So I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for over 2 years now. We love each other with all our heart and the sex is great but recently we've started having a lot of fights and disagreements. About 6 months ago, he was mad at me for something I did which unintentionally upset him and he was giving me the silent treatment and I was trying my best to win him back. He suggested having a threesome out of nowhere and I was quite taken aback. I was opposed to the idea but gave in eventually because I thought I can win him back. Soon the idea of a threesome changed into a foursome as we negotiated it would be a fair deal. We went on dating apps and eventually met a couple who were also looking for the same thing.
In short, it turned out terrible. I couldn't see him having sex with another woman and vice versa. I don't think the other couple liked it either. After the encounter the couple left and we were both in tears and hugged each other while crying our eyes out. I was trying to win him back but I feel I didn't deserve this punishment for my mistake. In the end I moved on from the incident and was pretty sure that this wouldn't repeat again.
Fast forward to a month ago, we have been fighting a lot recently and in one of our post-fight talks, he brings up the threesome again and says how he would love to see another guy having sex with me. And if it was not clear by now, I am a one guy girl, and I can't stand the thought of touching or being touched by any guy other than my boyfriend and I love him dearly. At the same time I will not be able to digest seeing him with another woman and I have told him on multiple occasions that I am considering doing it for his sake but I also warned him that I might not be able to see him the same way after that and might not want to get intimate with him in the future after knowing that he has slept with another woman. I am a strictly monogamous person.
Yet he somehow manages to bring this up and suggests we have a threesome and inspite of me saying that if he needs it so bad he can go ahead and have it without me. To my surprise he agreed. I'm not sure whether he will act on this decision or he didn't mean it. And at this point I'm really not sure whether he cares about losing me. It's bothering me to an extent where I'm considering leaving this relationship if he keeps insisting. He has even mentioned that he considers himself better than me when it comes to sex, and even mentioned an occasion where he had to fake an orgasm for me, while on the contrary he has never been able to give me even a single orgasm and I've moved past it because being with him is all that matters to me. I'm starting to feel as though I'm not valued enough in this relationship.

This is going to sound very odd and if you are here to judge than you can go ahead and leave, anyways thanks to anyone who reads this and responds.
For the sake of my and her privacy I will give her the name “Mandy” and me the name “Jack”
3 years ago I was a 17 year old kid in the mix of Covid trying to get girls attention, I ended up on discord, I had a year long relationship with a girl named Sophia, and we just broke up, I was devastated, I could not eat, drink, sleep, anything. But I got through it, through this girl I met a guy named Sam, Sam has been one of the best friends of my life, a few weeks after the breakup Sam introduced me to Mandy, Mandy and me clicked immediately, it was like we knew each other forever yet we knew nothing about another, Mandy is the most loving, compassionate, caring, worrying, mom mode, pretty, smart, funny girl I have ever me, and I was simply drawn to her. We stared texting everyday and from that point to now I am haven’t gone more than a week without texting. Mandy is from Denver CO, and I am from Charlotte North Carolina.
This is where things get crazy. We fell in love, or so we thought in summer 2022, but we only lasted 3 months. We decided for each others mental health and sleep schedule (2 hour time zone difference) that we would go back to being best friends, at this point we were incredibly close. And we stay close and she doesn’t date anyone for a long time, summer 2023 roles around, I am 19 and she is 18, I fly by myself since I am of age to fly alone, with the help of both our parents I visited her for a week. Before, then, I genuinely have never felt so in love with anyone my whole entire life. I have severe ADHD, I was so shy when I first saw her when I got off my flight, I didn’t hug her, smile, nothing, I was numb. She gave me a giant bear hug that kind of woke me up out of it. I still regret not hugging her back, we leave the airport and go to McDonalds, and jus like over text and FaceTime we clicked, once I got out of my shell it’s like I’ve lived near her my entire life. She was so stunning. We both smiled at each other 24/7 all day everyday. We effortlessly made eachother laugh, and it was perfect.
Fast forward to now and I think it’s clear I will never stop loving this girl. She admitted to me that I am her soulmate that she can’t be with because it just wouldn’t work. She tells me she loves me every night when I go to bed, she always makes sure that I tell her when I get home from places, and I do the same, I deeply feel loved by this girl, I didn’t mention it before but I will now, Mandy is the most mature girl I have ever met for her age, it’s insane. She’s the type of girl that if anything bad happens type of girl that if anything bad happened to her to her I would fly there and be by her bed all day everyday as long as she’s there I’m there.
I plan fly there again in July and stay for another week, this time around, I’m giving her the bear hug, I cannot wait to see her, she calls me her rock, and she is my rock.
So here’s the question, what do I do from here?
I want to spend the rest of my life by her side, but I don’t know if I can, I would move across the country for her in a heart beat.
I want to reinforce to you all how strong our bond and relationship is. I know I can only write so much but I’m closer to this girl than my brothers and sisters.
I love her enough to know that I want her to be happy above all, and if that means not being with her and watching another man marry her than I can live with that. But I’ll never, ever love another woman like I love Mandy.
Every guy she’s dated has broke her heart. Every girl that I have dated have broken mine. But she is always right there by my side. And I will never be able to thank her enough for that. She is the one who got me through my teenage years without losing control. And I could say the same for her as well.
I turn 21 in October and she turns 20, 19 days after I turn 21.
Thank you to those who read all the way through. And I am open to absolutely any advice or conversation anyone would like to give me.
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TL;DR;: This is a sample summary of the TLDR rule, all things are bold. Is this going the right way?
To summarize she is perfect in my eyes and I want to be with her but don’t think I can, we have been best friends for years and I would like advice on what to do.

