Air fresheners illegal hang car

I’m on a vacation now with some of my friends from college, and they’ve gained significant weight since we graduated almost 10 years ago (they’re 200-300 pounds now). I was a swimmer in college and do triathlons now and lift weight diligently for fun so I’ve stayed fit this whole time.
I haven’t seen these people since graduating so I was surprised to see them change but I thought it was whatever because at the end of the day I’m friends with them for their beautiful souls or whatever. Unfortunately the attitude that led to them getting fat and the effects of fatness have led to them being absolutely miserable people and it’s ruining my fucking vacation that I’ve been looking forward to for months.
We’re in a beach town at an AirBNB 5 minutes from the ocean, but they don’t want to go because the walk is too far. So we have to DRIVE there and we don’t even go dip our feet in the ocean or anything. We just all sit in the car because they’re tired… And after that we drove HOME because the drive exhausted them and they had to take a nap to recover (I went on a nice beach run and swam a bit, and walked through the beautiful park too, it was nice). I enjoyed my day alone but I was just so flabbergasted. And today, during our many unnecessary drives, we had to stop for food every HOUR which meant that we wasted a lot of time we could’ve spent doing actual activities. And even right now I’m in the car on the way to go get dinner after they spent 30 minutes debating where to go for food because they didn’t want to drive anywhere too far… because it’s tiring to drive…. to sit in a vehicle and look out the window… And they keep hating on skinny people we drive past but also talking about the celebrities they think have hot bodies??? Talk about self hating under the guise of “self love” and “fat acceptance” and “no body shaming.” Also I’m skinny so why hate on my people in front of me??
Anyways, this annoyed me so much that I’m going to deprioritize these people and stop glorifying old relationships for the sake of the time I’ve already spent developing them. I hate laziness!!!!!!

Just a minor suggestion to add a decent size pool of most vics in-game and give them a couple of limited production run variants that maybe serve a small niche but overall, ARE NOT meta/ meta defining. By limited production runs I mean a total of about 25-50-100 of each variant can be made, and if all are lost in fighting then that variant is extinct for the rest of the war.
a couple of these limited variants I can think of are as follows
-logi truck with a built-in radio or radio backpack at the cost of 1 truck storage space

• STD mounted with a HV68, ammo storage/ reload remains unchanged, gun disable chance increase

-logi gunboat equipped with old gunboat turret and standard logic truck storage, no tripod mounts (doesn't work well with the collie boat but I'm sure there's a way it would work)
-the classic Warden smoke launcher apc (should prob be a normal variant tho)
-Cars with high and low gears suited to tow lightweight equipment
-Light tanks with mounted SMGs on the cupola
-flat bed with pop-up headlights and a racing stripe (lol)
-MPT with 4 extra small external fuel tanks, can hold any kind of liquid fuel, can fuel allies and itself, can explode and cause fire damage if shot with 30mm an up ammunition
-crane with fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror
-bard with a 30mm replacing the 12.7 mg, controlled by the commander, zero degrees of traverse, only 5 30mm rounds in storage, gun disable chance increase
-outlaw with THICKK tracks, low tracked chance, increased tracked disabled speed, better over trenches, no speed boost, increased fuel consumption
again these vics aren't meant to be super useful but exist to represent an experimental phase of a faction's vics that didn't make it into full production runs due to cost, function, or other limiting factors. these limited vics would make cool trophies if captured but could suffer from clan man vic hoarding. Just an interesting idea I think, doubt anything like this will be added so don't take it too seriously.

Hello everyone!! My '05 LR3 has an issue with water getting on the passenger floor when it rains. I have replaced the cowl and placed metal sheeting over the air intake to limit the ability for water to get in that way. I'm not sure where else I could be going wrong.
I park it in my driveway, which has a considerable slope. When it's not parked in the driveway, it does get wet, but not as much.
My area has had a TON of rain recently, and I'm concerned I might end up with a mold problem (summer heat is coming too). I am also worried about the fuses and wiring in that area since it's been getting wet for long periods of time despite having towels and fans to dry it off. I've been keeping it out of the driveway, but I am afraid that it's going to get hit while parked on the side street (like my last car did) so I would like to be able to use my driveway again.
Should I look at replacing the sun roof? Could it be a duct that leads from the sunroof? Should I replace the cowl again? I'm not really sure where to start, any advice is appreciated.

I can’t think of any product advertised in a commercial that portrays more illegal activities being performed than in cacar insurance commercials.

Hi folks,
Just arrived on Koh Phangan yesterday and rented a car from a place with a 5 star rating and over 300+ perfect reviews.
We've got the car, it's totally fine, however the company are showing some red flags.
We were quoted one price, and signed the agreement yesterday, however this morning they decided they wanted to change the quote they gave us and the agreement that we signed, and they've sent us a new agreement with a higher price and our signature on it. They either edited the contract we signed or copy and pasted our signature onto a new agreement.
We have the original quotes confirmed in writing and original agreement, so of course we will dispute this, but just wondering what our options are if they are difficult or refuse to give back our whole deposit.
Is it illegal for them to have changed the agreement? Is this something the Thai tourist police would assist with?
We have videos we took of the whole car so we're not too worried about them claiming any damage when returning it.
Any advice would be appreciated.

