Helloooo!!! I have lived in NYC for about 2&1/2 years now and I’ve been struggling to find solid friends here. I moved here from Utah and I live in Financial District with my boyfriend 👬🏻 My boyfriend recently got knee surgery and can’t really walk for a while so I’m looking for some genuine connections that will encourage me to get out of the house when I’m not taking care of him!
I’m a big raver, I really like to go out to the clubs in Brooklyn or any festival I can find nearby! I will be attending the first weekend of We Belong Here Festival happening on Governor’s island on the 24th, 25th, and 26th of this month. I’m obsessed with dance music, especially house, dubstep and techno. I love running and working out. I have a gym membership at Lifetime and I hardly use my guest passes!😢
I also love just walking around the city and finding fun pop ups to explore.
This sub doesn’t allow attachments but I recently saw a tik tok that said: “I’m looking for a friend who parties, does shots, wants to thrive, loves guys!” Hahaha if that sounds like you please message me and we can exchange instagrams and see if we would like to meet up!🤗

Partner (of 7 yrs) informed me about 2 wks ago, as nonchalantly as if saying a package arrived, that ss18 has chosen not to go to college right away as has been his plan all along...instead, he decided he wanted a year off and will be moving in with us in the fall.
Why would he not choose to stay living with his Mom in the state he moved to with her 6 years ago? Oh, because she makes him do chores, work, and not just sleep all day, constantly have a flow of his friends trashing the house, buy his weed, etc. Dad does all this and more. To the degree that on summer visits i would often leave the house to sleep elsewhere because of the mess, noise, chaos, disrespect. I often dreaded their visits because of the level of shitshow it becomes ehen they're there. All my peace and stability goes out the door, likely because they actually leave all doors open when running out the door to parties or inviting the party in.
He unilaterally agreed to let his adult kid move in now without even a thought of a conversation with me first. Irrelevant. I feel like it doesn't matter to him at all how this affects me and needs to be my out.
Actually, it sort of isn't "unilateral", is it? It was a choice the ss made, told his dad about, and dad agreed to. So it was a choice made between two people, but I was definitely not one of them. Don't people usually make these types of decisions WITH their partner?! Or am I crazy? Because with the amount of gaslighting and yelling he does, I'm actually feeling like maybe it is me. Most people don't let their adult kids move in, disrespect their partner, trash everything, buy alcohol and weed for them both and their friends, no jobs(18, 21), not even chores such as not leaving dishes and food on plates in couch cushions, mountain of trash everywhere.... He acts like I am overreacting to this and not supposed to feel hurt, or like it's weird that I'm not okay with every aspect of my daily life being affected, or having a say in it. It's a three bdrm house, but there is no room for me to have personal boundaries, space, or peace in that house. There is no home to to made in a house like that.
Am I wrong? He just wants to do whatevewhenever and expects me to just go along with anything he says. My needs are not even last in line I think, because the line got cut off before that.
I feel he has reduced my level of choice now to two, stay or go. I love him, but if there has been one consistent thing in our relationship it is his impulsive instability and complete lack of boundaries. I guess this is what I get for believing his bipolar disorder was more under control than it really is.
I never wanted to live in a filthy frat house and be demoted to zero level every time they visit, let alone live like that daily.

Context: Friends for nearly 2 years, been hanging out more often than not this past month. Last night we were in his car, hanging out till sunrise. It was all just playful conversation and banter, soon led to play hitting and arm wrestling.
He started hitting my knee then throughout the night was constantly hitting my thigh spontaneously. I shifted my body away from him, closer to the car door so I’d be out of his reach. He ordered me to move my thigh back and ended up grabbing it on multiple occasions to pull me closer. There were instances where he groped my inner thigh while pulling me in and ordered me to keep it near him where he could rest his hand.
He kept saying I liked how he was hitting me, I just wouldn’t admit it. The thigh touching, groping, hitting was consensual and admittedly I was turned on by the dominance and aggression. But I said to him but you’re enjoying this, you just love touching my thigh. And he got defensive, asking why i was turning it to something sexual (how could it not be interpreted sexually when your thigh and inner thigh is being pulled and groped throughout the night, talking about wrestling in the bedroom, spanking me, and leaving red hand marks on my skin)
He kept saying I need to find a boyfriend to keep me in check and how he’d find me a guy. He started asking what I was looking for and when I did he was saying do you want a weak guy who isn’t aggressive and is boring. I asked why would you care what kind of guy I like and date. He responded that he was looking out for me and of course he cared.
He said he liked this stage of our friendship where we could just openly hit each other. I asked him do you hit all your friends like this, he said his friendships differ with every person and he likes how we’ve reached a new level of comfortability. I asked him ok so what is this thigh hitting/grabbing thing you have, you want a FWB thing? He said no not FWB, this is just what friends do.
I know he’s attracted to me, else he wouldn’t be hanging out with me till 6 in the morning just play fighting and hitting. I’m not the type to hook up with people or do FWB, I’m looking for someone who’ll commit and stay loyal to me and I’m not interested in flings. But I’ve been attracted to this guy for nearly a year and have had thoughts about him. I’ve tried to repress it but it just won’t go away. Feeling lonely hasn’t been helping either and idk what to do with this. I don’t want to discontinue our hangouts but I know if I don’t, the touching will probably escalate and admittedly I wouldn’t mind it but I don’t want to be used and thrown away in the end.

The words I’ve been living by.. The past few years until last year were the worst years of my life. I was in an abusive relationship and to get away I moved across the country. I had to make the choice to leave everyone and everything I loved behind. When I moved here I was struggling to get through college and working, while dealing with all the trauma from the relationship and the grief of leaving the people I love.
This past year I got my dream job, have the best friends, in a good healthy relationship, and overall just living a life I was greatful to be living. It wasn’t all good but I felt safe and loved. I thought to myself how crazy it is that I literally thought my life was over and that there was no way out.. but it got better.
In the past three months my best friend moved, me and my boyfriend broke up, and I got laid off. Those are the three things I always told myself would end me back up like I was. I never wanted to loose these things. I clinged to these things so hard I never wanted to let go.
Turns out it’s all okay though. All of these things are gone and I’m still here and I’m still me. I keep thinking about the times I spent worrying. With everything happening now, I’m not sure what the past version of me would have done. I’m somehow enjoying my life where I am right now. I’m sad and I’m grieving but I’m also so grateful to be in a place where I can be sad and grieve while still living my life. There’s always people and places to love and the ones we loose we keep in our hearts. I have no clue what is going to happen now but I truly feel okay and at peace with that.
Sharing for some words of advice for anyone who feels like it won’t get any better. I know it’s hard not to worry, it’s okay to grieve, but stay open to the life around you. People love you, even if you don’t know it. People you haven’t met yet will love you. There’s so much love in you to be able to love other people and places. There will be jobs and hobbies that you’re so passionate about. Everything seems so big but when you believe that it really all will be okay it seems a lot less scary 🙂

So in Australia we need to be separated for 12 months before we can be divorced and due to a complicated situation of still living together while we were separated we just need to prove this.
Anyway, my STBXW has another man who she only talks about sleeping with. I recently met someone and she found out.
She then proceeded to say “remember you’re still married so you can f*ck her”. She then proceeds to say that she will hold the divorce off now and will try and find out who this girl is so she can make her life hell!
Honestly being away from this person is the best thing ever, but I have a feeling she is forever going to make my life hard!
Is this what it’s like having a narc as an ex wife?