Big HP pool, bad initiative, low movement and awesome control of obstacles. What not to love about our little cragheart? He is considered mid classs but I've always susspected he is a Gem hidden in clay. And I've wanted to try it out for years. And when I did...
The build I will show you soloes entire rooms and reliably does 300+ dmg in scenarios at lvl 9. Ready yet?
We keep 4 lvl 1 cards: extra ammo, curse tornado, Forceful storm and rumbling advance (just increase the M on bottom) skip lvl 2, then: lvl 3clear the way, lvl 4 and 5 kinetic assault and rock slide, 6: cataclysm (Dig pit should be his best initiative so he has access to different playstyle!) 7: brutal momentum, 8: lumbering bash and 9, no surpise BLIND DESTRUCTION. THE BEST DAMAGE ABILITY IN GAME. 100 dmg per turn? WHY NOT? 9 clumped enemies? WIPED OUT.
How would you do it? Well, you gotta take items that support him. And no character benefits from items as hard as he does. Yes, due to blind destruction.
So how do we apprach the absolute and utter anihilation I promised you?
Well, lets start with helmet: advantage per long rest. Can't risk great dmg be flopped by -2 or miss, can we now? armor: there are 2 options: take 3 dmg and get +1 dmg per long rest. It really adds in dmg but chips away at your hp every now and then. very usefull when dealing with shielded enemies as 3 AoE dmg is much superior to 2 AoE (which get multiplied by other item used and extra target). The other, more interesting choice is armor that gives you both fly and invisible when you are in obstacles. Gives such a new layer of depth to that character, while his dmg is sstill amazing!
Weapons. Before lvl 8 of gloomhaven its a bomb and a hit 2 targets axe. after its a bomb and a bigger bomb (that does dmg to allies, but we do so massive dmg to allies they wont mind extra 2. I'm kidding. Try not to hurt your allies. Please.) Boots: Rocket boots. Well after you get armor of flying and hiding just boots of +3M are the same, but i got my rocket boots earlier. Let me talk about mobility. Cragheart doesn't come as very mobile character, does he? Well, he can make up to 11 movement in a round. There are some limitations (like 6/9 of that movement has to be in straigth line or he has to use earth to do that, but its actualy not that hard). You fly in, hide in and obstacle and then waith for your BIG ROUND.
Consumables: potion of+2 dmg, bigger stamina for 2 cards back, item that allows you to do additional top of different card (ring of brutality is it called?), COMPASS. I took it on a whim coz why not and I cannot stress enought how compass is important for that build to work. Enemies DO NOT want to group up, kicking 1, up to 5 away from you, 2 tiles is how you increase dmg from 40 to 100 with one action. Last could be another stamina potion or healing option or whatever rows your boat.
With that setup. With all the pieces in place you jump into rooms, blind destruction everything, if enemies survive, throw cataclysm on top with ring of brutality. You got 2 meele attack with 7dmg or more. (brutal momentum+kinetic storm is 2/5 with boots movement 7 dmg for cleanup and the other one is brutal momentum into obstacle.) You got Cursenado, the thing ppl say makes cragheart OP, while in reality its totally mid compared with his dmg. 2 good initiaitves of 19 and 26, making you move before lots of opponents and AMAZING initiaitves of 80+ for when you are safely hiddenin an obstacle, waiting, LURKING AROUND, ready to eradicate all life when your turn arrives.
The best case scenario is when your tank opens the door and retreats. And enemies follow. The most memorable one was when we were getting close to exhaust, other dudes statying at 3-5 cards and we open last doors. Dragons of both types and flying imps inside and they come forth toward the door. There was a hole in the middle of their formation, so i used compass to fill it. And I threw a bomb. Advantage helmet gave me x2. Over 100dmg with that single action, 9 enemies reduced to gold piles. It wasn't the first time I did it, but the most spectacular one. Warning with digital: System may draw multiple modifiers, but only the first one will determine AoE DMG. If its x2 and does 8 dmg, every single target will do 8 dmg around itself and you got the 100+dmg. If its -2 or system decides to start counting from shielded enemy your AoE will be very unimpressive. Good to have ring of brutality to finish things off afterwards guys.
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In honor of Atavista’s release, I have made a version of Bonfire that White People can sing Here you go:
(Country instead of rap)
Okay, it's Joe Rogan, wifey drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's too much flour when I cook Move black girls because I'm fine with doing either I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be running PETA In Levi’s, with some short jorts, flannel all over me My greens are from where theyre supposed to be, your greens are from the grocery This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kobe beef My dick is like an accent mark, it's all about the over Es Hot like a parked car I sound weird like fella with a hard R Fly like the rod on my cousin's fishing trip Eatin' Golden Oreos like these white girls that blow my tip Vodka for my ladies, whiskey for a grown man Hangin' in the islands, lookin' for Earl like Toejam I made the beat retarded, so I'm callin' it a slow jam Butcher and I know it, man, kill beef, go ham These country singers are afraid of him 'Cause I'm a beast, bitch, "Grr", Invader Zim Rogan is a call girl, fuck you, pay me Brand new whip for these fellas like slavery Told me I was awful and that shit did not faze me Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy "You're my favorite singer now" Yeah, dude, I better be Or you can fucking kiss my ass, Human Centipede You wanna see my girl? I ain't that dumb You wanna see my girl? Check Maxim "Man, why does every white podcaster gotta sing some?" I don't know, all I know is that I'm the best one It's a bonfire, turn the lights off I'm burning everything you muthafuckas talk about It's a bonfire, turn the lights off I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about You know these country singers talk about their Christian values I respect that, got my own ones too I'm from the South, I have an accent, I know why So this song is child's play, I do my name like Princess Diana Yeah, they say they want the realness, sang about my real life Told me I should just quit, "First of all, you talk white! Second off, you talk like you haven't given up yet" Country’s stepfather, yeah, you hate me but you will respect I put in work, ask Ludwig Put my soul on the track like shoes did Played this for my cousin, now he can't even think straight Black-based white music? Now, fella, that's a mixtape Shout out to my gamer nerds, they represent the realness Shout out to my fangirls, my dick is in the building I know you hate me because your little cousin plays me And I like black girls who nerdy, but when they dance they be saying “Ow" I'm sorry for who followed me Chilling with a Filipina, at your local Jollibee Yeah, I'm not in her ass that’s sodomy So if you see my hand under the table, don't bother me I don't talk soft, that's that other guy I'm screaming "What the hell is up?" like I ain't see the sky The shit I'm doing this year? Stupidity Made the beat then murdered it, Abortion Insanity These singers won't know what to do Because all I did was act silly like a fool And I'll give you all of me until there's nothing left I swear this summer will be summer Camp, friend

So here's the story that I want to tell something about it.
trigger warning: They are sexualizing my character with ponies and Gojo Satoru, beware since viewer discretion is strictly advised and trust me. It's just frickin bad. If you feel very uncomfortable from it. Then stop reading as soon as possible. I don't want to ruin your sanity because of this. And if you want to risk yourself from this cringe. Sure, endure the pain.
So like what I said earlier in general chat (in critcrab's discord server) about my experiences in dnd, there's something else far worse than I thought it would be. I'm actually 18 but still I can find someone so disappointing because of their fatherless behavior. Yes in the game, I was the only guy there and there were a bunch of 14 y.o girls. Let's just call them. Fodder 1, Fodder 2, Fodder 3, Fodder 4, Fodder 5 and Simp Mastermind, Ofc I didn't do anything stupid in there just chilling with my goblin character, that's IT, and yes I made a character that was weakest, not mary sue, not a fodder, not a cliche character with boring one dimensional ahh goals just like in cartoons or in anime like dbz or one piece. It's just the weakest goblin ever existed, no ass-pull bs or any overpowered secrets like the lore itself just like devil may cry or doom eternal. Just the weakest goblin, who only dreamed about being the world's famous merchant by selling swords across the entire world and proving that not all goblins are bad for gaining that dream he wanted, so they accepted but there is something else.. but whatsoever I just decided to roll a dice and the dm said that a goblin travelled across... Equestria. Dude. What in actual hell is this? MLP? That's what my younger sister was watching, a show about ponies with friendship. It's not really GOATED as Winx Club nor Sailor Moon but this is DnD and it's not MLP but idc, well I guess I have to play it. That's for sure
As the DM narrates "a goblin merchant named John Snortgason who just sells weapons travelled across the Equestria, from storms and wild animals he encountered. He finally reached his destination." Now hold up for a second, idk if it's just me or is it just the dm controls my character. I really had no clue about DND, I just want to enjoy it. But somehow. The second line of the plot was just hella worse. "As the goblin reaches his destination there are floating ponies across the sky /spoiler message: "As one of the ponies yelled 'Who in the fuck allow this goblin to trespass our lands' one of them said with a purple skin pony (which played by fodder 3, so my goblin character replied) 'I came no harm ladies. I'm just here to sell weapons, in order to defend your-' (the goblin's dialogue was cut as this curly haired psychopathic pony uses her bat and swings on his head hitting him successfully, caught him off guard and dragged his body somewhere in the basement)" so I did try to OOC for now since I asked them why did they do this? Their replies? Well it's a mother flipping gojo satoru line "yowai mo" means "you're weak" in japanese (sorry if I'm a weeb but I don't do weeb shit when it comes at DnD because.. No... just. No!) They're not just bronies, they're also Gojo Satoru simps ew. Ofc they're 14 yo girls. What do you expect more? So I asked them why they did this and Fodder 5 said "stfu weird ass bitch" it made me crippled with anger and just roasted their ass about their existence and having no farher leaving them without milk because my character got one shot by these brainrot mary sue fodders. So then the dm silence them all up, let's call her. Jojoba. She's completely different among those girls that I hate the most in DnD gameplay experience. Jojoba is trying to warn the girls and threatening them that they'll be kicked if they keep doing this rude behavior, of course I didn't even reply to their lame comeback roasts against me and my character. So Jojoba was being considerate and she did let me roll the dice. So the funny thing is, these girls had developed jealousy over this. Well who knows? As the plot continues "As they knocked the goblin-" well the Dm felt disgusted and she did throw up from what she had read next, she asks the girls who wrote this rape fanfiction bullshit. One of them pointed at each other. Fodder 1 claims that Fodder 2 is the responsible for writing this fanfiction that turned into roleplay and now Fodder 2's claims that it was Simp Mastermind who was behind all of this audacity. Simp Mastermind, ofc this 20 year old bitch was absolutely down bad on my character who fantasizes about goblin femdom rape fantasy using ponies from mlp as "humans" just wow.. Even Jojoba can't even believe all of this. So she did force herself to do OOC to deal with these horny ass bitches "Why did you do this?" Of course she didn't know that this was being written intentionally. And DM was just doing her own job to narrate the whole plot not controlling other characters as bigoted in such self inserted fanfic bs, that's a good thing. Now this person, Simp Mastermind was my old classmate who had a crush on me (trust me I'm so bad at relationships and I keep rejecting them) and was trying to play as Miss Nice Girl (opposite of Mr. Nice guy) who admitted that she wrote it to sexualize my character all because she is in love with me. (Omfg it's so.. man. You know what? Fuck it. It's just down horrendous) Fodder 4 and 2 are shocked except for fodder 1 and 3. Fodder 1 said the honest reaction about Simp Mastermind's thoughts "Your writing is the biggest piece of dogshit that I ever seen. You wrote it just for him? He's ugly and I don't know why you have a crush on him." It's true, this 20 yo woman had a crush on me and the twisted fact that fodder 1 was her younger sister. Fodder 3 felt disgusted too and said "We just only want roleplay mlp that was overpowered but raping? That's off the charts!" Wow? How pretentious ahh hypocrite fodder 3 is based on that shitty statement. Like I swear I saw her wallpaper on her phone that Gojo is frickin naked. Holy fuck.. Now that's a whole different level.
Since they gave me no choice, I left. Jojoba tried to dm me and asked about the issues, I also blocked her because they ruined this campaign within minutes because of this stupid rape fantasy. And Simp Mastermind should stop her fatherless actions, for the love of God and Satan. She should go outside and touch the grass. Period.
Because it's sooooooo uncomfortable. And thanks to her, it got me triggered. So I forced my sister to watch Winx Club instead of MLP, because it's garbage. Like the fandom itself and as an older brother. I should've taken responsibility for my sister not to see brainrot coming from that stupid pony show. At least she did also follow what I said. So I sighed in relief and took a break from it. I swear I'll never play DnD because of this. My brain mixed with trauma and some uncanny shit. I don't think I'll continue playing this, and of course. It sickens me. My expectations from playing DnD, were fading away, I ripped my character sheets about this goblin merchant in a damn trash so I can forget anything. Like literally gone, like a dust blown away. This generation is over, I'm telling y'all.

