Ten years ago, I met a woman who would help me understand what it was like to really "love" someone.
I came across her profile via OkCupid and wrote a very lengthy message about all of the things I found intriguing about her. She wrote me back fairly quickly with a very warm kind of energy - she was so open. It felt...calming. It was so refreshing that we continued to message one another for a couple months before finally meeting up, despite us living in the same town the entire time.
We decided to meet at a movie theater that was near a shopping strip. It was already dark when we met, probably 8 or so. She walked up in a black sweater and a red mini skirt. She was so beautiful, I thought. My sheer naivete led me to the conclusion she simply wanted to dress cute at the time, because I thought to myself "why would she wear that in the cold"?
I asked her where she wanted to go, and she led me to her car. Of course, you can imagine where that went, but that's not the point of this story.
We texted daily, and we talked a lot. Pages and pages of text getting to know each other, expressing curiosity in what the other was doing, etc. We would also see each other constantly after our first meet.
The first time we were in a proper bedroom, I learned a lot about myself, even the concept of making love. We would go at it for 30-60 minutes nonstop, rest for a few minutes, then go again. This would repeat four of five times...every day for months. The reason I write all this is to provide context of how I felt about a person that I didn't know what possible at the time.
Imagine the perfect chemistry. Opening our hearts so freely and lovingly that we can authentically be ourselves at all times. Looking into each other's eyes in the act and be fixated on that. Being inside her, going slow, and making love at a rhythm you both match, ensuring you don't release because you want it to last longer. Talking and joking around while one of you is on top of the other. Watching a movie in the nude when you both want a break, but being too attracted to the other person that you can't finish the movie. Doing that every day until the adult life and responsibilities catch up to you both and you go to work, school, whatever.
So what's the point of all this? Well, have you ever been so attracted to someone mentally that being vulnerable with someone is like looking into their soul? That's what I think about all the time. That's the king of connection you write poems or songs about. You stare into their eyes and you see a universe...at least, that's what it feels like. Maybe it's your brain just conceptualizing something pleasurable to understand the phenomenon, but it feels like a limitless waterfall of emotion. Like sure, the sex is amazing, but it's the connection that transcends sex and that's why it stands out. I felt connected to her in such a way that I pushed physical limits I didn't know I was capable of. We couldn't get enough of each other.
As time went on, what I came to appreciate about her was the time went spent outside the bedroom. She loved to paint, visit aquariums, take walks along the beach, and so much more. We spent a lot of time being cute with each other in public - staring eyes be damned. I came to appreciate who she was. I valued every fiber of her being. Her black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, every curve of her body - it was electric. But more than that, it was her personality, how loving and carefree she was, the moments she expressed to me that she loved me. She possessed an inner peace that resonated with me. I fondly remember the quiet moments, laying on the bed together, looking at each other, and just smiling. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we laughed. But it was those times where we didn't say anything, we kind of just knew where each other's mind were.
Over the months, we grew very close. We talked about pregnancy and having a kid together. She was open to the idea - even marriage. Unfortunately, she never got pregnant. Some time later she told me she wanted to move closer to her mother, who was experiencing health issues at the time. So, she did, and that was that. Of course, it was a big blow to me, but I understood her necessity, and ensured we didn't end things on poor terms. It was important to me that she had my support in troubled times.
Ten years later, I'm just living life and enjoying the stability it brings. I have a great job, a great home, and I'm happy. But I think about that mental connection...a lot. I've gone on dates here and there, and the women are wonderful. They're incredible people. But it's been difficult to find a woman I connect with on that same level (or, perhaps, on a greater level) because we don't always seem to click after an extended length of time. Or at least, we're not in the same mindset when we're around each other. We seem to be at first, then things just kind of peter out.
Some days I think I should be happy I ever experienced those feelings at all and just sail into the sunset, but I don't want to be that cynical. There's a deep desire to provide that same kind of love for someone else, but it's been a while.
The thought of craving the presence of connection because you and the other person are on the same wavelength...there's something special about that. I hope to have that again, but I'm also thankful it ever happened at all because I don't know if I could live life without it.

My sister is a NEET like me and yet she gets men like it’s nothing. She exudes beauty and personality and that’s how she gets them. Simply stares at them and waits for men to do all the work even if he is or isnt into it himself.
Im not lucky enough to possess such personality or beauty but Im starting to get the feeling that I want a boyfriend too. I might just take the femine approach with men!
Im not ugly. I actually consider both of us to be rather cute, how else does she get boys? So if she can do it I can too! OMG>3 I’ll just stare passively and do nothing to see where that leads me from now on.
If you’re black-pilled and think I’ll get called a femcel or assaulted, i personally dont think that’ll happen. Anywhoo best of luck to me I guess! It cant go so wrong from just giving a cute boy my time.
If my big sis can do it, surely I can too!

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/Other_Salt3889
My wife is addicted to the gym and it’s ruining our marriage
Originally posted to TrueOffMyChest & survivinginfidelity
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TRIGGER WARNING: infidelity, physical violence, anger management issues, emotional manipulation
Original Post Feb 1, 2024
My wife is 30 years old and she’s always worked out and been in shape, but lately I feel like it’s becoming excessive.
She used to regularly work out at a gym when she was in college. At some point she stopped going to the gym, I think lately just due to her schedule, and preferred to work out at home or go for runs outside.
About 18 months ago she announced she was going to get back into the habit of going to the gym. She now had a job where she’s able to make more time for it. It started off normal, but slowly became more and more frequent. She signed up for classes on the weekend (both days), she started going to the gym every day, then it became the morning before work and then again later in the evening. Every single day. If she’s stressed, she goes to the gym. Experience some sort of life crisis. She immediately heads to the gym. We have an argument - runs to the gym.
She’s 4 months pregnant right now. I’m kind of surprised we even had time to make a kid. I understand that it’s safe for her to work out, especially since she was already in the habit of doing it before she got pregnant, but the intensity is not slowing down.
If she misses one of her normal gym session she becomes so irritable, like a junkie not getting her fix. It’s just bizarre. Truly a case of too much of a good thing.
Of course she gets upset when I voice that I feel it’s becoming an unhealthy obsession and that I miss spending time with her because she’s there so much. She has all of these friends and this whole circle of people there that she seems to prefer spending time with over me. Why don’t we work out together at the gym? The gym is her time, she says. This isn’t a case of me feeling insecure because she’s in great physical shape and I’m a fat slob. I work out and am in shape - my job really requires me to stay in shape so I can’t let myself go if I want to.
I genuinely feel her gym habits are unhealthy. She’s over exercising, for one. There is such a thing. But worse than that, I feel it’s becoming a way for her to escape everything else in her life. She never actually fixed anything that goes wrong in her life. She just runs off to the gym to get some sort of mood boost and then that’s it. She also never gets anything else done in a practical sense because how can she when she’s at the gym so often? It’s to the point where I have to do every chore and if food is getting made I’m going to have to do it. I don’t expect her to do all of those things, but it should at least be a shared effort.
People we know have even commented about it to me. They’ve said things about how she seems different, how she “sure is at the gym a lot,” and many of her friends and family barely see her anymore. Some have even suggested she’s having an affair with somebody there.
Please tell me that this doesn’t sound normal to you. She insists this is perfectly normal.
Update Feb 11, 2024
I posted not very long ago about my wife’s addiction to the gym. A compulsion, if you will. She spends most of her free time there. She often goes twice a day, and sometimes even 3 times if we have a fight at night and she needs to run off instead of actually talking to me.
She won’t let me go to her gym and she refuses to go to mine. Her gym is her place, my gym is my place, and that’s just the way it has to be according to her. I’d love to have her come along with me. I’ve invited her multiple times.
She’s about 18 weeks pregnant right now. This is our first baby. She worked out like crazy prior to the pregnancy and she continues to just as hard now.
I truly didn’t think she was cheating on me. People suggested it in the last thread and I laughed. You can tell she’s at the gym a lot, she’s in great shape. So she’s obviously going there. I felt really confident about the cheating issue and when I posted 9 days ago I wasn’t even considering cheating.
I’m embarrassed to admit that after reading a lot of the comments on my last post, I thought maybe I was being overly confident about her fidelity. She usually always has her phone on her, but she left it in the kitchen counter and as stupid as I felt, I decided to do a quick swipe through her texts. She had a current text conversation going on with a guy. I recognized the name. The same name of a guy from the gym she mentions a lot. She’s friends with a lot of people there, went to one of their weddings last fall. I wasn’t too terribly concerned until I started reading the texts. Never wanted to know what the guy’s dick looked like, but I know now.
She was only out of the room for literally about a minute or two, so I had to scroll fast. I was furious. I asked her what the fuck that conversation was about. She started yelling at me for looking at her phone. I told her she’s acting so weird and the gym obsession was really bothering me so I just decided to look, and was ashamed that I did, but that’s I thought I’d find nothing all. She said “it’s nothing! It’s nothing!” Didn’t look like nothing to me. She sure seemed pretty interested in this “nothing.” I wanted to know if she’s been fucking him. For how long? She kept saying no. I left the house because I was so furious, but not before I slammed her phone on the ground and shattered it. She was calling me all sorts of names for breaking her phone. She hit me on the back as hard as she could. I left. Went to my brother’s house. My brother and sister in law were shocked, although my sister in law was one of the most vocal ones about my wife’s gym obsession being weird and bringing it up to me constantly.
I went home. She was in bed crying. She obviously couldn’t call me or anyone else for that matter. She was laying it on thick, “I don’t know if you’d ever come home.” Give me a break.
I took her phone to get repaired tonight. She doesn’t deserve it but I still feel like an ass breaking her phone.
I still don’t know how deep it goes. She won’t admit to anything beyond what I saw. Was it sexting (bad enough) or more? I’m convinced it was a lot more, but she refuses to hand over her phone and is now trying to act like I’m this terrible monster who is abusing her because I broke her phone. Not my proudest moment, but I honestly wanted to body slam her after she punched me. I have never and would never actually touch her like that.
Update 2 - My wife admitted to an affair Feb 12, 2024
Not sure if posting something in my profile will be seen by anyone, but I don’t feel like making another update in a subreddit.
Today my wife asked me to stay home from work so we could “talk.” She laid in bed all day yesterday trying to get me to feel sorry for her, but I paid absolutely no attention to her and ended up leaving the house to go to my family’s Super Bowl party. I wasn’t in the mood to go but I wasn’t going to sit at home with her. It really bothered her that I left. She kept texting me things like “Who just leaves like that? When something like this is happening, who is that cold and callous that they just leave to go to a party.”
I stayed home today to talk to her. She was full of tears, she’s “so sorry.”
According to her, she really was going to the gym twice a day because she likes going there, that’s where her friends are, makes her feel good, it’s “fun” for her. She met this guy there and he started flirting with her. Everyone likes him. He’s one of the most popular guys there. I didn’t realize there were popular people at gyms.
She admitted that she flirted back but didn’t mean anything by it. She didn’t reciprocate very much at first, but he gave her “butterflies” and she just found herself flirting back without thinking. She said it felt like when she had a crush on somebody when she was in school when she was younger. They started texting. At first it was just friendly and nothing sexual for several months, but she’d feel giddy every time she got a message from him. She was really attracted to him, but told him that she was married and there could never actually be anything between them.
According to her, he kept flirting with her anyway and said “sure, we won’t cross the line.” Until they did cross the line. She said she had tried to resist it for a while, but then one day they kissed. She admitted to enjoying it but also feeling that it was wrong. She must not have felt that bad because she slept with him for the first time later that night.
She described it like falling in love with somebody for the first time. All she could think about what him. Is she in love with him? She doesn’t know.
Is this baby mine? She thinks so but there’s always a small chance it could be his. He always uses a condom so she doesn’t think it’s his baby but they were sleeping together at the time she got pregnant.
She loves me. She can’t help that there’s just this huge spark between the two of them.
She doesn’t know if she loves him. She doesn’t know if the baby is mine. She doesn’t know why she did this. She doesn’t know what she thinks we should do.
The nail in the coffin is when she said “You would really leave me if it’s not your baby would you?” She had the balls to ask me that. I told her of course I’m leaving her and I wouldn’t raise another man’s child. She seemed shocked. She said “really? With everything we have and all our history, you wouldn’t even consider it?” She can’t be serious. I told her no I would never consider it.
She agreed to get a DNA test. She tearfully agreed, like I’m supposed to feel sorry for her about it?
I don’t know who this woman is. She was crying the whole time, but not tears of an ashamed or sorry person. They were tears for herself and meant to try to make me feel bad. Feel bad for what? That her heart is apparently so torn?
RELEVANT COMMENTS/ADDITIONAL INFO
OOP

She’s ruined my life, but I just feel numb right now. I barely feel anything at the moment.
It would have been bad enough for her to have an affair and cheat on me. But she couldn’t have stopped when she found out she was pregnant? At least I could have walked away if it wasn’t for this pregnancy. Maybe a still can, but I won’t know for sure until I get some test results. She’s almost positive the baby is mine. Im stuck dealing with her forever then. My child will grow up with divorced parents. Their mom will be the gym bike. Maybe she’ll even take off to live near her family and take my kid with her. Oh but then she couldn’t be near the guy who gives her butterflies and fucks her in gym changing rooms. The thrill, the excitement, how can I even blame her?
She’s ruined fatherhood for me, whether this is my kid or not. If by some chance this isn’t my baby and I’m able to completely break free, how will I not think of this one day when I start a family? I was so fucking happy to have this baby with her. I was really excited, even though we hadn’t planned for it right now. We have names picked out. I’ve been there for everything and now she does this to me. Not only me, but this poor kid regardless of who their father is.

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OOP

She’s saying “I’ll never go back to the gym again. I’ll never talk to him again.” But she can’t say whether she’s in love with him or not? What kind of idiot does she think I am?

TTIsurvivors

She still thinks there is hope to save your relationship? Jesus Christ.

