, and even Canada and Brazil. The power of the Soviet Union increased 1,000 times, and the Soviet Union became the most powerful country in the world. Muhammad’s ambitions increased, so he occupied North Korea. He eliminated President Kim Jong-un and also occupied South Korea, Japan, and China. The thing that distinguished Muhammad was not killing innocent people. He only killed those participating in the war, and when he occupied the country, he rebuilt it and employed its citizens with a better salary than they had been, so everyone saluted him. There were also those who hated him, but they were very few. The important thing is that the Soviet Union became from the Republic of Russia to the most powerful country in history. Muhammad also liberated Palestine and gathered all the lions of the world and burned them, slaughtered them, and exterminated them from the globe. Only Muhammad eliminated all the Jews and it was Palestine. It was filled with ululations and joy at her liberation, and all the people were chanting the name Muhammad Muhammad and calling him Muhammad the Savior. Meanwhile, the grandfather of the first and second Muhammad died of old age, so Muhammad became very sad for them. At the funeral, someone poisoned Muhammad’s food with the most severe type of poison, and when he ate it, he choked and died. He almost died, but when he came out of the coma, the doctor told him while he was crying, “The poison has spread through your body, my lord Muhammad. You have only a few days left of your life.” Muhammad began to cry, but he was patient. Then Muhammad made his farewell conference in which he gave a speech and advised the people. When he dies, the rule will pass to his father, and when his father dies, it will pass to his great uncle, and this sequence will remainAfter a few days, Muhammad died and was buried in a grave of gold and diamonds. He became the most important figure in the world, so people began to visit him from all parts of the Soviet Union and even from the Arab countries. Millions of people visited him daily. As for him, when he died, power passed to him and he ruled with justice. Here the story of Muhammad has ended and has been folded between the pages of the past I forgot to mention that Muhammad was fighting with the soldiers, but he was covering his face with a mask so that the opponents would not recognize him and focus on him to kill him. If the president was killed, the Soviet Union would collapse. Muhammad was fighting with the soldiers and killing a lot of the enemy. He and his father were fighting, even though his father He was old, but he was stronger than Muhammad himself. Muhammad’s father was fighting 10 soldiers at the same time and killing them. Muhammad also occupied France, demolished the Eiffel Tower, and occupied almost all of Europe. Muhammad donated billions of dollars to Palestine until Palestine became very advanced and became a more ornate city. Muhammad also occupied Iran and exterminated the extremist Shiites. The one who poisoned Muhammad was a black man from Ethiopia, and the soldiers shot him dead when Muhammad died.Also, Muhammad could also have eliminated Morocco and wiped it from the map, but Muhammad did not want to do that out of respect for the Almoravids, Almohads, and Idrisids. When Muhammad died, power passed to his father and he began to rule the world. Muhammad’s tomb, built of pure gold and all precious stones, became a place of pilgrimage for millions of people every day, to the point that airports were filled with people and thousands of people were lining up in queues to obtain a visa. There were also thousands of people in the street chanting the name of Muhammad the Leader. The great and even they are queuing up to go to the Soviet capital, as there are people from far away places in the world such as Australia who go to the Soviet capital to visit the grave of Muhammad, and he was the most important and holiest person in the world after the Prophet Muhammad. And his companions, I am talking about his military clothes and weapons, all of them were sold for millions of dollars to Arab museums. As for the Soviet museums, they contain Muhammad’s necklace and his favorite weapon, and even the Soviet museum is crowded with people every day just to see its antiquities. Mohammed. Everyone loved him, so Muhammad became the second legend that history will not repeat. The first legend is the Prophet MuhammadWhen Muhammad died, they wrapped him in very advanced materials to prevent his body from decomposing. Muhammad's body did not decompose, but remained as it was. One of the materials used to preserve Muhammad's body was formalin, so Muhammad's body remained intact throughout the years.There are also some very wealthy Arabs who wanted to move Muhammad’s grave from the Soviet Union to Mecca in order to increase the state’s economy, but the entire world, billions of people, categorically refused, whether from within the Soviet Union or from outside it, and they wanted to buy his body for billions of dollars, but the entire world categorically refused. A wave of anger has erupted against Saudi Arabia because of this, because a person like Muhammad cannot be violated and his grave opened When Muhammad's father, Ibrahim, assumed power, and due to his old age, he was 61 years old. He found many difficulties because he found himself facing a great challenge in front of him, ruling millions of people. The Soviet Union, during Muhammad's era, was at the height of its power. He had sat on the throne of the most powerful country in history. Only the area of the Soviet Union was estimated at 400 million kilometers, so Ibrahim had to make a lot of effort, and in some of the Union’s colonies, some civil wars broke out between supporters of Muhammad and his supporters and among those who hated him, as most of those who hated Muhammad were from Central Europe, from the Greek islands and elsewhere. Next to it was the leader of the movement named Johann Gospiel. The latter sought revenge on Muhammad’s followers, and they all wanted to kill Ibrahim and destroy the Soviet Union. He was very hateful, and events will show you why the latter was so hateful of Muhammad and the main family. We will go back in time a little to when Muhammad committed mischief. America and occupied North and South Korea. His ambitions began in Europe, and he started with Italy, so he overthrew it, even though he respected Mussolini, the Italian fascist leader, but Muhammad’s ambitions were to occupy all of Europe, so he occupied Italy, eliminated its leader, and demolished all the ancient Roman idols and gods, and when he headed to occupy the Vatican. Muhammad remembered the words of the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, at the sign of the Hour, that in the Vatican there is the staff of Moses and the Thapoth of the Covenant, according to what the commentators and hadith scholars say, so Muhammad retreated.With his army, he went to occupy Greece and wanted to destroy Athens. He met the other army, headed by Johann Gaspiel's brother, called Nicholas Gaspiel. The two armies faced each other. Nicholas' army consisted of 45,000 tanks, a fleet of planes, and 980,000 soldiers, while Muhammad had 60,000 tanks. 2 million soldiers, and the two armies faced each other at the famous Evros River in Greece. The war began, and it was so bloody that the Evros River was filled to the brim with corpses and its color became red with blood. Muhammad was killing the enemies, and his father Ibrahim was also fighting, as he was 51 years old and he was very strong. Stronger than Muhammad himself. The important thing was that Muhammad was fighting. He tore off his mask. Nicholas the commander saw him and said: Here you are, Muhammad. I swear to Zeus, Poseidon, and Athena that you will not survive today. Medusa's curse will fall on you. Today I will hang your head before the gods. Muhammad did not answer him verbally, so his response was to arrest him, cut off his head, and hang his body on a treeThey continued fighting for several hours, and Muhammad was able to eliminate the entire army and occupied Greece at five in the morning. He prayed dawn in the city and began his entry with the soldiers. 200,000 soldiers had died in the war. Muhammad made a broadcast on television and consoled all the families and gave them a salary. For life and huge sums of money. The important thing is that Muhammad passed by the fields and saw some peasants. When they saw him, one of them called out and said, “Where is Muhammad?” Muhammad said to him, “Here is Muhammad.” The man came to him and hugged him and said, “O Muhammad, we have been saved from a tyrant who was torturing us and making our lives miserable.” Nicholas Gaspiel) and gave Muhammad some apples and lemons, so Muhammad bought 300 cows from him and the soldiers slaughtered them, so they ate until their stomachs were full and they slept that night while Muhammad was standing praying. This is just going back in time to explain to you why Johann Gaspial hates Muhammad.Johann Gaspel was telling his experience when he saw Muhammad and saying when Muhammad conquered all of Greece, and the people were chanting his name. I said that Muhammad was not killing ordinary citizens and women because he was carrying out the orders of the Prophet Muhammad and his law of war. Johan Gaspel was 12 years old. He said: “I saw large crowds chanting the name of Muhammad, then I was looking out the window, and suddenly I saw Muhammad passing in front of me and hundreds of thousands of people.” Behind him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers armed with the most modern weapons in the world. He said that Muhammad was strong, broad-chested, not more than 180 centimeters tall, and had a black beard, black hair, and brown eyes. Dark brown, and when Johann saw him, he felt an unusual tremor and said that Muhammad was a person that everyone feared
This is a fictional story written by me. Give me your opinion in the comments