Hi people, first I thank everyone who read this all <3 I know it’s long but still like 1% of all. I need advice how to make my husband want to comunicate with me. We’re often arguing, bcz I’m slow and not skilled like him and not very clever, he has way better decision making etc. He taught me many things my parents didn’t. In some ways he was my parent more like my real parents, if you know what I mean. I know that I’m like this and now it’s way better when I realized it. But some things I can’t change even if I try. But we’re together since our 14years (now 12years, 1 married) so he knew me for long time before. Last argue he said that we should do some things separately, like go to gym etc, bcz I slow him and he don’t know how to live slow. There were many things, I can write whole book about this, but this is main problem - my stupidity and clumsiness. I drop things every day more than once. I’m learning to drive many months and I’m not very good after months (I have license, but didn’t drive bcz my fatherdidn’t want to teach me) and this os what made the whole thing worse and every drive ended in yelling and me making mistakes. We end yelling at each other and than we talk after hours in silence like nothing happened everytime. I thought that he was wrong, he thought I was wrong, but we love each other so we talked and many times I was apologizing. And than it is one big vicious circle. Because in 99% of cases he is in rush to spend more free time together. And he feels that I don’t give a ** about our time, but many times it is that I don’t realize my slowness, it’s not disinterest. We were always only me and him, families didn’t want us to be together. We couldn’t watch movie together bcz we could see each other only outside. Everytime we did all things together. And now (or it was always but I was blind, idk….) it’s more important where he is (or circumstances) than with who he is.
I give you example: Yesterday was our first wedding anniversary, we were in town and on the way home we went to buy food. He took one box of meat, I asked why only one (I wanted to do more food so that it would be ready for work the next day, as sometimes I am criticized for not caring enough) and he said that I should rather do more than speak. So I went back for the second one, he for something else, in the meantime he sent me to the cashier. We missed the bus by about 20-30 seconds, which I think would have happened anyway, since there were many people at the cashier. We arrived home about 20 minutes later than with 1. bus. Of course, he was nervous right away. We had a plan to go to the woods with the dog and then play a game at home. But the day ended for him because I slowed things, he is looking forward to when he will be at work and basically we had a fight and we haven't even talked since. In this case, it seems completely exaggerated to me. We could watch something on my mobile during that time, I had headphones, so we could also listen to something and have fun on the anniversary...he does mind a few extra minutes, but he doesn't mind hours and days of arguments and silence.
When I tell him my feelings, he’s like he doesn’t care because I don’t care. I begged him many times, that we should talk and not yell. So he talks but the same words that are killing me. And I want him to realize that it’s not all ONLY my fault. He sometimes make mistakes like everyone, but I’m not like this, I rather look for another solution and don’t make argument from this. But many times he didn’t do things he say, for example shopping, wash dish, do laundry (last time was my mistake I didn’t remind him while I was at work) etc…it was not important for him, but for me it was. Or he does things but than I listen for a week what he did. I don’t have cleanest home, bcz I rather spend time in other ways, but basics I try to do every day.
Many times after arguments he told me that he had depression or anxiety, because he want to be nice to me. But he says he don’t want to yell at me and than after few hours/days it’s the same. So he don’t want or want? In basic life he’s the best and cutest person I know.
He told me last argument, that he don’t know how to live different and that his father was rushing his mooooore than me. In past he wanted from me to slow him. And it’s my mistake I didn’t put more emphasis in it. But it’s rare that he do what I say, so I’m a bit used to not tell things. Now I realize, it can be result of me not keeping my word many times, bcz I thought that I can change myself, but some things I can’t or don’t know how yet. And I’m not very confident person and he’s like alfa, so I often think it’s pointless to say something, but I feel I need to change it.
I want to help him not to be so anxious and angry. And not in such rush. I want us to know how to enjoy life not only live. How can I start? He’s ignoring me completely.
tl;dr We are blaming each other for our mistakes, he’s angry because I’m not very smart and clumsy, so I slow him in life. But paradox is, that he’s in rush for spend time together, but than he don’t talk to me for hours. I think some things he’s blaming me for he should just accept like I accepted many his imperfections and accepted many similar situations. And need advice how to enjoy our life not only survive and make him talk to me.

A few weeks ago my middle sister came to visit me with her friend, I live with my mother and my younger sister
Her friend is really pretty and extroverted, according to my sister, she only dated one guy and got quite traumatized with the relationship, with made her not want to date anyone else anymore.
Later at that night, while we were having dinner, my mother started saying she was beautiful and asking her some personal questions, like if she planned to have kids in the near future, she said she never wants kids, but could change her mind after 35 (she is 25 now btw).
But let's talk about her body language, which made me a bit confused...
They stayed for 7 days, and one thing I noticed is that she constantly avoided eye contact with me when we were talking with each other, she would either look somewhere else or look at my sister, but for a few moments when I was paying attention to my sister or my mother talking, I could noticed that she quickly looked at me. She also never said my name, always asking my sister like "does he want a gum?", instead of offering me directly, but that's ok I guess since we don't have any intimacy.
In one moment though, I was right at her side and instead of asking directly to me, she looked at my sister asking her to ask to me, even my sister said: "Why don't you ask to him? He is just at your side"
I was wondering if I made something to make her feel uncomfortable or she just didn't like me, anyway, my younger sister heard mother talking with the girl saying how me and her would be a great couple and that I never had a girlfriend (yes, my mother actually thought this was a great thing to say...), and the girl said she wasn't looking for a relationship right now, but could change her mind later.
According to my sister, she only had this one boyfriend (who traumatized her, treating her badly), and that a lot of guys give her gifts but she doesn't want anyone
Another thing is that every time my sister came to talk to me in my room, she would come together, sometimes just to stay there, then she started showing me her own pictures in her cellphone, comparing and asking in which one she looked better, showing her with different hair and showing her family
In another moment, while she was talking with my younger sister about relationships, she started talking about age gaps, she said she would date someone up to 29 years old, but said 32 would be too old for her (I am 30 btw, and I was right at her side, don't know if it meant anything)
Anyway, she gave me 2 hugs before they left and a few days later I followed her in Instagram, she followed me back but didn't show much interest when I messaged her, I asked what she thought about the city and other stuff, she didn't respond for 2 days and I deleted the message thinking I was bothering her, but she noticed it and apologized saying she was busy, I then just said some more stuff, gave a goodbye and stopped talking with her.
Based on all that, what can be said about her body language? Did she show any interest on me, or was just avoiding me to not give the wrong impression?
Despite her being very attractive, can't say I am really interested in her, we have a few things in common but I am introverted and she is very extroverted, my younger sister says we matched each other, but I don't think so.
Anyway, I am just asking because her behavior was quite weird sometimes, also think it's an opportunity to understand women's body language better, I admit I am terrible at it, in the past I had girls who were interested in me, but I couldn't notice until it was too late, and girls I thought were interested, but were not.