OOP

Yeah, I believe she still thinks there’s a chance I’ll agree to raise another man’s child with her. She doesn’t take me seriously when I say there’s no way I’d do that. She is dependent on me. She probably wouldn’t leave me if I knocked somebody else up and wanted her to play mommy. I know that sounds terrible and it’s nothing I’d ever do but I feel like she’d be mad and she’d go screw somebody else to get back at me but she probably would be too scared to actually leave me. I don’t feel the same way about leaving her. I’m sad to leave her. I don’t want this to be our reality. I can’t even say that I completely hate her yet. But I won’t raise another man’s child. If she feels so strongly about that guy and he’s so wonderful, go get together with him then and leave everyone else alone.

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She was practically on her knees yesterday saying “I won’t go back to the gym. I won’t ever contact him again.” I feel like that doesn’t really mesh with the fact that she doesn’t even know if she’s in love with him or not. She obviously still has very strong feelings for him, which are probably coming more from between her legs than her actual heart but doesn’t really matter either way to me.
I think despite anything to do with him, she’s dependent on me in a way. For stability, maybe. Just out of comfort, maybe. We’ve been together since she was 20 years old, so I’m just this familiar person I guess. She has her gym friends out here but other than that she has no family or friends out here. She makes pretty good money, but I make more and all of our benefits are through me. Even with her good salary, it would be difficult to survive on her own as a single mom here with all of the daily living expenses, or at least live anywhere near the level she wants to live at.

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Today is the day she was crying all night about how she’s ruined her life. She seemed genuine, like reality is hitting her, but I didn’t pay any attention to her at all. I just pretended she wasn’t there.
I did ask her if she’ll get blood drawn for a paternity test. I asked her to please not hurt me further by keeping me in limbo about that for months. She said she doesn’t want to.

OOP on if he got a lawyer and if he ever met the AP

I’m meeting with a lawyer next week and will see what they advise.
How can she parade me around when I’ve never been allowed to go to her gym? I’ve met two of the people, a slightly older married couple.
Yes, I met the AP. Last summer he called her because he was drunk at a bar and couldn’t drive home, so he called her to come get him. I didn’t think it was a good idea for her to go pick somebody up late at night, so I went with her.
I want her out of the house but I don’t necessarily want her to fly back home to where she’s from just yet. If this is my kid and she gives birth out here I’ll be in a much better position. If she leaves and goes home to her parents, she could very well be allowed to stay there and that would be considered the baby’s place of residence.
She missed a few days of work, but she has gone to work since all of this happened. She was having a meltdown this morning and I left for work. She told me had to go in late today and when she got there everybody was making her food and tea and stuff. She obviously didn’t tell them what really happened.

How long the affair was happening

She claims they’ve been sleeping together since the summer. Thats just what she claims, of course.

My wife is moving in with her AP, they’re “in love” Feb 22, 2024
My life has been reduced to a trashy daytime talk show.
The woman who was once my wife, who I considered a classy woman, has turned into complete trailer trash.
Today she announced that she’s moving in with her affair partner from the gym. She’s pregnant, might be his kid, might be mine. She’s too embarrassed to go get blood drawn for a paternity test.
She spent about a week trying to get my attention, to get me to talk to her, to get me to beg her to be mine. I didn’t fall for any of it. I’ve largely been ignoring her and when we have to speak I keep it very brief. We’ve been living together this whole time, but I’m in a different room now and functioning separate from her in all ways.
So, her pouting and trying to get me to pay attention to her and give her a gold star for not going to the gym for 5 days in a row didn’t work. Today she texted me to say she is moving in with him.
Somehow I still care about this person. I’ve already met with a lawyer though. I can care about her as a human being and possible mother of my child without being married to her. Still, it stung to hear her say she was going to be with him. I told her it wasn’t a smart move to leave the house. I’ve even told her she should probably meet with a lawyer. She doesn’t care about anything I have to say. I don’t think she needs to move in with anybody. I actually feel bad for her that she can’t just be on her own.
I asked her if he actually knew she was pregnant and wanted to know what story she’s been telling him this whole time. She said he knows and he doesn’t care if it’s my baby, he loves her and wants to be with her. Bizarre. You can’t find anyone else? Somebody who isn’t a married, pregnant woman? Why would you take that on? Doesn’t make sense to me. He’s scum but he’s good looking scum who apparently is gainfully employed and owns his own home, so you can’t tell me that my married, pregnant wife is your only option here. I just can’t imagine being a single guy like that and wanting to put up with this baggage when I could have other options.
And if this really is my baby then what? They’ll live with my wife and this weasel 50% of the time?
I don’t know how my life turned into this mess. And she thinks it’s embarrassing to have to go get blood drawn?!?!
My wife has agreed to a paternity test Feb 29, 2024
My wife moved in with her AP last weekend. She didn’t take very much at all. Most of her stuff is still in our house. I still get the feeling she was just waiting for me to beg her to come home, but I didn’t reach out to her at all after she left.
It was a strange mixture of relief, anger, and sadness. I don’t think I ate at all until last night. Just never felt hungry. Drank a little too much. But I’m fine.
I’m posting this update because I’ve received a ton of messages from people and honestly it’s emotionally draining to respond to each one and to have to type the same stuff out. I just don’t feel like talking about her that much.
So this morning she texted me to say her AP wants to get a DNA test done, so she’s going to do it. Look at that, didn’t matter when I wanted one but now that he has requested it she suddenly thinks it’s a great idea. She asked if I wanted to submit a sample because it’ll be cheaper to have 2 dads tested as part of one package. I don’t even care about the cost at this point, I just want an answer.
I don’t have to see or interact with them at all. I just have to make my own appointment with the lab to get my cheek swabbed. So this Saturday I’m going to do that and we should have the results within a week.
I’ll take what I can get at this point because it’s better than her dragging this out for another 20 weeks.
So that’s it. I’m fine. I’m going to work every day. Trying to function. Just feel stuck in limbo. I miss her. Honestly, I hate that she’s there with him. It makes me sick. Part of me does want to beg her to come home. It’ll be even worse if I find out that it’s my baby and she’s there with him. Unless he drops her at that news. I won’t let myself beg her. I won’t play any of those games with her.
RELEVANT COMMENTS/UPDATES
March 8, 2024
TTIsurvivors

Have you gotten the paternity test results?

OOP

At 11:00 this morning I got the news that I’m the father. I feel incredibly conflicted right now.

jacobe_bryant8

Is she asking to come back home? Or is she still planning on staying with the other guy? Regardless this is a rough situation I’m sorry for you bro.

OOP

We haven’t talked.

jacobe_bryant8

Understandable but I think that you should try and set up a meeting with her somewhere public to discuss the pregnancy and the future in general with her. Whether or not your marriage is going to end the kid is still going to be a big part of your lives so it would be best to see where both of you stand in that regard. Also I recall you saying earlier that you think that your wife would listen to what her affair partner would say to her (or something similar to that) so now that it’s not his kid I would be concerned about him pressuring her into getting a abortion. So I think you really should talk to your wife about your unborn child and whatnot.

OOP

We definitely need to talk, but I got the news in the middle of a work day so I wasn’t in the mood to have a full blown conversation with her. I think I need to sort of wrap my head around the reality of it all before I say too much to her anyway.

And update on my wife’s affair and pregnancy March 15, 2024
My wife has been having an affair with a guy she met at the gym for at least nearly a year. She’s around 22 weeks pregnant right now. She was somewhere around 17 weeks when I discovered she was cheating. She maintained that she was positive I was the father, but then refused to get a paternity test done to ease my mind.
We recently had a paternity test done (at the request of her affair partner) and it proves the baby is mine. It’s been very mixed emotions for me, very up and down. Originally I thought I just wanted to be completely done with her and not have any lifelong ties in the form of a full blown human being we shared, but I was sort of happy or relieved when I got the results. I’d already had it in my mind that I was going to be a father for months before I found out she was cheating. Sometimes I just have moments where I can’t believe this is my life, that this is the situation that my kid will be born into and I hate her for it.
She’s still living with him. All of her belongings are still here in our house. I refuse to do the work of packing everything up for her. She doesn’t seem concerned about taking any her things, beyond the essentials.
After we got the news that I’m the baby’s father, she texted me to say she’s glad I’m the father and that she knows I’ll be a great dad. She was texting me new baby name ideas last night. She’s tried calling but I ignore the calls. I only speak with her via text. This morning she asked if she could come by and get a few things. I told her it was fine, as I’ve been advised by my lawyer to not prevent her entry from the home, but I told her that he better not be with her.
So who shows up with her? The scumbag boyfriend. He walks right on into the house behind her like it’s no big deal. She ran upstairs to get the stuff she wanted and he and I were just left standing there in the living room. He told me it wasn’t her fault that he was there. She told him I didn’t want come but he forced his way along. He wanted to talk to me, supposedly, to tell me he “understand how I must be feeling.” No, you don’t know. He told me he knows I probably don’t believe him, but he genuinely loves her and knew he probably wasn’t the father. He accepts it and then tried to assure me he won’t try to take my place with the baby and hopes we can just get along since we’re both going to be in her life now. He “promises” that she’s fine, he’s looking after her. I told him that I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what he wanted with a pregnant woman who is having another man’s child, that I found it weird. Then I told him if he didn’t get out of my house I’d punch him. I went upstairs and she was trying to find somebody things in the bathroom. I got mad, asked her why she brought him along, and told her I find it really strange that he still wants to be with her now that he knows he has nothing to do with this baby - and that I refuse to let him have anything to do with my child. She said he talked her into coming and she’s sorry and never meant for any of this to happen but she’s in love with him now. He is supposedly what 30 year old her is looking for, not me. She’s setting up a nursery in his house and I can set one up at my house and she has no intention of trying to get full custody or anything like that. She doesn’t want to keep me from being involved in my child’s life. How generous of her.
She went back downstairs and I followed her and he was still standing there in the living room and I just walked up to him and punched him. He stumped back and fall into a table. She yelled “What the fuck?!” and ran over to him. I don’t even care at this point. As if he’s going to call the cops? He deserved it and it wouldn’t have happened had he just left like I told him to.
Several hours later she texted me to say she was sorry about today. He really meant what he said and he’s actually a good guy and he cares about her and he respect me. Wtf? He respects me?! He was screwing my wife in the gym locker room! I was like you can’t be serious. She said “Fine! I’m trying to have a mature conversation about this. I can’t help that we fell in love. Believe it or not, I’m not trying to hurt you and I want everything to be amicable.”
This guy stole my wife and he’s stealing my kid too. Sure I’m the actual father but now they’re setting up a nursery together in his house? I’ve tried to not feel jealous or sad. I’ve tried to maintain the thought that he’s the trash man who picked up my garbage. Sometimes I feel that way, but the truth is that I loved her, and still love her. I don’t want to stay married to her on principle alone, but this is devastating to me.
Another installment of the implosion which is my marriage Apr 10, 2024
My wife? is basically 26 weeks pregnant now.
There actually hasn’t been much drama with her and her AP. I was away for a long weekend last week and it was nice to just get away from home for a while.
Only really annoying thing that’s happened is that I told her I’m being in the delivery room, not him. After everything she’s done, she owes me that. It’s not his baby. He has no right or reason to be there. I will not be the one waiting outside when my kid is being born.
She said yeah she agreed and she never planned to have him in there with her. I asked her if she’d told him that and she said no. I told her to tell him he’ll have no part in it. Well she told him and apparently he didn’t like that and he started trying to convince her why he should be there. Next thing I know she’s telling me that he really wants to be there and she’s the one giving birth so she should be able to say who she wants there and she wants him there. I suppose he’ll start making name suggestions soon and will try to overrule names we’ve had picked out for our future kids for years.
We’ve talked a little bit and she told me I can have our house and the dog in our divorce. I’m requesting that we sell the house and split the profit. I already that written in the paperwork. I’m not buying her out of our house - a house that I’ve made all the payments on anyway. I have a much better credit score than her and less debt. I compromised a lot because she liked this house. I’d rather be able to get my own place based just on what I want and with no reminders of her. And there was already no way she was getting the dog. I already had proof that I “owned” him though so she wouldn’t really stand a chance of having a court award the dog to her. It’s the one thing I told my lawyer I wanted above everything else (not including any custody issues surrounding my actual human child). Honestly, her AP can have her, but he will never ever have my dog. Not to mention my dog is 100 times more loyal than my wife and some might even say better looking too.
So with the idea I won’t be living here in this house for much longer after the baby is born (if everything moves quickly), I decided I will still prepare a nursery here anyway in case anyone wants to try to accuse me of not being invested/prepared for fatherhood. I’m trying to look at the positives. It doesn’t matter what colors she likes or what themes. I can do whatever I want. Honestly, we’ve been together for so long and have lived together for most of our adult lives. It sort of nice not living with somebody but sort of lonely too. I have friends and family, but it’s hard to feel in the mood to go out or hang out with people too often. They always ask me about everything that’s going on and it’s just like I’m tired of that being the topic of conversation.
I got a promotion at work, which financially would have been better had it happened after the divorce, but I’ll take what I can get.
I feel like I’m living in this limbo right now and a lot of what I do is always framed around “how will this affect me in the divorce?”
Admittedly I spy on them on social media sometimes. Guess I’m hoping to see he’s been in a motorcycle accident or something now that the weather is nicer. Hasn’t happened yet, but he’s starting a new company and once that’s up and running I can always get all my friends and family to leave 1 star reviews everywhere. Have to find ways to have a little fun.
Sorry that I don’t respond to a lot of messages or comments. Sometimes I just take big breaks from looking at Reddit since it can be depressing af.
Editing to add something I forgot. She told her family that we’ve split up and that she’s with this other guy now. Her sister reached out to me to say how sorry she was, her sister is a dumbass, that sort of thing. She told me that my wife was complaining about her AP. She the sex is over when he’s done and apparently he’s really selfish with sex. He doesn’t do extra little things for her that she’s used to me doing, like clearing the snow off her car in the morning and heating it up or offering to make her food after a long day. He doesn’t speak her “love language” and he hangs out with his friends too much. This made me so happy to hear. She’s secretly miserable and I find that absolutely delightful.