So with The Final Shape looming, it's got me thinking about storylines and stuff, and something occurred to me that I can't seem to resolve on my own. Hope ya'll can help me out.

A Loose Timeline

1. Traveler shows up in Sol
2. Humans travel to Mars to meet the Traveler
3. Traveler comes to Earth and bestows a Golden Age upon humanity
4. Near the close of the Golden Age, two prominent characters emerge, Clovis Bray and Maya Sundaresh
   1. Maya heads a research team for Ishtar Collective, primarily based on Venus, studying allegedly ancient Vex ruins and structures that seem to defy laws of time and space. Namely the Citadel, although they are also aware of the existence of the Vault of Glass
   2. Clovis is the namesake and head of the Clovis Bray corporation which is dedicated to pushing the limits of human potential at any cost. Often studies dangerous and unknown phenomena and artifacts found on the Moon and Europa, with little regard for the safety of his workers or test subjects. Clovis and his family created the Warmind Rasputin and the Exo’s.
5. On Venus, Maya and her team discover the scope of Vex simulation power through the simulations a small Vex is running about her and her team. With the help of Rasputin, they are able to “rescue” their simulated copies, and then disperse those into the Vex net to explore and study it.
   1. These copies are released into the Citadel, which is on Venus near the Vault of Glass
6. On Europa, Clovis discovers an ancient dark artifact that emits a power he calls “Clarity” which he uses to ultimately perfect the Exos by combining Clarity with Vex Mind Fluid and putting this inside the bodies of Exos.
   1. Vex mind fluid is harvested from a Vex world called Volantis, on the other side of the portal in the Glassway strike
7. Prior to this, Clovis’s corporation comes into possession of an item called the K1 Artifact. Found on the moon. It induces nightmares and insanity in people near it. It seems to be of the Darkness, possibly of the Witness or Nezerac, but it predates the arrival of either in Sol.
   1. But Clovis does recognize it and Clarity as being part of the same thing, the same network, etc.
8. Witness comes to Sol with the Veil to attempt to enact its Final Shape
   1. For some reason, the Veil is not with the Witness, but is with Nezerac aboard Nezerac’s Pyramid
9. Not sure of the exact order, but during this invasion the following things happen:
   1. Savathun defeats Nezerac, and takes the Veil from his ship to hide it away on Neptune
      1. (Why Neptune?)
   2. Mara Sov and the crew of her ship are caught in the crossfire and transported to a place that would become the Distributary
   3. Nezerac’s ship ends up on Luna
      1. (or was it always there?)
   4. The Witness seemingly abandoned its plans for some reason, and fled the system
   5. The Traveler released Ghosts out into the world who would raise Lightbearers
   6. At some point at or shortly after this failed invasion, the Witness attempts to recreate the Veil in the Black Garden.
      1. The Vex are involved but something doesn’t add up here.

Now For the Stuff That Doesn't Add Up

1. What is Clarity and what was the K1 artifact?
2. Both were in Sol seemingly LONG before the Collapse, which means long before the Traveler showed up, which means long before the Witness or any of it’s disciples would have visited Sol.
   1. The moon was formed when an asteroid collided with Earth. Is it possible that in Destiny’s universe, this collision contained things like K1?
   2. Why would Clarity be on Europa of all places, and why does Clarity breath when the other statues that resemble Clarity are still?
3. The Black Heart doesn’t make sense in this timeline even before the arrival of the Witness to the cannon.
4. Setting aside the Witness for a moment (just pretend it doesn’t exist for now)
   1. Going by D1 lore, it is the source of the Primeval Minds
   2. Primeval Minds were meant to bring forth the powers of the Vault of Glass
   3. The Vault of Glass may exist outside of time and space (is this true?), but even still, on Venus there are Ishtar records of it, as well as geo maps I believe that show it going down far underneath the surface of Venus.
   4. This means that it was there during the Golden Age, but we don’t know for how long
   5. If the Black Heart is what prevents the Traveler from healing, yet seemingly had no effect prior to that then that means one of two things:
   6. Either the heart was constructed after the Traveler went dormant
   7. Or the heart was inert or unable to affect the Traveler until after it went dormant
   8. Either way, the Traveler going dormant at a specific point in time was required for the relationship between the Primeval Minds and the Vault to become possible.
   9. If this was the plan all along, the Vex would have needed to be able to predict the actions and the intent of both the Traveler and the Black Fleet, which were both known to be paracausal forces
   10. If this wasn’t the plan, and was instead opportunistic action taken by the Vex, why did they add the Vault to Venus prior to any of this happening?
   11. This also does not provide insight into what the Black Garden is or why a Black Heart would grow there, or why Vex would be there.
5. If we bring the Witness back in, then some of this makes sense.
   1. The Witness seeking a copy of the Veil uses the Black Garden and apparently the Sol Divisive to construct it.
   2. This occurs after the Witness loses the Veil during the Collapse.
   3. But it does not answer where the Sol Divisive came from or what the Black Garden is.
   4. It also does not explain why the Witness would try to use the Vex to create the Heart, because a being this old and well traveled will have known the Vex limitations when it comes to paracausal simulation and construction.

What is so important about Sol for the Vex?

They can build a planet sized computer literally anywhere, out of anything. So why build their sensitive prediction engines near the Traveler and the Vanguard? For my purposes, we're going to skip the obvious gameplay related needs and focus on story reasons. Why is this happening in the story?