I had an enclosed bon fire with 30+ hours on it.. And enclosed house with wooden boxes in it.. About 6 followers sitting around it about lvl 20ish each.. Left for 1 hour, came back, everything is gone ongoing the bon fire, the bon fires house... all that remained was a few walls to the main house....
What could do that?
I play on a pvp official server, but honestly I've tried attacking bases and it says bon fire protected and I do 0 damage to the structures... so if it's a person how I'm the lords name could they do that in an hour?
Any help is appreciated I spent all day today farming... it's all gone now.

My mom lives in a residential neighborhood, but some junk haulers moved into an empty lot next door. This lot is literally in between my mom's house and another house. It's an empty residential lot. My mom lives in an unincorporated area of a major county. It's not remote or anything, it's actually a pretty nice area very close to some famous landmarks you've probably heard of. But for whatever reason, in the 90s, some fucking geniuses in the county decided to change the zoning laws here, so these junk haulers area technically able to operate out of here.
They're fucking assholes. They start their loud trucks with the "BEEP BEEP BEEP" Usually at 6:30 am, but sometimes as early as 4:30 am. They'll operate as late as midnight sometimes. They even sometimes work on weekends. What they also like to do on weekends is have parties on the property. I guess the guys who work there like to hang out and loudly drink and laugh long into the night. They're absolutely inconsiderate assholes.
When they first moved in, I dunno if it was quite a year ago now, my mom was battling with them, talking to them about the noise, calling the sheriff etc. Of course, this did nothing, the sheriff doesn't care and didn't do anything, and the neighbor, the guy on the other side of the junk haulers lot, go in trouble one of the times my mom called the sheriff. Guess what he got in trouble for... Having too much junk on his property!
Not only that, but she's convinced that in retaliation, the guys started planting nails under my mom's tires. Both my mom and my sister's boyfriend ending up getting nails in their tires (they drive the exact same type of car, coincidentally). My mom says that she saw someone one night sneaking around her car in the dark, and she checked it out the next morning and found nails (this was after she had to have a tire replaced). And now has to check her car in the morning for sabotage before driving to work.
Their trucks are massive, and apparently the guys stand on the trucks and look into my mom's back yard and smile and wave at my mom and sister while they're back there, or when they're walking from the house to the garage to do laundry, etc. My mom and sister are the only two people who live there and it makes them really uncomfortable.
So, what do we do? How do we make them stop? How do we get them to move out?
Bonus points if you can think of some way to get even with the landlord who rented this residential lot to junk haulers! He had been renting it to a company who parked unused vehicles there for years. That was fine. But I guess he decided to be a greedy asshole and destroy a neighborhood by getting some new tenants.

1. Psalm 1: The Way of the Righteous and the Wicked

• Subject: Wisdom literature contrasting the paths of the righteous and the wicked.

1. Psalm 2: The Reign of the Lord's Anointed

• Subject: Kingship and divine authority, Messianic implications.

1. Psalm 3: Save Me, O My God

• Subject: A morning prayer for deliverance from enemies.

1. Psalm 4: Answer Me When I Call

• Subject: An evening prayer for God's favor and peace.

1. Psalm 5: Lead Me in Your Righteousness

• Subject: A morning prayer for guidance and protection.

1. Psalm 6: O Lord, Deliver My Life

• Subject: A penitential psalm seeking mercy and healing.

1. Psalm 7: In You Do I Take Refuge

• Subject: A prayer for justice and deliverance from enemies.

1. Psalm 8: God's Glory and Human Dignity

• Subject: A hymn praising God's majesty and reflecting on humanity's place in creation.

9-10. Psalm 9-10: God's Justice and the Oppression of the Poor

• Subject: A combined acrostic psalm addressing God's justice and the plight of the oppressed.

1. Psalm 11: The Lord is in His Holy Temple

• Subject: Trust in God's righteousness and protection in times of danger.

1. Psalm 12: Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone

• Subject: A lament about the scarcity of faithful people.

1. Psalm 13: How Long, O Lord?

• Subject: A prayer for deliverance and an expression of trust.

1. Psalm 14: The Fool Says, There Is No God

• Subject: Reflection on human folly and the need for God.

1. Psalm 15: Who Shall Dwell on Your Holy Hill?

• Subject: Describing the characteristics of those who dwell with God.

1. Psalm 16: You Will Not Abandon My Soul

• Subject: Confidence in God's protection and guidance.

1. Psalm 17: In the Shadow of Your Wings

• Subject: A prayer for protection and justice against enemies.

1. Psalm 18: The Lord is My Rock and My Fortress

• Subject: A song of victory and praise for God's deliverance.

1. Psalm 19: The Law of the Lord Is Perfect

• Subject: Celebration of God's revelation through nature and the Scriptures.

1. Psalm 20: May the Lord Answer You in the Day of Trouble

• Subject: A prayer for divine assistance in times of distress.

1. Psalm 21: The King Rejoices in Your Strength, O Lord

• Subject: A royal psalm expressing confidence in God's support for the king.

1. Psalm 22: Why Have You Forsaken Me?

• Subject: A lament anticipating the suffering of the Messiah.

1. Psalm 23: The Lord Is My Shepherd

• Subject: A beloved psalm expressing trust in God's provision and guidance.

1. Psalm 24: The King of Glory

• Subject: A hymn acknowledging God's sovereignty and the call to worship.

1. Psalm 25: To You, O Lord, I Lift Up My Soul

• Subject: A prayer for guidance and deliverance.

1. Psalm 26: Vindicate Me, O Lord

• Subject: A prayer for divine judgment and examination of one's integrity.

1. Psalm 27: The Lord Is My Light and My Salvation

• Subject: An expression of confidence in God's protection and desire for His presence.

1. Psalm 28: The Lord Is My Strength and My Shield

• Subject: A plea for divine assistance and protection.

1. Psalm 29: Ascribe to the Lord Glory

• Subject: A hymn celebrating the power and majesty of God in nature.

1. Psalm 30: Joy Comes with the Morning

• Subject: A song of thanksgiving for deliverance from distress.

1. Psalm 31: In You, O Lord, Do I Take Refuge

• Subject: A prayer for refuge and deliverance from enemies.

1. Psalm 32: Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven

• Subject: A psalm of confession, forgiveness, and the joy of a cleansed heart.

1. Psalm 33: Sing to him a new song

• Subject: A hymn of praise celebrating God's creative power and faithfulness.

1. Psalm 34: I Will Bless the Lord at All Times

• Subject: A song of praise and thanksgiving for God's goodness.

1. Psalm 35: Contend, O Lord, with those who contend with me

• Subject: A plea for divine intervention and justice against enemies.

1. Psalm 36: Transgression Speaks to the Wicked

• Subject: A contrast between the wickedness of humans and the steadfast love of God.

1. Psalm 37: Fret not yourself because of evildoers

• Subject: Wisdom literature advising patience, trust, and the eventual destiny of the righteous and the wicked.

