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after getting into it so bad with my incompetent manager yesterday, I gave my two weeks.
and she got to the store manager first. I know this because I told him very politely I'm putting in my two weeks and his response was "okay." this was after I had a talk with him about said rxom a month ago and he said Im one of the high performers. a joke lol.
I wanted to just walk out. and throw a fit. But i think that's what they're expecting of me. So i decided I going to work through my last day, not rush, and half ass everything.
this is the worst company ive ever worked for. any dream I had of long term here thrown out in the trash by the store, rxom, and pharmacist being unfair and childish each in their own special way. <3
I should have listened when everyone said run. Never had a job so taxing on my mental and physical health! fuck walgreens!

You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.
My happiest dream is us. Me and you, all the firsts we will share together and spending my life with you. I dream of us going on dates and traveling together, eventually moving closer so we can be together every day. I dream of spending my nights with you and waking up with you beside me every morning. I dream of the day I get to officially make you mine and you truly make me the happiest man alive. Finally after living long lives together one day we will both be old and sitting on the porch together reminiscing about all the amazing memories. I know I’m getting way way ahead of myself and this is all just hypotheticals but that’s ok it’s just a dream.
My worst nightmare is us. Me and you, falling apart before we get to be together. I have nightmares that one day I will message you and you just won’t respond, that you’ll get annoyed or tired of me and just ghost me. I have nightmares that you will tell me it was all a joke and none of the feelings were real, that there is no way you would ever actually love someone like me. I have nightmares that you will find someone more convenient, someone that can be with you every day and isn’t always so far away, someone that will fill my spot better than I can. My worst nightmare is being left in the same place I was in before you found me. I know these things won’t happen, they are just stupid hypotheticals and you would never do that to me but I still have the nightmares.
You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.

You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.
My happiest dream is us. Me and you, all the firsts we will share together and spending my life with you. I dream of us going on dates and traveling together, eventually moving closer so we can be together every day. I dream of spending my nights with you and waking up with you beside me every morning. I dream of the day I get to officially make you mine and you truly make me the happiest man alive. Finally after living long lives together one day we will both be old and sitting on the porch together reminiscing about all the amazing memories. I know I’m getting way way ahead of myself and this is all just hypotheticals but that’s ok it’s just a dream.
My worst nightmare is us. Me and you, falling apart before we get to be together. I have nightmares that one day I will message you and you just won’t respond, that you’ll get annoyed or tired of me and just ghost me. I have nightmares that you will tell me it was all a joke and none of the feelings were real, that there is no way you would ever actually love someone like me. I have nightmares that you will find someone more convenient, someone that can be with you every day and isn’t always so far away, someone that will fill my spot better than I can. My worst nightmare is being left in the same place I was in before you found me. I know these things won’t happen, they are just stupid hypotheticals and you would never do that to me but I still have the nightmares.
You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.

You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.
My happiest dream is us. Me and you, all the firsts we will share together and spending my life with you. I dream of us going on dates and traveling together, eventually moving closer so we can be together every day. I dream of spending my nights with you and waking up with you beside me every morning. I dream of the day I get to officially make you mine and you truly make me the happiest man alive. Finally after living long lives together one day we will both be old and sitting on the porch together reminiscing about all the amazing memories. I know I’m getting way way ahead of myself and this is all just hypotheticals but that’s ok it’s just a dream.
My worst nightmare is us. Me and you, falling apart before we get to be together. I have nightmares that one day I will message you and you just won’t respond, that you’ll get annoyed or tired of me and just ghost me. I have nightmares that you will tell me it was all a joke and none of the feelings were real, that there is no way you would ever actually love someone like me. I have nightmares that you will find someone more convenient, someone that can be with you every day and isn’t always so far away, someone that will fill my spot better than I can. My worst nightmare is being left in the same place I was in before you found me. I know these things won’t happen, they are just stupid hypotheticals and you would never do that to me but I still have the nightmares.
You’re my happiest dream and my worst nightmare.

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I tried the D4 free trial and found it so boring that it almost put me to sleep. It was extremely linear, constantly took control away from me, and was so easy it was a joke.
I tested it.
I literally just held down left click for my entire play session. I didn't use a single ability or healing potion. I went through every pack of monsters, and a few bosses, without ever coming close to dying.
Still wanting to scratch the ARPG itch, I installed D3, thinking I might like to play that again. But I had the same experience. Boring. Linear. Uninteresting.
So I booted up D2R for the hundredth time (after a few months break) and was immediately hooked again.
It's not just nostalgia. There's something about stepping out onto the Blood Moor with a fresh character that feels different from D3 and D4.
And I can't quite put my finger on why. There's no denying that D3 and D4 are well crafted games. But something about the mechanics and systems in place just don't engage me the way D2 does.

I’ve done all of khan and all of blue book. Funny thing is this is somehow the worst I’ve done on math out of all my prac tests and the best reading I’ve literally ever got on any sat simulation. The blue book tests are a joke.