Let me start by saying that hygeine issues are incredibly sensitive to talk about and I really don't want to potentially ruin a relationship with my sister.
This spring is a busy one for our family, sisters college graduation, my wedding, all in a matter of a couple weeks. My fiance and I went down the night before her graduation to hang out and planned on taking her out for a celebratory dinner. We get there and her bf is there as well, no big deal we'll add one more for dinner. I notice a strong BO smell, as soon as we walk into her apartment. We walk to the restaurant and she asks about the wedding and how things are shaping up now that we are in the final weeks. Then her bf opens his mouth and starts dramatically whining that she's asked him to get a nicer outfit, mind his manners around our family, and he was acting like this was a HUGE inconvenience to him. My sister just put her head down and I said everything will be fine and I changed the subject. We ran a few other errands with them that night too. My fiance even asked if I smelled it when we had a moment alone. When we got in my car to head home after her ceremony, the BO smell in my vehicle was so unbelieveably overpowering.
For our wedding we are opting for I believe it's called a kings table where our bridal party members will get to have their SOs sit with us too. I am a bit concerned because my fiance has 2 siblings in the bridal party, and his family will ALWAYS let their opinions be known no matter the time or place, and I have another family member who is a bit of a gossip so I am worried that the day could turn into people talking about my sister and her BF and embarassing her.
I feel like he was also super distrespctful towards her request for a nicer outfit and just being a nice guest since he has never really met our familly and making an effort to "fit in" since weddings are a dressier event. I understand that being asked to dress differently than your own personal style could be seen as offensive. So I feel like I am just so stuck. I don't know if I should address the BO it or just let it be. I don't want to come across as a controlling bridezilla, but at the same time I don't want to hear people talking about him stinking at our wedding? Any advice?

Hello, per title, i’m currently stuck in a house at the gated community in rosewood, but i’m using stuck harshly. I built walls at the empty fences and put a single door that’s fully barricaded. I have a generator but it’s in a car outside of the wall, but scaling the wall is no problem. I have a butt ton of food, a solid 5 months worth since i’m fat and currently starving myself anyways. I’m only 7 days in but focused on gathering food, books, and wood and built my base.
With that said, i have helicopter set to often and i’m currently surrounded by zombies (set to insane with 100x respawn rate with day 10 max pop 4x. started at 0.01). They dont know im here, and i technically can’t see them, but boy do i hear them. The house itself is also barricaded and sheeted up so if they break the wall i still have the house. What do i do? I want to hang around and just wait for them to leave in a couple months but i dont know what to do to pass the time. I dont want to read all my books too early incase i get depressed. i don’t have any paint but tons of groceries to cook food with, though only 3 fridges.
TLDR: What do you do to pass time if stuck in a house for a couple months+ ingame

I (21m) live in a small town in rural Arizona. Over the past year, I became closer to an old coworker (24f). Who I use to work with in high school.
Since the start of 2024, she's been talking to this guy, let's call him Adam (27m). Her and Adam would only hang out at night and during this time they would drink a lot. Adam was known for doing bad stuff, and when they get into arguments, she would always tell me how he would threaten her. I keep telling her to block him and leave him as he would go days on end blocking her and going no contact, which makes her upset.
She had a previous drinking and driving experience which led to her being hospitalized and her friend in jail. In April, her mother and sister called me in the middle of the night asking where she was as they were concerned for her. This is during a time where her and Adam were not talking as Adam almost caused a car crash when they were out drinking together. I checked her location and told them where she was. When her mom and sister went to the location, which was at a lake, they found her severely intoxicated with Adam. TDLR, they got in an argument and her sister had to drive her vehicle back home. During this time, my friend called me to tell me to come get her, and her mom said it's fine for me to come get her. It was a hectic night and there was a lot happening. Throughout the whole night, she called Adam over 100 times and he either blocked her or turned off his phone. The following morning, we got an early breakfast and she told me that she would never talked to Adam again and I told her how her relationship with Adam is affecting her family and her friends relationship.
After this incident, it seems its put a strain on our relationship. Every time I come to help her and she gets a phone call, she would go outside and come back when the phone call is done. She doesn't say who the person is. Yesterday was her sisters graduation, and I was suppose to head over to their house and pick her up so that we can get a banner for her sister. As I was near her house, she called and said she's not gonna go but never said a reason. Two hours later when everyone was at their house and we were getting ready to go to the school. We got into her vehicle and on her CarPlay, it showed Adams name. I brought it up by saying, "interesting." and all she said was that they've been talking off and on.
The entire time during graduation, I couldn't talk to her cause she was always on her phone texting.
She knows my position with Adam, but all she says is that she doesn't care what I think. After repeated times of telling the obvious of why Adam is bad, constantly drinking, constantly starts arguments etc. I'm tired of being there for her when she knows this person only hurts her.
WIBTA if I distanced myself from my friend? I had so many plans with her this summer, fishing, hiking, and traveling but it seems like she has different priorities. I feel bad as the place she worked at, the manager is interested in hiring me for the summer, and I don't know if it would make things awkward.

