Wrecked cars

Husband never knows why im upset 🙄
Context of today and last night
Hubby lays down 3yr old to nap at 4pm (his naps are between 1:30&2 normally, 4 way too late)
I say no cause i know LO will be up all night (foreshadowing)
Hubby lays down at 4:30 and says “its fine ill be up with him tonight”
Fine, whatever.
LO actually falls asleep at 6:30pm then gets up EVERY HOUR THROUGH THE NIGHT then gets up for the day at 4 am, ive been up all night at this point(of course now im pissed cause his schedule is wrecked)
Btw hubby never woke up
Im like okay fine ill just sleep when he get up, figuring he’ll be up any minute.
LO is out where he is on the couch, turning on all the lights, yelling, playing with toys, yelling “daddy! Daddy!”, jumping on hubs face….not a move.
At this point me and LO have been out there for an hr (LO is playing with some pebbles at the counter-important later)
Finally hubby wakes up on his own once I’ve finally got the kid calm down on my own, im exhausted and even more pissed at this point.
Im 21wks pregnant btw and put LO to bed and get up with him everyday.
Hubby tries to come in and I don’t even wanna bother with him, he sees LO is with me and just leaves to play the computer.
I put LO out in his room with his tablet because he’s jumping on me and getting rowdy (hubby has the [audio video] baby monitor) he knows LO is in his room.
I go back in and fall asleep assuming he will get LO since he’s up with the monitor and i told him i haven’t slept.
LO gets up and comes back in bed with me (quietly like a sneaky toddler) while im asleep then decides hes gunna put some more random rocks he found under the bed, in his mouth (he collects rocks)
Hubby comes in (im still asleep) and he sees LO putting some in his mouth and he starts yelling at me and LO waking me out of a dead sleep.
He starts yelling at LO and spanks him then comes back in at starts yelling at me about watching LO and why he has rocks etc (he lets LO bring rocks in when he finds them)
He had the monitor and can see and hear the doors open and close but he was too busy on the game to know/care that the baby came in my room. Hypocrite.
He starts slamming shit around and keeps yelling at me about it while dramatically and ineffectively ‘sweeping’ the mess just to seem more annoyed and prove a point. They are rocks, they don’t need sweeping.
Btw all he has to do is tell LO to spit it out and put it in the garbage, LO is pretty good with listening when not YELLED at. he didn’t need to scream at him and hit him.
I take the broom and yell at him to GTFO. He gets all baffled and is having a ‘what did i do wrong moment’ i kick him out and lock the door.
I throw all the rocks away and go check on LO. At this point its 7:30am and Ive kinda slept 4 hrs through the night.
I fall asleep for like 15 mins then get up. I come out to see hubby sent LO back to bed while he was wide awake, didn’t give him breakfast, try to play with him, even took the tablet away from him, and send him right to befd(he had already slept for almost 10 hrs between wakes for drinks, pull ups, and random energy burst because of the schedule being off and he was wired )
I get pissed yet again and take LO back to my room and try to stay up and play with him because obviously the computer is more important. Ill play with and take care of our child and stay up all day and night if i have to just so our child doesn’t feel punished and neglected.
He comes in all pissed that is took the baby and hes like “what are you doing i was putting him back to bed” and im like “you are NOT putting him back to bed at 8am! He went to bed at 6:30 pm-LATER that YOU did, you obviously don’t wanna play with him so ill stay up and play with him”
He got pissed and went back to his computer. LO decided he wanted to watch tablet in his room so i let him.
Hubby on computer and i decide since im up now because im worried that hubby is just gunna ignore LO if i fall back to sleep so i decided ’well if i have to stay up im gunna go shopping’
I go to the store thats walking distance from us.
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Fast forward to 3:30pm, hubby says ‘you can go nap, i got him’ so i go lay down, fall asleep for 15 mins then i have LO in jumping on me waling me up.
Whatever, fine ill just get him to cuddle.
I did he was nice and calm and i was able to close my eyes for a few more minutes, then hubby comes storming in, starts getting both the baby and our dog(texas heeler, XL chunky dog) riled up then decided while they are going nuts and jumping on me that hes gunna come try to cuddle by me and ‘pretend’ to sleep (he will immediately fall asleep if he closes his eyes)
I get pissed and get up and storm out knowing if i stay he will fall asleep and ill be stuck with both of the psychotic children.
He get up and goes “What the hell is your problem now?!!”
Im in the kitchen trying to make myself food because i haven’t been able to eat much of anything all day between nausea and not wanting to be around him all day.
He goes “what are you really pissed because i am taking your car for a few hours?!” (His parents need to borrow him for moving his sis)
REALLY?! NO IM NOT PISSED BECAUSE OF MY F*CKING CAR!
I give up on food and just go back to the room, accidentally, not aggressively, shutting the door with LO behind me.
Im sad cause now LO thinks im mad at him so i sneak out and steal him, leaving the jeys on the counter hoping hubby will just leave and leave me alone until i calm down. Nope hes still bugging me, i ignore him (he knows talking to me when im mad is useless and he should do it after he comes back.
He is finally gone and im hanging with LO making food and writing this. Im so tired and in so much physical pain im dreading him coming back later.
Ps: IK i could have done things better but the issue was so simple and hes so stupid to MAKE THE PROBLEM WORSE. I just thought the one day of the year that i could sleep-in in the morning because hubby was already up in the morning for once in his life.
RANT OVER.