PART ONE THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
[Previous Chapter] [The Beginning] [Patreon+2]
Sunday
Lucas tapped the flat of his finger twice on the partially open door, more to let Boyd know he was coming than actually requesting permission to enter. He pushed it open and strode through as the somewhat welcoming grunt came from within.
“Hey, sexy,” he said, crossing the two rooms to zoom in on Boyd sitting at his bench. On the spinner before Boyd was a larger figure than he had ever done before: an eighteen-inch figure of a woman with an hourglass figure wearing a form-fitting formal gown that flowed to the floor, swaying as if she’d just stepped to her right. Her hands were curled as if she were holding something or someone, but that part was missing.
“Ooooh,” Lucas said, resting his head on Boyd’s shoulder to examine the piece closer. “She’s pretty.”
“She’s also the viscount’s granddaughter, who I think is married to a prince somewhere in Eastern Europe. I’d have to pull out her details again, but she’s already got two kids, and she still looks this good.”
“She doesn’t look old enough to have two kids.”
“That’s what happens when you marry when you’re still a teenager.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t an arranged marriage.”
Boyd did a slow pan to level an annoyed look at him.
“What? They used to.”
“Slavery was a thing in America back in the day, too.”
Lucas made a deflating raspberry. “If you want to get technical,” he grumbled.
Boyd twisted his seat to face him, loosely curling his arms around Lucas’ waist. “Where are you off to, Mister Soon-To-Be-Masters?”
Oh-ho. Someone’s feeling playful. “I thought you were going to become a Dobson,” Lucas countered, leaning in to give him a quick morning kiss.
“Yeah, but then I was reminded I do have family that I care about.”
“None of which are Masters. Your mom and Aunt Judy are sisters who changed their names when they married. If you were going to take any of their names, we’d both be changing to Davenport.”
Boyd looked down at where their abdomens rested against each other.
“Hey,” Lucas said, sliding his hand under Boyd’s chin and lifting it so he could see those beautiful baby blues focusing on him. “What’s going on, love?”
Boyd opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He tried twice more. “Ten years,” he finally croaked. “They took me in and gave me a home within the family for nearly two years, and I repaid them by cutting them out of my life the second I could. Who does that to their own?”
“Somebody with a lot of fear,” Lucas answered honestly. "And that somebody isn’t you anymore. You’ve invited Emily to be our accountant, and personally, I hope you know what you’re doing there…”
“Emily has always been good with money. The only time she’s ever been off is when she borrows money from you, and you go to get it back. By the time she’s finished explaining all the financial movement around the transaction, you end up owing her twice as much, and she’s really convincing. Computerised flow charts and everything.”
Lucas hoped he was exaggerating. If Emily had been that quick and deceptive to separate Boyd from his money when she was a teenager, she might have been even more cunning now. Lucas would remain attentive until she proved herself because the love of his life had earned this break. “Okay,” was all he said since he didn’t want to argue.
Boyd nipped the tip of his nose. “Don’t you ‘okay’ me in that tone of voice.”
Lucas pulled back and rubbed the back of his hand against his nose. It hadn’t hurt, but it was weird. No one had ever done that before. “I’m a cop, love. In my world, it’s guilty until proven innocent.”
“Getting back to my original question. Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go and get some supplies for Levi and Maddy. The dumbass has been worrying himself sick over where he can leave Maddy on short notice if he and Austin get called out to a fire together. They can’t waste up to an hour each way getting over to Queens and Brooklyn.”
“Tell him she can stay with us,” Boyd said without hesitation. I’ll be here all the time, and if I’m out and it’s an emergency dump-and-run, I can drop whatever I’m doing and call someone to teleport me back.”
Lucas leaned in and kissed him again. “And that’s just one of the many reasons I love you,” he said once they parted. “Charlie will be here too, which means Robbie won’t be far away either. Levi still wants to run it past Llyr since it’s his place, but so long as we keep her on our side and away from Miss W, it won’t be a problem.”
“You’ll need to remember to lock up your guns when she’s here.”
Lucas nodded thoughtfully in agreement without speaking. It would devastate everyone if Maddy somehow managed to get her hands on one of his work firearms and fire it. He’d need to get a thumbprint safe – something that he could get at very quickly in a crisis.
“How is she with beds?”
“What?”
“Don’t little kids have those hospital guardrail things, so they don’t roll out of bed and hurt themselves? I mean, your bed isn’t that far from the floor, but if you’re getting supplies, you might want to think about some of those things to keep her in.”
Lucas hadn’t thought about that. “Okay, then it’s going to be a bigger shopping trip than I thought, but that’s alright. Levi and Maddy are going to chill in the apartment until I get back.”
“Do you want me to check in on them?”
“Nah, it should be fine. Levi knows where Charlie’s office is, and if he’s going to annoy anyone while they’re at work, it should be our sister.” Lucas turned Boyd back to his carving and leaned his head on Boyd’s shoulder. “You keep outdoing yourself, you know that, right?”
“These tools are magic. I can’t do a thing wrong with them.” With a slight grimace, he added, “Hey, have you ever heard the story about the kid who gets the magic piano?”
Lucas squinted warily. “Am I going to like this story?”
“It’s a cautionary tale. This kid finds a magic piano, and all he has to do is work the pedals, and the piano plays itself. No one notices it’s not the kid, and the kid’s ego grows with each performance until he’s an international sensation. Then, he has a fight with the piano over who the star really is. The following night, the piano refuses to play, and the kid is booed off the stage. His family is left financially ruined.”
“I will beat you within an inch of your life if you equate that to you.”
Boyd looked at him. “How can I not? I mean, when I relax and just let the tools do what they’re made to do, the pieces come out flawlessly—every time. But the second I worry, minor defects creep in. Nothing I can’t counter and fix, but still…”
“If it concerns you that much, why not do a piece every now and then without the divine tools to prove to yourself that the skill is yours and the tools are just tools?”
Boyd looked over the divine toolset, then back up at the shelf where his older tools were. “That’s a good idea,” he admitted.
Lucas lightly kissed him on the lips and stepped out of his grasp. “I’ve been known to have them now and again. Oh, and don’t forget we’re going to Angus’ this afternoon. Just the six of us.”
Boyd raised his left hand in acknowledgment, but his focus was back on the carving even as his right hand picked up a scalpel of some kind and drove it across the carving’s middle. The blade was then smoothly passed to his left hand to make an incision from that side while his right reached for a new tool.
As he’d said, his motions were flawless, with chips and shavings flying at the speed of a professional wood chopper. Lucas could watch him work all day, but if he was going to make it to Angus’, he needed to leave now.
He let himself out and headed for the main front door to the level.
A little over an hour later, after grabbing several sets of clothes in his brother’s size, Lucas was standing in the middle of the children’s clothing section, blinking in confusion at all the options. He would go to touch one, then back away, unsure.
He must have looked pitiful because a staff member in her mid-thirties took pity on him and approached with a warm smile. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, this is crazy,” he answered, gesturing to the millions of clothes options before them. “My brother asked me to look after my niece in an emergency, and I want her to have whatever she’ll need at my place in case he doesn’t have time to take her home.” He looked at all the clothes. “Whatever that entails.”
“That’s really sweet. Is your brother a doctor?”
“Fireman.”
The woman gave Lucas the once over. “I can see that.”
Lucas chuckled. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. Between him, Levi and Mav all sharing their dad’s muscle, they’d always caught people’s eye. “Anyway,” he said, wanting to move this along. “My niece is three going on four, and she’s about this high,” he said, showing her height as an inch or two under his hip.
“Does she have any favourite TV shows?”
“Spongebob,” Lucas said, incredibly grateful for his conversation with Levi over breakfast. He’d have never had that answer otherwise. “And if you’re not doing anything after we get her clothes sorted, my fiancé mentioned something about bed rails since she’ll be sleeping in my old queen-sized bed. This is an all-in shopping trip for her, and I have no idea what to get.”
“Do you have any toys for her? And no, I’m not pushing for a commission here. Little minds need to be kept stimulated, or little hands will end up in places they have no business being. If this is your first time looking after her, you’re going to want a few toys, books, and things to keep her busy.”
“My brother is already nagging me about buying her the basics. What would you recommend that won’t make it seem like I’m trying to buy her affection?”
“Are you okay with electronics, or are you trying to steer her away from that?”
“It doesn’t faze me. It’s more the cost. I don’t want to buy her what my brother hasn’t or can’t afford. I’ve been into too many households where kids have every version of PlayStation, Xbox and Nintendo and every known game that goes with them. Those kids appreciate nothing, and that’s not something I’m okay with.”
“You see a lot of people’s houses?”
“I was a beat cop for over eight years before my promotion.”
“A policeman and a fireman? I’m sure there's a joke involving a bar in there somewhere.”
“If there were, the third person would be an ice hockey player,” Lucas chuckled again, already liking this woman. As they wandered through the aisles, she added things to his cart. Clothes were first, but they quickly moved on to toys. A couple of generic soft toys. and the board game “Candyland”. Lucas grabbed ‘Hungry, Hungry Hippos’, as that was one he and his brothers had played when he’d been Maddy’s age. Then came two large boxes of Duplo.
Not once did it feel like the sales assistant was pushing an agenda. She even paused to consider the options as if she were buying them for her own kids. Lucas really appreciated that.
As they were walking the isles, Lucas came to a screeching halt and stared at a range of doctor, nurse and vet play sets. Two jumped out at him. One had a plastic pet carrier with a handful of bulky instruments, and the other came in a bright blue bag with red handles and a white pawprint on the side. It had a comprehensive range, including toy bandages, pill bottles, cream jars, syringes, a stethoscope and even a cone of shame. Both went into the cart after he checked to make sure the two soft animals would fit in the carrier.
Mason’ll have a field day showing her exactly how to simulate using all this stuff, he thought to himself with a grin.
“You’re really very thoughtful,” the woman said after he explained why they both had to be purchased.
Lucas specifically asked for books after that. Real books with paper pages. He was sure his mother (as a high school English teacher) would murder him in his sleep if he didn’t buy Maddy at least ten books ranging from ones she could memorise and pretend to read (which, in her grandmother’s eyes, taught her word structure and was the first step in learning to read), with ones he could read to her. And that, of course, required Spongebob bookends to hold them together.
“Your fiancé is a lucky woman if you’re willing to do all of this for your niece,” she said once the cart was full and they were heading back to the checkouts.
“Yes, he is,” Lucas agreed, deliberately sliding in Boyd’s gender without making a huge issue of it.
Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Wow, I really shouldn’t make that assumption anymore, and I apologise.”
Because this was New York. “Apology accepted,” Lucas said, waving it aside. Boyd might have been embarrassed, but thankfully, he wasn’t here. “Thanks again for all your help.”
* * *
((Author's extra-long note:
Heya guys! Just letting you know I need to take a week off. [It’s nothing to do with the community here, I promise! I love writing this, and I’ll be back as soon as I can.]
In fact it's … you know what? Stuff it. You guys might as well know. Remember how I mentioned earlier this year we were fighting for more care for my special needs daughter?
That’s the issue.
Our support coordinator has our written authority to act on our behalf. Yet we’ve been told in writing from the government department that if she doesn’t back off, the whole request, including thousands of dollars of specialists interviewing our daughter and reporting their findings, will be deleted, and our request, including all-new interviews and reports, will have to start all over again.
I’m almost at the point where I’m not sleeping, but our support coordinator has promised us to fight because, in her words, “This is getting ridiculous.”
I’ve been really struggling to write this week with everything going on in the background. I’ve finally admitted I need to pull back (just for one week—I mean it when I say how much I love this writing and the little community we’ve formed) to focus on sorting out the mess, so that my writing isn’t tarnished by the battlelines that are being drawn up in the background.
(I already scrapped a page and a half because my anger at things [I bounce between anger and depression] had people who were usually very chill (Robbie) acting in a very aggressive manner that simply wasn’t them. Because of this, I’ve already used up several of my backlog this week and I loathe to lose any more, given how hard they were to build up. (The thought of using them up without others to take their place was also adding to my stress.)
And I was told by my beta reader, ‘Given you’ve been doing this for over three years, and you’ve only had the occasional day off due to sickness, take the week and regroup, stronger than ever.
I agreed. This means my next post will be on Monday, the 27th, Australian Time.
This means my next post will be on Monday, the 27th, Australian Time.
I hope with all my heart that you’ll all still be with me when I return next week.
Karen. ))
((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I’d love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
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For some context, me (20F) and my best friend (24M) are actually FWB but barely anyone knows. Although, and I feel this holds a lot of importance, we are basically a couple without being one. He knows I love him and there's signs screaming that he feels the same way, like him asking me to tell him that I love him or him saying he is scared I would find someone else/better. Even our FWB is exclusive which is basically a relationship, but yea make of it what you will. I will call him my bf for this post bc honestly that describes our relationship better than FWB or friends.
My nightmare was about SA and being forced into a relationship with that guy in dream etc etc and it was quite disturbing to me. Things like these have happened to me in the past as well. So when I woke up today I wanted to talk to him about it. What a mistake that was.
To understand what happened next, I have to tell you this. Basically a few weeks back one of our common friends became a bit flirtatious with me (I have 0 interest in him whatsoever) and it made me feel uncomfortable so I went to tell my bf about it, not to make him jealous or anything, not even in the slightest, but because I felt he was a safe space and I could tell him about it. He told me he did want to hear nor see anything about anyone being this way to me. That's fine with me, I understood. You can see where this is going.
So when I told him about the nightmare he said he shouldn't have asked about it. He ignored me for like 2h when I asked him what about it got him mad, I got this reply word for word:
"imagine if i constantly excitedly told u abt any interaction i have with other girls, specially ones where they show interest. then told u abt how i had dreams where i was fcking other girls and was in a relationship with them. now imagine instead of it being a one-time occurrence, it happens regularly at random intervals. try to imagine that and how it would make u feel. if you can find an answer to that, you might understand why i didn´t wanna talk to you if you rly believe this has any effect except for reinforcing the belief that you will not be loyal and shit, then u r rly naive and stupid"
It happened once that I told him about someone being flirtatious with me and once he went digging for something in my past that he did not like. The only other incident was me sending him a picture about an F1 driver where he had some different race suit on and I commented that it makes him look a bit better. It was basically celebrity banter, nothing we hadn't done b4. Just like he jokes about how gorgeous Zendaya is. I thought it was no biggie but apparently for him it was. And once again I did not "excitedly" tell him about the friend flirting with me, I was feeling hella uncomfortable but I was fine with his boundary of not wanting to know about it.
Also I don't see how others being like that to me would indicate I would cheat? I would never ever cheat on anyone, it is an absolute no-go for me. Also how would it be cheating if we aren't together? I hope you can catch my drift now. And a nightmare about SA is nothing like someone flirting with me IN THE SLIGHTEST. Maybe I did cross a line when telling him about the nightmare? I have no idea. I thought I could talk to him about it because it affects me mentally.
AITA for telling him about it?

