Posting for my daughter who recently graduated from university and she wants to build her first pc. Up until now she's been using mobile tablet/laptop device with 3060 GPU. She's not a big gamer but does enjoy Minecraft and mods and wants to move to a desktop. Her specific mods work best with Nvidia GPU so that is a core requirement.
Beyond gaming on this build she will be doing some coding/compiling, maybe some 3D modeling/rendering stuff, etc. Her preferences are quiet (doesn't need to be "Silent" but aiming for not noisy, and prefer not to hear fans ramping up/down all the time). I'd prefer it not to be a power hog, efficiency is a preference of mine nothing extreme but leaning on quiet vs noisy and willing to spend a little extra to that end. Water cooling is something I do NOT want to mess with at this time. We will probably pair the build with 2x 27" QHD 144Hz monitors but they do not need to be spec'd out here.
Budget is ~$16xx all core elements (CPU, MB, RAM, Storage, GPU, Case, PSU, etc). We don't need to budget the peripherals, OS License, nor monitors. I prefer no-rebates in the budget. Budget is flexible within reason. We live in USA but nowhere near a Microcenter (maybe one coming later this year but not an option otherwise).
I am agnostic on AMD vs Intel, I personally run AMD but she's been using Intel for a few years so my first pass I've gone that route. 14700 Build
---Why I made some choices---
CPU: Picked Intel 14700 since it's 65W TDP and 20cores for $399. I figure it'll be fine for all above and should run a little more efficiently than the 14700K but perhaps that's simply a bios option in the K series to make it run at 65W TDP instead of 125W (I need to research)?
Motherboard: Picked MSI because I've had good luck lately with them. I'm open to other options but definitely want latest chipset for DDR5 and 4 memory slots for expansion later if desired. Don't need tons of fancy stuff, don't need many PCIe slots. Having more than one NVME is desired. Wifi is preferred but we'll run 1Gb ethernet to her room for this project.
GPU: Went with 4070 for extra RAM and approx price point. Otherwise could be swayed to go +/- depending on folks input here. Again, AMD series GPU's are not an option for this build.
Case: I picked one with RGB / Glass Panel and an optional Optical Disc drive spot. She wants to fool around with some old games we have on CDROM and while I can connect a USB Drive I figure having the option for an internal one will make her happy. I like a case that's easy to work in/on, doesn't feel flimsy, and cools efficiently. Otherwise I'm flexible here.
Storage: Definitely an NVME Drive, 2TB preferred. I prefer one with DRAM/onboard cache. Prefer reputable brand and reliability, but recognize that changes so open to options here. Might add a second NVME down the road. I've had good luck with samsung and AData but recognize both have had some models with issues in the past.
PSU: Prefer 80+ Gold and Quality here. Name brands/reliability preferred over saving a few bucks. Don't imagine we'll be upgrading to an 80 or 90 series GPU so don't think we'll need more power now. I like the modular ones.
--- Thanks for any feedback!!! ---
PCPartPicker Part List

Type	Item	Price
CPU	Intel Core i7-14700F 2.1 GHz 20-Core Processor	$369.55 @ Newegg
CPU Cooler	ID-COOLING SE-214-XT 68.2 CFM CPU Cooler	$17.98 @ Amazon
Motherboard	MSI PRO Z790-VC WIFI ATX LGA1700 Motherboard	$159.99 @ MSI
Memory	TEAMGROUP T-Force Vulcan 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR5-6000 CL38 Memory	$91.99 @ Amazon
Storage	Samsung 980 Pro 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive	$169.99 @ Amazon
Video Card	MSI VENTUS 2X OC GeForce RTX 4070 12 GB Video Card	$549.99 @ B&H
Case	Fractal Design Pop Air RGB ATX Mid Tower Case	$89.99 @ B&H
Power Supply	MSI MAG A850GL PCIE5 850 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply	$89.99 @ Newegg
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	Total	$1539.47
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The trinity is one of the main topics the INC focuses to argue about, and in every argument/debate i've seen, the INC does not represent the Trinity accurately. This thread is for this purpose of denouncing the lies of the INC in regards to this topic.
I will not give everything off in one post so that people will not get turned off with being introduced to a wall of text so as this thread progresses, more content will drop in.

1) Is the word Trinity in the Bible?

Answer is no. However, this is not a good argument because the word "Bible" and "Epistles" are not found in scripture either. These are words were later made to give a name for certain things taught in the Bible. "Epistle" was made to give a name to all of paul's letters, the word "Bible" was made to give a word for the compiled OT and NT. Likewise, the word "Trinity" was made to have a word for the 3 different persons of God described in the bible.
In the Bible, it was called "the Godhead" Colossians 2:9-10 - In him dwells the fullness of the Godhead.

1. The word "God" in hebrew is Elohim. In one of James_Readme's threads, I asked him as to what the hebrew word for God is, which he chose not respond to. Here is the reason why, if you read the book of Isaiah, you'll see a class of angels such as Cherub and Cherubim, the difference between the two is that Cherub is singular while Cherubim is plural. Same thing with Seraph and Seraphim. In hebrew, anything that ends with an IM is masculine plural, there ElohIM is plural. God is a plural word.

Genesis 1:26 God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness

Yet here is the thing. We see God to be plural, yet we are told that there is only 1 God.

2) Isaiah 45:5

I am the LORD, and there is no other; apart from me there is no God.
When the INC uses this verse, they are misrepresenting and being dishonest as to what we believe the Trinity to be. We believe the Trinity is 1 God.
Matt 28:19: baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. It says "Name" (singular) not "Names"
John 10:30, I and the Father are one.
John 1:1 - The Word was with God and the Word was God
The Bible shows that there is only 1 God, but it describes 3 different essences of this one God. Therefore since the Bible teaches the Father, Son, and HS to be one God then obvious Isaiah 45:5 is applicable (has always been applicable) to the triune God. Again, go back to the hebrew word for God being "ElohIM".

3) Jesus says the Father is my God

John 20:17 - ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
This is a complicated one, because it will require to understand the nature of Jesus. Being God and Man. When Jesus became man, he took our nature and became submissive to the Father
Hebrews 2:9 - What we do see is Jesus, *who for a little while was given a position 'a little lower than the angels'
Yes, Jesus called the Father God, and likewise God the Father calls Jesus God.
Hebrews 1: 8 - But of the Son he says, “Your throne, O God, is forever and ever.....
Now, the INC posted a "rebuttal" to this https://incmedia.org/does-hebrews-18-call-jesus-god/

Brother Bob: So dear friends, who is this prophecy all about? In Hebrews 1:8, Apostle Paul was simply quoting this: Psalm 45:6-7, “to the Son He says ‘Your throne, O God**,**” and you know, it’s in this portion of the verse is why people draw the conclusion and think that God is calling Jesus God. But, let’s go back again to Hebrews 1:8 and include verse 9 with it this time, because that is so very important to do, it reads this way, including verse 9:

This is a poor rebuttal.
First, this Bob guy doesn't explain is what/who that Psalms 45 prophecy is about. It's a Messianic Prophecy, so even back then in Psalms Jesus is already being called God. This INC minister is not answering as to who is that "God" and why is the Father using that prophecy in reference to the son.

Now, False preachers, they will only read verse 8, leave out verse 9, You have loved righteousness and hated lawlessness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With the oil of gladness more than Your companions.”
[Hebrews 1:8-9 New King James Version]
Brother Bob: So dear friends, it is made clear here in verse 9, that to the son, whom God is referring to, is one who has a God. The true God does not have another God, or else there would be two Gods. Hebrews 1:8-9 is simply, then, an important prophecy about the Son who was anointed with the oil of gladness, and who hates lawlessness and loves righteousness.