NEW UPDATE

I’m still alive May 19, 2024
I’m still alive. I’m mainly posting here because several people have reached out to me and were concerned that I’d taken my own life. No, I’m not on the brink of ending my life. I think I’m doing better than I have since all of this started.
Around the time of my last post, my story blew up and I was getting messages from people who saw it on TikTok and YouTube. I had to take a step back because it was a little overwhelming. I have over 100 unread messages here. I appreciate it but it was a little uncomfortable at the time, and I got to the point where I didn’t really want to talk about the situation with my wife and her AP anymore.
So as of today, our baby is due in less than 10 weeks. We’re in the home stretch now. I don’t feel prepared at all. All of this other stuff has just been so distracting.
I started working on a nursery. It’s not done yet, but I have the floor finished and the walls painted. My ex-wife was impressed with the color scheme and furniture I chose. She’s not legally my ex-wife yet but I’ve started calling her that. It sort of makes it easier.
I also packed up a bunch of her stuff. Originally I refused to spend my time packing up her things, but eventually just said screw it and started packing it. I’m at the point where it’ll just be easier to not see all of her stuff around here. Why did I leave it for so long?
She came over to get some of the boxes I packed up. She came alone. Things were fine between us. I loaded the stuff into her car. We didn’t argue. At one point she started to tear up and said she fucked up. I said yeah she did, but there’s no point talking about it now. She shit all over our marriage. She has her muscle bound asshole to go home to now anyway so who cares. She said “I know, but it’s not the same.” I told her nothing has been the same since she decided to fuck him the first time.
Supposedly he’s going to “let” me be in the delivery room when my baby is born. I didn’t even argue it when she said it like that, but inside I was boiling at the idea of him letting me be there for the birth of my child. She says she talked to him and he agreed it wouldn’t really be right to not allow me to be there. I’m going to take what I can get if it means being there for the birth of my child. I’m going to try to just ignore him for the time being. She was acting all sweet and laying on all of the “I really want you there. I really need you there” stuff and I know mentally I’m not in a place to be that cold to her when she starts acting that way. I’m trying to be indifferent more than anything else but it’s so hard when she’s actually around and starts looking at me a certain way and making me feel bad. She invited me over to see the nursery they have set up at his house. I’m not sure I can bring myself to go into another man’s house and look at the nursery set up for my kid.
I did ask her if she was truly safe there though. I don’t know why, it’s just been bothering me. As pissed as I still am, I don’t want to find out he’s mistreating her and I definitely don’t want my kid to be going into an unsafe household. I haven’t told her about anything her sister has told me. They probably won’t last but as of right now there’s a very good chance my newborn baby will be going home to his house. It kills me to think about. It’s almost soul destroying to think about if I dwell on it too long.
She says she’s fine. He genuinely loves her. He’s great with kids. He accepts that she’s having a baby and that this is part of the package. She insists it’s not weird because she wasn’t pregnant when anything started between them.
I asked her why she did it…why did she ever let anything start between them in the first place. She said “I don’t know.” Then went into “I don’t want to talk about this” mode and left pretty soon after. Typical behavior from her - just run away.
Overall I’m doing ok. I’m not sitting here depressed and drinking a bottle of scotch every night anymore. I mean on occasion, but for the most part no. I feel more used to my new normal now, and that’ll all change yet again pretty soon.
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So my mom and little sister took a road trip to visit me this week. My uncle and cousins live about 2 hours away in the same state and my cousins just graduated so my mom was driving out there to visit them this weekend and really wanted me to come. Uncle and cousins also really wanted to see me and the baby. I’m struggling with PPA pretty bad and pretty much am only really comfortable at home with my baby. He also won’t get his vaccines until next week but I decided to go with them. Got nauseous on the drive out here I was so anxious, and then we got there and I went straight to a room to feed and change the baby, when I came back out I went and said hi to my uncle and immediately he reached and wiped my babies eye with his finger because he had a clogged tear duct and it goops up a lot. I did not like that but was too anxious to say anything about it then he asked to hold him and I gave him hand sanitizer and was super anxious while he was holding him. When I finally got him back I went and sat down somewhere and all kinds of people I don’t know kept coming up and reaching to touch his face saying how cute he is and I was still so frozen with anxiety I just couldn’t speak up. I took him back to the room to feed him again and wiped his whole face down with a baby wipe, fed him, and went back out, hanging out on the couch. My baby cousin who’s almost 2 years old then started showing curiosity in the baby and I let her look at him and was interacting with her reminding her to be gentle and she touched his face a few times. I was so uncomfortable but couldn’t find the words to speak up “I know it’s simple “no” and “please don’t touch him” is all I had to say to these people but nobody asked. Everyone just touched and I’m not just going to slap their hand away. I once again took baby to the room and wiped his face down after that I held him against my chest so his face was mostly on me facing away from anyone that came near him…. They were trying to convince me to spend the night but I didn’t want to do now we are making the 2 hour drive back in the rain and I have this pit in my stomach and I feel nauseous and I’m just so ashamed of myself for not protecting my baby. Nobody was visibly sick but that’s the most people he’s ever been around at once and I’ve been religious about handwashing and sanitizing up to that point. I feel like I let myself and my baby down.

I fell in love with this girl 4 years ago. Maybe 5 by now. Anyway met her on Facebook. I fell in love with that gorgeous face and the smile that lights up the room. I looked at her photos almost daily liked a few. She hit me up. Said are you ever going to talk to me or just like all my photos. Perfect! We began to chat. We met in person a couple mo t h s later. Had a date scheduled for skating. Never made it. We found the closet hotel and Locked it in.. that should said so.ething right there but hey it was mutual. We had been dying to actually meet. Turned out to be a horrible day for me. On our first date, on Father's day to boot. I get a call fro. My mom explaining my sister had been hit by a drunk driver just 2 hours ago. The date was over. I couldn't cry in the restaurant full of people In front of my new date. I went out side snd got some of it out. We retired back to our room and tried for another session. I was forcing g it and it it just got weird. So we called it a night and both went back to our homes. We end up moving in together and getting engaged. We had a cute little home with a gorgeous yard. We had a pear tree and grape vines, raspberry bushes and it was just heaven. I was so I love with her and everything u folded beautifully. It didn't take long before we had both relapsed and were getting high after years of sobriety. Me first. I was methin around and she couldn't due to legal issues. As soon as her issues were over we were getting high together and it's was fun. Hot passionate drug fueled sex and endless nights of fun. She soon started doing her drug off choice. It's a darker animal than what I was taiming. She tried to hide it from me but it was clear. She fell asleep one night while sjcking me off. I woke her up and asked if she was dabbling in old habits and she admitted to it. Almost over night she became super shady. Secretive and combative. Sneaking out and started talking to other guy friends. I knew immediately she was cheating. I had a security system in place on our home and as soon as I became suspicious I made modifications to watch her during the day while I was working. I never made it clear I was watching. The camera was never pointed at her. But I could hear everything. It's was a hot spot was soon as I left for work. So.etimes within 5 min of leaving I hear the begging of a takeout fuck session. I could believe it. I refused. For months I listened in on her having sex with dozens of men. Some times 2 or 3 at a time. I loved her and was in denial of what I was hearing. It drove me mad. I became more suspicious and paranoid. She became meaner and louder about it. I remember I was on a roof top listening in one day this man was raping her. It sounded violent and like she needed help now. I raced home as fast as my car would take me.. breaking every traffic law made. Stopped in the middle.of a busy one way street and lept over our back fence. I race into the house ready to go ape shit on someone and she sitting calmly at her vanity with a smile.on her face. She tortured me for years. 3 years I put up.with this shit. She started recording her outings with her cell phone. Leaving me even more audio to stew on. I lost my shit. Couldn't work, I was afraid if I left the house someone was gonna fuck my gitl.i was using too mush shit and not sleeping but one or two nights a.week. it was all so unhealthy. I had to move out. So I did. But kept listening in..she quickly lost our home and is now living in her parents basement. I k.oved in with clients of mine that I became good friends with. Iv heard so many men fuck my girl it's disgusting. I hate myself for the torture I endured for so long. Only to end up alone in the end anyway. I was really praying shed co.edown one day and realize what she was losing. She dosnt care. Iv heard her videos where she's clearly at truck stops ad hustling truckers. Suckin dick for dollars. I believe they call.that a lot lizzard. Lol. Iv heard her reciever money ad give thanks at the end of sessions and some of the vile shit these strangers were doing to my beautiful soon to be wife. Omg the pain.. she would lie and lie. Tell everyone.we know how crazy I was and how.i was accusing her of all these disgusting things. She drive a wedge between her family and I. Our friends were now questioning.my sanity. Well shit, so was I. She .are promise after promise and broke them all. She is angry and bitter and dosnt even look anything like the woman I had loved. Not even close. She looks fat and old tired and bitter. She just scowls and spews negativity all around her. I have a new set of complexes and some serious trust issues now. I'm kinda socially awkward and I never was before. I still cry for her. The sounds of eieng raped or sobbing in the shower haunt my dreams. I love her so much but she made sure that I hate her even more. She is the devil. Ugly mean and ruthless. Sold her soul for heroin along with her body and mind. I miss her and hopes that she dies at the same time. I worshiped her. Bought her gifts almost daily. Treated her like a queen. From that to planning her demise in only a few months. Any way that's my shortened version of why I left my fiance. Because she's a fat disgusting cum guzzling Crack whore. That's why

so i’ve been staying with my sister for like a week now with my 2mo just because her boyfriend works nights and im a single mom who is lonely lol. anyways my nephew has been my pumping buddy: bringing me my water, handing me my other bottle while im nursing my baby on one tit and pumping the other, pushing my pump buttons, ect.
today, when i put my pump parts on the couch to get ready to pump in ten minutes he handed me both bottles and waiting patiently for me to put one on before handing me the other and then attached the tubes for me, and then turned it on! the only downside was that my spectra was still set at LEVEL TEN!!!! i shit you not, my nipples came off my body. other than that, it was so cute and sweet. he’ll be 2 in july (he’s 22 months now) he’s is soo smart!!

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In 199X, Japan was rocked by strange incidents.
Recently, mysterious and unexplainable incidents have taken place that have rocked the country. In high schools all over, students have been mysteriously disappearing with no clue as to their whereabouts. Furthermore, it appeared that these unspeakable acts were occurring in direct defiance of the school system. These disappearances were taking place in many different locations simultaneously, and many thought that they were being staged by an organized crime ring.
It was also rumored throughout the world that these acts were being plotted by either school officials or agents of a rogue foreign government.
Taiyo High School Gorin High School Pacific High School Gedo High School Justice High School

Batsu Ichimonji

"The Hot-Blooded Transfer Student"

Profile	-
Sex:	Male
Birthday:	January 1
Blood Type:	O
Height:	171 cm
Weight:	64 kg
B-W-H:	95-72-80 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Batsu lives with his mother, Shizuku
Likes:	Straight things, ninja, his mother
Dislikes:	Dogs (he was bitten by a dog when he was little and though he can't remember it, the trauma fuels his dislike), crooked things, unfair things
Special Talent:	Eating fast
Best Subject:	Physical education
Worst Subject:	Anything else
Club:	He has not joined any club yet.
Part-Time Job:	A part-time job is prohibited at Taiyou, but before he sold newspapers and milk in order to help out his mother.

Personality: Impulsive, foul-mouthed, and belligerent, but at heart, he's got a strong sense of justice. Batsu has a tender side and a kind heart that shows when he takes care of his mother. But, because of his tendency to be forward and rough, Batsu is often misunderstood.
Story: Batsu's mother Shizuku, who raised him alone since he was a small child, suddenly vanished from her job at Taiyou. Batsu entered Taiyou in hopes of finding his missing mother. While investigating, Batsu learned of a mysterious new school called Justice High. With high hopes and a powerful spirit, Batsu enters the fight.
Short Story: A Day of Youth, The Warmth of a Mother

Hinata Wakaba

"Stormy Highschool Girl"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	April 12
Blood Type:	O
Height:	155 cm
Weight:	41 kg
B-W-H:	78-56-78 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Hinata lives with both her parents and an older sister Asaka, a college student.
Likes:	Cake, rare things, hand-to-hand fighting techniques
Dislikes:	Dirty things, bugs
Special Talent:	Moving her body, karaoke
Best Subject:	Social studies, Japanese, physical education
Worst Subject:	Calligraphy (she can't stay still)
Club:	She doesn't belong to one officially, but many people ask for her help in the clubs
Part-Time Job:	None (school rules prohibit it)

Personality: She's smart and excels in all sports. Her winning spirit makes her a bit of a smart-aleck, and curiosity makes her a lively, cheerful, modern schoolgirl. Her hand-to-hand techniques possess the heavenly talent and an excellent fighting sense. Through training via a correspondence course, her skill is at the level of those competing in national tournaments. Because she just can't keep still, she goes running around off campus after school. She loves cake and always eats it on the way home from school.
Story: The rundown of her alma mater Taiyou High is an important thing, and she wanted other students to fight with her, but no one would follow her. Then Batsu came to move into the downtrodden place. Since they both have mutual purposes, they seem to be set to go out together, however, in a moment, Batsu refuses Hinata's offer to work with him. But since Hinata just can't keep still, she goes along with Batsu against his will.
Short Story: Tiny Cake Heart

Kyosuke Kagami

"The Mysterious Public Man"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	April 4
Blood Type:	B
Height:	182 cm
Weight:	66 kg
B-W-H:	95-75-79 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Kyosuke lives alone in a luxury apartment near a college
Likes:	Chess, Shougi, Mirrors (he looks at one for about 30 minutes each day)
Dislikes:	Sweat, hard work
Special Talent:	Calligraphy, flower arrangement
Best Subject:	Math, Science
Worst Subject:	Nothing particular
Club:	Member of the moral committee
Part-Time Job:	None (school rules prohibit it)

Personality: The opposite of Batsu. Cool and calculating. He almost never shows his emotions and each pose and appearance he takes stands out with his coolness. He doesn't show it on the outside, but inside he holds a strong sense of justice. After a pose, he makes it a habit to touch his glasses with his right hand.
Story: Wherever there's information to find on Batsu's mother, Kyosuke and Batsu fight together in search of information. But it looks like Kyosuke has an important secret that he can't tell Batsu…
Short Story: Kyosuke's Morals Diary

Shoma Sawamura

"Explosive Slugger"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	October 10
Blood Type:	O
Height:	162 cm
Weight:	57 kg
B-W-H:	92-78-80 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Shoma lives with both his parents, his brother Shuuichi (3rd yeasenior at Gorin), and his (paternal) grandfather; Shoma's father sent Shuuichi to train at Yakyuu (Baseball) Sparta (apparently a rigid baseball camp)
Likes:	Pro baseball, baseball video games
Dislikes:	Big and strong people, basketball, volleyball
Special Talent:	Baseball (Big surprise, isn't it?)
Best Subject:	Physical education
Worst Subject:	Music, English
Club:	Baseball club
Part-Time Job:	No time for that!