I was dirty bulking there for a while, I couldn't really afford the high quality meats that I so much enjoy due to being out of work. So I had to eat bs carbohydrates and I just felt like crap, bulking sucks so much, it worked though, I built a good amount of muscle while including creatine in my diet. And I decided now is the time to start the cut. I'm so happy to be working again and I'll be cutting until September, strictly carnivore to be precise, boring but well worth it. I go to the gym religiously, every other day sometimes miss a few days, I'll start losing my mind. Developed an addiction to it lol. Discipline is the best. And I know eating strictly meat will help with that.
I felt the best on carnivore in the past and I'm happy to be back on it. Now for the questions
Who goes to the gym and what is your experience with carnivore and pumping iron? Natty only
How long did your pooping jet black last? (personal question I know) but I have had the experience in the past and it's wild lol
Do you implement a 16/8 fast or OMAD on your carnivore diet?
Is it true that carnivore helps the organs? Like hepatic steatosis, cirrhosis, kidney damage etc. I have a fatty liver but I noticed hitting the gym a lot has helped with the pain I used to feel in my abdominal area, its my gallbladder and I got polyps, doc wants to look at that again here in 5 months make sure they aren't growing, she's highly interested in seeing what carnivore will do for my body.
I know it's a lot of questions but I like to hear people's experience and stories on how it helped them, just like I like to see people's workouts at the gym and implement them into my routine.

