interface = peripheral.find("basic_interface") or peripheral.find("crystal_interface") or peripheral.find("advanced_crystal_interface") rednet.open("top") function dial(address) local addressLength = #address local start = interface.getChevronsEngaged() + 1 for chevron = start,addressLength,1 do local symbol = address[chevron] interface.engageSymbol(symbol) end end abydosAddress = {26,6,14,31,11,29,0} chulakAddress = {8,1,22,14,36,19,0} void = {32,6,35,15,4,38,0} lucimond = {3,12,11,33,28,14,27,19,0} -- custom lanteaAddress = {18,20,1,15,14,7,19,0} netherAeddress = {27,23,4,34,12,28,0} moonAddress = {5,32,27,7,2,17,28,11,0} -- custom marsAddress = {5,24,35,17,13,20,8,7,0} -- custom venusAddress = {29,28,20,16,25,23,35,10,0} -- custom glacioAddress = {26,20,4,36,9,27,0} spawnAddress = {10,22,17,30,1,21,27,26,0} -- custom miningDimAddress = {20,17,3,6,36,23,0} endAddress = {13,24,2,19,3,30,0} realitymarble = {18,29,10,33,22,24,0} cavum = {18,7,3,36,25,15,0} --void = {32,6,35,15,4,38,0} thebeyond = {5,25,7,33,4,31,0} undergarden = {11,18,3,2,31,26,0} lostcity = {38,1,19,18,27,30,0} --ae2spacial = {37,26,10,2,28,13,0} deepdarker = {23,18,16,7,11,38,0} twilight = {28,22,23,1,14,9,0} theather = {19,23,9,8,18,17,0} overworld = {27,25,4,35,10,28,0} theend = {13,24,2,19,3,30,0} everdawn = {25,32,28,21,12,2,0} everbright = {9,17,35,13,15,10,0} theouther = {24,22,6,2,10,19,0} --shorefaith = {34,25,5,3,7,32,2,26,0} jman = {27,23,2,30,5,24,9,34,0} alfheim = {38,23,21,5,31,16,0} blood = {19,1,9,14,5,20,0} print ("starting up") while true do print("Avaiting input from remote device:") local sender, message, protocol = rednet.receive() if message == "1" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(jman) end if message == "2" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(abydosAddress) end if message == "3" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(chulakAddress) end if message == "4" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(lanteaAddress) end if message == "5" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(cavum) end if message == "6" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(endAddress) end if message == "7" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(netherAeddress) end if message == "8" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(moonAddress) end if message == "9" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(marsAddress) end if message == "10" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(venusAddress) end if message == "11" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(glacio) end if message == "12" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(spawnAddreess) end if message == "13" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(realitymarble) end if message == "14" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(miningDimAddress) end if message == "15" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(thebeyond) end if message == "16" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(twilight) end if message == "17" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(deepdarker) end if message == "18" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(undergarden) end if message == "19" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(theather) end if message == "20" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(everbright) end if message == "21" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(everdawn) end if message == "22" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(theouther) end if message == "23" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(alfheim) end if message == "24" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(blood) end if message == "25" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(lucimond) end if message == "69" then interface.engageSymbol(0) sleep (2) dial(lostcity) end end 

while true do print(" -------V1.1-------") print(" THE JMAN DIALING PC") print(" Where To Today?") print(" -------------") print("JMAN-(1) Mining DIM-(14)") print("Abydos-(2) The Beyond-(15)") print("Chulak-(3) Twilight-(16)") print("Lantea-(4) DeepDarker-(17)") print("Cavum-(5) Undergarden-(18)") print("The End-(6) The Ather-(19)") print("Nether-(7) verBright-(20)") print("Moon-(8) EverDawn-(21)") print("Mars-(9) TheOther-(22)") print("Venus-(10) Alfheim-(23)") print("Glacio-(11) BloodDung-(24)") print("Spawn-(12) Lucimond-(25)") print("RealityMarble-(13)") print("Avaiting input:") inputs = tonumber(io.read()) rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("0") sleep(2) if inputs == 1 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("1") elseif inputs == 2 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("2") elseif inputs == 3 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("3") elseif inputs == 4 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("4") elseif inputs == 5 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("5") elseif inputs == 6 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("6") elseif inputs == 7 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("7") elseif inputs == 8 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("8") elseif inputs == 9 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("9") elseif inputs == 10 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("10") elseif inputs == 11 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("11") elseif inputs == 12 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("12") elseif inputs == 13 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("13") elseif inputs == 14 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("14") elseif inputs == 15 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("15") elseif inputs == 16 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("16") elseif inputs == 17 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("17") elseif inputs == 18 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("18") elseif inputs == 19 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("19") elseif inputs == 20 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("20") elseif inputs == 21 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("21") elseif inputs == 22 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("22") elseif inputs == 23 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("23") elseif inputs == 24 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("24") elseif inputs == 25 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("25") elseif inputs == 69 then rednet.open("back") rednet.broadcast("69") else print("Invalid input") end end 

Well it depends on you if you wanna stay anonymous or not. Iam looking for someone to talk to .i have free time to chat. And since all my friends are busy with their work , i just thought i would look for someone who is up for some conversations. You don't have to be super quick at replying or anything. If you wanna talk and share stuff with someone over the phone, ping me !

This is not the cute and unproblematic couple you might think it is. My source is a friend who has known both and has has been moderately close to them- I can verify it. Vishnu is from Panchkula. What Noida is to Delhi, Panchkula is to Chandigarh. Vishnu has ALWAYS used others to climb up the social ladder in Chandigarh- right from the beginning when he had less than 1,000 followers. And he has never been thankful to the people who helped him in the beginning, in fact he has never looked back and kind of dumped all his friends. He moved to Delhi roughly in 2019, where he used more people to get where he wanted to. He acts like he is super cute and childish, which is why people adore him. But the truth is that this is just a face he puts up to trick people into thinking he is harmless, and then uses this to his advantage to manipulate those around him and his followers.
I could give many examples, but that would be a threat to my source’s anonymity.
Diksha is also a social climber, who was using Komal Pandey first. And when she saw another fish that she could catch, she quickly dumped Komal. That fish is Vishnu Kaushal.
I don’t know why no one talks about it, but the way Diksha would hype up Komal by reposting her content on her stories, was just a way to please Komal , so that she could stay in her circle, and she could continue to benefit from it. I don’t know why people can’t see, but I have always sensed that the “hyping” was fake. I used to follow Diksha, but I could not take it anymore, seeing her repost komal’s content over and over again, and fake-hyping her all the time, so I unfollowed her.
Also, the way she talks, she has a weird accent which is not real. She never used to talk like that before my sources also verified the same.
People have a soft corner for her because she has adopted a blind dog, but I can assure you that was also a publicity stunt. Once again I cannot reveal details. Otherwise, I would have given some facts to support my claims. But, I can at least let you all know that she adopted the blind dog from a very famous Instagram page that had very good number of followers and reach, whereas Diksha was hardly at 50 K at that time. Though she is a dog lover, and she probably would have adopted a dog nevertheles, but she chose to adopt from this page because she knew that she could use it to her benefit, and she was right. That page gave her multiple shout outs and as a result, she gained a lot of followers from that stunt and also gained a lot of sympathy from her existing followers. You guys probably don’t understand, but influencers go to any heights to do things that would benefit them in their career and help them climb the social ladder
As a couple, Diksha and Vishnu are not unroblematic. They showcase themselves to be this very cute couple, but there are just a couple of social climbers, doing business together, minting money at the expense of fooling their followers by acting all cute and childish. Time and again they have indulged in PDA. While there is nothing wrong with showing affection, but they have done it even at social settings, where people from our parents, age group are present which has made things very, very awkward.
In the end, I would just like to say that don’t trust influencers blindly. They are just using your trust to advance in their careers. Nothing that they say can be trusted. Choose very carefully who you follow because it really matters! There are good influencers also, just trust your gut and try to see who is adding value to your life and who is just deceiving you. Let’s not give these crooks the attention that they don’t deserve.
Edit: A lot of people in the comments are saying that it’s normal for celebrities and influencers to do social climbing. If done in an ethical manner, sure. But using and dumping your friends? How is that being normalised? It’s very selfish, disrespectful and disgusting. And I don’t think it’s unproblematic.

Good evening,
So in my online language exchange explorations of today, I recently came upon a lady from a neighboring country of mine. The conversation was brief, and I decided to confront the passive aggresiveness this time around instead of flying away (blocking her only).
She wanted help translating a short text to English and I assisted her. We spoke about martial arts. I noticed she practiced Jiu-Jitsu and mentioned this to her, she said she no longer practiced. In an innocent way I asked "oh why? why did you quit it? you could have won a gold medal for your country at the Paris Olympics" I did not expect her immediate response "this is the first time that I hear someone say quitted", politely I told her that I had just mentioned quit it, not quitted, quickly she replied "my bad, I did not understand". Conversation went for a bit further until she passively attacked again "I'm not anyone to judge, because you see my English is not good (she laughs) I think you speak English like Sofia Vergara".
Now here starts my own mind game. In the past I could have thought she was saying an innocent remark, but I know, that there is something to this person that sounds intentionally mean, like trying to harm my self-esteem. My first action is to run out of the situation and just block her. Then I keep thinking, why did she say this? It hurts me, but at the same I know that it is not true, because I did my Bachelor's degree in this language, I have studied in two continents, my English results are C2, and many people including teachers have complimented my good language skills, but it still hurts. I quickly rush to unblock her and I record a message to her "well, you learn something new every day, this is the very first time in my life that I'm told I sound like Sofia Vergara, which is rather awkward considering I have published material in this language." Then I proceeded to report her to the platform, and finally block her.
I think my second action was healthier than just blocking her right?