Personality: Has a quick temper and hates to lose. Has a strong sense of justice, but because he's so impulsive, he's always at a loss for what he tries to do. Because he causes wild fights during games, he's established himself as a regular member of the club by no particular means necessary. He's extremely self-conscious about his height; he always fights with Natsu, who is tall, and tries to make a fool of him. He throws the fight right back at her, but she always turns it around. It turns out Natsu was an old friend from childhood, and now that she's growing up and becoming more of a woman, her casual, less combative actions have caused a lot of tension...
Story: His older brother, an ace pitcher from the same school, Shuuichi, was attacked by someone. To clear his brother's humiliation of being cut off from turning pro, to find out the truth, and for revenge, Shoma goes to raid other schools.
Short Story: A Youth of Pursuing Baseball

Natsu Ayuhara

"Powerful Attacker"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	February 14
Blood Type:	B
Height:	182 cm
Weight:	?? kg
B-W-H:	92-59-83 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Natsu lives with both her parents and an older brother, Shun (a first-year college student); Natsu's father is a former national superintendent.
Likes:	Cake, Effortful people
Dislikes:	People that bully the weak, liars, little bugs
Special Talent:	Cooking, making sweets
Best Subject:	Home economics, physical education, Japanese, English
Worst Subject:	Art
Club:	Volleyball club
Part-Time Job:	None

Personality: Natsu is a smart, outspoken "big sister" type with a winning spirit. With her sharp-edged personality, she hates people that bully the weak, lies, and insects. She's tall, and her strong-minded, "mannish" personality just might be the ruin of her. Every day, her shoebox becomes more and more full of love letters from other girls. On the other hand, since she scares away all the guys at school, Natsu's grateful to know a guy who doesn't hesitate to fight with her every day like Shoma. Although her boyish qualities stand out, she also has a cute side that yearns for romance and a womanly side that shows that she is an excellent cook.
Story: At Gorin High, each club's highest-ranking member was attacked in a series of coinciding events. Natsu and two others that go to the same school as she, Shoma and Roberto, got together and discussed it all, then set out as a team of three to find the cause of their investigation.
Short Story: Spiking Towards Tomorrow

Roberto Miura

"Genius (Goal)Keeper"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	November 16
Blood Type:	A
Height:	177 cm
Weight:	73 kg
B-W-H:	101-82-88 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lives with his parents and two younger brothers (twins named Nelson and Elton, both third-year elementary school students (3rd grade))
Likes:	Soccer and everything related to it, guns
Dislikes:	Gloomy things
Special Talent:	Quickly firing a gun (He has never fired a gun with real bullets)
Best Subject:	English, physical education
Worst Subject:	Japanese, math
Club:	Soccer Club
Part-Time Job:	None

Personality: A student that's quarter-Brazilian (his nationality is Japanese, however.) His Brazilian blood brings a cool and shy side to him. He's awfully quiet and a loner, but when he sees needy people at a shelter, he can't leave them alone. Of Gorin's team of three, he plays an inside role of watching over the other two. Every time the other two argue, Roberto makes it a daily routine to turn around and shrug his shoulders. He's usually cool, but when he gets in a soccer match, he becomes one hot-blooded jerk. If he's making the deciding shot, he puts his whole body into it, expressing the joy that's sure to follow.
Story: Natsu and Shoma's uneasy combination is on the hunt for criminals. However, so the two don't run around wildly, he looks over them. He is worried that this action might hinder his chances of becoming a professional soccer player.
Short Story: The Sun Visor of Promise

Roy Bromwell

"Strong-Armed American"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	May 2
Blood Type:	B
Height:	181 cm
Weight:	85 kg
B-W-H:	122-82-88 (cm)
Nationality:	U.S.A.
Home Life:	Lives alone in his father's holiday villa (at home in America, he lives with both his parents and has two older sisters)
Likes:	Fashion, high-class brands
Dislikes:	Japan, Japanese people, cowardly, foul things
Special Talent:	Arm wrestling (Boman is a good rival)
Best Subject:	Anything
Worst Subject:	Nothing
Club:	Football
Part-Time Job:	No need to work, his family is wealthy

Personality: As the star quarterback of an unbeatable American football team, he's the guy all the students want to be. Though he's capricious, and just a little less than serious. To make matters worse, he tries more than anyone else to look sharp. Though, if one looks through all of that, one will find a really frank and basic side to him that really hates cowardice. Because he was repeatedly told about how his grandfather lost his leg in the Pacific War (World War II) when he was little, Roy despises most things Japanese.
Story: Because his father is working to make Roy become a diplomat, he makes Roy transfer to Japan at Pacific High School unwillingly. However, Roy has yet to like being in Japan, and from his uneasy placement there, he gets a request from his father to check out the disturbing goings-on at Justice High.
Short Story: Top Ten Japan Dislikes!

Tiffany Lords

"Sexy Cheerleader"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	December 23
Blood Type:	B
Height:	164 cm
Weight:	?? kg
B-W-H:	93-56-86 (cm)
Nationality:	U.S.A.
Home Life:	Lives alone in the Pacific High dorms (Because she has a lot of money, it's a single, plush room complete with air conditioning, a heating system, and catered meals)
Likes:	Roy, dancing, her family, ice cream
Dislikes:	Nattou (fermented soybeans)
Special Talent:	Exciting displays of affection (I wouldn't call -that- a special talent...)
Best Subject:	Music, physical education
Worst Subject:	Japanese
Club:	Cheerleader
Part-Time Job:	Tiffany has the looks, and her family has the money. She has no desire to work, and probably never will.

Personality: She's proud that everyone recognizes her beautiful face. A cheerful and bubbly (bubble-headed) "American funky girl". Her present interests are fashion and love, and she doesn't miss the chance to go to the dance club on weekends. Because she is always in a haze and playing around, she doesn't have thoughts of the future in her head at all. On a more positive side, she has a cute side that misses her parents in America, who never miss the chance to send her presents or call her on the phone. Before they were sent overseas, Roy and Tiffany went to the same school; since she has come to Japan, she fell deeply in love with him. She recalls something bothering Roy, who usually isn't easily disturbed.
Story: Tiffany joined Roy in the investigation of Justice High Roy's father ordered, in hopes that Roy will somehow turn around (to face her).
Short Story: Tiffany's Day Out ♥

Boman Delgado

"The Fighting Clergyman"

Profile	-
Sex:	Male
Birthday:	July 30
Blood Type:	A
Height:	200 cm
Weight:	101 kg
B-W-H:	138-90-95 (cm)
Nationality:	U.S.A.
Home Life:	Lives alone in the Pacific dorms (he doesn't particularly have a lot of money, so it's a four-man room)
Likes:	Praying
Dislikes:	Violence
Special Talent:	Cooking
Best Subject:	Theology, Philosophy
Worst Subject:	Math, Science
Club:	Chorus
Part-Time Job:	Volunteers at church on Sunday

Personality: Acts like a true adult; gentle. A devout Christian who never misses mass on Sunday. He is well aware of how big and strong he is; he often warns himself silently of this fact. To clear his mind, after a fight, he just can't avoid Boman asking God for forgiveness. He fights the way he believes and never neglects to take his pendant into his closed hands and move into a thankful pose towards God.
Story: As Roy and Tiffany go to investigate Justice High, Boman joins in to watch over those two.
Short Story: Boman's Beautiful Sunday

Eiji "Edge" Yamada

"The Bloody Knife"

Profile	-
Sex:	Male
Birthday:	April 1
Blood Type:	AB
Height:	173 cm
Weight:	60 kg
B-W-H:	88-59-72 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lives with his parents, an older brother, and an older sister (both upstanding socialites)
Likes:	Army Knives
Dislikes:	His real name, Seriously hard work
Special Talent:	Knife throwing, attacks with dangerous weapons, verbal attacks
Best Subject:	Nothing
Worst Subject:	Everything, especially math
Club:	No club (juvenile delinquents don't belong to any)
Part-Time Job:	He has tried several (video stores, coffee shops), but none of them ever worked out. He is currently jobless.

Personality: Edge's personality can be described in one phrase: "irresponsible and unfair". No matter how he looks toward his opponents, he's got an army knife waiting for them without them knowing about it; hence his popular nickname "Army Knife's Edge". If his clothes get wrinkled a little, he has a habit of grabbing his collar or chest area and fixing it afterward. Edge hates his given name, and if you call him by his real name he gets mad.
Story: Ever since the "boss of Gedou" Daigo disappeared, Edge leans a spying ear to the other schools in pursuit of his whereabouts.
Short Story: Best Knives From All Over the World

Akira Kazama

"Kung-Fu Rider"

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Sex:	Female (while at Gedou, this was unknown until she removed her helmet)
Birthday:	March 3
Blood Type:	AB
Height:	160 cm
Weight:	?? kg
B-W-H:	??-??-?? (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lived with her older brother, and now lives alone.
Likes:	Bikes, her older brother Daigo
Dislikes:	Talking
Special Talent:	Chinese martial arts (Taikyokuken/Tai Chi Chuan), cooking (Japanese home dishes)
Best Subject:	Japanese, Social Studies, English
Worst Subject:	Physical education, music (for secret reasons)
Club:	Thinking of joining one after finding Daigo
Part-Time Job:	Maintaining motorcycles at a bike shop.

Personality: Silent. Akira usually hardly ever speaks out. Possesses a cool-headed, spirited personality. Under the helmet lies an Akira that no one knows
Story: Because Akira's own brother, Daigo, has become one of the missing, Akira enters Gedou High. Being treated as "Daigo's little brother", Akira joins up with Gan and Edge and gathers information.
Short Story: Daigo: A Man Among Men

Gan Isurugi

"Superhuman Gang Leader"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	January 3
Blood Type:	O
Height:	198 cm
Weight:	115 kg
B-W-H:	170-159-165 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lives with both parents, three younger brothers, and three younger sisters. (Holy crap!)
Likes:	Rice balls
Dislikes:	Studying
Special Talent:	Sumo, eating a lot, eating fast
Best Subject:	Physical education
Worst Subject:	Almost anything except physical education
Club:	Although he officially belongs to the sumo club, he never attends it
Part-Time Job:	Sometimes he does one-day jobs that require physical strength (road construction, moving company, etc.)

Personality: Possessing immense physical might, Gan's only boast is his strength in fights. He doesn't have a grasp on even the most basic things, and he'll believe just about anything. In fact, if someone sneaky tried to take advantage of Gan, he'd still draw not much more than a blank from the big guy; Gan's a dunce of a character. More than anything else, Gan looks forward to having three meals a day. At every meal, he has no less than a mountain-sized helping of rice stacked five times over in a bowl.
Story: Because Daigo, the "boss" to all the gangs at Gedo, disappeared, Akira (who Gan believes is Daigo's little brother) suggested a conference about the search for the missing students; Gan joined in too and went on to play a part in the search.
Short Story: The Thriving Time of Gan

Hideo Shimazu

"Mobile Teacher"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	May 5
Blood Type:	A
Height:	165 cm
Weight:	68 kg
B-W-H:	93-80-85 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Left his home, a dojo in Kyushu, and has lived alone since
Likes:	Japanese literature (he is a Japanese language teacher), Japanese-style meals, students
Dislikes:	Disputes, cowardly things
Special Talent:	Karate, cooking, laundry, cleaning (since he has lived alone for so long)
Best Subject:	Japanese (language/literature)
Worst Subject:	N/A
Club:	N/A
Part-Time Job:	None (Teachers are prohibited from having part-time jobs)

Personality: He's gentlemanly and possesses a strong sense of justice, but his speech and social skills are poor. He leads a serious personal life; he doesn't smoke, nor does he drink. He is in his 40s and presently looking for a wife. It doesn't look like it, but Hideo is really a 9th dan master of karate, and the reputable Shimazu style is evident in his actions. After his father, the director of the dojo, died, a large quarrel over the estate began. The fight became charged with hatred and the inheritance was taken out of his own hands.
Story: Per Justice High's director Raizo's directive, Hideo was to act as a scout to search around the local schools in search of talented students for the school; however, in the process of scouting, he begins to have doubts about the school's methods.
Short Story: Mobile Teacher G Hideon

Kyoko Minazuki

"Devil In A White Robe"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	June 7
Blood Type:	B
Height:	173 cm
Weight:	?? kg
B-W-H:	87-56-89 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Ever since being transferred to Justice High, she lives with both her parents (she's their only daughter)
Likes:	Sake (Japanese rice wine), horse racing
Dislikes:	All kinds of household duties
Special Talent:	Orthopedics, Surgery
Best Subject:	Biology, Chemistry
Worst Subject:	N/A
Club:	N/A
Part-Time Job:	Even though part-time jobs are forbidden for teachers, it seems she has been moonlighting as a writer, writing articles for a weekly publication.