Right now is finals week I (M 16) am in the 10th grade and have to submit a 6 page argumentative essay on pre-accepted topics for my English Final. I have so far submitted 3 separate essays that have all been pre-approved topics and each of them a different topic. However everytime I fully complete the essay, regulations, rough draft, and etc, all keep getting denied by my English teacher due to her saying "I did not approve of this topic and you will need to pick another"
She has blocked all past assignments until I complete the final which so far she has denied every single time for no valid reason so I can't get my grade up by making up past assignments I have missed. This was the third time she denied it and I have had enough, I emailed her this message "Hello Mrs _____ this is ______ from your 5th period English 10 class and I am going to be very blunt with you, I am no longer going to be participating in your class and will no longer be doing any assignment or task you assign to me, you have deliberately wasted my time and energy bring a asshole towards me and deliberately trying to fail me, you have rejected my essays 3 times now and you continue to tell me that they are of topics you did not allow, however I have looked at every email you sent before hand and you have provided those topics so we can do them I will also be speaking with the principal about your shitty conduct against me, finally I and happy to say, fuck you."
So am I the asshole?

A couple of years ago I landed on the perfect chocolate cake recipe - great flavor, light, easy to make. (Chocolate Olive Oil Cake - Melissa Clark there’s a non paywall recipe here, it’s fantastic https://static1.squarespace.com/static/59b9b4d8197aea401322fd78/t/644ad2efed4bb013763e9253/1682625263602/Chocolate+Olive+Oil+Cake+Recipe+-+NYT+Cooking.pdf). This was an enormous, runaway hit with my family. They raved and raved about it.
Sift powdered sugar on top or a simple cream cheese frosting (mix 1 stick butter, 1 stick cream cheese, splash of vanilla, 1 C powdered sugar until smooth) and you’re done. You’ll have the greatest simple cake for any occasion. Birthdays, sick days, friends visiting. Whatever. Made one this week for the day after Mother’s Day as a “We Think You’re Amazing Every Day” after-work surprise. Too easy. Instant hero, you’re welcome.
You can stop here, enjoy the cake!
So I’ve had this cake on lock for about two years. I’ve tested it against the fabled “Duncan Hines mix + 1 extra egg + homemade icing” hack - it destroys that cardboard tasting abomination. I’ve subbed in coconut oil in a pinch - worked fine. I’ve layered it once into a massive Great British Baking Show fantasia - still a hit.
I made this cake too much. I was so preoccupied with whether or not I could that I didn’t stop to think if I should. There was a month when I made it 4-5 times. Cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My family asked me to stop, lol. Too much of a good thing. It wasn’t special anymore. So I put in on pause and just brought it back this week. This magical cake, which was such a hit, got CRITICIZED! The icing, it’s been decided, is just not working. Too rich for some, not quite the right flavor for others. Could be better.
So I’m researching buttercream frosting with lemon/orange zest flavorings. I’ll rise to the challenge and probably for Father’s Day bring out the upgraded version. But there’s a lesson here about familiarity and tastes that change over time. How the magical eventually becomes the mundane. And, maybe, about how your family can nudge you to be slightly better than before, even if you assumed you’re totally killing it in whatever task it is.
A younger me would have been upset at the change, but you know what? I love this cake and I’m determined to bring it back to its glorious status for all of us. I can’t force anyone to like it, but I can try to meet the interests of the people I make it for. They’re worth the effort and so is the cake.