an email i considered sending to my therapist, but never sent. share any thoughts as you would like :) thank you to anyone who takes the time to read. let me know if you relate if you’d like.
little jacked up, admittedly probably shouldn’t have done the block or two home from the bar if i’m being honest. it’s kind of wild the way things change and stay the same. the level of disconnect and the lack of discernment between what is okay and what is not. knowing and not knowing… rationalizing? what is okay
and the sadness as you watch people succumb, over and over, more and more. and you stand back and watch as people simply take watch, observe the decline, yourself included. and you think, well, they don’t know any different. but if you’re asking yourself the question, if you all make the jokes that indicate the awareness with things left unsaid… i don’t know. it’s an incredibly sad world we live in some days
and there’s people that greet me upon entering, and these people say they adore me, their words. and i’m here wondering why they ask me these questions, truthfully why can’t you just recognize that i need more than 6 ft of distance for me to be okay with you talking this intensely. no ill intent, warmth, encouragement. and i want nothing more than to not be seen. it’s amazing, truly.
there are so many missed communications. and people just carry on, they just continue to whatever beat their drum drums. they continue to color inside the lines, they don’t dare to shake their status quo. not recognizing that their status quo is what keeps things where they are. not recognizing that if they see something , say something. and i think it’s even more sad if they do see it. i’m one of those people, and i can empathize because i feel powerless too.
it’s a wild wild world all the time
and yet, my aunt texts me just now, she says “ Thanks for listening to me all the time. You’re one of the very few people that I can talk to and know that you totally understand what I’m jabbering about. ” so i have meaning, i made impact. right?
we’re all witnesses to this shit. it’s wild
i must be more jacked up than i thought, to be shamelessly sharing.
i think too many people are in pain, with no means to get out. except they have the means, they have the help, they just can’t see it. it’s a profoundly sad world. and nonetheless, a good night . a night of sharing, of exchanges, of authentic conversation.
i don’t know. i don’t quite have the words
i know that im deeply grateful to have the space to express. and i know that i wouldn’t be here if not for you
how many people don’t have a version of you? how many people stumble blindly through whatever their shit is, unknowingly colluding
i don’t know
and what is there to do? the spouse of the alcoholic takes him in the car home, he’ll sleep in the car or on the couch. the father who texts his son thanking him for his honesty about having been drinking, and therefore isn’t going to pick up his dad. i tell him, that’s a great text from your dad. good on you. (he’ll appreciate that someday if he doesn’t already). did he hear me? was he more upset that i shouldn’t be looking over his shoulder? it wasn’t my business in the first place? he wouldn’t be wrong.. but i read it and wished id have heard it, so i said something. he thanked me, so maybe. but maybe not, maybe he thought fuck you. the brother that storms out on his sister over who knows what, what i hear as a “years long conflict, this happens at least every other time they get together.” and it’s normal, so let’s move on, let’s have fun. forget about it. under the rug it goes.
how are people not profoundly disturbed by this? how do they actively participate?
and how can i say that as i stand by and watch these things pass by because these people are 20-30 years older than me, i dont have the connection necessary to plant any seeds of change. and yet i have 5 minute conversations with people only to hear that they call me extraordinary, they say im destined for great things, always have been.
i don’t know. i don’t know what i feel
i just know that it’s difficult for me to interact with so many people that have no idea what to do. and i have the empathy. i didn’t, i don’t know what to do either. you just keep trying anyway, but they don’t seem to. they brush it off, they act like it’s nothing so as to minimize the discomfort, in an effort to save somebody’s feelings.
i don’t know. it’s a wild thing
nobody i know is ever malicious. i know malicious people exist, they are not the ones i know.
it’s insane to me the level of harm that can be done despite good intentions. and how disturbingly normal it is to watch and do nothing. nothing. sit back. they’ll figure it out. maybe. someday. maybe. hopefully.
it’s fucked up. what if they don’t? what if they need you to say something? what if they need to know that it’s seen, even if it’s uncomfortable, even if it hurts?
i don’t know. i’m not pointing the finger, im no different, im a participant as well
but im 24, i say, im only a kid compared to these people. cant be much different than the things they all tell themselves.
i don’t know.
it’s a weird thing.
and today was my dad’s 50th birthday . and i hugged him multiple times, trying to tell him i love him. trying to tell him to stay close. take care of yourself, i need you around. and yet im fuming over the treatment of my step-sister who still lives in his house. the lack of accountability taken. and how could you carry on this way. how could you not see what you’re doing. how could you continue to oppress, restrict another human being, another child of yours. i told you what it did to me, didn’t i? didn’t you listen? i thought you did.
but i love this man more than i give a fuck whether the sun rises the next day, and so i will give him grace. i will hug him tight because i don’t want him going anywhere. i see him laugh it up, i see him brush things off, i see him swallow, and make light. and i watch his body decay as the stress compounds. why? how? but i get it, too. i haven’t said anything either. that’s all we know
i care that he knows how much i love him, how much i need him, how much i yearn for closeness, for him to understand. i see the weight that you’re carrying that you tirelessly try to dismiss
i don’t know what to do with all of this sometimes there’s too much to be seen that isn’t said.
i’m highly analytical, im logical, im rational, im disconnected. and honestly i don’t know how else to exist, because feeling it all, watching it all
i don’t know sometimes. i don’t know
and it was a great night. it was a great night
too many paradoxes.
and i’ll wake up tomorrow, i’ll forget about this. i’ll be caught up in my own world. it will be out of sight out of mind
what can you do? are the messages i receive from people like my aunt enough? do i need to think better? it’s not like im not already cracking under my own weight. but would more mean more? do more? how do we all sit back like that. how do we all do that
blows my mind, and i understand it all the same.
crazy. crazy. crazy.
i hope you’ve been able to get some rest. it makes me wonder sometimes… did you abuse your body too like i have? is it a case of poor genetics? is it to be expected with aging? do you have regrets that you’re now paying the price for? or have you made your peace and you roll with the punches? what are the things you tell no one about? what are the things you try to forget? what are the things you deny but secretly know, the things that only you could possibly know? and am i projecting? is there a level of healing where that’s not what you think anymore? but at the end of the day, i think everybody has those, no matter how healed you think you are. is that reality or just mine?
do you have somebody too?
maybe it’s arrogant of me, but i don’t think i would sense, i don’t think i would suspect if there was nothing to know.
that pains me some days.
but maybe that’s the human part of this work. maybe i’m human, and you’re human, and we all have things left unseen and untouched, unsaid.
do i think that because im wounded? or is that how this thing we call life is? i don’t know.

Hey, fellow snow addicts!
So, I've been snowboarding for 14 seasons, which sounds like an impressive amount of years until you realize that translates to about 56 days in total. That's right, I'm the snowboarding equivalent of a weekend warrior who only gets to swing their sword once a year. Picture a knight polishing his armor for 364 days, then tripping over his sword in front of a dragon for the one day he actually goes into battle. Yep, that's me.
Every year, like a kid on Christmas, I convince myself that THIS is the year I'm going to find the perfect snowboard to help me become a better rider. So, I watch all the YouTube videos, read all the reviews, and drool over the latest gear like a teenager over a new PlayStation console. I show up at the mountain looking like a snowboarding superhero, only to spend the next four to five days fighting with my board like it's an unruly toddler. By the time I get a handle on it (sort of), my week is up and I slink home, feeling unsatisfied, only to shove the board in the closet and start the whole cycle again next year.
I've tried talking to snowboard retail staff, but their advice is as standard as a hotel continental breakfast. They size me up, hand me a board that fits from floor to chin, and send me on my merry way. I tell them I think I want a shorter board, and they look at me like I've just declared that I want to snowboard on a cafeteria tray.
So here I am, the new season is just around the corner and I'm doing it all over again. This time, I'm looking at the RIDE Twinpig and thinking it might be my golden ticket. It's got a wider base for us heavier folks (I’ve got the build of a yeti after hibernation) and RIDE recommends going shorter in length when choosing a pig range board. But before I drop more cash on yet another board that might end up as an expensive cupboard decoration, I am turning to Reddit for help!
Has anyone else been stuck in this endless loop of snowboarding frustration? Any tips on finding a board that doesn’t make you feel like a penguin on roller skates? Share your wisdom, your stories, or even your favourite snowboarding fails. I need all the help I can get before I repeat history and become a sad, possible toasted/crispy knight once again.
Thanks in advance for the advice!
P.S. My riding style? Well, I like to charge down the mountain (not crazy fast, but fast enough to feel like I’m the star of my own action movie) while making big, dramatic turns. I do enjoy popping a lip whenever I spot one, but let’s be real—my airtime usually ends with me inspecting the snow up close and personal, pondering my life choices. I’ve dabbled in the park too, but after a few too many face-offs with jibs and boxes that left me looking more like a crash test dummy than a snowboarder, I now steer clear like they’re radioactive.
P.S.S. Also, before you suggest this, I don't get the opportunity to try out the demo days that stores offer as I am usually in the snow for only a week, and it is always a week that is outside of school holidays so the demo days are not as frequent. If I am honest, I have never seen any demo days when I have been out in the snow.
P.S.S.S. Here is a link to a video I made of when we were in Japan just before Covid lockdowns. You don't have to watch the whole movie, but for the first 30 seconds, you can see me riding (I am in the blue and white jacket with the green goggles). Hopefully this will give you some idea. https://youtu.be/pBvyHfXEN5o?si=mv8H94RGzmSI9KIa

