Losing someone qoutes

My ex and I had a very messy 1 year relationship. He was incredibly narcissistic and toxic, he made me distance myself from my family and was very selfish. He also cheated on me many times with his ex. He was also a relationship hopper who did not love himself and did not know how to be alone. I tried to help him many times and took him to therapy but he just did not want help.
Despite all of this, he helped me understand my depression and he made good music that really helped me heal.
The last time he cheated on me was with someone much younger who he met on tinder. I left and never looked back. I blocked him on everything and despite doing this before, we could never keep no contact. But this time I was determined to do so. It was incredibly hard because I cared so deeply for this person and it hurt knowing he was with someone else. They moved in together after 2 weeks and this is when I cut ties.
It took me a good 8 months to forget he existed.
3 years later.. out of the blue, I get an email from him asking if we could speak. I didn’t really want to as I know how manipulative he can be and my friends all told me no, but something in my heart was telling me this was different.
I was SHOCKED he reached out because he has an ego the size of Texas and so I never expected him to contact me.
Something seemed so off.. He called me crying (something he never did) and he apologized for everything he put me through and tells me that I was the only person who truly accepted him for who he was and his deepest regret was treating me the way he did blah blah I didn’t take too much of it to heart as I know how manipulative he can be.
Regardless, I told him I forgave him a long time ago as I truly don’t hold space in my heart for hate or resentment and that I just hope he is now being a better person to others.
We planned to meet face to face a couple of days later.
The day came and he never showed, I texted him but he never replied. I got a call that same day from him at stupid o’clock but I was so mad that he stood me up, so I didn’t answer. I couldn’t believe I was made a fool once again and I fell for his antics.
Well, little did I know that he passed away that night. His pain and regret for the things he did was too much for him to face.
As I spent the next couple of years grieving him, I learned that I actually loved and cared for him more than I thought I did and so did he. At his funeral, I had the chance to speak to his mother who always supported us and who also tried to help him to change. She told me that they did have to go through all of his things with the police, including his phone and computers. I was shocked to hear about how many songs, poems and messages expressing his love and regret. I never thought he actually cared about me at all.
This taught me that you should never underestimate the hole your absence will leave in someone’s life. However, you must give them space to miss you. Sadly, men only learn value via losing.
On the other side, protect your peace, guard your heart and forgive yourself. Apologize to them if you need to, cry if you need to and let it go.
His family kindly allowed his demos to be uploaded onto Spotify for me and his friends to listen to.
If you’re ever wondering if he misses you, of course he does but people miss people dead or alive, it’s nothing new.
Whoever you meet, always try to leave them better than how you found them - and I don’t mean baby them or try and change them - what I mean is, SHOW them, using your actions, how people SHOULD be. No matter how bad of a person they are, always be kind, always be patient, always forgive (but you don’t need to forget) - you may ask why, as some people really don’t deserve it, but please understand that you might be the closest thing to love someone will ever experience.
I hope this made sense ❤️

** I know that no one on here is medical professionals but I have tried that route with no answers so looking to see if I can find someone who has experienced these or is educated on any of this**
I was wondering, I’ve been dealing with being emotionally numb for about 5 months now, but I also have a problem with not being able to recall memories or visualize anything in my mind.. I have no pictures flowing in my head or anything colorful. This all started after a very bad panic attack from trying a Xanax for the first time because I have a huge fear of medication. I have had panic attacks & anxiety for about 6 months before this happened. Then I tried the half of a Xanax before bed and had a terrible panic attack and woke up the next day feeling numb. Like I felt I wanted to panic but I couldn’t do anything physically, I just had the fears mentally but no physical response to the panic or anxiety (still to this day).. I wanted to cry but couldn’t no matter how hard I tried (I can cry now but not like I could before all this) then a couple of weeks later I woke up and my mind was “blank” I couldn’t recall the happy times, good memories etc. not able to visualize nothing in my mind. Before I went numb I had all of this and to a great level always have been able to do so I felt I remembered everything & every little detail! I’m now freaked out and convinced that I have brain damage and I’ll never get my sweet precious memories or visualizations back. I feel even more hopeless because I can’t find anyone else with these issues nor does any of the therapist or medical professionals I have visited even understand what I’m talking about I get looked at like I have 6 heads. If someone could please help me find answers as to if this is DPDR or dissociation and what I may be able to do in order to get my life back? Cause feeling this empty has me feeling as though I’m losing my mind or going to snap and lose control! :( I’m a mom so this is really hard to deal with for me because I feel like I am ruining my kids lives not being the mom they have known :’(

Back in March of 2022 (the absolute peak of the market) I bought a one bedroom condo for 440k in the GTA. The next week after I bought the interest rates went up and just started losing value from there. I put about 20k of work into it to make it feel new (kitchen, flooring, paint).
I now see units in the building going for 360k.
I feel like any chance for me to move to something larger is gone…
I know I’m lucky to have even been able to afford a place but I feel like unless I meet someone that already has a house or any property, my chance to ever move on is gone.
Anyone in a similar situation? I AM happy that all these condos popping up means the value is going down and they’re becoming affordable for first time buyers but I’m kicking myself for being fooled by everyone’s panic and jumping into the market….

Mischief walks up to the blue crystal clock. She spins the the big hand with her magic and the little hand lands of three. A blue flame is lit. Mischief walks away into the darkness; the light from the blue clock making her look like a silhouette.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuZbmLLv1vM

A bead of sweat falls down Mischief head. Her hair on the ground and her back up august the wall. Mischief had been doing a headstand for the last thirty minutes. In her mind, doing this action once a week was a good way to keep her blood flowing and strength high. Sun walked outside and saw Mischief up august the wall. 

“Are you gonna stand there all day”, Sun asks, holding a peach in his hand.
“You should try it”, Mischief said under the pressure. She uses her feet to push off the rock and picks herself up. “It helps with strength endurance and it help you think.”
“Hard pass”, Sun says, biting the peach. “You know I’m not good with my arms.” Mischief smirks and says, “That’s not what I heard from Ne Zha~” Sun stopped walking and almost chocked on the chunk of peach in his mouth. He looked over at Mischief and said in embarrassment, “Could you not bring Him up?”
“Why? What’s the problem”, Mischief teased. “Oh right, you still like him.” Mischief laughs and then says, “After a millennia and you still haven't told him?” Mischief continues to laugh while Sun burns a bright red and shouts, “Can you shut up?!” Sun starts to hit Mischief head and she still laughs.
“Okay, Okay, I’ll stop”, Mischief says. Sun stops laughing and crosses his arms in annoyance. “Go train Mk. I’ll see you in a bit.” Sun walks out to the training dojo. Mischief smiles but then holds her head in pain with both of her hands. She keeps her eyes shut and feels herself being surrounded by darkness. Even when her eyes where shut, she could see a being covered in a moon themed cloak.
“No…! Why are you here?!” The being looks back; her eyes glowing a light blue. She turns and starts to walk over to Mischief. Mischief raises her hand and cast a spell, but the being covered in the moon cloak faces Mischief.
I am you, as you are me.
We are two become one.
Mischief opens her eyes once the pain subsides and sees that the world around her is normal. She looks around to see if anybody else is there. No one. Mischief looks at her hands and sees then shaking with fear.
“No…. not this night…! Please, not this night….!” Mischief walked back into the house and looked around for a quill and scroll.

Mischief walks back outside to see Mk and Sun training. She sits under a shady area near the entrance to the waterfall. Mk jumps back and lands on the mountains wall. She pushes himself off and charges at Sun from above. Sun smirks and jumps directly up while Mk crashed to the ground. 

