How to write a testimonial letter

I’m in desperate need of advice. My f42 eldest sister f49 is diagnosed with cluster b personality disorder, major depression and bipolar disorder. (I’m sure there’s more, she has the mentality of a 12 year old)she’s ruined every big event in mine and most everyone else’s lives, our entire lives. Every time I’ve given birth, when I’ve been sick, my wedding day, every birthday, and recently, our dad’s death, she’s thrown major tantrums over perceived slights and thrown us all into utter misery. Her kids are turning into her mini mes and it’s all become too much for me.
she treated me and everyone around her, including mum and the poor funeral director like bits of dog shit stuck to her shoe. Threw a fit when mum said no to the casket she liked, what day of the week she thought the service should be etc. I made peace so we could have a funeral. She never comforted me nor our other sister and brother. Not one ounce of care was shown to any of us. She was like the widow. Mum had to comfort HER at her own husbands funeral.
She gets away with it because every time she blows up and we react, she runs crying to mum saying we dont love her, and says she might as well be with dad. Since dads passing, she has totally absorbed herself into mums life. Mums demeanour changes when she gets a text or phone call from her. Mum acts like a beaten down wife or a dog that’s been abused its whole life. I’ve done the whole letter writing thing listing all the shit things my sister has put me through my entire life. It just gets ignored and the bad behaviour continues because “she’s a human being and has feelings”. Every time she blows a fuse and we react, she runs crying to mum saying we’re the ones that are mean and wrong blah blah. Then I’m made to make peace with her. Till the next blow up.
I’ve recently told mum I can’t do it anymore. The straw that broke me, was the day my sister and I took mum for a drive to go see a puppy that she was thinking of getting. B sister calls her and demands to know where she is. Mum starts stuttering and acting like she’s a naughty child. She finally says she’s with other sister and I. (Other sister is already nc) She goes off her brain at mum saying she’s been excluded deliberately etc. and hangs up. We get back to mums and she’s a nervous wreck asking me “what do I tell her, how can I explain myself?” I tell her you have nothing to explain nor apologise for, you’re a grown woman and don’t need anyone permission to do anything! She calls my sister and all I hear is “please please! Let me explain! It wasn’t planned! It just happened! Please let me explain myself I’m sorry!”
And now I’m done. I won’t see my mum treated like that. I’m so sick of her getting away with it every time. I’ve blocked my sister and her family on everything and mum knows but of course is heartbroken and “just wants a happy family” which means me bowing down like I do every time.
But the guilt I’m feeling is relentless. I’m the youngest and have always copped the brunt of her behaviour and also made to be the peace keeper.
I’m now dreading calls or texts from mum because I keep getting the “I don’t want a fractured family” speech and guilt trip. How do I stop feeling bad? I’ve started thinking I should unblock her and play nice again for mums sake. I’m just so sick of her manipulating everything and everyone. If youve got this far, Any advice?

With the recent announcement of Genso Manège's localization, I wanted to share my thoughts on this game as it is one of my absolute favorite Otome games I've played, both when I discovered it two years ago and even now that I've played many more games since. It is both magical and whimsical, with an interesting and often quite thought-provoking plot, with a focus on one of my favorite themes, going for your dreams.
Despite the lighthearted presentation, this game deals with some serious topics in that all the characters have something to tackle from their past. I thought it struck the perfect balance, and with the enchanting theme, it never felt too heavy for me. It's also rare that I didn't dislike any of the love interests (though I definitely had my favorites). Everything about the story and aesthetics suited my tastes perfectly, and the experience of playing it was truly enchanting.
I have written my thoughts about all the love interests in hopes it may be helpful for those deciding on whether or not to purchase this game. All spoilers (except for the warnings that go in a little more detail) are light and don't delve too deeply into plot details, but they're flagged for those who want complete surprises in their games. A few routes have mild trigger warnings for those who want to be warned about potential topics. (Note: I haven't played any of the bad ends, but based on the routes' happy endings and the feel of the rest of the game, I imagine they'd just be a sad version of the happy ending rather than disturbing.)
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Overall Plot:
The plot centers around the heroine, Emma, who is secretly a witch who has lost both her powers as well as her childhood memories following a mysterious accident. Her life changes when she finds herself involved with the arrival of a traveling amusement park in her small historic French town, La Foire du Rêve—a place of magic, dreams, and a dark secret not only about the wondrous park but all the employees trapped there. Emma must reawaken her lost magic in hopes of freeing them, which will require her to recover her repressed memories and untangle the threads of her forgotten past...all while forging bonds with the employees trapped in Rêve.
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Love Interests (discussed in the order I played them):
* Crier ~ The love interest for all tsundere lovers! Though his take is a lighter version of that personality trope. His character is unique amongst the others trapped in La Foire du Rêve because he's the only worker who isn't kept bound to the amusement park by the curse, thus he can leave freely, yet remains at the park to be there for his trapped twin sister, Clara. As someone who also has a twin brother whom I'm very close to, I immediately felt an affinity for this tsundere and how protective he is of his sister.
His plot has Emma working as his performance assistant and has a slice-of-life feel that is quite sweet. His romance features the "fake relationship" trope, which I usually already enjoy but it was especially cute and amusing to watch it unfold with his tsundere personality; I found it ingenious to use this trope as an effective way to get this personality type into a relationship and I enjoyed every moment of it! In his route, we also got to better know his twin sister, Clara, whom Emma befriends in the common route.
Crier's conflict was more internal than plot-focused like some of the other routes. I really enjoyed this route's themes of Crier going for his dreams, healing from his guilt feeling he’s responsible for trapping his sister's soul in Rêve, and his realization that his purpose extends beyond his need to protect her to embrace his own passion for performing.
Crier was a delightful love interest to start out with as he and his route turned out to be quite sweet. His after-story of baking apple tarts together was one of my favorites. Other cute moments: braiding Emma's hair and gifting her a hair accessory. My only regret: there is no kiss CG! I have been robbed of seeing my tsundere boy actually expressing his affection! (Thankfully his other CGs make up for it in cuteness. On that note, all of the art in this game is just lovely.)
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* Lyon ~ This tender boy is Rêve's mascot. The nature of the magic trapping him works similarly to the concept found in the tale Swan Lake—he's a bunny by day and a handsome boy at night. He turned out to truly be such a precious cinnamon bun who adores picture books. I absolutely adored this sweetheart so much and wanted to protect him!
I loved how he and Emma bonded with their shared forgotten memory and later the secrets they protected for one another, as well as how supportive Emma was in helping him restore his memories. Their relationship development was so incredibly sweet, filled with star gazing, reading books together, and Emma supporting his aspirations to go for his dreams to create his own picture book before his soul is released from Rêve; as an avid reader and author myself, I particularly resonated with this theme, as well as his writing dreams.
Warning: his route took a tragic turn and his ending was perhaps the most bittersweet. (Specific spoiler details for those who don't like to enter sadder routes blindly: we discover that Lyon has already died and Emma must deal with the heartache of having already lost her newly discovered love as she tries to make his last week of "life" memorable...as well as her desperation to sacrifice everything—even her memory—in an effort to save him.)
Despite the emotions this route rendered on my heart, Lyon is adorable and precious, with a story filled with many tender moments. He is definitely one of my favorites.
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* Serge ~ A rather serious character whose moments of gruffness made me wonder whether I'd like him. While he ended up being my least favorite love interest in the game, I did not dislike him by any means and grew to even like him as his story unfolded, especially the more we came to discover his hidden soft side and his awkward uncertainty about how to treat women.
He and Emma grow closer as she helps tend to his mechanical parts that he received after being rescued from an accident. I did find it interesting learning about the circumstances that led him to end up in Rêve, but halfway through the plot began dealing with the Hameln Incident and suspicions of the strange disappearances being tied to the amusement park, which made it filled with a lot of drama. However, for those who like more plot-heavy stories where the heroine and hero must work together to overcome the events stacked against them, I think his plot will likely be quite enjoyable. Cute moments: Serge's piano playing and the theme of roses; I really enjoyed the “language of flowers” theme for their romance.
Trigger Warning Concerning Certain Plot Events: Serge's route featured a witch hunt that took the form of human trafficking where women were captured for their magic (though there were thankfully no indications of sexual enslavement). The route also features torture (off-screen), an unjust arrest, multiple instances of capture, and betrayal. However, none of these triggers were performed by the love interest, only by the route's villain.
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* Luciole ~ He was a surprise for me. He didn't capture my interest in the common route, but I ended up liking him and his route much more than I thought I would. He is a sweet, quiet loner mechanic whose background causes him to be bitter towards magic and anyone associated with it...which includes our heroine, Emma. As such, he is against the goal of freeing Rêve, which makes for an interesting dynamic for the romance.
Their romance had a really sweet progression, beginning with him softening as Emma cooks for him, then throughletter correspondence—a trope I don't think I've seen in an Otome before but which was adorable, especially for an introvert love interest—then in Luciole tutoring Emma in mechanics to help her strengthen her powers. It was all very organic and satisfying. Cute moments: Luciole's cute protectiveness and his efforts to nurse her back to health, a nice contrast to the bitterness he had displayed at the beginning of the route.
I related to Luciole's personality and really felt for his tragic backstory. Trigger Warning: his mother was subject to persecution because of her powers as a witch, which led her to commit suicide. The details are kept at a minimum, but it is clear what happened. Similarly, this plot deals with the persecution Emma faces in Luciole’s hometown when she saves someone with her magic and is exposed as a witch, as well as her efforts to improve her magic through training she receives from the witch friend of Luciole’s mother.
I did have a minor complaint about this route in that we never really found out about why Luciole's soul was trapped in Rêve while we learned about this in all the other love interests' routes, at least in the good ending (again, I don't play bad endings, so perhaps this loose thread was resolved there.)
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* Hugo ~ The love interest who may arguably be the game's poster boy, and as expected I adored him and his route. There were so many things I loved about it—the magical training focus and learning more about how it works in this world, Emma's gradually returning memories from her childhood, the friendship that was the foundation of their relationship, and their shared dream to create the “Starlights” to illuminate Rêve. Cute moments: riding the carousel together under the “starlights”, as well as their cuddling at night in his tent.
Because of their background, the romance with Hugo had more context than most of the love interests, making their relationship progress naturally.
As expected of locked routes, his story was quite plot-focused and mostly centered on how his soul got captured, as well as revelations about Emma's own forgotten memories. Potential Warning: his route also deals with him being secretive and a little deceitful "for her protection", which might be off-putting for some. But overall he is a very kind and gentle man, with good intentions, and I still loved their romance. Their ending was a little bittersweet, even as the element of "sacrificing something precious for a love that is even more precious" was also quite powerful.
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* Arnaud ~ The locked route with all the reveals concerning Emma's past. I fell in love with Arnaud the moment I met him so was quite excited to finally play his route, especially as this dear boy was the “wingman” in all the other routes—his constant loyalty in his friendship, protectiveness, and support as Emma found love outside of himself meant he fully deserved to finally have his own happy ending where he finally gets the girl!
I quite like the childhood friend trope and a love interest who is very loyal and devoted no matter what comes, so Arnaud's route was very satisfying to me. I also knew that we were in for quite a wild ride when the tender romantic moments and love confession happened so early in the route...and I was right! This route was quite the ride! There are many twists and turns as Emma finds herself in quite the predicament, and Arnaud is forced to make some difficult decisions for her sake that make him appear not to be on her side.
Potential Trigger Warning: >!Emma is captured so that her powers can be abused, and Arnaud is forced to work with her captors in order to do his best to help her, which makes it appear like he betrayed her for part of the route.!< However no matter what comes, his love and devotion hold true, and his friendship and care with Emma allow them to develop a very satisfying romance. His epilogue was perhaps my favorite (and the most spicy, though I use that term loosely as it is mild; overall this isn't a spicy game by any means).
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Love Interest Ranking (very difficult to determine as the love interests were truly all likable in their own way): Arnaud > Hugo = Lyon > Crier > Luciole > Serge
Route Ranking: Arnaud = Hugo > Lyon > Crier > Luciole > Serge
Note that the game also features a "Grand Ending" that ties everyone's stories together.

