Hillsborough county school schedule
Two Harbors, Minnesota and the surrounding area
2018.12.29 13:40 Two Harbors, Minnesota and the surrounding area
More than just the ancestral home of the 3M Corp and the starting point for Grandma's Marathon.
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2024.06.02 11:08 hipcats I (F28) stepped up and took on all the domestic duties when my boyfriend (M30) had a heavy workload. Now that I have the heavy workload, I am still the domestic keeper. Advice for how to approach?
I (28F) think I am a bit of an asshole due to HOW I bring the topic up, but I think my boyfriend (30M) is the asshole for being blind about what needs to be done/WATCHING me do housework and not considering how he could contribute. I’ll let Reddit decide for now and hopefully give me some advice.
For background, I and my partner work full-time and live together. I am a high school teacher and he works as a manager in a warehouse/production capacity. I don’t want to say more, in case it can identify me/us, but we typically make a similar amount of money as a base-line, but he gets his vehicle, phone, health, etc. paid for by work and generally makes a $50,000 bonus on top of that if work is going well that year. He owns his own home but won’t let me contribute to the mortgage, “just in case” things go south as it would, legally in my country, give me rights to his home. Fair enough - instead, I contribute to bills, pay for all the food and household items, all subscription services, etc.
It should be said that I am currently in a position where I work most nights when I get home and spend about 10-20 hours, most weekends, marking. It’s shit. This is my fifth year teaching and I’m beginning to look for ‘outs’. Regardless, I’m not enjoying my job and I spend a lot, if not all, of my free-time working.
My partner was in a similar position for about a year and a half (1-2 years ago), as his company was not doing well, and he was working on weekends and nights, on top of his daily hours. It was utter shit for him. I figured to help him and make his life easier, I would always clean the house, have dinner on the table by the time he got home, fed the dogs, do his washing /do anything in my power to make his life easier. He has come out of this working environment this year, and often gets home earlier than me (he does begin earlier than me, however). I have discovered that, now that my working life has become increasingly more difficult and time-consuming, the same level of reciprocation has not occurred. Perhaps it is because I do a lot of my 'extra' work at home, whereas he had to go into work to do his.
Regardless, I am still the one who comes home, unpacks the dishwasher, tidies the house, cooks dinner, cleans up afterwards, feeds the dogs, and then continues to work until 11:30-12 at night, whilst he falls asleep by 9:30-10. After 5 months of this, I am royally pissed off. My work schedule has increased, his has decreased, yet my domestic duties have not changed in the slightest. He gets home and, generally, apart from a work call every now and then, gets to relax until he falls asleep. I rarely get this luxury yet get told by him that I am "burnt out" and "stressed" from work, as though domestic duties don't contribute to this. I lived as a single woman/by myself before moving in with him and it seems like the time I spend cooking and cleaning has almost doubled.
FOR INSTANCE: We order a food/cooking delivery service, where they deliver the ingredients, the recipes, and it takes literally 15-30 minutes to cook and serve the dishes. On the rare occasion (like when I’m doing school reports) that I simply don’t have the time in the evening to cook, I’ll ask him to do it. He says yes, puts it off until it’s late, and then orders unhealthy take-away “because I didn’t know what to do/didn’t know what you wanted to eat”. The recipes are on a magnet on the fridge and are simple enough for a 12-year-old to follow. I have called him out on ‘weaponised incompetence’ already and he’s accepted this but hasn’t had changed his actions.
When I do call him out or ask for his help I’ll come home to an unpacked dishwasher and a clean kitchen. I’ll cook and he’ll take our plates and clean up the kitchen… for a day or two. It goes back to 'normal' after this. It’s clear he knows what/how to do the jobs required to maintain a household, but won’t do them consistently. Like, when I didn't take the bins out for a few days I found maggots in them. I expressed a similar issue with my past boyfriend when I started dating my current boyfriend a few years ago and he said, "what a child, how disgusting" - yet here I am again.
I have brought it up, not going to lie, it hasn’t gone well in the past so now it’s usually after a night out and we’re both a bit tipsy and end up fighting. He claims that he does a lot around the house (like set up shelves once a year, or look at my car every 6 months, and change my tyres when they go flat - things that I know are labour intensive, but as I have said to him, don't contribute to the day-to-day running of a household). I have gone out and bought him flowers, apologised, etc. the last two occasions, even though I think my reasoning is right despite approaching it in a bitchy manner, yet nothing changes and I continue to live in a shithole that I seem to clean up every day, yet he will trash it by kicking his shoes off wherever he feels like it, never taking his empty cans to the trash, pulling out all his tools and equipment to maintain his car (he does this every weekend), yet never put it away. I’m sick of cleaning up after him – I’ve tried being subtle and kind, I have tried the passive-aggressive bitch route, so I am here, finally, for some adult advice. Perhaps for a bit of a vent too, now that I’m reading back what I wrote.
He’s made such a fuss about being desperate for children – although I could live without them, but can see myself really loving motherhood after infancy, I don’t want to be a mother to my boyfriend as well, and I’d utterly resent him if I had to maintain my current job and domestic duties ON TOP OF those that come with having a child. We need some change or a way forward that we can both agree on, or else I really don't see us having children for my own sanity and longevity. HELP!!
TL;DR: I stepped up and took over all the domestic duties when my boyfriend was working like a dog, now that the working roles are reversed, I am still the one maintaining the domestic workload. I have been a bit of a bitter bitch when bringing up the topic in the aim to receive a bit of help around the house, and I need the help to NOT be. BUT - It is my opinion that my boyfriend is an adult and should know that the bins need to be taken out, the dishwasher unpacked, on a 2 day basis etc. but??? HELP. Am I a bitch? How do I salvage this?
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For background, I and my partner work full-time and live together. I am a high school teacher and he works as a manager in a warehouse/production capacity. I don’t want to say more, in case it can identify me/us, but we typically make a similar amount of money as a base-line, but he gets his vehicle, phone, health, etc. paid for by work and generally makes a $50,000 bonus on top of that if work is going well that year. He owns his own home but won’t let me contribute to the mortgage, “just in case” things go south as it would, legally in my country, give me rights to his home. Fair enough - instead, I contribute to bills, pay for all the food and household items, all subscription services, etc.
It should be said that I am currently in a position where I work most nights when I get home and spend about 10-20 hours, most weekends, marking. It’s shit. This is my fifth year teaching and I’m beginning to look for ‘outs’. Regardless, I’m not enjoying my job and I spend a lot, if not all, of my free-time working.
My partner was in a similar position for about a year and a half (1-2 years ago), as his company was not doing well, and he was working on weekends and nights, on top of his daily hours. It was utter shit for him. I figured to help him and make his life easier, I would always clean the house, have dinner on the table by the time he got home, fed the dogs, do his washing /do anything in my power to make his life easier. He has come out of this working environment this year, and often gets home earlier than me (he does begin earlier than me, however). I have discovered that, now that my working life has become increasingly more difficult and time-consuming, the same level of reciprocation has not occurred. Perhaps it is because I do a lot of my 'extra' work at home, whereas he had to go into work to do his.
Regardless, I am still the one who comes home, unpacks the dishwasher, tidies the house, cooks dinner, cleans up afterwards, feeds the dogs, and then continues to work until 11:30-12 at night, whilst he falls asleep by 9:30-10. After 5 months of this, I am royally pissed off. My work schedule has increased, his has decreased, yet my domestic duties have not changed in the slightest. He gets home and, generally, apart from a work call every now and then, gets to relax until he falls asleep. I rarely get this luxury yet get told by him that I am "burnt out" and "stressed" from work, as though domestic duties don't contribute to this. I lived as a single woman/by myself before moving in with him and it seems like the time I spend cooking and cleaning has almost doubled.
FOR INSTANCE: We order a food/cooking delivery service, where they deliver the ingredients, the recipes, and it takes literally 15-30 minutes to cook and serve the dishes. On the rare occasion (like when I’m doing school reports) that I simply don’t have the time in the evening to cook, I’ll ask him to do it. He says yes, puts it off until it’s late, and then orders unhealthy take-away “because I didn’t know what to do/didn’t know what you wanted to eat”. The recipes are on a magnet on the fridge and are simple enough for a 12-year-old to follow. I have called him out on ‘weaponised incompetence’ already and he’s accepted this but hasn’t had changed his actions.
When I do call him out or ask for his help I’ll come home to an unpacked dishwasher and a clean kitchen. I’ll cook and he’ll take our plates and clean up the kitchen… for a day or two. It goes back to 'normal' after this. It’s clear he knows what/how to do the jobs required to maintain a household, but won’t do them consistently. Like, when I didn't take the bins out for a few days I found maggots in them. I expressed a similar issue with my past boyfriend when I started dating my current boyfriend a few years ago and he said, "what a child, how disgusting" - yet here I am again.
I have brought it up, not going to lie, it hasn’t gone well in the past so now it’s usually after a night out and we’re both a bit tipsy and end up fighting. He claims that he does a lot around the house (like set up shelves once a year, or look at my car every 6 months, and change my tyres when they go flat - things that I know are labour intensive, but as I have said to him, don't contribute to the day-to-day running of a household). I have gone out and bought him flowers, apologised, etc. the last two occasions, even though I think my reasoning is right despite approaching it in a bitchy manner, yet nothing changes and I continue to live in a shithole that I seem to clean up every day, yet he will trash it by kicking his shoes off wherever he feels like it, never taking his empty cans to the trash, pulling out all his tools and equipment to maintain his car (he does this every weekend), yet never put it away. I’m sick of cleaning up after him – I’ve tried being subtle and kind, I have tried the passive-aggressive bitch route, so I am here, finally, for some adult advice. Perhaps for a bit of a vent too, now that I’m reading back what I wrote.
He’s made such a fuss about being desperate for children – although I could live without them, but can see myself really loving motherhood after infancy, I don’t want to be a mother to my boyfriend as well, and I’d utterly resent him if I had to maintain my current job and domestic duties ON TOP OF those that come with having a child. We need some change or a way forward that we can both agree on, or else I really don't see us having children for my own sanity and longevity. HELP!!
TL;DR: I stepped up and took over all the domestic duties when my boyfriend was working like a dog, now that the working roles are reversed, I am still the one maintaining the domestic workload. I have been a bit of a bitter bitch when bringing up the topic in the aim to receive a bit of help around the house, and I need the help to NOT be. BUT - It is my opinion that my boyfriend is an adult and should know that the bins need to be taken out, the dishwasher unpacked, on a 2 day basis etc. but??? HELP. Am I a bitch? How do I salvage this?
2024.06.02 10:59 maxwell1755 [TOMT][APP][2008-20012]Educational app from childhood
When I was a kid (sometime before or during 2012), my school was one of the first waves to try "educational iPods". During free time about 5 of us got to use them on a rotating schedule, but only for about 15 minutes. Not nearly enough time to engross myself in anything because I was so busy trying to try out everything on the device.
There is one thing I remember very clearly, an educational app that had animated songs (and maybe games) on it, and the song that I remember went like this:
"An adjective is a word that describes a thing Like a Pretty city or a Quiet valley or a Long, sandy, beach"
The app is NOT Starfall, although I remember it being incredibly similar. So similar, in fact, that that every time it was my turn on the iPod I would look for that music video in the Starfall app, not find it there, and forget by the next time it was my turn
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There is one thing I remember very clearly, an educational app that had animated songs (and maybe games) on it, and the song that I remember went like this:
"An adjective is a word that describes a thing Like a Pretty city or a Quiet valley or a Long, sandy, beach"
The app is NOT Starfall, although I remember it being incredibly similar. So similar, in fact, that that every time it was my turn on the iPod I would look for that music video in the Starfall app, not find it there, and forget by the next time it was my turn
2024.06.02 10:55 LtForrestGump FINALLYYYYYYY!!!
Last April, nag apply ako sa isang consultancy firm. Looking ako for a job dito lang din sa Pasig. Ayaw ko na lumayo sa bahay lol. Fortunately, they granted me an interview the very next day and there I met one of their HR personnel who conducted the initial interview sa akin. The first time I laid my eyes on her, I would say simple yung beauty nya, but natulala ako literal sa kanya. We then proceeded sa interview proper, about myself, work experiences, etc. May part doon na nagkwentuhan kami about subjects since we're both Psychology graduates and I learned that same batch kami at same school pero ibang branch.