Good day everyone. I’m (30 yo) an independent woman, have been married (Also 30 yo) for 6 months through an arranged marriage. I’ll confess that I was very reluctant about getting married at first, especially after observing all the failed marriages of most of my cousins, however, I got lucky as my husband is the best partner one could have. He had always treated me like his queen, supporting me and my dreams.
We were a big joint family of eight until I was 5 and my dad transferred out to another city. Before that, it had always been my 5-years older cousin who had been the one who raised me and babysat me most of the time, as my mum, being the only housewife, took care of the whole family. She is the elder daughter of my paternal uncle and the eldest of all my paternal cousins, let's call her B. I am the only child of my parents. My dad had six siblings, though my uncle and dad were the only ones who stayed together until my dad’s transfer, that’s why we were so close.
B had always been domineering in nature, but it never bothered me as I tend to be very laid back. She would always find me ‘too generous’ and ‘too lazy and incompetent’, as I’ve sometimes made the mistake of confessing about sharing my lunch and occasionally some money from my allowance with some of my poor classmates, scolding me and saying that I have no regards for budgets. I used to get upset but tried my best to ignore her as my parents told me I did nothing wrong when B complained to them, and my mum even started giving me extra lunch to share. I started keeping a polite distance out of respect that she raised me until I was 5, and was a decent company when she was not scolding me for always wasting my allowances. She had also been a vehement support when I protested against my wedding. She even somehow found out about several debts and loans of my in-laws and protested against my wedding to that family, though my parents didn't listen to her. I had always thought she was looking after my future and thought nothing about it. She even supported me when I said I didn't want any kids, saying if I wanted to play with any kids, I was welcome to spend time with her son.
After marriage, I’ve discovered my FIL took many loans in my husband’s name, after lying to him and saying it was for the treatment of my terminally ill MIL, who died 5 months before our wedding. Then we found out FIL had been cheating and my husband cut his relationship with him. I suggested taking some of his loans, to reduce his financial loads and close them ASAP, as we were planning to buy a house next year.
In the last family union, B pulled me apart and started asking about my savings and how much I had saved up. I, being forgetful in nature, thought nothing of it as she tends to do that sometimes; and told her that I just went through the biggest event of my life, so I don't have anything saved now. Arguments spiked as she started listing how much I spent on everything for my wedding and that it had been 6 months, so I must have started to have a decent amount as my salary was high enough (Yes, she kept a list of everything). In the heat of the moment, I accidentally blurted out about helping my husband with his loans. At that time, B completely lost her mind and started yelling at me. That's when I learned that she somehow found out that I had also been financially helping my other cousin’s education after his dad, my maternal uncle, went bankrupt. She kept accusing me of being spendthrift, having no regard for my money and always being reckless. It really hurt me, as I know I am not a spendthrift, I don't waste my money on useless shopping or other things. My only addiction is buying books, nothing else!
In the middle of her tirades, my husband came and told me that my mum was asking for me, pretending to not hear anything but I know he heard everything, as he somehow has developed an extra sense when it comes to me and notices everything. I was ashamed and angry, on the verge of crying, but we didn't speak about it.
Later my husband kept asking questions and finally learned everything about her. Then he asked whether she wished that I wouldn't get married or have any kids so all my money and property would go to her son.
I never thought about it before, I didn't even want to think like that about her... but it makes sense. Could that be the reason, or is she just looking after me? Please let me know!

When is too much enough to leave? Adivce needed
I (26f) have been with my boyfriend (36m) for almost 4 years now, I love him very much but lately I have been thinking of breaking up with him, but am not sure if I really want to or if I am just overwhelmed. So would really like some opinions, he is a really good guy… when he is high(he smokes marijuana)- he is sweet affectionate, funny, and very loving. what makes him unbearable is when he is sober, or when something happens and his temper flared. Usually, I can deal with it but ever since he cheated on me it’s become more and more annoying(he kissed one of my coworkers) I got over it(the cheating) because I don’t have any where else to go and I honestly didn’t want to break up if it was “just a kiss” which is what he claims and says thats all it was and that it was a mistake, and he’s been trying to do better. When we first got together his temper was a lot for me, when he gets mad he gets very loud and threatens violence(not towards me usually) but if i have an opinion opposite of his when he’s like then it becomes an argument so i just stay quiet usually, because i dont know what else to really do. My friends i have at work basically say he is dragging me down and that i should have broken up with him when the kissing incident happened. And now that he lost his job, I am the one paying for everything and i find myself going broke. But he’s the one always talking about “we” need to find a way to leave his moms house(we have a seperate studio so we don’t really live with her). But sometimes he says “I” when he talks about leaving, i feel i come second to the dogs as well. He even texted me one time while i was at work saying “when the dogs are gone I don’t see myself living much longer after that” so am i really just wasting my time? He claims to love me a lot, and doesnt want us to break up, says he wants kids with me and that i’m one of the most important people in his life. I feel i have more ambition and drive, and i want to LIVE and be in the world. Is it normal to feel this way? I feel as if we’re both dragging eachother down…
TLDR: been together 4 years, a lot of tears anger and emotional things have happened, is it time to leave? Or should i stick it out?

tldr: She (21f moroccan) is very shy, met a man, texted with him, went to him to say goodbye, blacked out kind of overwhelmed with everything in a state where she would easily be taken advantage of, he forced her to blow, no penetration, yelled at her, got her out of the house. She blamed herself, said she's gonna kill herself if she got aids (she had a wound from an OP in her mouth so it's technically possible I guess), now realizes she's been abused and can't stop turning her head of, bad sleep, no apetite. Now she wants to report it to the police and writes everything down
She trusts my advice, so I feel very overwhelmed with my responsibility, my advice could help or destroy her (maybe not, idk)
About her
Over a year ago I met her on an App called "HelloTalk", it's for learning languages and she reached out to me to help her with german. Yes, Im german and we've never seen each other in real life. We've been chatting regularly since and talked about all kinds of stuff. From what I can tell she has a big heart, would help people even though it might not give her anything. Her life in that time had some difficulties with studying, but it seemed manageable to me until everything fell apart.
She discovered that she has breast cancer. It made going through day to day life difficult, she was strong and tried her best to continue, continue to study. She sometimes would fall behind, because she wasnt allowed to stress herself or had Operations done to her during lessons.
The abuser
It was that time when she met J. They met on a dating app "hinge". They had good conversations it seemed and so met up in real life. She told me about it and it made me happy, I was hoping maybe she found a nice person. She liked him. She even got a little jealous when he talked to the receptionist, since she is not a social butterfly. I tried encouraging her at the time, that she's great and if he's any good he'll see. I remember her sending me a voice note crying, she wanted to make him a christmas present and spend the whole day trying to get like a small wooden surf-board with some words imprinted. But the people she asked for the service did a poor job, but promised to fix it and didn't so she went somewhere else and something there failed too. It was just supposed to me a small gift, she wouldn't even write her name on it, she just thought, maybe it will make the person happy.
What happened
J was gonna leave the country and so she wanted to say goodbye, in person. She took a taxi and was very nervous. It was far out of her comfort zone to do this, but she pushed herself. Her plan was to say goodbye, maybe give him a hug and leave. He had different plans though. In retrospect I should have read the signs, he wanted to meet up earlier times, but it was very far for her and she didn't feel safe. That's why she's also a little nervous, she's far from home (maybe 1-2 hours). He never pushed it, but always wanted her to come to him.
I dont know exactly what happened at this point. He must have said that he has something for her and she should come in. They went upstairs and then he hugged her, her giving no signs that she is comfortable happy or any consent, he started kissing her, and that's when she must have been so overwhelmed that she was kind of in a shock. You know after all she's also a muslim. She couldn't process what happened fast enough and that's when he pulled out his dick and made her blow it, yelling at her, that was the thing she remembered most, is him yelling, she told me crying "he yelled at me".
After
She started blaming herself, why would she be so stupid, why did she trust him, why couldn't she say anything
She fell out of uni, because she couldn't focus on anything other than this. It gave her sleepless nights
She worried that she would get HIV and made a test, telling me she'd kill herself if it was positive. I tried my best calling her, telling her it's not her fault... I had a long list of reasons not to, prepared when she tells me the result and luckily it was negative. That's when I first started this draft and actually it went up hill.
She chatted with him even after it and he is the most disgusting thing I've seen. He doesn't feel any guilt, instead kicks her when she's on the floor. When she tells him that he destroyed her, he sends pictures of him having fun, telling her he misses her mouth.
She finally blocked him and it reliefed her, she realized she's been abused. Even though she cant stop thinking about it every day, crying, she got out of that self-blaming attitude. Instead she wants to report it to the police now. All she has is the chat between him and her, which is very vivid and she translates it to arabic... Im not a police officer, not a lawyer, and I dont know morocco, but I have doubts that this is going to lead to anything. She's full tunnel visions into it wanting to finish this. Nobody is on her side, they say she's 18, so she should have taken care of herself. Not only her parents but also institutions that should help people in this situation
I hope when she's done gathering up every detail, she gets it out of her head. I just want her to find peace.
I already told her that she shouldn't expect too much coming out, so that it wont hurt as much if nothing happens. But I have to support her with it, it seems, she has nobody else who would help her
She looks up to me, so what advice can I give her?