Good evening,
So in my online language exchange explorations of today, I recently came upon a lady from a neighboring country of mine. The conversation was brief, and I decided to confront the passive aggresiveness this time around instead of flying away (blocking her only).
She wanted help translating a short text to English and I assisted her. We spoke about martial arts. I noticed she practiced Jiu-Jitsu and mentioned this to her, she said she no longer practiced. In an innocent way I asked "oh why? why did you quit it? you could have won a gold medal for your country at the Paris Olympics" I did not expect her immediate response "this is the first time that I hear someone say quitted", politely I told her that I had just mentioned quit it, not quitted, quickly she replied "my bad, I did not understand". Conversation went for a bit further until she passively attacked again "I'm not anyone to judge, because you see my English is not good (she laughs) I think you speak English like Sofia Vergara".
Now here starts my own mind game. In the past I could have thought she was saying an innocent remark, but I know, that there is something to this person that sounds intentionally mean, like trying to harm my self-esteem. My first action is to run out of the situation and just block her. Then I keep thinking, why did she say this? It hurts me, but at the same I know that it is not true, because I did my Bachelor's degree in this language, I have studied in two continents, my English results are C2, and many people including teachers have complimented my good language skills, but it still hurts. I quickly rush to unblock her and I record a message to her "well, you learn something new every day, this is the very first time in my life that I'm told I sound like Sofia Vergara, which is rather awkward considering I have published material in this language." Then I proceeded to report her to the platform, and finally block her.
I think my second action was healthier than just blocking her right?