Personality: Originally an assistant at a certain school of orthopedic surgery. An expert in orthopedics and anatomy with the control of a surgical genius. Both witty and beautiful, clearly intelligent, elegant, and full of style. The male students never fail to come into her infirmary with fake illnesses and such, as she is the object of their yearning. When she puts on the white coat, she transforms into an energetic woman doctor that is full of intellect, but when she takes it off, she also has a slovenly, careless side. She'll drink a lot and her domestic skills (i.e. cleaning and cooking) are horrible.
Story: Per Justice High's director Raizo's directive, Kyoko was to act as a scout to search around the local schools in search of talented students for the school; however, in the process of scouting, she begins to have doubts about the school's methods.
Short Story: School Infirmary in the Early Afternoon

Raizo Imawano

"Wild Animal Principal"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	October 3
Blood Type:	O
Height:	188 cm
Weight:	124 kg
B-W-H:	165-163-170 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	A mystery...
Likes:	Sirloin steak
Dislikes:	Lying, crabs, and lobsters
Special Talent:	Conquering Japan
Best Subject:	N/A
Worst Subject:	N/A
Club:	N/A
Part-Time Job:	N/A

Personality: A thick-nerved man who doesn't bother with petty things; He has a disposition that is both hearty and cheerful. Toward himself, he is strict; he is strong-willed, his convictions are piercing, and he only makes his mind up once. He has an unusual way of getting things done and a preeminent, natural charisma, and has the power to take down massive organizations.
Story: As Raizo had feared, as the effects of the Imawano family's special training methods had created many a top-notch talent at his academy (Justice) and the academy had gotten all the more famous, opposition from the Imawano family to the public release of the teaching methods Raizo had been the only child to inherit was high, and his life was targeted. In addition to this, just to drive the nail into the coffin, the Imawano clan pressured Raizo mentally because of their opposition to his plans to give his own child extra special education, usually reserved for gifted students. Because of this, Raizo hid himself from both his wife and very young son. However, Raizo was never free from his sadness. Afterward, he did nothing but keep on, for the sake of the academy. Gradually, his family's opposition came to an end, and one day, as Raizo was making his rounds at the academy, he noticed a student both scholarly and physically strong, with outstanding grades. His name was Hyo, and the students were well aware of his abilities and popularity. Since his wife and son have disappeared, Raizo, who forgot all about his plan of succession decided to groom Hyo mainly for the eventual inheritance. Because he had put so much work into the academy, Raizo's body was already beginning to lose its ability to overexert itself. Raizo was having thoughts of retiring after Hyo graduates, leaving the academy in Hyo's hands. In actuality, Hyo is an illegitimate child of the Imawano clan. He has, at the behest of some family members, planted the seeds of a secret mission: to "revive a group of assassins" and "rule Japan with terror and mayhem".
Short Story: From the Teacher's Desk

Hyo Imawano

"Detestable Madness"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	April 4
Blood Type:	B
Height:	183 cm
Weight:	67 kg
B-W-H:	95-76-80 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	A mystery...
Likes:	Political power, Japanese swords
Dislikes:	Love, friendship, willpower
Special Talent:	The Art of Brainwashing
Best Subject:	Anything
Worst Subject:	Nothing
Club:	Head of Student Council (Not a club, but..)
Part-Time Job:	He doesn't do such "poor, mundane" things

Personality: Cold and cruel. To reach his goals, he'll do anything. His aggressive personality is based on that of his father, Mugen Imawano. He controls other people with his powerful brainwashing techniques, but Hyo is unaware that since he was a small child, he has been brainwashed by his father; he has a "father complex".
Story: Hyo uses his abilities, which surpass those of everyone else at Justice High, and his charisma as a weapon to turn all the academy's students into his own personal followers. One time, Raizo went overseas to inspect a high school at which he had planned to make a joint venture with Justice. Hyo used this opportunity to put a plan he had been warming up into motion. He brainwashed those of the best mind and body at schools everywhere in one fell swoop and brought them into his own personal army. Three months later, Raizo returned home to find a drastically changed academy, with a fanatic cult that worshipped Hyo as its master. It was hopeless for Raizo, who easily fell to Hyo's brainwashing. Hyo's ambition was nearly coming to perfect fruition; however, he had found yet one more obstacle. Word that Raizo's wife and son, long said to be dead, were still living had surfaced. With the blood of Raizo, the ninja's blood continuing the family line and thus being the rightful heir to Raizo's inheritance, this could pose trouble not even Hyo could handle. Hyo then decides to kidnap Raizo's wife Shizuku, so that he can lure his son, Batsu Ichimonji out of hiding and into his grasp.

Akira Kazama

"Pure Rider"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	March 3
Blood Type:	AB
Height:	160 cm
Weight:	?? kg
B-W-H:	81-62-83 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lived with her older brother, and now lives alone.
Likes:	Bikes, her older brother Daigo, her friends at Gedou
Dislikes:	Talking
Special Talent:	Chinese martial arts (Taikyokuken/Tai Chi Chuan), cooking (Japanese home dishes)
Best Subject:	Japanese, Social Studies, English
Worst Subject:	Physical education, music
Club:	None
Part-Time Job:	Maintaining motorcycles at a bike shop.

Personality: This Akira is a docile, gentle girl that is the complete opposite of the rough and commanding helmeted biker. Her personality changes instantly when the helmet is removed or replaced…
Story: Because Akira's own brother, Daigo, has become one of the missing, Akira enters Gedo High. But after rescuing her brother, she returns to her original gentle persona.

Sakura Kusagano

"The Fighting School Girl"

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Sex:	Female
Birthday:	March 15
Blood Type:	O
Height:	157 cm
Weight:	42 kg
B-W-H:	80-60-84 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lives with both her parents and her younger brother, Tsukushi
Likes:	White rice, running
Dislikes:	Playing video games against her brother
Special Talent:	Her cooking is relatively good (but it looks awful)
Best Subject:	Physical education, English (conversation)
Worst Subject:	Math
Club:	None (Go-Home Club) Sakura got where she is today because generally, she tries her hand at athletic clubs, but since her interests change with the weather, she doesn't stay in a single club very long.
Part-Time Job:	Inexperienced (She once was going to work at a supermarket, but she wished to work in the stock room rather than work the cash registers)

Personality: A high school girl who trains all day and all night in the art of hand-to-hand fighting just so that she can meet "that person". She's always full of energy, cheerful, and unaffected; she can never settle down. She loves to give her body a good workout, but now she's in a street-fighting haze. Her fighting sense is a truly special, natural gift, and it seems the techniques she uses now are imitations of what she has seen in her endeavors.
Story: When she hears that her close friends (naturally, Hinata and Natsu) have gone off to fight some great evil, Sakura gets her hopes up, thinking, "Maybe there'll be strong people fighting there..." With that thought in mind, Sakura runs off to give her friends some support. "It'll be great training for when I meet 'him'," Sakura says; it doesn't seem her motives are quite as sincere as they should be...

Daigo Kazama

"The 'Boss' Of Gedo High"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	September 15
Blood Type:	AB
Height:	190 cm
Weight:	89 kg
B-W-H:	100-88-95 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	Lives with his younger sister, Akira
Likes:	Enka (modern Japanese ballads), straight things, heroic movies (things full of health and vigor)
Dislikes:	Caterpillars, crooked things
Special Talent:	Telling people about what makes a man
Best Subject:	Japanese language (especially reading/writing kanji, a set of characters inherited from China)
Worst Subject:	None
Club:	None
Part-Time Job:	None

Personality: He's harsh, but tender at heart, and prizes gang morals. He possesses magnetic charisma. He never fights unfairly (certainly, he doesn't condone two-on-one fights). Naturally, his thoughts are with his younger sister; his existence is one where a man of his standing usually falls.
Story: When the kidnappings perpetrated by Justice High had started, Daigo, aware of the worries that arose because of them, set out to face Justice High in search of the truth behind it all. There was no way that Daigo could have known that at that time, he was another one of Justice's targets.

Nekketsu Hayato

"The Burning Red Jersey"

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Sex:	Male
Birthday:	August 15
Blood Type:	O
Height:	191 cm
Weight:	80 kg
B-W-H:	111-89-92 (cm)
Nationality:	Japanese
Home Life:	N/A
Likes:	Bright red jerseys, fighting spirit, sexy and nice women
Dislikes:	Disregarding manners, things his parents didn't find important
Special Talent:	Slapping things down with the shinai (bamboo fencing stick), putting in a fighting spirit
Best Subject:	Physical education
Worst Subject:	Puzzling subjects
Club:	None
Part-Time Job:	None (Teachers are prohibited to have part-time jobs)

Personality: Taiyou High's number one lady killer; as hot-blooded as his name implies. He developed his own sense of justice. Corporal punishment was also one of his own ideas. His students draw a ferocious, inescapable, unstoppable force from Hayato's own sense of justice.
Story: When his students at Taiyou were attacked, Hayato became suspicious of the elite academy, Justice High. He joins Batsu, Hinata, and Kyosuke in the fight, watching over them.

First of all ,my mom works in a college kerajaan that have a place for the staff to stay which means my family lives in the place that they prepared for the staff. So, I had a crush on this kid that we will call nerd cuz bro is a nerd and I liked bro because he defeated me in class rankings, idk, my mind wasn't right at the time. so nerd also stay in the college that I stay in, and my friends in the same neighbourhood also had a crush on him, since I'm kind and did not want to be a loner, I let my feelings go for my friends, cuz I stayed with them longer than knowing nerd, (nerd is a new kid at the time btw). But then the next day, let me get this straight THE NEXT FRICKING DAY they lost feeling for him, I was holding in the urge to beat these gadis gadis yg jelita belaka because my friendship was on the line. Anyway, 5 years later, I found out nerd is actually my distant cousin, and you wanna know why my distant cousin is living in the same college kerajaan as me? Because my grand father from my ex dad side told nerd mother to work in the same college as my mom to spy on my mom, she even took pictures, it was because my mom was newlywed and my ex dad cannot move his fucking ass on. do you know how much bullshit this dude have pulled? We even had to report to the police once cuz of this shithead stuns, he even tried to kidnap me and my sister JUST to meet my mom. It's crazy. anyway buh byeee srsly hoping you guys would read this cuz I cannot stress enough about the fact that , if you broke up, move on, because even your kids might want to kill you one day

Heard a parent yelling this at the park today. Thought it was kind of cute as an endearment. Until I realized that was actually the child’s name. Mister.
Mister also happened to have a sister, Liberty, which my 5 year old helpfully pointed out is a dog in Paw Patrol. Poor kids.

It sounds ironic but I'm pretty sure there's thousands of people who plan on how to have a perfect day before killing themselves, I think I spent a lot of time thinking of ways to kill myself that are sad and violent, graphic, but as time passes and I think I'm getting closer to finally killing myself, I think it'd be nicer to have a great day beforehand.
So this is my perfect suicide day:
Wake up at 7:00 and start getting things ready for a trip to six flags, I want to take my son, my niece and nephew, Id want to go with my cousins Mika, and bring Marcy and her boyfriend over so they can run around and buy and play however they want so they can act like kids for a day I wanna make sure to bring enough money to pay for everyone, I think 3,000 usd would be enough.
At 7:30 I wake up my son and my wife, I went and got breakfast from iHop for my son smiley face pancakes with blueberries, no butter. For my wife I got her a scrambled egg with bacon and hashbrowns and a side of buttermilk pancakes I know she will eat through the food just because she prefers the pancakes. For me A big plate of eggs with hashbrowns extra sausage some slices of fried ham, a tall glass of cold orange juice and 2 glasses of ice water, as cold as they come. We rush to eat our breakfast, because we have to get to our family and drive to six flags, my son is dressed in his cute little shorts and the Disney hat he got from his uncle from when he was a kid. My wife would wear anything, but after a fresh bath and going to bed early shed look great in anything.
We leave by 8:10, early enough to still feel the cold but start to feel the sun, so we drive to everyone's house and bring 3 cars, the last place we'd go to would be my niece and nephew because in the corner of their house around that time there's a bicycle with tacos de canasta, I could park on the side of the road and just open the car windows so my wife could eat some tacos in the car and Id be standing outside of the car handing her the food and drinks, we wouldn't eat much, just a couple for the treat, when we finally finish and pick up everyone we'd go to six flags probably get there about 10:30 considering we are all gonna have VIP passes, and I make sure to give everyone money to buy any food or souvenirs they want, I wouldn't ride a lot of things there, Id mostly want to go to the kid rides and ride with my son and wife, I dont know when but we would get one of the funnel cakes, I really like them although I really like sugar.
In the park Id want everyone to stick together, I could carry everyone's stuff while the kids run to go play on the rides, in the meantime I stick back with my son and go get him candy and ice-cream, buy him lots of toys, the rest of the day is just following everyone around and joking about random stuff, I think we would eat at the johnny rockets in the park, I would get my son the burger since he isn't really a fan of chicken tenders anymore but Id get a big burger and a milkshake so I can mix them, my wife taught me you can have burger and milkshake in your mouth at the same time and the flavors dont mix, I think that's really cool, my wife would get a Hawaiian burger but want to feed her fries to the squirls that usually hang around there, before we leave we'd go play the little dexterity games, I love those but they're always really expensive so Id spend a lot on those
We'd leave at 3:00 when everyone is tired, the other two cars would leave to go back home but my wife, son and I would go to my dads restaurant and Id have a huge lunch with my family, my mom and dad, my 3 sisters, hector and my little sisters new boyfriend, my son wife and I would be there too, my dads friends would go too, mike, janey, eddie, kayla, mickey, victor, sarah and we'd all drink and eat, id have a big plate of cachopo along with jamon serrano, some calamari, croquetas and fresh hot bread, my wife would get the russain like she always does, my son doesnt have a favorite dish my dad makes yet but as long as he gets his creme brule he would be happy
We would all drink and laugh and random stuff through the meal, I would really wanna talk with my dad and joke around again about whatever, but we'd both drink fundador with coke on ice, Ive always just drank what my dad drinks so if it were anything else id drink it too
By the end of the meal we'd still stay for a long time at least until 10:00 but when we finally went home, Id wanna watch Scream 1 with my wife and son, my wife and son would probably go to sleep early but Id stay to watch it, when the movie was over Id go and get some hot wings out of the freezer, heat some up and have a glass of fundador and coke on ice, id play Bob Marley's Jammin in the speakers not to loud but just so set the ambiance and feel the base, and if everything went like that and a perfect day id put a shotgun in my mouth and blow my brains out.
Quick, before I can even realize what's happening
I would die happy
I could finally let go of all these feelings and go to sleep.
I pray that god can give me this opportunity.
I think this is one of the last cries for help I have left in me, but if Im honest, this isn't a bad way to go at all, this is a beautiful way to go, this would be the perfect way to die.