Verse 9 just proves our point. This isn't implying "another God" but both the Father and the Son to be God. Next, this guy leaves out v10-13 that helps affirm that this entire chapter is showing the Father and Son to be equally 1 God.
V10: HE (God) ALSO SAYS: In the beginning, Lord, you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
Who is the Father referring to as Lord, who laid the foundations of the earth?
then in v13, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies, a footstool for your feet" This is quoting Psalm 110:1, which begins with "and the Lord said to my Lord, sit at my right hand..." Who is this Lord?
Another reason why this Bob person is wrong is because even the muslims will say Hebrews 1 has the Father calling Jesus God. If you go to the Muslim sub and ask them what do they think of Paul, they will bash him for being a false prophet. The muslims think Paul is the guy who started the belief of the trinity and they use this verse as an example of the "corruption" made by Paul . That is why they reject the NT, that is why they claim the Quran was sent by God --because the NT was corrupted. So even they know what the actual message of this chapter is.

The INC will play games as much as they want, but in the end they have to prove why their church has credibility. They are a church made by filipinos and believed by only filipinos, and they are not only contending with 2000 years of christian teachings but they are basing their stance on a bunch of books that were compiled and translated by churches they consider as "false teachers".
I'll leave this for now, there are other things such as Matthew 24:36 and other verses which i will get through some other time.

Hello redditors, I have an opinion question to ask.
I just graduated from college, and was accepted to NYU for graduate school in the fall. Only about 50% of students get scholarships, and I received a 50% tuition scholarship from them to attend. The program would put me exactly in the job field that I want to pursue life long, and I genuinely find joy in the idea of pursuing said career (Public Policy Analyst). My career goal requires education beyond just my bachelor’s degree, and I genuinely love school and am excited about continuing going to classes. I’ve met some great people who will also be in my program that I am excited to see there. I also plan to live in NYC for many years to come, and have not found a single other place in the world where I feel like my most authentic self. The program is one of the best in the country, and has faculty who have worked on Capitol Hill and other amazing organizations. The program will be superrrrr good for my chosen field and unlock many connections lifelong. I truly feel like I have the key to my perfect future in my hand with this opportunity.
All of this sounds great, right? Well… as you can imagine I would be taking out an exorbitant amount of student loans for this Master’s program. Even with the 50% tuition, the cost for 2 years of the tuition is a little over $100k total (I have no idea how people pay that without scholarships!!!) Thankfully, my undergraduate tuition was completely paid for through a scholarship that I earned, so I don’t have a lot of student loans besides my living expenses from that time. This allows some leeway for grad school expenses, however, I would be looking at around $100-120k in loans at the end of all of this…
Thankfully, my career field will most likely fall under the Public Service Loan Forgiveness track, so I believe that I will be eligible to get these loans paid for. It is not a 100% guarantee though. My career field makes somewhat decent money, but if these loans don’t get forgiven, I’m looking at a cool 20+ years paying off these loans.
Given the overwhelmingly large amount of net positives of this program, I am thinking of just going for it and taking on the loans. At the same time I am not sure how wise this is given the number and uncertainty in the loan forgiveness. I know that as an adult I need to make this decision and I am the one who will need to pay these off eventually. However, I was hoping to get some input from strangers with zero stake in my life who will give me the straight up facts (the lovely people close to me in my life of course said to follow my heart and go for it, but I am sure that they just don’t want to hurt my feelings). So please, if you feel so inclined redditors, give me your input!

So I (33M) proposed to my fiancé (30F) a few months ago, and we’ve been planning the wedding ever since. She wants a traditional Catholic wedding, but I suggested something that may be a little abstract. I suggested having our wedding on a boat. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been obsessed with aquatic life, and I thought the next best thing to having a scuba diving wedding was one that involved being on a boat! My wife was heavily against this idea. When I asked why, she said that she is “deathly afraid of water, especially deep water, and would not want to be at risk of drowning if she fell in the water due to being in a heavy dress." I thought this was crazy of her to say, because clearly, if we were on a boat, there would be lifesavers and trained professionals that could save anyone that fell over. I asked if the cost was the true reason why she did not want to do my concept, and she said no, but I doubt that. We are both in graduate school and are in a decent amount of debt, but we have family members willing to contribute to the cost. Additionally, I have a family member willing to donate their boat for the wedding. The argument got pretty heated, with her calling me “ignorant” and saying that I’ve known about her fear of water for years and never listened, but this is the first time I’ve heard of it. She stormed off, and the argument ended there.
I am a deep believer in not letting fear guide your decisions, so when she said her only objection was being scared, I thought of a way to make her less scared. That night, while she was asleep, I ordered a water bed on Amazon, got two-day shipping, and set the delivery time to when I knew my wife would be at work. I called up a few friends to ask if they were free, and I planned to have everyone meet up to help me remove the old mattress and replace it with the new one. When it finally got delivered, I started working on removing the mattress.
Essentially, we were done by late afternoon, and I had enough time to cook dinner and get ready before my fiancé got home. We had a good night, and everything was going fine until she came to get into bed. I made sure to wash the sheets and covers and remake the bed so everything looked identical. When she got in, she said, “What the fuck is this?” so I told her what I had done and why. I just did it to make her less sensitive to the feeling of rocking in water! She started yelling at me, telling me that I never respected her decisions and that she wasn’t sleeping in our bed tonight, and locked herself in the guest room. The next morning, when I got ready to go to work, she still hadn’t left the room, and I assumed that that night she would be willing to talk. However, when I got home, the door was still closed and her shoes were unmoved. I texted her a few times, asking her to talk, before deciding just to go to sleep. When I sat on the bed, I sank incredibly deep. This was because she POPPED HOLES INTO THE WATER BED. It leaked everywhere, causing the carpet underneath to be SOAKING WET and damaged. I went to try the knob on the door to tell her to come out so we could talk, but the door was unlocked. The room was empty, and when I looked at the bed, there was a note stating she went to her parent’s house for a few days to think about this and us.
I told my friends this, and almost everyone is saying I am an asshole for doing this, but I don’t think I am. I just wanted my wife to see that a boat wedding is not that scary. AITA?

TLDR; My partners family hates me and treat him horribly and I just want to keep myself away from them. I want to stay as far away from them as possible, but don't want to force my partner to as well, or leave him with all the backlash. How do I do it?
First I want to give a little background on the situation. Me (23NB) and my partner (23M) have been together since middle school. We just started dating and never stopped, and it's been great as far as just the two of us go-- we've graduated college, moved in together, plan on getting married when we can afford it, etc. I am extremely different from his family. They are very traditional; catholic, everyone has lots of kids, no one has moved more than an hour away without being shamed, everyone is married by late 20's, women stay home to care for the kids, etc. They're also very rich, with a huge house, paid foare paying for all their kids to go to college, that kind of thing. I'm not religious, child free, planning on moving to a different region when I can, raised by a single mother and low contact with my dad, difunctional/not close extended family for the most part, nonbinary, autistic. We were always surviving but frugal, got things like free school lunches, first cars were beaters or from family friends, that kind of thing. Most of my partners introduction to things like not affording vacations, normal sized houses, how to grocery shop efficiently/with a budget etc. were through me since he just hadn't experienced those things before.
For a long time those facts weren't really a problem, often glossed over or not mentioned. I now realize it's because his mother (And my extent his whole family) figured we'd break up during/after college and he would find someone more to their tastes (Outright said to my partner when I wasn't present). I always had the feeling she didn't like me, but it was always brushed off as my misinterpretation since she was so nice to my face. Again, I now realize this is just what she does, she is nice to my face and then complains to my partner after the fact. That is the majority of my problem. As mentioned before, I'm autistic, and I need direct communication to understand if they want something. My partner and I communicate amazingly, and we've both been on the look out for things I do that might be considered rude, but we never spot any, yet she always has some small thing I've said or done to complain over. In addition, I came out to his parents after much anxiety and deliberation. His mom talked through the whole thing, I didn't get to mention most of the talking points I wanted, she said I should "get therapy" and did everything but say directly that I'm a trans man who's confused and when I come out for real my partner will break up with me (As in she heavily implied with things like "Well, if this happened..."). They've proceeded to not tell any of the rest of the family (Which I feel nervous to do myself considering their reaction), have never used my proper pronouns, criticize the more androgenous parts of me such as my clothes and hair, and have generally just ignored that fact about me.
The straw that really broke the camels back is this last family vacation. I've only been to three of their vacations, but they go on at least three a year with the family (Mom, Dad, my partner, his three siblings, grandma, and sometimes the sisters boyfriends), and no less than five a year with less than that (So just the parents, parents and one kid, etc.) depending on who's available. These have always been rather hellish for my partner. He's one of the middle children and draws the short straw on everything. I saw it a little the first two times I came along, but really saw it this time. Ignoring his suggestions while listening to his siblings, ignoring problems that only effect him/us and telling him/us to deal with it (Ex. only our shower didn't work on this latest vacation, that problem was ignored while similarly annoying problems for others had to be fixed immediately), "If you want to do that, you can pay for it" comments while paying for literally everything else the other siblings wanted, being told he should be more grateful and positive when he simply removed himself from situations to avoid being upset. There was not a single event or day that went by without his whole family turning on him for every little thing. And, from as nonbiased a perspective as I can give, he never actually did anything to deserve the treatment. He just wanted to occasionally do his own thing, make suggestions, or remove himself.
That's where I need advice. After one last incident right as we got home of one of his siblings crying to my partner about how I'd been so rude and done so many "microagressions" (I'm using their words, the examples given were when I joked about a situation and when I asked them to open something for me I couldn't get), I never want to be around his family for extended periods again. They can't tell me to my face they don't like me, our lifestyles are apparently not compatible, I never know what I do wrong until after the fact, etc. But just because I don't ever want to see them again, doesn't give me the right to tell my partner he can't ever see them again, I feel. He absolutely wants to distance himself from them, but his mom's overbearing and insistent nature makes it extremely hard which I am understanding of, and holds out hope they'll chill out with time. Breaking up, telling him to just suck it up and block their numbers, or giving ultimatums are not things I'm willing to consider. The last thing I want to do is build resentment or let his family tear apart this very functioning, very loving relationship.