My interview went well at sinabihan nya ako na bibigyan na lamang ako ng update sa application ko. Masaya ako umuwi kasi looking forward ako sa pagbalik ko sa kanila. A week after, may schedule ako for final interview and tinawagan ako tungkol sa mga details. May pinag-usapan pa kami after noon and nagtatawanan pa kami before we ended the call.
Ang weird pero nagpasalamat ako sa text after that and nag reply pa sya. Napapangiti ako while typing this *owo*
The day na bumalik ako sa office nila for the last interview, excited ako not for the job, but to see her.
Nakita ko sya sa labas ng glass door while waiting and greeted her. Nagkwentuhan pa kami kasi bakit daw wala akong dala na payong, halata kasi na basa yung buhok ko and portion ng damit ko.
Ang ending, hindi ako natanggap sa work. I don't know happened, pero akala ko after that application process tapos na rin yung conversation namin. Mali ako.
Nagkakausap na kami everyday pagkatapos namin sa mga trabaho namin. Masaya ako at nabawasan yung disappointments sa naging result ng application ko.
Last week of April, we decided to meet again after some weeks and nag date kami sa Galleria after ng shift nya. After noon, nasundan na nang nasundan paglabas namin after work and kahapon lang, sinagot na nya ako.
Ang saya lang HAHAHAHA. Salamat sa pagbabasa!
By the way, nag stay ako sa work ko kasi mag iisang taon na rin ako dito. Titiisin ko na lang.
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My interview went well at sinabihan nya ako na bibigyan na lamang ako ng update sa application ko. Masaya ako umuwi kasi looking forward ako sa pagbalik ko sa kanila. A week after, may schedule ako for final interview and tinawagan ako tungkol sa mga details. May pinag-usapan pa kami after noon and nagtatawanan pa kami before we ended the call.
Ang weird pero nagpasalamat ako sa text after that and nag reply pa sya. Napapangiti ako while typing this *owo*
The day na bumalik ako sa office nila for the last interview, excited ako not for the job, but to see her.
Nakita ko sya sa labas ng glass door while waiting and greeted her. Nagkwentuhan pa kami kasi bakit daw wala akong dala na payong, halata kasi na basa yung buhok ko and portion ng damit ko.
Ang ending, hindi ako natanggap sa work. I don't know happened, pero akala ko after that application process tapos na rin yung conversation namin. Mali ako.
Nagkakausap na kami everyday pagkatapos namin sa mga trabaho namin. Masaya ako at nabawasan yung disappointments sa naging result ng application ko.
Last week of April, we decided to meet again after some weeks and nag date kami sa Galleria after ng shift nya. After noon, nasundan na nang nasundan paglabas namin after work and kahapon lang, sinagot na nya ako.
Ang saya lang HAHAHAHA. Salamat sa pagbabasa!
By the way, nag stay ako sa work ko kasi mag iisang taon na rin ako dito. Titiisin ko na lang.
2024.06.02 10:49 Malgus20033 Personal Life Question and CSU Sacramento Frats
Since the second question will have almost no answers due to the specific uni, I'll ask this first. What should I do ahead of time to prepare for Greek life? I've recently started recovering from a 14 year long video game addiction and that hit my social life pretty severely, esp with COVID and a commuter community college back to back giving me no time to live. What hobbies and skills should I focus on developing ahead of time to both be a better brother in the fraternity, and a better person in life as a whole? Part of the reason I wanna join a frat is to develop those social and life skills to help get out of my shell, meet people, and have fun in university, but what can I do over this summer to help develop some necessary ones ahead of time? Same thing for dating. I skipped the high school and community college period of romance and I believe that college is the best and most convenient time to start doing it, so what can I improve about myself ahead of time? Cant work until my Greencard is restored so I got tons of free time to do this (but no money).
If anyone wants to help more privately, I am down to dm as well!
I'm transferring from a community college to California State University Sacramento. I'm aware that the Greek life in CSU, and Sacramento County as a whole is not just dead, but was practically never born. Do any of you know of any frats there that are fine? The CSUS subreddit absolutely despises any concept of Greek life mostly because the only ones in the news are the party rape coverup ones and because it's mostly a commuter university, so I can't really get any useful information from there.
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If anyone wants to help more privately, I am down to dm as well!
I'm transferring from a community college to California State University Sacramento. I'm aware that the Greek life in CSU, and Sacramento County as a whole is not just dead, but was practically never born. Do any of you know of any frats there that are fine? The CSUS subreddit absolutely despises any concept of Greek life mostly because the only ones in the news are the party rape coverup ones and because it's mostly a commuter university, so I can't really get any useful information from there.
2024.06.02 10:47 LtForrestGump FINALLY!!!!
Last April, nag apply ako sa isang consultancy firm. Looking ako for a job dito lang din sa Pasig. Ayaw ko na lumayo sa bahay lol. Fortunately, they granted me an interview the very next day and there I met one of their HR personnel who conducted the initial interview sa akin. The first time I laid my eyes on her, I would say simple yung beauty nya, but natulala ako literal sa kanya. We then proceeded sa interview proper, about myself, work experiences, etc. May part doon na nagkwentuhan kami about subjects since we're both Psychology graduates and I learned that same batch kami at same school pero ibang branch.
My interview went well at sinabihan nya ako na bibigyan na lamang ako ng update sa application ko. Masaya ako umuwi kasi looking forward ako sa pagbalik ko sa kanila. A week after, may schedule ako for final interview and tinawagan ako tungkol sa mga details. May pinag-usapan pa kami after noon and nagtatawanan pa kami before we ended the call.
Ang weird pero nagpasalamat ako sa text after that and nag reply pa sya. Napapangiti ako while typing this *owo*
The day na bumalik ako sa office nila for the last interview, excited ako not for the job, but to see her.
Nakita ko sya sa labas ng glass door while waiting and greeted her. Nagkwentuhan pa kami kasi bakit daw wala akong dala na payong, halata kasi na basa yung buhok ko and portion ng damit ko.
Ang ending, hindi ako natanggap sa work. I don't know happened, pero akala ko after that application process tapos na rin yung conversation namin. Mali ako.
Nagkakausap na kami everyday pagkatapos namin sa mga trabaho namin. Masaya ako at nabawasan yung disappointments sa naging result ng application ko.
Last week of April, we decided to meet again after some weeks and nag date kami sa Galleria after ng shift nya. After noon, nasundan na nang nasundan paglabas namin after work and kahapon lang, sinagot na nya ako.
Ang saya lang HAHAHAHA. Salamat sa pagbabasa!
By the way, nag stay ako sa work ko kasi mag iisang taon na rin ako dito. Titiisin ko na lang.
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My interview went well at sinabihan nya ako na bibigyan na lamang ako ng update sa application ko. Masaya ako umuwi kasi looking forward ako sa pagbalik ko sa kanila. A week after, may schedule ako for final interview and tinawagan ako tungkol sa mga details. May pinag-usapan pa kami after noon and nagtatawanan pa kami before we ended the call.
Ang weird pero nagpasalamat ako sa text after that and nag reply pa sya. Napapangiti ako while typing this *owo*
The day na bumalik ako sa office nila for the last interview, excited ako not for the job, but to see her.
Nakita ko sya sa labas ng glass door while waiting and greeted her. Nagkwentuhan pa kami kasi bakit daw wala akong dala na payong, halata kasi na basa yung buhok ko and portion ng damit ko.
Ang ending, hindi ako natanggap sa work. I don't know happened, pero akala ko after that application process tapos na rin yung conversation namin. Mali ako.
Nagkakausap na kami everyday pagkatapos namin sa mga trabaho namin. Masaya ako at nabawasan yung disappointments sa naging result ng application ko.
Last week of April, we decided to meet again after some weeks and nag date kami sa Galleria after ng shift nya. After noon, nasundan na nang nasundan paglabas namin after work and kahapon lang, sinagot na nya ako.
Ang saya lang HAHAHAHA. Salamat sa pagbabasa!
By the way, nag stay ako sa work ko kasi mag iisang taon na rin ako dito. Titiisin ko na lang.
2024.06.02 10:42 twoheaded_m WIBTA for leaving my family without a warning?
me (m20) and my parents have always had a rocky relationship but for the last year it’s been really bad. there was a situation in which i was exposed to them as being trans and dating another trans person, which was terrifying because they’re severely homophobic. i ended up having to just swear on everything i could and beg them to believe me over the random man that contacted them. my father decided that the best way to stop this all from happening was keeping me on house arrest and only allowing me to go to work and school, i couldn’t see any of my friends or go out without either them or one of my siblings with me.
I did find a way around this where i lied about my work and school schedule so i could see my boyfriend and friends without their knowledge. and so far this has been working out well for me, but my parents have started to become suspicious. my mother often asks me and my sister if i am lying but we both lie and say that i’m not so i can keep the freedom i made for myself. my father has requested to see my work schedule so he knows what days and when i work so he can track me. i obviously did not give it to him and generally just avoid being around him and interacting with him.
in december i was planning to move out without any of them knowing. i packed as much as i could without it being suspicious and was going to disappear after work. what ended up happening was i texted my mom a gigantic paragraph of how i was feeling and what i was doing so she at least knew i was safe. this ended up being a bad decision because she started crying and begging me to come home, saying she was going to pass away if i did this. ultimately i went back after she promised me she would help get my dad to reduce his punishment. her help did little to nothing as she can’t stand up to my dad.
the predicament that i’m in now is i don’t know if i would be an asshole for leaving them out of nowhere or if it’s the right thing to do for my mental health. i’ve already moved the majority of my stuff into my boyfriends house so all that’s left now is for me to grab the little stuff i have left and leave. i don’t know whether i should notify them days before i do it or just up and leave. i would obviously leave a letter or send a text saying that i moved out and am safe and i’m not cutting them out of my life i just can’t live with them. i would need to turn my phone off for a little while because i know my parents would blow up my phone and guilt me into coming back. i’m terrified of what my father would do if he ended up finding me after i left.
there’s a lot of details that i’ve left out or glossed over because i don’t want to make this too long, but all in all my parents have just made me go into a downwards spiral. so would i be an asshole for leaving ?
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I did find a way around this where i lied about my work and school schedule so i could see my boyfriend and friends without their knowledge. and so far this has been working out well for me, but my parents have started to become suspicious. my mother often asks me and my sister if i am lying but we both lie and say that i’m not so i can keep the freedom i made for myself. my father has requested to see my work schedule so he knows what days and when i work so he can track me. i obviously did not give it to him and generally just avoid being around him and interacting with him.
in december i was planning to move out without any of them knowing. i packed as much as i could without it being suspicious and was going to disappear after work. what ended up happening was i texted my mom a gigantic paragraph of how i was feeling and what i was doing so she at least knew i was safe. this ended up being a bad decision because she started crying and begging me to come home, saying she was going to pass away if i did this. ultimately i went back after she promised me she would help get my dad to reduce his punishment. her help did little to nothing as she can’t stand up to my dad.
the predicament that i’m in now is i don’t know if i would be an asshole for leaving them out of nowhere or if it’s the right thing to do for my mental health. i’ve already moved the majority of my stuff into my boyfriends house so all that’s left now is for me to grab the little stuff i have left and leave. i don’t know whether i should notify them days before i do it or just up and leave. i would obviously leave a letter or send a text saying that i moved out and am safe and i’m not cutting them out of my life i just can’t live with them. i would need to turn my phone off for a little while because i know my parents would blow up my phone and guilt me into coming back. i’m terrified of what my father would do if he ended up finding me after i left.
there’s a lot of details that i’ve left out or glossed over because i don’t want to make this too long, but all in all my parents have just made me go into a downwards spiral. so would i be an asshole for leaving ?
2024.06.02 10:41 Atlantis536 Why are flags chosen from contests almost often designed by children, teenagers, or students in general?