⁷I do not know the thing I am, and therefore do not know what I am doing, where I am, or how to look upon the world or on myself.(ACIM, T-31.V.17:5-9)

⁸Yet in this learning is salvation born. ⁹And What you are will tell you of Itself.
Where there is no separation and no division, there is no sickness. (ACIM, T-11.VIII.10:1)

• ³Sickness is a retreat - from others and a shutting off of joining.
• Sickness is isolation - reenacting the separation and keep the mind in solitary prison
• sickness comes from confusing the levels. (ACIM, T-1.I.23:2) (ACIM, T-2.IV.2:2)

The world obeys the laws that sickness serves, but healing operates apart from them.

⁶The sick heal themselves, for the truth is there already. (ACIM, T-12.II.1:6-7)

• Healing is freedom.
• ³Healing is shared.
• ⁵Healing is strength.
• Healing, forgiveness,

Yet having obscured it, the light in another mind must shine into theirs because that light is also theirs. (ACIM, T-12.II.1:6-7)

What Could Go Wrong?

Peace will encounter many obstacles extending from deep inside yourself to embrace all the Sonship and give it rest

1. ²Some of them we impose.
   1. The concept, Face of Innocence, the false idol of love
2. ³Others will seem to arise from elsewhere;
   1. from Brothers, and from various aspects of the world outside.

²Some of them we impose.

Self concepts are “man-made”, ²and bears no likeness to Self at all. ³It is a false idol, made to replace the Truth that we are a Child of God. (ACIM, T-31.V.2:1-3)

• Concepts are learned. (ACIM, T-31.V.7:1)
• Concepts are meaningless (ACIM, T-31.V.8:1)
• Concepts of the self change as learning goes along.

²Each Concept will show the changes in relationships as perception of our Self is changed. (ACIM, T-31.V.16:1-7)

• ³There will be some confusion every time there is a shift as the learning of the world is loosening its grasp upon our mind.
• ⁴And be sure and happy in the confidence that it will dissipate altogether, and leave your mind at peace.

⁷the Face of Innocence

• smiles and charms and even seems to love.
• ⁸It searches for companions and it looks, at times with pity, on the suffering, and sometimes offers solace.
• ⁹It believes that it is good within an evil world. (ACIM, T-31.V.2:6-9)
• ³This aspect never makes the first attack. ⁴But every day a hundred little things make small assaults upon its innocence, provoking it to irritation, and at last to open insult and abuse. (ACIM, T-31.V.3:3-4)
• ³The Face of Innocence stands condemned because of that which my Self Concept hides.” (ACIM, T-31.V.5:3)
• The lesson teaches I AM that I AM - I AM God created by God and I dream as a perfect emanation of God together with my Brothers together in the Sonship

⁵The main advantage of the shifting to the second from the first is that we enter in the choice by decision. (ACIM, T-31.V.13:5)
Brothers as Accusers

• ⁵The role of the accuser will appear in many places and in many forms and serve many functions
• ⁶And each will accuse in us that which is not us and must be swept aside (thx to all who have done so!!)
• ⁷God’s plan is done

Brothers in Divine Love

• My Brother, you have taken charge of everything in me at my request, to the truth we share.
• ²No illusion can be shared but only substituted
• ³Love all Brothers in God’s perfect love.
• ⁵Here we are joined in God, as much together as you are with God. (ACIM, T-18.I.9:1-5)
• ⁴Brother, we heal together as we live together and love together. (ACIM, T-11.VIII.11:4)
• Look only to the God of love for healing, away from the False Idols of sickness and separation (ACIM, T-10.V.8:1-5)
• Forgive me my errors as I forgive you so we are without shame, for shame causes all ills in the world.

My Brother’s Divine Gift: Mirrors of my Soul (ACIM, T-18.I.13:1-6)

• ⁵When every concept has been raised to doubt and question by my Brothers, then is the truth left free to enter in its sanctuary, clean and free of guilt.
• We are called together, Brothers all, to the most holy function this world contains.

²It is the only One that has no limits, and reaches out to every broken fragment of the Sonship with healing and uniting comfort.A deeper look at Lesson 137 When I am healed I am not healed alone.