My lyrics meaning: A man who obsesses over a women he loves.
throwing down drinks while im just tryna picture us rolling down holding hands and yet, I still have to live it up. Love is what's useless now until im noticed. Can't waste time wake up to the rain from the sky. crossing roads empty streets to hide the realness. this is when it hits me write a letter for you. today you'll feel how bad can it build my love i got your heart is mine. I waste my time ensure it's all right Ill try to find the world your mine. Feeling down it's alright wrote a letter it's for you. Granted its not too hard I can't believe it has come to this. ???? I cant even make anything out of this sentence maybe ill figure it out later. love is never truley dead but sometimes its hard to find. Today you'll feel how bad can it build my love i got your heart is mine. I waste my time ensure it's all right Ill try to find the world your mine. Today you'll feel how bad can it build my love i got your heart is mine. I waste my time ensure it's all right Ill try to find the place thats mine.
I just looked at other people's lyrics and realized my lyrics are WAY different.
Idk if this would help the search but i spent way too long on this so idrc.

About 15 years ago I applied to be IT Analyst Manager for a medium size city, about 200k people. I had a panel interview and I will never for the rest of my life forget what happened next. I introduced myself and after a brief small talk, then they kind of quizzed me in my knowledge of the field which I aced, then we began to the first analyst type questions.
The question was "how much would it cost to develop a billing system for the city and how long would it take to implement?" . I sat for a few seconds and said "I.. I think I need more context for the requirements.." and she said "there are no more requirements. We need a billing system , how much would it cost and how long would it take to implement?" ... I was silent for a few seconds and I said again, "I think i need more information. How big is the system? What departments would use it?" And she got annoyed, and the other 4 people in the panel had a look of annoyance. "Okay.. let's see it's just the parks and recreation division. We need a billing system implemented. How much woukd it cost and how long would it take to implement?". I was stunned. I had been an IT manager for about a year, developer for 6. I didn't know what to say. How do you ask for something so vague without any kind of requirements."I don't think I can answer that question... I would need more requirements" , angrily she said "you can't answer that question? You can't even just guess how much it would cost and how long it would take?" And I said "I'm not going to guess. I need more requirements before I can even come close to answering that". I stood my ground. What kind of city wants a question with NO details to be answered like that? Any answer would just be a ridiculous grab out of thin air!. They all got PISSED. Then she said "well if you're not going to answer the question then we'll just continue" and she asked me one more question about how long I've been living here or something, then said "okay we're done. Thanks. The exit door is on the right".
This room had one entrance door and one exit door for some reason. Anyways, here I am, 15 years later, still wondering what it was exactly I was supposed to say.. who knows an answer like that? I've even contemplating writing a letter to the city and just asking them what I was supposed to say. The answer could be a million dollars the answer could be 10 million dollars. The implementation could be weeks or months depending on the existing infrastructure. Does someone here have what they think could have been the right answer ?
Needless to say I didn't get the job lol.