I've felt unwanted my whole life. By unwanted, any girl I have ever dated made me feel like they didn't want to make time for me. Or they tell me they like me, worse, my first girlfriend always says she loved me just to drop me over and over again. But it never felt like they meant it. I felt neglected.
They told me they liked me emotionally but everything says otherwise. I have always been second to something else. Even someone else.
The ex you'd say "loved me" dodged trying to make a real effort to come out and see me until she projected her insecurities onto me. I was never a person.
The worst is when I'm treated like I'm nothing & mocked & shit talked because I didn't fuck a girl right.
I always felt like I needed a persona or I'd just be dropped & unattractive. I can't take off the mask. If the mask gets rejected it stings less. But stings really hard regardless. I have a feminine side to me.
Sometimes I've even been looked at in a way that didn't make me feel human.
I'm crying as I type this.
There was only one person that ever made me feel truly seen. Who went out of his way to make time for me, looked at me with real feelings in his eyes. Never have I ever doubted that. We would go places together, I saw someone that liked me the way I liked them. Someone who has seen all my ugly and accepted me anyways. My narcissism, my aggression with how I vent when I'm angry at a guy that wronged or insulted me (straight guy to straight guy conflicts). My feelings never left.
I saw him at the club today and we danced with his friend around, he isn't single right now but it was innocent. I just ended up crying and told him I can't be around him because my feelings never changed. I left.
I hate that I can't give him the physical experience that a relationship needs because men don't turn me on sexually. That was the only thing that kept me from dating him the first time because I didn't want to burden him with that. To make him feel undesirable.
I have extreme trust issues with women every woman I grew up with (mom etc) neglected and treated me like shit & it's fucked up my attachment style towards women.
I have great friends that are girls and I care for them & they care for me, I just cannot date girls and feel safe & like I can trust them. I have a literal disconnect now where I feel zero urge & am in flight mode even thinking about dating them or anything emotional.
But I felt secure with him. My feelings felt safe. I can't stop crying.

Hey, everyone. It's been tormenting me that I can't find this impossibly funny video! There's this black brother (probably in his teens) being interviewed by a white middle-aged lady. He goes on talking about how "fine" this one chick is. He says something like, "I was walking and saw this fine ass. Damn girl, who told you to bring that fine ass out in the day time?" And he's so fixated on this ass that he totally forgot the interviewer lady was there. I think she brings him back to reality and he's totally shook 🤣.
Please help me find this! For the sake of all meme culture!!

TL;DR at the bottom.
This trip hasn’t been any fun at all and I want to go home already but unfortunately I am here for another 2-3 days. I wanted to go on vacay to get away from MY mom bc she's such a narcissist and i wanted to relax.I’ve tried to make light of the situation until it got worse yesterday.
I Yesterday, we went to a resort in Mexico because the family had a one day pass. At the end of it, Dalia (my friend's 30 yr old half sister) was too drunk and she took a taxi with her 6 year old daughter and Shayla (the sister's friend). We were originally supposed to go shopping at the mall after the resort and eat at an Italian restaurant within the resort but that did not go to plan which was okay at the time. After those 3 leave, it was just me, my friend May and her parents. I thought we were going to go shopping like they said we would because that is something everyone, especially me lol also wanted to do. We didn't even do that and the only reason they even took us to the shopping strip in the first place was because they wanted to buy weed. They didn't even say that initially and I only found that out because they kept getting agitated bc they couldn't find the McDonald's they were trying to use as a land marker. But I knew where the McDonalds was and I was very confused as to why they weren't listening to me when I was telling them where it was. I just assumed they wanted McDonald's since the food at the resort wasn't the best.
My friend told me that they wouldn't directly say they were getting weed because "they still need to be somewhat of a good influence" or something like that, like what?? They haven't been that this WHOLE trip and nobody is fucking dumb. They've been smoking and talking about weed this whole time in front of us/me. So why does THAT matter now ? Why tf would I care you're adults?? I literally have wanted weed this whole time anyway and already bought alcohol.
This is the worst part. After we come back from the whole McDonalds shit, the four of us get into a taxi to go back to the Airbnb. When we arrive in front of our residence, the dad pulls out his card but the driver says he only takes cash. The dad flips his shit, says he's scamming him or whatever. The ride was 200 pesos, which is 10 USD. He says the driver is scamming him because he has been paying with his card the whole time in other taxis. Fhe mom thinks they're being scammed too. The dad was about to punch the driver in the face over ten fucking dollars??? The mom and my friend had to convince him to fucking stop and he kept getting mad at the daughter telling her to get tf inside. I had to end up paying (again) the ten dollars because I had cash. I say again because at the start of the trip, I had to pay 80 dollars for the cab to the Airbnb bc the dad didn't have service to pay so I used the cash I had. I did get the money back but still. wtf. Also they were not being scammed and if they were it wasn't even THAT bad because all of the taxis are 10 to 17 dollars from the mall to where we live. Theiithink it's a scam because he wanted cash. I had a taxi driver when I snuck out once because there wasn't any food and I was STARVING, I asked him if he takes cash or card and he said cash, but it was still all the same price. They don't know I snuck out and I'm glad I didn't tell my friend that I did because she would have told them. probably.
The next day, which is today, I wake up and everybody is just fucking gone besides my friend and her sisters daughter. This pisses me off because they have left us, to baby sit the little girl AGAIN for idek how many times they've done that. It's extremely fucking annoying I haven't even been able to enjoy the trip and my friend damn sure has not either. she said she was really embarrassed yesterday to the dad and wouldn't have invited me if the parents were gonna act like they do at home with/around me. The dad "apologizes" today saying "Im sorry for being so embarrassing" like what?
They told us to go shop and have fun. To not let any of the shit that happened ruin the fun. Idk how that's possible but whatever I might as well. My friend didn't want to go shopping because she was crying and upset today. I was getting dressed because I said I am just going then because I was so sick of not being able to do ONE thing I wanted to. She then ended up coming with but then her phone not charging ruined her mood again and she wasn't going anymore. I was given money to use from home and was determined to just use it.I just wanted to do something fun for fucking once. I told my narc mom I was going to go out with or without my friend because it would have been BAD at home for me had I not enforced that. She kept pleading me not to go alone but I was persisting and wasn't asking. She just ended up telling me she's worried and to just be safe. Wasn't mad.
I walked out and paid for the taxi. I only went because it was only a 3-5 minute taxi ride to the public mall to shop. My friend then calls me asking if I left and why'd I go without her?? She literally didn't even want to go anymore and I said that. She tells me she insists I come back and she said it wasn't smart to leave and that "I'll get snatched up". Her parents and everyone were angry with me she said. First of all, her parents and everyone else kept fucking walking away from us without saying a word as to where they were heading. could have been fucking kidnapped multiple times because of them since that's the damn problem. I didn't even want to go alone initially, but it was bright as day outside, I am sick of this family and I'd rather be alone and do what I want to do, since that's clearly never gonna happen with them. Plus I shouldn't have to rely on company or anyone to have fun, especially at this point. Her mom gets on the phone and just tells me to come back bc she's responsible for me but then is like "because if you don't come back Im going to have to call your mom". I can never get a break away from my mom no matter the damn situation it seems. That was literally not needed at all. She called her anyway regardless of me saying I was coming back.
Also now im being accused of stealing their fucking weed they leave out on the counter. I don't need ur fucking weed if I WANTED weed (which I have this whole time but that was only between me and my friend) I can BUY my own weed with the money I have. The first time my friend asked me I didn't care because it was just a question out of concern. Today she asked me a second time and now I am feeling accused. She said her dad thinks I took it because my laptop was there. EVERYBODYS STUFF HAS BEEN DOWNSTAIRS. How is that even a good accusation and you're asking me the second time. There was no way it was not Shayla because she kept walking away to ask strangers for fucking cigarettes day 1 of the trip. then walked away AGAIN that day to try and buy some. She was also downstairs at like 5am one time bc I went downstairs to go outside rq and I saw her doing god knows what in the dark. I don't even think they even tried to question her about it, since she's been smoking with them but instead have only been accusing me.
I have tried to be very respectful to my friend's family because I don't want to be rude or say anything bad since that's her family. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to deal with it though and if I'm accused a third time I am going to fucking snap and probably cuss someone out. I am also trying not to get into any trouble at home because whether it's reasonable or not my mom is going to say I was being disrespectful and take their side on that regard.
TL;DR: I am on vacation in Mexico with my friends family and my patience has been tested this whole entire time. i've been accused of stealing weed twice which I have NOT done at all and it doesn't seem like they've asked anyone else. The dad threatened to punch the taxi driver over ten dollars bc he thought the taxi driver was scamming him when he wasn't. I had to pay for the ten dollars in cash and I also paid 80 initially at the start of trip for the taxi because the dad didn't have service on his phone.