From the beginning...
Cast

Part 2, Chapter 10

The next morning dawns cold and clear. It is plain that autumn is upon the land, and with the Great Glacier just leagues to the north, winter will come soon. The party goes about their morning business, eating (everyone), checking the state of the beard and deciding whether or not to shave it off (Arthur, generally, but also Atticus as Novos doesn’t grow a beard and Zander doesn’t shave his), climbing into armor (pretty much everyone except Dillium, Felicity, and Pocky), feeding and loading horses and asses (pretty much everyone, but particularly Zander, Arthur, Atticus, and Pocky), and finally packing up the pavillionsol (Dillium). Ready for the day’s journey, the group mounts up. On cue, the guide appears, apparently having prepared well ahead. If he’s irritated that the party slept all the way until dawn, he has the good grace to keep that to himself.
Felicity speaks up. “We’ve changed our minds, actually. I don’t think there’s any particular benefit in going to Dragon’s Perch—”
“I agree.”
“—so we’re going to go to Samek instead.”
“Samek? Hmmm. Do they know you are coming? If they don’t, it will take them a while.”
“No, they don’t know we’re coming, that I am aware of.”
The guide nods once and sets out. Much of the day is uneventful, and it does warm up to a comfortable level. By late afternoon, those with tender backsides are wondering when the ride will conclude when the guide raises his hand in a universal gesture of ‘stop and shut up a minute.’ The party still hasn’t learned that gesture, but fortunately there are no giants about [1]. “We’re here,” is all he says.
“Where?” “I don’t see anything.” “What are we supposed to see?” Like tourists on vacation, they peer around in all directions. They can’t see the entrance for the hill. Or rather, the entrance to the gnomish town of Samek is so well hidden in the side of the hill that for a while, only Dillium can see the faint outline of the round doorway. One by one, Flea, Arthur, and Zander finally pick it out. Novos is absolutely certain they are playing a prank on him. Arthur is first. Knocking on the hill seems odd, but practically before he gets a third knock, a small hole opens up around waist height. Two beady little eyes peer out (at Arthur’s belt).
“What!?”
“We are here—”
“So I see.” The window closes.
Zander walks up and knocks. The same window opens, and the same beady little eyes peer out.
“What!?”
“Do you know who I am?” Zander asks.
The beady little eyes look him up and down. “No,” and the window closes.
Dillium tries next. Knock, window, eyes. “Good day. We are here to see—”
“So see.” Window shuts.
Novos walks up. “I know how to do this.” Knock, window, eyes, increasingly aggravated tone. “Let us in.”
“No.”
Felicity has had enough of this. Walking up to the door, she stands for a moment gathering her thoughts. Knock, window, eyes, aggravated tone. “Good day. I’m here on behalf of the Duke of Soravia to see the wise men of your town, or those in charge.”
“Which ones?”
“What?”
“Which ones, the wise men, or those that are in charge?”
“How about if we start with the ones in charge, and perhaps they will decide to allow us to speak with the wise ones.”
The beady little eyes peer out, look around at the party, and appear to give that some thought. “Wait here.” The window closes.
Minutes pass. Tens of minutes pass. Novos gets bored and walks up to the door. He barely gets a third knock in before the window opens. A different set of beady little eyes peers out, and a different aggravated voice says, “What do you want now?”
“We’ve been waiting for a while, and—”
“—And you’ll continue to wait!.” The window slams shut unnecessarily roughly.
“Why you—” Rough arms grab Novos from behind and pull him away before he can do something regretful.
“We’ll wait, as they’ve asked,” Felicity says. She looks around to ask the guide how long they can expect to wait, but he’s disappeared.
The evening passes. As the cold sets in, Atticus and Pocky gather enough light branches for a fire. There’s no benches or logs to sit on, so they squat or sit on the ground. Arthur has taken to pulling off portions of his armor and working on polishing and repairing the scorch marks from the lava snakes [2]. Atticus and Mar debate the relative benefits of following the letter of the law versus being merciful, though in the end, both of them seem to be arguing the same things in violent agreement. Pocky falls asleep against Modred’s side as Beaker plays with a bone left over from… Wait, where did he get that bone anyway?
Finally, the reality that the night is upon them sets in. A proper camp is set, and watches begin. Zander takes the first watch, but sees nothing of interest. He does hear the chirping of grasshoppers, the droning of the cicadas, and the baying of the hounds. Suddenly, the hounds stop. Unnerved, Zander wakes Arthur, who has the next watch. Arthur, Atticus, and Zander take a turn around the camp, but cannot see nor hear anything that sounds like dogs. Arthur agrees to start his watch a few minutes early and Zander takes Pocky inside the pavillionsol to sleep. Arthur’s, and then Dillium’s watches pass uneventfully. Novos, as normal, takes the last watch. As usual, he is so wrapped up with his puzzle box that he notices absolutely nothing.
The cold morning brings breakfast, bickering, and an irritated Novos marching up to the door to bang on it. “We’ve been here all night,” he informs the guard.
“Yes. Yes you have.” The window closes.
Knock. Window. Eyes. “When will we see—”
“When it is time.” The window closes.
Before he can knock again, Dillium grabs his wrist, pushing him back, she squares herself to the door. “When it is time, please inform us.” She says to the closed window.
The window opens and two beady little eyes peer out. A slightly irritated voice replies, “What else would we do?” The window closes.
Several hours pass as the valley warms up. Arthur, Pocky, Atticus, and Mar all work on armor, doing the necessary daily ritual of dusting, oiling, checking rivets to make sure they are still tight and sound. Polish is applied, worked into the metal, and removed. Bickering, some good natured and others not, flows. At midmorning, the guide turns up suddenly, and squats down near the fire. Minutes later, the window opens and familiar eyes peer out. Felicity quickly crosses over to the door.
“Is the council ready for us?” She asks.
“Council? You wanted to speak with those who lead.”
“Yes. I assume that would be your leadership council.” Felicity replies.
“So it is. So it is. There certainly are a lot of you. You can’t all come.” The window closes.
Felicity thinks quickly and makes a motion to Dillium. Knocking gently, she waits for the window to open. “How many of us may come?” She asks sweetly.
“Uhm… “ The window closes. A minute later it re-opens. “Three.” The gnome says.
“Fine. I agree.”
“You agree? I mean, Yes, of course you agree. Come, come!” Suddenly in a hurry, the gnome opens the door, which slides open silently.
As Felicity and Dillium take a step toward the door, the guide steps up behind them. “Where are you going?” Flea asks imperiously.
“The little ones know me.”
“Which ones?”
The guide thinks. “Mayhaps all of them?” With a slight shrug, Felicity accepts that, and they all pass into a dark room, barely tall enough to stand up in.
Dillium is the tallest of the small group, and she has to stoop over to get through the passageway. The guide bends his head down a bit, but Felicity strides forward as if she owns the place, the top of her hair only occasionally brushing the ceiling of the passage. There are guards in dark metal armor in front and behind, but the guard who let them in the door is wearing a much more colorful shirt. As their eyes grow accustomed to the darkness, they note that there are luminescent lichens on the walls, providing a dim light that casts no shadows and fails to illuminate the armored gnomes.
The corridor stretches on for ages. There are branching tunnels to either side, and once, down. Tiny faces can be seen in the dim light as word spreads of the Big’uns. Dillium’s back is screaming by the time they finally reach a room and stop. A door on one side of the room is guarded by two more of the dark-skinned, dark-armored gnomes and a small fire is burning in the middle of the room. The benches around the room are designed for shorter legs and smaller butts, so the guide simply squats down. Dillium sits and starts to work the kinks out of her back. The guards don’t speak, but every once in a while, a face peers in through the open doorway they came in. Some faces are much smaller than others, and a motherly hand frequently grabs the tot and hustles them along.
The trio waits.
***
Pocky and Zander practice sword work as Atticus watches and occasionally tosses out suggestions. Mar naps. Arthur works on removing scorch marks from his armor while Novos plays with his puzzle box and loafs. Something draws Arthur’s attention. As he looks up, he sees eyes staring at him intently peering out from a bush. Without breaking eye contact, he feels around until he grabs Novos’ head and points it at the bush. Novos stares, uncertain what he’s meant to be looking at. “Zander!” Arthur hisses. He points at the bush with too many eyes. Well, two is too many for a bush. Zander looks. He looks some more. Arthur looks away for a moment, and when he looks back, the eyes are gone. Everyone runs over and crowds around the bush. Novos sees what looks like prints—paw prints not unlike Modred’s pawprints, though Modred is being lazy over next to the pavillionsol. Novos looks around, but sees no other paw prints. The men walk around the bush looking for other tracks, but only manage to obscure everything.
***
An hour passes. The guide lounges as if he has nothing on his mind. Dillium meditates, while Felicity tries to work out what the team’s next move should be. Somewhat abruptly, a young gnome opens the door and comes through. “Ready are you?” The darkened room has only a few dim lights. An ancient gnome sits on a three-legged stool in the middle of the room, a small rod in his hand. Eight or nine other gnomes cluster around the small room, some sitting on tiny gnome-sized benches, others standing. Any whispering that might have been going on ceases when the Big’uns come into the chamber.
The eldest speaks. “Warren. Several turnings it has been since last among us you came. Tell. What is the state of the above-realm?”
“They grow bolder. I have seen them throughout the valley, and without fear. If you are to act, you might contemplate doing so soon.” The gnomes chatter amongst themselves in a foreign tongue. The elder lets it go for a few minutes, then he raps on the floor with his rod. Silence returns.
“As I have feared it is. Soon must we act. Well to see you it is. Not so long to visit should you wait.” Turning his attention to Felicity, he inquires, “Please to tell name and purpose for disturbing.”
Felicity tells who she is, and allows Dillium to introduce herself. Flea announces that war is soon to be upon the land. The Duke of Soravia needs friends and allies for the coming conflict, and wishes to include the gnomes. The gnomes chatter nervously, and some of the chatter sounds of anger or fear. Again, the elder waits several minutes and then raps his rod upon the ground.
“Aware of the duke we are, but no call to extend friendship hand we have heard. What does the duke wish of us?” The chatter now is less nervous and more fearful.
“The danger to us all is great, but the duke understands that each should contribute within their talents and means. I suggest that your greatest assistance may lie in logistics, and supply. Perhaps providing some of the greatly admired gnomish craftsmanship would help to raise funds. Any assistance that you willingly provide for the benefit of one and all is exactly enough.” The chatter and babble of the gnomes in the room sounds almost relieved, but still a touch fearful. The elder allows it to go on for several minutes before he raps on the floor once. Saying something in gnomish, he raises his hand. One by one, the gnomes lift their hands out parallel to the floor. It takes a moment or two, but finally all of them agree.
“Determine what we can contribute, we must. If any. As talk we must, a favor for us could you do.” He speaks a few words of gnomish before continuing.
***
“So what is inside that puzzle box you keep playing with?” Arthur asks. He seems more tired of the delay than curious, and is simply passing the time. Mar casts an irritated glance at Novos.
“Dunno. Perhaps a great treasure. Maybe all the misfortune in the world. Probably nothing. Dillium gave it to me months ago.” He continues manhandling it, pushing, prodding, tapping, and so on.
Zander comes over and plops down next to Novos. “Can I have a go?”
“Sure.” Novos hands the box over to Zander, who takes it gingerly in his large rough hands. After a minute or two of working with it to no avail, he hands it over to a beckoning Arthur who seems to have seen something the others missed. He didn’t. Atticus and Mar both have a go before Pocky takes a turn. In three deft moves, the box is opened, revealing an empty space in the middle, roughly large enough for three large silver coins stacked on top of each other. He shrugs as he hands it back to Novos.
With a sigh, Novos starts trying to close the box.
*** “Many generations ago, when but a babe my own great-grandsire’s great-grandsire was, did Callarduran Smoothands of a king tell us. When nigh was the time would he arise. Half of a golden crown he gave us, and a tomb of a great warrior king showed he us. When greatest was our need, take our half of the golden crown to the tomb we are to do, and with the other half reunite it. Drawing close the time is. Our enemies the tomb have discovered we fear. The other half of the crown have they stolen. Taken our birthright, they have. The other half of the crown return to us?” [3]
Dillium recognizes Callarduran Smoothands from a lecture that seemed to last forever, but probably was just before lunchtime. Callarduran is the god of the Svirfneblin, and is held in high regard—perhaps more so than the head of the gnomish pantheon, Garl Glittergold [4].
“Who are these enemies?” Felicity asks.
“Evil ones they are. From us they rob. Our people they kill. Monsters they are.”
An older gnome arrives from the darkness. He is wearing dark armor, and carrying a soft bag made of what appears to be moss. The eldest reaches into the bag and withdraws an arc of gold. It certainly appears to be what you’d expect half a tiara or head band to look like, but it is nearly entirely devoid of ornamentation or decoration. The full crown must be rather plain indeed. Dismissing the trio with a “Think on your words we will,” Felicity, Dillium, Warren (the guide), and Ser Reginald the gnome are escorted from the hall and out of Samek.
Ser Reginald greets them as friends, and chatters through much of the trek up to the surface. He says he is one of a very few remaining ‘royal escorts,’ first named soon after Callarduran Smoothands gave them their half of the crown. They have, over many many many many many many generations (he was unable to count them all), been responsible for guarding the crown and preparing for the arrival of the king. He’s fought the evil ones, and admitted to hunting and killing them in their beds, but would not give a physical description of them. He also admitted that he knew precisely where the tomb was, but had never been inside, “as the time was not yet to hand.”
Finally, they reach the doorway to the outside. With a warning to shield their eyes lest they be struck blind by the sun, Ser Reginald leads the group out to find the rest of the party scrambling to their feet. To the consternation of Ser Reginald, they take the time to break camp, saddle their beasts, and mount up. Ser Reginald wants nothing to do with the horses, so the party creeps along at gnomish walking pace. It is quite possibly the slowest escort quest ever.
Several hours later, the group approaches yet another clearing when they everyone hear a loud rumbling WHOMP! Everyone recognizes it as the sound of rocks falling inside a cave or building. Ahead, a cloud of dust pours out of a cut stone entrance into a hill. “We need to get a move on. The evil ones are already inside!” cries Ser Reginald.
Leaving the horses and asses outside, the party enters the main hall. Arthur asks Atticus to remain with Pocky and the animals, but Mar accompanies the group inside. The moderately sized room has two doorways, though both appear to have been blocked by the recent rock movement. A few minutes of contemplation leads Arthur to believe that one side would take considerable effort to unblock, while the other could be done rather quickly. As he gets to work, the others take in their surroundings. Just inside the door is a carving in an archaic form of common that says “Allies Over Enemies”. Zander notes that there is some indication that there is a test, and one of the mostly broken archways has the word ‘Wit’ carved above it. Felicity notes that according to the archaic writing, there are two tests inside. Dillium is drawn to the faded frescos, though they tend to depict war and destruction.
Soon enough Arthur has the passageway cleared well enough, and the party groups up to go into a large room. The door slides shut smoothly behind them, though there is a door on the far side. Arthur inspects it, “just in case” it is unlocked. It isn’t. The room is more or less devoid of decoration or ornamentation, but there are four columns, one each corner of the room. Novos looks at the column, but fails to note that each side has a letter on it. He does see that he can turn the column one quarter turn, so he does. Once it turns, it refuses to turn again. Members of the party spread out to try to understand the test. Someone notices that there is a small mark on the wall beside each column, but it takes everyone writing down the letters on each column before someone decides to make an effort to coordinate. Arthur suggests that since each column contains an “L”, they should turn the L’s toward the center. Novos points out that he can’t turn the column any further, but Zander turns another column easily. Mar turns another one. As Novos leans up against his column, it turns. The party realizes that the columns can be turned to spell words, and Mar identified the word that was spelled out when they entered. This gets the group going, and with some tactics employed, spell out a word that they hope will open the door. As the last column clicks into place, the door opens smoothly.
The doorway leads to a huge cavern with a five-foot wide natural stone bridge crossing what appears to be a deep, wide chasm. The cavern is pitch black, and while there might be some air movement, the ceiling is too far above and the floor of the chasm too far below to see. The party sets up a marching order with Arthur in the lead and Novos in the rear. Dillium Lights up her staff so that the humans can see and they set out. Ten or fifteen paces across, the party is surprised to come under attack by arrows and javelins. Everyone dodges out of the way of the poorly thrown darts, but one strikes home. No one can see where the javelins came from, or whether it is some sort of trap or if they were thrown. Unfortunately, no one notices that one of the party members has fallen off the stone bridge, either. At the other end of the bridge is a door that opens easily, and everyone makes it into a small foyer. Except for Felicity, who lies at the bottom of the chasm, nearly impaled by a stalagmite. [5] Novos disappears and makes his way to the bottom of the chasm where he finds Felicity and feeds her his last healing potion. Zander pulls out his Wonderous Figurine and activates it. A good-sized wyvern appears on the bridge. He tells it to go down into the chasm and bring back the human. He might have said ‘woman’ but the stone wyvern doesn’t know the difference anyway. It takes off and glides down into the chasm below, and when it finds a human, the wyvern grabs it with his sharp claws and brings it back up to Zander. Novos picks himself up, dusts himself off, and winces at the fresh puncture wounds. Zander, a little annoyed, tells the wyvern to go get the other one, and he does, fresh puncture wounds and all.
Meanwhile, Arthur, Dillium, Mar, and Ser Reginald continue on into a large room. The room is dominated by a huge stone in the middle, with some sort of gemstone embedded in. They also see a dog-like creature standing on the stone, with a piece of golden metal in one hand and a bow in the other. Ser Reginald shouts, “The evil one has the other half of the crown! Get it!” Arthur races forward and Smites the creature.
Mar snarls, “Gnolls. I should have known their stench. She manifests a Spiritual Weapon and attacks with it, then casts a Guiding Bolt. The gnoll, clearly outmatched, fires his bow (missing) and climbs down off the stone. By this time, Novos, Zander, and Felicity have come in (minus the wyvern). Novos speeds over to take a flanking position on the gnoll, but the recent puncture wounds from the wyvern still ache, and he misses entirely.
Around the same time, a larger group of gnolls, armored and armed with swords and axes, enter from the other side and take up positions. One of the larger ones raises his axe to cut down Novos, but one of the gnolls barks out something in a barking sort of bark. All of the gnolls stop and refrain from attacking. Except the one with the huge gash down his front from Arthur. He comes up with a sword and stabs at the air near Arthur. Dillium, likewise shouts for Arthur and Novos (and Mar) to stop.
“Who leads?” asks the female gnoll, as she wraps her shawl around her.
Zander raises his hand. “That would be me. I am the leader of Task Force Chimera.” He sheathes his sword and meets the female gnome in the middle of the room. “I am Zander Roaringhorn, from Cormyr. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”
“Raa’ka. Ssand’r. Sand’r.” Her mouth doesn’t quite make all the sounds as she tries to get his name right. She tells Zander that they are here to fulfil a prophecy that tells of an Alpha Gnoll that will arise in their hour of need. Unfortunately, the crown is… not what they expected. Arthur climbs up on the stone and agrees that the gemstone in the middle seems to connect two pieces of a crown—there’s three pieces total, rather than the two that both the gnolls and gnomes thought.
“Give me the crown!” Ser Reginald cries. Mar snarls.
“I will not. Perhaps we should put the crown together, and then figure out what to do. It is obvious neither of us have the whole tale.” Ser Reginald, thoughtful, agrees.
“You put your piece in first, then.” He says.
“No you put yours in.” Raa’ka replies.
Arthur says, “How about you put them in together. At the same time,” clarifies when the gnolls seem unsure. He jumps down from the stone and gives Ser Reginald a boost up. Raa’ka needs no help.
Gently placing the two pieces of the crown in small cutouts in the stone that appear to be made exactly for their pieces. Ser Reginald and Raa’ka watch for a moment. “Now what?” The crown welds itself together before their eyes. The gem in the center pulses, then shines brightly. Then the whole crown sinks down into the stone. “NO!”
The room rumbles and shakes. The giant stone is cracked into pieces as Raa’ka and Ser Reginald leap to safety. As the dust swirls around and the rumbling fades away, all hear a booming voice.
“AT LAST I AM FREE!”