Everyone in town is meeting at the saloon to listen to Lucas' radio "Easter Address." Rosemary suggests hypnotizing Lucas to see if he remembers who shot him, but Mei comments that hypnosis is unreliable. Lucas starts his address, announcing that Easter is a time for new beginnings (Elizabeth sneaks a quick look at Nathan, who glances back), the building of 1,000 new homes and apartments in Cape Fullerton, and that they are accepting bids to build a big resort in Hope Valley. Everyone claps enthusiastically. He finishes the address (must be the shortest address of any governor anywhere) announcing a new tradition: the Annual Easter Egg Hunt. More clapping.
As Elizabeth, Rosemary and Lee congratulate Lucas, Bill wanders over to Nathan and observes that Lucas and Elizabeth are being "very adult" about "things" (well, they are in the 30s, what do you expect?). Nathan's response, as he watches Elizabeth and Lucas talking, is a tight "I see that." Bill comments that things would be easier for Nathan if Lucas stayed in Capital City, but Nathan shrugs it off, saying, "It doesn't make any difference to me" -- while watching Elizabeth like a hawk. Elizabeth turns and smiles at him casually, and he puts a smile on his face, but then she turns away.
Afterwards, Nathan and Elizabeth are discussing the Easter Egg hunt -- apparently Lucas had some grandiose ideas, including having Edwin dress up as the Easter Bunny, but she had talked Lucas out of it. Nathan playfully chides her, "Oh, you're no fun!" to which Elizabeth protests that she is "lots of fun!" but that it's her job to remind Lucas to "keep things simple" (her job? Thought she was a teacher . . .) Nathan calls her out on it -- "So, he gave you an actual job?". to which Elizabeth responds, "Well, self-appointed . . . " Nathan thanks her for taking on the project, but observes she's going the wrong way to school. She's tells him that she's stopping by to pick up Little Jack from daycare so he can go dye Easter Eggs with the class -- Little Jack has expressed a wish to go to school, and reminds his mom that he will be starting school next year. Nathan offers to help with the hunt, and Elizabeth allows as how 'that would be nice . . . " but apparently can't think of anything else to say, except a weird, awkward laugh, and she hurries off.
Lucas is trying to round up a delegation to go talk to the mayor of Benson Hills about the land that was sold for the resort. He asks Bill to go, as acting mayor, but he refuses, but them remembers that Mike is the actual mayor. Mike refuses, because it appears that his overbearing sister, Maisie, is the mayor of Benson Hills and, as he readily admits to Lucas' teasing that he's afraid of her: "Yes! Yes, I am!" But in the end, Mike agrees to go with Lee riding shotgun.
At school, Elizabeth has to leave Jack for a moment to referee a squabble. Afterwards, Jack said he liked school, but it seemed like she was everyone's mom. Elizabeth reassures her that she may be everyone's teacher, but she is only his mother. Faith and Lily going them on their way back to daycare, and Faith tells Elizabeth she's never had so much fun.
Rosemary and Bill mull over evidence from the shooting, and notice the purported shooter's fingerprints only appear in one small spot of the gun. Their theory is that the shooter was framed --or is taking the fall for someone.
A woman (Juliette) pulls up in front of the saloon in a very expensive car and steps out. Bill is there, and scolds her tat she can't park there. She replies that she's a friend of the owner, so surely it will be ok. Lee corrects her that Lee is now the owner, but she dismisses his scolding with an airy "Well, I am behind the times, aren't I?' and sweeps past Bill into the salon, leaving him speechless. He follows her, trying to coax more information about her, but she easily avoids his questioning. Mike checks her in. and mispronounces her last name, and she corrects him: "Jeannette Aucoin". Bill remembers that he's heard the name -- "the Old widow Aucoin? Lucas' friend?" Jeannette smiles archly and say, "Well, I'm not sure I'd use those words!" At that point, Lucas walks up, incredulous: "Jeannette?" and invites her into his office, leaving Lee, Bill and Mike staring after her in fascination.
Lucas comments, accusingly, that she didn't tell him that she was coming, and she murmured "It was a surprise,", to which he disagrees, saying the only surprises he likes are the ones that he does. At first she tells him that she was expecting an invitation to his wedding with the 'cute schoolteacher" that was in the papers. but never received one . . . "Oh, oops, it was called off!" she adds coyly. He mutters that she should keep Elizabeth's name out of "this” We learn that she had been an information for the The Treasury (whatever that means), but she swears she’s gone straight, and is representing some investors in Cape Fullerton who want to bid for the resort. He tries to get her to leave, but she refuses, showing him her hotel key.
Elizabeth stops by the saloon to discuss Lucas’ insistence on providing chocolate bunny candy to the children at the Easter egg hunt. She sees Mike and asks if Lucas is available. Over he shoulder, Mike sees Lucas and Jeannette coming out of the office. Lucas sees Elizabeth and gives Mike a slight shake of the head, and Mike proceeds to distract Elizabeth with awkward observations about chocolate and what it has to do with Easter. Puzzled, Elizabeth agrees, but then begins to turn towards Lucas’ office. Manfully, Mike throws himself into the task of distracting her, as Lucas arranges for Jeannette’s luggage to be carried to her room and watches her ascend the stairs. As Elizabeth begins to leave, Lucas calls her name, and they begin to discuss chocolate bunnies, as he reassures her that he has already ordered the candies. Elizabeth objects to the large bunnies, and suggests that the children will be just fine with smaller bunnies. With anxious glances over his shoulder, Lucas agrees to change the order. Elizabeth asks him why he is looking so nervous, as Mike looks on (obviously curious as to Lucas’ answer!) and Lucas replies that he’s just very busy (eyes darting back and forth.) Elizabeth doesn’t press it, and bids him goodbye, telling him that she’ll see him at the egg hunt. As she leaves, Mike asks Lucas “Who WAS that . . .?” but Lucas cuts him off and tells him to tell anyone else that he is “unavailable.”
Minnie gives Joseph a sandwich for lunch, as they joke that the Bible class he is teaching has a lot of arguments. Angela observes that “Mrs Thornton said that every argument can be settled when people listen,” which Joseph readily agrees to, and then Cooper asks “Have you ever listened to your brother?” to which Joseph responds that Jacob doesn’t speak to him.
Mike and Lee are waiting for Maisie to arrive, as Lee remarks that Mike seems nervous. Maisi is escorted in by Edwin, and immediately launches into Mike, telling him “How many times have I told you that blue simply washes you out?” Mike laughs nervously and said, “Oh, about 150 million!” as he quickly embraces her. She looks over his shoulder and spots Lee, who introduces himself. She raises an eyebrow at Mike and says “Afraid to take me on by yourself, Michael?” Seated around a table, Maisie declares that the access road is on the Benson Hills side, “of course” and Mike says, “So, you’ll get ALL the tourists?” “Of course!’ she responds matter-of-factly. Mike says she can’t just declare it – the meeting is meant to be a negotiation, and suggests that they build two roads. Maisie declares that “This is NON-negotiable.” Mike is deflated, and Lee, listening to the back-and-forth, suggests coming back to the roads, and talk about the resort. “The resort will be known as the Benson Hills Resort,” Maisie declares with finality. Mike and Lee protest, pointing out that the resort is on Hope Valley land. Maisie says that they can’t possibly expect her to agree to her naming of the resort, and she says that she thinks the meeting is a complete waste of her time. Lee implores Mike “she’s your sister, YOU deal with her!’ but Mike sits back and says, “Oh, she’s going easy on us.” Maisie points out that the meeting is a waste of time because no one is considering the downside of the resort. Lee asks her what the downside is, and she responds “Who’s to say that this won’t become a magnet for undesirables? And rum-runners?” All three men snort in disbelief, as Edwin declares “This resort is for families!” Maisie points that that another nearby resort promised the same thing, “and look what happened there! A decent person can’t walk down the street in safety anymore!” She demands to know what guarantees they can offer that it won’t happen here. All three men look at each other, but no one can respond. Edwin suggests taking a break for the evening. “Or the week,” mutters Mike. “Or the year!” declares Lee, glaring at Maisie.
Cooper is writing a letter to their Uncle Jacob with Allie. Angela observes that Uncle Jacob probably doesn’t even know who they are, but Cooper says he is writing it pretending to be Joseph. Allie declares that her dad would be so mad if she did that, and Angela agrees,, but Cooper observes, “What the worst that can happen? They aren’t talking to each other anyway.” Allie warns him that his dad might stop talking to him.
That evening, as he is rubbing her feet, Lee tells Rosemary that Jeannette has arrived at the saloon. Rosemary doesn’t quite remember, and he reminds her of when Elizabeth was held hostage by Amos at the saloon – Jeannette had called Lucas to warn him about Amos. “She’s an old widow that Lucas helped out of a jam, isn’t she?” Lee rolls his eyes and tells Rosemary that Jeannette is anything but a helpless old lady. “She could be a screen siren!’ he says, to which Rosemary declares indignantly that SHE is the local”screen siren.” Lee hastily explains that Jeannette could be an actress, but Rosemary would always be the leading lady. Rosemary scoffs, but is pleased by the comparison. She observes that Lucas has not been entirely honest about his background – and she needs to talk to Elizabeth immediately! Lee reminds her that it’s the middle of the night and she’s wearing her nightgown. “What has that ever stopped me?” she asks, but he notes that Elizabeth is probably asleep and Little Jack certainly is. Rosemary relents.
Maisie stops by the pharmacy and is greeted by Mei. She orders an ice cream, and Mei is making conversation asking if Maisie is in town for the egg hunt. Maisie observes that Mei obviously knows all of the town folk if she can spot a stranger that quickly and complements her. Mike walks in, sees Maisie, and demands to know what she is doing there. Mei, confused, tells him “This is a customer!’ “No, she’s not!” he retorts, and Maisie introduces herself to Mei, who suddenly understands Mike’s abruptness. Mike puts two and two together and realizes that his mother has asked Maisie to check out Mike’s new girlfriend while she’s in town. Mei is rather pleased that Mike has told his mother about her. As Michael grasps her hand, Maisie tells Mike that he really should take Mei to meet their mother.
Nathan is helping Elizabeth hide Easter eggs. She says that she was good at hunting Easter eggs, but always shared (I wonder if her sisters remember it the same way . . . ) Nathan hides an egg high up in a trellis, and Elizabeth protests that it is too high for the little ones. Nathan things about it for a moment, then looks at Elizabeth and declares, “I think if someone wants something badly enough, they will find a way to get it.” (ooooh, double-entendre time . . . ). Elizabeth thinks about it for a moment, then replies, “What if there’s a chance they could get hurt?” (more double entendres . . . ) Nathan, matter-of-factly, answers her with “Well, I guess they just have to decide if it’s worth it or not.” Elizabeth avoids answering, and states “Well, a chocolate egg definitely isn’t worth it!” as she reaches for an empty bucket to stand on to retrieve the egg. In a completely silly and obvious-from-a- mile-away-maneuver, she reaches for the egg as Nathan warns her to be careful, and then slips off the bucket into his arms. Close embrace, wide eyes – and then they hear Allie calling and break away, flustered. Allie sees them standing close together, awkwardly, and asks when the egg hunt will start. “Soon!” they both assure her, as she gives them A Look and walks away. Elizabeth walks away, too, but Nathan replaces the egg high in the trellis.
Jeannette greets Lucas, who is reading the Valley Voice at breakfast, with a cheerful “Allo, cherie!” He suggests she should leave, but she refuses. He’s not interested in her investors. She protests that the are legitimate, but he insists that the hotel will be aboveboard, and that he’s changed – he’s not like her. “I’ve told you – I’ve changed, too” she says, leaning across the table just as Rosemary bustles into the saloon and to Lucas’ dismay, introduces herself to Jeannette, telling her that she’s become “quite the local legend around here!” “Have I?” Jeannette drawls. “What on earth have you been telling people about me?” she asks Lucas, who denies saying anything and tries to shoo Rosemary away. Rosemary stands her ground, stares at Jeannette, then turns to Lucas, asking, “You haven’t seen . . Elizabeth . . have you?” Jeannette is fascinated. “No, I have not,” responds Lucas politely, as Rosemary leaves. “Elizabeth? She’s the schoolteacher, isn’t she? Your erstwhile fiancee’? Jeannette observes. Lucas tells her that’s none of her concern, and that she should submit a bid, if she must, and then she can be on her way.
Rosemary hurries to tell Elizabeth that Jeannette Aucoin is in town to visit Lucas, but is cut short when children begin arriving for the Easter egg hunt. Lucas comes out to officially start the egg hunt, and as the kids scurry away, Elizabeth asks him if there is anything she should know about. Lucas tells her, “No, I don’t think so,” and keeps moving.
Mike is in the pharmacy, apologizing for his sister spying on Mei, but Mei tells him that she is flattered. Mike tells her that Maisie really likes her, but she makes him feel incompetent. Mei takes his coat lapels and tells him, firmly, that he is brilliant, capable and handsome – and they finally get their kiss.
Nathan is helping Little Jack hunt for eggs, as Elizabeth watches from afar. Picture perfect Hallmark moment.
Lucas is accompanying Jeannette out of the saloon, given her a receipt for her bid, ,and will let her know as soon as her investors pass a background check. She looks at him reproachfully and tells him that she still cares, “I am no longer living that life. Thank you for your bid, Miss Aucoin,” as he pointedly opens her car door for her. Silently, she glares at him, gets in and drives away – but stops in the middle of the street when she spies Elizabeth. She gets out and approaches Elizabeth, but Lucas can’t get to her quickly enough to stop her from introducing herself to a surprised Elizabeth. “We have something in common – you see, I was once engaged to Lucas Bouchard, too.” Elizabeth just smiles and says it is nice to meet her as she quickly looks at Lucas, who seems to be living a nightmare. Jeannette casually walks up to him and tells him goodbye, leaving forward to kiss him as he hastily turns his head away. Jeannette hops back in the car to leave, and Elizabeth, with a half-smile on her face, turns to Lucas. “Poor widow Jennette?” she asks with a grin. Nathan and Allie come around the corner just in time to see them in conversation as Elizabeth continues to question Lucas: “This is why you’ve been acting so strange? You didn’t want us to meet?” The children are returning from the hunt and are surrounding them as they talk. Lucas declares the hunt over
Rosemary and Elizabeth walk together after the egg hunt, and Rosemary observes that Elizabeth is taking “it” very well. Elizabeth wonders why Lucas never told her the truth about Jeannette, and Rosemary tells her it’s because he had her on a pedestal and didn’t want her to think badly of him. Elizabeth retorts that she doesn’t want to be on a pedestal, she likes her feet firmly on the ground. Rosemary asks if she isn’t glad to know about Jeannette, so she doesn’t have to worry about having broken Lucas’ heart. “His heart is a lot more resilient than that!’ Elizabeth declares.
Elizabeth comes down the stairs gingerly, listening to make sure Little Jack is asleep. She breathes a sigh of relief, but there a knock at the door: Nathan. He offers her the chocolate egg he hid, and told her that she was right, it was too hard for the kids to find, so he brought it to her, who had risked life and limb for it. She takes the egg gingerly, giggling, and their hands brush together. Holding the egg, she looks at him and tells him, “I guess sometimes the chocolate egg is worth the risk.” Nathan then brings up Jeannette, and Elizabeth admits that she was a little shocked. Nathan said he felt a little bad for Lucas “being caught out like that in front of everybody.” Suddenly Little Jack calls “Mama!” and the conversation stops as Elizabeth returns inside.
Back at the saloon, Lucas is reviewing Jeannette’s bid, and finds a picture of the two of them that she has slipped into the file. He sighs.