“Missed me again”, Sun said. He picks up Mk with his tail and asks, “Now how did I win?”
“Misdirection”, Mk guesses.
“Correct”, Sun says.
“That seams like a shady lesson”, Mischief yells.
“Too soon sis.” Mk chuckles a bit.
“I’m just saying the truth”, Mischief says. She walks over and whispers, “And I bet Ne Zha would say the same thing if he was here.” Sun gets an annoyed look on his face and says, “Whatever. And plus, I was always better at fighting than you.”
“Oh really?”
“Wait a second”, Mk interrupted, “You two have fought before?”
“Yeah. But it was for training purposes”, Sun says.
“Now that you mention it, we haven't trained in a while”, Mischief says. “What do you say, but brother?” Sun smirks and says, “Your on.”

Mischief and Sun get into their fighting positions on each side of the training ground. Mk sits on the stairs in anticipation. 

“Not using your weapon sis?”
“I don’t need it”, Mischief said with a smirk on her face. Sun chuckles under his breath and says, “Your done if I land this.” Sun charges to Mischief at full speed. Mischief closes her eyes and smirks. She moves out of the way and pushes her brother to the wall. Sun blinks a few times in confusion and looks back to sees Mischief untouched.
“I’m waiting.” Sun runs over to Mischief and tried to hit her multiple times but each time, Mischief blocks his attacks over and over. “Wow, brother. Your getting rusty.”
“I’ll show you rusty”, Sun exclaims. He jumps back and starts to attack with his legs.
“Not really effective!” Mischief takes Sun’s leg and pins him down with her foot. “Moon: 1. Sun: 0. I win again.”
“Mischief, let me up”, Sun says. Mischief moved her foot off of Sun’s back and says, “I thought you fought celestial beings bigger than me. You sure your not getting rusty?”
“He’s not”, Mk says. “He beat Demon Bull King, Spider Queen, and More! He’s strong enough to fight the Jade Emperor!” Mischief could hear her thoughts snap in half. She chuckles to herself in annoyance and says under her breath, “Yeah…. Sure…” Mischief then holds her head in pain.
“Mischief, are you okay”, Sun asks. He holds her shoulders.
“I’m fine”, Mischief says. “It’s just a headache. And I don’t think I’ll be able to train Mk tonight.”
“It’s okay”, Mk says. “Plus, I promised Mei I would help her fix her bike”
“Thank you, Mk.”

The full moon shines from above the mountain; its rays passing the peek of the mountain. A being covered in a night themed cloak looks down on the city below. She turns back and jumps backward. She closes her eyes and summoned a portal under her. The portal was covered in shadows and it’s magic was a dark blue. The being fell thought the portal and landed on a roof with grace and elegance. She looks back and sees the lights on in each building from each block ahead. 

“Now… where are you?”

Mk walks down the street of the city. He was walking home from Mei’s bike shop and he was hoping to get some well needed rest. 

“This is the last time I stay out this late”, Mk thinks to himself. He looks up and sees a being silhouetted bu the light of the moon. “Who is that?” Mk squints his eyes and sees the being crying up at the moon. “Are they crying?” Before Mk could call to the person, they jumped to the next roof and vanish into the night. Mk runs to the end of the block but doesn’t see the being.
“That person….. Why where they crying?”

“I’m sorry, say that again?” 

“I saw a person last night”, Mk explains. “It looked like they where crying.” Mischief stopped in her tracks and hides behind the house. She looks to her right and back down to the floor.
“H-How, the, Hell, did he see me”, Mischief thought with worry, panicking in her mind. Her racing thoughts coming to a halt. Mischief touched her broach and thought, “He was with Mei that night. He must have been walking home when he saw me.” Mischief lied the back of her head on the house wall and says, “Damn you, Moon Maiden…!” Mischief sighs and thinks, “There’s no way I can control her at this rate.” Mischief walks back to the front and sees Mk and Sun walking to the top of the mountain.
“Where are you two going?”
“We’re going to train at the top of the mountain”, Sun says. “Wanna come?”
“Sorry, not this time”, Mischief says. “I still have a bit of a headache.”
“Oh… does that mean no training tonight either”, Mk asks.
“I’m sorry, Mk”, Mischief says.
“It’s alright. Take care of yourself. We can train when you feel better.” Mischief smiles. She then remembered how her mentor from years past was so understanding. She saw a lot of them in Mk. “Well see you later.” Mk and Sun walked up the path to the top of the mountain. Mischief looks off to the side is sadness. She hated lying to Mk and her brother, but she had to protect them at all cost. She could risk to lose them like she lost…… her….
Mischief sits on a rock near the edge of the cliff and looks up at the sky. It had almost been a month since she had been away from the celestial realm: her home. She wondered if the cheetah twins had been playing in the celestial forest around this time. She touches her broach and says, “I miss you, mother…..” Pink magic flew around Mischief and a scroll appeared. Mischief catches the scroll and looks at the wax seal. “This is Ne Zha’s crest.” Mischief opens the scroll and a necklace rolls into her lap. She looks at the necklace and then read the scroll as follows:
Mischief,

**It’s good to hear from you again. I heard from your mother that you moved to earth. I hope Sun hasn’t been giving you too much of a headache. I did some research on what you told me about and it lead me to this necklace. And I also found out that the reason your alter ego is coming out on her own is because she hasn’t been bound. One of your ancestors had the same problem and they had a solution. The necklace I set you is called the moon of Apithaea. It has the power to control your alter ego’s rage. It might help you. I hope you get a hendel on your powers.** 

Could you tell sun I said hi?
-Ne Zha
Mischief chuckles and says, “Looks like Ne Zha hasn’t changed one bit. Still the same helpful prince I know.” She smirks. “And his interest in Sun hasn’t left at all.” Mischief looks at the necklace and then placed it around her neck. “Thank you, Lotus.”

Mk and Sun fight along the mountain Plato. However, Mk couldn’t couldn’t really concentrate. He was worried about Mischief, and he was thinking about the person he saw the other night. Mk was so distracted that he didn’t realize that he had left an opening for Sun to hit him. Sun stops his attack midway. 

“You got distracted.” Mk lowers his staff and shudders, “S-Sorry.”
“Are you okay? You seam distracted”, Sun points out.
“I’m worried about Mischief”, Mk says. Sun looked at Mk and the to the side of him, thinking of how to help Mk. she smiles and says, “Kid, follow me. I wanna show you something.”
“What is it?” Sun taps on the ground and a hatch opens. “Now way! How long had this been here?”
“A long time”, Sun says. He jumps and and says, “Come on!” Mk jumps down the hole and lands in a cavern like cave.
“Whoa…. Had this always been down here”, Mk asks.
“Yup”, Sun says. Mk looks ahead and sees a crystal floating above a pedestal; it’s light casting along the floor. Mk walks up to the crystal and asks, “What is this?”
“This is the crystal of the sun”, Sun explains. “This crystal has protected this mountain for a very long time. It was made over three millennia ago.”
“It’s amazing.” Mk takes a closer look at and then gets a vision.
Mischief looks back at someone; her face angry and upset.
She says something but her words are distorted and scrambled.
“She was your mentor!”
Mk blinks a few times and moves his hand away from the crystal. Sun notice Mk’s discomfort and asks, “Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh, I’m fine”, Mk reassures Sun.
“If you say so.” Sun says.
“Hey, Monkie King? Can I ask you something?”

Mk and Sun walk along the roof of a building. 