End of part 10.


[1] Unlike last chapter.
[2] in Chapter 8
[3] Modified slightly from Race for the Crown, Adventures of the Potbellied Kobold, by Jeff Stevens Games.
[4] The Gnomish Pantheon
[5] Remember, stalagmite “might” reach the ceiling, and stalactites hang on tite to the ceiling. Or, you can do the boring National Parks Service way of remembering.

Yesterday I said goodbye to my girlfriend of 1.5 years at the airport. I had a long distance relationship with her, she came to visit me. We have had a pretty toxic relationship, she was really controlling and jealous as well as explosive. I learned from her pretty quickly it was because she had BPD. The relationship had push/pull but escalated to a really bad place. I recently admitted to her that in different times I had a crush on my roommate but I had never had an emotional affair or cheated physically because in my head as long as there was no action to it, i wouldn't be betraying her. But I wasn't transparent with her about it until lately. The already abusive relationship escalated to a really bad place. She had said to me that she could forgive everything, but I wasn't sure I was able to continue because I didn't know if I had it in me to turn over a new leaf and process my grief and depression (my father, grandmother, and uncle died within six months). She was upset when I said I didn't know if I could continue the relationship at this time because I couldn't deal with the toxicity of it and work on my own issues at the same time right now. She left the apartment and disappeared for 8 hours, turning off her location. I knew then and there that she was at a bar getting drunk; she is a recovering addict and has been sober for a year. After she came home, she was aggressive towards me and at one point yanked me by my hair. The next day when we talked, she cried about how she had hurt me. Days later, I can talked to her about how I was poly (she has known this since we started dating). I told her that even through things have been toxic and controlling, one of the other issues for us was that I am poly and I don't know that I can do Monogamy forever; I don't know what I want in three years. she called me sadistic and perverted. She proceeded to leave the apartment that night at 10pm and went on a drunken cocaine binge. I reached out to friends of her at 3 in the morning, and I went out looking for her in bars because I was worried about her safety. She came home at 7 in the morning and hit me four times. The events that happened after that were so painful. I ended up getting a hotel for her and she asked me to stay with her because she didn't want to be alone for the next days. On the 2nd day, I asked her if she had relapsed with cocaine any other time in our relationship and she started to raise her voice. I got really scared and shaky, I think I am traumatized. I got up from the bed and told her that she was scaring me. She got upset. Saying to me if I am so scared, I don't need to be there, that she is not a monster, that I train martial arts so it is bullshit that I am scared. She started to put her clothes on and I sat by the door silently because even though she was scared I didn't want her to leave and go on another binge. After a few hours I left, and when I left i got so upset thinking back to how much she gaslight me, that she was trying to say to me that she would work through her shit that led to her beating me, but couldn't even face seeing me scared. In all of this, it was about her feelings, never once did she ask what I needed, how I was feeling, even though she had beaten me. And she put it on me that it was my responsibility to take care of her. Later her friend reached out and begged me to check on her and said to me that it was my fault. That I hurt her too so it was my fault. I know moving in with my roommate was wrong, and that was my greatest fault. But it feels crazy to me that they want to equate that to her beating me and emotionally abusing me. I got her a hotel for three nights, took care of her after she beat me, and somehow her friend wants to say that I am the fucked up one? I went to check on her and she proceeded to blame me for her relapsing and saying that getting her a hotel was the least i could do. I left again. Then at 3 in the morning she asked me to come back to talk calmly. I sat there and listened to her drunk talk to me for 40 minutes and i just couldn't take it. Since she has hit me, she has tried to change the narrative saying I beat her. She has told her mom and friends that I was aggressive with her. I have never once put my finger on her. I ended up leaving, saying to her that I wanted to talk when she was sober. She didn't take that well and chased me down the street with a camera trying to say to me that I abused her. She went on a crazy coke binge after that. I texted her a closure message saying that I love her and am sad that things escalated this far. Sorry for my mistake of moving in with my roommate and despite everything I wish her the best. She proceeded to rage text me terrible things for the next 3 hours, blaming me for her relapse and putting a strange man in her room. I asked her for her therapists number to try to get in contact, but she wouldn't give it to me. I blocked her after that, later she reached out to my sister to talk to me again before she went to the airport. I went to say goodbye, in this she listened to what I had to say and begged for it not to be over. I told her I love you but I can't get back together with you after everything. She couldn't accept and was texting me things, but once she saw I wasn't changing my mind she blocked me. Today she unblocked me to rage text me that I have to tell her mother she didn't do coke and it is my fault that her mom knows and that she may not have a place to live because of me. I blocked her everywhere after that.
This whole thing is so traumatizing. I look back on the 1.5 years and realize how much I have been emotionally abused and take advantage of. I know I am not perfect, but I guess I am just looking for advice on how to heal from all this trauma and go forward in my life. I am still in shock over how everything ended.