[AZ]
For the first one, me and my roommate were cleaning the other day and found that behind the washer, the entire wall is covered in these light grayish spots, we think it is mold since it looks like it and the washedryer room gets pretty humid when drying close, and there was a past water leak that was fixed but not cleaned since maintenance said it was fine. So we take pictures and put in a maintenance request to have it looked at that night and we also print out a letter stating that its there, sign it and give it to the front office (because mold is bad and we want our asses covered). So my landlord calls me and says that they didn't find mold and that it was just lint on the walls. I said I disagree because while yes there is lint in that room, but it looks completely different. Lint does not gather in small near perfect circles sporadically while leaving clear spaces in between. I wasn't home when they checked this, but when I got back it turns out they scraped a good chunk of it off the wall. So far I have before and after pictures of the mold, and i have it in writing that they think that its just lint. Is there any advice I should take in case this develops further or should I do anything to cover my ass? (Also a kind of important note, this was discovered last night by me and my roommate, but with how much it has grown it has been there for a while. But we had our quarterly apartment inspection roughly 2 weeks ago and there was no note made of it.)
As for the second thing, there was a construction crew working on the pool and they used a water spout outside of my room. That leaked into my room and my neighbors room from the corner of our room. This happened yesterday morning, and again this morning even after i notified the office of it yesterday. The wetted area was roughly the size of a quarter of a 3 foot radius circle. It will be 36 hours after the initial wetting here in a few hours and I am concerned about mold growth due to an internal leak (the spout leaked in the walls and came through the baseboards). The office checked it today with a moisture meter and said the walls are fine, but I checked with my moisture meter and the baseboards are reading red. They also put in a blower in my room to dry the carpet, but at this point i am worried about microbial growth being blown around the rest of my room. Any advice on this situation?

I love my girlfriend. And I trust her and know that she loves me. I’m 18M and she’s 17F She literally perfect, the problem is I’m not and I’ve never been. I decided to watch the program on Netflix with her and I was planning on gradually telling her some of my experiences of being in a “school” like that. Or even telling her my experiences in wilderness therapy which were fucked to say the least. Like I said I know I trust her, I just can’t bring myself to seem vulnerable in front of her, I’m not sure if it’s cause I’ve put up to many walls Or maybe I have a fucked yo sense of masculinity. All I know is I want to tell her. Like physically tell her not write a letter because a letter seems like the wrong way to go about this. I’ve been out of the TTI basically two years now and I really like my girlfriend and I want to tell her. If anyone has told their partner please tell me how you did it.
Sorry for rambling. TLDR I’m unable to tell my girlfriend that I ent thru fucked up shit in the TTI but I really want to tell her.

So I’ve been working as a DA at this office for a few months now and I asked the Dr for a recommendation letter and she told me to write it myself and that she’ll sign it. Idk how I feel about this….like I don’t even know how it’s supposed to be written or anything…. Any ideas/help would be appreciated

