Things to write on a 70th birthday card

Our deputy principal had royally fucked us sideways. She emailed us last month, (I tweaked it a bit just in case somebody I know recognises it)
‘Dear Students,
It has come to the school board that anxiety is prevalent within our school community. To improve this issue, we're initiating a program to increase public speaking confidence. In which, all your current and future writing assignments will be performed as a speech and/or presentation to further improve our student’s confidence’
Because of this absolute banger of an idea (thank you, deputy principal), have three speeches. One on Thursday, another one in 3 weeks and another in 4 weeks. I haven’t spoken in front of people in about five years and whenever I’m asked to read aloud in class, I literally can’t breathe and start shaking uncontrollably.
I have no idea what to do. I’m 16 years old and I’ve been freaking out about these speeches since the email dropped. Now that one of them is so close I’m actually breaking down. I want to tell a teacher or something but I’m scared shitless of confrontation and genuinely so embarrassed about it. Everyone in my class is so confident and I panic at even the thought of reading out loud.
I want to take something to calm me down but my mother doesn’t believe in ‘anxiety’. She reckons it’s a ‘load of bollocks’ and that I’m ‘overthinking the whole thing’, and once I get up on the stage I’ll just magically relax or something. I told her I literally might have a panic attack but she thinks I’m ‘too young to be having problems’ and just being dramatic.
I have a friend (bless her) that bursts into tears whenever she goes up to the present and everyone is pretty much used to it atp, so when she does it’s not a big deal. I asked her for advice and she says that she tells herself to ‘stop being a wuss’ and get over herself. She tells me it makes her feel worse so if someone makes fun of her, the words they say is not as bad as what she tells herself. I think she might be a masochist so I’m not sure if I should take her advice.
My other friend told me to just start crying/panicking in front of everyone and then they’ll understand to never make me read aloud again. I’m lowkey considering it just to prove that I do have problems and need help. But (let’s be real), I don’t think I’d be able to handle being in that class with the same people during the aftermath of my breakdown.
To make things worse, one of the speeches I have is for a subject called ‘society and culture’ and I basically have to yap about my interests for 6 minutes without palm cards or anything. This whole assignment is worth 40% of my overall grade and the teachers are judging us purely on our confidence, eye contact and how engaging we are.
My teacher was talking about anxiety and if you can’t present, you have to get a doctor’s certificate confirming you have actual speech issues and you’ll just present in front of just one teacher instead of the whole class. And like I said, my mother doesn’t believe in anxiety and pretty much hates doctors.
I’ve tried everything to try and help me relax, but nothing is working. Breathing techniques make me more anxious and heart rate quicken even worse.
Am I fucked? Any advice??

This has gone far enough. Strange way to end the night. We think my little sister (13f) stole our mom’s phone. Btw my sister already has a nice phone and she just got an iPad for Christmas. My mom has like 3 phones, her new one which is her main one and old two phones. Anywho, they’re all in sync so when she gets a call all 3 of the phones ring. Apparently, she left one of the phones on her bed and when she left the room it was gone. She tried calling it, her other two phones rang but not the other one. She walked around the house in hopes of hearing it but nothing. She even came in my room and asked me if I had it. I didn’t. She pinged all her phones and went on the Find my app and it said that the phone was still in the house. This means that whoever took the phone had shut it off which is the reason it didn’t ring. My mom never has any of her phones off. Back to the part of my is her being a thief. She is, I don’t care if my family doesn’t like me calling her that, she is. Back in elementary school when slime was popular she stole this girl’s slime even though she had her own and lied about it. My grandmother found out and made her give it back to the girl. Another time, maybe about 3-4 years ago we all had this app called “Greenlight” it’s basically cashapp for kids but the parent could see everyone’s wallet and give money. This girl took my grandmother’s phone and cleared my saving’s account. I had about $25 I didn’t touch. When I went on there I saw my money way gone. Keep in mind, you can see everyone’s account history like when money was put in and out. I check my history it says my grandma took money out of my account. But she was sleeping and this had just happened. So I check my grandmas account and find that she had taken money out of my account. Then it says she took (insert amount of money taken out of my account) and placed it in my sister’s account. I check to see if I get it back….the money was gone. I check her history….this girl just ordered a phone charger off door dash. :/ I remeber when I told my grandma she had a talk with my sister and that’s it. She told her not to do it again and got me back my money. Basically letting her off. She’s too nice for her own good. Another time I was laying in bed, I had my phone under my pillowcase on the charger. I hear my door open and my sister starts calling my name. I didn’t respond and pretended to be asleep. Keep in mind, my wallet is under my pillow too. This girl starts slowing sliding her hand under my pillow and grabs my wallet. I sprung up so fast and asked her what she thought she was doing and she said she need (insert the over $20+ amount she asked for) and I told her “no.” She had already gotten her own allowance and chose to spend it poorly. She stormed off. Then another time, she had stolen $20 from my grandmother using this same app and keep in mind we can see the history. It says that our grandma sent her $20. She didn’t. She tried to lie and say she didn’t know how it got there. She just got a gentle talk and my grandma sent myself and my other sister $20 each since our little sister got to get $20. Much like the current situation I remember one day a couple years ago I was cleaning my room. I had just made my bed. My bedding was all black so my white AirPods case is obviously visible. It was on the charger on my bed. I leave the room come back it’s gone. That whole day I’m stressed out I can’t find them. I get on some kind of search app and this app made it to where the closer you were to the missing device the louder it started beeping and pointing a compass. Every time I got close to her room it got more intense and further away it died down. Okay, so I know it’s in her room and I confront her, her room is a hot mess impossible to find anything. I show her the evidence and tell her I know it’s here but she denies. I end up finding another set of AirPods which belonged to my mother (yes she also stole our mothers AirPods and our mother had been looking for them for weeks) and they were working just fine she why’d she take mine? Sorry, I’m fuming just writing this out. Anyway, she did what she always does after a while, she somehow snuck into my room and planted them in one of the shoes I wear everyday like they were there the whole time. :/ she’s also planted our other sisters phone in a clothing basket once. Anyway, this girl stays stealing. She’s always stealing our clothes and our stuff and our moms stuff and peoples money. One day mom got on the phone with her dad and told him to come get his thieving child and put my sister on the phone and yall guess what she told her dad. :/ She told this man that everything she had belonged to her and that she couldn’t never have nothing because everyone was always stealing her things so she didn’t have anything….girl….oh ya guys I didn’t mention that she’s a compulsive liar? I fear this results from her never being held accountable for her actions growing up and always getting her way. Sorry, I just had to say something. What do we do about this girl?