Context of today and last night
Hubby lays down 3yr old to nap at 4pm (his naps are between 1:30&2 normally, 4 way too late)
I say no cause i know LO will be up all night (foreshadowing)
Hubby lays down at 4:30 and says “its fine ill be up with him tonight”
Fine, whatever.
LO actually falls asleep at 6:30pm then gets up EVERY HOUR THROUGH THE NIGHT then gets up for the day at 4 am, ive been up all night at this point(of course now im pissed cause his schedule is wrecked)
Btw hubby never woke up
Im like okay fine ill just sleep when he get up, figuring he’ll be up any minute.
LO is out where he is on the couch, turning on all the lights, yelling, playing with toys, yelling “daddy! Daddy!”, jumping on hubs face….not a move.
At this point me and LO have been out there for an hr (LO is playing with some pebbles at the counter-important later)
Finally hubby wakes up on his own once I’ve finally got the kid calm down on my own, im exhausted and even more pissed at this point.
Im 21wks pregnant btw and put LO to bed and get up with him everyday.
Hubby tries to come in and I don’t even wanna bother with him, he sees LO is with me and just leaves to play the computer.
I put LO out in his room with his tablet because he’s jumping on me and getting rowdy (hubby has the [audio video] baby monitor) he knows LO is in his room.
I go back in and fall asleep assuming he will get LO since he’s up with the monitor and i told him i haven’t slept.
LO gets up and comes back in bed with me (quietly like a sneaky toddler) while im asleep then decides hes gunna put some more random rocks he found under the bed, in his mouth (he collects rocks)
Hubby comes in (im still asleep) and he sees LO putting some in his mouth and he starts yelling at me and LO waking me out of a dead sleep.
He starts yelling at LO and spanks him then comes back in at starts yelling at me about watching LO and why he has rocks etc (he lets LO bring rocks in when he finds them)
He had the monitor and can see and hear the doors open and close but he was too busy on the game to know/care that the baby came in my room. Hypocrite.
He starts slamming shit around and keeps yelling at me about it while dramatically and ineffectively ‘sweeping’ the mess just to seem more annoyed and prove a point. They are rocks, they don’t need sweeping.
Btw all he has to do is tell LO to spit it out and put it in the garbage, LO is pretty good with listening when not YELLED at. he didn’t need to scream at him and hit him.
I take the broom and yell at him to GTFO. He gets all baffled and is having a ‘what did i do wrong moment’ i kick him out and lock the door.
I throw all the rocks away and go check on LO. At this point its 7:30am and Ive kinda slept 4 hrs through the night.
I fall asleep for like 15 mins then get up. I come out to see hubby sent LO back to bed while he was wide awake, didn’t give him breakfast, try to play with him, even took the tablet away from him, and send him right to befd(he had already slept for almost 10 hrs between wakes for drinks, pull ups, and random energy burst because of the schedule being off and he was wired )
I get pissed yet again and take LO back to my room and try to stay up and play with him because obviously the computer is more important. Ill play with and take care of our child and stay up all day and night if i have to just so our child doesn’t feel punished and neglected.
He comes in all pissed that is took the baby and hes like “what are you doing i was putting him back to bed” and im like “you are NOT putting him back to bed at 8am! He went to bed at 6:30 pm-LATER that YOU did, you obviously don’t wanna play with him so ill stay up and play with him”
He got pissed and went back to his computer. LO decided he wanted to watch tablet in his room so i let him.
Hubby on computer and i decide since im up now because im worried that hubby is just gunna ignore LO if i fall back to sleep so i decided ’well if i have to stay up im gunna go shopping’
I go to the store thats walking distance from us.
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Fast forward to 3:30pm, hubby says ‘you can go nap, i got him’ so i go lay down, fall asleep for 15 mins then i have LO in jumping on me waling me up.
Whatever, fine ill just get him to cuddle.
I did he was nice and calm and i was able to close my eyes for a few more minutes, then hubby comes storming in, starts getting both the baby and our dog(texas heeler, XL chunky dog) riled up then decided while they are going nuts and jumping on me that hes gunna come try to cuddle by me and ‘pretend’ to sleep (he will immediately fall asleep if he closes his eyes)
I get pissed and get up and storm out knowing if i stay he will fall asleep and ill be stuck with both of the psychotic children.
He get up and goes “What the hell is your problem now?!!”
Im in the kitchen trying to make myself food because i haven’t been able to eat much of anything all day between nausea and not wanting to be around him all day.
He goes “what are you really pissed because i am taking your car for a few hours?!” (His parents need to borrow him for moving his sis)
REALLY?! NO IM NOT PISSED BECAUSE OF MY F*CKING CAR!
I give up on food and just go back to the room, accidentally, not aggressively, shutting the door with LO behind me.
Im sad cause now LO thinks im mad at him so i sneak out and steal him, leaving the jeys on the counter hoping hubby will just leave and leave me alone until i calm down. Nope hes still bugging me, i ignore him (he knows talking to me when im mad is useless and he should do it after he comes back.
He is finally gone and im hanging with LO making food and writing this. Im so tired and in so much physical pain im dreading him coming back later.
Ps: IK i could have done things better but the issue was so simple and hes so stupid to MAKE THE PROBLEM WORSE. I just thought the one day of the year that i could sleep-in in the morning because hubby was already up in the morning for once in his life.
RANT OVER.

I had a car crash just over a week ago I was waiting to turn when a large van hit me at 50mph causing me to have a head on collision with an oncoming car. I was taken to hospital by ambulance & was incredibly lucky to have been sent away with just bruising & neck back & pelvic pain which I am so grateful for. My car I enjoyed driving has been completely wrecked beyond repair & have tried to drive in my new bigger car thinking I would feel better it being bigger & all but I don’t I feel tense nervous & very afraid my heart races & I feel like I am going to have a panic attack. I also feel extremely clostraphobic sitting inside a car now.