Following the recent adoption of Evanston, Illinois’ flag, designed by a 7-year-old girl, I’ve noticed that a lot of flag contests are won by or even specifically targeted to younger people.
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- Southampton, England’s flag was designed by an 8-year-old girl.
- The Isle of Skye’s flag was designed by a 9-year-old boy.
- The Black Country in England has a flag designed by an 11-year-old girl.
- Burlington, Vermont’s first flag was designed by eighth graders and the current one was designed by seventh graders.
- Alaska’s flag was designed by a 14-year-old boy.
- The current version of Papua New Guinea’s flag was designed by a 15-year-old girl.
- The flag of Cook County, Illinois was designed by a high school student.
2024.06.02 10:41 neeraj10786 India vs. Bangladesh Warm-up: Setting the Stage for T20 World Cup Fireworks!
 | Hold onto your hats, cricket fans! T20 World Cup is just around the corner, and things are heating up with a spicy warm-up clash: India versus Bangladesh. It's a clash of Asian titans, a battle for bragging rights, and a crucial test ahead of the main event. submitted by neeraj10786 to u/neeraj10786 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/rcj5bbxof44d1.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3280178b761e8633054f582aacd8d08a04a9f519 Both teams are raring to go, eager to fine-tune their strategies and unleash their firepower. For India, it's a chance for Rohit Sharma's men to flex their muscles and lay down a marker. Can KL Rahul continue his explosive form? Will Bumrah's return bolster the bowling attack? The questions are swirling, and this warm-up match offers a glimpse into India's game plan. https://preview.redd.it/0n87nh2le44d1.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c81147c4f9db1164481e686326f753ec4e618981 Bangladesh, on the other hand, will be looking to pull off an upset and carry their momentum into the tournament. Shakib Al Hasan's leadership will be crucial, as will the performance of their young guns, eager to prove their worth on the global stage. https://preview.redd.it/tniqjnkne44d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=13b07b53ecbcbc60cf849146c5ec5f071f021cde Can they exploit any weaknesses in the Indian lineup? But beyond the on-field action, this match is a celebration of cricket's global appeal. The roar of the crowd, the electric atmosphere, and the anticipation in the air – it's a reminder of why we love this sport. And let's not forget the fans! Millions around the world will be glued to their screens, riding every ball, cheering every boundary, and biting their nails during those tense final overs. The beauty of T20 cricket lies in its unpredictability, and this match promises to be a rollercoaster ride. So, whether you bleed blue or support the Tigers, grab your snacks, rally your friends and family, and get ready for a cracking game of cricket. It's India vs. Bangladesh, live and direct, and it's going to be epic! https://preview.redd.it/d7hbkokye44d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4113224c9e5da95099d3b44853b9a445081ac10e Where to Catch the Action: India vs. Bangladesh: Your Guide to the T20 World Cup Warm-Up Showdown Clear your schedules, cricket fanatics! T20 World Cup is about to kick off, and what better way to start than with a blockbuster warm-up match: India taking on Bangladesh! Mark your calendars for Saturday, June 1st, as these two cricketing giants clash at the Nassau County International Cricket Stadium in New York. The action begins at 8:00 PM IST, with the toss happening at 7:30 PM IST. https://preview.redd.it/tsl8oci7f44d1.jpg?width=1718&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=788b8121877fcb062d56775d63862aefdd664c98 Where to Watch: Indian fans can catch all the action live on the Star Sports Network. For those who prefer streaming, Disney+ Hotstar has you covered with live coverage on their app and website. Don't miss this exciting prelude to the T20 World Cup! Get Ready for a Cricket Extravaganza! This warm-up match is just a taste of what's to come. The T20 World Cup is a global festival of cricket, and we can't wait to see what unfolds. May the best team win! |
2024.06.02 10:39 Potential_Occasion_5 Did I do the right thing?
This was a few years ago now. At the time I 17m and my new wife 21f got pregnant and had a kid. Sorry but this is a long story..
A bit of needed back story though… when I was 6 my parents divorced due to my dad cheating on my mom. I didn’t realize until I was older but my dad was what you would call an abusive drunk. My mom was verbally abusive and high on pills all the time. When my parents finally got divorced I remember couch surfing with my mom because we got evicted from the house since she wasn’t able to keep a job. My dad did pay child support but I have no idea what would happen to it. There were a lot of guns, drugs, violence, and death in my younger years. I turned 12 and started to understand everything and saw my dad turning his life around with his new wife so I decided to move in with him. It was a rough couple of years but it worked out in the end. That said onto the story..
That summer was a very fulling time in my life. I graduated high school, signed up for the military, and got married in 2019. I was in boot camp for the first 10 weeks of my wife’s pregnancy as it was our only income. Flash forward to us going to my first duty station. My first duty station ended up being 5 hours away from my father’s, and 3 hours away from her parents. In early 2020 our beautiful son was born. This where things started getting bad. My wife was suffering from postpartum and refused to get treatment. So instead, her treatment was going to her parents for a few weeks at a time. Besides her mom knowing my son better than I did, this worked out well. My wife and kid were happy and healthy besides a few mental breakdowns here and there. Then Covid and the Riots started happening. I was stationed on the outskirts of a large city. My base ended up restricting travel to 50 miles outside of base (this meant I wasn’t able to drive my wife and son to her parents anymore as I’d be breaking no less than 4 articles of the UCMJ if I was caught) this is where things took a turn for the worst. My wife got separation anxiety as this was the longest she’s ever been away. We started arguing a lot more often. Everytime I went to work, she would just stay in bed with our son and do nothing at all. I got very stressed but managed to juggle a 70 hour work week, feeding and taking care of my family, cleaning our apartment, and taking care of all the bills and expenses. My command decided to put me in something called ASF which basically means twice a week on top of my regular job, I’d now do gate guard duty and work with the MP’s on a 14 hour rotation. Things got so loaded on to my metaphorical plate that I developed stress related sleep apnea and couldn’t get a good nights rest on top of all of this. Months go by and nothing is getting better. I’ve recommended therapy, couples therapy, trying to go on walks, talking it out.. my wife didn’t want to do any of it. What’s worse is still wasn’t able to hold of get to know my kid very much at all. It got it he point that in August of 2020 I decided I wasn’t going to let my kid grow up how I grew up and asked for a divorce. I didn’t want him to grow up living with resentment towards his mom and dad, I hated every second of the arguing that took place in front of him, even if he didn’t understand. It broke my heart but I felt we’d do better co parenting instead of being together.
The divorce goes through and it was uncontested. My ex wife fell in love with her best friend from her hometown and was able to quickly move on and marry within a year. She got main custody and I got weekends. I started paying child support 3 months before I had to bc I wanted to make sure they were taken care of. She moved back in with her parents, however, and this caused some strain once we were divorced seeing as how I still wasn’t allowed to travel up there that often. Things got worse between me and my now ex wife dues to the travel ban and her not willing to compromise that much. From January of 2021 to July I was only able to see my kid about 5 times in total. In July my state decided to lift the travel ban and so did my base!
I started making plans and a schedule that my ex agreed to at first. Me and my ex were not very friendly to each other however. I resorted to only texting her about making plans surrounding my son. Bc of this she retaliates and won’t let me see him. It got to the point to where I was calling the cops so they could knock on her door as I stayed by my car. There is body cam footage, recorded phone calls, text messages, and screen shots of her refusing to let me see my kid. My ex then decides to file for more custody and more child support. Wishing 2 weeks I had to take leave, find and hire a lawyer with no money to my name, gather my evidence, and show up to court on a Thursday. Thankfully my loving aunt helped me pay a portion of the retainer so we could get things started with the lawyer. My wife also filed a temporary restraining order against me stating I was “violent and a danger to her and our kid” I had evidence to prove otherwise however, so I wasn’t worried. My lawyer stated this would be considered a separate case thus doubling my retainer. At this point in time I’m living on 70% of $30,000 a year, maxed out my credit cards to pay bills, and had to find an extra $10,000 for this lawyer. My wife lived in a small town so he was literally the only other option for me. This lawyer was terrible though. He told me I had to file my own affidavit, subpoena the officers linked to my case number for the body cam footage, and file all my evidence with the court due to the short notice. I didn’t have access to half the websites due to them costing money and needing an attorneys credentials so needless to say, I didn’t get the body cam footage. Court time appears and the judge grants that I’m allowed to do supervised visits every weekend until the new year. Once the new year came I would’ve been allowed to see him on the original plan for every other week unsupervised. This had me livid, but I accepted since I just wanted to see my kid. A few weeks go by and I’m finally getting to know my son. He was the only thing that kept me going in life at this point. He was and still is my main source of happiness. My lawyer calls me randomly one day stating that my wife put on the terms that my son wasn’t allowed to see my grandparents or my aunt when he was going to start staying with me every other weekend. No reasons were given. I of course denied these changes and wanted to keep the agreement how it was. Atleast then I could keep seeing him. My ex text me later that day stating “my lawyer asked me to inform you that since you refused to sign the updated agreement the restraining order is now back in place” I called my lawyer and immediately asked him to figure this out as this shouldn’t be legal. My lawyer then asked for another $5000 as it’s another case. I told him fine but he needs to actually do some work this time. He said he’d get back to me in a week with an update. A month goes by and I end up calling him asking what the situation was with my current case and he asked for the money to be paid before he looks into it. I told him that’s not what we agreed and that I’m making regular payments as you requested. My lawyer flat out says it’s not enough. I need it up front since I don’t believe you’re able to pay it. He was right I wasn’t able to pay it but I was trying my damndest to. I took 2 weeks to deliberate and talk to family and friends about my whole situation. At this point I’m now $12,000 in lawyer debt ($3,00 is what my aunt help with earlier) $15,000 in credit card debt and surviving off of $50-$100 a week for food and gas. I can’t sleep, I’ve gained 70 pounds in the span of a year. I was getting in trouble with the military for being late due to lack of sleep, being overweight, and rarely being at work since I had to go to my ex wife’s town to fight this custody battle so often. Ultimately I decided that this is turning into my parents divorce where they were putting me and my brother in the middle of all of there disagreements and fights. That’s exactly what I was trying to prevent, so I decided I couldn’t bring myself to hurt my son with all of this anymore. I’d keep a folder full of all the screen shots, text messages, photos, affidavits, etc. when he gets older, if he decides he wants to give me a chance… if he even knows about me, I’ll have it ready for him to read so he can make his own decision. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I still don’t know if it was the right thing to do..
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A bit of needed back story though… when I was 6 my parents divorced due to my dad cheating on my mom. I didn’t realize until I was older but my dad was what you would call an abusive drunk. My mom was verbally abusive and high on pills all the time. When my parents finally got divorced I remember couch surfing with my mom because we got evicted from the house since she wasn’t able to keep a job. My dad did pay child support but I have no idea what would happen to it. There were a lot of guns, drugs, violence, and death in my younger years. I turned 12 and started to understand everything and saw my dad turning his life around with his new wife so I decided to move in with him. It was a rough couple of years but it worked out in the end. That said onto the story..
That summer was a very fulling time in my life. I graduated high school, signed up for the military, and got married in 2019. I was in boot camp for the first 10 weeks of my wife’s pregnancy as it was our only income. Flash forward to us going to my first duty station. My first duty station ended up being 5 hours away from my father’s, and 3 hours away from her parents. In early 2020 our beautiful son was born. This where things started getting bad. My wife was suffering from postpartum and refused to get treatment. So instead, her treatment was going to her parents for a few weeks at a time. Besides her mom knowing my son better than I did, this worked out well. My wife and kid were happy and healthy besides a few mental breakdowns here and there. Then Covid and the Riots started happening. I was stationed on the outskirts of a large city. My base ended up restricting travel to 50 miles outside of base (this meant I wasn’t able to drive my wife and son to her parents anymore as I’d be breaking no less than 4 articles of the UCMJ if I was caught) this is where things took a turn for the worst. My wife got separation anxiety as this was the longest she’s ever been away. We started arguing a lot more often. Everytime I went to work, she would just stay in bed with our son and do nothing at all. I got very stressed but managed to juggle a 70 hour work week, feeding and taking care of my family, cleaning our apartment, and taking care of all the bills and expenses. My command decided to put me in something called ASF which basically means twice a week on top of my regular job, I’d now do gate guard duty and work with the MP’s on a 14 hour rotation. Things got so loaded on to my metaphorical plate that I developed stress related sleep apnea and couldn’t get a good nights rest on top of all of this. Months go by and nothing is getting better. I’ve recommended therapy, couples therapy, trying to go on walks, talking it out.. my wife didn’t want to do any of it. What’s worse is still wasn’t able to hold of get to know my kid very much at all. It got it he point that in August of 2020 I decided I wasn’t going to let my kid grow up how I grew up and asked for a divorce. I didn’t want him to grow up living with resentment towards his mom and dad, I hated every second of the arguing that took place in front of him, even if he didn’t understand. It broke my heart but I felt we’d do better co parenting instead of being together.