INTRODUCTION
Came back after a long time and bit of hiatus. And let's just say I've always had a peculiar taste for specific roleplays or fandoms. Lately for long time bit of more monsterly craving. And when I say that I don't mean some boring ass human with only wolf or cat ears or horns and call that a monster or different race. No that's just dumbass wearing a accessory pretty much and a wannabe.
Yes we have dark elves, werewolves, vampires and some other but where are my fans and lovers of fantasy races or better yet eldritch gods and goddesses? Am I the only one here that loves the idea of pairing a regular human character with something older then known universe, the wild fire that can never be put down and watch just how the chaotic the pairing can get. The love of the horror that came from the void transcending time and space for their love driving them into brims of insanity.
As big fan of fantasy, slown burns, wholesome yet oddly horrifying and mortal and immortal pairings and even bigger for mythos and Lovercraft's work, and with sucker for love offering that I've been wishing to try out such a play. Be it perhaps a fandom of Sucker for love or do a whole world building of our own characters.
ABOUT AND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR:
To get started I have 5 plus, yes 5 plus years of writing experience! Although I've been on quite some long hiatus due to life. I write in third person past tense in a humorous way (here and there). Best way to describe my writing is quirky but it gets to the point, it's detailed where and when it needs to be. Posts vary in size in tandem with my partners 200-400+ words a post!
Please be communicative if possible and I will do the same
I can write any level of smut up to 20-50% but there has to be SOME story and actually development along with it.
I DO NOT ACCEPT OR DO REAL LIFE FACECLAIMS.
Mainly long-term RP. Where is the fun in short? Let the story flow
Multiple Characters when need be.
Ideas Lastly are plots! (I am open to make on together too or do little changes to any.)
•Faith rebound- modern romance, supernatural, possession, crime drama, angst, dark romance.
Castiel a young compassionate priest who has just been welcomed into his position by the church of a small suburban town, for years the town has been believed to possess supernatural occurrence and properties , however it has been always rather dull and quiet, until that is the disappearances and murders that throw it into a spirale. When Castiel's predecessor and teacher is found dead, Castiel is left by him a rather odd and ancient book. But is it really just a book or a gateway to unknown?
• Your death my life. - dark romance, curse, supernatural, ghosts, eldritch horror, madness, video tape
Amias is an investigative journalist doing a piece on a reputed aaventel property that supposedly drives people who lived there for more then 10 days insane or kills them, days after moving. (Yes, it's like that movie but bit different style) because he's into that kind of spooky, mysterious shit and might save his carrier he uses his contacts to permit him taking note and tapes of the mansion while staying there his nights to find whether the myths about it are real and what truly went behind the walls.
•Even in death -Dark romance, reincarnation, stalking, driven mad
Atreyus has a stalker and he doesn't even know it. On the other side of the veil, where the unclaimed void and whispering horrors roam, he has been watched and pined for. A great being of benevolent temperament, has been in love with him for a year. Eons rather. Awaiting when their lover would be reborn yet again. Too bad he doesn't remembers his previous life and that the veil separates both. ...oh, and he already has partner. But that all changes during a horrible accident out at family's cabin over the long weekend. His little fan is just happy to have their view of him, but when in his grief Atreyus starts performing a ritual it recognizes it's chance, the god being all too quick to jump into the body at the right time. Now, the great old one can finally be reunited with their mortal like they wanted for so long. ...they just has to pretend to be their partnet and not screw up the ruse. But how long will that and the mortal body last before changes will be all too noticeable?