Greetings to all.
Given the anonymity of the site, I decided to share my experience having dealt with my parents as an opportunity to vent a little. Normally, I do not post about personal issues anywhere on the internet, but this is a topic that I've made the exception for. Writing about it helps me put many thoughts in order. It’s difficult to leave things in the past when many of the behaviors of a person keep carrying on to this day, so I’ve got justification.
I'm in my mid-to-late 20s, and my parents are from the age range 50s-60s. My father has been a non-existant presence regarding the emotional side of parenting ever since I was a kid. My mother, on the other hand, has been emotionally immature, manipulative and the most hypocritical person I have ever met by quite a large margin.
My parents themselves have had to deal with neglectful parents in their time, so I am dealing with them repeating a cycle, so it seems. Remnants, I presume, because truth be told, they have managed to have given me with a few aspects that they weren't given, namely, proper financial support.
On that note, my parents are the typical type of parents that justify their deplorable emotional side of their parenting with materialism. As such, repeteadly throughout the years, the typical accusation has been that of the "ungrateful child" in the discussions that we've had. Every argument they made in defense of themselves has been based on their materialistic providence. They've always expected me to give them all of the positive emotional attachment that they have never given me in the first place and to accept all of the emotional negativity they have given me on this basis.
My father has never shown guidance nor emotional support of any kind growing up, not even now. He was/is a man committed to his work and providing for us, and left the emotional side of things to my mother. He's played the role of the passive parent in conflicts.
My mother has been... deplorable. Manipulation, childish tantrums, exaggerations, irritation, lies, gaslightning, projection, guilt tripping, push and pull tactics, passive-agressivenes, open hostility, wrathfulness... I could go on and on about all the negativity she has CONSISTENTLY shown me throughout the years, especially during adolescence.
Growing up as a kid, on the parenting side, I did get hurt plenty by a few aspects, as I've always had a soft spot for my parents. During adolescence, the period from 2010s onwards, until relatively recently, I fell to an emotionally dettachment/numbness towards them, and to family in general. I was in a state of severe depression and anxiety, especially that's when I developed social anxiety, and was also dealing with issues with high school. I ignored my family (I regret only not spending time with the ones that truly loved me and are now gone. The rest of my family was/is toxic). I pushed my little sibling away until they stopped trying to get closer over a few years. I put up a strong barrier against my parents, that helped me well to deal with their barrage of negativity, especially from my mother and her vitriolic hostile immaturity. It failed plenty of times, though. I do remember times where I would emotionally retaliate or have breakdowns. My mother would get extremely upset if I didn't answer to her provocations all that time, and would proceed to be more hostile to me. I also learned to not share anything with them, because they would not provide any support, rather weaponize the issue against me or dismiss/minimze/mock it. My mother had noticed the push and pull dynamic she's done and for a time used it willingly and also has attributed it to me mockingly. My mother also takes her anger on whoever she wished, anger that stemmed from situations she faced or by cause of another family member. My family (almost all) has always been prone to treating non-family members better than itself; the negativity is reserved for family, and it was important to maintain a front to them. I, naturally, treated other people instead simply because I wasn’t going to give what I didn’t receive from my family (not 100%, though, I have shown appreciation). Of course, this would upset my mom greatly, whose hypocrisy knows no bounds. Simultaneously, I did seek out any semblance of emotional support and love here and there, hoping, since childhood, that they would change. We had many issues, and my mother would always say she would be better next time, only for things to go back to how they've always been, a cycle of emotional instability.
During 2020, I ruminated about my family situation and how the decade had been between me and my mother, how she's been as a mother figure. I desired to lay it all out to my mother, given the chance, and it presented itself. Come december, we had a talk and I did so, as best I could, due to her interruptions. She did say something I didn't register at the time: she said that she wanted to be closer to me and asked me what she could do to make it so. I ignored that and continued talking. The conversation ended on my terms. That month, on the last day, I saw her breakdown crying. That was also the year I didn't attend the annual family meeting for the first time ever, because she was there.
These next three years were more of the same between us, with slight improvements in some areas. I spent, again, ruminating about family, but from a different standpoint. I had faced my deeply-rooted emotional dettachment in general and focused on improving myself, thanks to my depression subsiding and making GREAT advancements on my anxiety. I was committed to FEEL again, and try to, hopefully, attempt a deep talk about our situation again and maybe, get things going, if the opportunity presented itself. I also reflecte don whether or not I should stand up for myself more against bad treatment from my parents (I have always largely avoided confrontations, I can’t handle them well). I especially was looking back at how she said she wanted to get closer to me back then and offering a change. I thought maybe that was sincere, because she had never done that before, and with that demeanor. On the matter at hand, I gained a lot of knowledge from studying about narcissists, and emotionally immature parents in general. It always made sense for the way my parents were, but I had not known before then the extent to which it did.
Something unexpected happened last year. My mother was going through a rough situation on the phone (work) and I happened to be there in the room, along with my dad. We were getting ready to head out and I was preparing myself. My mother began making a drama because I wasn't planning to go dressed how she wanted me to and I dismissed her as I always did. She then shot up, and physically pushed me. I was taken aback but stabilized and stood ground. She faced me and completely EXPLODED in rage yelling, I had never seen her stare at me like that. I do not think I will ever forget that stare, she looked unhinged. She blurted out something about me wanting to hit her before (she did this a few times before, lying in front of my dad). I looked at her and I blanked out mentally momentarily. I, then, made a HUGE mistake, looking back. I do not know why, but I felt the urge to explode yelling too. My father was extremely concerned and was trying to calm us. I just kept staring and yelling things at her until she backed down and I stormed out, now semi-conscious, blurting out "I'd beat anyone, no matter who" as a bluff to scare them, because it was me in actuality who was terrified and so, so lost. We never spoke of that day again and things were back to normal. Later on that year, I came to my mother and I asked if we could move on and tried to once again, connect with her. We did, and we carried on.
Come this year, I was preparing myself for a task I was doing. My parents were trying to micro-manage what I was doing, yelling, and I was stressed and irritated. I went to wash my hands and I clumsily bumped into something, falling to the floor. My father saw and went into a HUGE screaming fit, to which my mother joined in as well.
In my mind, I flashed back to all we had been through all these years, and how I've for so long wanted to feel love from them and how easy it would be to form a strong bond with them if they just were more open and we could talk things through without them being hyperdefensive and actually listened. I flashed back to how much negativity I had endured from them and how best I tried to manage it all this time. I flashed back to this cycle of me being the one who wanted to move things forward emotionally with them after an issue (and the times they joked about the cycle). I broke. I hadn't had a breakdown since almost 10 years ago. This one was the biggest one, and I felt so fucking done with them, especially my mother. I said a lot of things I wanted to get off me to them and I longed to not be home, I truly wished to go no contact... if I could. I had nowhere to go. I just graduated and am not yet employed, and I'm from a latin american country that has a disastrous economy. It is extremely difficult or outright impossible for most young adults to quickly go independent, unless they land an incredibly high paying job. Anyway, I spent a few weeks with the only family member I could connect with and explained the situation (badly, I’ve never been one to express emotional stuff well). I wanted to live with them, but taking in another person is a huge compromise. I reluctantly proposed to go back home.
I had found out that my mother thinks that I brokedown because of that one incident. I set out to explain to her what we could do moving forward, and what happened and reach out to her. I couldn't even say 20% of what I wanted to, because she was incessant in her interruptions, her dismissive attitude and her twisting the conversation. She went hard on all the typical dismissive phrases: "I/other people have had it worse than you, you're exaggerating, you're too sensitive, I've treated your sibling the same way all this time and they don't complain, you torment yourself too much, no one's perfect, you can't change people (true general statement, but used by a hypocritical controlling person), etc..". She did apologize about her behavior, but in a general way. Whatever. We carried on.
Now, a few months later, her behavior has changed in many ways, and not in others. She's almost completely toned down the “bully” behavior. She’s more calmed and her yelling for small issues has stopped. She has also been open and shared a few vulnerabilities in a few talks; a thing her pride had never allowed her to do. Mainly, she’s admitted that she needs to understand other people’s feelings better. That’s huge; though it wasn’t particularly directed at us at home.
I am these days doing great in life in general emotionally-wise, it’s just the aspect of family on which I am a bit unstable. I surpass rather quickly situations like the way we’ve had, but I do admit that, at this very moment, I’m torn between seeing if these improvements will continue for the remainder of the year, or I outright cut them out emotionally, completely. In either case, I must continue working on myself and look ahead, plan for the future. I would also love to reach out to my sibling; we’ve been under the same roof, and has gone through some of the experience, but we barely speak since over 10 years ago. The blame is on me, for having repeated a neglectful attitude all those years ago.
Anyway, I must decide if I go semi-contact or fully no contact when the time comes. But I’ll see for myself once I get the opportunity to gain independance, for now I continue helping around, observing and keep maintaining peace on my part. I’m just so done with such a cycle, I want an end. I felt guilty and extremely anxious for wishing so long, long ago, but not anymore.
I didn’t expect this to be so long, and believe me, this IS a summary. But I’ve expressed the main points and I feel great having vented. Maybe it helps some relate, just like reading about many similar stories did for me. Made me feel more understood and less alone.
Take care of yourselves and keep working on yourselves. May you all find peace.