“Are you sure the person you saw the other night is gonna be here”, sun asked.
“I’m sure of it”, Mk says. The two look around. Mk looks to the north and sees the same person from the other night. “Hey!” Sun looks over to see Mk running over to the hooded person.
“Mk, wait!”
“Um. Excuse me?” The hooded figure looks back; her eyes covered in shadows. “I noticed you the other night and I wanted to meet you.” The hooded figure looks at Mk for a second.
“MK…..?”
“You know who I am?” Sun takes a closer look at the hooded woman and gains a surprised look on his face.
“Mischief?” The being blinks a few times and then says, “I’m sorry. I don’t know anyone by that name.” She tries to walk away, but Sun holds her by the solder which makes Mischief’s necklace break off. The necklace falls to the ground and Mischief’s head hands low.
“Mischief? Are you okay”, Sun asks. Mischief looks back with her glowing eyes piercing Sun’s soul from within. Sun could feel a chill go up his spine. “Um, Mischief?” Mischief rushes back and attacks Sun. “Sis! Stop! What are you doing?!”
“Anyone who get’s in my way will be destroyed”, She yells. Sun whips around and holds his sister down with all the strength he has within him.
“Mk, get the necklace”, he shouts. Mk looks over and sees the necklace. He runs over and picks it up. Mischief looks over in panic and rage.
“No!” She breaks free from her brothers hold and rushes over to Mk and holds him by his collar. Sun tries to rush over to Mischief, but she puts of a barrier. She looks up at Mk and says, “I will not be locked up like a prisoner!”
“What? I don’t get it. Who are you”, Mk asks, struggling to break free. Mischief chuckles to herself, looks up at Mk and says, “So she didn’t tell you? Your her apprentice. Surely you can tell the difference.”
“What?”
“You don’t know? I am–!” Before she could finish her sentence, A ghostly rendition of Mischief, the real Mischief, Holds back her own body. Mk falls to the ground and looks up to see the scene taking place before him.
“Mischief?”
“Mk, I’m sorry”, Mischief exclaims. “I got you and my brother rapped up in this!” Sun runs over and helps up Mk.
“Mischief, who is this”, Mk asks.
“Moon Maiden”, Mischief answers, struggling to hold her back. “She’s my alter ego. I can’t control her without the necklace! Get it!” Sun and Mk run over to the necklace. “You have gone out of control for the last time! You going back where you belong!” Moon maiden holds Mischief by her neck and says, You really think you can control me?! I am half of you that lingers in your shadow! The dark side of light! You can’t escape me, Mischief Wukong!” Mischief puts her hand on Moon Maiden’s arm and says, “No…”
“What?”
“Your right. You are part of me. But you are nothing but an alter ego! I have been through hell and back! I have lost my way over and over, but I never gave up! I have kept you back for over two damn millennia, and I’m not stopping now”, Mischief shouts, felling herself gaining power. Mischief breaks free and holds Moon Maiden with her magic. “NOW!” Mk and Sun put the necklace on Moon Maiden. Mischief lies up and forces herself back into her body. Mischief looks in the darkness and faces her alter ego. “I know you are part of me, and it’s time to make peace with the past”, Mischief says. She puts out her hand to her alter ego. “And I want you to face it with me. If you allow me to.” Moon Maiden looks down and says, “Then I guess we really are one in the same.” She takes Mischief hand.
“We are two become one. The shadow of the sun.”

Mischief gains breath and she holds herself up. 

“M, are you okay”, Sun asks.
“I’m alright”, Mischief says.

“Alter ego, Huh? That’s a new one”, Sun says. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her before”, Mischief says. “I though I could control her on my own, but I can’t even do that right.”
“Mischief, you can talk to us”, Mk says. “We’re here for you.” Mischief looks at both Mk and Sun and says, “You know, I think me coming down here was a blessing in disguise. I’m glad you two are here with me.” The trio smiles.

So I'm on mobile, so I won't have any sources here, but this is all taken from post I've seen in the last 2 days.
I think I know what ryan et all are up to, and it's brilliant.
With 75ish million of us direct registered in book, we can enrol for direct reinvestment.
With ryan able to make investing and financial decisions, he can buy or sell stocks with GME money as he wishes.
With the shelf offering, the company can sell shares to raise capital, as it wishes.
With the volume this stock trades, there's likely over a billion shares in circulation, roughly 3:1 shorts per share.
Lets bring it all together, if you're still with me.
What that (might) mean is that they can start off with either a cash or preferred stock dividend, buying back common stock shares for a cent and issuing prefered stock, assuming starting with booked computer shares.
Then, they can issue a dividend, with roughly $360MM, at a $1/share. If the 75MM is directly reinvested, then they can sell shares on the open market, and apes will buy them back with that money they just got as a dividend.
This negates the negative pressure of dilution, as there is immediate demand.
Now, we know the shorts can paper over their loses almost indefinitely, without having to realize them.
You know what they can't ignore? Dividends. So the 1Bn approx shares in circulation, will go directly back to apes. And if I know apes they spend at least a third of their disposable income on new shares, so pretty much a 100% ROI for RC and company.
This can be done, over, and over, and over, until someone screams uncle and goes tits up.
And there's nothing the SEC, finra, god or the courts or the president can do to stop it, because all GME is doing is giving money back to it's loyal investors.
GG all, hang in there.