Keep in mind, this is primarily from 2022, just touches on some 2020/21 and current date. Ages not shared bc idk if I want to share them yet (with exceptions)
Also, this is an Alt acc since much of my family has reddit
I, currently 15, at the time 12, used to have a VERY strong relationship with my grandma. We hung out as if we were BFF's and our emotional connection was very strong. This was mostly because my mom and step mom was busy a lot, and I only go to my dads house every once in a while.
To give some background, 2020 to 2021 my parents and just family in general wasnt doing the best. We had 2 family members, including my grandpa pass away, 1 pet pass away, my parents were having issues due to one thinking the other was cheating (Idk all details and not my thing to share, relationship still stands today without that relationship issue sooo), my grandma broke her back, and probably more things I dont remember.
Anyways, this takes place after my grandma's recovery, grandpa's celebration of life, a bunch of legal stuff, etc. In the start of 2022, my parents were still having relationship issues, very badly. So much to the point that my mom talked to me about what would happen if my step mom decided to leave. I have an open relationship with my step mom and mom, and my step mom has been apart of most my life so she would likely not just leave entirely, but obviously things would change.
During this time though, my brother was lying a bunch. Every child has a point they lie a lot and need to be gone senseless so they stop, I jusy had mine at a Muuuuch younger age so it was quicker and less important stuff. In this case my brother stole a very important heirloom from my grandma that used to be my grandpas. He lied a lot about it from where he got it, to what it was. Now, why is this important? Some of the responses that was given by my parents, this includes my mom, step mom, and dad of things like: my brother will be sent to Juvy, or threatening putting up for adoption, or calling police for theft because the item was REALLY expensive.
Now I think that was overboard even now looking at it. Like the way they said it, you could tell they were just trying to get into my brothers head to not lie, but still, that wasn't morally ok with me then or now. Also, not like they didn't get the item back-.
See, this actually made me want to have time away from the house, so I asked to spend to night with my grandma like I had many times before. Just me, not my brother. While there, I told her what they had said, and even things they had done to me, with to this day i still believe to be mentally abusive, such as calling me things like idiot, stupid, cursing at me about things, yelling about petty things (no joke, they have yelled because there was a single drop of syrup infront of the microwave on the floor not picked up), and more. A lot was without context though or downplaying what I did to make them mad. Note: my parents do realize things here or there and does apologize, and they mean my actions were stupid or idiotic, but doesn't mean they say it at that moment, they correct it later and sometimes dont correct it.
Now a bit more context: when I was a very young kid, the main 3 punishments I got was either Standing in the corner for often hours, standards (writing the same line again and again for blank amoumt kf pages), or spankings (belt or hand to the butt). Now, that sounds bad, especially the spankings, but keep in mind that one parent came from mentally abusing parents, the other came from an abusive family for the most part, and both were grown up being given spankings. They RARELY give spankings, and for that now, I have to royally piss them off. Anyways, those punishments seem to have actually gave me an automatic reaction to freeze when either parent is yelling at me, (trauma, were literally meaning 3 forms of punishment that hurt for at the time about a decade, now over a decade) so I tend to not argue back. Anyways, to the point, I told my grandma about these punishments too.
When I said this all, I asked my grandma to not share it with anyone. Now obviously that didn't happen given that mental abuse isn't ok to any of our family (my parents didnt quite understand that's mental abuse as they had ok'ed it in there mind beforehand with anger)
The issue is she waited till my birthday. See my step mom at the time is the main person I mentioned to my grandma since she and I at the time had a smaller relationship than with my mom since she generally gives punishments and I didnt notice my mom had just as much to do with my punishments as she did. It painted my step mom as a bad guy and my grandma wanted to do something.
So on my birthday, she decided to yell at my step mom (my grandma definitely had a thing to drink that day btw, she was an alcoholic. Also, my step mom rarely sees my grandma, then or now) about how she was treating me. My dad escorted me, my brother, my friend, and any other children in the house to the front porch and gave us a thing to do. I obviously decided to listen in a bit, but best thing I know is my grandma said stuff in a REALLY bad way.
Now, this point of the story, I would say me being an AH is iffy. My issue is even to this day, this one event, along with how my grandma treated my mom growing up a little, and how my grandma defines love as; "you dont love me if you dont help me work on things" (to put simple, my grandma is a functioning alcoholic, and a narcissist) has basically ruined my mom and step moms relationship with my grandma. My grandma actually recently went to the hospital due to falling on the blacktop of her street and I cant help but feel my mom not going to the hospital and staying home is my fault. (Its serious enough she is having surgery) My mom did still go out and help her get stuff to go to the hospital, but then came back, and when she got back my step mom said she was proud of my mom for now feeling the need to stay. I know there is more to the story that I don't know but the previous time when she broke her back, before I mentioned things to my grandma, that once it got to my parents made them purposefully distance themselfs, me, and my brother from our grandma, mom literally stayed for a few nights, she even had my grandma move in to our house till she recovered. Yet now she doesn't even go up to the hospital for any reason other than my great grandma wants to go and see her.
If you want more details as I probably forgot some, please ask. I will likely do follow ups and more stuff as this is only one piece of issues in my family. But I still want to know positive, negative, and neutral reply's. AITA

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

Honestly I don't even know if those are real abilities or if I'm just hallucinating. When I was 16 I bought my first tarot deck, got into it and when I did readings for people or myself, the cards where correct 80 or 90% of the time. Then I started with a pendulum, I was at my boyfriends house and I felt someone laying down on the bed every night, it felt like a presence. One day I sat down and started asking questions. After the questions I found out that his great grandma died in their house(I didn't even know that) and that she has unresolved family problems that she's holding on to. I asked his mum and she told me that everything I said was right and that they had a bad relationship to her before she died. Second time I did this was at my friend's house. He told me that his electric was going crazy and things fell off from tables etc. I peddled again, turned out it was his dead aunt trying to reconnect to them (she died from a drug overdose and him and his family were the only ones that showed her love etc) I got into meditation and It all went well, full on body relaxation when I first meditated, but as I did it more, I started seeing visions from people dying in my house, when I woke up I felt dizzy and layed down again, the visions flashing and I heard the screams as if I was really there and it scared the shit out of me.. That was the the time I stopped practicing anything spiritual besides my cards, but I somehow always feel drawn to spirituality, mother nature and the deities. On the one hand, I admire those abilities, but on the other hand, I am scared and want to push them away, but people always come towards me for a tarot reading or cleansing since they almost always told the truth. I have never felt so peaceful in my life like when I practiced those things, but at the same time I've never encountered such scary things in my life. I don't know what to do or if it was just luck or imagination. I need advice.