Throwaway Account
My family and I (young adult male) usually always take my grandma (around 80s) out for Mother’s Day. This year my uncle (around 60s) was with us. He lives pretty far from all of us but he came down to visit while he was taking leave from school. His grade were not good at all because of mental health so he’s been staying with my grandma for a few months. He has a girlfriend that he’s still together with, but hasn’t seen her in 2 years. He’s never been involved in our Mother’s Day plans before but this year it was different. For Mother’s Day we were all going to take my grandma to a nice Korean BBQ restaurant. My mother (also around 60s) texted the group chat, and told everyone the plan. My Uncle said that he already made reservations for a restaurant at our local casino. The restaurants in there are very high end, but the problem was that my grandma had a gambling problem in the past, so going to a casino was an issue. My mom told him that she’s worried that this would make her want to gamble and my uncle was telling my mom not to worry and that we would go in, eat dinner, and leave. My mom reluctantly agreed but still thought it was a bad idea to even think about exposing her to something that she’s had problems with in the past.
So on Mother’s Day we were all getting ready to go out to the casino. My mom texted my uncle that we would pick them both up in 20 minutes. My uncle texted back that they do not need a ride and that grandma could drive him there while we ride separately. Now my grandma during this time had a dislocated shoulder and still has one. My uncle can’t drive because he’s legally blind. Neither of them are capable of driving and my mom got mad that he would even suggest letting his own mother drive. He told my mom that my grandma has been driving him around for the past week and has been fine. Now my grandma is a sweet woman, so I’m sure she actually was not fine with it but did it anyway. My mom was livid and she called him for an explanation. I don’t know all of what was said in the phone call, but it wasn’t good. My mom called my aunt (around 50s) and told her about what happened. She told my mom that this was the reason she wouldn’t try so desperately to see him whenever he came to town. My mom talked to all of us about the situation. She and I are in agreement that we don’t want to see him anymore until something changes (context, a lot of our family friends have expressed that he is very bitter and unpleasant and they don’t want to be around him either). My dad (around 60s) and sister (young adult) think that it’s wrong to cut family out like that. A few of my friends think that this is too much and think that my mom and I are being unreasonable. I know that there are a lot of people who value family over everything, but I just don’t see this guy as family anymore with all the things he’s done. There’s more that he’s done, but making a list would make this much longer than it needs to be. So Reddit, AITA?

My boyfriend (37) and I (27) have been together for almost 6 months. We met on a dating app; I am gay, and he is bisexual.
When we started talking, he shared with me that he only realized he also likes guys at the age of 35. While he has had relationships (serious and casual) with women before, they don’t really bother me at all; what triggers my RJ more is his encounters with men, specifically with this one guy.
For context, my boyfriend lives a 3-hour drive from me. Of course I felt so special when he chose to drive to my place just to meet me in person. Plus, he told me too that he has never driven this far just to see someone, that the guys that he met were just from his city.
One day, I found out that he talked to this guy (let’s name him Charles) who lives an hour from him before we met. When I asked him if he met this guy, he said no. My instincts were telling me that he was lying, so, I did the most self-sabotaging act ever—I messaged Charles on social media. And boom, he confirmed that they met, booked a hotel room, and of course, things happened. What destroyed me even more was they did it in my city (because my boyfriend needed to do something work-related in my city at the time, and it just so happens that Charles lives on the way to my city so my boyfriend picked him up).
I guess that just shattered all of my impressions that I was special to him. He made an effort to see someone else too, not just for me.
Because the truth came out, he kept assuring me that it was never love between them. They were talking nicely, yes, but there were no serious feelings involved.
He is my first boyfriend, and all of my firsts happened with him. Before meeting him, I have never felt the need to engage in hookups. I just can’t be intimate with someone I don’t have an emotional connection with. How could he do it? How could he have sex with someone he didn’t love?
I know it was my own undoing, but Charles did not hold back in giving graphic information to me. What they did, where they did it… It just ruined me. In addition, they met two weeks before we met each other on the app. That timeframe felt so recent to me. (Although we met in person one month after we started talking and we did have sex one month after meeting in person. So if you think about it, approximately two months have passed since our sex and his sex with Charles.)
To make things worse, Charles is my same age and we have the same ethnicity. He also admitted that we are similar they way we talk (the voice and tone). These similarities make me feel insecure now.
I know that my boyfriend loves me. A lot. He probably even loves me more than I do, since I can only “love” him during those times when RJ doesn’t hit me. He keeps asking me why it is so hard for me to accept him and his past. He keeps telling me that I should be happy that someone like him loves me so much. That I am different, my hugs and kisses feel different, and that he never thought he would love someone this much. That when he talked to me, he fell in love already because I was "pure." That I never talked about sex during our conversations, that he never felt lust in me.
It just sucks because I feel so drained every day since. I’m sleepless and most of the time, I feel angry. Angry because even though my boyfriend is sad that he cannot change his past anymore, I don’t feel like he regrets it. I want him to regret that it happened. I want him to feel guilty about it. I am also mad at my boyfriend because why did he have to lie when I asked him the first time if they met? He could have been honest about it. The truth might have affected me, but that could have made things different. I could have chosen to stop talking to him had I known about it. I could have set this impression in my mind that he is a playboy, enjoys casual sex and is maybe now looking for a real relationship. His dishonesty just made me feel betrayed.
I want to save this relationship, I really do, and I’m planning to seek therapy. But God, I am so exhausted...