Worst of all my daughter requires driving to school every day where the school is half an hour away I honestly don’t know what to do it’s only early days but I feel very stressed worried & anxious / under pressure to get over it as people rely on me to drive. Everyone close to me says I need to get over it & not let fear win but it’s a lot easier said than done :(

4 years together. 2 living together. I loved him. He didn’t feel the same way I guess. 18 days since we’ve broken up no contact.
fuck you for not answering me. fuck you for leading me on. fuck you. fuck you for getting that one last fuck in. fuck you for letting me believe we were still gonna be friends. fuck you for being okay. fuck you. fuck you flr never defending me. fuck uou for everything you did during the relationship. fuck you. fuck you. i was never going to be enough for you. i was never going to be what you so dreamed of. no matter what i was never going to be it for you? you were it for me. fuck you for pretending like you loved me. fuck you for letting me believe a lie for years. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you for not moving to Victoria. never ballsy enough to end it but to let me live in misery. fuck you for being miserable with me. fuck you nathan. i hope one day you see this and think about how much you miss me. i hope you think back and realized that i loved you so hard and raw. i hope you realize what you did. i would’ve never slept with you or stayed with u for that night knowing you had no intention of continuing it. fuck you. fuck you. you let me believe you still loved me. you let me have hope for having you in my life. fuck you for everything you did. fuck you for letting me love you. fuck you for the way you handled this breakup. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you for never being there for me. fuck you for letting me cry myself to sleep next you to after i got diagnosed. i made you dinner after i got literal chemo. i had spots on my brain. you didn’t even hold me after. you were not there for me. you let me sob and didn’t even look me in hen eye. fuck you. fuck you. i tried to be a cool girl with you. I will never be cool enough. did i ever mean anything to you? was i just a body to keep you company? how can you just be fine? fuck you for wrecking my college experience. fuck you for pretending to love me. how could you love me and still be okay? fuck you for not wishing me a happy birthday. fuck you for never being vulnerable. fuck you for letting me believe i was worth anything to you. fuck u for becoming this twisted villain. i wish i could go back and erase you. i wish you never dated me. i would never have to feel like this. i would never have to be this alone. fuck uou for not trying. i begged you to love me. i begged to be enough. i sobbed to you BEGGING for a change. i beg and beg and beg and you never verbalized anything. i made you love letters, playlists, poems. i planned our future. you played video games. i am pretty, fun, funny. i am kind. i am a good person, and you destroyed me. do you hear me telling you that? you wrecked me. you took my spark and ate it. you took my beauty and stomped on it. you never said or with your words but your actions. i was worthless to you. i wasn’t even worth making dinner or a date. i wasn’t worth dinner to you. I would’ve been your wife. I would’ve been your wife. I would’ve been your wife. do you hear that? i would’ve started a life with you. actually, i did! i derailed my life for someone who couldn’t even make me fucking dinner. do you feel like a man now? do feel like one of the boys now? fuck you. how can i be friends with a man that so blanatly doesn’t care about me? respect me? did you ever? and now you’re gonna go on and paint me the villain, but i think we both know how hard i loved you. remember when i asked you if you thought we were soulmates? you said you didn’t believe in soulmates. neither did i but my love for you was so intense i started too. your love for me was so dull you can just throw me away. i fell so madly in love with you for so long and you thought i was just fine. i was nothing to you. i was just to keep you company? better than being alone? the most sick and twisted part is i do wish you the best. i want you to live a good life and fall in love and feel so much love. i want you to be okay, just wish you could’ve missed me like i miss you. if only for a little while i wish you couldve loved me like i loved you. i want you to have a wife and kids and the life you deserve, i just wish it could’ve been me. i wish i could’ve been enough for you. you loved me like a first love, but you weren’t my first, just my best. this was puppy love for you, but this was soul crushing intense love for me. you’re never supposed to read this, so if you are i on a whim decided to send it. you can take it however you want. you can paint me however you see fit, but just so you know i loved (love) you. i still crave your skin, your mind, your hair. i think i might forever. you hurt me. you hurt me so deep. i feel used. maybe im angry, or depressed, or maybe i just feel disgusted by how much of myself i gave you. you told me we would continue to see each other after (if only to be friends, or maybe more) but you looked me in the eyes and promised we would still see each other, so we had sex. so i continued to be vulnerable with you. but you never intended to stay friends with me or continue hanging out. you just wanted one last fuck. we had sex better than we have in months. is it because you knew it would be the last time? when you dropped off my stuff you kept the car running. im not even worth it to stop a minute? im not worth a hug goodbye? im completely worthless to you. you never even listened to the playlist i made you. how could i expect you to love me? how could i expect you respect me? how could i expect anything at all? i don’t know how to be a person anymore. you never looked at the posts i sent you. you never wanted to go out. you never wanted me. you never wanted me. you never wanted me. i don’t understand how you can just be ok. im sick to my stomach. everytime something happens i just want to call you. i just want to hear ur voice. i just want to see your face. i know you never want to see me again and it’s so hard. the worst part is i don’t hate you at all. i love you so much. why didn’t you love me? how am i ever going to be okay again? how am i ever going to live with this constant pit in my stomach. how can you not want me back? how can you possibly be ok right now? why wasn’t i good enough for you? how are you still laughing and being funny and having a good time? why didn’t you wish me a happy birthday? why don’t you miss me ? why don’t you miss me? why don’t you miss me?