One of my biggest problems has been that I have creative ideas, song ideas, and directorial vision but lack team members who can help with my technical vision/technical side of things. I need individuals who are just as obsessive, passionate, and possess a renaissance-like ideal toward the project to see it through to fruition. I value vision and the final output above anything else! I'm looking for people who can initially start off with hobby/passion projects without thinking of it as "labor," focusing on the idea and passion instead. Is there anyone here who'd be up for forming a close-knit, loyal group to create indie music, indie folk, and indie electronic music about emotions, situations, life, people, relationships, and the intricate nuances of emotions? If you consider yourself kind, compassionate, empathetic, and sensitive, let's team up! Interested people from different parts of the world are welcome, as I enjoy remote collaboration.
About me: I'm a nerd, Swiftie, English major (with a Master's in English), love writing, and enjoy collaborative and remote working!

One of my biggest problems has been that I have creative ideas, song ideas, and directorial vision but lack team members who can help with my technical vision/technical side of things. I need individuals who are just as obsessive, passionate, and possess a renaissance-like ideal toward the project to see it through to fruition. I value vision and the final output above anything else! I'm looking for people who can initially start off with hobby/passion projects without thinking of it as "labor," focusing on the idea and passion instead. Is there anyone here who'd be up for forming a close-knit, loyal group to create indie music, indie folk, and indie electronic music about emotions, situations, life, people, relationships, and the intricate nuances of emotions? If you consider yourself kind, compassionate, empathetic, and sensitive, let's team up! Interested people from different parts of the world are welcome, as I enjoy remote collaboration.
About me: I'm a nerd, Swiftie, English major (with a Master's in English), love writing, and enjoy collaborative and remote working!

One of my biggest problems has been that I have creative ideas, song ideas, and directorial vision but lack team members who can help with my technical vision/technical side of things. I need individuals who are just as obsessive, passionate, and possess a renaissance-like ideal toward the project to see it through to fruition. I value vision and the final output above anything else! I'm looking for people who can initially start off with hobby/passion projects without thinking of it as "labor," focusing on the idea and passion instead. Is there anyone here who'd be up for forming a close-knit, loyal group to create indie music, indie folk, and indie electronic music about emotions, situations, life, people, relationships, and the intricate nuances of emotions? If you consider yourself kind, compassionate, empathetic, and sensitive, let's team up! Interested people from different parts of the world are welcome, as I enjoy remote collaboration.
About me: I'm a nerd, Swiftie, English major (with a Master's in English), love writing, and enjoy collaborative and remote working!

One of my biggest problems has been that I have creative ideas, song ideas, and directorial vision but lack team members who can help with my technical vision/technical side of things. I need individuals who are just as obsessive, passionate, and possess a renaissance-like ideal toward the project to see it through to fruition. I value vision and the final output above anything else! I'm looking for people who can initially start off with hobby/passion projects without thinking of it as "labor," focusing on the idea and passion instead. Is there anyone here who'd be up for forming a close-knit, loyal group to create indie music, indie folk, and indie electronic music about emotions, situations, life, people, relationships, and the intricate nuances of emotions? If you consider yourself kind, compassionate, empathetic, and sensitive, let's team up! Interested people from different parts of the world are welcome, as I enjoy remote collaboration.
About me: I'm a nerd, Swiftie, English major (with a Master's in English), love writing, and enjoy collaborative and remote working!

I work at a small publication with 3 other writers, including another senior staff member (SSM), who does the editing. I do the writing. There's no HR.
For context, I was hired by the editorial director (ED) about six months ago, with the intention of broadening the appeal of the magazine (which is very niche). ED hired me, because I have 10+ years of experience as an editowriter at big name pubs (think Vogue, the Atlantic, the New Yorker, etc.). I only mention this, because SSM has been the most difficult, nitpicky editor I've had by MILES. It's honestly baffling that I'm currently working on a seventh edit for SSM when I've never gotten more than three rounds of edits for literal cover stories.
The strange thing is that we're genuinely friendly! However, other people have noticed that he's overly critical with me though, and they've told me they're confused by his behavior, because he's usually a pretty lax editor. I had to loop in the ED once, because SSM keeps trying to nuke my pieces. He gets hung up on the smallest detail, but, in his mind, they're big enough to undermine the entire piece and have it shelved altogether. Every round of edits, he'll invent a new micro-problem. At this point, it feels like he just doesn't want any of my work to ever see the light of day.
I've published very little in the past several months, and it's really taken a toll on my mental health. I'm stressed, self-conscious about my work, and feel like I'm just not good at my job. The only reason I haven't quit is because this job is a stable source of monthly income, and there are pretty much zero other places with a similar position. I'm at my wits end though and even recently mentioned this to ED, who offered to speak with SSM, though I doubt it would be effective. ED actually relies on SSM a lot and 99% of the time trusts his judgment, because SSM has been here the longest, so SSM is probably a little territorial. But I know from our coworkers that SSM also takes critique very poorly and has a vindictive streak, especially if he thinks you've gone over his head...so it would definitely make our working relationship way worse. I'm also concerned, because I'm unsure of how this situation can be fixed, given that he's the only one senior enough to edit me. Given his tenure, logically, I'd be the more likely one to get fired, right? Is there any other way to go about this? Especially knowing that he'd just deny everything if I talked to him about it?