I am NOT OOP. Original post by u/JupiterLucetius in Vegan, and by a deleted-user in AmIWrong
Editor’s note: Sadly according to the OOP they have OCD and delete everything on their account often, so we don’t have comments posted by the OOP on the original post. Hopefully most can be understood by context.

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Posted by u/JupiterLucetius
My brother’s gf fed my son meat, I feel devastated. - 31 May 2024
This is just me needing to rant. I feel really heart broken right now.
I (M25) have sole custody of my son who is 6. I've been vegan since I was 11 and I have raised my son vegan. I needed to go out of city for a work trip and I left my son with my brother and his girlfriend. My brother has always been supportive of me being vegan even though he says he "doesn't understand it". I've never had any issues with him pressuring me or my son to have animal products before.
He stayed overnight with my brother and when I picked him up later in the day he was complaining about really bad stomach pains. I rang my brother and asked him if they ate anything out of the ordinary because my son is quite sensitive to new foods anyway. He told me no nothing out of the ordinary.
I ended up calling 111 and they suggested going down to A&E because of how bad the pains were. I put it in the family group chat, and my brother texted me like an hour later saying that they had fed him pizza with cheese and meat in it. He told me my son "enjoyed it" but he felt guilty keeping it from me and that that was what was probably wrong with him.
I went crazy at him, telling him how irresponsible and selfish, he said he's sorry and that it was his GF's idea because they thought he was missing out. He said he was sorry but I just couldn't so I blocked him and now I'm sat here thinking did I over react? I don't think so but my mom is asking me to unblock him. I'm just so angry and so upset.
Edit: for those who keep asking, my son was not aware he was being fed non-vegan food. He understands (as much as he can at his age) and supports veganism.

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Some relevant comments:

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HiroshimaSpirit:

Meat AND cheese to boot

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DionysusLyaios:

Honestly that shouldn’t even matter anyway. If you’re agreeing to look after a kid you’re agreeing to meet their dietary requirements. If not make that clear beforehand.

Comment thread 2 mike8675309:

Alot of trust was just lost. Sounds like your brother should take most of the blame as he knew better and didn't stand up for you and your convictions.

rainmouse:

Trust lost for sure. But I also seriously doubt this was the first time.

Comment thread 3 MushMoonRoom:

“they thought he was missing out”

peargreentea:

yeah I hate when people say "you're missing out!!" like on what? contributing to things that go against my morals? no thanks.

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AITA for allowing my boyfriend’s nephew to try pepperoni pizza? -1 June 2024
A couple nights ago my BF’s brother (“Noah”) asked if we could baby sit his son (“George”) for the night. This was, I won’t lie, a huge inconvenience for us. I don’t really like children all that much and because I had worked 50 hours so far that week I was looking forward to a chill afternoon with my BF where we both had no work in the morning. My BF agreed to look after the boy (which he does a lot btw) while Noah went on a last-minute business trip. I can understand why Noah did this, he had the opportunity to earn a lot of money in the night, but he had to do the quick deal because the buyer or whatever threatened to walk away if they couldn’t get it signed that night.
Noah and his son are both “vegans”. Honestly, I personally believe Noah’s son is being forced into the lifestyle by his dad and as someone who grew up with controlling parents, I really feel bad for the boy. Noah is so smug with his veganism it grates on me so much and George is skinny, has long hair and is small for his age, he looks ‘vegan’, that sounds bad, but you understand what I mean by that. When Noah dropped on us that we were going to have to look after his son, my BF let him know that we were going to order a pizza. Noah said great and gave my BF the money to order George his own vegan pizza. Great, whatever. Noah dropped him off and we were stuck with the boy again. Now again I feel that Noah forces the lifestyle upon George, so my BF and I decided to order a normal pizza for George. I thought it would be a great time for him to try it in a safe environment away from his father’s influence.
George ate the pizza and loved it; his words were that it “tasted way better than usual”. I knew that I had done right by getting him the pizza, he ate half of the pizza all by himself. My BF and I didn’t think we needed to tell Noah because we knew that Noah would just get all preachy about it, so we kept it to ourselves. George even asked for the other half the next morning, which we gave him as a treat. Noah picked him up and everything was fine.
We got a call later in the day that George was complaining of really bad stomach cramps and asked if he had eaten anything unusual. My BF told him no, mainly because we expected it to just blow over and be nothing. But about 2 hours later my BF texted Noah that George had eaten non-vegan pizza and that might have been what was wrong with his stomach. Noah went off on one about how we ‘broke his trust’ and how he couldn’t believe what my BF had done, called us some really nasty names which I won’t repeat here. We put back that George had really enjoyed the pizza so much that he had asked for seconds, this was probably a petty thing to say, I regret it now even though it was the truth. After that Noah blocked my BF and I on everything. My BF rang his mum and explained the situation to her, and I could tell that she was sympathetic to us even though she said we shouldn’t have given him the food. She told us Noah won’t unblock us.

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Some relevant comments:

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meoemeowmeowmeow:

Lol I just read the other side of this

TheMoatCalin:

Please post the link!

meoemeowmeowmeow:

I'm trying to find it!

DionysusLyaios:

It was on vegan last night. The post was removed I think or deleted I’m not sure. I had a screenshot of it and I posted it on my profile. I’m glad I wanted to send it to my friend so I took the screenshot lol

meoemeowmeowmeow:

I wonder why they deleted it

DionysusLyaios:

I could tag the OP of the post on vegan to make him aware of this post or to ask if this is actually the aunt, idk if that’s a good idea though.

meoemeowmeowmeow:

This is Reddit hunny bunny. BRING ON THE CHAOS!

DionysusLyaios:

Okay well u/JupiterLucetius is this person your brother’s girlfriend?

Comment Thread 2:
JupiterLucetius:

I wouldn’t normally post someone’s name without their consent, but since you so happily used both mine and my son’s legal first names on here without my consent, I’ll use yours.
Stacey, you are an incredibly stuck up and horrible person. And you’ve left out an immense amount of details.
Firstly, you have been dating my brother for less than a year, you do not work, you had to move into my brother’s house because you got evicted from your flat. Shut up with the BS that you worked 50 hours that week or whatever, no you’re on universal credit.
Secondly, my brother and I have an agreement where he takes him whenever I have to go on these out of the blue business trips. My brother volunteered for this because he said he loves spending time with MY SON. and I have never had any complaints from him before, literally ever.
Thirdly, yes I am raising my son vegan, that is my personal choice and you have NO say in that. The fact that you lied to my son telling him the food was vegan and he ended up in hospital doesn’t clue you into the fact that you are the ARSE in this situation?
I’m so glad you posted this here actually because at least now you can see what a cockend you’ve been.

deleted-user:

I do work, being a housewife is work. I have to do a lot that you don't even see because you have a cleaner come into your house, so sorry we can't all be privileged making 6 figures by the time we're 25. Joseph hates having to drop everything and look after George whenever you feel like it, don't you think that we have a life outside of being your babysitter?
Fuck you Noah, George loved eating the pizza you daft vegan stuck up spoilt POS. He "ended up in hospital" yeah you took him there when Joseph told you he had had meat as a statement and to make Joseph feel guilty. Well, congrats because we had the biggest argument we ever had last night about you and your brat of a child. Now I am sleeping in my car because you won't unblock him. I hope that I get robbed or worse and you can have it on your conscience that I am hurt and it is your fault. I hope that ways on your mind for the rest of your life.
You care so much about the animals that you can't see the damage you are doing to your own family, to your own son. He is weak, short and underweight. I am sure he is bullied at school for his long girly hair. I would bully him because he is just as pathetic as you are. You ruined my life Noah. So what this little echo chamber agrees with you? If they met you in person they would see how insufferable you are.

JupiterLucetius:

Genuinely you are psychotic. I couldn’t give two fucks if you’re sleeping in your car because of your OWN actions. Btw I’ve screencapped this post and sent it in the family group chat. I hope you’ll enjoy everyone seeing your true colours Stacey.
And no I didn’t take my son to hospital for effect or after you told me he ate nonvegan food. You and Joey lied to me saying he had eaten nothing out of the ordinary so I had no fucking clue what was wrong with him.
My son is 6 years old you psycho. Saying you’d bully him? What the actual fuck is wrong with you mentally.
Also Joey has NEVER ONCE expressed to me that he didn’t like having George. I would have found other arrangements if that was the case. My mom would happily have him short notice. The only reason Joey does is because they like spending time together or at least I thought they did.

Ok_Sadie_:

Then keep your precious little Georgie at home with a different babysitter. Why would you drop your kid off with someone that you feel is a "horrible person"?

JupiterLucetius:

George loves my brother, he loves him a lot. The only reason I drop George off with him rather than my mom is because George loves him and I thought he loved having George.
He’s never once told me he didn’t want him, or I would have just left him with my mom when I needed to go on the trips.
I haven’t known Stacey for all that long, she’s been dating my brother for less than a year. And been living with him for less than that. I have tried to keep the peace for the sake of the family but fuck her. I could not care less now.