I (19F) have been with my boyfriend (18M) for almost 2 years now. We met when we were both in high school and a friend introduced us together and eventually it became something more intimate. In some point of my life, I was kick out of my parents house and now living with him at his parents’ house, but that’s a different story. Don’t worry guys, his parents are very supportive and offered me to stay with them until me and my boyfriend find a place on our own.
Our relationship right now has been a little rocky here and there, only because I believe the honeymoon phase is over and part of that reason is because we’re living together now. I’m not saying it’s bad or toxic or whatever, we just have some disagreements and argue from time to time but nothing really major. My boyfriend is a great and mature man for his age, he’s been working hard and raising money for the both of us so he hasn’t been treating me bad at all.
But here’s the problem.. So I actually don’t have many friends anymore after high school because we eventually just drift apart, but my boyfriend on the other hand has a group of friends that he still hangs out with. And yes, I have met most of his friends and they’re really nice, most of them say hi to me when we see each other out in public. But there is this one friend who just kind of seems like they have a problem with me. Let’s call this friend, John. I met John when my boyfriend, myself, and his friend group were at the park skipping class and just playing card games together. We talked for a little bit and he seemed nice and cool so I just thought he was just simply some nice dude. But I was wrong. After i graduated, I had to look for a warehouse job because I wasn’t on my parents’ insurance anymore and I ended up working for some warehouse bakery factory. During that time I work there, I had bumped into John. We saw each other and just said “oh my god, you work here too??!” Blah, blah. So from there, I figured every time I see him, I might as well just be nice and say hi to him. John works 3rd shift while I work 2nd shift. So when leaving to go to my car, I always see him on the way and just simply wave or say hi. John only greeted me once and then never said anything back. I figured he was just grumpy because he didn’t want to go to work. But soon, he just totally ignored me in total.
Have I talked to my partner about this? Yes, yes I have. And you know what he said? He said “John doesn’t want to speak to you because he’s doing it out of respect” Respect of what exactly? It’s not like I’m trying to flirt with him or anything, I am simply trying to say hi to him. So this actually made me angry because John is an 18 year old man who can’t simply say hi to me? Sounds like someone who’s just ignorant and rude. I explain to my boyfriend and even said “baby, I bet you’re like that too. If someone comes up to you right now and asks if you have a girlfriend, you would ignore them too right?” I know, I know. Some of you girls want your man to do that. But you have to look at their perspective, they don’t know your man isn’t single, it’s better for them to say “I have a girlfriend” and most of the time they apologize and move along. And if they don’t, then your man can ignore, insult, or do whatever you want to them. But I digress, I called out my boyfriend for that and he just only said “I’ll say that next time” and he’ll talk to John about it. So I just left it like that.
Until today, I was going through my stuff while he was laying down on the bed looking for houses for us. He came across a house with 5 bedroom and jokingly said “omg baby we should have roommates” and then I said “yeah but all our roommates is gonna be boys” which he mentions “oh yeah, John, he can stay with us because he can afford it.” I look at him with the ‘are you fucking serious look?’ And mention I didn’t like John after he just straight up ignored me. My boyfriend then proceeded to tell “baby, he has money.” And that’s where he fucked up. I took that as ‘who cares about your feelings, money matters.’ So from there, I started spitting out the meanest things, like to the point where i suggested for my ex to come stay with us because he also has money too. My boyfriend is good guy and told me he didn’t mean it like that and he actually said “I’m not on John’s side at all. I think what he did was wrong and yes, he should apologize for it, I’m just trying to understand why you’re holding this grudge on him for so long?” I explain to him because it hurts me that I’m just doing something so simple and now being ignored just because I’m labeled as “the girlfriend we don’t mess with.” The reason why I want to be comfortable with his friends so that way it wouldn’t be so awkward and I have some help like figuring out my boyfriend’s birthday present. Especially John. Since he is the closest friend to my boyfriend. I’m not trying to be friends, I’m not trying to flirt with them, I just simply want the awkwardness to go away. But part of the reason, why I was arguing with my boyfriend because deep inside I told myself ‘my boyfriend is on John’s side because they’re exactly alike.’ My boyfriend eventually gave up and said “whatever, hate him all you want.” Because I just kept saying nonsense.
We made up after a little bit of silence. But for some reason, I’m still a little upset about this and is crying while typing this as we speak. But what do you guys think? Am I over exaggerating about this and should let go of my hate for John? Or should I talk to my boyfriend more about it?