I'm 17 and living with my 10 yr old brother, mother and her boyfriend in an apartment in his name.
Exposition I guess Two years ago around my sweet sixteen, my parents got into a fight resulting in my father abusing my mother. Cops were called and the next day my dad was arrested. We moved out of the house and into my grandma's. My mother goes to court for our custody many times but it results in needing to attend visits with him for some kind of proof that we don't fuck with him even though we've stated so before. Visits have been over by I think my mother is still in some process with the divorce or custody or something because of her concerns.
Near the end of the summer before junior year my mom would disappear somewhere during the night and come back in the morning. Turns out she was going to her boyfriend's and eventually moved our stuff into there.
As a first impression he seemed nice. He made my mom smile, he helped me buy a nintendo switch. He would tell stories of my mom in highschool. Everything seemed alright for a year despite sharing a room with my brother.
(Sa descriptions) It got weird in 2023. My junior year was ending and he started trying to get me to kiss him. First he was just talking about first kisses and what not and I made it clear already had mine so he doesn't need to talk to me about it. But it became him trying to teach me how to really kiss and him bugging me until I let him. He like slobbered on my mouth it was disgusting. It kept happening and getting worse. He started trying to perform oral sex on me and again he wouldn't stop until I let him. I thought the one time would be enough but he didn't stop. It turned into forced penetration around my birthday probably to save his ass (age of consent 17 in my state) even though oral sex and groping is still rape. It kept going because he offered money or disguised it as a massage or talk. Even when I told him to stop and that I would tell my mom he would only stop for a week or so before starting again. What really fucked me up was when he secluded me in a strangers house and refused to let me go and put my clothes back on until I stopped crying. (End of sa descriptions)
I eventually mustered up the courage to tell my best friend and telling her I was gonna tell my mom. She was encouraging and said she was there for me. That night I told my mom he had sex with me and she broke down yelling at him. He tried to say it didn't happen--then that it only happened a few times--then that I seduced him. Grossed me tf out and I was afraid she would believe him. That night and the next kinda mix in my head but- The next day she still has him take me to school and back (??) I come home, lock the door and when she calls me I tell her I'm uncomfortable. She asks why I don't want him to take me to school and back and I say: " because he raped me?" But she responds: " you didn't say that, you said you had sex". I'm kinda dumbfounded she isn't connecting two and two but also wonder why I didn't say 'rape'. So I just tell her "because I didn't want to use that word". I guess I just didn't want to admit I let that happen to me.
We end up talking about it again (with him for some reason) and I am fighting to make it clear I was raped and don't want him near me. I'm pulling up notes I took during the abuse and trying my best. But he still isn't taking any blame. Eventually I believe my mom threatens the relationship or something because he comes out says he's sorry and proposes a deal where if don't tell anyone he'll never do it again. I'm pissed off and don't care about his pleading but then my mom comes behind him supporting this "deal" and I turn away because whatthefuck why would I agree to that?
At some point later I'm alone with her in the car and I explain AGAIN that I don't want him near me into tears and she finally hugs me saying she'll figure something out. For like a month she makes it so I don't have to see him. She takes me to school and he isn't around the house, at least when I'm there. But eventually he slowly integrates back.
---Weird interjection but sometime between this time my friend tells a school social worker about my rape (before he disappears) and a report is filed which gets to my mom. She is stressed because she is still in court for our dad and feels the oposing defense will use this against her. So when cps appears she tells me to lie. So I do because I feel bad and am scared of what would happen to my mom and brother---
I don't question it for a while because I'm in shock that he's back and mom & rapist are pretending nothing happened. I'm approached by CPS again at school this time and I decided to tell the truth. My mom hears about when she's contacted and scolds me for telling my friend before her and telling the lady the truth. I express that I feel like she's protecting him and she tells me he's gone and slowly moving stuff out. So again he disappears, this time she tells him not to talk to me when he is around as I asked. But he slowly comes back again. Dammit.
This time (just a few months ago) he's back for good. I'm refusing to talk to him at first but give up because my mom is guilting me.
Suddenly CAC comes to my school and asks me to talk to them. They seem nicer than the CPS lady. I feel they could help me even if I pursue legal stuff later. I end up telling them everything except that: -hes still living with me -my mom is still dating him -my mom told me to lie I make sure to say I don't want my mom involved. Half coz I feel bad and half coz she'll know too quickly and protect him probably.
I'm offered an exam and someone to talk to which was nice. I'm secretly giving them evidence from time to time until my mom finds a voicemail while borrowing my phone. This results in a lengthy argument where I admit I told them things but nothing about her.
i ask her if she really sides with my abuser over me. she says she loves him and I can't dictate how she feels just like how she can't dictate me being gay (no idea why she's comparing the two kk). I snap at her for comparing my sexuality to a rapist and she fucking admits to me that she was protecting him because she LOVES him and that their getting MARRIED.
Im speechless but have nothing else to do, so I just do what she says. She makes me write a letter saying that I lied about being raped that she got rasterised (??) She allowed my phone for 24 hours before it gets taken away and I have to buy a new one so I use that time saving passwords and numbers. I bought a Motorola phone at Walmart and basically started clean.
Just about a week ago the dcfs ppl came back to my school to take me to the exam I consented to. They were asking where i'd been but I just told them I got a new phone. I didn't say much (the exam went well, I'm healthy. They also gave me gifts)
I sit here now really conflicted. I wish I couldve just had a good relationship with my mom after the divorce but she's obviously not well or something. I'm hurting all the time (mentally) and want my abuser brought to justice, but my mom would probably be arrested and where would my brother go?
Having all this power to ruin my families lives is ruining me and I feel selfish for even wanting him to be brought to justice. I'm nearing my graduation,prom,etc which I know my mom is excited for and getting me ready. It just feels so wrong that after or maybe before all of that I might break her heart forever and ruin my brothers formative years.
I am in contact with the dcfs people and I'm so scared to tell them I've been lying as well. It's all just too much. What are my options? Should I completely trust dcfs? Am I completely fucked?

Elsewhere a person selectively quoted Warren Parrish in an attempt to defend Joseph Smith's false translations from being factually labelled FALSE:

I have set by his side and penned down the translation of the Egyptian Hieroglyphicks as he claimed to receive it by direct inspiration of Heaven.

But they did NOT quote the whole letter and used it (100% DISHONESTLY) as a faith building testimony.
This is a despicable and dishonest action being taken. To prove so and expose the continued and ne'er ending dishonesty of mormon apologetics and its practitioners, I quote the whole letter (below)
If Warren Parrish should be quoted, then by Mormon God, quote him fully and in context.

KIRTLAND, Feb. 5, 1838.
To the EDITOR of the PAINESVILLE REPUBLICAN:
SIR: -- I have taken the liberty to send you a synopsis of some of the leading features of the characters of Joseph Smith, Jr., and Sydney Rigdon, who are styled leaders of the Mormon Church, and if you are disposed, and think it would be of service to the public, you are at liberty to publish it. I have for several years past been a member of the Church of Latter day Saints, commonly called Mormon, belonging to the quorum of seventy High Priests, and an intimate acquaintance of Joseph Smith, Jr., and Sydney Rigdon, the modern Prophets, and have had an opportunity of ascertaining to as great an extent, perhaps the real characters of these men, as any other individual. I have been Smith's private Secretary, called to fill this high and responsible station by revelation which I wrote myself as it dropped from the lips of the Prophet, and although contrary to my natural inclinations, I submitted to it, fearing to disobey or treat lightly the commands of the Almighty. I have kept his Journal, and, like Baram [sic, Baruch?], the ancient scribe, have had the honor of writing the History of one of the Prophets. -- I have attended him in the private Councils, in the secret chambers and in public exhibition. -- I have performed a pilgrimage with him, (not to Mecca,) but to Missouri, a distance of 1000 miles, for the redemption of Zion, in company with about two hundred others, called the camp of Israel. When we arrived in Clay County adjoining Jackson County, Mo., in which Zion was located by revelation, and from which our brethren had been driven, we were informed through the Prophet that God had revealed to us that we need not cross over and fight as we had expected, but that God had accepted our sacrifice as he did that of Abraham, ours being equal to his when he offered up his Son. Therefore, we were sealed up unto eternal life in the name of Jesus Christ, as a reward for our suffering and obedience. I have set by his side and penned down the translation of the Egyptian Hieroglyphicks as he claimed to receive it by direct inspiration of Heaven. I have listened to him with feelings of no ordinary kind, when he declared that the audible voice of God, instructed him to establish a Banking-Anti Banking institution, which like Aaron's rod should swallow up all other Banks (the Bank of Monroe excepted,) and grow and flourish and spread from the rivers to the ends of the earth, and survive when all others should be laid in ruins. I have been astonished to hear him declare that we had 60,000 Dollars in specie in our vaults, and $600,000 at our command, when we had not to exceed $6,000 and could not command any more; also that we had but about ten thousand Dollars of our bills in circulation, when he, as Cashier of the institution, knew that there was at least $150,000. Knowing their extreme poverty when they commenced this speculation, I have been not a little surprised to hear them assert that they were worth from three to four hundred thousand Dollars Cash, and in less than ninety days after, became insolvent without any change in their business affairs. But such has been the audacity of these boasting blasphemers, that they have assumed the authority to curse, or to bless, to damn, or to save, not only this Church but this entire generation, and that they hold their destinies in this world and that which is to come. And such has been their influence over this Church in this place, that they have filched the monies from their pockets and obtained their earthly substance for the purpose of establishing a Bank and various wild speculations, in order that they might aggrandize themselves and families, until they have reduced their followers to wretchedness and want. For the year past their lives have been one continued scene of lying, deception, and fraud, and that too, in the name of God. But this I can account for in my own mind, having a knowledge of their private characters and sentiments, I believe them to be confirmed Infidels, who have not the fear of God before their eyes, notwithstanding their high pretensions to holiness, and frequent correspondence with the Angels of Heaven, and the revelations of Jesus Christ by the power of the Holy Ghost. What avails the claims of such men to holiness of heart, when their examples do violence to the system of morality, to say nothing about religion? What more favorable idea, can one entertain who has heard them say that man has no more agency than a wheelbarrow, and consequently is not accountable, and in the final end of all things no such principle will exist as sin. This language, independent of many abominations that might be named, such as the Prophet's fighting four pitched battles at fisticuff, within four years, one with his own natural brother, one with his brother-in-law, one with Ezra Thair, and one with a Baptist priest, speaks volumes. -- Their management in this place has reduced society to a complete wreck. The recent outrage committed here, viz. the burning of the Printing establishment, I have no doubt was nothing more, nor less than carrying into effect Smith and Rigdon's last revelation that they had before they took their leave of this place between two days -- in fact the lying, fighting, stealing, running away, &c., that has carried on among us are only reducing their theory to practice, and in some instances they have not only taught the theory, but have set the example themselves. And I am fully convinced that their precepts and examples, both in public and in private, are calculated to corrupt the morals of their votaries and cast a shade over their characters, which like the twilight of evening will soon settle into the gloom of midnight darkness; and had it not been arrested in its mad career, would have transmitted to succeeding generations, a system of hereditary tyranny, and spiritual despotism, unparalleled in the annals of the christian Church, the Church of Rome not excepted. But they have fled in the night; "they love darkness rather than light because their deeds are evil; the wicked flee when no man pursuth." -- the printing establishment, book bindery, &c., was formerly the property of Smith and Rigdon; it had been sold the day previous to its being set on fire, by virtue of two executions obtained against them of one thousand dollars each, for issuing banking paper contrary to law. The establishment had fallen into the hands of those who have of late remonstrated against the wickedness of the above-named individuals; and had it not been sacrificed upon the altar of reckless fanaticism, it would no doubt at this time have been speaking the truth, as an atonement for an ill-spent life; a well grounded conviction of this fact was evidently one reason why Smith and Rigdon obtained a revelation to abscond; and that the press must not at all hazards be suffered to be put in requisition against them; also that God would destroy this place by fire, for its wickedness against his Prophets, and that his servants are swift messengers of destruction, by whose hands he avenges himself upon his enemies; this accounts for the outrage. This is but a preface to the catalogue of their iniquities that might be enumerated. But the most astonishing thing after all is, that men of common sense and common abilities, should be so completely blinded as to dispense entirely with the evidence of their senses, and tamely submit to be led by such men, and to contenance such glaring inconsistencies; and at the same time to be made to believe, that they had God for their author, and the happiness and well being of mankind for their end and aim. But the magic charm is broken at last; superstition and bigotry have begun to lose their influence and unclench their iron grasp from this devoted people who have "been led like lambs to the slaughter, and as a sheep is dumb before her shearers," so have we not dared to open our mouths. However justice seems to be in pursuit of the workers of iniquity; and sooner or later will overtake them: they will reap a just and sure retribution for their folly. This then is the conclusion of the whole matter; they lie by revelation, swindle by revelation, cheat and defraud by revelation, run away by revelation, and if they do not mend their ways, I fear that they will at last be damned by revelation. M. [sic, W.] PARRISH.
This is to certify that we are personally acquainted with said Parish, Smith and Rigdon, and that the above is a statement of facts according to our best recollections.
LUKE JOHNSON, } two of the twelve JOHN BOYNTON, } Apostles. SYLVESTER SMITH, } formerly presidents LEONARD RICH. } of the Seventies.