I truly wouldn’t wish this on my own worst enemy and I don’t even have any enemies. My child is going to graduate HS next month and I can’t even bear to go, because I know my oder is going to be a distraction.(and that’s not including the immense anxiety I developed with this) I just know I’m breaking his heart and it’s breaking mines in return. I had to quit my job, because I literally had to hype myself up to get on public transportation. Then wasted money on cabs home. I’m in debt and on the verge of eviction, because I can’t get a wfh job to save my life even though I’m qualified. I’ve tried sports betting and I’m embarrassed to say how much money I’ve lost doing that.
My BB story is different than others on here. My situation did not start until about six years ago.I started getting extreme heartburn, and would vomit everyday after every meal no matter what I ate. I was in and out of different doctor’s offices everyday. After about four months I was diagnosed with H pylori and gerd, around this time I also found out I had an immuneefficiency disorder(which made sense because I’m always sick, even as a child) I was prescribed AMX, MET, multivitamins and iron to help with the immunity. The meds honestly did not feel like they were working. About two months after that I lost my mother(who had no life insurance, plz y’all get life insurance) abruptly and had to take on the responsibility of raising my little sister on top of being a single father to my own child. All of that put me in a downward spiral of anxiety and depression, so I turned to weed to help numb some of my pain. I then lost my job four months before the pandemic started. Thank goodness I had some money saved and unemployment was approved. A year later I found a job and stopped smoking, but I started to hear whispers around the office about me having bb 5 months in, I assumed it was because I still was experiencing GERD. At this point chewing a piece of gum every few hours was saving me. Three months after that I contracted three bacterial infections(from tacobell) and was on three different antibiotics to help cure that. I lost that job because I literally could not move out of bathroom. A few months later I was able to get another job at the start of the following year, but was already extremely paranoid about my bb. After nine months there I was finally told my breath does in fact smell from here to there, but not all the time. I took a short leave of absence to try and resolve the issue. I completely changed my diet to vegan and started taking apple cider gummies, also come to find out I’m allergic to something in the multivitamins. After my month was up I completely lost confidence in myself, because I knew I still had bb. I truly tried my best to work through it because I had mouths to feed. On New Year’s day 2023 I became sick with Covid for the first time. That’s when everything changed. My bb became room filling to the point where I could hear ppl coughing and sneezing, and see them covering their noses, because of this horrid smell emitting from my body. I was able to take another loa, because my boss over heard me tell my sister I was going to kms. I went to a IG and had an upper endoscopy done. “Everything was fine” and he could not smell anything. I want to a dentist(Dr. Fox) that claimed he specialized in bad breath disorders and could cure me after paying $3500 it failed. So here we are now a year later trying hundreds of different probiotics, anti fungal, toothpaste, mouthwashes, tongue scrapers. Just scraping by, broke, jobless and almost homeless. What a life!

Here is a little context for what has been going onbthe for over half a year now, for over half a year I have been in constant pain, where everywhere in body will hurt all at once and the doctors can't figure out what is wrong, but it is causeing it to be almost impossible to do school work so I have actually failed my junior year of high school. Anyways, for years now, I've realized that my parents obviously favorited my sister over me even though they say they don't. (Me and everyone around me even my sister can tell she is the favorite.) I'm 16 about to turn 17 in a month and for the past couple years I have just been doing a party where we invite family and close friends, normally I only ask for money on my birthday, so I can spend it on something I want rather then have someone spend it on something I may not want. This usually leads to me getting like 50 dollars. But on my sister's birthday she has a party, gets a huge amount of expensive stuff, plus over 100 dollars, and recently got a truck. My sister is 18 now but was 17 at the time. But a few days ago I had ask my mom if I could get a car for my birthday so I could get a job since nowhere in my town is hiring and that would be the only gift for my birthday, I even offered to pay them back for the car and it was still a no. But today my sister graduated and got a huge amount of expensive stuff, everything she wanted, and a second vehicle. So I'm thinking, "Okay my sister has an SUV and a truck surely I'm gonna get her truck?" Nope. My dad is getting her truck. Oh also my sister never gets in trouble, ever, for anything. One time when I was younger I had a bad grade in a class and my dad got so made at me he was spanking me with a wooden spoon until it broke over me, then he got another one and kept spanking, and that was basically my punishment for anything wrong I did all the way up until I was about 11 or 12, also even at time my parents will go out with my sister then come home and I'll ask where they went and they will out right say they forgot I existed. Am I over thinking this?

I’m a teenage girl, the second and youngest child in my immediate family. My brother, 19, is the worst person I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing. I don’t even consider him my brother. He’s a leech that’s been ruining my life from the day I was born.
Since we were younger, my brother (i’ll be referring to him as A, for asshole) has constantly criticised or generally treated me poorly. Initially it was a typical sibling fashion - fighting with eachother, verbal and physical tussling, generally snitching on each other to our parents and bickering loads.
A is four years older than me. This means that when he hit puberty, he suddenly became twice as big and twice as strong as I was, not even taking into account the fact he was naturally strong and big for his age anyway, as well as his natural strength advantage being a boy. The typical sibling fighting became pretty one sided from then on.
He was always louder than me, more verbally mean. I just wanted my older brother to like me. I remember the only way I used to be able to make him laugh was to hit myself or anything like that. It sucked. But, I started to naturally distance from him more so than before, with a combination of being fairly independent and the age gap meaning we were at different levels of maturity. We just didn’t mesh well together.
Then he became a proper teenager. He started to lash out at home more, at my parents. He started going out and doing things like drugs and drinking alcohol, smoking and getting into constant fights. He stopped caring about anything school related, and generally became a massive uncontrollable DICK.
He ended up screaming at my mum in mornings before school, with me in the same room as I ate my cereal. He punched a hole in the wall one time because my mum said he couldn’t go out that night. Another time he punched a hole in his bedroom wall because of an issue with his girlfriend at the time (who by the way caused a lot more problems than she was worth).
I was 10. I remember clearly one night. He pulled me into his room, showed me pictures of all his weed and said he was dealing it. While now, I couldn’t care less about that kind of thing, at the time I was terrified for A. I didn’t want my brother getting hurt or being in trouble. He pulled out a balaclava and made me put it on so he could take pictures. It fucking stunk of weed.
I was scared. And humiliated.
It kept going until about a year ago when he began to settle. But there was an instance where it got so bad that my mum screamed at him that she hated him, and tried to hit A. He nearly swung for her if it wasn’t for my dad holding him back. A is 6ft, at the time 5”10 or 5”11. My mum is 5”3 and while now, she’s very muscular and strong, at the time she wasn’t.
Afterwards, he came upstairs and came into my room, laughing and grinning about the whole thing like it was some joke. He thought it was hilarious.
A is a drain on my life. Because of him, I never really grew out of my shell, and I’ve been put to the side by my parents more because they’ve always had to focus more on him. He to this day calls me horrible things, argues with my parents and blatantly tries to make me miserable because he’s just not a nice person.
Recently my parents’s marriage started to go poorly and they debated divorce, which was heavily impacted by his influence on their lives and my own. My mum is miserable. My dad has given up on him completely.
I’ve been depressed for several years, and extremely anxious along side it. My experiences with A have influenced my relationships with other people and the way I view the world alongside the people in it. He’s horrible. I had to resort to therapy as of late, due to my own concern at how bad I’ve been getting. I’ve debated suicide many times, not that I ever think I’d actually commit to it. I don’t know. It’s not the worst situation ever and I feel a little dramatic, but I genuinely can’t stand him.
I can’t help but believe my life would be better off without him.