That’s all it was. A game.
Something my friends and I used to play during the summer when we had nothing better to do. I never expected that it would get so out of hand.
I never expected it to come back long after recovery.
To anyone reading, please don’t do what I did.
I’m putting this out there to warn people.
On that warm summer evening, we played the role of Pandora.
Except, the monsters we released were far worse than what’s told in stories.
Because stories end.
And this doesn’t.
I still remember the date. July 16, 2013. I was an upcoming senior in high school while the others were getting prepared for their freshman year of college, raving on about their majors, life plans, dorms, you get the point. The summer had been bittersweet as those months would be the last I’d see them for a while. Because of this, Anthony, Lola, Eliza, and I would spend the bulk of our time together going to festivals and various camping trips, trying to make the most out of the summer while we could. On that day, the day I wish I could forget, Eliza had run late to one of our hangouts at my place. This was odd since as an Ivy league student, she was usually early or right on time to these kind of things. Half past three, we heard her knocking on my door rapidly, which was also out of character considering that she was usually the calm one in our group. A bit worried, I hurried down the stairs with Anthony and Lola following close behind, expecting Eliza to be in hysterics due to her frantic behavior. When I opened the door, however, there she was with a bright smile on her face, her red hair getting in the way of her eyes, which were a dark green shade. She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and held a brown box in the other, and she was bouncing up and down as she usually does when she’s about to talk about something exciting.
“You’ll never believe what I found.” Eliza’s voice could barely hold her impatience as she stepped inside and kicked her shoes off once she crossed over my threshold.
“What’s up with you today?” Anthony questioned, looking more confused than concerned now.
“I’ll show you guys in a minute. Can we go up to your room, Felix?” Eliza looked over at me with her trademark smile, knowing damn well we were all too curious to just leave that box unopened. Without a word, I led the group up to my room and shut the door after everyone had walked in. Anthony took his usual spot on my beanbag and unzipped his hoodie, which had the MSM logo sprawled across the front in big red letters. He adjusted his dark rimmed glasses and took on his usual stoic expression. Lola wore a dark blue FIT shirt, which she revealed more of when she moved her locs over her shoulder as she sat on my desk chair and wheeled over to us. As she did, the various necklaces she wore clinked against each other. Eliza herself was the smartest out of the group, and probably in the whole school as well. She had gotten accepted into multiple prestigious schools, but ultimately settled for Harvard to pursue a degree in some obscure philanthropic career. Unlike Anthony and Lola, Eliza wore her regular outfit –usually a white tank top and jeans– and sat on my bed with the box in her lap. I took a seat next to her to get a closer look.
“So what’d you find?” The others moved closer.
“Something we probably haven’t thought about for a really long time. Do you guys remember that one game we used to play in middle school? The one we made after Felix joined our class?” Eliza looked at our puzzled faces to see if we had connected the dots, but her clue didn’t seem to strike any of us with familiarity.
“After Felix joined? Didn’t we just hang out or something that weekend?” Anthony questioned.
“We did, but there was something else,” Eliza raised an eyebrow, “you guys seriously don’t remember?”
At that moment, I saw Lola’s eyes light up and a thin smile grew on her lips, something she always did whenever she was able to figure something out.
“You mean that little map game we played? Where we would go out to the woods and explore?”
Both Anthony and I seemed to have remembered as well with the mention of a ‘map game.’ I chimed in, “ yeah I remember! Every once in a while when we were all bored, we’d pick a random spot on a map to go to and explore there for a bit, right? When did we stop doing that anyways? I remember really enjoying it.”
“Well life happens,” Eliza responded to me, “but I was thinking of things to do for the rest of the summer when I suddenly remembered that game! That’s why I was so late for our meetup today, I was looking through my attic for this.” Eliza shook the box slightly and a couple things clattered around inside.
“There’s no way.” Anthony sounded like he was in disbelief.
“You mean…?” Lola sat forward in the chair. Eliza smirked, her adventurous nature creeping out as realization swept over us like a wave.
“Mhm! I found the map we used to use as well as the things we collected from our little escapades.” With that, Eliza opened the box, revealing a folded piece of paper and various trinkets scattered over the bottom of the capsule. Lola squealed with excitement and immediately snatched the box from Eliza, who simply chuckled and leaned back on the bed.
“No way! Everything’s still in here!” Lola digged through the box and placed whatever objects she found across the blanket. Anthony got up and sat at the foot of my bed, to observe our findings more closely. There was a piece of some clay pottery, some rusty springs and scraps of metal, an old digital camera, and some other random stuff I can’t recall to memory right now. Anthony picked up a spring and turned it in his palm.
“Shit man, this is from that abandoned junkyard we found in 8th grade…that feels like such a long time ago now.”
I examined the piece of pottery with Eliza looking over my shoulder. Lola picked up the digital camera.
“Do you remember where this came from?” I turned to Eliza and held up my discovery.
“No clue,” she shrugged. It must have been a while ago if even she didn’t remember. I turned the piece over and grew curious when I saw weird symbols inscribed on the inside of it. I squinted a bit, trying to discern some sort of pattern within the scribbles.
I turned to Eliza again, “hey, what do you think-”
“OH MY GOD GUYS IT STILL WORKS!” Lola’s voice went up a whole octave as she motioned to us.
The rest of us looked up as she turned the camera to face us. There were various photos we went through. All of us at lakes, museums, exploring the woods; everything we did from 7th grade until my freshman year seemed to be documented. The last photo was arguable the best and msot bittersweet. It was a picture of the whole group from a while ago. We were sitting at Eliza’s dinner table with a giant chocolate cake on the middle of it adorned with two candles shaped like the numbers one and five. Eliza was talking to me in the photo. Her hair was even more red at the time and she wore it in a braid. I looked about the same in the photo as I did then, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles scattered all over my body and face. I was smiling sheepishly at Eliza. I now knew why Anthony said it was obvious I had a crush on her in 8th grade. Lola went through the most changes out of all of us. At the time in the photo, she had her hair straightened and side-swept, with a bright pink streak in her bangs. She wore clunky jewlery and a frilly skirt underneath a long tank top, leaning over the table to cut another slice of cake. All of us had birthday hats on except for Anthony, who kept his sitting on the table. He held up a peace sign staring straight into the camera with a stoic expression. He looked like a statue compared to the rest of us, who were laughing and smiling. You could tell he was having fun, though.
“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine,” Lola snickered as Anthony shot her a dirty look.
“At least I didn’t go through some weird scene phase in freshman year,” He smiled and watched Lola’s face, knowing she was blushing despite her dark skin which made it practically invisible. I let a laugh slip out, but quickly stifled it knowing that if I kept going it would mean death. Lola side-eyed me and continued, “I was using my creative liberty to experiment with my options as an artist,” she said with an overly-posh accent that made Eliza laugh.
“Yeah Anthony, don’t be such a downer,” Eliza teased. Anthony simply rolled his eyes and suppressed a smile to pretend like he was mad at all of us. He looked into the box and picked up the paper we left, unfolding it with a hint of excitement and curiosity. When he looked at it, only two words came out of his mouth.
“Holy shit.”
“What, what is it?” Lola tried to look at the other side of the paper, but Anthony quickly held it out of her view.
“What if I didn’t want to show you?” A smile crept onto his face. This was one of those rare moments where he’d be in the moos to joke around with us.
“Don’t be a dick bro,” I said, laughing as I went to grab for the paper. Anthony just held it up in the air and pushed me off of him and I landed on my floor. While he was distracted, though, Eliza took her chance and snatched the paper right out of his hand.
“You boys need to learn to be nice,” she warned in her jokingly stern voice as she unfolded the paper and spread it out onto my bed. We all leaned over to look.
It was a map of a couple towns including ours. There were around ten small star stickers placed on different areas on the map near the streets the four of us lived in. On the top of the map, a couple words were scrawled in black sharpie; “Pick a Place!” I could see everyone’s faces light up.
“Oh my god it’s our map!” Lola shouted and pointed to one of the stars near her street, “this was where we found that old junkyard right?”
Eliza smiled, “I remember that. It feels like such a long time ago now.” She pointed to another star, “and this is where we found that lake we made a hideout of. I still remember swimming in there in 8th grade…”
The four of us reminisced for a while, talking about where we had gone and what we did there, and how impressive it was that we didn’t get tetanus from that junkyard. After nearly an hour of conversation, Eliza asked something that made all of us stop.
“So how about it guys? Do you want to do one last round before the summer ends?”
The rest of us looked around at each other. It was clear we all wanted to do it. Eliza seemed to catch on and she nodded.
“Who wants to pick where we go?”
“How about you do the honors?” Lola suggested, motioning towards the map. “You’re the one that brought this stuff in anyways.”
Eliza raised her eyebrow but didn’t object. Without a word, she examined the map for a few minutes, then placed her finger on one spot a bit far from my house.
“How about here?”
“You think we can make it that far?” Anthony asked.
“Well, we can drive now so why not?”
“You sure there’s some type of trail we can drive on? That spot looks pretty deep in the woods”
“We can find a path to drive on for a bit then walk the rest of the way. C’mon guys, this is probably our last chance to do something like this! Felix, you can drive right?”
Eliza and the rest turned to me with a hopeful expression. I had to comply.
“Sure. No big deal, right?”
All three of them cheered and high fived each other, looking pretty excited to go on one last adventure.
“So when do we leave?” I questioned.
Eliza flashed that smile again, “right now.”
“Right now?!”
“Hell yeah,” Lola chimed in. “It shouldn’t take that long, right?”
“I guess…” Even then I felt uneasy about the whole thing. I didn’t feel prepared enough to go on some random trip into the woods. I needed to pack food, water, flashlights, I had no idea how long this was going to take. Little did I know that those things would be the least of my worries a couple hours from then. I wish I could go back and convince my 17-year-old self that it wasn’t worth it, that I should just convince my friends to stay and talk for the rest of the day. I wish Eliza had never remembered that stupid game. In a way, I’m almost mad at her for what happened, but I know it wasn’t anyones fault. We just wanted to have fun. I wish we could’ve just had fun. But God had a different plan for us. One that made me think Satan himself devised it instead. On July 16, 2013, Anthony He, Lola Smith, Eliza Landserson, and Felix Johanson went on an adventure that none of them were ready for.
Author's Note:
If you just read all of that then thank you so so so much for doing so! I'm a rookie writer, so feel free to comment any constructive criticism you might have if you have actual writing experience! This is the first silly little story I'm posting here, so I hope you enjoyed :)