Hi, I broke up with my partner about a week ago and have felt incredibly sad, depressed, and have now also come to the conclusion after extensive thinking that I did this because of ROCD. And I regret it so much.
For months I have been asking “am I actually happy?” And questioning if I was actually feeling good. I became so fixated trying to figure out if I was secretly unhappy that I became convinced that a happy person cannot be thinking these things. I didn’t want to scare my partner or make them feel like I was not really in love with them, because I didn’t know how I felt, but now i really regret not telling them my fears.
Because then it morphed to the point I became so obsessive and paranoid that I was secretly unhappy - with little proof, besides small moments of emotional triggers or random shit I think I found to try to justify these feelings - that I actually became unhappy. Duh.
I’ve been in therapy for a while and my therapist made a comment like, “if you are trying to heal from anxious attachment and you find yourself in a dynamic thst is triggering you, perhaps it would be better for healing to not be in it.” And then I started spiraling and panicking that i was hurting my partner so horribly by being this upset about this. And my friends all validated the fears and said that if I was really happy I wouldn’t think like this. So I became convinced I had to end it and did.
Now, with the break up clarity of having an answer to “do I actually want to break up” I know the answer was no. I know I was self sabotaging and having a whole private emotional journey and created the distance I was so paranoid was secretly there. And got worried I was “losing myself” because I was so anxious about the relationship. And I feel so fucking sad and I regret it. I think I needed to do it to know this but I feel so sad.
During the break up they were so supportive and even said they were proud of me for doing this because it seems really hard. And I was crying even saying “I don’t want to do this, but I feel like I have to.” We agreed to stay in each other’s lives and first take space. But now I really really regret it. And I want to try to express all of this and also tell them I really reaLly want this to work. There is so much love between us.
Tldr: I was in a happy relationship for years with someone so supportive and patient, and I became anxious I was secretly unhappy and felt like I had to end it because I was the problem and needed to work on my insecurities. But I think I self sabotaged. I want to try to explain ROCD and save our relationship.
Any support or advice …. I would appreciate 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Imagine being told the house would take 10-13 months to build. And then imagine being assigned a crappy construction manager named Kevin Thornton and waiting 18+ months for the completion of your home, who seemed to only been hired because his brother Chris Thornton was already a construction manager for the company.
Being told 4 false closing dates. Having to lose a good interest rate because they don’t know how to build a house within a reasonable time. I’ve seen whole apartment complexes built in the time we’ve been waiting.
Having to reach out to said construction manager and the sale consultant Zac Davidson every single month to get an update when you were told you would get an update roughly every two weeks. Being lied to every single month. Trish is also a dishonest unprofessional woman who constantly dodges phone calls and lies about everything.
Finding a crappy job being done in the primary bathroom shower and them having to rip it out and start over again, because part of the shower wall was bowing out into a triangle shape and the small square tiles were not flat and straight with tons of extra grout around them. Having a crappy grading job where 1/3 of the back yard is unusable. And nothing can be done about it, Holiday Builders just loves cheap labor.
Going through a full roll of blue painters tape to point out all the flaws in the construction, where the manager will run out of tape, but luckily we brought some to continue using half the roll. And they still didn’t fix everything the first go around, where we had to call them back multiple times to fix the issues described at the first walkthrough, after closing. You’ll find paint on every single door handle in the house. And paint splatter all over your floors. Different caulking colors used on the countertops right next to each other. You’ll ask them to paint the water access water into the home because it looked like crap the first time and then they’ll make it worse and also paint the grass and gutter runoff as well because they simple don’t give a hoot about anything.
They even had to rip up two parts of the yard to have water and septic lines in place inspected because they forgot and now we’re stuck with even more shitty grading and yard work because of that.
They’ll schedule exterior stuff after laying sod down that end up leaving the yard dug up and not manicured and looking like trash. And then you’ll wait weeks for them to come fix it.
They give you a smart door lock that’s supposed to come with the Rekeying tool, but they won’t give it to you for unspecified reasons, even though you paid for it. You’ll ask if the front door lock is a smart/Wi-Fi compatible one. They’ll say no, but after reading the manual you’ll find out it is. They don’t even know how the products they’re installing works!
Being told a shower door for the primary bathroom isn’t even included after finding out 1 week before closing, seems like their architects failed physics, because water still gets out the shower with a door there if it’s it recessed. Finding out that something as inexpensive as cabinet handles are not included and finding out after the first walkthrough that they’re an “expensive upgrade”, when it was never mentioned during the upgrades selection. Why would I upgrade to 42” upper cabinets and soft close but not op for handles, does that make sense to you. Paying nearly 400k for a house and they can’t even do these simple thing’s correctly or offer these simple things as standard. What if someone had a disability and opening cabinets without handles is extremely difficult for them. Holiday Builders doesn’t give a single hoot about you if that’s the case.
When blinds and a refrigerator and a washer and dryer and a garage door openers are already not included. I would expect the said things above be STANDARD! And a sales consultant that only cares about his paycheck and his ego, than the customer named Zac Davidson, who won’t let you know certain basic things are an upgrade. Zac Davidson is a man that gets his feelings hurt when he gets caught in a lie and starts to be disrespectful when he doesn’t agree with something you’re trying to explain to him.
Holiday builders doesn’t care about the customer. They only care about their wallets. They’ll rush to get the CO before having everything installed. In hopes of you signing before notice they put a hole in your drywall while installing your shelves. Or better yet the construction manager won’t even walkthrough the house prior to have any touch ups or fixes done before the first walk through. We found out our water heater wasn’t even hooked up correctly after closing. Holiday Builders are real comedians.
The trades that they hire can’t even get simple things done like paint and caulking and not painting the floor and door handles, we basically covered the whole house in blue tape and only 50% of it was taken care it. 50% of the trims around the door frames were missing paint and the other 50% looked like a blind man painted the door frames, thick goops of paint and splatter everywhere. They’ll even make sure the caulking where the base boards meet the dry wall has spider web cracking in every single ROOM. Every single one of these trades and construction managers need glasses because I do not honestly understand how you can be proud of your work and let customers find this type of garbage work.
We were so fed up with this process we ended up just fixing all of the issues ourselves. Don’t build with them unless you’re okay with paying for upgrades on basic things that should be standard and you’ll have to ask the construction managers like they’re a 4th grader if they completed their homework. And having to do all the basic touch ups yourselves. It’s extremely frustrating and sad that I can’t be excited about being my first home because of this shitty fucking experience. Also any response to this review will be taken as passive aggressive, if you state that this was taken care of because it wasn’t, everything still looks like shit.
The plumbers and septic company they use suck too. We’re still dealing with sewage smells in our home that they can’t figure out. Constant back ups due to poor plumbing ventilation and workmanship. The plumbers came to investigate and didn’t even have any of the right tools or equipment to do anything and had to borrow my equipment. If you’re wondering which clowns they use. Naber Plumbing and Brain David Septic.
They even under size the AC unit tonnage for the home. Your AC will run for 18 hours a day. I found that they didn’t even seal the area for where the cold air comes out the air handler. It was just blowing all the cold air into the AC room and into the attic. Mechanical One don’t know what they’re doing and Holiday Builder takes shortcuts everywhere they can with undersizing your AC unit and going with the cheapest labor.
Every single builder in the area builds homes faster than these clowns.
Holiday Builders suck. Ever heard the saying lazy people work twice. Everything about their workmanship is trash. The construction managers do not inspect work done by the trades after it is completed. Their scheduling sucks too. They lie about everything, every step of the way. Don’t build with them. We’re still finding issues every single damn day with this house. Don’t make the mistake of building with Holiday Builders. Build with Maronda or anyone else other than this clowns. Zac Davison sucks. Trish sucks. Chris Thornton sucks and his brother Kevin Thornton sucks even more, Steve Pettko sucks. Chris Cubillos Suck.

I'm a bit of a burn out. Loneliness has exhausted me for the past few years and it's about all I can take just to keep going on. I'd really like to meet someone who makes me feel something again. Someone who makes me excited to be alive again. I want to meet someone who makes me beam from dawn to dusk just by their presence in my life.
I'm an internet hermit. I don't go out much, except to take care of my wonderful little corgi dog. He's basically my whole entire world. Don't worry about asking to see him, I was planning on showing him off to you anyway. I'm very proud of him and he's basically my literal son and actual child.
I play a lot of video games. You don't have to, but it'd be cool if you did. We could watch movies together and listen to music together, and just hang out together in Discord calls. I'm looking for someone who wants to spend a lot of time together.
I don't have much of a physical type, except for that I'm only attracted to thin and average girls. I don't mind a few pounds to lose, I've got a few myself (maybe we can motivate each other to live healthier?), but I don't find obesity attractive.
I'm very average myself, so if you're looking for tall and handsome, you'll want to look someplace else, but if you don't mind an average looking internet hermit, maybe I'm the guy for you?

Hello. I really need advice. support. opinions. anything, ill take it.
I (29f) am totally lost.
My significant other 30m and I are going through it. We have been together 5 years and have worked thorough a lot of things together that we probably should have just gone to therapy for but we grew, and I'm so thankful for that and proud tbh. My issue is however, that he has a very addictive personality and it effects his personal growth and ambition in life. He is addicted to nicotine, was as addicted as you can be to smoking weed in high school + a few years after, he had an issue with watching porn for a while in excess, and drinks alcohol though, not excessively.
The alcohol thing is where i need to explain. Its not how much he drinks, its how many consecutive days he drinks, even if its just one or 2 drinks a night. His brain chemistry changes. i'm no scientist but i know it effects his brain. He doesn't get black out drunk by any means. But after 3 days of having 1 or 2/3 drinks after work he is less able to control his emotions, less able to be rational during arguments or discussions. Less compassionate, less present, this list goes on and on yall.
This has been a topic of discussion for years. more than once he's committed to being sober ( although it obviously didn't stick) so he is aware that he'd probably be better off. Us as a couple sure as hell would and he knows that!
We have had had bigger issues in the past with his drinking and he cut back quite a lot. Like previously stated, he usually has 1 or 2 (maybe 3 if I'm thinking about it) beers or drinks or whatever is in the fridge a night. he will do this for three nights then skip two. then three again then skip 3 then 4 nights in a row then skip two...that sort of pattern,
Cutting back isn't going to cut it, with what I've had to deal with and learned about how he functions even with small amounts of alcohol periodically were not going to stop having issues until he just stops altogether.
He grew up with alcohol all around him. its normal in his family to have a beer rain or shine. Drinking is for sure linked to "manliness" in his family. Addiction also runs rampant in his family as well, but drinking is just so normalized none of them would ever think to try the sober route in life. I on the other hand could give a shit less about drinking anymore and hardly drink.
His drinking is honestly effecting his ambitions. More often I find myself feeling like his mom, encouraging him to work on his career, reminding him that if i can find time to do my school work he can find time to do his computer programming certificate thing ( that I honestly don't think he will ever finish)
We are both late bloomers. Except once I figured out what I wanted to do with my life I shot out of the gate like a race horse. And I was chomping at the bit for years trying to figure it out! Reading blogs, buying books, joining groups etc etc. I started going to school. 3 quarters in, Deans list every quarter. I started building a brand. I have all these side projects and I'm so excited for my days off so I can work on those side projects. Him on the other hand.....yeah I just wouldn't describe him as excited about anything in life. Or ambitious.... I'm tearing up writing that but its true
He is such a hard worker when it comes to the jobs he's had. He is such a loving understanding boyfriend ( 60 percent of the time unfortunately, and it pains me to admit that to myself). I love him dearly and he loves me dearly also. He is literally my best friend and I'm his. I am just so sad that 40 percent of the time I have to deal with someone I don't love because of something so stupid as alcohol. And I'm so upset he wont just stop casually drinking even though he can clearly see it effects him and our relationship so much.
Am i wrong to think that one day he's going to grow up and stop drinking and be the perfect man? Should I just accept him for the 60 percent of the time I'm happy, and love him with his flaws the other 40% of the time? Should I end this? did i out grow him? I'm lost. I'm sad. i don't want to lose my best friend.