Hi, I know the title is ambiguous but I promise to tell you everything. This is my first post and it’s like 4am, so please bear with me as I get through this. I worked at a kennel that doubled as a security company training ground with a pretty large k9 security guard company where I live. There are multiple different levels of dogs that would stay ranging from the scaredy cats to the mean machines. These mean machines were off in an area by themselves in a kennel type room where it’s no touch. We can help the dog but didn’t have to enter its space to do so. There was one in this section, he lived at the kennel because he was a “failed” k9 dog. I asked what happened. Apparently he doesn’t like crates and he shredded his handlers arm. I would be pretty angry if my life was comprised of 70% crate time to 30% outside time. Then you have handlers who have never even spent any real time around a dog until training, so add the green human to a powerful working dog, it’s not really the best ingredients for success…
Sure the dog gave me crazy eyes for the first 3 weeks but with the help of treats, my puppy voice and being brave enough to pet him with my finger through the crack, I won him over. Treats, sitting on the floor with him giving him lovies and looking him in the eye. I needed him to know I was never going to hurt him. I was able to get to a point where I could leash him and walk him. Sure maybe others could too but no one trusted him enough to do so. At some point the boss started saying things like “want him?” “I’ll give you $XXX if you adopt him”. “If you don’t take him he’s going to the rainbow bridge”. Now at this point I was upset and told the general manager and he came back saying that it was just a joke and he’s asked the person who made that comment to knock it off. So I believed him. Not too long after that I truly think he was mad I spoke to someone so they said I was no longer allowed inside his room as he cannot be trusted. These men who train dogs and humans to handle these dogs- for a living. They couldn’t be bothered to even work on his issues to adopt him out. So rather than do their job as trainers- they put him down. I was actually thinking of adopting him and was at the point I wanted to see how he’d react to my dog. I don’t use a kennel and my dogs go anywhere they please except the counter and tables so I thought hey, if he likes my guy, then maybe this might work. Well I never got the chance to even try because they advised me of the “new rules” despite hounding me to adopt said dog. How am I supposed to do that if I can’t work on him and acclimate my personal dog in a safe neutral zone. I was unfortunately fired because I stood up for people when they asked for things like pay stubs and to be paid on time. And because I questioned things that he did and spoke up when asking for things we needed to do our jobs right. He doesn’t like confrontation and will bend over for the people he deems are above him. It’s fine. I believe in karma. I found out later they told the employees that he was adopted out. Nope, they killed him. Because they couldn’t care less and he would just keep bringing new dogs when he had 11 living at the kennel already not working. Yes he took 11 rooms from paying customers because he’s too lazy to work with the current dogs he has or adopt them out. I understand the dog had a bite record. I specialize in aggressive dogs. I don’t fear them. I look them in the eyes till they submit. Now this is partially due to the fact I respect their space, but I love winning a dog over. Now for legal reasons and just in case they ever see this post and try to take me to court for telling my story, I won’t be telling you where I’m from or any details of the companies. I’m too poor to be sued right now lol. I had this dream that I would open my own kennel and put him out of business. The property I want is currently for sale and the kennel is already built. I have ideas for additions to add to profit but I don’t have 3 million dollars lol. I didn’t really have anyone else to tell this to and it mortifies me that I ever supported them so I truly did need to get this out of my system. It makes me so angry what they’ve done. Bunch of lazy cowards. If you’ve gotten this far, thanks for reading. Also, thumper rules apply to comments: if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. And by that I mean please don’t be rude or judge me. You still only have a piece of the story and there are many more stories and details I’d like to give however I fear giving away too much will unearth who they are. Thanks again for the read.

I have never been in a relationship. Recently I got an offer from a girl in my office. The first day I saw her in the office I was never attracted to her romantically, then about a month passed and nothing happened, she and I never talked
Then our office took us all on a trip where I was more open and she and I interacted, on the first day of the trip she got drunk and started flirting with me, I also jokes around and mostly ignored her signals cause she was very drunk
The next day she was much more calm but continued the flirting a little bit, we came back from the trip and she still continued, kept announcing to the whole office (whoever could listen within the vicinity) that she likes me
I never got this much attention from anyone so this made me confused and made me attracted to her a bit
She kept on coming onto me everyday so I made an excuse that I don't date my colleagues, the next day she resigned from her job (she always planned to do it, I was not a factory in her decision to leave)
Then she took my phone number and texted me and same thing started again, I tried to dodge her but she keeps bringing it up so I made another excuse that I can't date her because she is leaving the country for her studies and I don't want long distance, but she still is asking me out that we can manage
I was never interested in her romantically but now I am a bit attracted to her because she is the only woman that gives me this much attention
She is not a bad looking girl but also I don't think I can ever listen to a romantic song and imagine her in that song with me, whenever I listen to a romantic song I imagine my school crush, I don't think I can ever associate a romantic song with this girl
What should I do?

So my Pomeranian puppy of about 1 & 1/2 years old used to be so sweet and chill, now he can’t ever seem to calm down & has started picking up what I consider bad habits lately. He growls for no reason really, he barks more than he ever has I used to joke he was mute. He bites A LOT, he has become very stubborn and ignores A LOT. not much has changed for him environment or schedule wise. He got neutered about 8 months ago and it seems to have changed him.

Aside from this family issue, my boyfriend and i are a great match and rarely argue. But family being a core value - is a deal breaker for us both.
My boyfriend(34M) and I (27F) have been together about a year and a half now. the very first time i heard his moms voice was over a facetime hearing “Now i know why I don’t see you anymore”. which to this day, he calls a joke- it is no joke.
My boyfriend goes to his moms house 4 times a week, facetimes his family every single day, stops what he’s doing to do things with his nephew, and constantly needs to be a hero to his mother and sister. Mind you his 30 year old sister, brother and law, and nephew love with his mother. this family has never left the state and only at 30 years old was he ready to move on on his own away from them.
about 6 months ago, he cancelled our plans to go be with them… of course i got a little ticked. his mom heard me yell and ever since then treats me as an evil girlfriend who is no good for her son. she treats me like a clear window pane, and is unresponsive anytime i have tried to make 1-on-1 plans. i talk to her every time i seee her, try to hug her, and be the best i can to be a part of his family.
we are trying to start a family of our own, and he talks of marriage. after 6 months of this sh*t… im tired of trying to make peace. i have asked him to speak to her about being more open and welcome he responds “she’s not welcoming to anyone who isn’t family” okay? so you’re gonna allow this?
at 35 i thought he would be ready to get off the t*t and start his own life but anytime he tries, he caves due to whatever guilt trip mommy has going on.
this is something that will never change, will it?