~Warren Parrish letter to E. Holmes~ KIRTLAND, AUG. 11th. 1838.

Sir -- In answer to your inquiries,
1st. Whether I believe in the book of Mormon as being of divine origin? I answer, I do not; and that for the best of reasons, viz. Martin Harris, one of the subscribing witnesses; has come out at last, and says he never saw the plates, from which the book purports to have been translated, except in vision; and he further says that any man who says he has seen them in any other way is a liar, Joseph not excepted; -- see new edition, Book of Covenants, page 170, which agrees with Harris's testimony.
2d. Whether J. Smith's brothers are still in the faith? I answer, that I do not believe they are, or ever were; neither do I believe that Joseph or Rigdon either believe in the Bible, book of Mormon, or book of Covenants; they are notorious infidels. Smith says he has got as good an inquisition around him in Missouri, as the pope ever had, and he says that Mahomet was a true prophet, and he propagated his religion by the sword, and so will he; this he intends to do to my certain knowledge, if his own assertions can be believed.
3d. Orson Pratt was preaching Mormonism in New York the last I heard from him.
4th. William McLellen, Oliver Cowdery, David and John Whitmers and many others have withdrawn from them. Lyman Johnson, one of the 12 apostles, withdrew from them, and they tried to kill him, they fired thirteen guns at him while he was leaving. W. PARRISH.
To. E. Holmes.

If you want mormons and mormon faith to be considered even SLIGHTLY honest or truthful, then start acting like it and stop acting deceitful, duplicitous, dishonest and irrational.
I quote again what Parrish stated because it is as TRUE today as it was then:

the most astonishing thing after all is, that men of common sense and common abilities, should be so completely blinded as to dispense entirely with the evidence of their senses, and tamely submit to be led by such men, and to contenance such glaring inconsistencies; and at the same time to be made to believe, that they had God for their author, and the happiness and well being of mankind for their end and aim. But the magic charm is broken at last; superstition and bigotry have begun to lose their influence and unclench their iron grasp...
they lie by revelation, swindle by revelation, cheat and defraud by revelation, run away by revelation, and if they do not mend their ways, I fear that they will at last be damned by revelation.

Large Employer, >8k employees; DFW, Texas
Hi,
I have been working for this employer as a non-exempt salaried employee since May 2022. When I moved to a new team, gaining new responsibilities, in July 2022, I asked my new manager how I was supposed to record my Overtime. She told me I was salaried and therefore was not able to get OT pay. She told me to record my hours as 40 per week, nothing special. I had no reason to question her because this was my first salaried position. I later found out she doesn't even sign off on my time sheet and I have been directed to write my hours exactly on my time sheet rather than 8hrs/day, 5 days/week is previously been directed to do.
Come to find out, I reviewed my offer letter late this January out of curiosity/nostalgia and saw I am non-exempt. To me, salary = exempt = no OT pay, but I set up a call with HR and they confirmed I am non-exempt still, even though I'm salary and was moved to a different team/ took on additional responsibilities.
My problem is, my manager is extremely toxic. I always needed to be available, even on my vacations. I never took lunch, worked or stayed available the entire day. I also work from home, so I worry a little that Employer can say I did take lunch, but really I never logged off, never left my home during lunch, sat in front of my computer all day, always responded immediately, even on slow days. Though some days may not have had much work to actually be done, I was always available.
During my call with HR, I requested backwages for the lunches I worked through from July 2022 onwards. I also requested backwages for OT that I worked. Unfortunately, my email only retained emails from May 2023 and emails aren't reliable in proving days that I did OT because I take on projects often and spent many nights pouring over Excel sheets, making calls, etc. I have plenty of proof but no exact amount of OT I'm owed. Based on lunches alone, it's somewhere north of 16k, before taxes.
I did some research the other day. Supposedly, I could also receive liquid damages. I'm now thinking, since they haven't given me any updates or timeline about when I'll be paid back, I should reach out to the DoL and get them involved for a suit. It's already almost May, I've been waiting since January. I've asked twice about updates and was given no information other than, "we are continuing the investigation." What could they possibly be investigating??
Does anyone have any insight for the process? Is there anything I need to prepare for (in other words, would they take me to court)? Should I wait for the Employer to come back to me or reach out to the DoL to start a lawsuit? Do liquid damages apply in this situation?
They have me training someone on my role and there have been so many layoffs this Spring, I'm afraid I'm training my replacement and they're going to lay me off and I won't be able to have access to my proof should a lawsuit be needed.

trauma bonds are the worst, been with this 'man' for 11 years and have 2 little boys together, everything escalated when i was pregnant with #1 and then exponentially after he was born (like within 48hrs of baby's birth by emergency c-section he was putting his hand on my mouth in the maternity room bc the baby was crying and i was whimpering "please dont cry" bc i knew it would upset abuser to hear baby cry. how fucked up). we separated for a bit after #2 was born and have been off and on ever since. ive had years being called every name in the book, everything is my fault, im too loud, i laugh too loud, im not funny but people laugh bc they feel bad for me, im a failure at being a mom, partner, daughter, friend, coworker, student etc. he shoved me when i was pregnant with #2 and also dragged me across the floor by my arms while i was pregnant (but he says it was ok bc there was a bed behind me when he shoved me). he also has shoved my kids, i have recordings of them saying that... when they were 5 and 3. he is always threatening to spank them. he was arrested on 4/6 for assaulting me and has convinced everyone that it was my fault, that he was acting in self-defense bc he was scared of me (he is 5'11' 180lbs i am 5'4" 165 pounds. no way dude) bc i wouldnt let go of his wrist (he had my phone and wouldnt let go: i cant let him have my phone bc of all the messages to DV help lines, as well as friends and other men who have been supportive). he beat me and whacked my wrist with a glass bottle and a month later my wrist still hurts. he has court on 5/6 and his charges are disorderly conduct and 3rd degree assault (misdemeanors) and 2 felonies for 2 counts of ROI to minors. he has a prior for threatening me from 2 years ago which was dismissed bc he did 6 bullshit family violence classes. dont they know that shit doesnt work??!! he has a defense atty and is trying to convince me to write a letter for him. idk what to do. i hate him but i hate being away from my babies. he intimidated me into signing a parental custody agreement where i look like the bad parent bc of past alcohol abuse and now he is the primary residence and i have to ask to see my kids (i dont have a lawyer, he does)

We know that Paul was not the person who literally put pen to paper when it comes to his letter to the Romans as verse 16:22 says

I, Tertius, who wrote down this letter, greet you in the Lord.