some backstory before I get into what actually happened: my friend (22F) has been dating her partner (24M) on and off since high school. they have always been quite toxic but neither of them had physically cheated (as far as any of our friends were aware of). there has been “emotional” cheating on his side before but my friend always went back to him (which i do understand trauma bonds so I can’t completely blame her for that)
fast forward to last weekend. I was out at a bar for another friends birthday (doesn’t know my friend in question). i’ll call the friend who’s birthday it was Ella and the friend the post is about Sarah.
Ella’s sister ended up getting picked up early that night by… Sarah’s boyfriend….. when he came into the bar to get Ella’s sister he went full white and pleaded with me not to tell Sarah as he had told Sarah he was away for the weekend for work. Pretty much found out he had been sleeping with Ella’s sister for a few months now (as she was not sober one bit and let it all out)
Ella nor her sister know Sarah well and have never seen what her boyfriend looked like. Obviously I called Sarah straight away as soon as Ella’s sister went home with him. Sarah was crying and accusing me of lying and making up a story to get her to leave her boyfriend.
The story ends with Sarah rocking up to her boyfriend’s house, seeing Ella’s sister in bed with her boyfriend, leaving and blocking me on all social media/ my number. Sarah seriously thinks I somehow got Ella’s sister to sleep with her boyfriend. I’m not really sure if she actually believes that or if her boyfriend had convinced her of that.
I have tried to reach out to Sarah but nothing until today. Sarah called me on No Caller ID to thank me for ruining her relationship and her life all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and listen to her boyfriend who was only trying to protect her feelings. Apparently her boyfriend wasn’t cheating but now doesn’t trust Sarah as she showed up to her house.
I fear she is most likely in an abusive relationship (which I guess she is now out of because he wants nothing to do with Sarah since she caught him with Ella’s sister) but I can’t help but feel guilty for all of this, and the fact I lost a long time friend over what I thought was the right thing to do.
Is there anything I should say to Sarah, or do I just cut my losses and take it as a lesson for next time not to get involved in other people’s relationships?
Thank you guys.

My spiritual awakening was so fricken intense and it almost killed me - a few times, one time I did die or at least my ego died and I became one with everything in existence in a giant cosmic ball of chaos and order then slowly I integrated my experiences and became awake, and then I realised that I am never truly awake, because the more awake you become the more reality becomes a dream. Its paradoxical in nature and its beautiful and its messy and it makes no sense but nothing has ever made more sense. I have now surrendered to the divine, to push and pull, to ebb and flow, like the movement of the tide. Backwards and forwards, and sometimes side to side haha - our number one job on this planet, from my perspective, is to learn yourself and how to love yourself and what you love and then do and be that unapologetically, those you stick stick those who don't, were not meant to - everything happens exactly as its meant to and all you have to do is love, dance, sing, laugh, create, share and enjoy.
Remember that even though you are also your mind you are not your mind and that the only thing that you can control is your reaction to emotions, feeling and thoughts. You are mainly the observer. You can observe but whether you attach to a thought, feeling or emotion is completely up to you. Let them control you and your life will be a hell. Conquer them and you are in heaven.
Creating your own personal connection with the most high or the creator of all creators is what I recommend, whatever you want to call God, basically God is the giver of life and of energy, so if you lack energy - you are lacking connection to source energy. Clear up your pathway to source and you have unlimited energy and source love flowing your way, infinitely. You essentially are a extension of source so you have a direct line to source energy if you allow yourself access. Speak to God like a person, like yourself because in someway God is you, but a higher version of you and harness the power of God in your life to do Gods work, like bake a cake for your loved ones birthday or give a flower to a stranger.
You are also all evil and darkness not just love and light, this is a hard one for most to accept but if you get past it then you can truly confront your shadows and be like, " hey man, lets do better, i am not trying to hide anything, i want to be better and I want to understand my shadow and why it is the way it is" and then fear subsides, as fear (your shadow) is only love wearing a mask, to teach you how to love deeper...
You are only falling if there is a bottom - if there is no bottom, then you are flying - Goodluck on your journey of learning to soar, all the love <3

I just started retail pharmacy at Wags and I would like to take a moment to apologize for ever thinking that I would have a positive experience working retail. It made me realize how rude and disrespectful people can truly be.
Things I hate:
When people reach over the counter to grab their medication that hasn’t been paid for or verified yet so they can "see what it is". IS WHAT I TOLD YOU NOT ENOUGH??!! I am telling you everything the prescription would say! Why on earth do you need to look at it??
Asking people if they want vaccines. Especially the antivaxxers and the old people. They get so offended when I ask and my pharmacist got mad at me for not asking them. Like why put all this extra stress on workers?? If they really wanted vaccines they would’ve just gotten it from their primary care doctor.
The look patients give me when I tell them it’s gonna be a 30 minute wait. No ma’am this isn’t a fast food restaurant we have other things to do besides fill your medication. This also applies to people that come in like 30 min before we close and act like we are there to serve them beyond closing time.
People who refuse to leave the drive thru or circle back around. Like I’m sorry if your doctor just called in your medication it’s still gonna be a 20 min wait regardless if you come back around or wait by the drive thru.
When they ask us to call the insurance on their behalf. I’m not gonna take out time of my day and work to do something you can do and are capable of. Find out why you have a deductible or why it isn’t being covered. Not my problem or responsibility. (This obviously doesn’t include stuff like verification, authorizations etc)
When the patients whose doctors called in prescriptions, come in and the doctor hasn’t called it in yet. Why are you getting mad at me?? Talk to your doctor about it not me I don’t write prescriptions. These patients especially act so entitled and rude.
The patients who get so irritated and annoyed when I try to confirm their information more than once and ask again what their DOB or name is. I’m sorry I’m not here to memorize your information so stop acting like I inconvenienced you greatly if I ask for your information more than once.
People who come in the drive thru for multiple prescriptions. Bonus if they want to change and add insurance/GoodRx on each one too. Come inside and pick them up for godsakes. And then the patients in the drive thru after complain how long the car in front of them took. It piles on so much.
I have so much more but this is all I wanted to say for now. If you feel like you relate or have more to add on definitely comment what you are thinking!