Hi.
So I have been playing the hell out of MMX6 after buying the Legacy Collection and I just played all the other ones (except MMX7 and 8).
X6 has had some hate, including from myself. For me, I think I just played it at the end of an era, when I wanted another MMX1-3 or X4 or I just had enough of Megaman in general. The game also proved to be hard and after MMX5 I wasn't in the mood to get into it even if I did complete it at some point. It just never felt like any enjoyment at the time.
Later, when I played it again I started to really try to understand it. Some systems just confused me, like the nightmare system when I didn't know how to manipulate it and it always felt unfair and random. I never understood that the red stages on the screen were stages CHANGED, not stages I should avoid or something, because I was basing it off experience from things like MMX2, where I avoided stages where there were X Hunters for some time or something.
Now after understanding both the Parts system better and the nightmare system, the game just becomes, in fact, super easy.
The teleporters to the alternate routes were of course confusing at first also but in no way a system deserving of much criticism. MMX6 actually feels like a game that rewards you and is satisfying to get through, more so than any other MM game I've played. Seriously, the only game that made me feel like that is probably the fan made Megaman Unlimited.
The ranking system is actually better implemented than it was in MMX5. Now that was horrible. You are rewarded with more equipable parts for raising your ranks, yet the game never requires you to grind specifically. I got both X and Zero on separate playthroughs to 9999 souls for Rank UH and the only grinding I did was about three Dynamo fights or so.
The bosses are all quite easy. I remember struggling with High Max at first, but when you know how to damage him, you can realize that all his attacks are super easy to avoid.
Another thing that I underestimated was Limited Parts, usable once a life. When you find the Full Recover part that essentially works like a free sub tank you don't even need to refill just trivializes the whole game and now I've even found a way to unlock that part early on since stage 2. On my latest playthroughs, I've never had to even use it or a sub tank once in a single battle not even on Sigma.
The only thing I do hate when I think about first playthroughs, is all those extra lives. Like when you enter a portal and you can't backtrack to the normal stage if you find out Zero or High Max is too much for you or something. Also, one thing I think they messed up was Metal Shark's stage, they put the normal way through a teleporter, messing with your mind making you think you are going the alternate way, then you end up on the path where the actual alternate route is only to discover a dead end with a pit you can't cross, forcing you to die like....9 times to restart the entire slow grinding stage. There was no point whatsoever putting a teleporter there. Why not just make a regular path or a door or something......
My final playthrough, I decided to do it without rescuing Zero. Now I didn't realize that you can miss Zero by collecting 3000 souls, so I did it legit. I never entered an alternate route, not even to collect stuff and then kill myself to exit. Which means, I didn't even get either armor. So I finished the final stages only with Falcon armor. The only thing I did do was to get the awesome Jumper part from the alternate route in Blizzard Wolfgang's stage to make the first final level easy.
So my way through the game is as follows:
Take Ground Scaravich first and beat him. Reenter his stage a couple of times until you have the Heart, most likely the armor also, but most importantly, the Quick Charge part (if you are playing as X) and the Speedster part. I mostly keep those parts equipped the entire game. You enter Yammark's stage next and with Speedster, you can pick up both a sub tank and the Full Recover part.
From that point, the game is just fairly easy overall.
Due to having Ground Scaravich defeated, one might decide to go to Blaze Heatnix. But if you are suffering from the Nightmare Snakes, this is not necessary. You can easily beat Rainy Turtloid and from there (or before) take Metal Shark Player who for example gives you an insane weapon against the Nightmare Snakes. Also, don't forget your Giga Attack like I tend to do. It's there for a reason. That works for instance on Nightmare Snake, like the one in the vertical shaft.
As you gain more ranks and parts, as well as new weapons, there is no Megaman game that feels as rewarding to play. Your characters actually feel like they get stronger.
Now some people have said playing as Zero is hard.....but seriously, he is overpowered if anything. Did you see the difference fighting the Nightmare Snakes early as X and fighting them as Zero?
Nevermind when Zero gets the weapon from Rainy Turtloid, he decimates EVERYTHING. You're just on the ground crouching and pressing down+SM button and you're like hell.
And here's an unpopular opinion.......I think MMX5 is worse than MMX6. MMX5 is the game that feels rushed for me and it feels unfair and badly made. I have also just played 5 and did it getting all parts and all, with both X and Zero. The terrible boss fights like Shadow Devil, the terrible random spikes coming from the walls of Rangda Bangda (and I know, Gaea Armor, which I did). All of this feels more unfair and ridiculous, not like MMX6 which feels rewarding and fair. There can be a challenge but it's fair challenge. The instant death lasers in MMX5 which is pure and simply the WORST trial and error nonsense I've ever seen in any game.....Quick Man from MM2 is one thing, but that's only like 5 screens you can master in a few tries, but falling down that long shaft in MMX5, with platforms EVERYWHERE and impossible to so much as touch one without dying, could just as well litter them all in spikes.
Sigma in MMX6, like all Sigmas, used to give me trouble at first. But geez, the first form is easy as hell, every attack is easy to dodge. When I started using the Magma Blade on the second form instead of insisting to use the horrible horrible Ground Dash because I imprinted in myself that it's his weakness, everything changed. Last playthrough, I literally stood there and just attacked, taking all his attacks in my face and I still beat him. With Zero, that is just a joke. He OBLITARATES him with regular attacks.
I am seriously contemplating playing one more time, either using both characters and getting 8 heart tanks with each, so making it a more balanced play. Or collecting 3000 souls and seeing the cutscene and look at what happens.
OR......I should probably look at Hard mode I guess.....

I'm sure this (must) have happened before, but its the first time I can remember when a player has riffed on a spelling made in a previous tribal.
It's interesting that with everything else that is going on, at least one of the other players remembered the Q's previous spelling and decided to imitate it when he was evicted.
It suggests that there was some bad blood, given that spelling Q-nise was a real stretch from his real name. Someone was calling him a dick. Or at least that was my interpretation.
Could we see a Marisitch eviction next week?