Hello, please pray for me and my wife. I'm tired, financially would enjoy more blessings since having a car would be nice. My last car got wrecked. I'm barely saving money. Please pray for me to be exalted at work and protected from evil. Some people are wicked and annoying to the point or insults and arrogance on their part. Please pray for prosperity and blessings on me and my marriage.

Hello, please pray for me and my wife. I'm tired, financially would enjoy more blessings since having a car would be nice. My last car got wrecked. I'm barely saving money. Please pray for me to be exalted at work and protected from evil. Some people are wicked and annoying to the point or insults and arrogance on their part. Please pray for prosperity and blessings on me and my marriage.

So I was in a really bad car wreck that hit me on my side of the car. I ended up breaking my collarbone spray my ankle at a bruised kneecap. My mom was also in the car with me she's little bruised and still sore from the wreck, but my mom is fine. I'm okay too don't get me wrong, I just never had a broken bone before it traumatized me can't sleep I barely been eating. But the main reason I'm posting this post is because I wonder if anyone else can relate I'm sure a lot of people probably can just because wrecks are very common in the United States, but I can't sleep because I keep having flashbacks of the car hitting my side of the car and it scares me. I know I'm considered lucky that's all the doctors could say, and I understand that I am lucky that I survived. but the pain that I'm going through physically and mentally it's taking a toll on me. Maybe bc it's so fresh like 2 days ago fresh, I just want to move past this without feeling depressed, sad, drained and angry. I wish the dreams would stop I haven't had a GOOD NIGHT SLEEP since the wreck.

be careful on the roads y’all!

So my 2019 Traverse was wrecked, pretty bad. It’s gonna be a few weeks at least. While it’s getting fixed I need something. I have about 10-11k to spend on something. I need 3 rows and something that holds value. My oldest will be driving next year so I’m hoping to trade it in when the time comes to buy her a car.
Some I’ve seen under 150k miles. One Toyota Highlander 2012, which would be my first choice but I’m not seeing many out there. But I’ve also seen 2013-2014 Infiniti Q56, 2013-2014 Ford Explorers, 2015 Acadia and some Outlanders.
Not opposed to a Toyota Sienna or Honda Odyssey but also not overly excited about a mini van.
I live off Ky backroads, my driveway is about 200yds and gravel. We don’t get a crazy amount of snow but do have a few decent snows that may make it difficult. I have 3 kids of my own and 90% of the time a couple more that aren’t my own so definitely need extra seats.

If you're in the original ending camp, I think you'll agree. Deep Blue Sea is regarded as a cheap 90s popcorn film, but I read the script and discovered that they didn't just change the ending, they were forced to go back and cut so many elements in the story we didn't even notice, some of this extra deleted content wasn't included on the DVD or the 2010 Blu-Ray release of the film. I know these scenes were shot because there are stills floating around and some of this unseen content is in one of the TV spots. They cut so many scenes involving Susan McCallister (Saffron Burrows) after the ending was re-shot for the sole purpose of making you feel less sympathetic toward her so her death would feel less tragic and more deserved. They did this because the test audiences hated her, viewed her as the villain for causing the movie's conflict and felt that she deserved to die. They didn't have enough time to go back and re-shoot all of Susan's other scenes, which in my opinion would include changing her personality to make her more villainous or give her a more sinister motive. They just took the easy way out instead. I feel like the test audiences ruined her character and the story by killing her off. Just cutting half of her scenes to make you feel "Meh" toward her just made Susan a bland and uninteresting character opposed to what she was supposed to be. She was the main character and it was her story in a way. She was the only character with a story arc. I never saw her as a true villain because she never acted like one. She didn't have the motive of a villain. I know she screwed up and was the brainchild of the shark experiments but the deaths were all accidental and unintentional. She didn't want any of this to happen. The experiments with the sharks just went wrong, there wasn’t anything inherently malicious with her actions. She didn't know that a helicopter winch would break off causing Jim Whitlock (Stellan Skarsgard) to fall into the water for the shark to grab.
I would change this movie by adding in all of this deleted content that was cut from the theatrical version thanks to the test audiences negative reaction to Susan redeeming herself by killing her own creation. I want to add all deleted content, not just featured on the Blu-Ray, but featured in the script too.
I would add in one more detail about Susan's backstory aside from her dad dying from Alzheimer's and her mom dying in a car crash. In the script, it's revealed that Susan was the youngest scientist to win a MacArthur grant and had a brilliant mind. Show things from her perspective so the audience can understand her point of view and humanize her more.
I would also add in an explanation for why Carter Blake (Thomas Jane) ended up at Aquatica. In the script, it's revealed that Carter took the job because he needed work but stayed because he really liked Susan.
Elaborate a bit more about Russell Franklin (Samuel L. Jackson) and his avalanche backstory. Franklin was on a hike in the alps with a group when they were hit by an avalanche and resorted to killing and eating two in their group to survive.
In the scene where she threatens Carter about his job, the script notes she's embarrassed because of how it sounds and tries to soften things up with Carter in the next few lines when he walks off because he is upset with her. In the scene, you'll notice she turns back to him. They cut away before she delivers her next bit of lines, embarrassed about what she said in the heat of the moment. But in the script, Carter ignores her and won't answer so she turns and walks off embarrassed.
I would change the scene where the shark breaks the window with Jim Whitlock's corpse. I would have Susan, Carter, Franklin, Tom Scoggins (Michael Rapaport) and Janice Higgins (Jacqueline Mackenzie) start running to the door as soon as the glass starts cracking. It's better than just staring at the glass like idiots.
In the theatrical cut, Janice berates her for what happened to Jim. Even though Jim was equally responsible. But they actually made up before Janice was killed. Initially, Susan tries comforting her, but Janice rejects her because she blames Susan for everything. There's also another deleted scene where Janice is berating Susan and Susan tells Janice that Jim was her best friend. Janice asks "Really? When was his birthday and what did he like on his pizza?" Susan is a wreck and doesn't answer which makes you think Janice is correct while Susan is wrong. That made the deleted scenes because it made Susan look bad. But there was a scene that followed (which didn't make the deleted scenes). Janice is sitting by herself and Susan sneaks up and quietly says Jim's birthday, which takes Janice by surprise. Janice starts to cry and Susan names off Jim's favorite pizza toppings. Janice realizes Susan really did care about him and forgives her. Susan even gives her a heartfelt apology in a different scene. When Carter loses all hope on the ladder after Janice is eaten, you'll notice in the scene, Susan climbs over beside him. But there was actually dialogue that followed which was cut. She comforts Carter because he expresses guilt. He's also hopeless but she fills him with hope. And then Sherman Preacher Dudley (LL Cool J) shows up to save Susan, Carter and Scoggins, proving her optimism to be true. She even talks to Preacher about Janice and Jim, asking if he knew they were in love, after Janice's death while holding a picture of her. I appreciated this because, when your friends die, you aren't just going to move on like it's nothing. I know you can't drag the grief out in these films but little scenes like this make it so much more believable.
Establish Susan's relationship with Carter. She tells him she wants to take him up on that beer (which he offered at her birthday party) as she nurses his arm in the bathroom. In the theatrical cut, they cut away before she takes the gauze from him and starts wrapping his arm up. That's when the conversation gets deeper and personal between the two. Carter also talks to her about his time in prison. Carter served two years in prison for smuggling. I know it's implied he had a rough past, but I never knew it was prison. Before Carter and Scoggins leave for the control panels, Susan gives Carter a scuba knife for protection and Carter mocked her over the knife's size because it's small and won't work on a shark. But he keeps it in his leg strap. I would have Susan become a voice of reason in some scenes. In the script, she tries to talk Carter and Scoggins out of going to the control panels, warning them how dangerous it is and likely to fail... and she was correct, as Carter escaped after Scoggins was eaten.
Last but not least, I want to change the ending by adding in the original ending cause it's a much better ending. Preacher survives too. Everyone thinks he dies in the original ending for some reason but he still lives. The difference is, in the original ending, when he passes out after Susan nurses his leg, that's it. You don't see him again until the end. I prefer this because there's no way Preacher could have miraculously found the strength to hop up and save the day, as badly as he was wounded. Plus how did he know the plan? How was he able to also find the harpoon gun and battery he didn't even know existed and as quickly as he did at that? That's one of the reasons I hate the theatrical ending. In the original ending, Susan and Carter are looking at the ocean, admiring it's beauty, Susan expresses regret for what her actions caused, saying that all she wanted was to save people, not slaughter them. Carter realizes that the sharks were using them to flood the facility so it would sink and the sharks would escape out into open water and be free. Susan gave a monologue about how the shark can't escape because it will breed, take over the ocean and kill everyone and everything that it comes across. That's when Susan and Carter decide that they must kill it. While they're setting up the explosives, Carter tells Susan he learned how to rig explosives in prison. When Susan jumps into the water after cutting her hand, Carter rescues her unlike the theatrical ending where he gets there a second too late and she's eaten. In the original ending, he has her climb over him. She hops onto his shoulders and uses the other rungs to pull herself up. But she's not strong enough to pull Carter up despite her best efforts. Carter looks back at the shark, he lets go, falls into the water and rides the shark by clinging onto its fin. Susan climbs the tower and aims the harpoon at the shark. She fires and the harpoon hits the shark but penetrates Carter's leg. He yells at Susan to detonate the explosives, but she's hesitant because she knows it will kill him. When the cable is close to running out she realizes she has to do it. She blows the shark up. She has an emotional breakdown and starts crying believing she's killed Carter. Carter's head appears and she rushes over to pull him up. He reveals that he freed himself by using the scuba knife she gave him earlier, telling her that the knife came in handy after all. He teases her a bit about trying to blow him up and then they kiss. Susan, Carter and Preacher get on a raft and use it to leave Aquatica. While on the raft, Susan finds a bottle floating in the ocean, inside that bottle is a tape. It's the videotape Preacher made when he thought he was going to die. She gives the tape to Preacher since he lived. Then they see the next crew approaching on the boat.
And this is how I would fix Deep Blue Sea. I know people being picked off by sharks is more exciting, but there's nothing wrong with appreciating a good, deep story with more realistic and relatable characters from time to time too and I really believe this version was far superior to the theatrical cut. Plus, there's no way with this extra content, Carter and Preacher would have been able to carry on like she never existed. Carter would’ve been utterly gutted by Susan’s death as they grew close throughout the film. I mean, this was originally her story so naturally she should have lived alongside Carter and Preacher. The theatrical version sucked majorly compared to the original version. Thomas Jane and director Renny Harlin are both supporting the original ending petition. Hopefully Warner Bros will finally release all deleted content.