There is a lot of historical evidence that the majority of documents, Christian or otherwise, in the first couple centuries were written down by scribes. I have seen no evidence that the books and letters of the New Testament were any different.
How much effort you think that early Christians, either the original authors or those seeking copies, made to use Christian scribes for this work?
I am still personally struggling to process the following information:

• The overwhelming majority of scribes were slaves.
• Tertius (literally Third) was almost certainly a slave
• Instead of writing down what someone said word for word, scribes would take notes using short hand and then rewrite the document based upon those notes.
• It was common for scribes to make some changes to an author’s work in the process of converting short hand to finished product, for example by improving the grammar.
• Given the preceding information, it’s not unreasonable to assume that a significant portion of the books of the bible were written down by non-Christian slaves who may have made changes to these works.

What are your thoughts on this information?

Im a junior and my bf is a senior, he graduates in 2 months. Hes kind of a nerd, into photography, psychology, personal finance, and philosophy. Mostly into photography because thats the career he'd like to pursue someday, after college of course. Hes also into musicals and music with deep meaning behind them. I was thinking maybe I could get a photography to send him an inspiring message or have a photographer show him how to edit photos and take better photos since he already started with that. His graduation is June 6 and I dont know a photographer that could help and if it doesn't work out I dont know what to do, can anyone help me? Also Im a good writer should I write him a letter poem and song with it. (I'm willing to spend as much money as needed for him)

I’m writing this letter with such a heavy heart but I’m ready to take responsibility for how badly things ended. I just refused to see it then.
I’m not proud of how I dealt with things, and if I could turn back time I would.
I wouldn’t have left it so long until I reached out, I wouldn’t have got so defensive at your messages, and I wouldn’t have completely stepped away when I can now see how much you were hurting. But most importantly I would have been more honest about how I was feeling.
You’re right, I had doubts about the relationship prior to that night, and although I was trying desperately to make things work, deep down I was obviously projecting negative emotions and shame onto the relationship. Of course that was going to make you feel unsafe and affect the way you were with me.
The coldness came from a place of anger at myself for how I was feeling. I honestly didn’t want to feel those emotions, so my frustrations were directed at you which wasn’t fair. It was cowardly.
Not a day has gone by where I haven’t replayed things over in my head, looking for a better outcome. One where we could have talked things through and perhaps salvaged our friendship. We went through so much together over the last 11 months, and it makes me incredibly sad that I wasn’t able to say goodbye before I left.
I can’t change things now. But I hope one day you’ll be able to forgive me for how I ended things.
Maybe you won’t, and although it breaks my heart, I also fully respect that.
I’m honestly so sorry for everything.
You deserved better.
Please know that our relationship meant a lot to me, and though things got difficult towards the end, I will always remember the amazing memories we shared together.
I will never forget you.

been contemplating for a while and need advice. i think one of my closest friends, who is straight (as far as anybody knows), fell in love with me. i’m straight and was in a relationship when she (in)directly confessed, so i couldn’t return her feelings. she is now in a slightly concerning relationship, and i feel partly to blame. not sure what to do or if i can even do anything.
for some context, we were each other’s first/closest friends in college because we have similar interests and just vibe. she’s very much a hopeless romantic and would always tell me how she wants to meet and fall in love with a smart older man. she’s also relatively traditional asian, which is why i don’t think she would ever be openly gay.
anyway, after half a year of our friendship, i entered a relationship with my current boyfriend. it was nothing too serious at first, and i invited her to meet him and hang out with us every now and then. once things got more serious with my boyfriend, i started to vent to her because he’s my first real relationship and i needed guidance. inevitably, i’d complain about relationship issues and seek reassurance from her. my boyfriend never did anything toxic or with malicious intent, and she knew that — she told me herself, but she’d still validate my feelings. around this time, i think she fell for me.
it started off subtle, or so i thought at the time. she’d write me sweet cards/notes, saying how she doesn’t open up to people easily and she’s amazed we grew so close so quickly. she said it happened naturally and she just found her place next to me. etc.
she eventually wrote a pretty lengthy letter hidden in one of my books; it said "are you feeling what I'm feeling? the realization that the connection i have with you is becoming more and more precious by the day. tears start to fall down the side of my burning cheeks because this feeling is so powerful and overwhelming. this type of relationship is something I've only ever had once in my life, and then, i wasn't old enough to realize how fortunate i was to have one. i was so little back then that I was overcome by the feelings that someone could spur in me, so i purposefully shortened our time together. not long after, i understood that was the purest form of connection, love, i could have. then, you showed up in my life. i'll probably never tell you in person because, apparently, i'm hard to read and i don't like to express my feelings out loud, but what matters most to me is our connection and the energy we share. people like to reason, and i tried to reason love logically once as well, but i'd prefer not to do that with us. words are only a means of communication, after all, and even if that weren't the case, i'd like to think that these sentiments are something we both share, so there's no need to express them. but if I had to try to express how I feel about you, this is how I would put it: i am in love with the exact being of [my name], and that to me is the highest level of love that exists." (i paraphrased some bits except for the last part to preserve the intimacy of the note)
the note was pretty intense and poetic, but that’s to be expected from her. on this day, she randomly started crying to me because she realized how close we were. full on tears rolling down her cheeks like in the letter (this was before i even saw the letter though). she said she feels like i’m a planet and she’s an asteroid getting caught in my orbit. mind you, this was in front of my boyfriend who was doing his own thing but still thought it was weird. i didn’t question it because that’s just the type of person she is.
it all changed at a party a few months later. i invited her out with some of my friends. at the party, she kept trying to get me to drink. this isn’t anything too weird because both of us have the highest tolerance out of my friends. eventually, she starts kissing me all over my face very slowly and sensually while i’m talking to my friends. she didn’t kiss me the way i’d kiss my friends platonically on the cheek — she’s seen other friends kiss me on the cheek, so she knows the difference. i felt the difference. she knows i’m still with my boyfriend. my friends see her kiss me and the room slowly empties. i kind of brush her off and have us follow the others out.
then, we don't see each other for a few weeks. neither of us address what happened that night. maybe i distanced myself a bit after too. i felt wrong for letting another person kiss me like that when i had a boyfriend. i felt stuck because i love both her and my boyfriend but just in different ways.
i spoke to another friend after the party, and she said she noticed the way my friend was kissing me. she said that her parents (she has two moms) said it was impossible for them to be friends with a straight girl they fell in love with — that it was so hard for them growing up. she read the note my friend wrote for me in that book, and she started crying. she didn't know what i should do. i told my boyfriend what happened and he wasn't mad or anything, just thought it was weird. out of respect for him, i made more of an effort to see him alone vs me inviting my friend to tag along. i'd see her throughout the week anyway (i only saw my boyfriend on weekends).
when me and my friend see each other again, i act like everything is normal. i guess i didn't want our friendship to change. maybe that was selfish and irresponsible. she starts telling me pretty dark thoughts. saying how she wants to leave society and life in 10 years. we're both pretty pessimistic and cynical, so this isn't a crazy convo for us to have. i agree saying life is pretty dismal, but there's more for us to experience before we die. she then talks ab how she feels like we all go our separate ways once we enter relationships. i explain to her that partners are supposed to be your best friend. however, i assured her that i personally do need my space from my boyfriend every now and then and that i will ALWAYS value my friends, which is very true. again, me and her are very similar. i too don't open up to people easily, so i never take friendships for granted.
though, maybe i wasn't so convincing. she soon posts a long note. i had a friend translate it, and they said it was very serious in tone. i won't paraphrase this one because i won't pretend to know the depth of her feelings. also, she posted it publicly and has now since deleted the note, so i hope it means she's moved on. here's the translation:
"It seems that the heartbroken mermaid turns into a bubble and disappears. What an ideal ending, I thought. She can't blame the prince who never looked back at her even though she loved him to the point of sacrificing herself, so she erases her existence in a way that won't cause trouble to anyone. I feel a little disappointed that this is fiction. If it were to be true, would it be a natural disappearance, or evaporation? However, some people criticize this. Those people say it's better to cherish once-in-a-lifetime encounters. We should never cut off fate. When I heard that, I did regret a bit thinking that my actions were wrong. But just like the mermaid I couldn’t bear to see the prince thinking about someone other than me. When I realize that the person in his eyes are not me, I wouldn’t be able to stand the pain. Just like that, I ended the fate again in my heart, but this time without telling. Am I now closer to the fiction?"
if you read this as if I'm the prince and she's the mermaid... yeah. i felt horrible after reading this. i felt bad for distancing myself. i felt bad for not addressing what happened between us, but was a kiss on the cheek so meaningful? could i assume her notes were even a true declaration of romantic love, and for me at that? i didn't know what to do. i always reciprocated her feelings platonically. i always tell my friends i love them and i always try to make time for them. part of me thinks i led her on because of this.
fast forward to recently, this friend who maybe fell in love with me has a boyfriend of her own. it's also her first real relationship. he's about 5 years older. they met a few months after that party on a blind date. a week after their first meeting, they became boyfriend and girlfriend. a few months later, they move in together.
this is why i'm worried. she's young (we just graduated college). she's unemployed. her family lives on the other side of the world. she pretty much relies on her boyfriend for a place to live, food to eat, etc. she didn't want me to meet him/he actively avoided meeting me for the first year of their relationship. i once picked her up from their place (we were all supposed to get lunch for our first meeting), but he would not come outside. when i finally did meet him, it was for 15 seconds and he just said hi and bye.
i don't think he abuses her or anything. he seems nice based on those 15 seconds i saw him for. but this friend will always come to me for advice that she never takes. she asked me if they should move in together way back. i said i personally don't think it's a great idea. they move in together anyway. she tells me she feels like she has no space and he doesn't understand her. i tell her she needs to explain things like he's 5 and might just need to "train" him because boyfriends don't always understand, but they should still act regardless. she says she "doesn't have it in her to train him." he says things that bother her but she never directly addresses herself. she says she doesn't see them ever getting into a fight, but i tell myself it's because she never sticks up for herself.
once she ordered herself delivery and called me freaking out because the concierge called him to confirm that food had arrived. she lied and said she didn't order anything even though her name was on the order. she said he wouldn't care, but i asked why hide that from him in the first place? she cooks and cleans for him regardless. she says it's her that's the problem and not him. it's possible. she couldn't even tell him that she was upset he didnt get her anything for the holidays or vday (when she had gotten him things despite being unemployed).
i heard some other morally dubious traits of his from her that i don't hold against him, but i do keep them in mind. nothing explicitly abusive or toxic. though, i don't think she tells me everything because she also doesn't want me to hate him.
to be clear, i do not doubt that she loves him. i think they are in love, but i still worry they move too fast while skipping crucial relationship milestones. i wonder if i handled things differently, would she have "rushed" into a relationship? who knows. at this point, i wish her the best. i do still love her as a friend. i don't think she uses reddit, but if she does then i hope she gets to possibly understand my perspective.
this was a long mess and a lot of digressions were made. just had to get this all off my chest. any insight/advice would be most appreciated. am particularly struggling to maintain the balance between assuming she loved me and completely invalidating/ignoring her feelings.