I'm not sure how helpful it will be to post here because I think my issue goes far beyond the usual conflicts one might find in a traditional dnd campaign. So before anyone reads this I wants to emphasise that 1. this was my very first dnd campaign and I joined it without any prior knowledge, and 2. this campaign was never intended to be a traditional "we're heroes and trying to save the world while fighting monsters left and right" campaign. I hope this answers any questions along the lines of "Well, why did you create this kind of character in the first place?" and "Why do your characters spend so much time talking about stuff, don't you have some beholders to fight?". I also cannot explain the whole situation without writing a literal 20 page long essay, so I'll try to keep it as short as possible and only give two examples. I'm definitely leaving a lot of details out here, so please let me know if clarifications or futher information is needed.
To preface what this is all about: I was a player in a very roleplay focused campaign and my character basically turned into the problem child of this campaign. I never intended for my character to be the focus, was never interested in him being the focus, but nothing I ever did suceeded in solving the issues at hand and taking the focus away from him. I constantly got accused of "making my character suffer", whereas from my perspective I was constantly trying to keep this character safe from the constant attacks he had to endure. It was like no matter what I did, no matter what I let this character do, it was never right. I think everyone in this group makes an effort to play their characters realistically, I defininitely do. And yet it was never me going "I know exactly what my character has to do to fix this but I'll REFUSE to do it because I don't like it" but me literally having no clue what people wanted from this character. The dm repeatedly said that nothing they tried to fix this character was helping. Whereas from my perspective these things that were supposed to "help" my character were the exact things that my character was struggling with. So it turned into a constant stream of something happening, my character then feeling bad, then everyone focusing on my character feeling bad, then my character trying to fix things, everyone telling him that he's doing it wrong, my character feeling even worse.... and me wondering why my character cannot just exist in peace, why we constantly have to focus on him instead of the "plot". I don't think anyone was interested in constantly discussing my character's mental state, I definitely wasn't interested in doing that, and yet we kept doing it. But I also did not know how to have him react differently to the constant shit getting thrown at him.
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So, basically:
Around three years ago a friend of mine told me about this new dnd campaign they were starting and asked me to join. I've known this friend for half my life but we never lived close to each other, maintaining loose contact over Twitter and me visisting them every two or three years. I had never played dnd before, which they didn't think would be a problem, calling the campaign "very beginner friendly". The whole point behind this campaign was that both this friend (the dm) and two of the players from the main campaign they were playing wanted to play more regularly, so my friend/dm came up with this campaign which was basically a prequel to that main campaign. That main campaign was a more "traditional" dnd campaign with a quest to save the world and regular combat. Meanwhile this new campaign was supposed to be focused on roleplay. There was no overarching plot or quest and the setting was an arcane school and our characters were supposed to be students at said school, just starting their first semester.
When creating our characters the dm asked us to include at least one character in the backstory that was important for our character, and also an objective for our character, something they wanted to achieve. The character I came up with was a young half-elf wizard specialising in abjuration. The gist of his story was that his parents had been arrested and executed for high treason when he was very young and that he grew up rather isolated with his older brother in a place they were not allowed to leave before coming off age. When my character was 14 he woke up one morning to find his brother gone. He had left him only a cryptic letter, hinting at wanting to find out what had really happened to their parents, telling my character that he was sorry and that he would come back. When his brother had not come back after several months, my character too ran away and made his way to Candlekeep, which he had visited many times with his parents (who had been scholars) as a child. He tried to find answers in Candlekeep and spent the following three years hiding in the library before something prompted him to leave and travel to the aforementioned arcane school in order to study there. His objective was to find out why his parents had to die, what happened to his brother, and adjusting to normal life after years of isolation.
Personality wise this character was supposed to be very kind, very gentle, quite naive, honest, and at the beginning of the campaign rather anxious. My assumption was that after growing up in isolation he would need some time to get acclimatised and would be anxious and overwhelmed in the beginning but would loosen up with time and become more self-confident. Some bad stuff happened early on in the campaign and he reacted to it in a rather not healthy way (withdrawing, refusing to eat, but also not talking about what was going on because he didn't want to put the focus on himself). I messed up here, I realised that later. I assumed the other characters would sit him down and ask him what was going on, leading to some kind of cathartic conversation, my character then revealing his past, and him becoming more confident and positive through it, completely resolving this issue. I didn't realise that introducing these kind of psychological issues into the story would be an issue, simply because I wasn't planning on making it a big thing. I thought it would be realistic for him to react this way and I thought it was something that could easily be resolved. Nowadays I would approach this completely differently: if I were to play this character now I would make this whole "accepting his past, becoming more self-confident and open" thing part of his backstory and would start him off as being confident and in tune with his emotions, instead of trying to quickly get through this development at the start of the campaign. So I think I know what I SHOULD have done to prevent this from escalating. What I am trying to figure out is what I could have done to fix it AFTER realising my mistake. Because we spent months and months trying to resolve this issue and never really got anywhere. Despite me trying my best to keep the focus away from my character, despite me trying to turn him into someone more confident and happy, despite me NOT WANTING him to be the focus of the story and doing my best to keep him out of the spotlight.
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Here is an example of the things going on in the story, to which my character reacted badly and me not knowing how else I could have had him react that would not have caused further conflict:
Over the course of the campaign L. figured out what his brother was up to after him and his friends getting intro trouble and a mysterious stranger helping them get out of there and that stranger then revealing himself to be A.'s husband (and therefore my character's brother-in-law). L. had a lenghty discussion with this person and after that I basically viewed L.'s conflict as resolved: he now knew why his brother had left, he knew that it had not been his fault, and he knew that his brother had found someone who loved him and was not alone. L. still hoped to be able to see his brother again to get to say goodbye properly. Because in L.'s mind there was no other possibility but this being a goodbye: his brother had a new life now that he, L., was not part of anymore. And L. accepted that. There was no anger, no resentment, only relief knowing that his brother was not alone, had someone by his side who loved him, and that he still cared about L. and that L. had not - as he had feared - done anything that had caused his brother to not want to be near him anymore. He had finally gotten the closure he had needed, he was feeling okay and I viewed this whole conflict as resolved.
Fast forward a few weeks: A. finally suceeded in doing what he had been working on these past few years and returned to L., just like he had promised in the letter he had left him all that time ago. When talking to him, L. realised that A. was not actually planning on leaving, like L. had assumed. Instead A. told him that he and his husband would stay and look for a new home near L.'s school. L. was very surprised by this but of course he was also happy. He hadn't even considered that his brother would stay. His biggest hope had been that his brother would occasionally send him a letter from whereever he was. Him actually wanting to stay was very unexpected for L. but of course he was very happy about it. They also had some good conversations during that time, which not only brought L. further closure but also revealed connections between several past plot points.
About a week after A.'s return L. went to visit him. He just wanted to spend some time with his brother and also ask him for advice. The semester was coming to an end and everyone was busy preparing for the final exams and L. also still needed to find an internship placement for the summer break. L. wanted to do his internship in Candlekeep but was unsure on how to approach this, who to contact, how to phrase his request, so he thought asking his eloquent and knowledgable brother for advice would be a good idea. This conversation quickly went downhill with A. accusing L. of not respecting the people working at Candlekeep enough to do proper research beforehand and L. ending up feeling like he didn't deserve doing an internship there and ending up feeling even more stressed out about the whole thing than he had already been beforehand. They changed the topic and at some point A. started to jokingly fighting L. and putting him in a headlock. L. had no interest in fighting his brother, even as a joke, and reacted by going limp so he could slip away. A. then asked something along the lines of "So that's how you react in a fight? You just give up?" and L. said "Well, I know you would never intentionally hurt me with no good reason". The next second L. was falling. He was up in the sky, the ground many meters below him, and he was falling. L. immediately deduced that this must be some kind of enchantment and tried to fight it, but neither acknowledging that this wasn't real nor trying to shake it off did anything. He did not know any flying or hovering spells, nothing that would help him stop the fall, and ended up crashing into the ground. The next moment he was in some kind of water pool inside a cave that he struggled to get out of. A. was waiting by the cave entrance and offered L. his hand when he got out. L. refused to take it. A. then left and L. eventually followed, finding himself back in the room they had been in before. Either in the cave or shortly afterwards A. asked L. why he hadn't just used a spell to stop his fall, being surprised by L.'s statement that he had not yet learned an appropriate spell. L. eventually sat down at the table and did some exam preparation. A. made some food and put some in front of L. which L. ignored. Eventually L. looked up and asked A. what his biggest fear was. A. had just put L. through several of his biggest fears - falling, drowning, not being able to trust the ones he loves, and getting his control taken away - so he wanted to know what A. was scared of most. A. the told L. that his biggest fear was someone using his abilities to do something bad. And then he explained to L. that he had come to the conclusion that he would not be able to stay after all. That while he was able to defend himself, L. was not, and anyone wanting to get to A. would have an easy time doing so through L. who was evidently not able to defend himself. L. did not take that well and asked A. why he couldn't just train L. so he would get better at defending himself but A. refused. A. then said he would take a walk and allowed L. to come with him. They walked for several hours without talking, ending up in the middle of a forest where some ancient creature appeared that A. had helped several years ago and that was now nearing the end of its life and had called A. there to say goodbye. A. also explained to L. that he did not actually want to stay. That he - A. - had been naive in thinking that he could just live a normal life and that it had been nothing but a dream and that he simply wasn't made for that kind of life. Some time during that conversation A. also told L. that he was convinced that he would end up in the Nine Hells for the things he had done. They spent the night in the woods and the next morning L. realised that all his things had been stolen by some fey creatures, including his spell book. After searching for several hours they were able to find his spellbook, which had been smeared with insults. A. managed to clean it up and they returned back home and L. was reuinted with the rest of the group. Before L. left A. also gifted him an indestructable spellbook. A few days after these events L. went to the temple and addressed Mystra, telling her how lost he was feeling and how worried he was about his brother. He told her that he wanted nothing more than to protect the ones around him but how he was constantly failing in doing so. And how he just wanted his brother to be safe and how he was worried he would really eventually end up in the Nine Hells and how he didn't think A. deserved that but that he didn't know how to prevent that from happening. The next morning L. found some strange piece of cloth on his face which after some examination was revealed to be an item belonging to Mystra which she had used to hide something in the past. The very condensed explanation of what that item does is that when attuned to it one cannot be found through any kind of traditional divination magic, making one basically undetectable. The next time L. saw A. he told him about this item and A. was basically like "Oh cool, well in that case we can actually stay here". L.'s reaction was to start crying and A. asked him why he was so upset and why everything was always the end of the world to him.
The way I see this whole situation: I simply wanted L. to spend some time with his brother, hopefully get some advice from him regarding that internship and then going back to the rest of the group. Instead what happened was that A. first called him disrespectful for wanting to do an internship at a place and not having done enough research beforehand. Then taking L.'s statement "you wouldn't hurt me with no good reason" to assault L. Then telling L. that he would not stay after all due to L. apparently not being able to defend himself. Then explaining to him that "actually, I didn't want to stay in the first place", and then a few days later telling him he WILL stay after all. So basically, L. had accepted that his brother would not come back to him for good, he had accepted this and had found closure. Then his brother told him he WOULD stay and L. was of course happy about this surprising turn of events. Then his brother told him that due to L. not being able to defend himself he CANNOT stay. Then he tells him he doesn't WANT to stay anyway, confirming the exact reasoning behind L.'s initial assumption that A. would not stay. And then after realising the threat was eliminated, decided to stay afterall, despite having it made very clear that he did not actually WANT to stay... and apparently only staying because he thought that's what L. wants, despite L. repeatedly explaining that his priority is for A. to be happy and that he does not want A. to stay if that's not what makes him happy and A. just completely ignoring that? Am I really the only person who thinks that it's understandable why L. is confused and upset in this situation? Plus the constant "What do you mean, you don't know [this one simple thing]?" when L. is already barely able to get a regular long rest in between trying to keep up with school work and all the stuff that's going on at the side, like a literal war for example, and constantly feeling that no matter what he decides it's always wrong and he never has enough time to do the things he is supposed to do, let alone the things he wants to do? Plus him wanting to spend the afternoon with his brother turning into a 36 hour long event and him having to spend half a day looking for his spellbook, only to find it smeared with insults?
Am I being dense for not understanding what the whole point of this was? Trying to make it clear to L. that his brother is a powerful and dangerous person? He was already very aware of that and did not need a reminder. Proving to L. that he shouldn't trust his brother? Why even associate with him in the first place if you don't want him to trust you? Giving him the indestructable spellbook was nice. But was having some fey creatures steal his original one and smear insults all over it and him having to spend hours searching for it really necessary?
Whatever the hell it is the dm was trying to do here, I think a simple, calm conversation between those two would have been a lot more effective.
But maybe it's clearer from the outside, so if someone else understands what happened here, please help me understand.
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Another situation was that due to his struggles early on in the campaign my character was supposed to see the school's healer once a week so she could make sure that he was okay. My character went there once a week, feeling more or less okay when entering her office, and coming out feeling confused and upset after having his mental state analysed and picked apart. Neither did my character enjoy this nor did I think that any of the players (including myself) had any interest in listening to my character discuss his emotions every week. So eventually I had my character write a letter to the headmistress, explaning that he wanted to stop doing these weekly check-ins. Upon being asked why, he explained that these appointments actively made him feel bad and that he would do a lot better if he didn't constantly feel pressured into talking about things he didn't want to talk about. The reaction was that he was told that if he cannot handle simply being asked how he was doing once a week, then he wasn't stable enough to go to school, and consequently got kicked out. Leading to us spending two sessions trying to resolve this and my character eventually being allowed back into the school. ______
The situations I described are the kind of thing that constantly happened to my character.
We had a calendar where we wrote down short descriptions of what happened each day. I once went through this calendar with a friend (who does not play dnd) and it basically went like this: "So that day this traumatic thing happened to L., and the next day this happened, and two days later this happened, then the next day he almost died, then three days later he discovered this, the next day this other thing happened,....", and my friend just went "Holy shit, it's no surprise that this kid is losing his marmbles."
So I keep alternating between "I messed up this whole campaign by creating a problematic character" and the feeling that the dm had it out for specifically my character and it didn't matter what I did, nothing could have solved this.
Some constructive ideas on what I did wrong and what I could have done to fix things would be appreciated. (And yes, we did talk about this in the group. I eventually got tired of talking about it because it never lead anywhere.