Hi, I know some of you have been interested in Joost’s written stuff, so this is one of them. It’s a short story that Joost wrote for Boekenweek voor Jongeren (Book Week for Young People) in 2019. There’s more info about it here (in Dutch) https://www.vice.com/nl/article/qvgzpv/joost-klein-schreef-een-kort-verhaal-over-een-wilde-nacht-in-berlijn and there was also this promo video for it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wx7wxnpxps0. It's been translated from Dutch - maybe not the most perfect translation but it's readable. Original in Dutch here. Enjoy

"How come he suddenly has cash?" I looked at Gurb, but he avoided my gaze. Louis never had money and yet he was buying another round. Meanwhile, a Moby song was playing and nothing made sense. "If he has money for drinks, he can surely pay me back, right?"
Just a few hours ago, I was alone in Berlin. Now, ten hours later, I'm standing in some obscure techno club with my best friends. Loud rock music with drunken shouting. "Hey, Miss Murder, can I make beauty stay if I take my life?" I woke up that day with a mild hangover from the lonely yet people-filled night before. Perfect conditions for a 20-year-old dropout.
The Hard Rock Café was the most beautifully ugly place in Berlin. Gurb had driven for seven hours straight in his mother's car, but we didn't notice. An iconic black Mini Cooper. Your body leads your mind, the beat never stops, and you can conquer the world. Louis threw in another crazy dance move. We were happy.
"Do you want another drink, brother?" Gurb asked me, half shouting. An evening filled with rhetorical questions. He saw me dancing and already knew the answer.
Gurb always had money. Louis, on the other hand, never did. Louis was also the youngest of us three. He had just turned 18. I wouldn't call him a cunning fox. More like a jack-of-all-trades. Like the time he made a lot of money on a Wadden Island with a group of boys. They sold large blocks of hash.
"Crazy dude!" I shouted at him. He yelled something back.
"Do you remember back then?" Louis said.
"Back then? Back then? Yeah man, of course!" I had no idea what he meant. "Do you mean the party?"
"Do you mean the party, he says! This guy. When I look at you like this, it makes me happy. The exact same kid is here letting loose just like back in high school!"
We knew each other from secondary school. He joined when I was in the second grade. He was very intelligent. Too young, too much knowledge of the world. His mother is from Brazil. We often went to his mother's place to play on the Playstation Louis and I had bought together.
I lived everywhere at that time. In the crisis shelter where I stayed for a while, for example, I wasn't allowed to have a Playstation. So we set it up in an accessible place, near school. It was always fun with Louis. Going together to the Apple Store. Taking all kinds of photos with all the webcams, posting them on Hyves, and then leaving. Louis always knew how to cheer me up.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!" There was Gurb with five drinks in his hands. Gurb was wearing a blue checkered shirt. Two buttons undone. Hair slicked back. "You look good, brother!"
"You look fresh too! We all look fresh!" Gurb said enthusiastically. Louis was wearing a completely white outfit. We quickly bought this before going out. He also bleached his hair.
"You look like the Brazilian cousin of James Dean in these clothes," I said. Louis laughed. "Let me take a picture."
Suddenly, the DJ switched to some kind of techno. "Ah, here Berlin briefly takes off its mask." I was fine with it all. Louis was talking to a lady.
Voluptuous breasts, I thought to myself. He gave her one of his two drinks.
"He's with a girl and he's thinking with his dick," I said to Gurb. "Let him be, tonight Berlin is ours!"
The bass kept pounding. "I simply don't have the patience for the club," I said to Gurb. He looked surprised. Like a sweet dog, tilting his head. "I'm just waiting for tomorrow. Can't do my thing here. Don't have patience for the already known. I want adventure and I want it now!"
Gurb started laughing. "Patience is a virtue." Yes. Patience is all well and good, but I think it's a waste of my time. Gurb grabbed my shoulder.
"I think it's time for another beer."
Louis and I were walking through Leeuwarden a year ago when suddenly a red Ford Ka stopped in front of us. It was Gurb, casually driving around the city. He invited us into his car. We hopped in. Since that afternoon, the three of us were together. A few months later, Louis got a tattoo on his ribs in honor of our friendship. It was the name of our group chat. Braddar Force Indigo.
There were also days when Gurb would take me for a drive around Friesland. He reminded me how beautiful Friesland is. The world doesn't spin there. The newspapers I threw away in the Stiens forest in 2011 could still be lying in the same spot, so to speak.
Just before midnight, I found myself in line for the restroom. My eyes fell on a pair of striking shoes. Cigarette smoke invaded my nose for the fourth time. "Müssen Sie eine Zigarette haben?" a female voice spoke to me. I felt like Tom Hanks in the final scene of Angels & Demons, where the new pope first steps onto the balcony. The curtains opened. There I was, witnessing an important moment in history. I was just told how I was sent by God, but my ears didn't want to hear any of it. At least that's how I felt. My mouth was empty. I had no words left. That's when I knew for sure. Berlin might really be as crazy as literally everyone says.
Dark blond, silky hair. Was this real beauty then? She wouldn't look 40, but I think she was. A true woman. Beautiful in all her elegance. I always joked about being interested in older women, but tonight one stood in front of me. "I don't smoke," I said to her.
Someone tapped me. "Please, just go to the toilet!" He was right. I hadn't peed in a while either. My urine was cloudy. "Glomerulonephritis," I said to myself on the toilet. This is an unusual condition. It's an inflammation in the kidneys, I thought I remembered. They should never have given me access to Google.
The evening progressed, and Louis kept buying rounds. "But seriously now. How does Louis suddenly have all that money for drinks?" I asked Gurb. He was outside smoking with a group of Swiss girls. I had strategically positioned myself so that I could always leave the crime scene if necessary.
"You shouldn't ask me," said Gurb. He was laughing with the temporary girlfriend group of Louis. Gurb has a beard. A lot of chicks like that. I get it too.
As much as I enjoyed Louis and Gurb being here for me, something didn't sit right with me. It couldn't just be about the money. "What's up with him?" I heard one of the Swiss girls say to Gurb.
Those kinds of questions really tire me out. "Not much, with you?" I replied.
They all started laughing. "That's not what she meant, brother," said Gurb.
"I couldn't care less whether she meant it or not. Send that brace-face back to Switzerland. Don't drive me crazy, alright!"
Actually, I hadn't drunk that much that evening. "Two vodka Sprites, please!" It's rare for me to get just one drink. "I always get two drinks, then you have to wait shorter for the third one!" Maybe the alcohol was affecting me more than I wanted to admit. Oh well, it was still the three of us against the world.
"Nice shoes, are those Prada?" I asked a random girl at the bar.
"No, these are fake. Why would I buy real ones for 600 dollars if I could just buy these for 20?"
"..."
I'm not very good at that. Talking. To women.
Louis and Gurb were in the smoking area now. It was less blue than the dance floor itself. My clothes already stank, so a visit to the smoking area couldn't hurt. "These people are so underground!" Gurb shouted. Louis was filming him with his phone. "These people..." There was a brief pause. As if Gurb forgot the only line he had. "...so underground!" All three of us burst into laughter. The alcohol flowed through our veins as if it came from the purest mountains. People seemed doubled and the room was full. We had been in the same club in Berlin for several hours.
"Leonardo! What are you hiding from the big boss?" I sometimes called Louis ‘DiCaprio.’ "You a rich guy, now?" I said, with an accent as if I were from the Bronx.
Louis started laughing. "Eh, you know nothing. Bullshit talk."
I had to laugh too. What was I even worried about? Friends are friends, with or without money. That shouldn't matter. Louis probably just worked for that money. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe he just had enough to buy rounds. But what if my gut feeling was right? That feeling was never wrong. Except for that one time at the Holland Casino in Groningen. Even the best of us have slip-ups. I was just getting worked up again. When it comes down to it, Louis is one of the sweetest guys I know. I had to let it go. After all, it's still Louis.
"I think I'm going to have sex soon, man," Louis said.
"With who?" I asked immediately.
"That one girl."
"Which one?"
"The one with the boobs."
"Oh, her. Just be careful."
"What kind of reaction is that?" Louis asked indignantly.
I'd only had four drinks, but I was acting like a mess. Louis was right. I didn't understand myself. Where was my head at? I'm here in Berlin, supposed to be having the time of my life, but here I am feeling lonely and sad again. Joost once again couldn't control his emotions.
"Sorry," I suddenly said to Louis. "Sorry for my behavior. Been acting dumb towards you all night. It's unnecessary." Sometimes I have that. Mood swings. "Know that crime is never the solution. We've talked about this so many times. Yes, it's tempting and sometimes easy money. I sometimes find it amusing too, but it's always hypothetical. Ask me for help. I can help you, even with illegal things. I'll always have your back." The dancing was kind of over.