It's kinda sad. I've always felt isolated, alone, like my family was different from me. While I was born my dad's kid, I didn't take his last name until I was 29, and even then I only took it so I could feel like I was different. At the same time, I began to realize I could be whoever I wanted to be... But I also know that they always stand in my way. Even though my sisters love me, they think little of me... And my brother thinks he's so high and mighty when he's an idiot. I'm the one who basically has a bachelor's degree yet I'm the black sheep. I'm the oldest, but I don't possess all the things an older sibling would have. I have no loving wife, no children... In that way I am a failure to my father. He doesn't even talk to me.. he really only talks through his wife. She said he wants his kids and grandkids to go to some theme park for my nieces but... Without kids of my own I would just be dead weight. Plus I don't really feel like a member of the family, never did. I was just forced on the man. You know he wanted me aborted before I was born, from what my mother told me. They don't talk much. I've told one of my sisters I want to leave this cursed state and to get away from everyone. There is nothing trapping me here except lack of funds. I don't have much in the way of a caring family, only people who continue to see me as nothing more than a nuisance. I didn't ask to be born into a family, perhaps I should never had one.

Hi all, making a quick little post to ask some questions I've been wondering. I'm looking at possible careers, and BC Public Service looks interesting. If I could get some insights from people in the know, I would be very grateful.
About me:
Recent graduate of a Bachelor's of Social Work Degree, and before that a college diploma in Social Service Work, but not registered yet with the BCCSW. I don't have much experience in the field, post-graduation, but I have done field placements during both college and university. I was hired under the Canada Summer Jobs program by a non-profit, where I did fundraising. Before that, I had worked with them during my university practicum writing grants. I also have about ten years of retail experience, for what it's worth. I've done almost every position in a well-known pharmacy chain, up to and including assistant manager.
After spending some time looking at Social Work jobs in BC, it seems like the only options are in family / child services, and I don't know if I'm cut out for that sort of thing. So, my questions are:
With my background, which sectors do you think I might have the best chance of getting into?
Is a social work degree even something the BCPS might want?
What does career advancement tend to look like, in terms of time spent in one position before moving on to the next?
What is the hiring market like right now?
On the webpage for external applicants, I see around 50 listings for my hometown, but there are also other towns listed as the location. Does that mean all those towns are hiring for those jobs, or is there only one opening for that job across the entire province?
Thank you in advance, I appreciate any and all answers.

I'm going to start off by saying this is both our first serious relationship. She's not very experienced with dating and I stopped dating in my early 20's while I did some serious work on my mental health (still not done). We've been dating since January 1st and while she was graduating her senior year I would visit her about every month. We've had lots of long phone calls. We like having movie nights on discord. I'm crazy for her. I think of her daily. Each visit we've gotten a little friskier. Our recent visit after her graduation we took a step towards sex but she seemed hesitant so I just did what she was comfortable with. We've never seen each other nude.
I'm going out to visit her this upcoming holiday weekend and we have a hotel for a few nights so we have some privacy. She's already consented to a massage. I don't want to make her feel pressured into sex but I would like for us to explore being more sexual with each other. Maybe just use being comfortable being completely nude around each other. She is shy and I'm ok with that. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. I've been fantasize about her for the past week after our last visit and step. If it's worth mentioning this would be both our first time.
TLDR: Girlfriend and I are in a long distance relationship and have made step towards sex but we haven't had sex yet. She's shy and I'm crazy for her. I want her to be comfortable and feel safe when it happens.
How should I go about furthering our sexual relationship? Am I going to fast/slow?

Hello! Would love some perspective from those outside my industry and friend group. 33F living and working in NYC since I graduated from art school. I was already pretty burnt out on constantly churning out work by the time i graduated college that I didn't want to make it my full time career, so I pivoted into more production/project management/operations types roles. Fast forward 12 years post-graduation, I have a corporate job as a project manager for a marketing team. It's not a career I saw for myself when I was a 17 year old art goofball, but my natural ability to organize and structure work was one I saw fit to leverage, knowing that creatives are often brilliant but not terribly tactical.
I have been in my current role for about 5 years now (project manager) and have been feeling burnt out for the last 3. I have repeatedly asked for a hire to support me so I am not spread so thin, but am constantly told no, and more and more work just gets added to my plate. I don't feel there are any growth opportunities left for me. My team is great and easy to work with, but being their defender sometimes gets tiring. I am aware it is a thankless, somewhat invisible job, which doesn't make it easier. The longer I stay, the longer I feel gross about being in a corporate role. Constant business jargon, endless meetings, bowing to shareholder demands, and most recently, being asked to prioritize the business (to what I personally feel is at the expense of the people). I find my fuse getting shorter. I seem to have a reputation for being tough and am often telling people things they don't want to hear - but that's the nature of the job. I have been applying for jobs consistently for the past year but have gotten little to no traction - the market is tougher than I've seen in my lifetime, and it seems my field is quite competitive. My husband is in the non-profit world and he works just as hard as me, but I see differences in how his company treats him and has not hesitated to get him help when he's asked (I do think maybe this company is one in a million). Plus, at least he's helping people.
Its worth noting that I have generalized anxiety/depression and coupled with a shrinking support system (friends moving away, having children, etc), I don't feel much joy in most things. I've been in therapy for the past 10 years. I was on SSRIs for 4 years and just recently transitioned off of them. Not sure if my malaise is a rebound from that, or just the circumstances of living in a world that gets harsher every day. I am often too drained from work (and admittedly, my work life balance has suffered lately as I feel I need to work late to keep my workload afloat). Usually after work, I feel too drained to pursue hobbies (other than reading in bed, because I don't have to do much). I try to keep my exercise somewhat consistent, because I feel if I quit on that, I would crash and burn.
I need something to change but I don't know where to start. People tell me all the time to 'care less' and 'do less' and 'let things fall apart', but my high functioning anxiety seems to block that from being a real possibility. With an unforgiving job market, a job that seems to be on the verge of soul sucking, and seemingly no prospects...I am not sure where this leaves me. I'm a voracious reader, a big lover of making things, but when I think about monetizing those interests (baking, crafts - embroidery and quilting), I worry that they will suffer a similar fate as my art did, and I will lose interest entirely.