1. There are only three places where we see Vex that the Traveler has not also touched
2. Europa - They came through Clovis's portal and largely went dormant after the war there.
3. Neptune - They are apparently there for the Veil and later for Soteria
4. The Moon - They come through the Garden Portal when we complete the Shadowkeep campaign
   1. There are some Vex structures around the portal, but otherwise their influence on the Moon seems limited to small physical patrols of Sol Divisive Vex
5. Additionally there are four I know of that are not available or contaminated by Vex in game, but that we have accounts of
   1. Oryx's Throne World - Much like Europa, the Vex were only there because Crota opened a door too their space and let them in
   2. Volantis - The place Clovis's portal opens to
      1. Possibly the same place Crota accessed?
   3. The Leviathan -
      1. A mind that supposedly ran the Nessus planet computer was sucked into the Leviathan (so much for it's predictive powers...
      2. The Menagerie had Vex as well, but I don't remember if they came from Nessus with the Eater of Worlds boss, or if they were captured by Calus prioafter that.
   4. The Dreaming City - Season of the Wish they are in the city, in the tunnels created by Riven
6. What's interesting is that, of the places the Traveler HAS NOT touched, and where they are still present, Neptune is the only one where they are doing much of anything that isn't wholly reactive to other beings disturbing their stuff.
7. All other locations where we encounter the Vex, the Traveler also touched first
   1. Mercury
   2. Venus
   3. Earth
   4. Mars
   5. Io
   6. Nessus
8. So the Vex seem to have a pattern of showing strong interest in converting worlds the Traveler has also altered. They also seem very interested in the Veil.
   1. Oryx’s Throne World is also a place that keenly interested them, when Crota let them in. And it is also a paracausal location filled with beings that utilize paracausal power.
   2. Despite Clarity being present on Europa, and having a known interaction with Vex Mind Fluid, the Vex there are still mostly asleep.
   3. Same in terms of the Moon where there are known Darkness artifacts as well as a whole Pyramid, an entrance to Crota’s Throne World, and a number of Hive running around. But they are not active there in force anymore
9. And even though they seem to end up in other types of places, they don’t seem to do much there unless provoked.
10. The Vex have known the location of the Veil for some time, yet the Witness doesn’t. This means that either the Sol Divisive doesn’t know either, or they withheld that information somehow for some reason.
11. We don’t know what the Black Garden is yet.
    1. D1 frames it around the Black Heart, but as we can see that doesn’t even make sense by D1’s timeline
    2. D2 expands the framing through GoS and season of Undying. The Garden is it’s own thing, and the heart was added and removed later.
    3. Regardless, the Vex pattern of strong interest in converting things the Traveler has also altered, suggests to me that the Garden was probably also altered by the Traveler at some point
12. So it seems like the Vex are either obsessed with the Traveler, or they are obsessed with things the Traveler has converted for some reason. And that seems to be why we find they're big dangerous computation engines and stuff like that here in Sol, and why they don't just build them literally anywhere else.
    1. And while yes they do seem to build stuff elsewhere, those things just don't seem to do much. And we can tell because they haven't just built an infinite forest off in the Andromeda Galaxy somewhere where NOTHING could ever disrupt it and they could compute endlessly. Even the Valut of Glass, the seat of their most arcane and powerful frames, is close to the current location of the Traveler.

But why? Why do they follow it? Why do they care what it does? Why do they build their stuff near it? I still don't know...

To make a long and distressing story short, my almost 12 year old started Zoloft yesterday, late afternoon. She has some serious PTSD, anxiety, rage, isolation etc. I also believe she has undiagnosed ADHD. I have ADHD, and it was a late in life diagnosis. I have a neuropsych eval set up for her for later this month. (It was so difficult to find somebody for that, but that’s another story.) she has been actively refusing to go to school, isolating herself in her room with her phone. When we try to take away her phone, she gets violent and explosive. I took her to her psychiatrist for the first time yesterday, and they decided to start her on Zoloft 25 mg, I have been in panic mode about the adjustment.. I just can’t imagine things getting worse for her.
Today, she slept late as she always does. When she woke up, she was like a different kid. She’s enthusiastic. She’s happy. She hung out with her siblings, she decided she wanted to accompany her stepdad to the grocery store. They have had a rough relationship, and often fight. They are both making concerted efforts to remedy their problems, although, he is the adult, and the responsibility is primarily on him. However, she chose to go with him! She didn’t even bring her phone! She has been too anxious to go into a grocery store and at least five months.
This all seems excellent, but she just took her first dose yesterday, and my concern is it this will elevate into some sort of mania. How often does this happen? Is it possible that the medicine worked for quickly? This all seems excellent, but she just took her first dose yesterday, and my concern is it this will elevate into some sort of mania. How often does this happen? Is it possible that the medicine worked for quickly? I am not looking for medical advice.
I am not looking for medical advice. I am just looking for as many anecdotes I can find. I will, of course, be in touch with her provider. and it was a late in life diagnosis. I am also just too afraid to believe that this might just work, and be a component and her formula to heal.
I’m not sure if this made any sense, so, thank you for reading if you made it this far. I completely empathize with having debilitating mental health struggles. Watching your child suffer like that isn’t hell I would wish on anybody!

I bought a hand feed baby lovebird when she was about 2.5 months. She was handfeed and handed daily. When she was baby she was very social and very outgoing. There was a delay in her development that kept me from being her home on time, so while she caught up I was more than ready for her arrival. I had her cage set up and my family and I went through our name options. I should mention that she’s not our first bird. The first bird we got was a lovebird about a year and a half prior. My mom thought she was buying a budgie. It was a near feral lovebird. That lovebird had been a struggle since the very first hour we brought her home. We all tried to tame her to no avail. Is being naive new bird owners even decided to clip her wings. She completely shut down and became depressed. So I bought myself a bird in hopes to cheer her up. So, back to my bird. As time went by they started doing this things where they’d stick they’re finger through the bars of her cage and poke at her. I’d tell them hundreds and hundreds of times nicely, and I explain why they shouldn’t do that. They didn’t listen. And as I got more and more feed up with constantly asking them not to torment my baby they started calling me dramatic and started doing it while I was at work. They thought it was funny how she’d open her beak and growl. Then as time went by I notice she started getting a little nippy. Once again I asked them to stop harassing her while I was working, and I found out that while they’d invite guests over to our house my family allowed them to also put their fingers in both the birds cages. She’s now over a year old and absolutely hates anybody besides me walking up to either was the the bird cages. She’s bitten me hard enough to drawl blood and rip skin on at least 4 occasions. I can no longer just put me hand in her cage and live on her all because they wouldn’t listen. She’s also having trouble preening her head and her hate red of fingers makes it nearly impossible for me to help her so she’s constantly frustrated and itchy on top of everything. My family blames me for her aggression but I just want my happy baby back again. Is there any way to fix this? Am I constantly going to be worried about leaving her with them? Will she ever carelessly accept pets ever gain? Please I’d be so grateful for any tips…

lovebird #firstbird

Hey guys, I wasnt sure where to go from here because from what i'm reading this problem will NEVER go away. My uterus is SEVERELY tilted to the right and because of this sex hurts, not during it, but for DAYS AFTER. It litterally feels like my cervix was torn in two. I dont know what to do because how am I ever supposed to be in a relationship if I dont like sex. Ok, I like sex, the pain just isnt worth it. Does anyone know if there's anything a Dr. can to do fix an severely tilted cervix. I mentioned it to my Gyno. and he didnt say much of anything that gave me any information.