The words I had just placed on Louis's plate came from my heart. My Frisian, irregular boys' heart.
Crying in the club. I had never seen myself like that. Crying, yes. In the club, no. I never understood the taboo around crying. Or emotions in general. I saw myself in the mirror. They weren't tears of joy. They weren't tears of sadness either. It was me letting everything go. All the emotions I had ever felt. The emotions I felt between my brother and sister and myself because they wanted to take on a parental role over me, but I was in puberty, so I pushed them away. The emotions I felt when my old neighbors were supposed to take care of my dog, but didn't tell me that he was bitten by one of their dogs. They didn't have money for the surgery, they later told me. They were ashamed of their lack of money. My dog died from this injury. Even the emotions that were all jumping at once during the retake for my swimming diploma A, I let go of.
No emotions. Just for a moment, not feeling anything. Is that too much to ask for?
"You still don’t smoke?"
It had to be the voice of the woman with the cigarettes. I looked over my shoulder through the mirror. It was her. The one with dark blond, silky hair.
"Not to be rude, but this is the men’s room," I said. She took a step closer and kissed me on my lips. It tasted like more. We started kissing. It had been a while since I had had female contact at this level. It probably didn't look good and it didn't feel good either. She started kissing my neck. Slowly, I noticed the pressure in the erectile tissues of my penis starting to increase. "I really don't have time for this!" I thought to myself. The woman with the cigarettes started to slowly sink down until she was on her knees. I didn't want this. Not now, not like this. She unraveled my penis from my Polo Ralph Lauren underwear. Her tongue was blue. It was probably from cheap shots of alcohol.
Was this real beauty then? Was this the beginning or the end of her story? And had I become the boy my parents hoped I would be? I thought about the fact that this was once someone's little daughter. Somewhere in the world, an old man might be wondering what his daughter is doing. Am I really putting pleasure above my own morals and values?
With my semi-erect circumcised penis still exposed, I lifted her up. After giving her a kiss on her forehead, I pulled up my pants and left the toilets.
It was the usual last hour in any club ever. I met Louis and Gurb at the bar. "Should we have another drink?" I asked Gurb. "I feel like having a cocktail. Something sweet. Lots of sugar. What about you?"
Gurb looked at the menu. "A cognac would go down well right now."
"A cognac? You're only nineteen!" Gurb and Louis laughed. "Two Tequila Sunrises please!" I called to the bartender. "Also, two beers! Thanks!" I also got a beer for Louis. At first, I didn't want to, but I didn't want to spoil the mood either. Besides, I didn't want to show too much that it bothered me so much.
We danced away the last minutes. The club closed, and we decided to walk with the group of Swiss girls. Apparently, they were staying nearby.
As I lagged behind the group, one of them tried to start a conversation with me. "Are you okay?" she asked kindly.
"I'm fine. Just had too much beer. Makes me sleepy." Not true at all, but I've heard people say that.
"You’re tired? The fun has only just began!" And as she said this, she pulled something out of her inner pocket. Her clenched fist, shielded by a half jacket. Who is this girl, anyway? I thought to myself. She opened her hand flat, and right in the center of her palm lay two small pills with a smiley face on them. At least, they looked like it.
"Oh, I don’t do drugs. Sorry."
"Me neither!" And she swallowed a pill. "Now it’s your turn... Or are you scared?"
Scared? Who did this crazy Swiss witch (with really beautiful eyes) think she was. With her "are you scared". I'll show her who's scared.
"Scared? I’m not scared." I picked up the remaining pill and swallowed it.
Everything went in slow motion. Was this who I had become? Was this the same boy from high school? And just before I could swallow, I spat out the pill. She was shocked. I picked up the pill again, dried it with my jacket, and put it back in her fist. "Maybe later!" I shouted, running back to the group, over my shoulder.
I have nothing to say to 9 out of 10 peers I come across. Of course, I can be social. I can also have fun with random people in random situations, but that night, it just tired me out. I also didn't understand what we were doing there. Those girls found me strange anyway. Suddenly, I was the fifth wheel.
"We know this place where they go until 7 in the morning!" The girl leader of the group spoke. I wanted to go home. "If you guys want, you can go. Don't worry about me," I said to Gurb and Louis. The boys had a brief discussion. We agreed to stay for just a little while longer for some drinks. I consented. I was thirsty. "I'll have a Fanta, Louis."
Gurb had reached the last cigarette in his pack. Louis and a girl from the group were nowhere to be found. It didn't even bother me. This guy just walks around with some cash in his pocket and all hell breaks loose. After a night full of stimuli, I understood Louis. Of course, I understood Louis. He's a young god. Handsome, smart guy. But that didn't make me any less angry. It was purely about trust for me. Something inside me said I should stop subconsciously expecting things from people too. It prevents disappointment.
"Hotel please!" I jokingly suggested to Gurb. "Should you call Louis or should I?" I added. Gurb immediately grabbed his Android smartphone and called Louis. He put the call on speaker.
"Are you ready?" Gurb asked.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
"We didn't have sex."
"That's fine, right? Tomorrow's a new day!"
"I think I'm in love, man," Louis said.
"...," Gurb said, chuckling as he let out a sigh.
Once we arrived at the girls' hostel, it was already getting light. Louis was thankfully back. There were stains on his pants, around his knees. My focus was solely on arranging a taxi. Although the boys were still flirting, I was really done now. "How are we going to pay for this taxi?" I said a bit too loudly.
There was a silence. "Don't worry. I still have cash," Gurb said.
"Yeah, I knew you would," I replied.
My words clearly hit Louis. "What do you mean by that?" he said.
It was as if time stood still for a few seconds. "Exactly what I said. Better listen." Louis pulled out a small wad of green bills from his pocket. At least 400 euros. "I don't even want to see that money," I reacted. I walked away.
I'll just order a taxi myself.
"Why are you walking away now?" Gurb said.
"Twelve hours ago, I was alone too, and I had a lot more fun then."
"Do you really want to know how I got this money?" Louis said.
Yes, I did want to know. My whole evening revolved around that damn money.
He took a second of pause before he began speaking. "The answer lies in the Mini."
What on earth could be in Gurb's mother's car? Louis was trying to get into my head. "Taxi!"
Once in the taxi, the division was clear. Gurb was upfront, chatting animatedly with the driver. All adventures ever were recounted. Louis and I in the back. One of my best friends since I was thirteen. Funny how things turn out. It was quiet between us. I was in my head, rehearsing how I would bring up the money again. It didn't add up, and he knew it himself. "I don't care, you know," I said, hoping he'd break.
"What don't you care about?"
"About that money."
"What money? You're really a crazy woozy man." Louis burst out laughing again.
On the other hand, it was silent. Gurb had started talking about the driver's family. The driver didn't appreciate it. Gurb meant well. The driver smelled of alcohol. Or was it me? His nails were polished. Maybe his wife was a specialist. I bite my nails myself. Like now.
"In the Mini, oh yeah."
"Shut up. Illegal man."
"You'll never know."
"Stop playing. Just say it!"
Louis grabbed my head, pulled himself towards me, and brought his mouth to my right ear. "Why so serious?" he whispered. He didn't want to tell me.
"But always with this damn money, huh?" I almost shouted at Louis. I broke every silence within a radius of 10 kilometers.
"I'm trying my best, bro. It is what it is. I can't make it any different," he replied. It was clearly bothering him deeply. He ran his hands through his hair. "Sometimes people have to do things. And you know that better than anyone. Sometimes they have to do things they don't really want to or aren't supposed to do."
I knew this spiel all too well. Through all the drunken haziness, I suddenly saw a small glimmer of light. A tiny spark of sincerity. Louis was serious this time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you in this. I'm sorry," sweat dripped from his forehead.
"You're serious, huh? Damn, man. What mess have you gotten yourself into now? Worse than Terschelling?" Worse than Terschelling would mean stolen goods. Maybe even violence.
"It's not what you think."
"The Adlon Hotel, right?" the driver chimed in. Always saved by the bell, that Louis.
Suddenly I hit my head against the seat in front of me. Of course, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. The last thing I saw was Gurb waking up in panic from his drunken stupor. One by one, I started losing my senses. It started with the feeling in my fingers. For a brief moment, everything wasn't quite black, and I could only see a vague pattern of colors repeating inside my eyelids. You could compare it to the brief moment after the commercial break before the movie starts in the cinema. The movie was about to begin.