This is going to be a cross post from autism ( don’t know how on phone) but I want someone to talk to.
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Look, I’m going to be upfront…I have genuinely no clue what to flair this because…well who the hell knows (vent maybe).
Realistically I kinda need to set the scene to where I am now (UK). So to start with a few years ago, I was with someone for two years and decided to move in together. All was well to start with and then things moved south after 9 months or so…eventually we split. An ensemble soon formed and I was as reprimanded from the police to stop contact and taken home by them (This part is important). The following day I was sent to my Gp and then a mental health team, ultimately they said I had Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).
After a year or 2 of therapy and medication, I kinda lived with my life getting to grips with this and they took me off medication after 2 years on being lamotragine.
I had about 7 years off of entire medication for any mental health issues until last year. I was working with the NHS for 13 years until I decided it was time to leave. Severely depressed, worked my arse off, done a degree, and worked overtime to make ends meet and to get a promotion. Sure as shit it didn’t happen, so I left. During working I was depressed on Mirtazipine for depression and sleep. Worked a wonder and then left for another place.
The new place worked wonders but soon after that things spiralled again and then I asked for antidepressants, and soon after that things went Pete Tong again. Sleep was never blissful, life was always mundane…hated everything.
Things got really bad for me that I had to go private.
3 weeks ago, I had my first appointment. The doctor, was an absolute diamond in my eyes. Upon walking to the room, he slowed down, asked me about my day, asked me what I done,etc. and the appointment went perfectly.
He said at the end of my appointment that the practice back in the day of the UK was to class everyone as BPD who had a major trauma. The likelihood of me having autism is very likely as my little brother had severe learning disabilities (autism, epilepsy, ataxia,etc) and cousin (autism) puts me at a higher level of having it.
After all this time I genuinely don’t know whether to be happy or annoyed. I have been off work due to sickness and I have never felt so rough in my life. Sleep is obsolete and energy levels to maintain myself is dire…I’m drinking alcohol to help me sleep and mixing it with sleeping tablets to no affect. I feel absolutely desperate right now

So Whole year back from now i have 4 sister and 2 brothers and one of the smaller sisters let call her gina f (18) she was (16)when she decided to move in with my brother(21) lets call him arturo ans his gf (21) lets call her layla. They were okay for a while until gina one day asked me for a ride to go to the mall and i had said yes and we went to eat and hung out until 9:40pm my fiance (23) lets call him hunter was with us we were having a good time until we went to drop her off at my brothers place as soon as we walked in my brothers gf was like your curfew is at 10 if you told me you were with your sister it wouldve been okay and i just stared at her like wtf is goin on. My fiance just walked right back outside and my brother followed him outside and i decided to join them they were having a good convo about cars and other guy stuff we were outside for about 30 mins and my brother gf comes out and yells hey arturo your food is ready and he says ill be right there litterally 3 mins later she comes back out and says your food is getting cold and he says again ill be right there and then another min comes around and when she is about to say something my brother says im coming and cuts the convo short when we were saying our goodbyes she comes out with my brothers car keys and gets in the car and burns tire backing out to go check on her laundry and my brother starts awkwardly or nervously laughing and we leave. A couple of days pass by and im having a convo with my other sister brit(23) and i told her that i had the weirdest interaction with arturo ans his gf and that idk why she was talking to our sister Gina like if she was blood related to her or like an angry mexican mom to her instead of my brother pulling her aside and letting her know the house rules or something anyways i ended up saying she a little weird for that and here is when the drama starts. A week later i catch up with gina again and this time she opens up a little more about the situation with my brother and his gf and the house rules and at first i was like “hmm that makes sense it is their apt “ but then she said that layla said that she was like a mom to her and that arturo told her that if our little sister is her responsibility not his and anything that has to do with Gina that shes in charge then thats when i stopped her and told her you mean to say she means like a sister right not mom and she said no she said like a mom i was like wtf im the oldest and dont even try to claim that spot shes only been taking care of you for less than a year shes fucken weird for saying that and i had called my sister brit and told her we need to get together and talk to arturo so it doesnt get out of control and everything start with the he said he said bs and the first thing that happens is exactly that two days later he calls me ans says that i have to right to comment on whats going on and to apologize to his gf for calling her weird and she is like a mother to our little sister and that he will completely cut me off for it and that also he herd i had said things behind her back when only shes been nice to me i ended up apologizing to both of them over the phone (even tho i didnt say anything behind her back just that she was a little weird) and they accept it. weeks pass and i dont hear from them and it was my birthday 3 of my sisters (brit,gina,and ester(19))take me out to eat and got for a stroll to the mall all i see at the mall is gina going to store from store looking at mens shoes and buying other male items. while im waiting on her in a store i turn to brit and ask her have you herd from arturo and she said yeah hes fine and then we stayed quiet and then i said im a little bummed he didnt come or say happy birthday to me and gina comes and says “he said that he was going to do a surprise party for you but you been acting weird so he wont do shit for you” . I was like wtf how i havnt talked to him and i already apologized to him and his gf so whats he talking about ans they look down and stay silent then i got a little upset ans just asked gina why are you buying all that shit for anyways and she says its for arturos bday and i looked at her and say but his bday its until next month why now and i walk out the store. Honestly i was a little mad that she was using the only day we get together and try to have fun to go shopping for my brother when it was my bday he will have his day in a month and its not like gina doesnt have her own car to go too. After that day we all kept quiet and just not brought it up at all anymore i had already apologized to both of them i dont feel like i have the need to do it again i only see them on special occasions like thanksgiving ,Christmas and my only nephews bday party
So AITAH for not wanting to apologize to them again? let me know i need help
Also i have a second part coming the story doesnt end there.

So for some reason when ever my brother gets on helldivers it’s laggy. I have the exact same computer but it runs Helldivers 2 perfectly on 8GB of RAM. We just upgraded his computer to 32GB of RAM and it helped a little. We have no idea why all I know is that on my computer is using GPU 0 of ~15% and GPU 1 of ~20% when on Helldivers 2. While on his he had 0% on GPU 0 and ~35% on GPU1. The running animation sometimes doesn’t work and it lags when he shoot’s or turns. What do y’all think Helldivers?! For Democracy!!!!!!!!