For starters I don't like generalizations but I do feel like this title really accurately describes my life up until now.
Currently 28M and up until this day never been into a relationship, I never really had any girl tell me I look handsome or whatever. During my 20's I've been around quite a few women, and also tried to be pretty outgoing but outside from conversations I've never had any girl show any particular interest in me.
The only girls I did talk with completely friend-zoned me and afterwards just started dating different guys.
I've been extremely anxious & shy for the first 24 years of my life, after that I started to become more outgoing and instead of office jobs I started to do more social work, and it actually really improved my confidence. I also try to work-out a lot to improve my mental health since in a way I'm already pretty in shape.
I realized that I was probably depressed and also suffering from various anxiety disorders for the past 10 years without ever fully realizing it. I did often tried to self-diagnose but every time I would google up the symptoms I would only check 6/8 boxes, so I never really did anything with that. I did however try therapy in my early 20's because my academic performance was really bad, but psychiatrists blamed it on ADHD and not on severe anxiety and depression which in hindsight was more likely to be the problem.
I feel like my treatment also didn't really help too much back then because it wasn't addressing the main problems I was facing. Looking back I'm still grateful for the experience but I often feel like I could of recovered way sooner if I would of gotten myself some better support.
Even though things are slightly getting better every day is still really hard. I feel like dating is especially hard when you have no experience at my age and also my past is full of hurt, it's not like I can make it sound any better then it was.
I tried dating apps for a while but I feel like it's pointless, I really wouldn't want to use them in the first place but it's hard to get a conversation going when most women outside these days just avoid eye contact in general. I feel like it's impossible to not have body-dysmorphia these days when the standards are so high.
I do believe I'm just facially unattractive so there's not much I can do about it. Except maybe some plastic surgery which is very expensive in my country.
Anyways I've considered the fact that I'm probably going to be alone for quite some time and I do believe I can manage. However I feel like dating isn't the only problem. I also feel like people just treat you differently based on how you look, I often experience this at work where I just feel like people treat me like shit or crack jokes about me because they feel like they can get away with it.
Something I've also noticed is how people enjoy talking to you at work but completely pretend to not even know you at social settings which I find peculiar to say the least.
It's hard to not feel pretty lonely from time. And I often feel like I don't really know how to fill in all the blank space. But I guess setting goals is important too. Right now I'm just saving up money for traveling to take an essential break from life.

I thought long and hard if I should make this post but the story is too bizarre to not share. Let me start with saying that I had lots of bad luck in my life and never won anything ever (except the heart of my beautiful wife).
Imagine my excitement, then, when last Tuesday at 12pm I received a call from Careem that I have won two exclusive tickets to the cinema at the Mall of the Emirates in their raffle that I joined from their app a few weeks ago. The lady on the phone was friendly but had a rather heavy accent, plus I was just on lunch break in a noisy environment, so I told her that I was delighted to receive the prize and to please send me the details to my email address which is also verified in my Careem account, to which she agreed.
I immediately called my wife and told her the happy news. Then I waited, 3 hours, 4 hours, no mail in sight (not even in the spam folder). I called back the number that contacted me earlier and was greeted by Careem customer service. I explained the situation that I still need the details of how and where to redeem my prize, and the friendly but clueless employee told me this must have been a prank call and they never had such a raffle. Of course, this is nonsense, as I definitely signed up for that raffle and they called me from their official phone number with the happy news just 4 hours ago. He told me to write a text message in the Careem app help section instead. So far so weird, but it gets even weirder.
So I wrote them the same day, no reply. Then again the next day, no reply. On the morning of the day I was supposed to redeem my prize, I wrote Careem again, urging them to provide me with the details. Nothing came back, so I thought well maybe I did get something wrong despite all evidence pointing against it, and made other plans for the evening.
Then 5 minutes before the scheduled screening of the movie, the cinema calls and asks where I am, as the movie is supposed to start any minute. I couldn't believe my ears! I explained all the above to the man on the phone and he was perplexed and told me he will need to consult with his team what to do. He never called back nor did he pick up my calls after that. Admittedly, just like me, he probably thought this was all a big fat joke from Careem.
So here I am now, not knowing should I laugh or cry. My wife and I were so excited about spending a wonderful evening at the movies, something we don't usually have the budget for, and now we are left sad, disappointed, and most of all confused. In hindsight, I wish they had never called me about the prize to being with.
So, I don't know, maybe there's a moral to the story about Careem, or I just needed to get this off my chest. Thanks for reading I guess, and hopefully your comments and advice can cheer us up a bit.
TL;DR: We won movie tickets at a Careem raffle, but despite repeated calls and pleas for details, they never told us how to redeem them, and the cinema started the movie without us.
(Edited for better readability)

First time poster, don't know the rules or etiquette so please bear with me.
It feels like my world has fallen apart. I found out last night that my (35f) husband (38M) and father of an almost 3 year old and soon to be 2nd (first trimester), has been cheating on my with men throughout almost our entire relationship (9 years together, 5 years married.) I went downstairs and startled him and he hid his phone very quickly. So I took it from him, demanded his password, and found his secret instagram accounts where he's been messaging with men some very explicit things.
I quickly realized he'd hooked up with one of the guys when he was out of the country last year. He further confessed that he's always been Bi and just never felt the courage to tell me before. That almost since the beginning of our relationship, he'd be meeting up with random guys on grindr to get sucked off or fuck. In "respect of me," he only met with guys. Everytime he was out of the country for a bachelor party, or traveling he'd met random guys to hookup. He even hooked up with a guy while on a trip with me and my family before we got married - I went to bed early one night and he found a guy on grindr to fuck at the same resort we were staying at. I sometimes went on work trips and he'd bring a guy back to our house (before we had a kid). Every once in awhile when he went partying with his friends and I didn't hear from him, that was probably the reason.
His hookups are very attractive, younger men. Like early 20s. I looked throughout his instagrams, and after I had him reinstall grindr, looked at his messages there. It was a lot, but not a lot. He said he often deletes messages. He also had a seperate snapchat, which he deleted in the middle of me investigating his phone. He said they mean nothing to him, that he uses protection, that he liked the attention and feeling like he was wanted.
I point blank asked if he was actually gay and he denied it. I believe him, because I once, caught him get hard while looking at photos of women on Instagram. He used to follow and like posts of scantily clothed female instagram models until I told him it bothered me and he stopped. I also saw him getting hard watching videos of girls giving blowjobs. He also has no issue getting hard for me when we have sex. However, no one in his life now, besides me knows he's not straight. He said his attraction is 50/50 between the men and women.
We have though had issues in the bedroom and a very low sex life... because of me. In the beginning I couldn't keep my hands off him and vice versa. I was a very sexual person. I liked to go like 5 times a night before I met him. But he could really only last 1 or maybe twice, due to an issue with his equipment that he was born with. It would physically hurt him to do more. Eventually, it petered off further as my sex drive took a dive after some of my own health issues. It would physically hurt me when we had sex. It started to get really uncomfortable for me which made me not really want to do it anymore unless I was drunk and it didn't hurt as much. I also have an aversion to giving head... so that didn't help. Eventually, we would go on increasingly long stints of not having sex.. like months. I guess that's when he started to find satisfaction elsewhere.
I (then 26) tested for STDs and nothing, so never found out why the sudden change. Retrospectively, i definitely should have pursued it further, but was shamed by my older female doctor- who said it was normal to gain 20lbs in a few months and to have a decrease in sex drive. "It's called getting older"..... but that's another story.
He asked me not to break up our family. He understands if i want to leave, but that he doesn't want me to, that he loves me and wants to make us work. He says he has an addiction. That if we went back to how often we had sex in the beginning, he wouldn't need to find it elsewhere. That he'll stop cold turkey, because we mean more to him. We've already scheduled for couples counseling, and individual counseling for him. We deleted his 2nd snapchat, grindr account, and one of the instagram accounts he used to chat with guys. I may ask him to delete his other snapchat and 3 of his remaining instagram accounts. But I didn't want to completely deprive him, since I wouldn't live with out my socials...
But what kills me is why he didn't just break up with me when i couldn't give him enough of what he needed. Why did he stay with me? Why did he marry me and start a family? He's actually the one that wanted to have kids. And now I feel stuck, because I still love him. He was the sweetest, kindest, funniest guy I ever went out with. He was a caring and considerate husband, and an absolutely amazing father to our toddler.
I love him, but I don't know how I could ever trust him again. I don't know how I could ever let him touch me and not think about all the betrayal, the lies, the gaslighting. If this is a sex addiction, will I and our family ever really be enough? I don't want to give up without trying, but I'm broken. I don't know how to move forward. I'm worried this shock and all the stress will affect my pregnancy. Even though we're hiding it from my toddler, I'm having a tough time not crying in front of them.
I turned to reddit to see if anyone else can relate, can provide advise, can help me see the light.