Hey guys, this sucks really bad and I'm hoping to get some help with it. A week ago I tripped over a pile of rebar on city property, fell and hit my head on a steep ditch. That afternoon I went to the doctors and was diagnosed with a concussion and hernia. Yesterday, I went for a hearing check, was diagnosed with tinnitus and had my vision checked and my left eye is severely injured, I don't want to get into specifics but it drifts and is extremely blurry to the point I have to close it to wrote my post otherwise I cannot see anything. The eye doctor told me to wait for my concussion symptoms to clear up before doing anything as it may or may not improve, but he said it is most likely permanent. My hernia requires surgery, I cannot work my job due to the concussion and hernia (tower climber) and am missing out on wages. I live with parents so it's not like I have rent or bills to pay but I am still missing out on wages.
My concussion symptoms are terrible and the worst that I've ever had for a concussion. I can barely think straight and am even having a hard time writing this post. I am 20 and live in Manitoba within a town of about 6000 people. The city had multiple complaints and requests to take down the rebar and clean their mess over 5 years. Nothing changed. It was always a big hazard.
I'm just wondering what I should do for my next step. I've documented everything so far, just need to know if I should go through a lawyer, or contact the city myself, and if so what do I need to do if I do it myself? Other good info would be if this is just a low value kind of compensation I would be getting or is it on the higher end? Obviously it will come down to whether or not I hire a lawyer, and my specific circumstances. Also how long do these things usually take? And should I contact the city for compensation after I get better or before?

I (39f) sent my mother (Rita) a FB message telling her I needed to go No Contact for a month with very little detail.
The dynamic with Rita went awry several years ago after dealing with her opioid addiction, the roles kind of reversed and I felt more like the parent.
Rita got clean shortly after dating an old co-worker (while still married); after separating from her husband, she told me that she couldn't afford an apartment; I offered to move with her, to split the rent and even bought her a bed, living room furniture and a kitchenette. I had high hopes we'd start getting along more.
Rita insisted I meet her new guy (Clint) again, but this time as an adult. Let me preface this by saying, 10 year old me was in the right to "accidentally" spit chocolate milk at this guys face while he told me a joke.
He was creepy and tried too hard then and still does now.
I visited her new at Clint's place and while there he would (jokingly) make comments about wanting to see me in a bikini or me seeing him in a speedo. He would tell me he loves me 10-20 times within 5 minutes and joke about leaving Rita for me when she was within ear shot; she never said anything to him about these.
During quick polite goodbye hugs he would hold it for too long and try to kiss my neck, I continuously pulled my shoulders up to cover my neck and try to get away but he'd kiss my neck or ear. I told both of them numerous times I was not comfortable with it and after 4 visits and numerous complaints to my mom, it finally stopped but he labelled me as an ice queen.
Rita was making my nephew a birthday dinner and Clint came over to our house. He slapped my ass and cupped his hand before removing it; my nephew was outraged (so was I) and Rita laughed when she heard about it.
Before I moved back to my home town, I went to visit my mom and Clint with my dog, Buddy. Clint's son (Wes) was over and I felt safe coming back over for dinner because his son is a good guy; big mistake.
While I was sitting there listening to music with Rita and Wes, Clint comes back into the living room and sits on my lap and starts 'wiggling' around inappropriately- I told him to stop but he keeps doing it, I demand he stops and try to shove him off of me and he laughed; but he wasn't the only one laughing, Rita was too. I stared at her for 3 seconds and she dragged him off of me. I stood up, he sat down and I rudely said "you're lucky I didn't kick you in the balls, I should have", his response was "oh really?!" then I replied that I should have and his response is that he was only joking around and how I need to take a joke. I had told him numerous times to stop and he flat out refused to and only wiggled more. Rita reached for his hand, still laughing and said how "silly' he was and how that's one thing she likes about him. I sat closer to Wes and was going to stay until I hear him address Buddy (my dog) and say "Hey Buddy, tell your mommy she needs to grow a sense of humor"; with that, I grabbed Buddy's leash, my purse and started to leave when he shouts out "Did I OFFEND you?!", I screamed back at him and slammed the door behind us.
I've told Rita that I don't feel comfortable with him around, especially while he's drinking; she tried to assure me that he'd never do anything to me but said she'd talk to him. I moved to another town and made it abundantly clear that I do not want anything to do with him. I will be civil for her benefit but he gives me the creeps and is incredibly inappropriate with everyone - his daughter has lost friends because of his actions before.
Rita came down a couple weeks ago and took Clint to her friends place then we went out for mother's day; she asked if I would mind if she picked him up to cut time off her trip home - I understood and said sure. TLDR, he forced his way into my new home after I said I was not inviting them both inside and she was informed that he is NOT welcome here.
Rita recently went to a friends, had a few drinks and drove home, I was incredibly worried and told her so, to which she responded aggressively saying that she isn't stupid.
She sent numerous aggressive voice messages on Facebook, I decided to stop responding then Clint texted me, strongly suggested that I reach out to her because she's upset. I responded by saying 'Friends don't let friends drink and drive' and ignored him too. His unread response was that "she only had 2, if she drank more, trust me, I would have cabbed it." The math wasn't mathing, she said that they stayed there for 3 hours; I had called 2 hours after they got home and she was smashed, she definitely had more than what they let on and I do not trust him or his judgement because he lost his license because of a DUI. The morning I went No Contact she sent me messages assuring me that she was fine and that she wouldn't drink and drive; I refrained from responding.
Three days of no contact , I call her and we are civilized but both on edge, our conversation was very brief but I wanted to reach out - she is my mother after all and I would ideally like to have a relationship with her.
I messaged Rita and told her I need to go No Contact for 30 days to work things out professionally and mentally. She facetimed me 3 times, called twice, messaged me on FB and left voice messages on both my answering machine and Facebook. Comments ranging from "No contact from me or everyone?", "I'm really worried about you" and "please call me back". I responded and said "This is not about you, this is about me, please respect my wishes".
Am I the asshole for not telling her exactly why, being upset that she's going to my inner circle to try and find out what's going on and not being able to let go of her past and current short comings?
I'm on a waitlist for a therapist because I would like to build a better relationship with her and let the resentment go. I don't expect her to change but I need resources and need to learn how to set effective boundaries to act as stepping stones for future healthier conversations and interactions and hope that this break will help release the tension.