I've been taking lexapro for about 2 months now. I'm just on 5mg but I was told I can go to 10.
Im 30. I have adhd also. I don't take any meds and haven't until lexapro, I'm kinda against them. Just had some wild shit happen so I wanted some help.
I lost 80 pounds over the last 2 years and got fit and kinda turned my whole life around.
Here's some things I've noticed:
I've gained 16 pounds. (I'm eating like crazy, lost my discipline) I don't want to go to the gym every day anymore. I just want to eat all the time. I want to just lay around in bed. I feel sort of empty, but it's not bad. Dry mouth, especially when waking up. I work in food. It's hectic as hell. I'm chill now (We're all angry people) I'm pretty unbothered by most things. I feel extremely lazy. Sometimes I have to try extremely hard to finish with my girlfriend - I have like a 4+ hour window before I can again, but I want to.
I don't think I even need it anymore, or even know if it kicked in yet? I've always lived with anxiety and not managing my depression symptoms. It's like I'm guilt free depressed now. I don't have my anxiety to kick my ass into doing everything I need to do and my executive dysfunction from adhd is in control.

‘Do not bring home the mudmen.’ That’s what my uncle said to me when I went camping in the woods behind his farm. I asked him for more information but he shook his head. ‘It’s a tradition. It's just a thing people around here used to say in the old days.’ He smiled at me, even though his eyes looked rather sad. I said goodbye and started walking. Ever since my sister died, I have not been the same. My mother had sent me camping in these woods to defeat the numbness. ‘A bit of fresh air will do you good. One night alone in the woods, that's all you need!’. I remembered her words when it started raining, only one hour into my camping trip. Part of me wanted to return to the farm but my body kept walking. I have to admit that it felt good to be outside. While the rain fell, my thoughts kept going back to the funeral. It had also rained then. It was hard actually to remember a single thing about that day. All the speeches and the faces and the condolences blurred together in my head. The only moment that I did remember, was after the funeral when everyone had gone home and I lingered for a while at my sister’s grave. I joked around like we used to do but with no response, all the while crying like a child. Joking to my sister’s grave did make me feel better though it did not stop the numbness.
The afternoon passed while I thought about my sister and my future. Every couple of hours the rain stopped, only to begin again a few minutes later. The earth made squishy sounds while I trudged my way towards a good camping spot. Sometimes one of my boots got stuck in the dirt but it didn’t bother me. My sister and me, we used to go on adventures in the small woods near our school. A world of imagination and freedom awaited us there between the trees. My current trip made me reminisce about our adventures. With my shoes in the wet soil, I felt like an adventurer myself, a lonely hero on his way towards an epic quest. I smiled while the rain kept falling.
By nightfall, I had secured a cosy camping spot on a hill, high and dry from the ever-present rain. I ate the sandwiches my uncle made for me and fell asleep to the faint beginnings of a thunderstorm in the distance. I broke up my tent and returned to the farm. I felt much better, to be honest. It had finally stopped raining and the sun guided me during my walk back. I had some time for myself. Time to think about my sister but also about me. I’d finally started thinking about my future. Made some plans and jotted some things down in my journal. So it was with great enthusiasm that I returned to the world of the living. Even though the rain had stopped, the mud was still there. It was impossible to traverse the woods without getting dirty. But I didn’t care. I felt happy and a little mud had never killed anyone, right?
When I came back, my uncle wasn’t there. He had left a note that he had gone to a friend’s house and that he wouldn’t return until that evening. Because my shoes were already dirty I decided to help my uncle out and do a bit of work on the farm. I cleaned up the stables, fed the pigs and reorganized his storage. When I was ready, I left my muddy shoes outside.
I woke up to the sound of a scream. Sleep still had me in its thrall when I came down the stairs. A second scream shook me from my slumber and I raced outside, towards the sound. It came from the stable. I crossed the courtyard and saw dirty footprints everywhere, all ominous looking in the moonlight. I threw open the stable’s door but I saw it was already too late.
I want you to imagine my uncle. He’s in his forties. Short brownish hair, modest beard, big friendly eyebrows. Now imagine him again but with mud and dirty black water coming out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. His scream had turned into a desperate gurgle when I saw him. He sat upon his knees surrounded by three humanoid figures entirely covered in mud. At second glance, they weren’t covered in it. They were mud. Their whole body was mud. These figures stared at me or I thought they did. They had no faces but their heads turned towards me. My uncle tried to gurgle a warning or something but he had wasted his last breaths. As he fell in a puddle of saliva and dirt I ran away as fast as I could. I heard the wet squelching steps of my pursuers, reminding me of my return to the farm while it rained earlier that day. I ran inside, shoved a closet against the door and started thinking about an escape plan. Meanwhile it had started to rain again.
My initial plan was to escape through the front door. But what to do after that? Where to go? I searched for the keys to my uncle’s pickup truck but found nothing. Shit. He probably had the keys on him. Which meant I had to get all the way back to the stable and face the mudmen. I picked up a big knife from the kitchen and decided to risk it. On foot in the rain with mud everywhere I probably won’t last long, especially when my pursuers were made out of the same dirt I was walking upon. The steady rhythm of rainfall synchronised with the beating of my heart as I went outside. When I put on my shoes, I noticed they were clean as if I never even had been camping. While adrenaline raged and all my rational thinking was being crushed by raw fear, I darted towards the stable. On my way I sank halfway into a deep puddle and when I reached the doors I had become some of a mudman myself. All my muscles strained and my brain was going in survival mode as I opened the door. I was ready to stab these mudmen. To avenge my uncle and… I saw no one. The stable was empty. No mudmen but also not a trace of my uncle.
I decided to return back to the house and that was the moment I found out where all the mudmen had been. They had been gathering reinforcements. Outside the stables stood eight mudmen. Their slick featureless heads ‘looked’ at me. It was difficult to say where their legs ended or where the ground started. One of them seemed new. The mud was not as thick as with the others and pieces of farm overall were visible. It was my uncle. Before I had any time to process this, the fuckers began to make their way towards me. I quickly decided to abandon my hope of a pick-up truck and to go with my plan B. I ran away as fast as I could. They followed me, slowly but surely. Mud was everywhere as I sprinted through the woods. Water, dirt and tree branches clung to me as I tried to shake off the mudmen. They moved like boneless masses, ever merging with the ground upon which they persuaded me.
I don’t know how far or fast I ran. I passed some other farms and wondered whether they could be potential targets of the mudmen. The way my uncle had warned me this morning, seemed like folklore but real. Maybe everyone that lived there knew to watch out when walking through mud. After crossing multiple asphalt roads and some hills, I arrived in a small village. I went to the local diner and decided to call my parents to come and pick me up. I have no idea how I will explain any of this to them or to myself.
I’m currently waiting for my parents. I decided to post my story here to get my thoughts straight. Has anyone ever heard of these mudmen? Or encountered them? I wonder if there is any way to stop them. As I write this grey clouds gather once again and I just heard a conversation between two truckers. According to them, it will keep raining for the next couple of days. Better avoid the woods for a while.