Reminder, I am NOT OOP, please do NOT comment on original threads or contact OOP.

before i start off, i want people to know i’m not writing this to bash my ex, this is just me getting my feelings out and expressing how i feel. also im writing what comes off my mind so if there are any spelling mistakes or if i repeat things twice, you know why.
To sum up the whole entirety of our break up, on a random tuesday he told me he wanted to break up because he didn’t feel a spark anymore and that he just didn’t feel mature enough for a relationship. the next day we had gotten into a really long talk about trying again and when to do so. He then told me that he would be ready when i was ready, contradicting the reason he broke up with me.(confusing, right?) So then a few days later he texted me, “what if we got back together like nothing happened?” and then not even 10 minutes later(8 to be exact) he told me he needed more time. Many more paragraphs and talking later, i found out that he is telling other people he doesn’t want to try again with me. Then, a few days later, he blocks me on everything. Snap, text, tiktok, instagram,even bereal, with no explanation. (Now before i get into how i feel or anything, i want to tell you about the dream i had. A week before he blocked me on everything, i had a very realistic dream that he blocked me on everything randomly. it was so realistic that when i woke up, i checked everything because i was so sure he did block me. I thought the dream was really random but thought nothing of it. But now that i’m blocked, it’s crazy that i had a dream about it, right?)
I’m completely torn. It’s been almost three weeks since the breakup, and i miss him so much. The whole breakup was a mess. We kept having too many deep convos about trying again and it always ended in the same spot, we will try again but we don’t know when. There are so many questions that go on in my head. What if i didn’t respond when he would say stuff like that? What if we didn’t talk, would i still be blocked or would we still be snapping each other just to keep the streak going? How can he just go about his life with me blocked not missing me? Does he even miss me? Does he think about me? Does he even still love me? It’s not like anyone, even him, can answer these questions, i don’t even know if answering these questions would make me feel better. I want to just forget everything we had, but i can’t. You don’t really appreciate that little argument or those random snaps until it’s all over and you can’t have them anymore. He promised forever with me, what happened to that? People keep telling me to move on, but how can i? He was the best thing to ever happen to me. My friends keep telling me that one day he’s gonna see what an amazing person he lost when i find an even better person then him, but to me, no one else can be better then him. The problem is that if would randomly just unblock me one day and ask to get back together i would say yes so quickly, but i know i shouldn’t. In the past week, i’ve had three very specific dreams that i can remember so clearly. The first one is where he unblocks me and starts texting me like nothing happened, the second is where he is begging for me to come back, and the most recent one is where we are hanging out and we even acknowledge that we broke up, and in the dream we are so much happier and healthier. And because of the blocking dream becoming true, will these three also become true? And knowing me, i will say yes and ask to try again knowing i shouldn’t. There’s so much that happened in this breakup that if anything else happens, i’m going to loose my freaking mind. I know i should move on and i know it will be better for me, but i just can’t. It’s like one minute i’m fine and then the next i’m sobbing until i see a funny tiktok. I don’t even know what to do anymore, but all i know i want is that i want to try again, but he doesn’t even want to do that. (also if anything else happens or if i move on ill update😛)
UPDATE-06/01/2024 so ik i jst posted this earlier but i found something out. so i was joking around being silly and i saw my friend had sent some videos and i went to watch them but i saw his account and thought, “mm i wonder if i’m still blocked.” so i tap AND I SEE IM NOT BLOCKED. so i thought “no freaking way.” and i went and checked everything. On everything(but snap) im unblocked. i don’t know why, but i am. i’m not adding him back for my own self but im still blocked on snap(i don’t care that much). But the crazier part is that i had a dream about him unblocking me, and it came true. i’m a psychic guys😘

I moved cities, and immediately jumped into essentials of my routine which are gym, work, therapy. I found the quickest therapist with availability, which maybe was an issue there but it could just be coincidental.
I told her how I had struggled with cheating and wanted to learn to trust better, myself and others, due to my childhood. So I'm pretty transparent and open which can be a great thing for therapy right? But of course that can be weaponized with the wrong person and boy was I wrong.
My sister notified me a week later I was posted on Are we dating same guy.. which blew my mind. So of course I go into a rabbit hole of like WTF. I'm not on any dating app, only been working and spending time w sister and barely anyone knew I had moved. It was work colleagues (WFH and mainly all guys) and family members, I moved to be closer to my sister as she had just gotten over health issues and my parents didn't need to take that entire brunt themselves since they lived a few hours away in my home town. To which we are fortunate of her outcome health wise now BUT this whole thing was just additionally taxing on my nervous system as i'm seeing for so many men this is just chaotic hell they are thrown into.
So she sends me screenshots of random girls just talking shit (appearance, looking "broke"), one of whom I've never interacted with, and one of them anonymously says some crazy lies. (In hindsight the crazy lies part makes sense to cover tracks as revealed later w this outcome). Again, I'm blown away what is happening.
But as things settled in a little bit I had a suspicion that this therapist could have posted me, and my first thought was theres no way. Then I remembered how she had said some shameful things to me very passively, like about men being aggressors and some key word things that stood out in hindsight but not in the moment of us interacting, as it was like yeah sure makes sense.
So before those bells went off in my head just mentioned, I tell this therapist whats going on as it's affecting me. Well she says that those groups are meant to protect women and make them safe, to which I caught off guard, in terms of the energy change in our convo. I was sitting there being vulnerable and actually expressing how I felt and going through this confused state that could it be a crazy ex somehow knew I moved? . I said that these groups clearly can have a massive net negative affect and upend lives for no reason and there is no two way street, its just anonymous accusations and while it can help some women there is a much larger availability for greater damage to random guys..to which she says its meant to protect women who are vulnerable. and then she goes into processing my feelings instead of addressing it any more.
So I sit on that for a few days and wrestle with not seeing her again or bringing it up to her, or reporting to FB. So I end up reporting this to facebook and her boss in her practice. I feel super stupid for saying anything and didn't even want to do that. But Lo and behold the post is gone the very next day. Im working and the therapist cancels on me that week without reason , I figured we would just reschedule or she was maybe mad and found out i reported her and I was this big dick who accused an innocent person...but now I know shes going into damage control mode. I thought it couldn't be true maybe I was just being paranoid. But as I go to make another appointment and the office notifies me that this therapist no longer works for their practice.
I was told that the post could potentially break ethical guidelines for her licensure(before she was no longer employed there) her boss didnt know the details of anonymous posting and how it is still tied to the posters main account. Even though they are not lawyers and the boss may not hear back from Meta, surely the licensure of a state would be able to have access to that if this breaks guidelines? I feel conflicted about this but also like validated that that was such a crazy thing to experience so quickly in a new place. I definitely don't want someones career to be messed up because of this but holy shit what a terrible thing to experience

I said in a previous post I only had mild anxiety prior to several bad attacks and that's not entirely true. I didn't lie to you guys, I think I was lying to myself. I downplayed a lot of it because I want the opposite of attention.
Only a few people know about my social anxiety. I can't go in someplace immediately after arriving, I "forget" to go places or do things, "oh, that was today? And all 3 of the major, for lack of a better term, " loves of my life" all approached and pursued me.
Documented white coat syn, Klonopin for IBS and insist it's "off label use" .
And I have the aquired ability to feign disconect and lethargy when I'm really a nervous mess. My bobbing leg gives me away though. My wife hates that.
My "laziness" isn't that at all, well a lil is. My forgetfulness is only 25% true. And many of the thing ,"to do" that I say are stupid, lame, too expensive and a waste of time are really just things I'm afraid to do. I get angry because I can't just run away from s situation or interaction.
In my early 20s I recognized that I couldn't speak to cashiers or random people in public even when appropriate. I incrementally forced myself to interact and would have a '"spontaneous" chit chat and exit planned far in advance. I actually learned to enjoy the rush I got after many many interactions and I am fine at the grocery now, well I was until recently. I stammer and fumble and can't use the card reader now , ugh.
Waitresses still make me a mess and I usually can't make eye contact and I get wife to ask for refills because I don't want to and honestly have no idea what she looks like.
Sometimes I talk real slowly like I'm a cool cat but I'm struggling to string a sentence together and would rather seem aloof than stammer and fiddle.
I've only had one doctor that I could interact with well because he identified my white coat syndrome, kinda expanded on it, and was understanding and vowed to help. He retired because of health. I, of course didn't really cooperate I more or less went, "pfft, yeah right" but " pfft, ok, we'll do it your way, I guess", but he never got a full chance.
I'm very good at the work I do and I've slowly acclimated and adopted a persona. Interactions with others are brief usually and I'm a kind freindly guy and seem to be able to "knock it off" if I'm doing for others and not myself. My wife needs something done, I do it. I need the same thing done, I just cant. Is that weird?
Anyway,I can't live like I've lived since these attacks started. I've successfully kept my wife from calling an ambulance when I'm completely incapacitated. Mainly because she's a nurse and can rule out stroke and heart pretty quickly and after a fast recovery the first time she knows what it is. The jig is completely up with her and it's a relief actually but I do feel embarrassed and stoopid.
I'm technically self employed and have worked a lot, too much, but have taken time off recently, of course. It's a relief to work through a phone these days and be able to just turn it off.
My current doctor is useles to me. It's both him and me at fault. He's not great, and I'm not open and cooperative.
Do any of my statements sound familiar to anyone who suffers from anxiety. Any advice on how I can proceed, knowing I'm not capable or willing to just dive in to a course of action? I fear I'll be in a public setting and be incapacitated again and professionals will be called on me. I guess I'm kinda like an addict that hates being one but still wants drugs. I expect someone knows what I feel like because I've seen myself in some posts.
I'm trying to fully disclose and be as honest with y'all and myself as I can so I don't trickle and drop all the things I need to say. I was afraid to claim anxiety for fear of offending people that "really" have it but I'm pretty certain I do. I respect everyone's struggle and respectfully request a little guidance and anonymous camaraderie.
Why don't I make it just a little bit longer to apologize for it being so long? Sorry so it's so long, thanks. I'm a wreck.