The divorce goes through and it was uncontested. My ex wife fell in love with her best friend from her hometown and was able to quickly move on and marry within a year. She got main custody and I got weekends. I started paying child support 3 months before I had to bc I wanted to make sure they were taken care of. She moved back in with her parents, however, and this caused some strain once we were divorced seeing as how I still wasn’t allowed to travel up there that often. Things got worse between me and my now ex wife dues to the travel ban and her not willing to compromise that much. From January of 2021 to July I was only able to see my kid about 5 times in total. In July my state decided to lift the travel ban and so did my base!
I started making plans and a schedule that my ex agreed to at first. Me and my ex were not very friendly to each other however. I resorted to only texting her about making plans surrounding my son. Bc of this she retaliates and won’t let me see him. It got to the point to where I was calling the cops so they could knock on her door as I stayed by my car. There is body cam footage, recorded phone calls, text messages, and screen shots of her refusing to let me see my kid. My ex then decides to file for more custody and more child support. Wishing 2 weeks I had to take leave, find and hire a lawyer with no money to my name, gather my evidence, and show up to court on a Thursday. Thankfully my loving aunt helped me pay a portion of the retainer so we could get things started with the lawyer. My wife also filed a temporary restraining order against me stating I was “violent and a danger to her and our kid” I had evidence to prove otherwise however, so I wasn’t worried. My lawyer stated this would be considered a separate case thus doubling my retainer. At this point in time I’m living on 70% of $30,000 a year, maxed out my credit cards to pay bills, and had to find an extra $10,000 for this lawyer. My wife lived in a small town so he was literally the only other option for me. This lawyer was terrible though. He told me I had to file my own affidavit, subpoena the officers linked to my case number for the body cam footage, and file all my evidence with the court due to the short notice. I didn’t have access to half the websites due to them costing money and needing an attorneys credentials so needless to say, I didn’t get the body cam footage. Court time appears and the judge grants that I’m allowed to do supervised visits every weekend until the new year. Once the new year came I would’ve been allowed to see him on the original plan for every other week unsupervised. This had me livid, but I accepted since I just wanted to see my kid. A few weeks go by and I’m finally getting to know my son. He was the only thing that kept me going in life at this point. He was and still is my main source of happiness. My lawyer calls me randomly one day stating that my wife put on the terms that my son wasn’t allowed to see my grandparents or my aunt when he was going to start staying with me every other weekend. No reasons were given. I of course denied these changes and wanted to keep the agreement how it was. Atleast then I could keep seeing him. My ex text me later that day stating “my lawyer asked me to inform you that since you refused to sign the updated agreement the restraining order is now back in place” I called my lawyer and immediately asked him to figure this out as this shouldn’t be legal. My lawyer then asked for another $5000 as it’s another case. I told him fine but he needs to actually do some work this time. He said he’d get back to me in a week with an update. A month goes by and I end up calling him asking what the situation was with my current case and he asked for the money to be paid before he looks into it. I told him that’s not what we agreed and that I’m making regular payments as you requested. My lawyer flat out says it’s not enough. I need it up front since I don’t believe you’re able to pay it. He was right I wasn’t able to pay it but I was trying my damndest to. I took 2 weeks to deliberate and talk to family and friends about my whole situation. At this point I’m now $12,000 in lawyer debt ($3,00 is what my aunt help with earlier) $15,000 in credit card debt and surviving off of $50-$100 a week for food and gas. I can’t sleep, I’ve gained 70 pounds in the span of a year. I was getting in trouble with the military for being late due to lack of sleep, being overweight, and rarely being at work since I had to go to my ex wife’s town to fight this custody battle so often. Ultimately I decided that this is turning into my parents divorce where they were putting me and my brother in the middle of all of there disagreements and fights. That’s exactly what I was trying to prevent, so I decided I couldn’t bring myself to hurt my son with all of this anymore. I’d keep a folder full of all the screen shots, text messages, photos, affidavits, etc. when he gets older, if he decides he wants to give me a chance… if he even knows about me, I’ll have it ready for him to read so he can make his own decision. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I still don’t know if it was the right thing to do..
2024.06.02 10:33 Potential_Occasion_5 Did I make the right move?
This was a few years ago now. At the time I 17m and my new wife 21f got pregnant and had a kid. Sorry but this is going to be a long post.
A bit of needed back story though… when I was 6 my parents divorced due to my dad cheating on my mom. I didn’t realize until I was older but my dad was what you would call an abusive drunk. My mom was verbally abusive and high on pills all the time. When my parents finally got divorced I remember couch surfing with my mom because we got evicted from the house since she wasn’t able to keep a job. My dad did pay child support but I have no idea what would happen to it. There were a lot of guns, drugs, violence, and death in my younger years. I turned 12 and started to understand everything and saw my dad turning his life around with his new wife so I decided to move in with him. It was a rough couple of years but it worked out in the end. That said onto the story..
That summer was a very fulling time in my life. I graduated high school, signed up for the military, and got married in 2019. I was in boot camp for the first 10 weeks of my wife’s pregnancy as it was our only income. Flash forward to us going to my first duty station. My first duty station ended up being 5 hours away from my father’s, and 3 hours away from her parents. In early 2020 our beautiful son was born. This where things started getting bad. My wife was suffering from postpartum and refused to get treatment. So instead, her treatment was going to her parents for a few weeks at a time. Besides her mom knowing my son better than I did, this worked out well. My wife and kid were happy and healthy besides a few mental breakdowns here and there. Then Covid and the Riots started happening. I was stationed on the outskirts of a large city. My base ended up restricting travel to 50 miles outside of base (this meant I wasn’t able to drive my wife and son to her parents anymore as I’d be breaking no less than 4 articles of the UCMJ if I was caught) this is where things took a turn for the worst. My wife got separation anxiety as this was the longest she’s ever been away. We started arguing a lot more often. Everytime I went to work, she would just stay in bed with our son and do nothing at all. I got very stressed but managed to juggle a 70 hour work week, feeding and taking care of my family, cleaning our apartment, and taking care of all the bills and expenses. My command decided to put me in something called ASF which basically means twice a week on top of my regular job, I’d now do gate guard duty and work with the MP’s on a 14 hour rotation. Things got so loaded on to my metaphorical plate that I developed stress related sleep apnea and couldn’t get a good nights rest on top of all of this. Months go by and nothing is getting better. I’ve recommended therapy, couples therapy, trying to go on walks, talking it out.. my wife didn’t want to do any of it. What’s worse is still wasn’t able to hold of get to know my kid very much at all. It got it he point that in August of 2020 I decided I wasn’t going to let my kid grow up how I grew up and asked for a divorce. I didn’t want him to grow up living with resentment towards his mom and dad, I hated every second of the arguing that took place in front of him, even if he didn’t understand. It broke my heart but I felt we’d do better co parenting instead of being together.
The divorce goes through and it was uncontested. My ex wife fell in love with her best friend from her hometown and was able to quickly move on and marry within a year. She got main custody and I got weekends. I started paying child support 3 months before I had to bc I wanted to make sure they were taken care of. She moved back in with her parents, however, and this caused some strain once we were divorced seeing as how I still wasn’t allowed to travel up there that often. Things got worse between me and my now ex wife dues to the travel ban and her not willing to compromise that much. From January of 2021 to July I was only able to see my kid about 5 times in total. In July my state decided to lift the travel ban and so did my base!
I started making plans and a schedule that my ex agreed to at first. Me and my ex were not very friendly to each other however. I resorted to only texting her about making plans surrounding my son. Bc of this she retaliates and won’t let me see him. It got to the point to where I was calling the cops so they could knock on her door as I stayed by my car. There is body cam footage, recorded phone calls, text messages, and screen shots of her refusing to let me see my kid. My ex then decides to file for more custody and more child support. Wishing 2 weeks I had to take leave, find and hire a lawyer with no money to my name, gather my evidence, and show up to court on a Thursday. Thankfully my loving aunt helped me pay a portion of the retainer so we could get things started with the lawyer. My wife also filed a temporary restraining order against me stating I was “violent and a danger to her and our kid” I had evidence to prove otherwise however, so I wasn’t worried. My lawyer stated this would be considered a separate case thus doubling my retainer. At this point in time I’m living on 70% of $30,000 a year, maxed out my credit cards to pay bills, and had to find an extra $10,000 for this lawyer. My wife lived in a small town so he was literally the only other option for me. This lawyer was terrible though. He told me I had to file my own affidavit, subpoena the officers linked to my case number for the body cam footage, and file all my evidence with the court due to the short notice. I didn’t have access to half the websites due to them costing money and needing an attorneys credentials so needless to say, I didn’t get the body cam footage. Court time appears and the judge grants that I’m allowed to do supervised visits every weekend until the new year. Once the new year came I would’ve been allowed to see him on the original plan for every other week unsupervised. This had me livid, but I accepted since I just wanted to see my kid. A few weeks go by and I’m finally getting to know my son. He was the only thing that kept me going in life at this point. He was and still is my main source of happiness. My lawyer calls me randomly one day stating that my wife put on the terms that my son wasn’t allowed to see my grandparents or my aunt when he was going to start staying with me every other weekend. No reasons were given. I of course denied these changes and wanted to keep the agreement how it was. Atleast then I could keep seeing him. My ex text me later that day stating “my lawyer asked me to inform you that since you refused to sign the updated agreement the restraining order is now back in place” I called my lawyer and immediately asked him to figure this out as this shouldn’t be legal. My lawyer then asked for another $5000 as it’s another case. I told him fine but he needs to actually do some work this time. He said he’d get back to me in a week with an update. A month goes by and I end up calling him asking what the situation was with my current case and he asked for the money to be paid before he looks into it. I told him that’s not what we agreed and that I’m making regular payments as you requested. My lawyer flat out says it’s not enough. I need it up front since I don’t believe you’re able to pay it. He was right I wasn’t able to pay it but I was trying my damndest to. I took 2 weeks to deliberate and talk to family and friends about my whole situation. At this point I’m now $12,000 in lawyer debt ($3,00 is what my aunt help with earlier) $15,000 in credit card debt and surviving off of $50-$100 a week for food and gas. I can’t sleep, I’ve gained 70 pounds in the span of a year. I was getting in trouble with the military for being late due to lack of sleep, being overweight, and rarely being at work since I had to go to my ex wife’s town to fight this custody battle so often. Ultimately I decided that this is turning into my parents divorce where they were putting me and my brother in the middle of all of there disagreements and fights. That’s exactly what I was trying to prevent, so I decided I couldn’t bring myself to hurt my son with all of this anymore. I’d keep a folder full of all the screen shots, text messages, photos, affidavits, etc. when he gets older, if he decides he wants to give me a chance… if he even knows about me, I’ll have it ready for him to read so he can make his own decision. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I still don’t know if it was the right thing to do…
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A bit of needed back story though… when I was 6 my parents divorced due to my dad cheating on my mom. I didn’t realize until I was older but my dad was what you would call an abusive drunk. My mom was verbally abusive and high on pills all the time. When my parents finally got divorced I remember couch surfing with my mom because we got evicted from the house since she wasn’t able to keep a job. My dad did pay child support but I have no idea what would happen to it. There were a lot of guns, drugs, violence, and death in my younger years. I turned 12 and started to understand everything and saw my dad turning his life around with his new wife so I decided to move in with him. It was a rough couple of years but it worked out in the end. That said onto the story..