Hey, I am trying to raise money to try and get back into my feet after a hard year. So this starts in June 2023. I was working full time with an agency job on the side. I was on the waiting list for an operation and they had called me last minute with an appointment. I was promised from work full pay while I was off but this what not the case once I was actually off sick. I got the government sick pay allowance. Within a few days after surgery my grandad passed away and I had to fly out to Jamaica for the funeral. Which took a lot out of me and the family because it was last minute. I wasn’t even supposed to fly long haul so quick after surgery. So this is when I started to fall behind on bills.
I did was not redeems safe to work until in September when I went back to work. In my full time job I’m a support worker, and work closely with self harm. And then this came to much for me so I had to change my contract to relief staff which is zero hour contract (November 2023). At this point I still have the agency work and go when there is shift. But this has not been enough to cover bills and everything else. All these situations have caused me to fall behind on priority bills and run up credit cards and loans. I am in arrears of £1100+ on my rent and over £1400 for council tax. I am not asking for all of this just enough so I don’t get kicked out my home. I need to pay more money onto my rent so they can set up a payment plan for the next few months. I NEED TO PAY £500 TOMORROW OR THEY ARE TAKING ME TO COURT FOR PERSESSION OF THE PROPERTY
I am still working at my agency job as a care assistant and go whenever they have shifts sometimes driving over a hour to get there.
I hope you can help me get back on my feet. I hate asking for help financially but my friend has told me it would be a good idea.

Am I wrong for being angry/upset for being called a liar and untrustworthy for telling my daughter that the movie popcorn has "butter" poured on top of it at the theater? The question came up from my daughter asking whether the movie popcorn has any nuts/peanuts in it because she has a nut allergy. I simply said, "No, it's just popcorn and butter and some salt." I know the liquid stuff they put on the popcorn isn't butter, even though the concession stand person asked if I wanted "butter." I grew up eating this stuff and have bought some in the past. I know it's some oil with coloring and salt. It could also be some other type of fatty substance they use, but I'm confident it doesn't contain nuts or tree nuts. The reason they even use this "butter" stuff in the first place is to keep it from going rancid if they use real butter. It's also cheap, so adding nuts would increase the cost. I know there is hazelnut flavoring (also fake and has no actual hazelnuts), and that's more expensive than "butter."
Anyway, my wife got pissed at me about lying to my daughter, and she deemed that I couldn't be trusted. My daughter has asked about whether there are nuts in pretty much everything. It's good that she's looking out for herself, but when she does this all the time, it gets pretty old. I didn't want to interrogate the concession stand staff about whether the popcorn or the fake butter stuff had any nuts/peanuts in it.
My wife kept bringing up trust a lot in the past several years because one time many years ago, I told her I wanted to get a divorce during a heated verbal argument because she was driving me nuts.
Here are some of the situations that have accumulated over the years and made me resent her more and more. I think I'm a trustworthy person, and I try my best to live with integrity. I have a high-paying professional job. I don't have any vices (alcohol, drugs, gambling, etc.). I also don't do much other than going to work and coming home. I go grocery shopping on the weekend and spend most of the time doing household chores on doing stuff on the computer.

• She got mad at me because I painted the window sill with polyurethane because it was getting moldy waiting for her to decide what wood treatments to put on the windows. This took almost a year and the wood already was getting moldy.
  
• She got mad at me for not telling her about a joint account I have with my mother. My mom felt that it was unfair that my wife has an investment account that her dad setup for her since she was a child. She never told me how much she has in that account, but we pay thousands in taxes every year because of it. When my wife found out about my account, she demanded that we split that money. I did so for my account, but she never shared her money from her own account with me because it's still invested. I have no idea how much money she has, and I don't care since it was her money before we got married. It just seems lopsided that somehow my money must be shared with her.
  
  • She got mad at me for getting in a fight with my mom when we went to visit her at my childhood home overseas. My mom was upset with us because she paid for the plane tickets (~$6k total) to fly to visit and offered her house for us to stay, but we repaid her generosity by only spending less than a couple days with her during our 2-week visit. My wife didn't want to stay in the city and would instead go off exploring. I got in a fight with my mom trying to defend my wife when my mom was accusing her of being ungrateful and rude to the family. Even today, my wife keeps saying how she can't trust my mom because "your mom is unstable and explosive".
  • She got mad at me for going to San Francisco for a week to get my mom (72 years old at the time) coming from overseas to visit a couple of places she wanted to visit for planning to relocate to the Bay Area. She didn't know anyone else in the US so she asked me to help her. She paid for all the expenses. At this point my mom also didn't like my wife so she didn't ask her to come. My wife said I shouldn't go and just let my mom deal with it herself. I hadn't seen my mother in 3 years at this point so I did want to see her and help her. I was also worried about her safety. My wife's family was living 10 minutes away from us so she couldn't understand why I would want to see my mom.
  • She got mad at me for planting grass seeds in our backyard when she went away for the weekend. Up to that point, my wife had already spent hundreds of dollars hiring random people to come to pluck out goutweed from the backyard to get rid of them. I read somewhere that grass can outcompete with goutweed so I decided to just plant the seeds. I didn't want to tell her because she kept delaying the decision to do anything with the backyard and we have goutweed growing everywhere despite all that money spent to get rid of them. The grass actually worked, and we have a grass lawn now instead of a goutweed field as long as I mow the lawn. She said I was sneaking behind her back to plant the seeds. It made her not trust me.
• She got mad at me for wanting to take a business trip that could further my career at the company I was working for. I passed on it and I lost the promotion.
  