Hi, I wasn't sure where to post this, so please let me know if there's a better sub for this, but I wanted to ask for multiple different opinions on this because I've been so confused about it. I might still be in denial? Hold on tight, this one is a doozy. And I'll probably delete it after a couple days or so.
So I was in an online relationship with this man for a couple years until we met in person in 2016, then married in 2019. I'm counting all 7 years as the whole relationship, but we were only married for 1. Some background information about him is he was abused as a kid. By his dad physically, and by his neighbor (SA). Now he was also in an accident involving a semitruck, which ruptured a couple disks in his back I believe? And this is why he told me he smoked marijuana. For his back, for medical reasons. I was ok with that. It was whatever. None of this seemed to truly bother him, so he seemed pretty easy going.
Fast forward to the marriage. (For informational purposes related to the story, I'm christian and don't believe in living with a man before marriage so I was unaware of a lot.) About 3 months in, he stops doing the marijuana and things go downhill fast. He only stopped because he knew I never really liked him smoking, but again, I was fine with it because his was for medical reasons. I told him this. He didn't want to smoke it again. Okay.
He starts taking up drinking instead to dowse the pain (he never went to the doctor for it and refused), but then some other issues started rising. He told me he wasn't drinking much, but I'd find empty bottles of alcohol stuffed into the couch, under the bed, behind the dresser, etc. It just didn't add up to the amount of times I saw him drinking. I told him we couldn't afford his alcohol, he kept buying it anyway.
Another point: I was the only one working and paying bills majority of the time. He couldn't hold a job and stayed home doing nothing I guess. No cleaning, no anything. I didn't know it was going to be like this before we got married. He seemed like he knew his priorities with saving money and getting bills paid and keeping things organized. That's what he told me anyway. But everything was always a mess when I got home and I was the only one making sure anything got paid.
Anyways, he also said he started seeing this... demon figure? Or something. In our apartment. It bothered him and freaked him out. I never saw it, but he'd sometimes see it in the closet or going from room to room or in the corner, and he even told me its name was Seth. One time we were arguing and he yelled out BEHIND me to "SHUT UP." And... to clarify... he made sure I knew he wasn't talking to me, but the thing behind me. There was no thing behind me. It was just us. So that periodically was happening through this entire ordeal.
Now when he started drinking, he started having these "episodes." They happened maybe once a week, once every other week? He seemed to get really frustrated about his past or something related to it, and he'd get so angry. So angry that he'd start punching things like the wall. And during these episodes he seemed like a completely different person. I NEVER saw anything close to this side of him before marrying him. Nobody warned me of this. None of his family. I didn't know what was going on. I'm not even sure if his family knows??? He just went on a rampage. I just tried my best to console him quietly for the longest time until he seemed somewhat normal again. Then he was ok in the morning again. These episodes only seemed to happen at night. Over the course of the next few months, these episodes only got more frequent to the point where they were happening pretty much every night (I think the alcohol just helps trigger it along) and more aggressive. I stayed around each time to try and calm him down, but it never really worked. So I just ended up losing sleep over it in the long run.
I mentioned several times that we/he should see a therapist or counseling or something, but he refused. He told me he was fine and that all he needed was me. He didn't believe in therapy... which sucked for me because he needed it majorly.
During these months while he was jobless, he'd find some way to fracture his fingers, whether it be punching a wall, or just... hitting something? Idk. I legit can't count how many times he had to put his fingers in splints. Idk if he was accident prone, or if he REALLY wanted to get out of finding a job, liked being the victim and getting me to feel sorry for him (which I did a LOT), or all of the above. He needed babying a lot, let me just say. When I said he needed a job to help me with the bills, he wanted me to come with him to this temp ageny place I went to to get a job, so I agreed. But every time I came home from work and asked to go, he said "tomorrow," or "next week." Always coming up with excuses of not feeling good or he fractured another finger, or something. Idk.
(Warning, sexual topic here) Another thing was happening during these months as well. During my sleep, he'd finger me in my sleep (and then proceed to try to put himself in me). At like 1am, when I had to get up at 4:30am to go to work and needed sleep (keep in mind, all his nightly episodes were ALSO happening still, so 1am is probably not too long after I ACTUALLY went to sleep. He kept me up a lot). I told him no several times but he wouldn't stop. This happened multiple times. I was exhausted. His excuse? "You were wet." Yes, because my body naturally reacted to stimulation. It took maybe 5-10 minutes or so until he gave up.
(More sexual topic) Whenever we DID have sex was fine. But obviously there were times where he wanted it and I didn't, and when I did and he didn't. The issue came when he wanted it and I didn't. If I said no, I had to say no several times. And eventually he'd stop. Everything. Stop cuddling, stop talking, stop everything, turn his back to me and just... lay there silently. The cold shoulder. Idk what else to call this but it seriously hurt. I didn't treat him that way. If he didn't want to, I'd accept it and stay cuddling. Over time this really messed with my thinking on whether or not he really loved me or just wanted to use me as a live in sex doll.
I made all the excuses in the book for his actions. His past abuse for one. I guess I felt like he needed me? Or I couldn't leave him? Idk.