That summer was a very fulling time in my life. I graduated high school, signed up for the military, and got married in 2019. I was in boot camp for the first 10 weeks of my wife’s pregnancy as it was our only income. Flash forward to us going to my first duty station. My first duty station ended up being 5 hours away from my father’s, and 3 hours away from her parents. In early 2020 our beautiful son was born. This where things started getting bad. My wife was suffering from postpartum and refused to get treatment. So instead, her treatment was going to her parents for a few weeks at a time. Besides her mom knowing my son better than I did, this worked out well. My wife and kid were happy and healthy besides a few mental breakdowns here and there. Then Covid and the Riots started happening. I was stationed on the outskirts of a large city. My base ended up restricting travel to 50 miles outside of base (this meant I wasn’t able to drive my wife and son to her parents anymore as I’d be breaking no less than 4 articles of the UCMJ if I was caught) this is where things took a turn for the worst. My wife got separation anxiety as this was the longest she’s ever been away. We started arguing a lot more often. Everytime I went to work, she would just stay in bed with our son and do nothing at all. I got very stressed but managed to juggle a 70 hour work week, feeding and taking care of my family, cleaning our apartment, and taking care of all the bills and expenses. My command decided to put me in something called ASF which basically means twice a week on top of my regular job, I’d now do gate guard duty and work with the MP’s on a 14 hour rotation. Things got so loaded on to my metaphorical plate that I developed stress related sleep apnea and couldn’t get a good nights rest on top of all of this. Months go by and nothing is getting better. I’ve recommended therapy, couples therapy, trying to go on walks, talking it out.. my wife didn’t want to do any of it. What’s worse is still wasn’t able to hold of get to know my kid very much at all. It got it he point that in August of 2020 I decided I wasn’t going to let my kid grow up how I grew up and asked for a divorce. I didn’t want him to grow up living with resentment towards his mom and dad, I hated every second of the arguing that took place in front of him, even if he didn’t understand. It broke my heart but I felt we’d do better co parenting instead of being together.
The divorce goes through and it was uncontested. My ex wife fell in love with her best friend from her hometown and was able to quickly move on and marry within a year. She got main custody and I got weekends. I started paying child support 3 months before I had to bc I wanted to make sure they were taken care of. She moved back in with her parents, however, and this caused some strain once we were divorced seeing as how I still wasn’t allowed to travel up there that often. Things got worse between me and my now ex wife dues to the travel ban and her not willing to compromise that much. From January of 2021 to July I was only able to see my kid about 5 times in total. In July my state decided to lift the travel ban and so did my base!
I started making plans and a schedule that my ex agreed to at first. Me and my ex were not very friendly to each other however. I resorted to only texting her about making plans surrounding my son. Bc of this she retaliates and won’t let me see him. It got to the point to where I was calling the cops so they could knock on her door as I stayed by my car. There is body cam footage, recorded phone calls, text messages, and screen shots of her refusing to let me see my kid. My ex then decides to file for more custody and more child support. Wishing 2 weeks I had to take leave, find and hire a lawyer with no money to my name, gather my evidence, and show up to court on a Thursday. Thankfully my loving aunt helped me pay a portion of the retainer so we could get things started with the lawyer. My wife also filed a temporary restraining order against me stating I was “violent and a danger to her and our kid” I had evidence to prove otherwise however, so I wasn’t worried. My lawyer stated this would be considered a separate case thus doubling my retainer. At this point in time I’m living on 70% of $30,000 a year, maxed out my credit cards to pay bills, and had to find an extra $10,000 for this lawyer. My wife lived in a small town so he was literally the only other option for me. This lawyer was terrible though. He told me I had to file my own affidavit, subpoena the officers linked to my case number for the body cam footage, and file all my evidence with the court due to the short notice. I didn’t have access to half the websites due to them costing money and needing an attorneys credentials so needless to say, I didn’t get the body cam footage. Court time appears and the judge grants that I’m allowed to do supervised visits every weekend until the new year. Once the new year came I would’ve been allowed to see him on the original plan for every other week unsupervised. This had me livid, but I accepted since I just wanted to see my kid. A few weeks go by and I’m finally getting to know my son. He was the only thing that kept me going in life at this point. He was and still is my main source of happiness. My lawyer calls me randomly one day stating that my wife put on the terms that my son wasn’t allowed to see my grandparents or my aunt when he was going to start staying with me every other weekend. No reasons were given. I of course denied these changes and wanted to keep the agreement how it was. Atleast then I could keep seeing him. My ex text me later that day stating “my lawyer asked me to inform you that since you refused to sign the updated agreement the restraining order is now back in place” I called my lawyer and immediately asked him to figure this out as this shouldn’t be legal. My lawyer then asked for another $5000 as it’s another case. I told him fine but he needs to actually do some work this time. He said he’d get back to me in a week with an update. A month goes by and I end up calling him asking what the situation was with my current case and he asked for the money to be paid before he looks into it. I told him that’s not what we agreed and that I’m making regular payments as you requested. My lawyer flat out says it’s not enough. I need it up front since I don’t believe you’re able to pay it. He was right I wasn’t able to pay it but I was trying my damndest to. I took 2 weeks to deliberate and talk to family and friends about my whole situation. At this point I’m now $12,000 in lawyer debt ($3,00 is what my aunt help with earlier) $15,000 in credit card debt and surviving off of $50-$100 a week for food and gas. I can’t sleep, I’ve gained 70 pounds in the span of a year. I was getting in trouble with the military for being late due to lack of sleep, being overweight, and rarely being at work since I had to go to my ex wife’s town to fight this custody battle so often. Ultimately I decided that this is turning into my parents divorce where they were putting me and my brother in the middle of all of there disagreements and fights. That’s exactly what I was trying to prevent, so I decided I couldn’t bring myself to hurt my son with all of this anymore. I’d keep a folder full of all the screen shots, text messages, photos, affidavits, etc. when he gets older, if he decides he wants to give me a chance… if he even knows about me, I’ll have it ready for him to read so he can make his own decision. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I still don’t know if it was the right thing to do…
2024.06.02 10:33 maxwell1755 Educational app from childhood
When I was a kid, my school was one of the first waves to try "educational iPods". During free time about 5 of us got to use them on a rotating schedule, but only for about 15 minutes. Not nearly enough time to engross myself in anything because I was so busy trying to try out everything on the device.
There is one thing I remember very clearly, an educational app that had animated songs (and maybe games) on it, and the song that I remember went like this:
"An adjective is a word that describes a thing Like a Pretty city or a Quiet valley or a Long, sandy, beach"
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There is one thing I remember very clearly, an educational app that had animated songs (and maybe games) on it, and the song that I remember went like this:
"An adjective is a word that describes a thing Like a Pretty city or a Quiet valley or a Long, sandy, beach"
2024.06.02 10:19 burntsiena77 Job
Hi I feel kinda bad because I’m taking 5 and a half years to graduate college. I originally wanted to be an SLP so that’s why I am taking longer- in order to get the prereqs. Has anyone else taken a bit longer?
I currently have a job as an afterschool daycare teacher. Would this be good experience for PA school? I know it’s not PCE or HCE but it’s flexible with my schedule and pays relatively decent. I plan on getting PCE after I graduate and work full time.
I am thinking about quitting after the summer. I have worked there for 3 years part time.
I want a job for the semester that is flexible with my school schedule. Does anyone have any suggestions? That would also okay good for PA school? And doesn’t require a certificate or anything that you need to pay to get?
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I currently have a job as an afterschool daycare teacher. Would this be good experience for PA school? I know it’s not PCE or HCE but it’s flexible with my schedule and pays relatively decent. I plan on getting PCE after I graduate and work full time.
I am thinking about quitting after the summer. I have worked there for 3 years part time.
I want a job for the semester that is flexible with my school schedule. Does anyone have any suggestions? That would also okay good for PA school? And doesn’t require a certificate or anything that you need to pay to get?
2024.06.02 10:05 ThreeActionEconomy [Online] [PF2e Remaster] [Homebrew] [LFP] [FoundryVTT] Sundays 8pm-11pm Eastern
Hello! We're looking for one more to round out our homebrew game. The campaign is maybe best described so far as a cross between Delicious in Dungeon, the horror show From, some old school Planescape, with a generous dose of Philip K. Dick. So far the party is made up of a bard, monk, sorcerer, wizard, and fighter, although the bard is having a rough time scheduling wise.
Who we're looking for:
Do you hate traitors to democracy? Did you shout "Yes!" 34 times this week while watching the news? Do you feel like punching nazis in the face is completely acceptable? Are you bemused by all the bad people having temper tantrums at the rainbows they see this month? If you answered yes to all of these, you're probably going to fit right in with our group!
PM me a character concept and a few words about yourself!
Thanks everyone!
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Who we're looking for:
Do you hate traitors to democracy? Did you shout "Yes!" 34 times this week while watching the news? Do you feel like punching nazis in the face is completely acceptable? Are you bemused by all the bad people having temper tantrums at the rainbows they see this month? If you answered yes to all of these, you're probably going to fit right in with our group!
PM me a character concept and a few words about yourself!
Thanks everyone!
2024.06.02 10:01 overly-average1 Pausing work for a few months
What options do I have for pausing work for a few months?
I work about 35 hours per week outside of Preply but only during school term time. My hours usually taper off towards the end of term.
I started teaching on preply in May and I now have 22 active students. I have time now (although it's a pretty intense schedule), but I wont be able to fit it all in after the summer.
I am planning to pause my Preply teaching between August and November.
Will Preply deactivate my account due to inactivity if i hide my account for several months?
For reference, my profile has been hidden since my first week because I got flooded with bookings.
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I work about 35 hours per week outside of Preply but only during school term time. My hours usually taper off towards the end of term.
I started teaching on preply in May and I now have 22 active students. I have time now (although it's a pretty intense schedule), but I wont be able to fit it all in after the summer.
I am planning to pause my Preply teaching between August and November.
Will Preply deactivate my account due to inactivity if i hide my account for several months?
For reference, my profile has been hidden since my first week because I got flooded with bookings.
2024.06.02 09:44 SteamDaBroccoli WIBTA if I asked my GF to start pitching in for rent and doing more around the house (despite her not technically living there)?
For about 2 years already I (M20) and my GF (F20) of 3 years have followed about the following routine:
I wake up, go to work. She wakes up and leaves for classes (could be as early as 8 am and as late as 2 pm, depending on her schedule). Then after her classes she goes home (her home, to her parent's house), has dinner there and comes back around 6-7 pm. On the weekends she is at my place 24/7.
For these entire 2 years I have paid all of the rent, done all the cleaning, bought all the groceries and everything else that is needed to be done around the house (now remembering, I even paid for her parking pass that's needed for the apartment). I never really asked her to do any of that, though she hasn't offered either.
I am right now out of the state for a trip (during which she usually stays at my place, she has a spare and comes and goes into the apt as she wants) and got hit with a rent increase notice via email. I had some time to reconsider everything and thought that after coming back I'd like to ask her to do the following:
Please don't take anything I said here as a jab against my GF, she is a wonderful person, I just never talked this out with her before.
EDIT: Realized it could be important. She has no job and no expenses. She receives a decent allowance from her parents and all of her expenses (gas/school tuition/food/medical/etc) are all covered
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I wake up, go to work. She wakes up and leaves for classes (could be as early as 8 am and as late as 2 pm, depending on her schedule). Then after her classes she goes home (her home, to her parent's house), has dinner there and comes back around 6-7 pm. On the weekends she is at my place 24/7.
For these entire 2 years I have paid all of the rent, done all the cleaning, bought all the groceries and everything else that is needed to be done around the house (now remembering, I even paid for her parking pass that's needed for the apartment). I never really asked her to do any of that, though she hasn't offered either.
I am right now out of the state for a trip (during which she usually stays at my place, she has a spare and comes and goes into the apt as she wants) and got hit with a rent increase notice via email. I had some time to reconsider everything and thought that after coming back I'd like to ask her to do the following:
- Pitch in $150 a month of rent (the rent is $1900)
- Vacuum once a week (usually I do it, so I am not inventing this chore just as a punishment)
- Buy small amount of groceries (less than $20 a month)
Please don't take anything I said here as a jab against my GF, she is a wonderful person, I just never talked this out with her before.