It was the year like 2004 and I was only but 9 years old and only ever played FF7 1997 but never finished that or 8 or 9. When my sister bought this game from the store she was captivated by the vague and little disclaimer they give you in the back. 3d models, VOICE ACTING!? Full on CGI cut scenes! Actually if you wanna know what key points they chose to highlight it was these: “Enhanced facial motion system” I mean yeah they were emotive lmfao! “Stunning 3D environments” Yeah linear but Macalania, Gagazet. And Zanarkand were amazing for sure. “New conditional turn based battle system” pretty vague but it lets you know to expect something new. {The magical world of Spira is under threat from Sin-an evil entity that unleashes havoc terror and destruction … Join Tidus a heroic blitzball superstar and Yuna, A courageous girl skilled in the ancient art of summoning as they embark on an epic quest to defeat Spira’s deadliest enemy-
{Only the final summoning can defeat Sin and bring peace back to Spira}
So she and myself included were intrigued. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. The prologue has the blatant intent on feeding You a true prerequisite for all the events that transpire after Tidus is sucked up a flabby whales butt hole 1000 years into the future being transported to a whole new dimension. We meet the Al Bhed….Im like “….thats not a real language this is gibberish or by todays lingo yapanese!” Anyway during Tidus & Rikku’s little chat we are spoon fed a few more facts about Sin, Spira, & Zanarkand. Then it looks like we are Transported to Besaid where within the next 20 minutes a lot is established. Ok so Blitzball is a universal thing here in Spira and it’s like any other major sports league. Some plot happens and then the temple of Yevon where we learn about high summoners and the duty they have sworn by Yevon. Then that scene that had me shook in a good way as a kid. “She’s…beautiful!” I thought when she dramatically stage dived off the top of the staircase and was caught. “I-I’ve done it…I’ve finally become A summoner” I was with Tidus thinking summoners were old geezers lmao. Shortly after the beginning of Tidus & Yunas friendship (Progresses to more Later on in the story) begins as they talked for the first night. Wakka was like “she’s cute ya?” As he nudges him. Yuna is well liked by villagers young and old and they respect her whole heartedly. I believe canonically she’s an attractive teenage girl I mean look at her. Lulu gets her intro I was intimidated through the TV screen. “She don’t play no games” I thought. Then Kamaris intro has me shook but it always struck me as weird in how it was presented. Made him look like some feral wild beast out for blood and guts while he is definitely not that, the exact opposite. I loved Tidus and Yunas boat talks too haha. Luca was such a vibe I mean I really felt a part of that world. So many twists and turns happened here. Blitzball, winning the cup is a proper End to the Blitzball sub plot. Yuna gets kidnapped by Al Bhed. Now that I think about it what if it was Rikku and some of her crew. I mean they kidnapped her ass when she was on the Shoopuf in Guadosalem. I wonder how they knew when she’d be at, maybe Rikku was like “ugh well he doesn’t know anyone so he’s probably gonna be in Luca trying to compete in the cup. If So…does that mean he met “her”. “This is my shot to save Yunie” or Something I mean I know Lulu has suggested it was so that the Besaid Aurochs could throw the game so That their dog shit team could have an easy win but meh.
The maester (evil) I mean Seymour comes down and Then fiends appear and Anima uses its eye leaking Of period blood to purify (?) the fiends then Auron re-appears in the most badasss yet casual af way. The plan to somehow defeat sin is the next big sub plot. I will never forget the cgi cutscene of the machines shooting Out those rays and Yuna has her eyes locked on them and then fricken Sin repels it and sends it right back destroying the machine and whoever was in that along with it. Yuna was like “AHHHHHA” I would have gasped too. Things are going swimmingly and then Yuna is kidnapped (again) then rescued them a random washed up Rikku appears and we get to see her “true intro” (as a kid I was so confused mostly Cuz I didn’t Realize who that was and also I was like. “Why is this girl randomly gettin but naked near a river!?” But once she took off the wet suit I’m like “no way….its her!?!!” Rikku is one of my all time favorite characters although I like her FFx counterpart better than how she was in FFx2. Devs said that that’s how she well normally is when there isn’t any current world crisis or something like that.
The ball drops and Seymour asks Yuna to marry him. “HE HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!” I was not expecting this damn plot twist lmao. Lulu “sometimes marriage doesn’t require love you Know” “Defeat sin and bring joy to the people of Spira” “Get married and bring joy to the people of Spira” For Yuna there just two ways down the same Road. “All you need is determination if you have that you Don’t need love…” I really thought about that in great depth. First I thought about her relationship with Wakka and then my mother and father”
If they really loved each other or if one had something they the other needed in order to start a family. And what was the true intent behind there marriage to even begin with. My Parents sure didn’t exhibit any kind of love but I learned so much about it through this game at the age of 9. Then the whole Bevelle sequence (not gonna gush) By far the 2nd best sequence arc in this entire game. “NOOOO! Lay down your weapons, or else…” “This is foolish if you fall you’ll die” DON’T WORRY I CAN FLY” BELIEVE…. (My goodness she was like a beautiful swan when she summoned Valefor upside down mind you while falling. She’s got skill) Oh I forgot to mention something very important.
In Killika when Yuna mind you Walked on water and begun the ritual Sending dance where she sent souls to the Farplane the afterlife where there souls can be at rest so they don’t become fiends (demons) and haunt the living. I mean if that’s not a Jesus Christ reference then I don’t know what is. Coming from A religious background I instantly understood it. It’s something I will never forget.
Then the ball drops and Yevon teachings state the summoner must pray at every temple To the faith and receive an aeon, a deity of divine power until she obtains the final summon which is actually going to kill her. She also Must sacrifice someone with high compatibility a bond if you will to Become that aeon and then it ya know kills her. It’s an old tradition that like Yuna said herself to Yunalesca needs to be done with…. Also this is insane. Based off how Yunalesca didn’t even falter or hesitate to get violent with you explains a lot. Your group refused to participate in the tradition of human sacrifice and therefore she could not complete her job which means anyone that travels this long joinery with the same mindset Does indeed die but not by the final summoning it’s by her! She turns into freaky hoe Medusa and KILLS them! That’s absolutely insane.
To wrap this up. So many morals and life lessons and Concepts that are very real to our world can be seen in this game. I’ve played it like 11 times usually once or twice a year. I know this is a long post but I would love to hear if anyone else has had such a profound experience with this classic that cannot be replicated. I do not want them to remake this game at all. Like Not everything needs the remake treatment and this is a prime example.
Thank you for Reading.

My mother and I are now always in bad terms now.She always took and watch over my brother and about my father he went to foreign land for job so we didn’t spend much time.This worsened after my brother was born.
First I would like to start with a story when I was small,my maternal uncle uncle’s son, me and my mother’s elder sister’s son were in my mother’s elder sister house.At that time I used to live in my maternal uncle’s house and there was no tv in that house but they had in my mother’s elder sister’s house . To make it simpler I will say the name of my mother elder son 1 and my maternal uncle’s son 2.So we were going to 1’s house to watch cartoons and their house was newly built so theirs stairs had no railings.we were running and i think I reached the room where the tv was but as for 1 and 2 they were still coming but suddenly 2 fell off the stairs from 1 st floor and yeah my mother was also there as well as her elder sister.2 shouted fupu which is used to address one’s father’s sister in my country language. I heard he was lying on the floor and yeah the floor was made up of cement.As much I remember he didn’t cried but the two sisters were around him.And then my mother blamed me that I pushed him.I said I didn’t I had reached the room before they had and was waiting for them but I don’t think she believed me and now because of that case 2 has some problems in his head and she is blaming me for that when I didn’t even saw it happen.she talked to my maternal family and they said he has some problem now and she is saying it all happened coz of me and I was the one who accidentally push him when playing when I was not even present at the time.
And there are so many things this happened when my brother wasn’t born.But after he was born she paid like no attention and I was like always sticking to my parents like they were my world due to that I hadn’t made any friends so my father was in foreign land and my mother was busy watching over my brother and at that time she was a teacher so half of the time she was in her job and half was with my brother due to what I was alone.I had no friends and I had no parents to play with me.
I was also quite popular with senior girls because I was kinda cute than other and had a good results due to which even though I was a boy I had habits like girls due to which once a teacher judged my gender but can you believe what my mother did she just made a phone call to the principal and that’s it he didn’t so much.The teacher was like I was trying to say anything I just said you are cute when he clearly said I was a gay in front of my whole class.He didn’t even apologize properly and when I said that to my mother that he didn’t apologize properly she just ignored it like that.She never paid attention to my life like I never existed.She never tried to cheer me up and left me alone to suffer.
I had so many expectations from her specially during rainy days when I hadn’t brought an umbrella I used to think my mother will come but never did she came.At after my results started to fall she blamed me.Then we came to another place to live after transferring from there when I was in grade 9 from there.She started paying attention to my grades which were not good and added so many private tuition classes and obviously it was no good cause it was only another mean for blackmailing me how much they had spent on me.Then again she never tried to understand me.
I remembered another incident when we were still living in my maternal uncle’s house 2 beat his sister so she started crying.can you believe what happened after that….My mother came running and she hit me on my back which hurt me, I said I was the one who hit her but she hit me before she listened the whole story and she didn’t even apologized to me she just passed it like nothing happened.
To the present of the story she was always comparing me with other’s children because I had bad grades when it was because of her negligence.She never asked me how my school life or if I was facing any problems.
Yeah I know I was a pushover that time but now she started acting like she really cared me but yeah it was just an act.She never bought any birthday present for me but just cut the cake and give some money.But can you believe what at my brother’s birthday she bought a robot dog,yeah it was cheap but it was a proper birthday gift.
when I was in grade ten my father came back from foreign after 8 whole year.But he also disappointed me he didn’t brought any gifts but he brought a gift for my uncle’s newly born child.
He just had brought some clothes and you know what he wouldn’t have brought that if my mother hadn’t force him to.He said to her that we were just going to live together now so they can buy anytime when we start living in the foreign country.
One thing to note he came there after 2 or 3 days after my brother’s birthday.He was supposed to come before that but as he was coming after years so he had to brought gift for relatives so the load was much so he came through land way instead of airways so his arrival was delayed yeah he choose money over his son’s birthday.
After one week was my birthday but do you know what the couple planned.They said as we were going to live together they can always celebrate my birthday together and yeah do you think any good parents will think this.If I hadn’t share it with my mother’s second elder sister then they would have skipped it and went to meet relatives in my home town.
When my father arrived I had expected he had brought us some gifts to be honest my bottom of the heart had already thought he would bring gift as how they they treating me in the past but for the sake of the time we were together I thought maybe which only shattered.
My father started taking all gifts and started to arrange and he took out an iPhone but he said it was for my mother’s second sister and yeah she was living with us all the time and she also did all the household work as my mother doesn’t know any house work.And I was expecting he also has a phone for me coz at that time I didn’t had any phones but when I heard there were none for me my heart wasn’t ready except it.
It was my birthday soon my birthday so I thought he must have prepare it for my surprise gift so he hasn’t told me but yeah realty hits hard.Even my tuition teacher had expected that he had brought me a phone but what it was just imagination.
So do you think can a parents really do this neglecting their child and not supporting when I was in fight with someone even though I was right and thinking my birthday will come another year so we can just skip it.
Another incident, my mother ,father and my brother went to a store and he bought an expensive gun saying it was for my birthday gift but can you tell me how can it be my birthday gift when he choose it and you know what he is the one playing with it even though they said it was my birthday gift and I have less authority on that gun than him.
So can anyone make it clear if a parents can do this to their child.And doesn’t this state that my brother is their golden child?

General Info: I haven’t started transitioning and I’m only out to a handful of people.
My family, specifically referring to my sister and mother, are ‘supportive’ of trans people. They supported me when I came out to them years ago. But recently, I’ve begun to feel like this ‘support’ is performative.
My sister gave me a framed picture about being ‘sisters’ 2ish years ago - even though she knows I ID as a trans man - because she thought the picture was cute. This hurt back then and hurts more even now with her most recent actions. She has a friend who uses they/them pronouns and misgenders them for the most part. She doesn’t bother correcting herself and only uses they/them pronouns for her friend when around people other than my mother and I. My mother also misgenders my sister’s friends, who she knows are trans.
I want to start transitioning soon but I don’t even know if they would continue to ‘support’ me. I feel like when they look at me, when they see my trans flag on the wall, they just see right through me. I don’t know if i’ll ever be a son and a brother to them, I don’t know.