My wife cheated on me a month ago. I found out and she told me she wants divorce. In 20 years marriage I was loyal to her. I said that’s it, we have to divorce, can’t take this.
Since then our only car showed up two hotels, thanks AirTag, while I was at home with our son, taking care of him, feeding, bathing and getting to sleep. And her mom goes out and telling us she is going to meet her girl friends. Total BS!!! I believe they are going to hotels because the AP has wife and or family.
She knows I track our car, but she just doesn’t care anymore.
This week we started to meet our mediator. We both want a smooth divorce. 50/50 everything and shared custody.
I’m trying to refinance our home and pay her out. I’m handling all this alone. I handle the mediator too. I’m home with our son at home every day after school and take care of him, while she is at the gym at the evening.
Her only job would be finish her course, take the test, find a job and move out. And now she is just keep going to dates.
I’m not tired to take care of my son, I love him. I’m just tired of her and her BS.
We live in NC and it is a no fault state, but I’m not sure if I want a smooth divorce anymore.
My family says I should get full custody and go to court to get as much as I can because she doesn’t play fair.
Anyone in NC who knows what are my options? Is there any chance to get full custody?
She loves our son, but how will she take care of him when she is lazy doing her things to get ready for the divorce.
I’m just really tired of her. Without child I would fight as long as she even has a cent left. She doesn’t deserve anything, no sympathy, no mercy.