EDIT: Realized it could be important. She has no job and no expenses. She receives a decent allowance from her parents and all of her expenses (gas/school tuition/food/medical/etc) are all covered
2024.06.02 09:29 FlashOnImpulse Discomfort in lower right abdomen?
Hi I recently had an ultrasound done due to concerns about my right abdomen and they found a 1.9cm lesion in my liver. It otherwise looks fine and healthy. This feeling in my abdomen is the same feeling I get in my left side when I am constipated. But after passing gas or doing to the toilet my left is fine. The right however has been constant feeling like there’s something there. For context I am a 27M and have been underweight since my high school years. I’ve looked up the symptoms for liver disease and I can check the marks for tiredness and weight lost. However, I have recently transferred to a night shift schedule so that might be the reason? I am a yard jockey and am driving 10 hours a day. I’ve slept 21 hours max on my day off with 16 hours being the most recent. I do do a lot of overtime though and my sleep is on and off. As for the weight loss, I think it’s just cause I haven’t been eating as much as I did compared to day shift cause I’m just so tired when I come home. I do have an appetite and I do feel hungry at work. My pee color is fine. I did a blood and urine test and the results are normal. Aside from the lesion, is there any other explanation for this constant feeling like there’s something in my lower right abdomen, just underneath my rib cage? I jam my finger into it and it feels somewhat sore but also comforting. Ps I’m still constipated. Apparently they couldn’t get a good image of my pancreas due to gas. My stool isn’t hard or wet, but sticky or mushy.
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2024.06.02 09:07 abu_hajarr Does anyone else get anxious when idle?
I’m 28 years old but over the past two years have become very active in my lifestyle. Could almost be summed up by “work hard, play hard.” My fiancé (high school sweetheart) is almost the same way.
We’re both engineers and into fitness. The work week is honestly great as it’s structured and disciplined. The last 5 weeks I’ve been in fight camp which means hard cardio or CrossFit for an hour before work, work, then two hours Muay Thai in the afternoon. I have one day off of training which is Sunday, and I do an 8k recovery run. During the work week, every meal is prepped and every minute is spent working until my last two hours before bed. I’m actually enjoying it.
The minute I break that work schedule I just start getting anxious. Im constantly thinking about how I’m not working hard enough and my opponent is going to have better cardio than me. I have to hide it otherwise I start negatively affecting my fiancé. But honestly, she can kind of be the same. We might be feeding off each other a bit. We drink alcohol fri-sun which takes the edge off and I enjoy it but hate it the day after. We used to do coke too but I haven’t done it during fight camp. Even if I’m not thinking about work or training, or drinking, I’m seemingly unable to enjoy relaxing things I used to be able to do all day. My gaming PC is collecting dust either because im uninterested or my fiancé starts getting visibly restless the second I get on and I’m too uncomfortable to play. She used to play video games too.
I feel if im not working I lose discipline which in turn makes me anxious. I don’t know how to relax. This was already occurring before fight camp. I’m otherwise very happy and satisfied with my life.
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We’re both engineers and into fitness. The work week is honestly great as it’s structured and disciplined. The last 5 weeks I’ve been in fight camp which means hard cardio or CrossFit for an hour before work, work, then two hours Muay Thai in the afternoon. I have one day off of training which is Sunday, and I do an 8k recovery run. During the work week, every meal is prepped and every minute is spent working until my last two hours before bed. I’m actually enjoying it.
The minute I break that work schedule I just start getting anxious. Im constantly thinking about how I’m not working hard enough and my opponent is going to have better cardio than me. I have to hide it otherwise I start negatively affecting my fiancé. But honestly, she can kind of be the same. We might be feeding off each other a bit. We drink alcohol fri-sun which takes the edge off and I enjoy it but hate it the day after. We used to do coke too but I haven’t done it during fight camp. Even if I’m not thinking about work or training, or drinking, I’m seemingly unable to enjoy relaxing things I used to be able to do all day. My gaming PC is collecting dust either because im uninterested or my fiancé starts getting visibly restless the second I get on and I’m too uncomfortable to play. She used to play video games too.
I feel if im not working I lose discipline which in turn makes me anxious. I don’t know how to relax. This was already occurring before fight camp. I’m otherwise very happy and satisfied with my life.
2024.06.02 08:53 Efficient-Art-7594 Scholarships for P school
I’m an EMT living on my own in California. Currently employed in riverside county as an EMT and looking to start medic school in the fall. It looks like I don’t qualify for FAFSA. Any tips for scholarships or grants for paramedic school is appreciated.
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2024.06.02 08:06 InkHeart_21 Help with picking classes
Hey everyone! I'm entering BYU this fall as a freshman and I need some help with my schedule. So as of right now I'm planning to be in an envelope with CL CV 241, REL A 245, and UNIV 101, and then I also have SLF 210, GEOL 109, and FREN 317. Assuming I get the last three, I'd have a total of 16 credit hours. Is that too much or too little? Are those decent class choices for your first semester? For context, I took a couple of Dual Enrollment and AP classes in high school that I can use to get some gen eds out of the way. My other question is can I make it to the FREN 317 from UNIV 101 in time for class? UNIV 101 is in the LSB building and FREN 317 is in the JFSB. I looked at Google maps and it said it's an 11 minute walk, but I can probably walk faster if necessary. I'm also planning to use a bike if possible. I'd love any and all advice, hopefully as soon as possible. Thank you so much in advance!
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2024.06.02 08:04 DrownedInDogma My friend has become gross and insufferable.
So I’ve (M,31) known my friend (M,32) since elementary school. Thinking back on it, even as kids, he had somewhat of an insufferable attitude; but it was easier to ignore. We would just go back to playing video games or Yu-Gi-Oh! like we always did. And at the end of the day, everything would be fine. But now, as adults with lives and responsibilities, it just seems…harder.
And I feel bad because I know he’s just been through a lot. His mom passed just before Christmas of last year, and that was a devastating roller coaster of emotion for everyone. He was still living with her and she was his best friend. He told her everything, shared all his interests and hobbies with her, etc. And outside of the money he gave her from his job to cover half the expenses, she handled everything (he didn’t drive, never paid bills, and he’s now getting an intense crash course on stuff). Even earlier today, he mentioned how it was like screaming into the void now that she was gone; and so I’ve been sort of hesitant to call him out on some of his behavior as of late.
The first thing is him acting like “Of course we’re going to hang out if I call or text him about it.” No. I have my job that is stressing me out; especially after layoffs just happened, and I’m trying to step up even more to make sure I’m not next. I also take care of my father, who is sick in a nursing home and losing his balance and mobility. I got three calls last week saying that he’d fallen. I’m in a relationship, and my partner and I are already struggling to figure out the future so we can consider things like marriage and so forth, but neither one of us has enough money. I get dragged into so many things on my days off that I stress out cause I’m not at home as much as I want to be; safe, at peace, able to catch up on chores. I’m already doing weekly therapy cause of the stress.
When we do talk on the phone, he treats it like we’re a podcast or talk show, and I just need to stop what I’m doing to give him the next 30 minutes or an hour of my time. I’ve had to try and politely explain that I was occupied a few times. He’d call me at work and I’d quickly text him back that I couldn’t talk. And on top of that, the conversation always stems back to what edibles he’s trying lately. He’s been going online and buying up every CBD/THC/Shroom gummy he can find. He once asked me to stay on the phone with him for 30 minutes so I can observe the side effects of a gummy with him, and I told him I was busy. He tried again and asked for 10 minutes and I caved.
And when we hang out in person…he just does some stuff I seriously have questions about. Several times, I’ve seen him reach down and scratch his nuts while sitting next to me; sometimes he’s just sitting there and holding them. I get it: we’re guys, so whatever, right? But it never fails that he sniffs his hand after. He’s always in shorts and reaches through the leg to scratch, but he always straight up sniffs his fingers after. And he does this SO MANY times, and each time I pretend not to notice, cause I know he’ll just deny it if I call him out. It’s weird when there’s food involved. He’s started treating me like I’m a lackey and he’s the brains, and will more or less ramble off commands like to grab him a drink or a snack when he’s over at my apartment. And he acts like he needs to dictate how the time is spent, and always asks me to watch some creepy pasta type stuff. He’s more or less tried to declare when he wants to leave (usually midnight, which is a fuck no cause I wake up at 4am for work), and will try to get me watch hours long videos on murder mysteries, photos taken before tragedies, reviews over gory movies, etc. Today I just about snapped at him when he asked if we could watch a video over disturbing 911 calls; he’d just nagged me to watch a video about a lady finding dead children in an 18 wheeler in Mexico. And when I suggest we watch an anime or play a game or something, he acts like it’s a hassle to fit it into the schedule. Tonight, he was so excited to show me a video about a South Korean couple in the 80’s that got kidnapped and forced to direct movies in North Korea, and I was mentally begging for his Uber to come get him. And he can’t just shut up and let it play. He HAS to talk and show off how he’s some sort of YouTube rabbit hole savant. He acts like I just NEED to hear how well researched and well read he is about whatever video. We watched the Netflix One Piece, and it was just him listing every difference between the show and source material, or talking to the TV and characters, acting like he needed to coach the Straw Hat Pirates about the fights, and this was my first time seeing it. This was his 2nd or 3rd time (then later, he just outright said “We’re going to start watching the anime together. We’re going to watch it every time we meet up, and it’ll be 10 episodes each time.” Not, “Do you want to watch One Piece?” Just that we WERE, no input from me at all, just a damn command). This happens EVERY time we watch something. If he makes a mistake when saying something, he’ll get snippy if I correct him, and he acts like there was no mistake and he said it flawlessly. And then there’s the porn. Every time, he shows me his art he drew for his comic he wants to make and it’s really just an excuse to look up porn. Nothing but nude drawings in risqué poses. I’ve seen him scrolling through his tablet, and it’s nothing but porn images he’s saved. I glanced and saw him straight up looking at a hentai butthole shot while we watched some weird video he wanted to show me. And there are so many other things…
I know he’s hurting. His mom was his only parent, since he never knew his dad who abandoned him. I still have my parents, so I can only imagine. But his behavior is getting to be a bit too much. And I don’t know how to gently tell him he’s being a major dick. I don’t know if I’m just suddenly a punching bag now (he lives with his aunts and cousins, and they were all raised old school, no nonsense, “no, we don’t need no damn phone to turn off the lights, get your ass up and do it yourself” type, so I KNOW they wouldn’t let that shit behavior fly there), but it’s gotta stop.
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And I feel bad because I know he’s just been through a lot. His mom passed just before Christmas of last year, and that was a devastating roller coaster of emotion for everyone. He was still living with her and she was his best friend. He told her everything, shared all his interests and hobbies with her, etc. And outside of the money he gave her from his job to cover half the expenses, she handled everything (he didn’t drive, never paid bills, and he’s now getting an intense crash course on stuff). Even earlier today, he mentioned how it was like screaming into the void now that she was gone; and so I’ve been sort of hesitant to call him out on some of his behavior as of late.
The first thing is him acting like “Of course we’re going to hang out if I call or text him about it.” No. I have my job that is stressing me out; especially after layoffs just happened, and I’m trying to step up even more to make sure I’m not next. I also take care of my father, who is sick in a nursing home and losing his balance and mobility. I got three calls last week saying that he’d fallen. I’m in a relationship, and my partner and I are already struggling to figure out the future so we can consider things like marriage and so forth, but neither one of us has enough money. I get dragged into so many things on my days off that I stress out cause I’m not at home as much as I want to be; safe, at peace, able to catch up on chores. I’m already doing weekly therapy cause of the stress.
When we do talk on the phone, he treats it like we’re a podcast or talk show, and I just need to stop what I’m doing to give him the next 30 minutes or an hour of my time. I’ve had to try and politely explain that I was occupied a few times. He’d call me at work and I’d quickly text him back that I couldn’t talk. And on top of that, the conversation always stems back to what edibles he’s trying lately. He’s been going online and buying up every CBD/THC/Shroom gummy he can find. He once asked me to stay on the phone with him for 30 minutes so I can observe the side effects of a gummy with him, and I told him I was busy. He tried again and asked for 10 minutes and I caved.