(Note, this is one of those long, loooong “I went to Greece and this is what I did” post)
I've wanted to go to Greece since I was young. I wrote in my diary when I was 17 that I would go one day and exactly 10 years later I would actually go. Took me 4 years to save up. So I'm very happy.
I have 9 days there, 27th APR to 5th MAY
I arrived very early on the first day which is the 27th with my one backpack and one daypack, and went to Keramikos right away. Had ice cream on the way because I craved sweets after 17 hours traveling. I really love it there and it, along with Delphi, are my most favorite places I visited. I really like how tranquil it is, and I really like the museum and also the tortoises too. I had a dream about tortoises that night. Then I stopped and ate a Greek salad. I learned how to compliment food in Greek and made the waiter laugh lol. The second place I went to is the Agora and the temple of Hephaestus. The whole area is very beautiful, but I accidentally fell asleep and didn’t realize I was sitting where I shouldn’t be sitting but luckily someone woke me up. Felt bad about it :/ Well, anyway, I looked at the museum in the agora too. I really like the big shield (I didn’t know it’s a shield at first. it’s huge.). I found that I get dehydrated so quickly, so I tried to drink as often as I can. I can see the temple of Hephaestus from the agora! It look like a painting. I walked around the place, I just want to convince myself that I’m actually here first before I go to see the temple of Hephaestus. The people back home’s not gonna believe this, the temple is so pristine, so wonderfully preserved. I get to look at the inside which is not often in the pictures. Then I walked past the Monastiraki square to go to my hotel, then came out to get gyro. I slept at a hotel that night because I accidentally booked it (I intend to stay the rest of the night in Athens in a cheaper apartment).
The next day was the 28th May, initially a day trip to Delphi but as I got there I found out my booking was cancelled due to some problem so I booked a new one on the next available day which is the 30th. Initially, the 30th was the day I intended to climb Acropolis because it’s weekday/less busy, but it’s ok! so, I left my baggage in a baggage store place, and walk to Acropolis! I was very excited, my heart beat very fast all the way up and not because I’m tired or anything. I just can't believe I’m actually here. It’s very slippery, and at one point I look and see a long walk up, so I was busy looking at the path and not looking up because I was afraid of slipping, so I get to look around only once I was at the top, and when I look down I finally saw the Herodion and it is bigger and higher up than I thought, and my hair stand up. The Acropolis was ok, but the Erechtheion have always interest me more, because again, it’s on more thing that’s bigger in real life than in pictures. The path down from Acropolis is even more slippery. There were so many musicians, it’s very lively. Met a really cool guy who dressed as Spartan warrior. I walked through the Acropolis museum. I got sad about the missing karyatid, because there were 5 of them displayed, but the vacant space they left for the 6th made me sad. I hope she will stand in that spot one day (I was already missing my sisters and family too… so it feels a little personal to me.) I got really tired then so I ate another salad but this time an Athenian salad. Then I climbed Philopapou! I noticed a tall monument from the top of the Acropolis and wanted to see what it is. On the way I visited the prison of Sokrates, and then this clearing called Pnyx, and it's windy there and got a lot of shade so I slept a while before going to the top of it. Well the monument is beautiful and tall. I can't believe that, compared to the rest of the places I visited before, this monument is considered new. I got lost a bit on the way down (I didn’t go down the way I came. there is a path from the monument and I wanna see where it goes). and um, something happen on the way down. A man asked me if I want to get a coffee with him. I politely declined but that’s the first time in my hideous person life that someone ‘flirt’ with me. People don’t do that, unless as a joke. So I feel weird I guess but not bad at all. Anyway I was so tired so I call taxi with the app Freenow. it’s decent price, I think. I goes to get my baggage and walk to the apartment I’ll be staying and I found a “super food market” on the way (near Temple of Olympian Zeus) and I got some energy bars there. I watched the Temple of Zeus from behind the gate (I didn’t pay to go inside) and see the statue of Alexander the Great on the way. I wash my cloth at the apartment and ate instant rice porridge I brought from home (I was on budget, I can’t eat out every meal).
On the 29th May I woke early so I can have breakfast and hot tea because I got a little sick last night. It’s usually 35 degree celsius in my country so I’m not used to the cold. The tour office is just a few minutes walk from my apartment. I get to sit in the front of the bus and see in front, not just on the side! I’m excited because the route is ancient route, like there are temples on the way, and pass by Eleusis (I really like the book “The King must Die” by Mary Renault and it’s a location for important part of the story about Theseus) After a brief stop where I get to walk to the bridge across the Corinth canal, I finally got to Epidaurus. The theatre there is so unreal. Climbed to the top and still hear the ‘clink!’ of someone dropping a coin on the orchestra below. Museum is pretty, and the fact that almost all the statues are missing their heads are kinda eerie. there are so many medical tools in the museum too. Really made me realized about the fact that people nowaday come to Epidaurus for the theatre but people long ago come here to be treated for their illness. Very difference purposes. The tour stopped at Nafplio for lunch. Had grilled dish and learned how to squeeze lemon on meats. Also went to pharmacy to get something for a sore throat and a face mask. An hour later I was in Mycenae archeological site! I really looked forward to see the Lion gate and it did not dissappoint. Bigger and taller than I imagined. 2 years ago I painted a picture of the Lion gate, and I tried walking around for an angle that fit the one in my painting. I took one, and when I put the pictures and the painting side by side, it’s almost the same angle, just different lighting! (It was morning in my painting, but mid day when I took the picture) It’s very intimidating and I imagine it must have been very scary to defeated enemies or captives, being brought into this city and looking up from their chains to see the lions. The tomb of Atreus is chilling. Both because it’s cold inside but also because it’s, well, a tomb. A large and important one. Overall, Argolis is a beautiful region, a lot of plains and very windy. Once again very tired when I got back to my apartment, but I get to wash my hair!
The 30th is my long-awaited Delphi day tour. Like I said, this was originally on the 28th but due to problem with, I think, the app I used to book it, it got cancelled without me knowing, and the tour company is very helpful and helped me book it for a very fair price, but I’ll just have to buy tickets myself. It’s a longer drive this time, but the sceneries is beautiful. I LOVE mountains, so the views interests me all the way there (even if I didn’t get to sit in the front, and the window is tinted so it’s a little dark) I really admire bus drivers in Greece. The mountain path is narrow in the village on the way, but they’re all very good drivers. It’s quite cold up there. There are caterpillar silk nest on the pine trees that look like cotton candies. Delphi is… um, it’s like it’s not in this world. It’s like it’s from another world, and maybe you could say that it is, it’s from the world in the past, or something. I felt as if I was in a dream. I can’t explain it, but it make the place all quiet and tranquil despite all the wind and the tourists. Like there are tourists, but it also feel as though they don’t exist, but it’s doesn’t feel vacant either, but instead there’s “presence” all around that doesn’t come from the tourists. I understand now why the people in the past believe that this is center of the world, or believe that gods were here. The tour guide said to meet at the museum in an hour and a half, and I really want to go see the small temple to Athena, just beyond the athletes area, but I was afraid I wouldn’t go to the tour guide in time so I didn’t go. Kinda regrets it. Anyway I fell in love at the museum in Delphi. The artifacts inside are gorgeous, I particularly love the sphynx and the charioteer (bought a postcard of it back home) but none as gorgeous as the statue of Antinous. He’s beautiful and I’ve never seen a boy more lovely than him, even the living ones. I seen the stone that contain a ‘sheet music’ and lyrics. I remember that melody, because I played a game called Assassin’s Creed Origin once and the musician NPCs sometimes plays this music. It’s good to finally see the ‘sheet music’ itself! Had a bit of a late lunch and had feta cheese salad, it’s delicious. Another long drive back, where I get to nap a bit.There’s a dessert place nearby where I tried some pastry and then a convenient store where I bought pudding from a freezer. Greece only have 3 Lays flavours that I’ve seen but a lot of bars of grains and cereal to choose from which I really enjoy (especially the ones with honey)