Sorry about format, as I'm on mobile. I'd get some snacks and a drink, cause this is gonna be a decent sized one. This is pretty much about my entire life. Also, I have mental health and sometimes add too many details to things. I kinda over share, so apologise if that happens. Me(F) my mom(F) sister(F)
My entire life, I have felt less than when it comes to my mom. It's pretty obvious my sister is the favorite child. Ever since she was born, I was put on a back burner. Then my brother was born, and it got even worse. (My brother is an amazing man, so I don't fault him for anything at all. He's pretty much my unofficial child. I will die for him.) When I was 3, my bio dad died. I did get checks every month for survivors checks, but when I turned 18, I never saw any of it. I understand that she needed it for me while I was a minor, but once I turned 18, it was supposed to actually go to me. I was still in my last year of high school, so it didn't stop til I graduated. If I would have gotten those checks, I would be way farther in life. My mom got with my siblings dad when I was around 4 or 5. That's where the abuse came in. She got pregnant with my sister, and pretty much made me the clown. My sister's dad was a Dr*g addict, and would go on binges, leaving me home alone to watch my siblings, while Mom was at work. I was 6 at this point. Granted, she did call the police and he got charged with 3 counts of child endangerment. (My brother was born at this point). Then, she stayed with him, even though he left us like that. When I was 9 was when I found out about my dad. She wasn't even going to tell me about him, but she had to, cause my grandma filed for grandparents rights. Mom didn't even tell me. Siblings dad is the one to sit me down. That's when my mental health started to really show. I was 9 and finding out the man that I called dad, wasn't actually my dad, and my real dad is never meet cause he's dead. My soul broke that day. Fast forward a few months and I get a puppy for my birthday. It pooped in the house, and G(siblings dad) was so irate, he left the puppy outside in the middle of the night, during the winter... He killed my dog. It was maybe 15° F that night. I woke up the next morning to mom telling me the dog ate paint off the wall ... She did, but the bite marks were there from a week prior. I was 9, not stupid. I saw through her lies. Fast forward again. They end up separating. He had gotten upset, then kidnapped my siblings taking them to a completely different state. He finally came back, and was in jail for 6 months. After he got out .. she got back with him. The final straw happened a few years later. When I was probably 8-10 can't remember exactly how old, I was having issues with my math homework. I have major dyslexia with numbers(can't remember the actual name) and math was my worst subject because of that. I was frustrated cause I just couldn't understand the math homework, so I crumpled the paper. (I was a kid. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did.) She got up, and started to hit me. She was smacking my arms, and had me pinned down to the couch. I turned my head and she hit my nose hard enough for it to gush blood. (Granted I could flick my nose and it'd bleed, but I digress). Then, I had "played" with a belt with her and G, and one of them(can't remember who) was hitting me with another one. I didn't understand at the time, but we was all smacking each other with belts, tryna hit the others the hardest. (My lord I just realized how bad that actually was.) I went to school the next day, and had a few welts on my arms. Went to the nurse for some ice, and got asked who did it. I explained what happened, and cps got called. I didn't know, but I got home and got screamed at by G. He was in my face, so close I could smell his breath and feel his spittle hitting my face. Then my mom said it wasn't them, but my sister who scratched me. (It wasn't a scratch. It was a welt clearly from a belt.) There's probably more, but my brain made me forget to protect my sanity. Fast forward, she is finally away from him. Then she gets with my now step dad. I was 12 at the time. He was an okay guy. He has 5 kids. Well, of course I was the built in babysitter. I am the oldest out of all 8 of us kids. I wasn't allowed to hang out with friends as much as I should have been growing up, cause I was always the one to be the second parent to them. That's when my mental health started to get severe. I started self harming at 13. It would get so bad. Nothing of significance really happened between then til I was 16. (That I can remember. Thanks brain for protecting me.) I get into highschool. Freshman year. I'm finally able to start hanging out with friends more often. I end up having sex(I was coerced, wanted to wait til I was on bc, but I finally gave in. Shouldn't have, but it's whatever. I'm over it now.) Wasn't on birth control and didn't wear a condom. Had a scare I may have been pregnant. Mom finds out, gets a test and takes me to my grandma's to take it. She berates me in front of my grandparent and my aunt and cousins. Thankfully it was negative. Fast forward to when I was 16. Got my first job. Finally I'm old enough to make my own money. Well, I can't even spend my checks the way I wanted to. Majority of them went to her. I gave her prob 85 percent of my checks. I wanted to save for a car. Couldn't. (Not that it mattered. Didn't get my license til I was 23... I'm 27 now.) Kept getting my temps, only to never practice. Yet, when my sister is 18, she takes her out to drive and helps her get her license. But, whatever. Finally I graduate, and all I get is a gift card(I'm thankful of course. I'm not stingy, I just have envy from all the things my sister got, that I didn't.) Sister got a full blown party. Every single person I have been romantically with, she would put in my head that they aren't good enough. So much so, I thought I would never be with someone who genuinely loved me. (I have that now, so shout out to my amazing fiance.) I'm still cutting on a daily basis at this point. Cut from the ages of 12 to 20. I'd still be, if I wasn't with my fiance. (I was didn't sewer slide myself and actually did it right this time, anyway. Tried 5 times. Thankfully I failed each time.) I have bipolar disorder, anxiety, depression and ADHD. Not once did she take me to get health. She always dismissed me when I would try and talk to her about it, so I just kept to myself. It took my fiance's mom to take me and get me the help I needed. I barely graduated cause I just didn't care in 9th and 10th grade. I felt like I wasn't going to live past high school anyway, so why should I care? 11th grade comes up and working had actually given me motivation to keep going. (Plus I started smoking the devil's lettuce, so I was feeling better mentally.) Turn 18 and I move out. Ended up losing my job I had then, and go down a spiral. I got addicted to alcohol and pills for a couple of weeks. Not enough for withdrawals, but it was still bad. Thankfully I woke up one day and realized what I was doing. (I'll give her this, I called and she immediately came to get me so I could get out of that situation.) Fast forward more, I move out again, but just down the street. I'm now 19 and start dating my now fiance. We have been together 8 years and I barely talk to her anymore. Esp this past year. I don't really message her first anymore. I've gone 6 or more months without talking to her. Shoot, without talking to anyone in my family. Fiance's parents get me the mental health I needed. Get diagnosed with depression, anxiety and bipolar disorder. I've told Mom I have bipolar since I was 16 and she just dismissed me, saying it's my hormones. (Jokes on her) About 4 years in, she starts telling me I need to find someone else to be with. He isn't good enough for me. (Yeah, like the rest weren't. No one is good enough for her.) It gets to the point I had to tell her and my sister both to stop, or I was gonna cut them out of my life completely. (Should have, looking back, but we learn.) They stop for a while. Sister is now showing her true colors. She's a narcissist and gaslighter, just like her father. She cannot own up to her mistakes, what so ever. She gets into an accident, not her fault. She gets into a fight she started, not her fault. Can't hold down a job, not yet fault. (I've had trouble holding down a job as well, but I'm getting better. I finally got diagnosed with ADHD and am in meds, so I'm not feeling impulsive as bad. Id switch jobs pretty frequently, due to the better sounding one. It's still affecting me to this day, but I'm seeing a change in my mind. Just gotta push through a bit more. Not blaming it on my ADHD, but the disease doesn't make it easier.) Mom has gotten sister a job with her at every single job she's had the past 4 years. Sister ruins it for mom, cause sister can't stand mom not paying attention to her, or doing everything for sister. Sister has bad anxiety, and uses it as an excuse to keep mom working. Sister wants all the pay of being a manager, without actually doing the manager duties. Sister always tells me I need to dress better. Says i "need to look more presentable and not like a slob". I wear skinny jeans and a Tshirt usually. Frequently, I'll wear sweats if I'm just going to moms and not going out. I like being comfy. Constantly criticizing me for every single thing I do. Finally mom says she realizes how bad she has treated me throughout my life. I forgave her a long time ago. Gets to the point mom says she wouldn't have anything to do with sister, if she wasn't her kid. Thought things were gonna change. Clearly not. Mom and sister both get another new job, the same job. Again. It's like nothing has changed since that conversation. Still barely talk to her, and everything. Last time I hung out with them, it was for only 3 hours. THREE HOURS. yet, I had anxiety and panic attacks from that small amount of time, for the next 3 days... I can't do this anymore, but I feel SO freaking guilty for even considering this. I love my mom and sister. I want them in my life, but I can't keep feeling like this. My mental health is always needing to be restarted after being around them. It's like I go back to that 12 year old me and want to self harm all over again. I'm now almost 10 years clean from it. There is no longer any scars, and I'm happier now. I just can't help but to feel I should just suck it up and "get over it". I know this is rediculously long, so if you've read this far, thank you. I just need some other people's perspective that isn't biased and I feel you guys are the best chance for that. I'm really struggling on what to do and feel so guilty for even typing this stuff out. My worst fear is disappointing her, yet I do every day. I also really hate confrontation. I'll do whatever it takes to avoid it, but I just can't anymore. I've always wondered how life would be if my dad was alive. I don't remember him, but I can still say I miss him. I miss the opportunities that I didn't get growing up.
Thank you guys. I'll take whatever you guys throw at me. I just want to see if my feelings are valid or not. This is literally causing me pain. I need help.

I just need to vent a little bit because I’m feeling sad today so sorry in advance. I 24F have a complicated relationship with my dad. I love him but I don’t think I can ever rely on him. For context, my dad was sentenced to 5 years in prison when I was 15 and my brother was four. I saw him maybe 4 times in that 5 years but we talked on the phone regularly. Anybody who has ever had to travel to see a parent in prison knows how hard that is so I stopped going. I was also pretty angry at him for putting my brother through the same thing I went through at his age. My mother at the time was engaged to an abusive piece of crap that had it out for me so I felt like by going to prison my dad fed me to the wolves with this guy. Prison did him good though in the sense it was the kick in the ass he needed to stay sober. To this day the man won’t so much as drive without a seatbelt so he has really turned it around. But when he got out that didn’t leave much room for me. I was 20 with a 9 year old brother he needed to focus on so I get it to an extent. I don’t think I’ve spent any one on one time with him in at least 10 years. He’s always pushes me to come over anytime etc. but always finds himself to busy when I put in the effort to do so. Then he says I hurt his feelings and the cycle repeats. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten an apology from him in all my life. I can’t voice any feeling I have without him getting mad or guilt tripping me. Or saying I’m only sad because of my weight. So we avoid the subject and pretend things never happened because god forbid we hurt his feelings. My grandfather (his dad) died 7 months ago and we are all still dealing with the grief from that but I can’t even talk to him about that. I don’t even know if I’m wording this right so sorry if this is all over the place. I’m just sad because I missed out on having a dad much of my childhood and I can never make up that lost time. Either because he doesn’t want to or because my stepmom and brother take priority. I’ll never be able to lean on him for support because he is such a flake. And that just sucks.