I am this 18 year old kid who lives in Oregon. But I'mma tell you when I was about 10, and living in my parents house. So on a Wednesday afternoon after I got home from school I would always look outside my room window, and what I saw was someone moving in next door to my house, it was a man, probably around his mid-30s to his early 40s. At first he didn't seem odd or anything, just a normal guy moving in. Over time he started to get creepy though like he would just stare at our house if he was outside, checking the mail or just sitting on his porch. When me and my friends was outside playing he would always try to talk to us but my mom always said don't talk to strangers so we would just go back inside once he was walking over to us. One day, when my mom was at work my dad and I was watching movies together in the living room til' we was interrupted a few hours later, by this time the sun had already gone down. My dad had paused the movie and gotten up to see who it was, he peeked through the peep whole in our door. He opened the door. I then saw that it was our creepy neighbor from next door. My dad asked once he opened the door "what do you need sir" the man then pointed straight at me and said "the child, I want the child" "my kid is not for sale, now get off of my property" my dad had said with a little bit of aggressiveness in his voice. I can clearly see the man was getting mad but walked away like he was told to. My dad closed the door and sat back down on the couch. We finished a another movie before my dad had to do go pick up my mom from work. He told to get in bed and said that he loved me before leaving, I of course when to bed after I got done brushing my teeth. I woke up a few hours later to it being cold in my room, I looked around my to see that my window was wide open and air was coming in. But despite the chilling air I knew something was off, very off. I got up from my bed and checked my closet but nothing was there I then looked under my bed but I what I saw scared me to death. My creepy neighbor was under my bed sleeping, I had to walk out of my room as quietly as I can trying not to wake him up. I made it to my parents room where I woke them up and told them what I found under my bed, my mom was horrified while my dad was pissed he then started to call the cops. After a few minutes the cops came and went into my room, I could hear some struggling before I saw my neighbor hand-cuffed and walking out of my room and into the cop car. Apparently he was wanted for murdering children in many states. Hopefully I never see him again.