There was one night where I stayed up for 5 hours straight, from 10pm to 3am, trying to stop him from punching holes in the walls. I stayed up trying to help him so often, it wore me out to the point where sex was off the table completely for aboouutt the last 4 months of our marriage I believe. I was drained mentally and physically. Frankly I was losing my emotional attachment to him. Then he started claiming I was cheating, because I didn't want sex with him, so I had to be "getting it from somewhere." Lol I went to work and came home. What cheating?
Also, suicidal thoughts. He had those too. He'd say things like "I don't deserve you. I'm better off not here. You deserve so much more. I'm a failure." frequently. I reassured him every time. Eventually I got tired of this too.
Towards the end I was speaking seriously with him. I bluntly told him things would need to change and he'd need a therapist or I'd be divorcing him. And I wouldn't throw that word around if I didn't mean it. I was on my last straw because I couldn't help him and he was dragging me down into depression avenue too and making me lose tons of sleep on top of everything. He didn't take my words seriously.
The last night that made me leave was the worst. Now, it started off with me going to bed because I had work in the morning. He wanted sex again. Surprise surprise. I said no, I need to sleep. He went quiet for a minute. My anxiety went up because I felt like something was going to happen, and sure enough....... he suddenly pops off the bed and says he can destroy his Pokémon cards to prove his love. What kind of insanity is that?
Firstly, this is the 3rd time he'd attempt to destroy his cards. Secondly, I knew how much they meant to him so I stopped him from doing that both times before. Thirdly, haha these were original Pocket Monster backed cards. Yay. Fourth... I didn't give a crap anymore and let him destroy them. He took them out of the closet and to the bathtub. He just submerged them all in water. I finally got out of bed and went "here we go again..." and went to go watch him so he wouldn't hurt himself. Idk. I couldn't stop him. I was dead tired.
After he successfully ruined all the cards, it's like a switch flipped and he was suddenly yelling "what did I do?!?!" Over and over again. He was in the tub with the cards and was throwing the cards up in the air. He was angry with himself.
This was around 12am. He decides to throw the cards in a trash bag and take them out to the dump at the front of the complex... now. Like he couldn't wait. (I also want to mention I hated when he stayed up later than I did because he always forgot to lock the doors even if I reminded him, so I always felt like I had to stay up. I woke up one morning with our porch door just... open. Not even closed. I couldn't trust it after that.) He also mentioned offing himself again, and then stuffed one of our glocks in his pocket while taking the bag (yes, stupid to have guns in this situation, I know). He claimed it was for protection while he went to the trash. While I believed that, I wasn't going to chance anything, so I managed to get the gun from his pocket and unload it. Then I quickly stashed it next to mine on my side of the bed.
Obviously he wanted to get it back, so I was wrestling him the whole way. Managed to keep him from it, so he got angry and punched the wall behind me, causing his knuckles to bleed. (This triggered me because by this point, I already cleaned up his blood numerous times before. Walls and my shirt because he flung his hand and it sprayed both) So I start crying and asking to take him to the bathroom to clean him up so I don't have to clean up anything else. I was tired, I wanted to go to bed and sleep so I could just get up for work. He refused, but I managed to push him there. Where... he proceeded to fling his hand and the blood splattered across the bathroom wall instead. sigh
This is when we hear a knock at the door and "POLICE." The neighbors called in domestic violence on us because we were so loud. I never had any run ins with police, so I got scared to open the door, but he opened it. I stood beside him. I had blood on my shirt from him pushing me aside and he had blood on him obviously. It didn't look good.
The police asked if they could come in and it was like another switch flipped in my ex's head (because he never acted like this around anybody else but me) so he started acting almost normal again instead of whatever his hysteria was. He told them it was completely fine and they didn't have to come in. But in that moment, my ex scared me so bad by that one flip of his personality that I told the police to come in. I was just glad to be able to speak to someone sane.
When they questioned us, they quickly realized I was the only one capable of answering their questions coherently and spoke with us separately. Eventually it ended with them waiting for me to gather my things and walking me out to my car so I could drive to my parent's house. Meanwhile my ex legit told the police "it's your fault we're separating." And I just told him that it wasn't, and walked out.
He later claims the police had to hold him back from going after me but I never saw this and don't know how true it is after his lies. He lied about his bills to me over the phone when we were still online dating. He also held back information about "almost sleeping with a random woman" when we were online dating. They "got naked" and "didn't do anything" and claims he didn't know we were dating at the time, but still felt guilty about it and told me about it after we got married?? Idk. And I still forgave him on the spot. Maybe that stuff doesn't matter so much, but still. Yes, I got tested. Clear.
I never went back. I was too scared. I still don't know what to make of it to this day because a lot of things were nonsense (a lot of craziness still left out, but this was the main stuff). I realize his past may play a major part of this, but I still feel messed up from it. (Yes I probably need to go to a therapist myself, but I've also doing forms of positive self therapy exercises as well for the time being until I can actually go. I'm MUCH happier now, don't worry.)
What are your opinions on this, if you actually made it this far? I'm just struggling to call it abuse maybe because he was abused himself? Or was this even abuse? What are your outside perspectives on it?
Tl;dr: Abused ex husband becomes enraged at night, punching holes in walls, causing me to lose sleep and sanity.