I am reasonably high right now and my fiance's best friend has this adorable cat named Mister. Mister and I bonded, purrs and meows were had, and this majestic boy inspired me to write this silly little poem. So here goes!
How I wish to pet a mister!
Not his brother or his sister,
I just want to pet a mister
I'd drive my car right through a twister,
So I could pet a mister
I'd walk 10 miles with a blister
So i could pet a mister
I respect engineers that build transistors
I just want to pet a mister
From screaming to speaking in but a whisper
How I wish to pet a mister
Love and light ❤️
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Me and my bf dated for a year and I broke up with him a couple times because we were in different parts of our lives because I was still in school and didn’t know where I was going to end up.
I applied to over 30 jobs and have several second round interviews and was always passed over for the other candidate. I landed a job in the college town we met which is where he still is, although it’s not what I want to do long-term. I just graduated with my Masters degree so this is my first big girl job.
I broke things off for the last time in February because if I were to end up somewhere far away, he said he wouldn’t want to do the distance unless it was maybe 4 hours away max, which is understandable I just wanted him to fight for me a little more.
About a month after I broke up with him, I called him in tears sobbing how all my friends were getting jobs and I wasn’t and he answered on the first ring and listened to me for three hours. I gave him a Christmas card in December and he showed me that it was still hanging on his fridge in March.
We hooked up a couple weeks after that phone call and I told him I don’t think we should do that again because I was sad about it and he said he felt the same. We slowly stopped talking after that.
I was going back to the college town for the weekend and asked if he was free. He said he had plans and it broke me because I wanted to catch up and tell him about me moving back.
I didn’t accept this job offer because of him and the possibility of it working out. I accepted because it was quite literally the only thing I could get and I was getting antsy.
I’m just nervous to move back and ask to reconcile things and him not want to take the risk and move forward with me.
I know we both still have immense feelings for each other but how do I approach this situation?
TLDR: broke up with my ex due to uncertainties about where I’ll end up after graduation, ending up moving back to the same city he’s in

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Part 6

Note: Optional driving sounds as Carissa is in a car.
Carissa: Ok, I’ve received the next set of instructions. I’m heading that way now. Did you receive them, Jane?
Jane: (On coms.) Yeah, Mom, we got it. It looks like they’re taking you out to the docks. I wonder if they’ve got a boat ready for you. That might cause a problem backing you up.
Carissa: I trust you. We prepared for that possibility.
Jane: (On coms.) I know but….
Carissa: Jane? JANE! Damn it. They’ve cut off our communications somehow.
(Beep or tone.)
And now they’re changing my directions. They knew I’d try to have backup. I’ll give you this, Francine. You’re good at this.
Well, there’s nothing else for it. I’m on my own.
(Suddenly startled.) What the? Puppy!?! You were hiding in the ammo bag? Damn it, Puppy, I told you that you weren’t allowed to accompany me on this one. It’s too dangerous.
(Pause.)
(Upset.) I don’t care, Puppy. I know we’ve prepared, but this is a calculated risk. Do you understand, Puppy. A RISK! I’m intentionally walking into a trap. That means I’m very aware this could all blow up in my face. I’m willing to take that risk on my own. I WASN’T… I wasn’t willing to lose you too, Puppy.
(Concerned.) How do you think Jane’s going to react when she finds out you came with me?
(Pause.)
(Upset.) SHE WHAT!?! She agreed to this? She even helped distract me so I wouldn’t notice you? Jane, you are in so much…
(Pause as she’s interrupted by Puppy.)
(Irritated.) No, Puppy. She’s not getting out of this. I’m going to kick her ass when we get back. Let’s just hope we both get through this alive so that I can do that.
(Pause.)
(Irritated but understanding.) Yes, I’m upset. But I’m not upset with how much you care. The reason why we accepted you on the team is because you care so deeply about all of us. Thank you, Puppy. I mean it. I’m still furious with you, but… thank you.
Well, since you’re here now, you might as well climb into the front seat. You can talk with me as we drive.
(Pause.)
I love you too, Puppy, but you can’t just defy my orders like that. I said you couldn’t come for a reason. You’re not trained for this type of thing.
(Suddenly upset.) Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!
(Pause.)
No. I’m sorry, Puppy. I keep fluctuating between being glad you’re here and wishing you weren’t. I should just stop and dump you out right now, but if I do that, Francine will suspect something’s up. And I’d probably have to knock you out in order to get you out of the car.
(Pause.)
(Amused.) Don’t smile at that. You… (Chuckles.) Wow, Puppy, how do you do it? How do you make me want to laugh at a time like this. You really are something.
So, tell me. Why did you, and apparently Jane as well, think it was a good idea to come with me?
(Pause.)
That’s the plan. Francine should be there personally for a one-on-one.
(Pause.)
(Annoyed.) Puppy, we’ve discussed this. We don’t know that that’s Francine’s true motivation. You really think she’s your yandere? That she’s so obsessed with getting you back that it will keep her from hurting me because she might hurt you as well?
(Pause.)
Even if that’s true, and I’m not saying it is, even if she is obsessing over you to that degree, wouldn’t it mean that she’ll want to kill me even more since I’m the one protecting you right now?
(Pause.)
Yeah, you hadn’t thought of that. Oh well. You’re here now. I guess we’ll find out which one of us is correct. Right before we’re both gunned down, one of us can look at the other with an “I told you so” smirk.
(Pause as Carissa laughs in a way that says she can’t believe the direction this night has taken.)
(Amused and conciliatory.) Oh, brother. You are something, Puppy. No matter what happens tonight, I’m glad you’re with me.
(Pause.)
Yes, I guess that would make you my Samwise Gamgee. Alright, so what’s the plan?
(Pause.)
You’re just my ace-in-the-hole if things start looking sour? Ok. Who knows. I might need it.
(Beep or tone.)
And it looks like we’re here.
(If you were using optional car sounds, they end now as the car is shut off. Pause as Puppy speaks.)
(Hushed tones as some nerves are setting in.) You recognize this place? We had marked this location as one that we suspected she was using as a drop off point for human trafficking, but we were never able to verify it.
(Pause.)
Watchtowers? There and there. Ok, I see them. Thanks. That is a help.
Whoa! Yeah, they’re here, all right. They’re lighting us up. They’re trying to blind us, keep us from seeing their true numbers.
Puppy, lay your seat back. I’m going to throw the empty ammo bag over you. I don’t want Francine to know just yet that you’re here. Someone’s approaching. I think it’s her.
(Pause. Phone rings.)
(Conversation with Francine is cool, calculated, and professional.) Hello, Francine. Looking well, I see.
(Pause.)
Exit my car so I can step into the line of sight from your snipers unprotected? No thanks. I’ll stay right here for now, thank you very much.
(Pause.)
Yes, I’m well aware of the terms we established for this meeting. And since you’ve already broken them by not coming alone, tell me why should I trust you not to break the rest of them?
(Pause.)
Look, you can talk about civilities and honor among thieves and all of that crap for as long as you want, Francine. At the end of the day, you’re the criminal, and I’m the one trying to stop you. Now why did you request this meeting?
(Pause.)
Yeah, I suppose I’m a criminal too. The cops do want me. They want to know all about what I’ve been doing to stop people like you. So, I’ll tell you what. I’ll turn myself in.
(Pause.)
No, I’m serious. It’s a genuine offer. You want me to stop hunting you and I want you to stop hurting people. We can easily both get what we want. We’ll end all of this right now.
I will let the Feds know everything about what I’ve done and what I’ve been doing, and in return, you have to come with me and confess to all of your secrets as well. We’ll both go in together and share everything we know.
You can tell them about your kidnapping people for a profit and about your drug running activities. You can supply the Feds with information about your dealers and where your captives end up once you’ve sold them.
(Carissa slows down and becomes a little more direct.) And… you can tell them all about one certain individual we picked up on one of our raids who was hidden behind a secret wall. You can tell them about all of the injuries he had sustained. You can tell them all about how you enjoyed beating his body and crushing his spirit.
(Pause.)
And why would I give you that information?
(Pause.)
Of course, I know where he is. Answer the question. What makes him so valuable to you?
(Pause.)
Well then, I guess we have nothing further to discuss.
(Hangs up.)
(Hushed tones.) My God, Puppy. She’s going ballistic.
(Pause.)
(Still hushed.) Yes, that’s her pounding on the glass and shrieking. Just mentioning you caused her to hysterically lose control. I’m going to say it right now before the bullets start to fly. You were right.
(Phone ringing.)
(Back to being calculated and professional.) You have something else you wish to add, Francine? I thought we were done here.
(Pause.)
My, my. Such vitriol for me over just one person. What about the others whose lives you’ve destroyed? What about…?
(Pause as she’s interrupted by Francine’s hysterics.)
Francine, calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.
(Pause.)
No, I’m not going to give him back to you.
(Pause.)
Wow. You certainly did come prepared. I daresay those rockets would pretty much make this car a smoldering heap and destroy everything in it.
(Whispering.) Ok, Puppy, it’s time to pull out the ace.
(Speaking normally.) Everything.
(Hangs up. Pause.)
(To Puppy.) That’s right. She’s figuring out it’s really you. She’s telling everyone to hold their fire.
(Pause.)
Well, Puppy, I’m going to say it again. You were right. She is losing it.
(Pause.)
(Firmly.) No, whatever you do, do not listen to her demands and set foot out of this car. Remaining where you are is the only thing keeping both of us alive right now. We have to wait until…
(Sound of distant muffled bullet fire or explosives.)
Until Mike and Ronnie get here.
Jane: (Returns on coms.) Carissa! Mom, can you hear me?
Carissa: I hear you, Jane.
Jane: Oh, thank God. Whatever was blocking us just disappeared. I take it that means Ronnie and Mike have located you.
Carissa: That’s right. They’ve eliminated the threat. Completely. It worked, Jane. Francine is dead. If you’re in contact with them right now, tell them to try to leave some of her minions alive if they can. We need information on where they sent their captives if we have any hope of retrieving them.
Jane: Roger that. And, Mom. Is… is…
Carissa: Puppy’s fine, Jane. But you and I are going to have a little talk when I get back. And Jane?
Jane: Yes, Mom?
Carissa: Thank you.
Jane: Yes, Mom.
(Disconnects.)
Carissa: (Appreciative.) Well, Puppy, it looks like I have to thank you too. Disobeying my orders may have saved my life. It gave me those few extra seconds for Mike and Ronnie to get into position.
(Pause.)
Puppy, you don’t owe me anything much less everything.
(Pause.)
Yeah, I did save your life, didn’t I. Well, now I’d say that debt has been repaid. Come on. I think it’s time we get back.
(Optional car starting back up and driving noises begin again. Pause as Puppy talks.)
(Resolute.) Oh, no. No way am I letting her off the hook. Jane’s still in trouble. She’s going to have to face the consequences of her actions. You both are.
(Sneakily loving with a slight grin.) I was thinking that a suitable punishment would be a suspension for the both of you. I think two weeks would be appropriate. You both wouldn’t be allowed to set foot in the base during that time so you’d have to find someplace else to go, say… maybe Hawaii? I know Jane has always wanted to see it.
(Pause.)
(Surprised.) Whoa there, Puppy. No hugging the driver. We got out of this alive. Let’s not ruin that by getting into a car accident now.
(Pause.)
Yes, Puppy, I love you too. You’ve become a big part of all of our lives. Now just sit back and relax. The front car seat has to be more comfortable than hiding in the bag.
(Pause.)
Well, we’ve still got a lot more work to do in dismantling Francine’s operation, and organized crime in the area hasn’t stopped with her. We’re not exactly disbanding now that Francine’s gone. But for your part, I think that this chapter in your life is over. You can rest now, Puppy. You’ve earned it.
Final chapter next