  • She got mad at me for not wanting to send the kids to private school ($18k/year per kid and we have 2 kids). I was making $135k/year but I left the job because my wife said that I spent too much time at work and not enough with family. I took a lower paying job so I can spend more time with family, but the private school cost is just making it difficult. She was only working part-time but had to go full-time because I don't make as much as I used to.
• She got mad at me because I sometimes came home half an hour late after 5 pm and didn't make dinner in time for the kids to go to bed by 7:30 pm. The older one is in 6th grade and the younger one in 3rd grade. I have to make breakfast and dinner everyday and I also have to do all the dishes. Her job is to put the kids to bed. I also have to drop the kids off every morning at their private school and I can't drop them off before 8:30 am and it's over half an hour away from my work the wrong direction. I could never get to work before 9:00 am and my wife demanded that I need to be home by 5 pm to make dinner.
  
• She demanded that I spend at least an hour or more every day with her after the kids go to bed even if I see her everyday at breakfast and dinner. She got mad when I wanted to teach a pottery class some evenings 2-3 times a week because I used to enjoy pottery and teaching. I had to quit because she got mad at me for not spending time with her.
  
  • She got mad at me for starting a golf equipment business. She hated the products I was making because she didn't play golf and disliked golf. She wasn't supportive and probably couldn't wait for the business to fail so I stop spending time on it. The business is still going but not making that much money, but it's only been a couple of years.
• She got mad at me for not wanting to have sex a lot with her anymore. She really let herself go after having the kids while I still trying to maintain my fitness. I used to go running every other day but pretty much quit at this point because I couldn't do all the cooking and cleaning and still have time to go running.
  

She kept holding a grudge about all these things, and now she has us taking many marriage therapy workshops and sessions. She insisted that I'm too withdrawn and uncaring. She insisted that I needed to be a better husband.
I used to think I was a responsible person, and I tried my best to succeed in life. I try to spend as much time with my kids as possible so they know I'm there for them. My father wasn't around much when I was younger so I don't want to make the same mistake. We have been married for 15 years at this point but I'm just getting more and more sick of being in this relationship. I want my kids to have an intact family but it's just getting harder and harder. I don't have any other woman in my life so it's not even a part of the equation. I'm just not happy being questioned all the time and treated like a piece of garbage.
Anyway, I got really upset today after she called me a liar and said I was untrustworthy for telling my daughter the fake butter stuff is butter. I decided to walk home from this event we were supposed to get dinner together. I'd rather come home and cook my own dinner than be accused of something I can't even comprehend anymore.

Back in 2016, I was working at a roadside diner west of St. Cloud, Minnesota. Neat little place, had a bit of a 60’s vibe to it, but without the hairdo. On the slow hours of the day, or whenever we just had locals around, I’d be humming along with the chefs playing radio out of the kitchen. It wasn’t an exciting time, but it was nice to have a workplace that felt like a second home.
A couple of weekends a month, we had an all-night crew to serve passing truckers. You usually never had to do more than one shift though, and we got to make own schedules. Our boss was pretty hands-off. It was during one of those shifts, at the first week of early summer, that my life took a turn for the worse – and I didn’t even realize it.

We were used to having the occasional odd customer during those hours of the day. When this guy walked in, I didn’t know what to think. He was about 6’2, bald, and pale as chalk. He wore this worn-out t-shirt that looked like it’d been on fire. With every step, he dragged his feet, and collapsed in one of our booths, seemingly exhausted.
I looked back at the chef, and he just shrugged. Guy wasn’t hurting anyone, but he didn’t look like he was all there. But a job’s a job, so I went up to him.
“You alright there?” I asked.
He looked up at me like I was speaking a foreign language, then sunk his head back down, gently shaking it.
“Nah,” he said. “I, uh… I don’t think I am.”
He had this voice on the knife’s edge between a hysterical laugh and a howling cry. He was trembling.
“You need me to call someone?”
“Call?”
“Yeah, call someone.”
“How?”

I didn’t understand the question. I figured he was coming down from some kind of binge, and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I asked the chef to get me a side of bacon to keep the guy calm while I called the police.
As I slid the plate over to him, he sunk his face into his hands, sobbing.
“T-thank you,” he cried. “I-I’m… please…”
I sat down across from him, instinctively reaching out to grab his hand. He let me. Even at a light touch, I could feel the scars on his palm and fingertips. Whatever’d happened to him, it must’ve been awful.
“I can’t go back,” he sniffled. “Don’t make me go back. I can’t. Please, I can’t.”
“You’re not going anywhere. It’s okay,” I smiled. “You’re safe here.”
“Can you help me?” he asked. “Can you keep him out?”
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” I nodded. “Just eat up. It’s okay.”

His fingers trembled as he tentatively bit off a piece of bacon. His teeth were black, and he flinched.
“I need time,” he said. “I need time to run.”
“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “We’ve called for help.”
“I just… I just need time.”
We just sat there for a while. He calmed his breathing but kept staring out the window. I could tell he was looking for something – or someone. All I could see was a road and a handful of moths. We sat there for some time, in silence, as he carefully nibbled on the slices of maple bacon.
As two police officers entered the diner, he got up from his seat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of scrunched-up trash. A couple of singles, a plastic card, dirt, and something resembling animal bones. He tried to straighten out the bills, pushing them into my hands along with the laminated card.
“Just… I need time. I’ll come back. Please.”
I didn’t understand. I just nodded and accepted it. Seconds later, the officers asked him to step outside and explain the situation. I got busy taking orders from a couple of passing truckers, watching glimpses of the scene through the window. A couple of minutes later, the strange man was taken away.

My shift ended at sunrise. I dragged myself to my car with a yawn, shuffling around my pockets for the keys. I hadn’t thought much about the items he’d handed me, but I took a closer look. I’d thrown away the animal bones and dirt, but there were a couple of dollar bills and that laminated card left. I checked the card first.
It looked like some kind of bookmark. On one side it was completely white, and on the other side there were dried blue flower petals arranged in a spiral. Kinda reminded me of a sunflower. And finally, there were the dollar bills.
I didn’t pay much attention to these at first. Just a couple of singles. But after a closer look, I noticed something unusual. There was a man on the bill that I didn’t recognize. It took me a couple of google searches to realize that this man was Walter Mondale – the man who’d lost to Ronald Reagan’s second run for president back in ’84. Why was this man on a one-dollar bill?

Before heading to bed, I put the items down on my nightstand. In a moment of silent wonder, I looked out the window. What had that man been looking for? What’d he been running from?
There was nothing out there.
Just a couple of moths.