Hi everyone,
I want to share my experience here since I wanted to know if other people have faced similar issues after moving to Munich. I moved here 4 months ago from Scandinavia and I rent a studio (35m2) near Olympia Park. The hot rent is high (1200 EUR) in my opinion but I had limited options since I wasn't able to come and check places. The contract is for 6 months minimum.
I am writing this message since I have several problems with the apartment since moving, motion activated lights going on/off every 2 minutes for 3-4 days (in a studio apartment which makes it very hard to sleep), no warm water in the afternoon for shower, I cannot access my letterbox for 3 weeks.
They have a concierge were you can report things, but if you don't go again and again and complaint or email the company several times they don't do anything. For the light for example, they told me they have more pressing items to fix and I asked them how to turn off the light power at the fuse box and they didn't even know to help me with this. I ended up almost fighting with the concierge since they were acting like I am wasting their time.
Is this a common experience in Germany regarding problems in the apartments? I feel spoiled from Sweden since my old housing company would take maximum 1-2 days to fix anything. And if not they will be in constant contact on the progress. Here I feel that they don't even care.

Hello!
I am a 25-year-old advanced role player looking for new partners. I have a passion for creating detailed and immersive stories, and I am excited to find like-minded individuals who are just as committed to developing engaging narratives.
I role play on Discord only as it is the app that suits me best, providing a seamless and interactive experience. However, I am open to trying out Reddit if we click and find that it enhances our storytelling dynamic.
I am only looking for partners who role play in third person. This perspective allows for a more comprehensive view of our characters' thoughts, emotions, and actions, leading to richer and more nuanced interactions.
I am only looking for advanced lit partners. I appreciate detailed descriptions, well-developed characters, and complex plotlines. If you enjoy crafting multi-paragraph responses and delving deep into your character's psyche, we will be a great match.
In OOC, please be respectful. I value clear communication and boundaries. I don’t want to be more than friends and partners as I have a relationship and life away from the screen. Let's keep our interactions friendly and focused on creating an amazing story together.
I am pretty much available to write all day apart from some weekends. My schedule is quite flexible, allowing me to respond frequently and keep the story moving forward. I will, however, need to step away occasionally for commitments, particularly on weekends.
The Scene:
Jessica had always been the type to keep to herself, her unlucky love life and underlying misery masked by a thin veneer of normalcy. Her flatmate, X, was the complete opposite. Bubbly, happy-go-lucky, and perpetually cheerful, X seemed to have it all figured out. Despite their differences, they had developed a comfortable rhythm over the past nine months of living together. There was only one odd thing that Jessica had noticed: X was extremely secretive about her bedroom, never letting Jessica inside.
Jessica had shrugged it off at first, convinced there was nothing to worry about. But as time went on, she couldn’t help but let silly ideas creep into her head. What was X hiding in there? The curiosity gnawed at her, a persistent itch she couldn’t scratch. Her mind would wander to that locked door late at night, spinning wild theories about what could be inside. She tried to dismiss these thoughts, reminding herself that everyone has their private moments and secrets, but the mystery lingered, growing stronger each day.
Then, one day, when X had gone to work, Jessica saw the bedroom door ajar. The temptation was too strong to resist. She slipped into X’s room, heart pounding with a mix of guilt and excitement. The room looked normal at first glance—bed neatly made, a TV in the corner, typical decorations. But as Jessica's eyes scanned the space, they landed on the closet. Her curiosity took over, and she slowly opened it, expecting to find clothes and shoes. Instead, she was met with a sight that made her gasp.
The closet was filled with an array of toys, ropes, harnesses, latex, leather, gags, collars, and a plethora of BDSM equipment. It was a world she had never imagined X being a part of. In the corner, a brown envelope labeled “Private” caught her eye. Unable to resist, Jessica opened it and found Polaroids of X with various women, all tied up and engaged in intimate acts. Each photo was more shocking than the last.
As she flipped through the images, Jessica’s mind raced. She was so engrossed in the discovery that she didn’t hear X come home. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, sending a jolt of fear through her.
“Find something interesting?”
If you are interested, feel free to message me and we can work something out. I used X as the other character's name to allow my partners creative freedom over that role. Looking forward to hearing from you!

I haven't done web or app development in many years. My current career has nothing to do with it.
However, I have an idea I would like to implement, but I am a little bit confused about the best way to do it these days.
Server-side, in 2024 (back in the day I would have gone with PHP + MySQL on a random web hosting service), it seems like AWS Lambda + AWS DynamoDB + Node.js is one possible good way to go.
On the UI side, I basically want it to be easy to use this service from a phone. So, I guess a mobile website + Android App + iOS app would be ideal. I don't have a Mac so I can't make an iOS app. I'm not in the USA and have to use a proxy to download Android Studio, and I've already encountered issues with it and it seems like it's going to be a massive headache.
So, I figured I could do one of these 2024 moves which is to make a mobile website that, if I rely on certain libraries, could basically directly be exported into an Android App and iPhone app as well.
However, on the front end side, for making a mobile website + Android App + iPhone app where I don't have a Mac and live in a country where I need a proxy to access many normal Android things and it seems to cause issues, I'm not sure what the normal tech stack for this is. Ionic? React Native? React Native + React Native Expo? There are other toolkits like Onsen? I don't want to waste time writing a bunch of UI components from scratch for a mobile website - and THEN, even worse, having to rewrite them from scratch again for an Android app and iPhone app.
I'm also much more comfortable with web development in general than with Android development, and I have never even done iPhone development.
In the Ionic subreddit, someone mentioned "PWAs." I'm not too familiar with these, but if this basically just means making a mobile website that people can install and use as a regular app, then that potentially seems like a wonderful solution. (Note: this website/app may involve the user's location, camera, photo access, payments, creating an account)
Any advice?

So, i’m a native Russian speaker,and i am highly aware of the sound of the Russian accent, so i tried to do a lyrics interpretation considering the accent, and based on the interviews, the fact that they maybe weren’t that sober. So here goes nothing:
Fuck Fuck! Love is mine/lonely smile, drink awhile Closed out, i had to picture us We’re falling down, heavy hand(s) And it’s still hard to live it up A lot of words are useless now I’ll seek my ignorant peace Can’t sit/see side, wake up! Ah, it’s a mirror from the sky Busted/busy roads, empty streets In hyperrealism (they had only yellow leaves) And it’s somewhere hidden deadeep And you can never find it!
Today you’ll see, I’m back in your dreams! I’m so unkind, your heart is mine! I waste my time, i’m sure it’s alright You try to find some words in your mind
A lot of time, it’s alright Write a letter, it’s for sure Creating things not too hard But if i leave because of this From the evening, turn it up Until the dark i’ll be alright “There is nothing truly down”-the five words why!
Today you’ll see, I’m back in your dreams! I’m so unkind, your heart is mine! I waste my time, i’m sure it’s alright You try to find some words in your mind. Today you’ll see, I’m back in your dreams! I’m so unkind, your heart is mine! I waste my time, i’m sure it’s alright You try to find some sense in my eyes!

So I'm 28 years old. And I'm going on my first date ever this week. Yes, I know it's late in life and I know should've taken a step earlier at some point. But I think my speech impediment held me back so much with anxiety.
I usually am cool with conversation with friends and make sure to initiate topics to discuss. But for some reason, I'm truly getting nervous about this date, that I can't stop thinking about it. We're going to get coffee. From the fact that I wanna pay for both for us, which is basic, but I have to say that before she takes out her card at that moment.
And then starting topics to converse, since it isn't just about having a good conversation like with a friend, but also making sure this girl is attracted to the personality I'm showing. Then the added pressure to make sure she's interested in what I'm saying and isn't bored out.
I can attend interviews with lesser pressure mounted on me, cuz all they look for is objective answers so i can do my job. But this, this is different, it deals with a lot of other things to get romantically involved. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Fyi, I already told her I stutter.