I knew I wasn't dying. At least not yet. Not like this. Not after an overall mediocre night out in Berlin. I found comfort in the image I forced myself to see. It was all in my head. There I was, unconscious.
I saw myself in a third-person point of view. It wasn't like I was actually leaving my body. More like there was a webcam hanging in one of the upper corners of the taxi.
As a child, I used to dream a lot about death. Nights spent awake.
At some point, I developed a kind of compulsive behavior. I kept swaying my torso from left to right with my hands under my head. It became almost like a workout before bedtime. Every night.
I called it dream shuffling. Just like I had learned to shuffle puzzle pieces or playing cards. Making things a little exciting for yourself. But what I almost never told anyone was that I was scared. I was afraid of burglars, who were very agile and muscular.
Especially afraid that they would murder me. I really wanted to know what death was like. It scared me.
These fear visions originated during an all-inclusive vacation in Turkey. I was 6 years old and already in bed. There was a big old TV in our hotel room, so I could secretly watch TV from bed. Every evening, my parents sat on the balcony. Here they discussed their day while enjoying a glass of alcohol. There was a Japanese animated series on TV. In the few seconds that I watched, I saw a scary creature climbing a sort of apartment complex via the balconies. The creature had hundreds of teeth and blond hair. It quickly entered to decapitate the people, then drained them and, as a final insult, robbed them. Dozens of carcasses of dead people were scattered around the apartment complex. The complex on TV resembled the resort where we were in reality, and the TV world merged with my surroundings. I became part of it. I saw people watching. No matter how loudly I screamed for help, they didn't react. The sun became very bright, and the people turned into nothing more than shadows. As the intensity of the sun increased, something became clear to me. These were not people. They had a sort of orange skin. Where I had previously thought it was their nose and mouth, it turned out that these shadowy figures did not have such physical features. They simply had three holes in their heads. The police tried to do something, but in vain. Since then, we always kept the light on in the hallway outside my bedroom. By rocking back and forth, from left to right, I could glance fleetingly at the beam of light under the door. That bit of light, escaping from the hallway into my room, gave me an advantage. It allowed me to stay one step ahead of the burglars. Pretty smart, right?
"From Jamaica to the world!
It’s just love. Why must the children play in the street?"
It was Bob Sinclar with "Love Generation" speaking to us through the taxi's speakers. We were stationary. I was conscious again, but I didn't feel alive at all. "How long was I out?" I asked Louis.
I could tell by his expression that he was relieved. Relieved that I was back. "One minute," he almost apologized. Louis gave me a pat on the shoulder. Gurb, on the other hand, was sleeping. He slept like a baby cub.
I put my right index finger on my forehead. It felt wet, but it wasn't blood. Blood feels different. Meanwhile, I kept hearing whistling.
"Be the love generation! Oh yeah!" It was still that same song by Bob Sinclar.
The earlier scent of alcohol had now been replaced by the smell of incense. It smelled like the same incense I had in my room. Sold to me as Tibetan 39 incense. I had bought it at a coffee shop in Rotterdam. I pulled up my notes on my phone. "Who lights incense in a CAR????" I let Louis read from my screen. He took the phone from my hands and started typing as well.
"Look at Gurb >>>" Gurb was so deeply asleep that his head drooped. His seatbelt held his torso in place, but his head ended up on the driver's shoulder. The man didn't mind. He didn't move. I made eye contact with the driver through the rearview mirror, and soon I found him. He winked at me.
We arrived at the hotel. Gurb awakened from his alcoholic hibernation. "Who's going to pay for the taxi?" I asked. Clearly rhetorical. I already knew I would take this one for the team, as usual. I refused to use Louis's money. It was uncomfortably quiet. "By card please," I said.
"I'll always protect you, Louis. You really need to know that. I care about you like my own little brother. I'll always try to help you. But you have to be honest with me. Can you do that?" Louis didn't hesitate.
"Yes. Yes, I can. I'll show you. It's really in the Mini." Meanwhile, the taxi driver's card machine indicated that I had insufficient funds. That couldn't be right. Maybe I had withdrawn too much that evening.
"I have cash in the hotel room," Gurb said to me. Gurb informed the driver in broken English that he would go get his cash. The driver agreed. Money is money, whether it comes now or later. As long as it feels good in your hands.
Louis and I got out of the taxi. "You're not going to light a cigarette now, are you?" Louis wanted to smoke. "Especially for stress. That's really for people who can't handle pain. You need to feel pain. Pain needs to brand you for the rest of your life so you finally learn not to do such stupid things." It fell silent again. My blood boiled. All pots were on the stove. I felt like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. "Show me then. Do it."
Louis remained silent and walked around the corner of the hotel. Towards the parking lot. I followed him. "You're not going to find much," said Louis.
"Why not? Are you a magician?"
"No. Just. Not much."
"So there's suddenly magically nothing in Gurb's car?"
"Stop. Get out. Get out of my head!" Louis shouted. Louis had had enough. He was done with the parade. Normally we dealt with hypothetical stories. Only this time it wasn't a joke. I was sure now. Louis had dropped his mask. The revolution had begun. The government had fallen and the dikes had broken. The people were in charge. "You shouldn't freak out like this. Always wanting more. Sweet boy, think about yourself."
After Gurb gave the money to the driver, he came to us. He had a smile on his face, lit a cigarette, and exclaimed, "Brothers!" Once with us, he hugged me. He started laughing. "Maybe I haven't been entirely honest either." Sometimes Gurb seemed like a 38-year-old man. In a positive way. He exuded confidence in a way I didn't often see. Affectionate, with a hint of authority.
We stood in the middle of a large parking lot. "Look. We've reached a point where I might not even care anymore. You guys are teasing me." It did matter to me. Maybe more than ever. I was supposed to be two steps ahead of them, but I couldn't figure it out. "I give up."
The delightful silence returned. Louis and Gurb looked at each other. "You guys win. Apparently, I'm not to be trusted as a friend."
From Louis's expression, I could tell he disagreed with this. "Not true. Come to the car."
We arrived at the car. Louis unlocked it and searched for the trunk button. Gurb had started his third cigarette. "It's a corpse, isn't it? Say it now. I can still help you. I can still help us. I can book a ticket for you. We can get you out of here," I said to Louis.
"Just wait. Nutcase."
"Why won't you accept my help?"
Louis started laughing nervously. Or at least it seemed that way. Perhaps a sly laugh too. Had Louis killed someone? "It's not a corpse. That can't be. You wouldn't be stupid enough to use their ID. You're smarter than that. So it must be something stolen. Haven't you found that button yet?"
Suddenly, we heard a click. Louis had found the button. Somewhere, I didn't want to know. Shouldn't I just trust Louis? Wasn't that the whole point of friendship?
Finally, the moment had arrived. I placed my right hand in the slot of the rear hatch. Something in me doubted. Still. I still doubted. Louis looked dead serious. "You wanted to know, didn't you? Then you also have to be man enough to accept it." Louis was clearly not joking. Or was he acting again? "Pussy," Louis said. I looked away. "You're afraid of what's inside, huh? You're afraid of the real Louis." He began to laugh manically. "Open that thing, man. Nutcase!"
I started laughing too. Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Sweat broke out from every pore in my body. It was even a bit damp in the no man's land between my scrotum and my anus. A tropical climate. It had been quite an adventure the whole evening. I took my hand off the rear hatch and first gave Louis a hug. Not some half-hearted birthday wish. No, a real hug.
"It's okay, buddy," Louis said to me. I had no idea what he meant by that. It fit the moment though.
It was really time now. I opened the rear hatch.
"Where is it?"
"In front of you," said Louis.
"In some secret compartment?"
There was nothing in the trunk. Absolutely nothing. An empty trunk. For an empty evening, in an empty Berlin, with an empty group of guys. I didn't get it.
"You won, man," I whispered. "You finally fucking done did it."
I couldn't believe my eyes. Empty? There was still nothing in the car. Louis just stood there. Emotionally, I was a wreck. I had felt every emotion this evening. Seen every color and smelled every scent. I was done. My body was ready. No longer needed. My mission was complete.
"But why did you do this?" I asked Louis, laughing.
He scratched his chin. It felt like the end of a bad movie.
"I sold our Playstation. Wanted to tell you only after I had sorted everything out again. I terminated my lease. Had some debts, and I also wanted to have some money for once. Once not empty-handed in the club. Once not dependent on my best friends. This is not who I am... I know how much that Playstation meant to you. It was ours together. I should have just told you."
"… and how does Gurb actually make his money?"