Hi Reddit, this is my first time posting on this site in years, for context on this story I am a 19-year-old girl residing in east London.
Two weeks ago, I was on a night out in my town, which I won't name, however, it is on the eastern outskirts of Greater London. It was a cold Friday night in early May when I began to walk home. By this time I was heavily drunk and had split off from my friends Sania and Marcus, who were also blackout drunk, they took the Elizabeth line to get home to their university digs in Harrow. So, I was left all by myself.
As I began to walk to the bus stop; which wasn't far from the club. I noticed a tall, skinny man with his head in his hands sitting on the red plastic bench at the stop. I couldn't see much of his face as it was obscured by his long, dark brown messy hair. I sat down on the bench, furthest away from him, because it was around 1 am, the area was deserted and honestly, this guy was giving me the creeps. He was wearing a dark brown leather bomber jacket, green cargos and a Mayhem band T-Shirt.
I sat, and waited for the bus, for around five minutes. Scrolling through TikTok. When suddenly, my focus was interrupted by the sound of sobbing coming from my left, I turned to see the man, head still in his hands sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the man several times before making my decision. I scooted over to him, put my hand on his shoulder (keep in mind I was still in my drink-induced, confident, sociable state). He looked up at me, admittedly I thought he was quite handsome, that was until I was hit by his breath, which was a fowl stench, a mixture of cigarettes, vomit and tooth decay.
He had thick, furrowed dark eyebrows, short yet unkempt stubble, tears rolling down his face. I asked him "Hey, are you alright?". At this point, his facial expression changed, he let out a loud smoker's cough, covering his mouth with his elbow. Wiping his tears away with the same elbow he looked me in the eyes and simply said: "I've hurt a lot of people". At this point, starting to sense the vibe was off, I asked "What do you mean?". I felt the alcohol starting to lose it's effects on me, I regretted interacting with this man at all.
He told me plainly, "I've killed someone." At this moment, my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest, I thought he must be joking, or lying. I timidly said, "Wait, what?" I was choking on my words. He went on to confess to me that he had killed a 17 year old boy after arranging a gay encounter with him over Grindr. He told me that he stabbed the boy in the neck with a screwdriver before burning his body in the woods with lighter fluid. I stood there aghast at this sudden confession, when I saw the headlights of the night bus approaching in the distance, without hesitating I boarded, tapped my oyster and looked back, he did not follow me on. The bus doors slam shut, I ride the bus, only for around four stops before reaching my house, as I step out from the bus, I look to my left only to see a dark figure with long dark hair running towards me down the street, I book it towards my house, shove the key into the lock before slamming the door shut and screaming for my mum.
That night I dreamt of the encounter in vivid detail, and the following night, and the night after. However, as the nights went on, I would see the act of murder in his eyes, as if it was a projection, the dream would pause as he looked up to me, and the pause would be longer each night, seeing more vivid details reflected from his dark green eyes. The dreams stopped around a week after the experience, but I was left deeply disturbed. What unsettled me the most was his voice, robotic and deep, sounding almost distorted as I dreamt of him more and more. My last dream was on the night of the 11th of May, a Saturday night. I was awoken to complete paralysis of my body, I heard as clear as day from across the room "There wasn't just one victim." Loudly in a female voice.
I made my official police report today (18/05/24), and was given a reference number, the police told me they would try to identify the man, as he was caught on CCTV walking past the club I was at several times that night (which ironically is opposite the police station).

so today i got in an argument and i realized how much of a shitty gf i am. he had a bad day today and i was stuck up his ass abt calling him and after asking a million of times he goes "dude can u calm down? i js showered get off my fucking dick" and im on my period so i got pissed. and ended telling him im going to sleep. he told me "ily" and i said " i dont want ur ily" amd he goes on to explain how i dont ask how he is n all i ever do is ask to call and that made me realize how shit of a gf i am. i feel so bad bc ik he deserves sm better and currently im having a breakdown idk what im doing anymore. i js feel so shit. i never knew how to lve someone as ive never actually been loved but damn hes the only guy ive ever wanted. i love him sm i cant lose him.i wish i treated him better then been such a shitty gf.