Waking up the next morning, I had a full day off. I spent it cleaning my apartment, watching movies, having dinner with a couple of friends, and ending the night with a couple of drinks at the pub down on the corner. No binge or anything, just got a bit boozy. I was still gonna be in bed by midnight.
I took the scenic route home; a long walk. All the way down main street, past the lake. I took a shortcut through the park by the final stretch, speeding up a bit. That place was trouble.
As I hurried by the fountain, I spotted someone in the distance. A shrouded figure at the edge of the streetlights. I stopped to observe for a second, but as I did, the lights flickered. Coming back on, the figure was gone.
I chalked it up to imagination. I was a bit drunk, after all. Besides – it was small, like a child. What the hell would a kid be doing out at this hour?

A couple of days passed. I didn’t notice anything unusual, but I kept coming back to that distressing feeling of missing something important. Looking back at it now, I just feel dumb. He was there all along. Outside the supermarket. In the parking lot. Off the highway. Hell, he was outside my window at night sometimes, but just too short for me to spot.
I’m getting ahead of myself.
It wasn’t until one morning when I was driving to work that I got a clear view of him. I was crossing a four-way street, taking a sharp left turn, when I had to throw myself on the breaks. There was a kid in the middle of the street.
I hadn’t seen him that clearly before. He was probably around 6, maybe 7 years old. Wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of light blue canvas pants. Short black hair, dark eyes, and no shoes. That particular detail stuck with me. No shoes? Why?
I almost lost control, but I was lucky. There wasn’t much traffic, and I managed to stop further down the road. There were black lines in the pavement from my screeching tires swerving back and forth. Regaining my composure, I looked in the rear-view mirror.
The kid was gone.

But that was just the start.
I’d spot him every now and then. Looking out the window at work. At the gas station. A passing face in the crowd when shopping for groceries. Every now and then, something would pull on my attention, forcing me to whip my head around, looking for the source of that ill feeling crawling up my spine. Sometimes I saw him. And even worse – sometimes I didn’t.
I remember lying awake at night, hearing moths tap against my window. There was nothing else. Nothing outside. I patrolled my apartment six times, checking every window. I’d looked everywhere, and there was no reason for me to feel the way I did. I was growing paranoid.
And yet, in the morning, my front door was unlocked, and slightly open.

It all came to a head one afternoon when I was out on my smoke break. I’d barely slept for the past three nights, and you could kinda tell I was having a bad day. As I stood there, leaning against the side door of the diner, I see the kid again. This time just across the road, maybe 50 feet or so away. I’d had enough. This had to end.
I was furious. I stormed forward, calling him out with every slur and curse I could think of. I was psyching myself up. I was in the right, and I refused to be harassed anymore – kid or not. Didn’t matter. I crossed the road, barely dodging a speeding jeep, and met him face-to-face.
“What the hell do you want?!” I’d yell. “Why are you following me?!”
He was completely expressionless. He didn’t even flinch, no matter how much I pointed or screamed. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, and he didn’t even blink. He just stared at me, like a porcelain doll head on a swivel.

I wasn’t thinking about the bystanders though. A couple of middle-aged men stepped up, asking in no kind terms what the hell was wrong with me. I was held back and restrained. Someone called the police. Someone else called my manager – I’d forgotten to take off my apron, so they could see the diner logo. A couple of people filmed it. One of the videos got like 120k views in a day before it fell off the map. I still see it as a react gif sometimes.
It was a disaster. After a couple of officers came by to talk to me, he’d just disappeared into thin air. The officers took me down to the station – not to detain me, but to get me away from the heated crowd. That car ride downtown sobered me up to what the hell was going on. I was being stalked by this kid, but there wasn’t a living soul out there that would believe me.
Well, maybe one.
Maybe.

I was asked a couple of questions and released within about half an hour. They told me to go home and sleep this whole thing off. That wouldn’t be a problem. I didn’t have a job to go back to anyway, according to the (many) texts I’d gotten. I had all the goddamn time in the world.
I was just about to leave when something came to mind. The two officers who’d picked me up were still waiting by their car when I turned back to them.
“Sorry, you picked up the guy I called in about at the diner, right?” I asked.
“Sure did.”
“You got any idea what happened to him?”
The two looked at one another for a moment, shrugged, and turned to me.
“Didn’t have any ID and gave a fake name. I think they took him to psych.”
“Psych?”
“Well, he was saying some, uh… strange things. There were interviews with a, uh…”
The two quieted down and flashed me a smile.
“There’s not that much we can say.”

Coming home, I decided to get to the root of this. It didn’t take me that long to find the place where the guy’d been taken; there aren’t a lot of mental health facilities in this part of the country. Especially facilities that accept involuntary subjects.
But my eyes kept drifting back to the strange dollar bills he’d given me, resting neatly on my nightstand. They were so detailed. A bit old, sure, but that only made them seem more genuine. What the hell was he doing with a handful of clearly fake dollar bills? Like, what’s the purpose? There had to be a purpose.
That unnerved me.

I managed to arrange a meeting. It wasn’t easy, and I think a lot of it boiled down to the police having no idea what could make this guy talk. For some reason, he kept providing them with false information. Maybe a familiar face, for one reason or another, might make him talk.
Just a couple of days later, I was putting my items in a metal bowl on the second floor at a mental health institute in the next town over. I asked one of the nurses if I could keep one of my dollar bills. Apparently, that was okay.
I was shuffled through a couple of locked doors and escorted to an off-white side-room. No décor, no locks. The guy was already there.

He’d been dressed down into these neutral eggshell-white garbs. It was strange seeing him in a lit-up room like this. I didn’t know what to expect.
Getting a closer look at him, he was probably in his 50’s. It’d been hard to tell earlier. I couldn’t get over just how pale he was; it was almost a complete lack of pigment. It looked sickly. His thin arms didn’t help – he looked malnourished. And yet, he was smiling.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello to you too,” I smiled. “You doing okay?”
“I’m… I’m pretty good,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
I sat down across from him and took out the dollar bill he’d given me.
“I wanted to ask you about this.”
“For the bacon,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, was that not enough?”
“No, it’s…”
I took a moment to compose myself. I had too many questions.

He sighed, took the bill, and looked it over. Looking back at me, I could tell there was something painful stirring in his mind. His smile slowly faded.
“Sorry,” he said. “I try to forget sometimes. It’s easier than making sense of it.”
“Let’s start with something simple,” I nodded. “Like… your name. Where you’re from.”
“Those things are pretty far from simple.”
He was looking straight through me; his eyes sinking back to deeper, more uncomfortable thoughts.