I figured I would post this since there isn’t a lot out there like this and get some fresh perspectives. So we met in 2010, dated for years. Was absolutely out of this world the first year. She F(22) and myself (29) at the time. Moved in together after 4 months and the passion was like nothing I had ever experienced. Well, I lost my job, was on unemployment and she was a waitress. We made ends meet. I finally got work about 6 months later and we started to have a life again. But everything was a whirlwind by year 4. I was doing good, making six figures, buying houses. It was evrything we always wanted . But she was on ig and got really popular and she started looking at that life. She had always done bikini contests and what not so, i thought we could handle it. Around 2017, we break up as we weren’t seeing eye to eye and she was always saying she wasn’t in it. Well, 2 months later she comes back. She had hooked up with two guys but never told me. So, we are back together for 6 months and we get engaged and life seems blissful, sort of. Just she didn’t seem right all the time but we were out planning the wedding and we ever go on a cruise and had the time of our life. Then in September things started getting off with her and she is pulling away. She had been talking and texting a guy for the last 6 months. Well, she leaves again, and gets her own place. I tried talking to her for a few months, even got her out but she wasn’t having it. Two months later she still has a Christmas dinner with her Mom and stepdad at my house while texting a guy the whole night she is there. She was going to stay the night but was just pushing it and wouldn’t stop so I told her she might as well leave. So, needless to say, we don’t talk again until 2 months later as she needs help moving some stuff and she is moving states away. That was the hardest time for me. Watching the last 8 years of my life drive off into the distance. Devastated was an understatement. Everything seemed so real at that point. I didn’t hear from her for about 10 months, maybe once but nothing really. I messaged her off and on. She would tell me not to message her as she was on dates or doing something else. But anyway, she tells me 10 months later that she needs help with her house and wants me to come up. So, I do and we hang out every day and night for a week. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I am a nervous wreck while I am there and just trying to be the old me. Well, a few mo the go by and she wants to make it official. So, I buy a house in her state and move up there. She sleeps with a guy she had been with a week before I get there and never says a thing. So I get up there and things seem off. And we got into it a lot and I couldn’t figure it out. Well 6 months go by and we flip a house and sell mine that we were staying at. While flipping the house, she wants a house with land so we buy another house and I think our lives can finally start, but she goes back to the house in a different state and tells me she is done. She talks to me every now and then and decides to do counseling over the phone. While in counseling she tells me she doesn’t know if she wants to continue because she may miss Mr. Right. Well, I stay where I am and finish up two flips. 3 months later she decides she wants to try us again, I find out about all the guys she has been with and what happened the last year and I was upset and deeply hurt. Told her I just need to work through all of this. Well, for the next two months I was kind of in and out. But got back to our baseline. For 6 months the or so, we were good but then everything was off again. She wanted to break up, but wanted to keep the house. I tried to make it work for the next six months but she wasn’t in it and wanted to be successful and be with someone successful. So, I leave the state for six months. And I don’t see or hear from her for a year. I am back in the state she is in and I go to a concert. Meanwhile she had been dating someone for the last 7 months. She messages me at the concert and says she is single. We meet up and I grab her and kiss her. She calls me after the concert and go back to her house and talk for 6 hours. Well slowly we start talking and before you know it are back again. Once again, good for 6 months and she is done. I would get anxious sometimes and push if she needed space. And the other times she really wasn’t in it. But this last time, for some reason she was different. And I was different. But we needed up in the same place. I am the affectionate one, I am the passionate one, I am one who made it feel special. But I feel such loss everytime she leaves. People use the word soulmate. But it’s like I met myself. She was a daredevil, loved going for motorcycle rides and nice cars, we loved all the same music, same shows, same beliefs and values. We played ping pong and did karaoke. It was like nothing I have ever experienced.
The strange part is…. I never followed the ex back coaches advice. I would email her and message her. I always stayed in contact. And I wonder if that’s why she came back but always left. Months apart, years apart, it didn’t matter. When we were back together, it was like we had seen each other 5 mins ago. She would get with other guys and date around but I never did. I worked and dated a few but nothing serious. Always thought about her, no one else really compared.
Well, fast forward to today. It’s been about two and half months and we haven’t spoken. I have sent her some emails telling her how I feel. And left it at that. She reads them all but doesn’t respond. I am trying to let go and really move on but I don’t know how to let go of her or what we had as we have been together for 14 years and no matter how crazy the story, my love for her is forever. I always think, maybe she will come back again this time, she has 5 other times. But then I think, what will be different. I stayed in contact before, I think this time, I will have to let it be, and she would have to come to me. I know I always saw her as the love of my life. It was never a question. She loved me but nothing how I viewed her. She always left and got with other guys and didn’t skip a beat. Life went on and couldn’t be better. But when she was in it, she was all about me. When she went into her off modes, she had nothing.
I know with most of the forums and stories, the women leave and they can’t get that feeling back. But for her it’s like an on/off switch. So, she can always find it again. I feel like I really don’t know what to do? Where to go. We were going to start a family this year and really move forward but that didn’t happen. Now I am wondering will she talk to me? Will it be years? I know she will date other people. Will she stay with one of them. It’s all a lot to take in right now and the last two months have really sucked. You think it would get easier being the 6th time but it really doesn’t. Maybe a little bit it still hits like a freight train.i guess i will leave this here and if you have any questions, can fire away. Sorry for the long read, but any thoughts would be appreciated.