TL;DR at the bottom.
So, for those of whom don’t remember, there was a time where RT Sponsor dues were just $10 every six months. And when you’re thirteen years old, without a source of income aside from the very rare allowance your mom gives you, $10 is a lot of money. I was neck deep in my love of RT content, but I was dying to take it to the next level with Sponsor exclusive content. So, I bartered with my mom to cover the payments in exchange for chores. Hindsight, she probably got the better end of the deal, but I was over the moon. I got that star next to my name, and that was all that mattered.
Cut to a few years later, they’ve upped the cost from $10 every six months to $19.99 every six months. But, people like me who signed up prior to the price change were grandfathered in and were still paying the old price. However, Chelsea did state that if there was a lapse in payment, you’d lose your grandfather status. Easy enough, right?
If only it could’ve lasted forever. But my mom’s debit card expired, and as you could imagine, this lead to a lapse in payment. Obviously, I was distraught. I was a broke college student, my daily lunch was a bag of microwave popcorn and a can of Arizona Iced Tea. I emailed support and begged them for help, but they told me there was nothing they could do. I told my mom what had happened, and how sad I was, but she insisted I should call and ask to be transferred to whomever was in change. That there had to be someone who could change the price back. I called, got to the supervisor, and they told me the same thing: they couldn’t do anything to help me, and that they were sorry for my predicament. I blamed myself, and wallowed in my self-loathing for a few days.
Imagine my surprise when I’m having dinner with my parents, and I’m telling my dad this whole story, when my mom tells me she’s going to straighten it out. The exchange goes like this:
Mom: It’ll be okay, honey. I’m going to fix this. Me: Wait, what does that mean? Mom: Don’t worry about it. I’m taking care of it. Me: I’m very worried now. What are you talking about? What did you do? Mom: I just emailed support, told them I was your mother, and I wasn’t going to let them treat you like this. You’ve been a loyal customer and fan for too long, you deserve better treatment. Me: … Please tell me you’re joking. Mom: I just told them the truth. You’re a good kid. And you shouldn’t be punished for something that was an accident. Me: I’m not being punished, it’s just their policy. Punishment would be banning me from the site because my mother is harassing their support staff via email. Mom: Oh it’s not harassment. I was very polite, but I made it clear that I wasn’t going to let you go down without a fight. Me: Without a fight?! Mom! What did you say?
Here’s something you need to know about my mom: she’s never one to take something lying down. Especially when it comes to her kids. The admin in our schools knew her by name, and knew she wasn’t one to be trifled with. She was like an urban legend. Whenever she felt we weren’t being treated fairly or got in trouble for something that wasn’t our fault, it would only take one phone call before the school was apologizing to her for their “mistake” and hope she would forgive them. I’m pretty sure she was on some sort of call list that immediately routed her to the head of school. Crazy parents wish they could reach my mother’s level. She’s capable of destroying people like a hurricane destroys a city.
So, I knew what it meant when my mom said she was “taking care of it”. It meant she was going to put the fear of god into them. And if they wouldn’t relent, I think she would have got on the first plane to Austin and “taken care of it” in person, which is the nuclear option. Your only choice at that point would be to move out of her way or get rolled over. It’s a terrifying sight.
She showed me the email, and it was everything I feared. It mentioned like ten times that she was my mom, how sad I was, how I cried, how wrong they were, how she wasn’t going to let this happen, they were going to fix this, and how this wasn’t how you treated a child (I WAS IN COLLEGE). Needless to say, I was horribly embarrassed. I needed to leave the country, assume a new identity, get plastic surgery to change my face, then make a new account on the site. The best I could hope for was that her email would go into a junk folder for crazy moms and they would never read it.
I was not so lucky.
A few days later, my mom shows me how she got a response from someone who was at the top of the food chain.
God strike me down, for it was the people’s Queen herself.
Barbara Dunkleman.
Her response to my mother’s unhinged email was nothing short of polite. She apologized for what happened, explained that her team, while growing in size, was still quite small. So they weren’t able to give my case the care it deserved. But reiterated what we heard from four different people at customer service: there was nothing that could be done.
But, Barbara graciously offered a year of free membership to compensate for my “distress”.
I was mortified.
Twelve years I was the girl with the terrifying mom in school, now her terror has spread amongst the RoosterTeeth staff.
If I knew this was how it would end up, I would’ve suffered through the loss of my grandfathered Sponsorship in silence instead of sharing my feelings with my mom.
To be perfectly honest, I actually avoided meeting Barbara at RTX because I was afraid she would remember my name. Realistically, she probably wouldn’t have. She meets so many fans and dealt with so many users on a daily basis, I was probably just a distant memory to her. But I wasn’t willing to take that chance. Go to a signing, introduce myself, then Barbara starts slowly backing away in case my mom is in the area.
And I thought I would take this story to my grave. But with everything that’s happened, and everyone sharing their stories, I thought what the heck.
Barbara, if you’re reading this, please know that I am sorry for my mother. Wish I met you irl at RTX when I had the chance.
TL;DR: Lost my grandfathered sponsor rates due to an expired debit card. My mom decided to intervene when I gave up hope, and sent a SCATHING email to RT support. Barbara herself responded and was very nice and helpful. I’m still embarrassed about this.

Hey there, I'm looking for someone new to talk to with the possibility of it becoming something more! (as the title says, I do prefer much larger body types as they're cute to me, but please know I'm not looking for sexual chat!) I really love learning about people, and would love to learn about someone new, about their passions and interests, and have someone who loves doing the same in return! I ideally would like to talk on discord eventually!
As the title says, I'm definitely more of a nerd than anything, haha. I love reading, cooking and baking, video games, and generally more homebody hobbies. I currently live in California and I'm going to start my first year of College this fall! To describe myself, I'm around 5'10, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm on the chubby side myself (although I'm losing weight, down 10 pounds and counting!). I'm also asexual, so I'd like someone who's okay with that!
For a partner, I'd ideally want someone genuine and caring, and while not required, it'd really help if you shared some of my hobbies! I don't have many appearance preferences, tbh!

Hi all. I (M31) am in a relationship with my partner (F34) for a year and she’s someone I love very much but I feel she’s getting more abusive and I don’t know how to react anymore.
For background, I and my partner have known each other for a couple of years and fell in love since first sight when neither of us don’t believe in such thing. Enjoys activities together, great memories when things are going well but rather incompatible when it comes to arguments. Our arguments revolve around me not being able to meet her expectations around time. She hates when I take my time to think before speaking and when I don’t meet her schedule or I don’t meet my own schedule.
Although we bounce back very very quickly after resolved, the arguments in itself are highly emotional and take a toll on us pretty badly. There are a few things to note: * Cultural differences (West for me, East for her) but I refuse to pinpoint this as a major source of why we cannot communicate well. * Difference in being raised. I am self made, grew up with loving family, have siblings and spent a lot of time in childhood on sports and musical performance. She is an only child, absent parents so she grew up on her own however well funded by family, an academic. We are both fairly comfortable financially - top 10% earners.
My partner fights emotionally. She says a lot of mean things, swears at me, raises her voice, slams doors & items around and refuse to give me space when I need and ask for it. Mean things said in the past - I am poor, no emotional quality, fat, lazy, having an employee mindset, boring, evil. I also get kicked out several times - being a house or car in a middle of a trip. I don’t believe any of the things she says is true and I always call for a time out when things get too heated. But she never gives me space and continues on her emotional rampage giving me no choice than to escape being walking out of the conversation or driving out of the apartment if she corners me everywhere in the apartment.
What she said about me is that I am cold and pointy. My words are concise and pointy enough to hurt her, without the need to swear or raise my voice. She says she loves me very much and cares for me, and it hurts her so much to see me walking away, me saying mean words and being unfair. Statements I’ve made that triggered her: * Focuses too much on external versus internal (worrying too much on presentation and status when it comes to her friends, careful with her words with others but abusive verbally internally with me) * Saying that she is abusive and justified her abuse on me (she says she says things because I am tense), that this has no place in a relationship. A red flag in character. * Thinking that her growing up without siblings caused her to be the centre of attention and if she doesn’t get her way, she becomes unkind, throws a tantrum and says things without thinking of consequences.
The last conversation. She called me evil, that I scare her and hurt her. This triggered me and I communicated this to her. Being someone that is evil, intimidating and someone that hurts her emotionally is the last thing I wanted to be as a person so I decided enough is enough, and I decided to leave the apartment. If she really thinks this way, then I’m not the person for her and good riddance. I’m not going to be in a relationship where I’m seen as this evil person that scares his own partner. I drew this line in the sand and communicated to her. She maintains that I am not caring and I should be caring and comforting her while being emotional, but I can neither care nor comfort her when she’s abusive towards me. I’ve tried to hug her multiple times with success but it’s so painful and frustrating to go against the grain in hugging someone so emotionally abusive, it sickens me and builds resentment (also communicated to her).
Am I being unfair? That I have to read between the lines to see her intention ignoring the abuse of what is said to me at the time? I need to always remain present and take the abusive, the screams. My need of space is unwarranted because I leave her in pain which is uncaring. That I’m ignoring her emotional needs at the time of argument.
Considered therapy but no one made the move and I thought this issue can be resolved internally by being kind, thinking before speaking on how it can impact the other person, apologising after saying mean things and respecting how each other communicates in their own pace without the need to call names on the other person.
TL:DR. In a relationship I consider loving but also abusive, wanting to resolve in a way that does not involve me losing dignity as a person. I care about words being said but she says things without consequences, and cannot control her emotions & words.