I had a moment today where I felt frustrated and wanted to react to an "unfavorable" circumstance in the 3D. When I got home, I had an urge to sit down and journal, and as I was writing, I started making a list of the things I've manifested, with and without conscious awareness of what I was doing. This may be a long post, but I promise it's worth it. As I was writing, I kept having the thought, "Post this on Reddit," and after ignoring the thought several times, I stopped journaling and decided to listen to it.
Looking back at my life before I had a single clue who Neville was or what manifestation meant, I see how I created every circumstance and ultimately got everything I desired, "good" and "bad." I've manifested under every circumstance: the "impossible," being told no/never going to happen, feeling sad, heartbroken, devastated, defeated, angry, desperate, needy, jealous, happy, excited, noticing lack, etc. Before reading about Neville and truly understanding and consciously applying his teachings, making this list helped me realize that I was already applying these things without knowing.
So, here's my list:

• Dream car #1: VW Beetle Convertible. Long story short, I always wanted this car. I remember being a little girl, seeing every hot girl main character driving one in every early 2000s movie, loving it, and thinking I'd drive that car when I was older. Once I got my permit and my dad started talking to me about cars, the game plan was whatever we could get that would be safe, get me from point A to point B, and fit the price range he and my mom decided on. My parents were already divorced, and at the last minute, my mom spitefully decided she would no longer be financially contributing. My dad felt bad, and when we started looking at car options, he asked me what my dream car was. when I said a VW Beetle, he laughed but agreed to look. We spent days at the dealership, test-driving and talking numbers, but nothing met his safety requirements or seemed worth it in his eyes. I was disappointed because it sometimes looked promising, and I had gotten my hopes up. The last day we went to the dealer, the car salesman gave me the keys to sit in the car while he talked numbers with my dad. I remember "daydreaming" (I later realized that I was just visualizing the wish fulfilled) about what it would be like to have the car. That night, my dad told me he didn't want to disappoint me, but that was not an option. I let it go, but I had this inner feeling/knowing that it would work out as it was meant to. I would get my dream car. The next day, I resumed my routine, got home from school, and napped. My dad told me he was going to the VW dealership to "talk numbers" and refused to let me come with him; he kept saying it would be boring- I gave up on asking and thought nothing of it. I woke up to my sister calling me, asking me to go outside and help my dad with groceries, which she had never done before. I remember being annoyed that she woke me up, and I told her to help him. She fought with me and said, "We'll both help him." I sat outside, and there it was... my dad was driving my dream fucking car with a big ribbon on it, and it was better than I could've ever imagined. It was the exact color I wanted, basically brand new, 6 months CPO, and a fucking convertible (which was entirely unrealistic for our price range, so I never even thought about this!). He told me that he felt so bad he couldn't sleep that night, checked the dealer's backlot website randomly at 3 AM, found this car, and had a gut feeling, so he put a payment down.
• Dream car #2: Audi A3. When I say my Beetle was my fucking dream car, I mean it. I was, and still am, so abundantly grateful for that car. Last year, around this time, my car was being serviced, and I was borrowing my dad's fancy Audi sports car to get to and from work and school because he works from home. I had his car for about a week. As an underpaid graduate student and full-time intern, buying/leasing/owning my own car, AUDI, no less, was impossible and not even a thought in my mind. On the last day that I had his car, I remember thinking that I was going to miss it because fuck, it's a nice car, the ride is so much smoother than my car, and it's nice to drive a luxury car. I started visualizing what it would be like and what it would feel like to be driving my own Audi, black interior and exterior, A3 body, but still somewhat sporty, driving to work, listening to my music, going down the exact road that I physically was in the 3D at the time. I had no conscious intention of manifesting this, I just thought "It'll be nice when I'm older, set in my career, and can afford to drive my own Audi one day." The next fucking day, my dad randomly called me to say, "Nothing's wrong, so don't worry, but I think we should talk about car options." He said that because my car was getting older and needed additional service, we'd likely have to put a few thousand dollars into it if I planned to drive it until it broke down, which was always the plan. He said the other option was to look into trading in my car, come up with a price range, and see the options. He said we can look at VW, honda, "oh, and hear me out, Audi might be an option because we can trade in your car with them." I remember laughing and telling him I could not afford that. I humored him, and within 3 days, my very own dream Audi, down to the make, model, features, interior and exterior, and mileage, just within my price range, pretty much fell into my lap. I remember starting out this car shopping journey by saying, "I have no business owning an Audi at 23 years old," guess what? It made no sense because this is NOT a logical process. I damn well am now a 24-year-old with my dream car, all in my name, against all circumstances. It literally made no sense to even manifest this, but without consciously knowing, I did manifest it! When we first went to the Audi dealer, I fell in love with several cars, and none of them fit our list. Deal after deal fell through until my dad "randomly" got a call that an employee traded in his Audi A3 S line, 6 months CPO, and with a trade-in, it fit my exact budget.
• $$: Too many money manifestations are coming to mind, so I'll stick to what works for me regarding manifesting money. Growing up, I had horrible views and beliefs about money, because I grew up poor, and my mom spent every dime she did have on designer purses for herself instead of feeding my sister and I. As I got older and went through a shit ton of therapy, my beliefs and views about money were challenged and eventually changed into healthier ones. Even in the most anxious circumstances, I assume and have an inner knowing that I always have more money than I need. I used to say this out loud as an affirmation, but it impressed my subconscious mind, and I just knew it, and it reflected in my 3D all the time. Last week, an unexpected bill popped up that threw off my budget plan, and my instinct was to freak out. I had a million anxious thoughts, but my thoughts immediately switched to that inner knowing, that I always have more money than I need. I let it go and stopped worrying, knowing that it always works out for me. Two days ago, I randomly got sent $250 from a family member I haven't spoken to in months. Yesterday, my paycheck was $2,000 more than I expected.
• Random, "small manifestations": Just a few days ago I was watching a youtube video, and the guy mentioned that he assumed he would get free coffee. He detailed his experience of randomly getting a free coffee out of seemingly nowhere at Starbucks. I thought, "huh, that's fun, I'll do that too." I wasn't specific, but in my mind, I knew I would be receiving something for free at Starbucks. I forgot all about it, went to Starbucks drive thru the next day, ordered matcha and 1 birthday cake pop. I got my cake pop and there was a bit of a wait for my drink. As I was waiting, the woman that was helping me stepped aside and another barista came to the window. He asked if I'd already gotten my cake pop and apologized for the wait for my drink. I told him I did and no problem at all. He came back with another bag and asked if I wanted another cake pop. I was so confused and he saw that and told me they try not to sell broken cake pops. I said sure, I'll take it. There were two more cake pops in the bag, paid for 1, got 3.
  • I've started setting intentions each day. I work with my SP, so I've decided that he's wearing my sweatshirt to work. And he did. He's notorious for showing up late to work, but I decided that he would be coming in early one morning. And he did, and everyone was saying "Wtf, that's weird, why is he here?" And now he's earlier than I am every day.
• SP: I've manifested many SPs, all with different circumstances, stories, etc. My current SP is a fun one. I manifested him into my life without consciously intending to; he just fit all the qualities I wanted and showed up as the person I desired. The start of our relationship was everything I wanted, affirmed for, and visualized. He made me feel so loved just by looking at me, I could tell by one look that the man was so madly in love with me. He was romantic, patient, kind, emotionally intelligent, said all the right things, did all the right things, he was all about me, and only me. Then I took myself off the pedastal, lost sight of my own confidence and self-concept, and became extremely anxious and afraid of commitment, intimacy, and vulnerability. And guess what. EIYPO. I didn't want this to happen, but I created it. He simply reflected everything I thought about myself, everything I feared. The man that gave me a key to his house, had a name for our future child, wrote love letters and poems about me, and was so incredibly infatuated with my presence, now feared commitment, emotional connection, and intimacy. Looking back at my journal entries from this time, when I became anxious and fearful, the things I wrote down, he reflected back to me word for word. Since the breakup, I've taken a long, hard, true look at my beliefs, fears, and improved my self concept. I've committed to myself, to the law, and to him. I created a 3P, again, I didn't want this, but the fear took over, and the old story has to play out. I've gotten movement, because circumstances never fucking matter, ever. There is always movement. He reflects my own affirmations back to me, and he plays the role that I've assigned him.

There's so much more, but I started writing this as a journal entry to remind myself of my power, and that this is NOT meant to be hard or difficult. Time does not matter. The law is always at work, and this is meant to be effortless. When I catch myself questioning, "where is he?" "why isn't he showing up how I want?" I remind myself of my other manifestations. To be honest, it doesn't matter what technique I use, you use, or anyone else uses (I will talk about techniques, though, I got you), it matters what works for you, what feels most natural for you.
Techniques that work for me:

• 9 out of 10 times, simply deciding and assuming that, circumstances never matter, I want it for a reason, so it's mine. It's done. I don't need to worry, because I always get what I want, it always works out for me, and it's already mine. I want it because it already exists, it is already mine. Little me wanted a VW beetle so badly because a version of her already existed that HAD one.
• EIYPO. This is more so a concept, but I use it to my advantage. I feared commitment, connection, vulnerability, and intimacy, so guess what... SP suddenly did. I viewed myself as a priority and the best thing that's ever happened to him, so guess what... SP did, and made sure to prove it to me. When I expected SP to think that I was needy, too much, he did. When I expected SP to jump into another relationship, he did. When I expected SP to blow up my phone with texts and phone calls and tell me he misses me, he did. Take a long hard look at how you view yourself, how you view others, and your expectations. Seriously. Don't overcomplicate it.
• Affirmations. There have been times that I wanted something so badly I would just robotically affirm until I believed it. This worked for me in a lot of ways. I lacked confidence for years, so I started saying every morning, "I'm growing more confident each day." One day, I realized, "oh shit, I feel good. It's working." It's been a year, and I'm down 75 pounds, and I have the utmost confidence in myself, internally and externally.
• FEELING. Every time I visualized, for example, with the Audi A3, I visualized with so much detail, and although my mind was telling me, there's no fucking way this can become your reality, at least not anytime soon, I felt so excited. It felt natural. Don't force a feeling. With SP, I genuinely felt so loved and adored, I didn't even need to hear the words from him. I remember the first time we hung out and he looked at me, I thought "wow I can see the love in his eyes, I don't even need him to say it." The night he told me he fell in love with me, he reflected that back to me, "Nobody has ever looked at me the way that you do, and I've never looked at anyone the way I look at you. I can just tell how much you love me when you look at me."

I feeeeel like I'm starting to ramble and lose my focus now. I hope this helps someone that's feeling discouraged, feeling frustrated with their 3D, focusing too much on circumstances, questioning why/how/when, or feeling like they're not doing enough. When I look back at everything I've wanted that manifested for me when everything in the 3D showed me that it was nearly impossible, it was effortless. It's not meant to be hard. So give yourself a break, you don't need to do a million techniques, watch every youtube video, read every reddit post. It's yours. And on that note, I'm going to listen to my own advice and stop overcomplicating this for myself with SP. I know my power, and I know all that I need to do. The BOI was hard for me, but I know that I created everything that occurred. Sometimes it takes a bit for the old story to fully wash out, but trust that there is ALWAYS movement. You don't need 3D validation. You don't need proof. YOU are the proof. Do what feels right for you. I'm not stressed about the old story when it pops up, because I know that what I want, I already have. Log off and focus on what feels good. Would the version of you that already has your SP back be stressing about the 3D or wondering where he is? No. When you decide you want something, then decide it is yours, IT IS YOURS. It doesn't need to make sense, it doesn't need to be logical, and it does not matter what the current circumstances are.

Hi all, I have asked my boyfriend to go house shopping with me many times. Every time, he either makes an excuse such as he is running on an hour of sleep or he’s not interested because he’s not gonna buy the house. I asked if he’s down to go see houses last night and he said “I am just very burnt out and overwhelmed. I only had one hr of sleep”. Every time I ask him to do something with me, he’s always saying something else. BUT EVERY TIME HIS FRIEND ASKS HIM TO PLAY POKÉMON GO, HE’LL TAKE THAT OFFER IF IT MEANS NO SLEEP. So today, I went to look at houses for fun. To me, house shopping is like mall shopping but better. FOR FUN. I asked his brother if he wanted to go. So his bro and I went and checked a few things out. to me it was nice having someone who didn’t complain and who was in a good mood to just look at houses. It’s not like we were buying a house together. Plus his bro has never gone to open house before. We just walked around. My boyfriend and his mom agreed it was weird. So my boyfriend is extremely mad at me. He said he is doubting my actions now. It’s almost as though it could have been him and my sister on a date. IF ANYTHING, IT WAS NOT A DATE AT ALL. Am I over thnking this???? Please help I don’t want to cry over this. Going to see houses makes me very happy.

Hi guys. I need some advice, obviously.
I (18F) am the youngest of 6 kids, my eldest sister (29F) "S" had been a really strong support figure for me, especially through some hard times in the system to which at the time she fought to adopt me (she didnt in the end but that's because we found an alternative)
My sister S was a hardworking kind person and always supported me, and really was the only sibling that stayed active in my life up until recently, when she asked if I would come stay with her out of state for a month to help her with her first baby I agreed in a heart beat.
For all intents and purposes I have been living with my sister and BIL as something of an Au Pair, which I don't mind. I stay in the loft and I go help wherever needed, the baby is cute and I don't mind the work. I'm about 2 weeks into the stay at this point and I had a bit of an issue earlier today with S.
Her husband (BIL M22) is somewhat conservative? Maybe? His ideals are a little strange but not full blown so. I'm a pretty peaceful person so when he makes a strange comment like "the ideal life would be having 7 wives and starting my own cult" I laugh it off and try and move along. He's pro gun but anti cop, liberal but also conservative? I really can't get the read on the guy but he's nice enough so I don't usually mind him, but ever since he and S dated (and subsequently married) I have felt a sort of shift in S's ideals.
For example, she's Christan now. Not a bad thing but something we've never been before, that was fine. Religion is great when it's not being used as a weapon and I was happy for her. But slowly she's been saying strange things, suddenly she wants to be a housewife, leave her career (which is why her previous 6 yr relationship ended btw. She DIDNT want to leave her career and settle), she thinks women are obligated to keep a house together while a man can leave 24/7 and it's fine. Stupid small easily shrugabble things like that.
Earlier today She decided to go to her country club (which is crazy) to get lunch. we had a good time and while S and I were driving back alone she started to talk about something or another. Which turned into a small rant.
At first she said it quietly. As if testing the waters "you know Mexicans are my favorite immigrants haha" I laugh it off and try and move past the conversation but she pushed and starts talking about how she also thinks Filipinos are fine (if it wasn't obvious we're both white.) I'm getting uncomfortable and a sinking feeling in my stomach as she begins to say "there are some I don't like though" and begins to list off actually ethnicities and why she doesn't like them, saying negative and false stereotypes and all around horrible racist shit.
She made a final "and do you know who I really hate.... Muslims..no because of the scarf thing but because of..." And then went on to say stuff about littering and personal bubbles and hell if I know. She even said at the end "yes! I'm a little racist haha!"
She apologized for making me uncomfortable, not the comments, I smiled and pretended nothing was bothering me. I know I'm supposed to speak out about this all, to be the righteous person and talk against racism, I should have? Shouldn't I? Shouldn't I talk with her about how those things she said aren't ok? I don't know why I can't. I look at her and I feel so scared she's going to decide I'm not worth her time anymore and hate me like she hates out mother. I don't know. All of this is stupid and I don't understand what happened to my big sister and why she's so cruel now.
I guess the question is should I go home early? I can fly back to my home and leave her and the baby right now. Or maybe should I try and talk to her about it? I feel as though it's so deeply rooted in her while I wasnt looking that nothing could change it by now. I don't know what to do or how to feel. I kind of just feel sad and stupid.
TLDR: I'm staying with my sister to help with her baby and today she went on a racist rant and now I'm conflicted if I should stay, confront her, or just leave.