And when we hang out in person…he just does some stuff I seriously have questions about. Several times, I’ve seen him reach down and scratch his nuts while sitting next to me; sometimes he’s just sitting there and holding them. I get it: we’re guys, so whatever, right? But it never fails that he sniffs his hand after. He’s always in shorts and reaches through the leg to scratch, but he always straight up sniffs his fingers after. And he does this SO MANY times, and each time I pretend not to notice, cause I know he’ll just deny it if I call him out. It’s weird when there’s food involved. He’s started treating me like I’m a lackey and he’s the brains, and will more or less ramble off commands like to grab him a drink or a snack when he’s over at my apartment. And he acts like he needs to dictate how the time is spent, and always asks me to watch some creepy pasta type stuff. He’s more or less tried to declare when he wants to leave (usually midnight, which is a fuck no cause I wake up at 4am for work), and will try to get me watch hours long videos on murder mysteries, photos taken before tragedies, reviews over gory movies, etc. Today I just about snapped at him when he asked if we could watch a video over disturbing 911 calls; he’d just nagged me to watch a video about a lady finding dead children in an 18 wheeler in Mexico. And when I suggest we watch an anime or play a game or something, he acts like it’s a hassle to fit it into the schedule. Tonight, he was so excited to show me a video about a South Korean couple in the 80’s that got kidnapped and forced to direct movies in North Korea, and I was mentally begging for his Uber to come get him. And he can’t just shut up and let it play. He HAS to talk and show off how he’s some sort of YouTube rabbit hole savant. He acts like I just NEED to hear how well researched and well read he is about whatever video. We watched the Netflix One Piece, and it was just him listing every difference between the show and source material, or talking to the TV and characters, acting like he needed to coach the Straw Hat Pirates about the fights, and this was my first time seeing it. This was his 2nd or 3rd time (then later, he just outright said “We’re going to start watching the anime together. We’re going to watch it every time we meet up, and it’ll be 10 episodes each time.” Not, “Do you want to watch One Piece?” Just that we WERE, no input from me at all, just a damn command). This happens EVERY time we watch something. If he makes a mistake when saying something, he’ll get snippy if I correct him, and he acts like there was no mistake and he said it flawlessly. And then there’s the porn. Every time, he shows me his art he drew for his comic he wants to make and it’s really just an excuse to look up porn. Nothing but nude drawings in risqué poses. I’ve seen him scrolling through his tablet, and it’s nothing but porn images he’s saved. I glanced and saw him straight up looking at a hentai butthole shot while we watched some weird video he wanted to show me. And there are so many other things…
I know he’s hurting. His mom was his only parent, since he never knew his dad who abandoned him. I still have my parents, so I can only imagine. But his behavior is getting to be a bit too much. And I don’t know how to gently tell him he’s being a major dick. I don’t know if I’m just suddenly a punching bag now (he lives with his aunts and cousins, and they were all raised old school, no nonsense, “no, we don’t need no damn phone to turn off the lights, get your ass up and do it yourself” type, so I KNOW they wouldn’t let that shit behavior fly there), but it’s gotta stop.
2024.06.02 08:04 ReasonDear7255 Help I am completely lost - what do you think makes someone entitled?
I am not entirely sure how to write this so please excuse the word vomit that is about to happen. Thank you.
I am an 18 year old online college student and I've always had a bit of trouble making friends and being able to keep them. My anxious tendency's make it hard for me to fully understand why someone would truly want to be my friend. I'm in therapy trying to work this my issues and trying to find better ways of communication. While I've only been in therapy for a short while I, personally, feel like made a ton of progress. I have contacted old friends and have made a couple new ones. I wouldn't go as far to say that I don't struggle with responding but I eventually will.
A big part of my anxiety is that I might take up "too much space", that my behavior would be "too much", that I would be annoying, and ultimately that people would hate be and I'd be lonely. My anxiety sometimes blinds me and I can't tell who I can and can't trust. I see the word alone being used a lot when people use it to describe how they feel but I don't feel alone. The word alone in the dictionary reads "having no one present" and the work lonely in the dictionary reads "without companions; solitary; cut off from others". I believe that the word lonely fits the description of my feeling better than alone. I know that I enjoy my alone time - my space - but for a long time I couldn't tell the difference between the two.
The first time I ever really felt my anxiety was in middle school. My younger self was much more open and optimistic than I am now. I still had that child-like wonder and sense of safety; like nothing could ever go wrong. I wish that feeling never left. As it is for most people, middle school was horrible. I remember being eccentric, happy, and very talkative. This was a direct hit for those "mean girl clicks" everyone had encountered in middle school. At that time I never really understand how cruel the world could truly be. This was the moment I truly felt the anxiety click in, hearing people talk behind your back then be so loving and caring to your face.I won't say that I am a saint because I know that I have also had rude conversations behind peoples backs and I can say nothing eats me alive more then knowing how rude I was. I know that it is almost impossible to get people to not talk about you behind your back, it happens to everyone but this never stopped me from trying.
Those "mean girl clicks" used to talk about how I'm too loud, annoying, they hated my hair, the way I dressed, etc. And I can positively say this went on with me though my entire life. I started dressing in all black, I would speak unless spoken to, I would keep my opinion to myself unless cued otherwise; I did all of this and more just to try and keep the attention off of me. I would keep a book with me at all times so I didn't disrupt anyone so that wouldn't be annoying. I was so fearful of seeing self-centered, being too much to handle, annoying, egotistical, and entitled to how much damage I was doing to my self worth in the long run. I wanted to so anything to avoid being those words because I thought that it would earn me friends; I thought that it would finally make me worthy.
All of this is to say that this was of living followed me though my life. Anytime someone needed something I was the first to volunteer, I wanted to help everyone in every way I could, I wanted to be a natural friend of people. A neutral friend - someone who was like enough to keep around but not noticeable enough to be talked about behind their back. I did this with everyone I met at school, work, family, etc. With this my therapist has helped me open up more and I've gotten more comfortable with myself and the fact that it's okay for me to take up space. However, I am still very aware of how I am acting and how I might be perceived. I think three times about what I am going to say before I say it to make sure I don't say anything that can hurt someone. Does it still accidentally happen, yes, but I am always empathic about it and I always apologize.
I have been in a bit of a job switch recently and I am working with people much older than me and I have had a hard time with management. My most recent bosses and have rude, unforgiving, and disrespectful. Now I understand that not all jobs will be perfect and for the most part you just have to deal with it but as I've said above I take comments that are made to me seriously. I know this can be a bad thing to do but my anxiety had a tendency to pick it up and run with it. My employer makes the schedule on a monthly basis, I am a full-time employee, and for the past two months I have worked 20-25 days each month and now the new schedule (June) I am only scheduled to work for 11 days. With quick math working 11 days can't pay my car insurance let alone the car note. I was understandably, in my opinion, upset and I took it up with them the next day so that I was not speaking out of anger in the moment. When I brought it up to my employer the next morning they told me that 30% of my productivity can from them helping me and the other 70% came from me working alone. I was essentially told that my productivity level was too low and that if I wanted to work more then I need to "prove myself". This honestly stirred a lot of my past worried and anxieties about never be good enough and not being worthy. And while that's not what was explicitly said it is what my anxiety heard.
When I finally got home (I live with a relative) they asked me what was wrong and I had explained the situation with that and I that I felt like I was being productive and trying my hardest. They had brought up the idea that my productivity level might be the issue and when I asked further I was met with one of the more gut-wrenching comments I have ever had anyone say about me. They told me that I act entitled. I have been called many things but for be being called entitled, one of the very things I have tried so hard not to be, it completely broke me inside. I have entered a few inserts below about my "Being Entitled" search.
Entitled - Adjective - Google Definition
They still never apologized and I truly don't think that they will. I've been dwelling on their comment about me being entitled everyday. And everyday it makes me more and more anxious, I've noticed myself being more secluded to avoid stepping on anyones toes. I think what I am looking for here is opinions that aren't mine or theirs. I know that was a lot to read but if you did I would appreciate some feedback. Do I seem entitled? Do I deserve an apology? How do I deal with something like this because I am completely lost.
Thank you for reading my word-vomit <3
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I am an 18 year old online college student and I've always had a bit of trouble making friends and being able to keep them. My anxious tendency's make it hard for me to fully understand why someone would truly want to be my friend. I'm in therapy trying to work this my issues and trying to find better ways of communication. While I've only been in therapy for a short while I, personally, feel like made a ton of progress. I have contacted old friends and have made a couple new ones. I wouldn't go as far to say that I don't struggle with responding but I eventually will.
A big part of my anxiety is that I might take up "too much space", that my behavior would be "too much", that I would be annoying, and ultimately that people would hate be and I'd be lonely. My anxiety sometimes blinds me and I can't tell who I can and can't trust. I see the word alone being used a lot when people use it to describe how they feel but I don't feel alone. The word alone in the dictionary reads "having no one present" and the work lonely in the dictionary reads "without companions; solitary; cut off from others". I believe that the word lonely fits the description of my feeling better than alone. I know that I enjoy my alone time - my space - but for a long time I couldn't tell the difference between the two.
The first time I ever really felt my anxiety was in middle school. My younger self was much more open and optimistic than I am now. I still had that child-like wonder and sense of safety; like nothing could ever go wrong. I wish that feeling never left. As it is for most people, middle school was horrible. I remember being eccentric, happy, and very talkative. This was a direct hit for those "mean girl clicks" everyone had encountered in middle school. At that time I never really understand how cruel the world could truly be. This was the moment I truly felt the anxiety click in, hearing people talk behind your back then be so loving and caring to your face.I won't say that I am a saint because I know that I have also had rude conversations behind peoples backs and I can say nothing eats me alive more then knowing how rude I was. I know that it is almost impossible to get people to not talk about you behind your back, it happens to everyone but this never stopped me from trying.
Those "mean girl clicks" used to talk about how I'm too loud, annoying, they hated my hair, the way I dressed, etc. And I can positively say this went on with me though my entire life. I started dressing in all black, I would speak unless spoken to, I would keep my opinion to myself unless cued otherwise; I did all of this and more just to try and keep the attention off of me. I would keep a book with me at all times so I didn't disrupt anyone so that wouldn't be annoying. I was so fearful of seeing self-centered, being too much to handle, annoying, egotistical, and entitled to how much damage I was doing to my self worth in the long run. I wanted to so anything to avoid being those words because I thought that it would earn me friends; I thought that it would finally make me worthy.
All of this is to say that this was of living followed me though my life. Anytime someone needed something I was the first to volunteer, I wanted to help everyone in every way I could, I wanted to be a natural friend of people. A neutral friend - someone who was like enough to keep around but not noticeable enough to be talked about behind their back. I did this with everyone I met at school, work, family, etc. With this my therapist has helped me open up more and I've gotten more comfortable with myself and the fact that it's okay for me to take up space. However, I am still very aware of how I am acting and how I might be perceived. I think three times about what I am going to say before I say it to make sure I don't say anything that can hurt someone. Does it still accidentally happen, yes, but I am always empathic about it and I always apologize.
I have been in a bit of a job switch recently and I am working with people much older than me and I have had a hard time with management. My most recent bosses and have rude, unforgiving, and disrespectful. Now I understand that not all jobs will be perfect and for the most part you just have to deal with it but as I've said above I take comments that are made to me seriously. I know this can be a bad thing to do but my anxiety had a tendency to pick it up and run with it. My employer makes the schedule on a monthly basis, I am a full-time employee, and for the past two months I have worked 20-25 days each month and now the new schedule (June) I am only scheduled to work for 11 days. With quick math working 11 days can't pay my car insurance let alone the car note. I was understandably, in my opinion, upset and I took it up with them the next day so that I was not speaking out of anger in the moment. When I brought it up to my employer the next morning they told me that 30% of my productivity can from them helping me and the other 70% came from me working alone. I was essentially told that my productivity level was too low and that if I wanted to work more then I need to "prove myself". This honestly stirred a lot of my past worried and anxieties about never be good enough and not being worthy. And while that's not what was explicitly said it is what my anxiety heard.