TLDR; I'm starting to feel very bitter and resentful since I lost weight at my bf's request, and I don't know why I'm feeling this way or know how to fix it. I'd appreciate anyone's sharing their experiences or advice.
I'm 29F, dating my boyfriend 29M of three years. I am autistic and he is the only guy I've ever dated. I love him dearly and he is my world. My highest weight was around 240lbs at 5 foot 5, when we met. He is an extremely fit bodybuilder, though I fell for him when he was much less built than he is now. I was just as amazed by his beautiful mind, body and soul. I would love him at any size. He always assured me that he liked fat girls so my weight was no concern at all and even a plus for him. He indicated that he was very attracted to me. We have intimate relations at least once per day, which made me think that there was no problem with mutual attraction.
Being slim is not something I had any interest in for myself. I am a very indoor person who only has sit-down hobbies. I was clearly obese but never had any mind to change it. Until he seemed to change his mind about his "type."
Around last year he began to remark that he would like me to lose weight and have less fat in my stomach and a more slim body and abs etc. More like how the girls on social media/anime usually look like. I was okay with this idea because though I had no interest in being thin, I also was not really particularly invested in staying fat. At least, so I thought. I asked why his mind changed, but he just gave me the vague answer that he realised he likes slim women more now. I couldn't really get anything more detailed out of him. Well I was okay with it anyway so I went ahead and went on a diet and started daily exercises since that time. I stopped drinking wine with my meals and gave up my hobby of baking fresh cakes and sweets every day. I switched to eating lower calorie meals, eating more salads and doing daily cardio and typical stuff like that.
I lost around 100lbs over the last year or so because of these changes. My new weight is about 135lbs. I look "healthy." My boyfriend comments that he likes how he can see my abs and holding my new lighter and smaller body feels good for him. Everything should be perfect now... but I am just not happy and I don't understand why.
I just feel bitter about it all. I can't help but feel that he is so shallow for caring about a little bit of fat- I feel hurt that he cares so much for a silly thing like a slim figure, even though I know that basically all guys care a lot about looks and he's just being normal and that I need to just get over it.
Even though I've "earned" his affection I feel sad and disconnected somehow. I don't know how to move forward with this, I've tried checking posts advising on how to deal with the resentment you develop for being treated better after losing weight but nothing seems to work. I just don't know how to be normal and just be happy that I am more "attractive" (to some people, I guess. I think I look ugly and mannish now and have no curves and a flat chest.) and that he is complimenting my body but for some reason I just can't be happy and have this bitterness hanging over me. Any advice on how to just let that go and be happy would be amazing.
I feel so ridiculous and seethey for having a stupid non-problem like this of "boo hoo, my boyfriend finds me hot now" but I just don't know how to get rid of it. I don't even want him to see me nude now because I find the whole situation so depressing and I feel like an idiot for it. I just don't know how to let go of the pointless negativity and just embrace my new body and life happily without feeling like I'm walking outside in my new body cosplaying someone I hate.
Thanks in advance and sorry for the long read. If this isn't suitable for this sub then sorry in advance, pretty new to all of this.

I had been with my partner for 8 years. For full transparency, he told me has was a sex addict the day we met. He was in recovery at the time and was (I thought) dedicated. Part of what drew me to him was that he seemed so in touch with his emotions and was working on himself, which I attributed to the SLAA program, and to be honest I didn't ever think we would be anything. Overall I was non-judgmental. I was young and it was a novelty in a way. He was open and honest, talked about his past experiences with swinger couples (that was his thing), but assured me that was all behind him. What he really wanted was a healthy, monogamous relationship. Against all my better judgement, I fell in love. Looking back, he love-bombed me and I fell for it.
Over the last 8 years there have been multiple D-Days. The first was fairly early on in our relationship. He had moved and we were long-distance at the time (long-distance with a sex addict--I mean wow) and he told me he had been having a hard time with his addiction, was using porn compulsively and started a "No Fap" challenge to reset. I thanked him for being transparent with me and did my best to be supportive. Shortly after, I ended up snooping and found out he got a HJ at a massage parlor. He confessed, I was devastated. He was remorseful. Doubled down on his efforts. We carried on.
Years later we were living together and I noticed he was being more hostile towards me. My gut told me something was up. I snooped again and found lewd text exchanges with strangers. He was not in the program at the time. I did a few therapy sessions, he started weekly therapy and started working the program again. We picked up the pieces and carried on.
Cut to a few years later. We're at a rocky period in our relationship. I get a sense that something is up, and find text exchanges revealing that he had made out with someone at a bar. He was trying to pursue her, hoping to meet up again and pick up where they left off. I took screenshots of the interaction and called her, told her everything, and asked if she would be willing to tell me anything else about their interaction. She said that they had just made out but she did find it weird that when he first started texting her it was from a different number. That tipped off alarm bells. I confronted him. He was defensive. We did couples therapy, he started working the program again. I persisted.
Then the most recent D-Day, this past Saturday. I had been complaining about some pelvic pain for a few weeks, had an appointment scheduled with the OB/GYN to try to see what's up. I fell asleep on the couch with him rubbing my stomach. He told me how happy he was and that I was the love of his life. Then shortly after midnight I woke up and he was in a panic. He told me that he had really fucked up and needed to tell me something. Then he confessed that he had met up with a swinger couple from a website and had unprotected sex in the bathroom of the bar with the wife. He feared he had given me an STD and that was the source of my pain. As far as I knew at the time, this was the first time he had actually had intercourse outside of the relationship.
It felt like my world was caving in around me. He just proposed to me TWO WEEKS AGO. With my grandmother's ring. That D-Day was the day we picked up my ring from the jeweler. I was resolved to do things differently this time, and rather than continue to hide the depths of his addiction I told everyone--my friends, my family. I told him to move out. I got an STD panel. More things started to come out--visits to nudist clubs, more sex with swingers, I'm sure a bunch of other things that he didn't want to tell me at the time. I didn't eat for two days. Started smoking again. And yet. Within 72 hours, I was asking him to come back and trying to "set boundaries", imagining that maybe this was the real wake up call we both needed to fix this for real. He was my best friend. I thought he was the love of my life. We'd been virtually inseparable for the last 8 years. And I mean we just got engaged. In my head I wanted to leave, but in my heart I still, somehow, wasn't ready to let go.
Until yesterday, when my real wake up call came. I was out with my mother and her best friend. They were both aware that I was flirting with reconciliation and were very appropriately concerned. That all changed when my mother told me something that rocked me to my core. Apparently a few months ago she was alone with him in my apartment and he started rubbing himself through his pants in front of her. He said "I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you", and asked her if she wanted to touch it. She was in shock and obviously said no. She said he then put her hand on his penis and she immediately left the apartment. When I asked why she didn't tell me immediately, she said she was too afraid to tell me because she thought I would run toward him and away from her. She was afraid she would lose me and our relationship. I forgive her. But I will never, ever forgive him. I immediately called him and told him it was over, that he needs so so much help and I will no longer be there for him.
I know it sounds crazy given that I knew he was a sex addict from the start, but I didn't know that it would lead to this. I didn't realize the way it would escalate, and that he would eventually sexually assault my mother. It's sick, truly. Obviously I'm not in a great headspace right now and I know I will have to do a ton of therapy to process the trauma of all of this. But ultimately I am grateful. Grateful that this happened before I was married or had a child with this man--who knows what he is truly capable of?
I'm sharing all this in case there is someone else like me out there looking for the courage to leave their sex addict spouse. Please, please don't let it get to this. I would have never imagined that he was capable of this. The addiction WILL continue to escalate. YOUR LIFE and YOUR FAMILY'S LIVES are at stake. If I could go back in time eight years and undo it all I would. No amount of "love" is worth this.
TL;DR--My former fiance's sex addiction escalated to the point that he sexually assaulted my mother.