His name was Samuel, and he was born around these parts in back in the 1970’s. He’d worked as a telecommunications specialist out of St. Cloud back in the 90's. He had a wife, three children, and a four-bedroom house.
“But it… that was all before, see?” he explained. “Then it all just…”
“Just what?” I asked. “What happened?”
He looked at me, opening and closing his mouth, looking for the right words to come out. Nothing happened. He shook his head, trying again.
“It started with the street preachers,” he said. “Hundreds of them, marching on every city. All saying the same doomsday shit as always. World was dying. All coming to an end.”
“I haven’t seen anything like that.”
“Then there were storms,” he continued without skipping a beat. “Some would last for weeks. Others longer. Entire cities would be flooded or torn apart. Earthquakes causing monster waves along the east coast, sending shockwaves all the way to mainland Europe. Then, Yellowstone.”
“Yellowstone?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Lights out.”

Samuel was painting this apocalyptic vision of a world undone. Catastrophe after catastrophe. Hooded people marching the streets, screaming for the mercy of a mad god. But there was more to it.
“Then things stopped making sense. It’s as if the rules changed,” he continued. “Roads would stop leading home. Trees would change color. People turned twisted and corrupted. Like… one of our neighbors couldn’t eat anything but gunpowder. There was a woman just down the street who tried to kill anyone wearing glasses. It was… pandemonium.”
I didn’t say anything. What he was saying didn’t make any sense, but he was trying his best to keep his rambling coherent.
“The plants died. Trees too. The only thing that could grow in that environment were these twisted blue things that popped up out of nowhere. But people… people are what got twisted the most.”
He told me of these towering 7-foot-tall humanoid creatures that roamed the forests. Black as night – not even reflecting light. Arms reaching all the way to their knees. Elongated, inhuman things that all used to be someone he knew.

“The doomsayers all said the same thing,” he continued. “That God was a scared little boy, and that he was dying. Everything that was happening was just an expression of that ceaseless, bottomless, existential grief.”
Samuel looked back and forth, finally burying his face in his hands.
“It all broke down. Roads stopped leading anywhere. No power. No water. Julie changed. Ollie changed. Tobie made himself a mask and wandered off into the woods. Ira just… disappeared. And for… years? Has it been years? It’s just been me.”
“But you’re here, now,” I said. “And what you’re describing, it… it didn’t happen.”
“It happened,” he insisted. “Just not… here. But here.”
He tapped his finger on the single dollar bill.
“Somewhere, somehow, I must’ve taken a wrong turn. I slipped through something broken, and now I’m here. And… and he’s coming to bring me back. He doesn’t want anyone to leave.”
“Who?”
“Just! Just…” he chuckled. “Just a sad little boy who’s been told he’s going to die.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just sat with him for a while, holding his hand.

Before I left, Samuel got up from his chair. He looked at me, forcing himself to smile.
“If I go back, I’ll try not to… to be like them. I’ll try. And… and I’ll be the one to say something.”
He let out a painful little laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe just a… hello.”

I left that day with more questions than answers. I couldn’t picture the world he’d lived through. Then again, how could it be true? None of it had happened. But what was he gaining from lying about it?
That was the last time I saw Samuel. A few days later, he went missing, as if he’d disappeared into thin air. I didn’t know what to think of it. There was nothing on the cameras – no one entering or leaving the building. No quick escapes, no clever plans. He’d just walked into his room and disappeared. Nothing left but a couple of moths fluttering about.
And for a while, that was it. That was the end of the story. I got busy looking for a new job, and all the little items given to me by Samuel was put away into a little box in my glove compartment. Life soldiered on, and no matter how many questions I had, there was no one around to answer them. Even the strange kid that’d been following me was, seemingly, gone.

A couple of months later, I was driving home from a friend’s place. I stopped at a four-way street, waiting for a couple of trucks to pass, when there was a knock on the passenger side window. I almost choked on my own spit. Scared me half to death.
Looking out, I could see that kid again. I hadn’t seen him for some time, and I quickly bounced between curiosity and downright anger.
“What do you want?” I yelled out.
There was no response. Instead, the door just opened. It’d been locked. As he opened the door, he pointed to the glove box.
“You want his things?” I asked. “Is that it?”
He nodded. I wanted to lash out, but there was something telling me I shouldn’t. Instead, I reached over, opened the glove compartment, and pointed to the box.
“Just take it and leave me alone,” I said. “Get it over with.”

He reached in and grabbed the box. So much effort for a couple of mementos. I turned my head back to face the road. The kid backed out. But of course, I had to get the last word in.
“Not even a thank you, huh?”
That made him pause. He looked at me, tilting his head. As he opened his mouth to speak, a moth fluttered out. Then another. And another.
Then – darkness.

What happened next is hard to describe. My memory of it is fragmented. It’s like trying to watch a buffering video, where long stretches of it are just nothing – but you know something was supposed to happen in-between.
Blink. I was sitting in my car. There was a dark blue sky. No clouds, no stars. Figures in the distance. An open field with blue flowers bending to a howling wind. A powerful stench of ammonia stinging my nostrils. Something to my immediate left, ripping the car door straight off the hinges.
Blink. Running. Ruins of a town. It seemed familiar, but there was barely anything left. My leg was bleeding. I was being followed. No matter where I turned, or where I ran, I seemed to end up at the same intersection.
Blink. A three-story building, brimming with life. Glimpses of arm-long antennae through the broken windows. Clickety-clack of bursting wings tapping against crumbling concrete. A loud warning shriek as something rubs its legs together; a call for prey.
Blink. Hiding in a tipped-over trash container. The rain has stopped in mid-air. Raindrops held in indefinite suspension. I suck water drops out of the air to quench my thirst. My hands are shaking from the blood loss.

Countless little images. Some in order, some not. I have no idea how much time passed. In the moment, it must’ve been much longer than I can remember. Days. Weeks, even. There’s no way to tell.
Blink. Walking through a barren field. It feels like walking through a dead forest, but there are no trees. Only those willingly impaled and wailing.
Blink. An abandoned booth by a broken highway. A sign offers phone calls, in exchange for “real teeth”. There are six sizes of pliers hanging on a wall within. All are bloodied – even the small ones.
Blink. The church that had burned down the night before had reappeared. The people inside, too. They couldn’t leave. Tonight, they would burn again.

Somewhere in this nightmarish puzzle-pieced fragment of nothing, there was a constant drive in me to get away. To get out. I knew that if I’d gotten there, I could get back home again. I just had no idea how. Maybe finding the kid. Asking. Begging. Something.
The last fragment of memory from that space was being cornered in a cellar. They were banging on the door. I’d tipped over a wardrobe to keep them out, but they weren’t going to stop. They were never going to stop. I couldn’t let them kill me again – not like that.
One of the Changed ones were coming. I don’t know what that means, or how I know the name, but I knew of it. There was a mirror, and I could see the signs. It stepped out. Seven feet tall, black as night. Elongated arms and neck. Barely a body at all – just a void space vaguely shaped like the remnants of a person.
Except this one felt… familiar. It was the first one to speak.
“H E L L O.”