Was T boned in my rear passenger side and finally got it back after a few months.
Before I dropped the car off, my cars tire pressure sensors were working. Now it’s not getting a reading from any of my tires.
Is it needing a recalibration or should I call them back and talk about how it’s not working anymore?

Not sure what happened but it looks like someone got hit and killed under a bridge on the highway before the Tacoma Dome heading north.
No ambulance and no wrecked cars but medical examiner was there and several cops.

So I'm not sure how to even go about telling this tale. It's something I've never even tried to do, not from the beginning, at least. I guess we'll start with how I first fell in love. I was young. 18. I'd never had a boyfriend, never had a boy look twice at me, at least to my knowledge. So my first love became the boy I was around so often. My brother's best friend at the time. Sick, I know. He was the first boy to ever show me affection. The first guy that ever made me feel sexy and beautiful. I fell slowly bit by agonizing bit. He held back for the longest time for a noble reason, I thought. He cared for me, but he and my brother were so close. I went down the route of okay, well, then let's just have sex. Nothing more. I was 18 and still a virgin. He would say things like, "I can't do that. I can't use you. I'd break you anyways you couldn't handle it." Funny, looking back, it was all its own little lore. Long story short, we finally had sex. Life moved forward, and I fell in love, and I thought maybe he was too. I was wrong. If you hadn't already guessed. I became a toy, for I'd say a year, maybe 2. Every day, I begged and asked, "Can't we just be together? You care about me. You say you do. So let's just be together. Let's tell everyone, " And each day I was met with a fight. "We're not together. We never will be!" Time went by, and this fight became the norm. And fights about me talking to other guys' fights about me not coming around when he wanted. I never got to come when I wanted. I only came when called. Like a dog. Again, time passed. The cycle continued. Drugs got involved, which only made things worse. I felt neglected. I talked to people everyone told me to move on. So I did every so slightly. I fucked my other brothers best friend. Great sister here. Trust me, I know. Of Crouse, the first guy found out, and things got crazy. he threatened me. I got scared and called my sister in law aka my very best friend. She saved me that night. And for my best guess, about 4 years, we never spoke he left me be. He moved on. after making my life mental torture for 2 years, it was like I disappeared. Which was fine, really better than you'd ever expect. my sister in law threatened him, of course, so maybe that had something to do with it, and he was intensely afraid of my brothers. And so again, time passed, and I dated other people. Nothing ever worked out. All of them as painful as last and just as filled with bad choices. All until one summer, he came back. Last summer, I was beginning again. Like I've done so many times. I was back at my first job again looking for a fresh start from the beginning. That's when I heard from him for the first time in a long time. My brother and he had stopped being friends maybe a year before. My brother called him manipulative and a dick to say the least. But when he contacted me, I felt things had changed. That he had finally changed and for the better. the fact he was contacting me again wanting me back, I thought it was fate. I'd be with my first love, the man who took everything from me, we'd get married and be together. The whole time yard's. Fucking stupid that's what I was. What I am.. We fell back together slowly but surly. I fell in love, and he got control. The summer passed in a wave of drugs. He never told me he loved me he never put forth any effort to be near my family. All he wanted was control over me. He shrunk away at the idea of coming to my home being near my brother he ex best friend and my roommate. Time passed, and I realized I wasn't much more than a bank for him. I'd forgotten to mention in the time we spent apart he hadn't worked for 4 years. His mom took care of it all. I did everything I could. I was there all the time I made food, I cleaned the house, and I kept his dog fed. I tried to show him everything. It never mattered. The only thing that mattered was how I "cheated" on him all those years ago. I had never thought of it as cheating seeing as he said we weren't together and loved to talk about how hot other girls were. He would bring up past relationships while he and I weren't together like I got with these people just to antagonize him. So as summer went on, I got exhausted. So fucking exhausted how do you show someone you love them when all they see are the faults? He well really I can't just blame him, but we drained my bank account buying drugs. I got tired of it, and I left. I told him to leave me, be that I was done being used. This was around Thanksgiving. He didn't take it well. I blocked him after about the 30th message. That didn't stop him he messaged through friends Facebook or with their phone numbers. I blocked so many people. But it didn't stop the messages kept coming. And so by Christmas, I caved. Don't know why he'd admitted to coming out and driving by my house told me how he could see my Christmas tree in my window. And still I caved. Because who would do this for someone they didn't love? Who would keep trying for someone they wanted to treat badly? I got my answer. I went back only to be accused of cheating and lying. He'd call me a bitch and whore and a cunt. He'd done all this in the messages, too, before the begging started. I should've listened and not fallen for the begging. But he'd tell me all I wanted to hear how he loved me and wanted to be with me wanted my kids. So I fell for this over and over and over again. Until not long ago just a few months I tried to leave, and we got into a fight. I wanted to go with him to ride with his friends. He didn't want me to. Would've been fine with that honestly but as soon as he saw I was disappointed the fight started. I tried to leave his home. we yelled his neighbors threatened to call the police. I ran he hit my car tried to yank the doors open. Once I finally thought I'd gotten away he started chasing me. Chased me down his road at probably 70 in a 45 mind you and swerved in front of me almost wrecking us both. He proceeded to get out of the car ignoring me sobbing and started screaming at me through the window and asking me to come back. Once I agreed he proceeded to do burnouts in front of me. I followed him back he took me riding with his friends I got what I wanted in the end I guess. But after this I got scared. If you can do that what else can you do? I left again not long later because it just didn't seem to matter what I did. nothing was enough. I left I blocked him. It wasn't enough he found ways to contact me. And today he contacted family of mine to get ahold of me. He waited out near my house by a restaurant and followed me home. I ran I didn't know what to do I didn't want him and my brother to get into a fight because no matter what, I still somehow care about him. He stopped me in the middle of the road wouldn't leave until I agreed to unblock him and to give him a hug. I feel disgusting he kissed me. I want him to leave me alone. I know this is my fault I led him on again and again by coming back. I just wanted him to change. I wanted him to love me. I just wasn't enough and I won't be ever. Why won't he just let me go? He could move on and find someone new to use. I know I have a problem too I've gone back again and again and made it normal for him. I just want to be free now though this has gone on so long. I know he doesn't love me I just don't know how he can say it when he doesn't. I'm not sure what I'm really asking for here maybe validation or maybe just encouragement that I'm doing the right thing. I coukd go into more detail really he's done so much to me but it's hard looking back. I just I really need to know that me leaving is the right thing.

Maybe it’s just me and my friends are too close, but Woody telling his friends about his car wreck at 17 and how he broke his arm on the seven hundredth episode of PKA is crazy.
I mean how has that never come up before? Im not accusing him of lying but damn. It’s like they’re still learning things about each other

When you are able to laugh at their stupidity it is progress.
Yesterday my daughter's train wreck of an ex-husband told her they should go to therapy together so she can take responsibility for her violent and controlling behavior. When my daughter questioned what he was talking about he stated "I want never violent."
In February 2022, he was thrown out of the family home via an RFA. In November 2022, my daughter received full custody of the children AND the right to move them out of state where she could be near family and friends.
The evidence presented in the RFA and divorce court included:

• Pictures of holes he punched into the walls of multiple rooms of the family home.
  
• Picture of kitchen slider that was shattered because he threw a french press though it
  
• A rocking chair my daughter found in a thrift store and restored that he bashed into kindling
  
• Pictures of my daughter's car that he destroyed with a lead pipe. The car was in my wife's name and we took him to civil court (much longer story) where the Judge John W. Valente stated (Vermont Superior Court, Case #: SC- 01842): "It is without question the Defendant (her ex-husband), on two separate occasions used a pipe to hit the Plaintiff's car and caused extensive vehicle body damage."
  

There was much, much more evidence of his violence but I will move on.
We also had many text messages and audio files of the piece of sh*t admitting to his violence. "I took a pipe to her f*cking car. I broke stuff in front of the kids."
So, yeah...my daughter got the RFA and later got custody.
My daughter told me he now claims he never was violent and we laughed really hard. If you think he is just trolling her, he is not. He actually believes he was the victim and did nothing wrong (or she was responsible for his behavior). He will ignore all the evidence (100s of pages of documentation - texts, audio files, pictures) or claim it lacks "context." His family back him up - they were also active participants in the abuse.
My daughter was near death when she summoned the courage to leave this a-hole. She now admits if she stayed he probably would have murdered her.
He can be a delusional as he wants. My daughter and the children are safe so we can laugh.

best advice on leaving someone you’ve been with long term & have a child together. been together 6 years & have a 6 month old..he treats me bad and i know it’s starting to affect me in a lot of ways & it will eventually affect my child so i wanna get out..just really stuck. (i have no job im trying to get back on my feet, he wrecked my car a couple years ago, it’s to the point he doesn’t let me use his besides when he’s at work because of baby & the home is in my name we rent but i can’t make him leave he’s on the lease, he has put me in debt (my own fault for letting it happen , i just couldn’t work at the end of my pregnancy and he was trying somewhat but promised a lot..did differently..) but im able to fix things now and im just kinda lost.. we try to work things out and he always ends up doing the same things again. hes very emotionally, verbally & has a past of anger so physically abusive at times. hes also become very controlling as we’ve gotten older. as a first time parent and trying to heal from a rough childhood now this, just seeking advice.

So i got in a wreck 18 m my car was completely totalled his as well this was due to me pulling out to early at the stop sign neither of us had serious injuries
I have to go to court ( haven't scheduled) i was just looking for advice and info on what to expect
Im located in texas and this is my 2 year of driving with only 1 accident if that helps