My boyfriend and I dated from April to late December of 2023. For the first seven months, most things were absolutely wonderful. We have known each other for years and I considered him to be my best friend- as well as someone i heavily crushed on and wanted for a while. I was ecstatic when we started dating, and despite some familial issues on his part and a few personality differences, it couldn’t be a better fit. We’ve always matched up perfectly in humor, life goals, expectations, and intimacy. I’ve dated some not so great men in the past so I definitely idolize him, but i’ve always been able to see a problems and work through them. I’ll admit that I never felt like enough for him. I get told I’m attractive, but I definitely don’t believe it. Though objectively I can see I have good qualities, it’s not internalized. I’ve been insecure since we started dating- he’s tall, handsome, smart and kind. He can get anyone. So, around November, bf got a new job. And we slowly started to fall apart after that. The stress of the job led him into car crashes, breakdowns, and he fundamentally changed as a partner. We stopped talking, stopped hanging out, and it felt as if all my fears about not being wanted were coming true. The job also put physical distance between us as well. I tried to be as supportive and understanding as I could, but he never put in his weight. I said if we didn’t work on things together, we would have to call it quits.Right before the new year, he actually did. I was absolutely crushed and instantly regretting ever saying I’d leave, but it was obviously things weren’t working out. I hoped that I could support him and help him, but it seemed like he didn’t want me around. January came and I saw him get cold to me, follow countless girls online, delete me off everything… I used dating apps and went on dates and tried moving on repeatedly, but they meant absolutely nothing. I was just broken thinking that the man i wanted for years no longer wanted me back. I felt like it was my fault. He came back in February and explained that he never wanted to leave but that he was mentally breaking and couldn’t drag me along. I took him back. I forgave him. Since, he’s been a wonderful partner. Every issue we’ve had has been resolved. I feel wanted and understood and loved. But I can’t get over that he left. I can’t get over that he went on dates, that he was okay with me not being in his life. It’s made me a worse partner, constantly afraid of infidelity and abandonment while he’s given me no reason to be afraid. I’m in therapy, but I feel like the stress of him leaving again is leading me into a breakdown. What can I do to move forward? I can’t envision life without him, but I feel like I’m going crazy.
tl;dr: Bf left me, came back better, but I can’t bring myself to trust him again.

Did I break girl code?
So this happened a few years ago(pretty sure everything is settled and in the past and I can post this now safely) and we don't really talk anymore, friendship pretty much died after this, but i wanted the great people of the potato Queen community to weigh in and tell me if I'm a shitty friend.
So many years ago, a friend was dating a guy we will call trash. We didn't really know anything about him, only met him the once, with the exception that he had a dog that she ABSOLUTELY adored. There was some drama with stories of exes and finding dating profiles but nothing that screamed RUN AWAY and these stories seemed to be in the beginning weeks of their relationship and, to our knowledge, they were working things out as they went and all was well.
Fast forward a couple months and I get a call in the evening where my friend sounded obviously intoxicated and like she was driving. I couldn't really understand alot of what she was saying but it sounded like they had had a fight over something and she had taken his dog when she left. (She did admit later she had been drinking but swears she was parked somewhere and just had the car running to listen to music, I don't believe her but there it is).
Now something to know about me is apparently I "mom" my friends. When we go out drinking I'm the one who tries to herd everyone together, if a dude is being CREEPY I shoo him away, if someone is trying to start a fight I cool the situation or back up my friends. I thought this was just being a good friend but I digress. I'm also ashamed to admit I had a dui years before this and it was a horrible mistake that thankfully didn't injure anyone, so I was well aware of how something like this absolutely ruins your life for YEARS after even if you never make it out of the parking lot let alone onto highway, he lived rurally.
So my initial response is probably wrong but I'm focused on the fact that she's drinking and driving. While she's incoherently talking about whatever happened I'm trying to get her to pull over and tell me where she is so someone can come get her(she has a business and it definitely heavily relies on her having a vehicle and a liscense, but moot point, I'm more concerned about the fact it sounds like she SHOULD NOT BE BEHIND A WHEEL and i dont want her to get hurt) and this infuriates her because I'm not being supportive and listening and she hangs up. I try calling back repeatedly for at LEAST 30 minutes but she won't answer. It's then that the boyfriend is contacting her friends on Facebook telling everyone that she stole his dog and he's calling the cops.
Here's where I might have broke friend/girl code. I contacted him on Facebook and pleaded with him not to call the cops, that he knows she loves that dog she's just drunk and this can all be resolved in the morning when everyone has clear heads.
Now the next day shit literally hits the fan. When i try to talk to her she is IRRATE with me because I not only contacted him but told him that she was drinking and driving and DID in fact have the dog when she had said otherwise to him and his parents.
Turns out(and I want to reiterate no one had ANY idea about any of this) that the fight was actually he had hit her and is actually the lowest piece of shit known to man of a sub species of human. Cops were involved because he HAD in fact called them on her that night and she also pressed charges(he beat her up again when she went to go get her belongings) and when it went to court he used my message as evidence.(she had driven back and let the dog loose by a field somewhere or something i guess so wasnt caught with the fluffy fam, the court stuff came later which made her even angrier at me). So my potato peeps, did I break girl code by messaging her abuser even though I was unaware of the situation? Was there a better way to handle this? Thanks potato fam!
Edit: As far as I know she got a restraining order against him to use anytime he tried to contact her. I think he did some jail time because he had guns he wasn't supposed to have but I'm not 100% on too many of the details.

If only I could wrap my car around a tree… point a barrel at my face… wrap a noose around my neck… maybe then I could feel relief… although I know I would never go through with any of it, a girl can dream right? This pain is too much to handle I am going mad. Maybe I am insane already. I’m insane for staying knowing I only feel misery and despair when I’m with you. I understand things will absolutely never be the same but I hang on to the little sliver of hope I still have left. Although it’s slowly disappearing, I still hang on. Everyday is a battle with my head, I am losing.