Honestly not a stretch to say he’s one of the most haxed characters I’ve seen in shonen, especially with all schrifts. He is layered with hax and for every weakness one of his abilities has, another ability counters it. Dude can negate all of someones powers before his opponent even enters a fight with him, can know everything they do, can future fuck the hell out of them, can use reality warping on them, is passively intangible and has mid godly regen, has infinite speed dura negging attacks, can redirect fortune/misfortune away from him, is basically invincible to bricks because of The Wind, and more, all for someone who’s “only” low multi.
I know a lot of characters beat him through higher scaling or dimensionality, but within his own tier very rarely do I see matches where he loses to someone by outhaxing him. Kubo made him way too op lol

Hi reddit , this is my first ever post so pls be kind . I (19M) have a crush on my straight guy best friend (also 19M) . We met in college and we developed a really trusting relationship and I came out to him as one of the very few people I ever came out to ( I live in a very conservative third world country ) . After a while I developed feelings towards him and I have tried to ignore them cuz I know it is pointless to have those feelings since he is straight but it just won't go away. I don't want to lose him or cut him out of my life because I really love him as a friend . My feelings can be very overwhelming at times and it's something I struggle with a lot . I am an introvert and I just found so much comfort in my relationship with him . Recently I have also just been feeling really jealous of others who get to spend more time with him (he is an extrovert and his circle just keeps growing and I am not very social) .I am at a loss for what to do to stop constantly feeling like I am missing affection . I know life goes on and I will eventually lose those feelings but at the moment it's taking a toll on me and I don't know what to do. Sorry if I sound like a child but you can expect that from someone who has no dating/romantic experience at all. Any advice would be appreciated.

I’m enjoying this game for what it’s worth and I know that it’s not even officially out yet, but I hope that before the official release they can add these things to the game. I don’t know if the devs are reading this sub, but I’m sure at least one of them does lol!
Different looking gear: This is definitely one of the main complaints in the game and they should really address this. Legendary weapons and gear should look like their in-game counterparts if they have any like in Fallout Shelter. I mean Cicero is wearing a mail, he should be wearing his jester costume. Tiber Septim should be wearing his gold armor, and so on. It just helps differentiate it from other items and also make them look more “Legendary”. They don’t even need to make their 3D model look similar to the source material, just their gear is fine, but at least give them the right skin tone and hairstyle.
As for the other gear with just special effects but are not from the other ES games, literally just add particle effects on them like a sword with a fire bonus should be on fire, an axe with a frost bonus should be icy, a dagger with a lifesteal effect should be dripping in blood, and so on. It makes it more obvious that the item has an enchantment. I swear people would love this game more if you add that.
Return the “Wasteland Expedition” feature(forgot what it’s called) that Fallout Shelter had: You know, just drop a unit or a party in a carriage placed maybe at the entrance of the castle or something and let them explore the world where they will get items, gold, and so on, without your intervention, and the longer they explore, the more items they get, then give it a cap that when they die, they automatically go back home instead so they don’t go exploring forever.
Maybe add a small animation where they are doing stuff like running, fighting enemies, eating, and so on to make it more interesting while they are just exploring and have dialog options here and there so you have to check them for then to move forward. Then have some checkpoints so you can continue travelling the said route and discovering new areas and dialog options to get better items.
They can connect this with exploring new locations for the game to have a more coherent story and questlines. Tbh exploring locations is what makes Fallout Shelter fun and interesting, I really hope that they return that feature someday. Imagine exploring towns and castles where you can go inside rooms, look for items and talk to other NPC’s, then at some point you get to fight enemies or while running around town you fight bandits and stuff, then the game switches to the normal combat screen. Man that would really elevate Castles to a more fully fleshed out game. Like imagine going to Whiterun or Cyrodiil, man that would be amazing 🤩
Imagine having a Thieves’ Guild Questline or a Dragonborn quest where in the end one of your units becomes a dragonborn with special gear and stuff like that. And they can make it seasonal since units die of old age anyways, so like this month you can get a dragonborn unit with a unique trait if you complete the quest, then next month you can get a thieves guild unit and so on. And these traits cannot be inherited so the only way to get them is by doing the quests. One can only dream 🙏
More decorations that the subjects can interact with: I only have a low level castle right now so I don’t have all the decorations, but I notice units can interact with the fountain and have a ruling that say the fountain is being filled with gold coins and such. I don’t know if there are other decorations like this in higher levels, but I hope they add more of them. Like maybe someone reads the red book and suddenly they get an enduring trait since the description says it contains the “Secret to Enduring Health”, or they read the green book and they become 5 years younger, someone hangs around the purple tree too much and they become temporarily haunted, that would be really nice to see.
Oh and animation-wise too they definitely should add more interactions. I’ve only noticed two decorations that the NPC’s interact with, the fountain and the purple tree. Adults steal coins from the fountain, and kids play ring-around-a-rosie around the tree. It’s cute when they do that, just small details that add more life to the game. Oh and they sometimes taste the soup in the kitchen and check out their clothes in the sewing table, which is funny. I hope they add more of these to the other workstations, like they can test a weapon in the blacksmith, scribble over the battle plans in the war room, steal a sweet roll at the buffet, and so on.
Hard mode quests: Quests where if your units die, you lose your units permanently, but the rewards are better. They can implement this at the gauntlet for more seasoned players to try.
Bookshelf should have books that players can read: I bought the Lusty Argonian 1 and 2 for some gold, I should at least be able to read them, right? Isn’t that why we even choose what book to buy in the first place?
Music Stage should let us choose what background music to play: The music plays on a loop but it changes, at least give us an option to choose what we want to hear and maybe get new music to play from the shop. And definitely should add a musician/bard trait or something where if they play music at the music stage, they increase happiness for other NPC’s. To make it balanced, they can only increase the happiness to the lowest green level and will only affect their family and friends, I guess that would be reasonable without being too gamebreaking.
Allow us to destroy items to get back their raw materials: Not really necessary but it would be a nice feature to have. I’d be okay with destroying items to get half or 1/3 of the resources used to make them, at least my useless items will have some other use except for selling them.
Have an alchemy/wizard table that produces potions/scrolls: 1 potion per day is good enough. In the same vein, having a wizard table that produces scrolls is nice too, maybe not just resurrection scrolls, but temporary buffs that work only for the current battle is good too.
Have a leveling system for the units: Like someone using their workstation for 5 years should at least get a +1 bonus productivity in their job, up to a maximum of +5, with rarer units getting more, like gold units can get up to +9, purple +8, blue +7, green but with 2 traits +6, while fighters should get more proficient with their weapons the more they fight. A 10% increase for having weapon proficiency isn’t so overpowered anyway but is nice to have. Maybe each weapon should have a specific unit that they need to kill, and when they accomplish it they unlock the proficiency? Like “kill 100 goblins to get 10% more damage with this weapon”? I dunno, but it’s a nice thing to have and adds something more to do in the game with a tangible reward.
That’s all I have for now, hope you guys like my ideas and definitely your comments will be much appreciated! If you have ideas of your own you can share them below 😊

I was put on ozemic (trillogy is nationwide back order). The past few days I have been super dizzy and my head has been muddy. I took the dose on Tuesday night
I am losing some weight, but yesterday was bad. My bp was 90/63. Is that something someone should go to the er for?

There is something uniquely incentivizing about tekken that makes people play like a rat. They know 3 strings, spam heat with no thought and insta decline when they know you can block their one move.
You have to make them face their mistakes so they can learn, they just run and spam next guy who might not be able to adapt.
I got justifiably cooked in my last rant, people told me go red rank to see actual players. But Im red rank and Im playing vs guys who know no movement, only 3 moves and cant tech roll. They just auto lose vs wake up spam...
I will keep climbing, but out of curiosity whats the first rank someone can be proud of hitting?

I am a woman and 133lbs, I am 5’6 and I know some people will say it’s unhealthy or something for me to lose weight. I want to lose my muffin top/stomach fat area. The last time I tried a calorie deficit I tried to eat 1200 calories a day ( it wasn’t actually 1200 because I was counting my cals wrong) but I want to actually grow some sort of muscle this time because the last time I lost weight I was 112lbs and didn’t lose fat in the areas I wanted to (I know you can’t choose where fat comes off first) what does someone suggest because I can’t go to the gym