I’ll confine this discussion to Proctor.
The allegation is that Proctor took pieces of the reflector from the taillight and planted them at 34 Fairview, and possibly in JOs clothing.
In order to pre-assess the risk of this, Proctor would have to measure confidence that no one in the party who a) saw JO b) saw or heard the beating and c) participated in the beating ALL would remain steadfastly complicit.
Not one of them would crack and go to LE. Not one of them would tell a friend who would have a few drinks and tell more. No anonymous tips to the FBI. No phone calls to the Boston Police tipline or 311.
What if Karen Read’s electronic footprint from her phone, vehicle, or any other devices recorded a quick drop off? What if DNA from someone in the house was found on O’Keefe?
And what is Proctor’s reward for accepting this risk? To honor the general brethren of LE…and their relatives…even when they unalive an LE? I’m a local. Troopers do NOT necessarily get along with other LE. I don’t blame the other LE. Troopers tend to suck.
These are logical, dispassionate questions but they deserve answers if you’re willing to believe Proctor accepted this risk.
Is the thought that the rot in the criminal justice system would protect Proctor? I completely agree that the system is corrupt. Cops use their network to the benefit of friends and family all the time. But to this level? A Boston cop got pounded to death at a party by some meathead kid and Proctor just offered himself as tribute? Proctor would have to have been the drunkest person in Canton (saying something) to even consider that.
Tell me: Why do you think Proctor would roll the dice with the amount of unknowns facing him? It’s impossible to handwave these away. I’m willing to listen to any reasonable perspective I may have missed.
(Please don’t cop out with this answers are in the destroyed phones. Anything at this level isn’t discussed electronically, especially by LE)

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With parts outlining the investment plans, trading techniques, and referral program, the website has an easy-to-use layout. An account balance and investment management user dashboard are also included. But the website doesn't go into great detail on the company's background, regulatory compliance, or mining and trading technologies.
Investment programs Crest-capital provides a number of investment programs with different lengths and guaranteed returns:

1. First Plan: 15% daily returns for fifteen days
   
2. Silver Plan: Thirty days at fifteen percent daily returns
   
3. Gold Plan: 45 days at 20% a day returns
   
4. Platinum Plan: Sixty days at thirty percent daily returns
   

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before i start off, i want people to know i’m not writing this to bash my ex, this is just me getting my feelings out and expressing how i feel. also im writing what comes off my mind so if there are any spelling mistakes or if i repeat things twice, you know why.
To sum up the whole entirety of our break up, on a random tuesday he told me he wanted to break up because he didn’t feel a spark anymore and that he just didn’t feel mature enough for a relationship. the next day we had gotten into a really long talk about trying again and when to do so. He then told me that he would be ready when i was ready, contradicting the reason he broke up with me.(confusing, right?) So then a few days later he texted me, “what if we got back together like nothing happened?” and then not even 10 minutes later(8 to be exact) he told me he needed more time. Many more paragraphs and talking later, i found out that he is telling other people he doesn’t want to try again with me. Then, a few days later, he blocks me on everything. Snap, text, tiktok, instagram,even bereal, with no explanation. (Now before i get into how i feel or anything, i want to tell you about the dream i had. A week before he blocked me on everything, i had a very realistic dream that he blocked me on everything randomly. it was so realistic that when i woke up, i checked everything because i was so sure he did block me. I thought the dream was really random but thought nothing of it. But now that i’m blocked, it’s crazy that i had a dream about it, right?)
I’m completely torn. It’s been almost three weeks since the breakup, and i miss him so much. The whole breakup was a mess. We kept having too many deep convos about trying again and it always ended in the same spot, we will try again but we don’t know when. There are so many questions that go on in my head. What if i didn’t respond when he would say stuff like that? What if we didn’t talk, would i still be blocked or would we still be snapping each other just to keep the streak going? How can he just go about his life with me blocked not missing me? Does he even miss me? Does he think about me? Does he even still love me? It’s not like anyone, even him, can answer these questions, i don’t even know if answering these questions would make me feel better. I want to just forget everything we had, but i can’t. You don’t really appreciate that little argument or those random snaps until it’s all over and you can’t have them anymore. He promised forever with me, what happened to that? People keep telling me to move on, but how can i? He was the best thing to ever happen to me. My friends keep telling me that one day he’s gonna see what an amazing person he lost when i find an even better person then him, but to me, no one else can be better then him. The problem is that if would randomly just unblock me one day and ask to get back together i would say yes so quickly, but i know i shouldn’t. In the past week, i’ve had three very specific dreams that i can remember so clearly. The first one is where he unblocks me and starts texting me like nothing happened, the second is where he is begging for me to come back, and the most recent one is where we are hanging out and we even acknowledge that we broke up, and in the dream we are so much happier and healthier. And because of the blocking dream becoming true, will these three also become true? And knowing me, i will say yes and ask to try again knowing i shouldn’t. There’s so much that happened in this breakup that if anything else happens, i’m going to loose my freaking mind. I know i should move on and i know it will be better for me, but i just can’t. It’s like one minute i’m fine and then the next i’m sobbing until i see a funny tiktok. I don’t even know what to do anymore, but all i know i want is that i want to try again, but he doesn’t even want to do that. (also if anything else happens or if i move on ill update😛)

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As per the last battles champ, u/local-battle747
Word: HALB Rules: A character has to be included. Can be a b-boy, an animal or a fantasy character, as long as it is an original creation. Sketches don't have to be coloured, but at least should be outlined with a fine marker or ballpoint or other pens. No T-ups. (Throw ups) Quick sketches are okay. Deadline June 6th, next Thursday.
Lmk if you're interested in competing. DM me the submissions and I'll arrange the final reveal post so the votes are for the anonymous competitors (based on a letter, Rather than a name.)
I'll post it here and also the new sub graffitibattleclub

As the title states. I’m just a mom trying to figure out parenthood & enjoying every second with my kid and each milestone reached makes it all the more enjoyable. I’m going to try and keep this as incog as possible because I know “the donor” lurks on Reddit like the creepy crawler he is.
Key players: the donor (ex) mother gothel (donors mom) me (me)
Both the donor & mother gothel have brain injuries. Both sustained after I came into their lives. The donor refuses to get a second opinion on said brain injury & gothel knows the severity of hers.
They drink and take drugs knowing it has adverse effects on them and makes them out of control and highly abusive combative and down right disgusting. On many occasions I’ve been the target for their outbursts & each outburst starts out as a disguise that it’s about the child we share, but pretty quickly it shifts to how much they hate me. That’s fine I equally am not very fond of them and have no problem voicing it.
My child isn’t old enough to decide who they’d like to live with, but old enough to know when someone is a bad person. They’ve had a mask on for years and basically bought my child’s affection. My child’s life has been threatened, as have mine my moms and a few more family members, all threats made by the donor & mother gothel. Yes my CHILDS life was threatened by their donor.
I went no contact after the latest showdown. 2 months ago. A showdown they initiated & showed just how low down in the gutter they are, they did this knowing my child was in my care. Over the years I’ve made so many sacrifices so my child can maintain a “healthy” relationship with their unhinged paternal side, against my better judgment. Some of the things that have happened I can’t specify (YET) as I’d like to keep a level on anonymity. But babyyyy you would pass out if you knew half the shit I let slide.
Now I’ve had court documents mailed to me. (Which is why I won’t go into detail about all the events, they’re so specific the donor & gothel would know it’s about them) I couldn’t believe the balls on these people. Mother gothel started this shit show, she’s the control freak Karen type. Doesn’t do anything from the heart, it’s just for show or to use against you later on down the road when an argument (she’s initiated) erupts. The donor is her puppet and she’s the master. They hate that i haven’t failed at motherhood, they hate that I don’t need their money, they hate that the village I have is an awesome one. But, what I think they hate the most is that I haven’t been difficult, in all the years they have done & said unforgivable things. Stuff even the calmest person in the world would have exploded over.
In some weird way I’m kinda glad this happened. Maybe if this goes to court I can finally be vindicated and they can be held accountable for their actions. I know I should probably refer to my child as our child but it’s just a habit. I know my kid isn’t just mine & I don’t take sole ownership, I’m just the parent the child lives with full time.
I say all this to ask, if domestic abuse is involved & the donor and mother gothel have made numerous threats, would they be granted visitation? Would they have to go though a vetting stage? For example be clear of drugs and alcohol for a set amount of weeks etc? Attend AA or NA?
I’m a duck out of water here, I’m confused and I’m worried that they’ll be granted visitation