When I finally got home (I live with a relative) they asked me what was wrong and I had explained the situation with that and I that I felt like I was being productive and trying my hardest. They had brought up the idea that my productivity level might be the issue and when I asked further I was met with one of the more gut-wrenching comments I have ever had anyone say about me. They told me that I act entitled. I have been called many things but for be being called entitled, one of the very things I have tried so hard not to be, it completely broke me inside. I have entered a few inserts below about my "Being Entitled" search.
Entitled - Adjective - Google Definition
- Believing oneself to be inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment.
- Feeling that you have the right to do or have what you want without having to work for it or deserve it just because you are who you are.
- Demanding special treatment, expecting others to do things for you, not showing gratitude, and the need for constant adornment.
- You see your own interest more interesting than others. See your goal and desires to be more valid than others. You disregard rules that are intended for everyones comfort.
- In many cases, describing someone as entitled may be a criticism of their behavior or attitude, suggesting that they display a lack of humility or an unrealistic sense of self-importance.
They still never apologized and I truly don't think that they will. I've been dwelling on their comment about me being entitled everyday. And everyday it makes me more and more anxious, I've noticed myself being more secluded to avoid stepping on anyones toes. I think what I am looking for here is opinions that aren't mine or theirs. I know that was a lot to read but if you did I would appreciate some feedback. Do I seem entitled? Do I deserve an apology? How do I deal with something like this because I am completely lost.
Thank you for reading my word-vomit <3
2024.06.02 07:57 ReasonDear7255 Help I am completely lost - Do you think I am entitled?
I am not entirely sure how to write this so please excuse the word vomit that is about to happen. Thank you.
I am an 18 year old online college student and I've always had a bit of trouble making friends and being able to keep them. My anxious tendency's make it hard for me to fully understand why someone would truly want to be my friend. I'm in therapy trying to work this my issues and trying to find better ways of communication. While I've only been in therapy for a short while I, personally, feel like made a ton of progress. I have contacted old friends and have made a couple new ones. I wouldn't go as far to say that I don't struggle with responding but I eventually will.
A big part of my anxiety is that I might take up "too much space", that my behavior would be "too much", that I would be annoying, and ultimately that people would hate be and I'd be lonely. My anxiety sometimes blinds me and I can't tell who I can and can't trust. I see the word alone being used a lot when people use it to describe how they feel but I don't feel alone. The word alone in the dictionary reads "having no one present" and the work lonely in the dictionary reads "without companions; solitary; cut off from others". I believe that the word lonely fits the description of my feeling better than alone. I know that I enjoy my alone time - my space - but for a long time I couldn't tell the difference between the two.
The first time I ever really felt my anxiety was in middle school. My younger self was much more open and optimistic than I am now. I still had that child-like wonder and sense of safety; like nothing could ever go wrong. I wish that feeling never left. As it is for most people, middle school was horrible. I remember being eccentric, happy, and very talkative. This was a direct hit for those "mean girl clicks" everyone had encountered in middle school. At that time I never really understand how cruel the world could truly be. This was the moment I truly felt the anxiety click in, hearing people talk behind your back then be so loving and caring to your face.I won't say that I am a saint because I know that I have also had rude conversations behind peoples backs and I can say nothing eats me alive more then knowing how rude I was. I know that it is almost impossible to get people to not talk about you behind your back, it happens to everyone but this never stopped me from trying.
Those "mean girl clicks" used to talk about how I'm too loud, annoying, they hated my hair, the way I dressed, etc. And I can positively say this went on with me though my entire life. I started dressing in all black, I would speak unless spoken to, I would keep my opinion to myself unless cued otherwise; I did all of this and more just to try and keep the attention off of me. I would keep a book with me at all times so I didn't disrupt anyone so that wouldn't be annoying. I was so fearful of seeing self-centered, being too much to handle, annoying, egotistical, and entitled to how much damage I was doing to my self worth in the long run. I wanted to so anything to avoid being those words because I thought that it would earn me friends; I thought that it would finally make me worthy.
All of this is to say that this was of living followed me though my life. Anytime someone needed something I was the first to volunteer, I wanted to help everyone in every way I could, I wanted to be a natural friend of people. A neutral friend - someone who was like enough to keep around but not noticeable enough to be talked about behind their back. I did this with everyone I met at school, work, family, etc. With this my therapist has helped me open up more and I've gotten more comfortable with myself and the fact that it's okay for me to take up space. However, I am still very aware of how I am acting and how I might be perceived. I think three times about what I am going to say before I say it to make sure I don't say anything that can hurt someone. Does it still accidentally happen, yes, but I am always empathic about it and I always apologize.
I have been in a bit of a job switch recently and I am working with people much older than me and I have had a hard time with management. My most recent bosses and have rude, unforgiving, and disrespectful. Now I understand that not all jobs will be perfect and for the most part you just have to deal with it but as I've said above I take comments that are made to me seriously. I know this can be a bad thing to do but my anxiety had a tendency to pick it up and run with it. My employer makes the schedule on a monthly basis, I am a full-time employee, and for the past two months I have worked 20-25 days each month and now the new schedule (June) I am only scheduled to work for 11 days. With quick math working 11 days can't pay my car insurance let alone the car note. I was understandably, in my opinion, upset and I took it up with them the next day so that I was not speaking out of anger in the moment. When I brought it up to my employer the next morning they told me that 30% of my productivity can from them helping me and the other 70% came from me working alone. I was essentially told that my productivity level was too low and that if I wanted to work more then I need to "prove myself". This honestly stirred a lot of my past worried and anxieties about never be good enough and not being worthy. And while that's not what was explicitly said it is what my anxiety heard.
When I finally got home (I live with a relative) they asked me what was wrong and I had explained the situation with that and I that I felt like I was being productive and trying my hardest. They had brought up the idea that my productivity level might be the issue and when I asked further I was met with one of the more gut-wrenching comments I have ever had anyone say about me. They told me that I act entitled. I have been called many things but for be being called entitled, one of the very things I have tried so hard not to be, it completely broke me inside. I have entered a few inserts below about my "Being Entitled" search.
Entitled - Adjective - Google Definition
They still never apologized and I truly don't think that they will. I've been dwelling on their comment about me being entitled everyday. And everyday it makes me more and more anxious, I've noticed myself being more secluded to avoid stepping on anyones toes. I think what I am looking for here is opinions that aren't mine or theirs. I know that was a lot to read but if you did I would appreciate some feedback. Do I seem entitled? Do I deserve an apology? How do I deal with something like this because I am completely lost.
Thank you for reading my word-vomit <3
submitted by ReasonDear7255 to Anxiety [link] [comments]
I am an 18 year old online college student and I've always had a bit of trouble making friends and being able to keep them. My anxious tendency's make it hard for me to fully understand why someone would truly want to be my friend. I'm in therapy trying to work this my issues and trying to find better ways of communication. While I've only been in therapy for a short while I, personally, feel like made a ton of progress. I have contacted old friends and have made a couple new ones. I wouldn't go as far to say that I don't struggle with responding but I eventually will.
A big part of my anxiety is that I might take up "too much space", that my behavior would be "too much", that I would be annoying, and ultimately that people would hate be and I'd be lonely. My anxiety sometimes blinds me and I can't tell who I can and can't trust. I see the word alone being used a lot when people use it to describe how they feel but I don't feel alone. The word alone in the dictionary reads "having no one present" and the work lonely in the dictionary reads "without companions; solitary; cut off from others". I believe that the word lonely fits the description of my feeling better than alone. I know that I enjoy my alone time - my space - but for a long time I couldn't tell the difference between the two.
The first time I ever really felt my anxiety was in middle school. My younger self was much more open and optimistic than I am now. I still had that child-like wonder and sense of safety; like nothing could ever go wrong. I wish that feeling never left. As it is for most people, middle school was horrible. I remember being eccentric, happy, and very talkative. This was a direct hit for those "mean girl clicks" everyone had encountered in middle school. At that time I never really understand how cruel the world could truly be. This was the moment I truly felt the anxiety click in, hearing people talk behind your back then be so loving and caring to your face.I won't say that I am a saint because I know that I have also had rude conversations behind peoples backs and I can say nothing eats me alive more then knowing how rude I was. I know that it is almost impossible to get people to not talk about you behind your back, it happens to everyone but this never stopped me from trying.
Those "mean girl clicks" used to talk about how I'm too loud, annoying, they hated my hair, the way I dressed, etc. And I can positively say this went on with me though my entire life. I started dressing in all black, I would speak unless spoken to, I would keep my opinion to myself unless cued otherwise; I did all of this and more just to try and keep the attention off of me. I would keep a book with me at all times so I didn't disrupt anyone so that wouldn't be annoying. I was so fearful of seeing self-centered, being too much to handle, annoying, egotistical, and entitled to how much damage I was doing to my self worth in the long run. I wanted to so anything to avoid being those words because I thought that it would earn me friends; I thought that it would finally make me worthy.
All of this is to say that this was of living followed me though my life. Anytime someone needed something I was the first to volunteer, I wanted to help everyone in every way I could, I wanted to be a natural friend of people. A neutral friend - someone who was like enough to keep around but not noticeable enough to be talked about behind their back. I did this with everyone I met at school, work, family, etc. With this my therapist has helped me open up more and I've gotten more comfortable with myself and the fact that it's okay for me to take up space. However, I am still very aware of how I am acting and how I might be perceived. I think three times about what I am going to say before I say it to make sure I don't say anything that can hurt someone. Does it still accidentally happen, yes, but I am always empathic about it and I always apologize.
I have been in a bit of a job switch recently and I am working with people much older than me and I have had a hard time with management. My most recent bosses and have rude, unforgiving, and disrespectful. Now I understand that not all jobs will be perfect and for the most part you just have to deal with it but as I've said above I take comments that are made to me seriously. I know this can be a bad thing to do but my anxiety had a tendency to pick it up and run with it. My employer makes the schedule on a monthly basis, I am a full-time employee, and for the past two months I have worked 20-25 days each month and now the new schedule (June) I am only scheduled to work for 11 days. With quick math working 11 days can't pay my car insurance let alone the car note. I was understandably, in my opinion, upset and I took it up with them the next day so that I was not speaking out of anger in the moment. When I brought it up to my employer the next morning they told me that 30% of my productivity can from them helping me and the other 70% came from me working alone. I was essentially told that my productivity level was too low and that if I wanted to work more then I need to "prove myself". This honestly stirred a lot of my past worried and anxieties about never be good enough and not being worthy. And while that's not what was explicitly said it is what my anxiety heard.
When I finally got home (I live with a relative) they asked me what was wrong and I had explained the situation with that and I that I felt like I was being productive and trying my hardest. They had brought up the idea that my productivity level might be the issue and when I asked further I was met with one of the more gut-wrenching comments I have ever had anyone say about me. They told me that I act entitled. I have been called many things but for be being called entitled, one of the very things I have tried so hard not to be, it completely broke me inside. I have entered a few inserts below about my "Being Entitled" search.
Entitled - Adjective - Google Definition
- Believing oneself to be inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment.
- Feeling that you have the right to do or have what you want without having to work for it or deserve it just because you are who you are.
- Demanding special treatment, expecting others to do things for you, not showing gratitude, and the need for constant adornment.
- You see your own interest more interesting than others. See your goal and desires to be more valid than others. You disregard rules that are intended for everyones comfort.
- In many cases, describing someone as entitled may be a criticism of their behavior or attitude, suggesting that they display a lack of humility or an unrealistic sense of self-importance.
They still never apologized and I truly don't think that they will. I've been dwelling on their comment about me being entitled everyday. And everyday it makes me more and more anxious, I've noticed myself being more secluded to avoid stepping on anyones toes. I think what I am looking for here is opinions that aren't mine or theirs. I know that was a lot to read but if you did I would appreciate some feedback. Do I seem entitled? Do I deserve an apology? How do I deal with something like this because I am completely lost.
Thank you for reading my word-vomit <3