So my little sister and I were writing in the same room together (which is something we often do) and I got really excited to write a part that I loved and squealed and started flapping my hands and stimming very excitedly, and my 11 year old sister without looking over at me just said with a deadpan “I can relate.” Idk why I thought that was so cute but I find it adorable. She’s also probably autistic and I‘ve seen her happily stimming a few times but I just love how she wasn’t bothered by it at all. Usually I only allow myself to stim as much as I want around her for this reason. I love her so much 🩵

I'll try to keep this concise, given that I'm in serious need of timely advice. I'm a college-bound high-school senior, and since I'm about to be in debt for the rest of my life, I decided a few weeks ago to pick up a summer job. My friend, Liam, and I both found part time positions at an ice cream store in town. Not the best paying job, but our schedules were flexible and given the popularity (or lack thereof) of the shop, we basically got to sit on our asses all day and play video games on Liam's SteamDeck. The job did have one downside though, which was the shop's owner, Fred.
Fred was an older guy, probably in his 60s. I have no clue where he came from or what he did before moving into my town 15 years ago, but from the way he carried himself, I always thought he had a military background. He was tall and wiry, and had this stare that felt like he was peeling back your skin with his eyes alone. I had no idea what a guy like that was doing running a kitschy little ice cream shop called "Sundae Central", but the events of the past few weeks have given me some theories.
So a few hours before our first 4-10 P.M. shift, Fred gave Liam and me a tour. The shop was too small for its own cold room, and so the back room had two standing freezers. It also had one giant chest freezer which, as I learned a few days later, was locked. When I asked Fred about it, he told me that it was for surplus inventory, and I didn't really care enough to inquire further. The last thing Fred told us was to be wary of a homeless woman who sometimes begged outside of the store and had been known to be aggressive. Fred watched Liam and me closely throughout our first shift, which luckily went off without a hitch. At 10 P.M. sharp, he told us to grab our things and go—apparently, Fred liked to clean and close up shop himself.
"Bro that guy's kinda weird, right?" Liam asked me that night as we carpooled back to our neighborhood. I shrugged; I didn't have much of an opinion on our boss yet.
"I used to live in the same apartment building as him before we moved," he continued. "I ran into him a lot in the parking garage. He always had some kind of animal with him—dogs, cats, sometimes even a trap with a racoon or opossum inside. I figured he worked at some kind of animal rescue or something."
"Maybe he catches stray animals and takes them to the vet? Like, for sterilization and stuff."
"Yeah, maybe."
Liam's observation was strange, but all in all, Fred seemed normal enough to me. A little aloof, sure, but I was happy to look past that as long as he was paying us. I dropped Liam off that night and didn't think much about those animals for a while.
The first few weeks on the job were more stressful than anticipated. Aside from all the screaming children and entitled parents, I eventually encountered the woman that Fred had warned us about. The first time I saw her, I was working the closing shift alone while Liam was at a concert with his girlfriend. My car was a block away from Sundae Central, and as I walked down the poorly-lit street, I got the sense that I was being watched. I turned to look at the shrubs lining the sidewalk, and was greeted by the last thing I expected to see crouched inside the hedges: a person.
I barely saw her with all the branches twisting around her body, but once I noticed her sallow, expressionless face, I realized that she was looking right at me. I was so surprised that I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and damn near broke my wrist. By the time I stood up and shook off my embarrassment, she was gone.
Liam and I saw her every once in a while after that. She wasn't aggressive like Fred had mentioned, nor did she bother our customers at all. She kept to herself and largely out of sight, but even so, I came to dread being in the shop after sunset. I got into the habit of standing by the front windows when there was a lull in our customer stream. I would stare out into the night and look for the woman. It would always take me a few minutes, but often, I would eventually find someone looking back at me. She was always partially obscured, either by trees or streetlamps or dumpsters. It felt like she was playing a game with me, like some kind of demented Where's Waldo? On the nights where I didn't find her, I always wondered if she hadn't paid us a visit, or if I simply hadn't looked hard enough.
One week ago, as soon as I pulled into my driveway after work, I realized that I had left my wallet in my work locker. Since I was going out with friends the following morning, I opted to drive back to Sundae Central immediately as opposed to waiting until the next day. It was almost 11 when I pulled up next to the shop, and I remember being surprised by how abandoned the street looked once all the businesses closed for the day. Only when I exited my car did I realize that the shop would probably be locked up. Sure enough, the front door handle didn't budge. I decided to try the back door before I gave up entirely.
I rounded the building and approached our backdoor, and to my delight, I found that it was unlocked. At that point, I was too relieved to consider how strange that was. I opened the door and slipped through, turning my phone flashlight on so that I could navigate in the dark.
Sundae Central is set up like this: most of the building is occupied by a large room that holds the serving counter and dining area for the customers. Behind the serving counter is a hallway that leads to the back door to the shop. On one side of the hallway is the bathroom and break room, and on the other side is the freezer room. Once I entered through the back door, I turned into the break room. For some reason, I didn't want to turn on the lights. If the back door was unlocked, then Fred might still be around somewhere, and the thought of running into him in the middle of the night gave me the creeps. I just wanted to grab my wallet and slip back out as quickly as I could. Luckily, my wallet was exactly where I thought I'd left it. I grabbed it, put it in my pocket, and was just about to leave before I heard the back door open.
Shit, I thought. If that was Fred, and he found me snooping around with all the lights off, he'd probably think I was robbing the place. Could I be arrested for trespassing at my own place of employ? I wasn't in the mood to find out. Not knowing what else to do, I gently closed the locker and dove behind the break room couch. From my hiding place, if I peered around the side of the couch, I could see right across the hallway to the door to the freezer room. The hallway lights clicked on, and footsteps echoed through the quiet shop as Fred ambled into view. He looked tired, his expression downcast and his gait slow. He was wearing a clear, plastic poncho, which I found strange, but any thoughts I might have had on his attire I immediately forgot when I saw what he was dragging across the floor behind him.
It was a body. A woman's body, nude and either unconscious or dead. Fred was holding her (it?) by the hair in one of his gloved hands. He pushed open the door to the freezer room and turned on the lights, and immediately I could tell he was holding a corpse by the hue of its skin and the rigidity of its limbs. I bit back a gasp as I watched him drag it into the room. Just after he crossed the threshold, part of the corpse's scalp detached from its skull. It fell from his grasp, flopping onto the floor with a thud, leaving Fred holding a fistfull of long, brunette hair. He cursed to himself, turning around and leaning over to pick up the body. I ducked behind the couch, watching his feet through the small gap between the couch and the floor.
His hand stilled on the corpse's neck, and I figured he'd just noticed the open door to the break room. I held my breath, praying he'd let it go, but instead he straightened and stepped over the body. I watched his shoes cross the hallway, coming to a stop in the doorway. He reached inside and switched on the lights.
I readied myself for a fight, figuring that if I couldn't incapacitate Fred, maybe I could at least injure him badly enough that he'd be a suspect when people realized I'd disappeared. Luckily for me, it never came to that. A small, barely audible knock sounded through the quiet shop, and Fred reacted immediately. He turned his attention back towards the corpse, picking it up off of the floor and making his way towards the front of the store. As soon as he was out of sight, I crawled out from behind the couch. I looked down the hallway in both directions, and when I didn't see Fred, I bolted for the backdoor.
I ran to my car like my life depended on it, which, as far as I knew, it did. I drove straight to the police station to file a report. I probably should've waited to get my thoughts in order, but I was so hopped up on adrenaline that I barged right in and gave what was probably a completely incoherent account of my night. Understandably, the officers didn't seem to believe me at first, but the more questions they asked, the more seriously they took my story. I'm sure that dropping the name "Frederick Braun" helped my case. Liam wasn't the only one who thought Fred was a little off—he'd long been something of an outsider in our town, and it's likely because of his reputation that the police agreed to investigate the scene.
They found seven corpses in Sundae Central, though none belonged to a human. Squished together in the locked chest freezer were two cats, a racoon, a coyote, and three dogs, one of which I recognized as a neighbor's pet from "Lost" posters I'd seen stapled to telephone poles. The discovery sent the town into an uproar. Fred was arrested the following morning, and needless to say our ice cream shop was shut down. The police said they'd do some DNA testing on the crime scene to identify the woman I saw. Of course, I was happy that something was being done, but I didn't have high hopes for our tiny, underfunded police department. At least I could rest easy knowing I'd helped put a criminal in jail, even though I got the sense there was more to the story.
Fred was arrested six days ago. Three days after the incident, Liam and I were driving home from a friend's house across town. Our route took us past Sundae Central, and Liam slowed down to gawk at the yellow tape adorning our former work place. Only when we were a few buildings away did I notice a person standing on the street across from Sundae Central.
"Dude, holy shit," I said, pointing to the figure. "It's that woman."
When Liam saw her, he did just about the last thing I wanted him to do and pulled over right in front of her. He came to a stop and, despite my protests, rolled down my window to talk to her. The woman was standing on the sidewalk, maybe two feet away from the passenger's side door. I shrunk back in my seat, horrified by the prospect that she could reach right though the open window if she wanted to.
"Hey, lady," Liam said. "We're closed."
This was by far the closest I'd ever been to the woman. At a glance, she was pretty normal-looking—pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes. Or … were they brown? Her irises looked faintly reddish in the poor lighting, maybe the result of some kind of infection. She was wearing a nondescript black dress that seemed too pristine for someone I assumed had been living on the street. She didn't look at us when we pulled up next to her, didn't move a muscle. In all the times I'd noticed her staring at me, had I ever seen her move?
"Hello?" Liam continued. "No ice cream today. Or tomorrow. Or ever, probably. Our boss might've been a serial killer. You hear anything about that?"
He elbowed my arm like he was trying to get me in on the joke, but I barely registered his words. I couldn't look away from the woman's face, which, before my eyes, seemed to … shift. I'm not exactly sure what I saw, or how best to describe it. Have you ever stared into a mirror in a dimly lit room? If you stare at your face long enough, your brain starts playing tricks on you. Your features start to distort, you start seeing someone else—a family member, a stranger. Something different. Something wrong. That's the best analogy I can give for what I felt in the moment. All of a sudden, I got the sense that the person I was looking at wasn't a person at all.
The woman's eyes flicked from the storefront to Liam's face.
"Dude, drive." I said, reaching out to roll up the window.
"But—"
"DRIVE." I practically screamed right into his face. Grumbling, Liam slammed on the gas and took us screeching down the road. I turned in my seat to watch the woman as we left. She didn't move an inch all the while.
Call me a coward if you want, but between that encounter and what I'd witnessed at Sundae Central, I haven't left my house for the past few days. Even now, as I write this, the memory of that woman makes me feel ill. I've never, in my entire life, seen something so uncanny, and the fact that Liam didn't notice anything made me feel like I was losing it. I mean, I had just seen my boss dragging someone's dead body across the floor of an ice cream shop. Some degree of paranoia wouldn't be all that out of the question.
For the past few days, I've been staying at home with my grandma, playing cards with her and keeping an eye on the news. It took days for the police to make any headway on the Frederick Braun case, but yesterday morning, they seem to have finally made a breakthrough.
From a strand of hair left on the floor at Sundae Central, they were able to identify the body I'd seen as thirty-four year-old Alicia Winters. The only problem? Alicia Winters died four days before the incident. She'd been involved in a fatal car crash and was six feet underground in our town cemetery. Or at least, she should have been. When police exhumed her grave, they found an empty casket.
Alicia's grave wasn't the only one that had been disturbed. Investigative efforts turned fully towards the cemetery, where it was found that several other graves had fallen victim to unauthorized disinterment. At the time of writing this, they've found eight empty caskets, and I have a feeling that the number will continue to rise.
I had trouble wrapping my head around the news. What motive could Frederick possibly have had for killing those animals and stealing those corpses? How long has all of this been going on? And, maybe the most important question of all: where were the corpses?
I got a phone call last night. I'd already passed out in front of the T.V., and was awoken by my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. It was four in the morning when I picked up Liam's call.
"Hello?" I asked groggily.
"She's … She's at my bedroom window."
I sat bolt upright.
"Who?" I asked, though deep down I already knew.
"I just woke up and … I don't … She's just standing outside."
"You have to call the police. Are your parents there?"
"My parents and sister." His voice was shaky and small. "I've never … I've never seen a person … with teeth like this …"
"Liam, you gotta call the police, man. Wake up your parents and call the police right now."
He sucked in a sharp breath. "Ok, yeah, yeah. I'll call the police."
"Text me when they get there, ok?"
"I will."
He hung up after that, and I was alone in the quiet dark again.
I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have let him go. I should have called the police on his behalf. Instead, I waited for a text that never came. For hours I sat on the couch, looking at my reflection in the TV screen in front of me, watching my face distort into something foreign. Something inhuman.
In the morning, the light streaming in through the living room windows broke me out of my trance. I forced myself to get up and get in the car and I drove like a maniac to Liam's house. We were such good friends, you know? I had my own set of keys to his place. His parents joked that I was their second son.
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The adult human skeleton has 206 bones. I found maybe 40 of them. Vertebrae splintered and stuck in his mattress. Half a ribcage discarded on his floor. Something long, maybe a femur or a tibia, embedded in his wall. How strange it was that for all the carnage, all those scratches and dents in the floor and ceiling, I didn't see a drop of blood.
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His parents and younger sister were in a similar state. I didn't find them myself—I called the police after seeing … what I saw in Liam's room, but I could tell from the officers' expressions that they had been similarly brutalized. They took me in for questioning, of course, since I've now been found at the center of two crime scenes, but I doubt I offered them any valuable answers.
I don't know what has descended upon my town. I don't know exactly what it did to Liam's family, or why. But I suspect that the person with all the answers, the person who was protecting my town all this time without anyone knowing, is currently behind bars because of me.
Maybe I can find a way to talk to him. Maybe I can find a way to convince everyone of his innocence. If not, then I'll have to take matters into my own hands. I'll have to feed the monster I set free.
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