On the May day, I pack my things and checked out, again with my backpack on the back and daypack on the front. I called a taxi this time, before the strike happen, so I can go to the national archeological museum. I know the museum already have place to deposit backpacks. I walked around for about 4 hours. Everything is pretty even if I was still thinking about Antinous. Everything is amazing to me there. I like to be reminded of the fact that it’s really human’s nature to make pretty things. I visited the museum giftshop too. I travelled alone with little space so I know I shouldn’t buy lots of souvenirs, but I did get a lot of postcards because I like them, and allow myself one book. Had a heated gyros outside, just a quick bite, while I wait for a ‘break’ in the strike, then take the taxi to Spata, near the airport, because I have a very early flight tomorrow. I booked a room there that’s really huge (it’s a bit expansive, because there are flight change so I had to find new hotel.) Since I arrived in the early evening, I get to wash my cloths and see it dry before the night. It’s really really cold out here now. I get to rest the whole evening and eat the food I bought earlier. (I took a foldable tupperware with me. I use them to pack lunch for work but this trip I used it to pack leftovers from tavernas). I sleep early and was kinda nervous about the flight, but I woke early too.
on the 2nd of May, I booked a taxi on Freenow since the day before so by the time the taxi arrive, I was already standing outside waiting. Again, I shouldn't have gone out to wait early and should've stayed inside the building until the taxi arrived, because it's so cold, and I think this got me sich later. The flight went well and took me to Herakleion safely. I have a little problem finding which bus goes to the city but I found it and arrived safely to the center too. I took the bus number 2 to Knossos! I got very excited when I see the road sign that indicated that Knossos was just ahead. I ate first though. I had moussaka. I bought an audio guide because I want to try touring using an audio guide, and the direction was confusing, maybe because it's not updated. I ended up walking around and around trying to find the spot the tour was talking about. Knossos is as I expected. It was mostly reconstructed, but I still had a lot of fun imagining what it could look like, and thinking about the people that lived there. It means something to me because I've always been obsessed with the minotaur since I was little, since before knowing what country the story come from. So seeing something related to, or even potentially the origin of the tale, has been super exciting to me, and also because, as I mentioned, I really like Renault's “The King Must Die”. I really love it there. The review said it’s not authentic and I agree, but to me, it matters enough that I’m here, so I’m very happy with that. Unfortunately, I spent so much time in Knossos that I didn’t spent as much as I want in Herakleion musuem! Still feel bad about that. But I get to see the bull leap frescoes, and all the pots and vases and statues with bulls on it. There’s so many thing with bulls, like a statue and a really beautiful bull head vessel and a small statuettes with people grabbing on a bull’s horns. I really love them all. I get to see the real vase with octopus. I have a blanket with Minoan octopus on it, it’s good to see the real thing. I got a tiny bronze bull replica of the one in the museum. It’s small so it doesn’t weight much. Unfortunately, for the rest of my journey, I’d be sick. It start with sore throat that evening, which progress into symptoms of sinusitis. I had to visit the pharmacy again. Hot tea didn’t help this time, my nose was too dry for too long and I think I’ve been cold for too long as well.
The 3rd of May is holiday, I know this, so I pick this as the day to travel to Chania via bus and explore Chania. I woke up when I’m ready because I’m in no rush today. I ate all the supplies I had for dinner and breakfast to make my pack light, so I head out of the hotel and walk to the bus station. I waited a while, feeling myself getting more sick. It was about 3 hours to Chania with no bathroom break so I suffered a bit, but wow, the landscape of Crete is so much different from Attika. It’s less trees and more of large bushes. All the way, the right side is the sea, and the left is the mountain. It’s beautiful. I miss the cypress though, there are less cypress in Crete. On the way though! I saw a goat with a really big horns. I think it’s one of those Cretan wild goat, which I was excited to see at Samaria gorge. I had to use the bathroom real quick after I arrived. The bus stop is near my hotel, but it’s not time to check in yet, so I went and had lunch by the harbour. Look pretty just like in the pictures I’ve seen! I had calamari and sakanagi. It’s so delicious and refreshing. They have rice which is different from the one in my country, the rice is tiny and round and cuter than the white fluffy rice at my home. I was so full. I learned about how, after you asked for the bill, they’ll give you dessert first so I really look forward to it. I got a really good dessert too, and had to sit a while because I’m so full. I walked to the hotel, and there are two identical entrance. Luckily the staff was there and show me the right entrance. My room for the last 3 nights is small and cozy, really love it. I hope to eat out at dinner, but unfortunately, by that time, my sickness got so bad, I can only walk to the nearby supermarket and buy a salad and tea with honey. Tomorrow I was supposed to go hike the Samaria gorge. I’m a regular person, I wasn’t super fit, but I’m not a weakling either, and I have hiked in my country several times but it’s a different climate (hot and wet tropical jungle, not dry and cold) and I got Covid once which got my health down so bad that I had trouble even walking up stair but I bounced back since then. But this hike is a bit longer than my longest hike, so I trained myself for it for about 6 months and got fitter than I’ve ever been. I was so ready, sooooo ready. But that night, I had to emailed them to cancelled the hike because I got a bad fever, and my throat is all red. I just tried making myself feel comfortable all night. It’s a sad 4th of May, but I got better in the evening! When I’m sure I was well, I went out. Tomorrow everything will close again so this is my last chance to buy souvenirs. I got more postcards and, since I couldn’t go to Samaria to see the goats, I bought myself a little goat plushie that have “Love Crete” embroidered on his back. I would love if I could buy plushie from different countries I visited, of an important animals of that place (I got an emu from when I was in Australia) and for dinner, there’s this place called To Xani that I’ve read review of and wanted to try so I went. I have rabbit stifado because I’ve never tried rabbit. It’s like chicken but less fat and more sweet, to me. So far, that’s my favourite dish of all I’ve tried in Greece. That night, I planed to go to church and see how Christian celebrates Easter, but unfortunately, as the night gets late, I got sick again, so I went to sleep.
The 5th, my last day, is my relaxing day, which initially I want to use it to stroll around the city and chill. Instead I lay sick almost all day. I haven’t eaten the Cretan dish on my list yet, which is last one left on my list; Cretan pie. So I went out anyway during the evening and ordered a takeaway to eat at my hotel. At least I’m happy with that, especially because I stopped to watch the sun set for the last time before I leave tomorrow.
I pre-booked a taxi which take me to the airport. I flew from Chania to Athens, then I switched to another airline that take me home, with a 4 hours stop at Istanbul. during the longest leg of the flight, which is Istanbul to my home, I got more sick so rapidly (I think the cold and dry cabin air got me) I feel so guilty because I was afraid I might make other people sick too. (I wear mask all the time). 28 hours after I left my hotel in Chania, I got home safe with a new goat friend.
So, that’s my adventure! I’m not sure why I got that sick.It’s not covid though. I noticed that the dry climate made me thirsty very often and I think maybe I was dehydrated? Or is it simply the cold? Or maybe I caught something from Greek people because I noticed a lot of people were sneezing. Is it the season? I noticed some olive trees have flowers when it’s supposed to bloom in summer, so there’s an unusual weather and that make people sick and I caught something from them?
Next time I’ll bring some medicines of my own because medicines are expansive there. Next time, I’ll be better prepared. I want to go back again, because I haven’t seen everything yet. And especially have not hiked Samaria yet. Maybe next time, I’ll go when it’s warmer, but not in the middle of European people’s summer holiday, because I don’t like too many people.
Anyway, the trip may have ended badly, but over all it’s still a wonderful trip. I learned a lot about traveling, I become motivated to start another side hustle so I can make more money to travel, I learned about life outside my country. It’s also worth everything I have been doing to get here too. Overall, I’m very very happy, and can see myself going back there again.
Actually, during the time I prepare for this trip, one of the preparation is learning how to speak Greek. I learned on free online sources, and I’m proud that I get to speak Greek to Greek people (say things like "This food is delicious" "I like it" "the weather is cold" "I'm traveling for ten days")
I think people will ask because somehow some people can tell, so I’ll answer first, yes i have autism. I don’t expect many people to read to the end but thank you if you do. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for grammar mistakes that I made. Feel free to talk about your own experience too because I always love hearing about it. I’m from Thailand by the way.