I'll start by giving some information about me. I'm a 21-year-old AFAB college student. I currently live in my college town in a little condo by myself. A childhood friend and her mother were kind enough to let me have it all to myself for a great price. I don't have to pay utilities, and it comes with a parking space. On top of that, it has felt safe since the neighbors are mainly elderly people and families. The only person I've had an issue with is my next-door neighbor. I'll call him Clay. He has introduced himself and I've noticed him try to make eye contact with me so I would look at him. Nothing crazy, but I've never had a good feeling about him. Neither has my sister, my friend, and my partner. I've learned to trust my gut because it has made some good calls. Luckily, I'd hardly see him around and when I do he doesn't try to engage. That was until last Wednesday.
Around sunset, I was taking out the trash. The garbage area holds two giant dumpsters and is surrounded by a brick fence and is closed by a wooden gate with a latch. This context is important. As I was walking I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking it was just an elderly neighbor going to their car I wasn't alarmed, but then I noticed they sounded too close and were coming from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Clay walking behind me, also going to take out his trash. My gut told me I was not safe so I quickly went in and threw my trash in the dumpster and tried to rush out. As I was trying to leave Clay quickly asked, "You're my next-door neighbor, right? My name's Clay what's yours?" I froze; a deer in the headlights moment. I was cornered. He was in arms reach and he had his hand on the gate and I just knew I had to be gentle. So I told him yes and my name and he told me it was nice to meet me to which I said it back and quickly sped walk back into my condo. It took a little bit for the adrenaline to go away and I started crying. Up until now, I haven't had a terrifying interaction with a man. I had never been that scared and so vulnerable in my life. I was worried he was going to take that as an excuse to try and become more 'friendly' with me so I stayed the night at my partner's (we'll call them Alex) place. Unfortunately, that was just the start.
The next day I had an art exhibit at my school that I needed to go to so Alex and I returned to my condo so I could get ready. This would be a great place to mention that these condos have a shared backyard. So if Clay wanted he could go out his sliding door and take 5 steps to get to mine. And truly, what can a glass door do to stop someone who really wants to get in? Anyway, my friend's mom is religious and isn't comfortable with Alex and me being alone in the condo (weird but it's hard to complain since it's a great deal). So they have to walk around back (past Clay's condo and sliding glass door) to where I will let them in through mine. Alex was waiting for me in front of MY condo but it seems Clay thought otherwise. Cause while Alex was waiting for me Clay opened up his window and asked for their name. Alex gave him a fake name and Clay said "Ok. Just wanted to know the name of the guy standing outside my house."
Later, Alex and I returned to my condo, but when we got there Clay was talking to my upstairs neighbor. We were about to walk toward my place when we noticed Clay was standing in the way of me getting to my front door. We tried waiting for him to go back to his house, but then he started walking towards us. When he approached us he looked directly at me, didn't acknowledge Alex, and asked me if he could use my phone to call his mom. Keep in mind, this man looks like he's in his 30s, why would he not have a phone? Alex intervened and said we're in a hurry so Clay let us go but did not believe us. As Alex was walking around back Clay aggressively told them, "By the way. Stop walking around my house." Alex assertively told him back, "My fucking partner lives here" and kept walking. Both of us felt unsafe at that point since what Clay said sounded like a threat so we headed back to Alex's place.
Now to the latest thing that happened. Yesterday, I was trying to move stuff out of that place since my lease is ending soon anyway and my family, Alex, and I determined it wasn't safe for me to live there anymore. Thankfully, Clay had just gotten picked up by his parents right before we got there. While packing as much as I could, I decided that I should go talk to my upstairs neighbors to see if they knew if Clay was leaving anytime soon. Alex and I have noticed that his condo is looking more barren over time. Shit truly hit the fan in this conversation.
She told me that Clay is a paranoid schizophrenic who is refusing to take his meds. She advised that if Clay were to make us feel threatened again we should call the police since they already have a record on him. She gave me her phone number and even offered her home to hide out in case of an emergency. After the conversation, Clay had gotten dropped off again. I had my car parked outside MY condo since I was moving things into it but he had a problem with it. He stormed upstairs to my neighbor's house and began yelling and cursing about how my car shouldn't be there and that he wanted to come downstairs to talk to us. I am so grateful for her, she managed to calm him down and we quickly left after that.
Needless to say, I am no longer going to the condo alone for the time being. I still have some stuff in it, but I'm going to wait for my dad and brothers to be there. I still don't truly understand why my partner and I had to become a target/trigger for him. It's terrifying and this all feels like a nightmare. I have to go back for other things and I'll update this if anything more happens. Thanks for reading.