Blink. Running. A cold hand. If I squeezed too hard, my fingers went straight through it. I had to keep up. He was showing me something.
Blink. They were flooding over the school bus, tipping it by their sheer numbers. Eruptions from the sewer grates. They were famished.
Blink. An open field. Sunflowers facing me, no matter where I turn. It’s not far.
Blink. I look back, as I’m pushed over the edge. He looks just like the rest of them. They aren’t angered by his betrayal.
They feel nothing, as I fall.

In February of 2017, I was found by the side of the road. I’d been gone for months. My car was too. I came back with nothing but the clothes on my back and countless scars. I’ve been told that I didn’t make any sense at first; I was just rambling nonsense. Or maybe it just sounded like nonsense to these people.
Over time, I forgot more and more of these fragmented images. And the less I remember, the more I can move on. Still, I’ve written them down over time, and they paint an ugly, insane picture of what I’d been going through. Some of which I, myself, have a hard time believing. Then again, I know myself well enough to see that there’s no point in lying.

I haven’t seen Samuel, or that strange kid ever since. I think this is all over, for now. There’s nothing left for me to give.
But even now, years later, I still wake up to that feeling at night. That there’s something wrong, or that I’m forgetting something. That there’s something near that I’m looking straight through, or past.
And every now and then, I hear the flutter of a moth’s wing, tapping against my bedroom window.
And I think I know what it wants.
It wants me to go back.

Good afternoon everyone,
So…I had my consultation with my attorney yesterday and was told that I wouldn’t qualify for a Chapter 7 based on a piece of property I inherited when my mom passed away (1/4 of the house I’m renting)
I was kinda expecting that and after going over everything, he was able to guesstimate my monthly payments at $708 for 36 or $400-something if I did the 5 year payment plan
I like the idea of it being over as soon as possible me so I would probably opt for the shorter timeframe
This is for approximately $64,000 in unsecured debt (credit cards and a small personal loan)
But last night I got to thinking, if I’m going to have a monthly payment anyway, would it be worth the effort to try and call each of the credit card companies 1 at a time and saying “ I can not make my payments anymore and have retained a lawyer and begun bankruptcy proceedings. I would prefer not to go this route and am able to pay $200 for the next 24 months. Would you be willing to close and settle my account instead of me going forward with the bankruptcy proceedings?’
I could do that with one of the credit cards that has $15,000 on it and just make that phone call to multiple credit card companies.
Is there any logic to that thinking?
I feel like they would rather get something than be guaranteed nothing and from what I’m reading online, a settlement doesn’t hit your credit for as long as a BK would.
Part of me thinks it’s a great idea, or worth a try at least, and part of me feels like they would eat me alive within 15 seconds of that phone call.
Has anyone had any success trying to settle their own debts?

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• Tyler Perry's Madea's Witness Protection, HD vudu
• Walking With Dinosaurs: The Movie, HD MA (ports to MA)

HD Disney/Marvel/Star Wars Google Play Movie Codes (All Port to Movies Anywhere)

• Aladdin (2019), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Avengers: Endgame, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Beauty and the Beast (2017), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Big Hero 6, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Black Panther, HD gp (ports to MA)
• The Call of the Wild, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Captain America: The Winter Soldier, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Captain America: Civil War, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Cinderella (2015), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Coco, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Doctor Strange, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Finding Dory, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Frozen, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Frozen (Sing-Along Edition), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Good Dinosaur, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Guardians of the Galaxy, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Incredibles 2, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Inside Out, HD gp (ports to MA)
• The Lion King (2019), HD gp (ports to MA)
• The Little Mermaid (Animated), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Maleficent, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Mary Poppins (1964), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Moana, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Monsters University, HD gp (ports to MA)
• The Nightmare Before Christmas, HD gp (ports to MA), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Star Wars: The Force Awakens, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Star Wars: The Last Jedi, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Thor: The Dark World, HD gp (ports to MA), HD gp (ports to MA)
• Thor: Ragnarok, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Toy Story 4, HD gp (ports to MA)
• Zootopia, HD gp (ports to MA)

SD Movie Codes

• Hugo, SD vudu
• Rio, SD iTunes (ports to MA)
• The Vow, SD MA (ports to MA)

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I usually never post about anything to do with my mental health on the internet but i felt a strong urge to make this post. throughout the past couple months I have hit an all time low, I mean it's genuinely scary to me how depressed I've become, I would never kill myself but almost every night I go to sleep shamefully hoping that I don't wake up which breaks my heart as I've always been so grateful for my life, I mean I have a wonderful family, an awesome best friend, I'm somehow about to graduate high school after busting my ass last minute, and yet...I constantly feel empty and it's very frustrating because I know my life could be fantastic if it weren't for this rut. i mean sure I've had my fair share of heartbreak and emotional pain like everyone else but I have so many things to be grateful for that I almost feel selfish for even being depressed if that makes sense. life is truly a gift but what's the point if you're not enjoying it anymore? the anhedonia is absolutely destroying me, it's relentless. I miss enjoying everything I did with every fiber of my being, I miss playing guitar and singing my heart out and dancing but none of it seems to matter anymore. to be completely honest I feel like I've become a shell of who I used to be. the only thing that brings me any sort of joy anymore is making other people happy. the whole point of me making this post is just to say that, I know I don't know any of you but I fucking love all of you so much and i want u to know u are not alone in this and it makes me so upset to know that there are so many people on this planet every day who are feeling the exact same way I am right now. none of you deserve this, you deserve all the love and light this world has to offer. you deserve to be happy, to smile, to laugh, not this. depression is a monster, it has taken away so many people from this world. I've seen my 37 year old sister cope with this monster with a deadly combination of xanax and alcohol, I've seen the most beautiful kindest woman I know absolutely destroy her body and mind just to feel some semblance of joy again and it breaks my heart knowing there's nothing I can do. there's nothing I can do to make it better for her or for anyone else who is struggling. I wish I could take it away from all of you, I wish I could give u a magic pill that would make everything better because this isn't fair. I'm sorry for the long rant I know I'm kinda all over the place but I just felt the need to share my struggles that u can maybe relate to and just say that I love you. I just wish everyone on this beautiful planet could be happy:(