.I will start by saying.... I was young, stupid, and desperate to matter to someone. (I am now in a better place and know I am a badass.)
My ex and I met in highschool and got engaged after one year together. We were together for 8 years and married for two of those years. I could honestly write a book about these years in my life..... But today is the saga of the rims.
My ex was obsessed with the idea of a threesome. Any other woman would do. And he made it clear that this was something he would not leave alone. (I am bisexual.) A few months after getting married, I found out I was pregnant. After the baby was born, he used my postpartum depression as a reason I should find a participant for a threesome.
I caved and one of my friends (B. Itchy) was brought in. I hated it. I told them both that I wasn't ok with it and we all wouldn't be messing around anymore. They decided that they were going to keep going behind my back.
Noticing how distant he was, I tried to make our marriage work. He talked me into quitting my job. He then began to hoard the money. He was showering her with gifts and dates while our baby and myself went without food. I asked, begged, and pleaded, but he said the money was going toward the mortgage.
My mother saw that I was dropping weight and that I would bring the baby to her home to make sure they were fed. She figured out what was going on. She then found a letter saying that our home was up for Sheriff Sale, leaving me and the baby homeless.
Parents and family friends scooped up our belongings and got us settled in with my parents. My dad found these chrome plates rims that the ex bought from a friend instead of getting me prenatal care while I was in the first three months of my pregnancy.
We recycled the damn things and bought diapers and some necessities for me and the baby. He didn't care that I left or that the baby was going without food. He only cared about those rims. He wanted to sell them back to his friend for a down payment on a townhouse he was getting for him and his new girlfriend, B. Itchy.
I lied. I told him someone must have stolen them from the yard. They had been sitting out in plain view of everyone on the street. He tried talking to the neighbors to see if they knew what happened to them. They did. But they told him they didn't see a thing.
More than a decade later, he married B. Itchy. I met my current husband and we live far, far from my ex. He tried to get me to replace his rims during the divorce proceedings, but the judge denied the request. No proof.

I’m drowning on chat-gpt proposals, cover letters, you name it.
Oh, the beautiful 4 neat little paragraphs talking about how they can solve all of my problems in the most bland gpt speak ever. It’s basically the same robot applying for every job ( forgive me machine god - I know we will be working directly soon enough )
Take me back to the days of the good old mustachio “Dear simadam”. It would be so refreshing to just get one of these nowadays.
Advice: write a one sentence proposal, showing that you understand the core problem of the project and ask relevant questions. Tone should be American Apple pie informal! You can thank me later!

Hi all (throwaway account here).
Do you think I'm eligible for the EB2 NIW? Do I have any other visa options? I really struggle with the Dhanasar criteria.
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My background is the following:
British Citizen
AI Engineer (military research)
Experience working with the US military/government (my current company will write letter(s) stating in broad terms all the work I have done for them)
Extensive industry research experience and development of several novel unpublished techniques
MSc in Artificial Intelligence & BSc in Mathematics from global top 50 universities
1 conference publication (shared with other authors), none of my other work is public
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The main issue is that don't know how to meet the Dhanasar criteria. I cannot continue to work in military AI while in the US because I can't get US security clearance as a non citizen, so what other endeavor am uniquely well positioned to advance while in the US?
Dhanasar Criteria:
"The following are the 3 prongs of the Dhanasar case:

• The proposed endeavor has both substantial merit and national importance.
• You are well positioned to advance your proposed endeavor.
• On balance, it would be beneficial to the United States to waive the requirements of a job offer, and thus the labor certification.

Your proposed endeavor must be something that will benefit the United States and must go beyond the confines of your current job, your workplace or a locality."
Is there anyway for me to meet this criteria? How do other people meet it?
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Other options:
I have tried applying for jobs and going down a sponsorship route, but all the employers in other parts of my field I spoke too don't want to sponsor someone without first seeing examples of their work/research, which I'm not allowed to share.
Help!?

My girlfriend (F19) & I (M19) were in a turbulent long distance relationship during college. We experienced mixed emotions. Long fights. Longer conversations. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. Although late, my plan to surprise her was peculiarly unfolding. A day before we're supposed to meet in Bangalore & travel to Goa. I hop on a train with a ticket which is not confirmed. My bank account has ₹18k that is meant for college tuition fees.
How did I reach the city whose cool breeze feels promising? Part-time loitering in the train. Part-time in a rectangular box that stored the blankets for the passengers in the train.
After arriving to my cousin's apartment and taking a quick shower, I rushed to meet her on an October evening in a Bangalore auto with my brother's black leather jacket on, a friend's white t-shirt with spongebob in the middle, light blue jeans & tan suede shoes. She impatiently waits for a delivery person who is delivering something especially for her. Last time it was a bunch of yellow flowers (to make up from a fight). The auto turns leftwards slowing on the requested corner and right then my eyes catch her first glance. Time slows down, I see her petite fair frame with a round face, annoyed on the phone. I leap from the auto and saunter towards her and wrap her in my arms. Then we break free to see her shocked face meet my ear-to-ear grinning face. Blushingly I pay the auto driver. Her friend claims she saw a rockstar jump out and hug her, meninlove
That night at the hotel, she receives a call from a guy at 11pm, a senior from college. Teasing her. I'm upset, jealous and angry is an understatement. Apparently, she was super distressed from hearing the ragging stories. But after ragging and fresher's things were chill. After our friends and her are asleep. I read their chats. It's a mix of everything. I'd bad dreams about her and her college life. We do our trip, fight a lot, dance and make memories. I still remember how my palm etched the sensation of resting on her stomach.
Later, back in different cities at my friend's birthday house-party. The host of the event throws herself at me. I warm up to her and the two us end up making out. (even though I'd crashed her laptop screen that same night while playing music)
After the party, I feel horrible, cry and call my then girlfriend. I tell her that we had a peck and not a full blown make-out. Oops again! Life's too long to afford a lie. Life's too short to not speak the truth.
Anyways, we ended up dating on and off for a year more. Attention always coming from her until one day I texted her the truth. She blocked me of course. After a while I missed that attention and I missed her. So I messaged her from another contact. Her boyfriend responded aggressively telling me to back-off. That got me curious even more, I wanted to know what's going on in her life. My brain recollected her password style surname123/institute123. I tried it on Instagram. Institute123, no luck. Surname123 I was in. On the other side of another human's Instagram. What was her mind upto? Read through some chats. Some things piqued my interest. Some saved messages were curious but it quickly got boring.
A two way conversation is fun. A read-only experience of someone else's social media wasn't. I wasn't into women's fashion and decision making with girlies. So I logged on & off while on my toilet and bored.
Fed up of this experience, I write her a letter that ended with "P.S - Change your instagram password". On her birthday I put all the letters I wrote to her in a book "The Norwegian Wood" packed it in a pink wrap and was off to give it to her near her home. She didn't want anything to do with me. I threw the book outside her home and rushed off. I read her chats speaking to my friend to accept the book and return it to me. When he calls me I ask him to sound cool
Me: "When are you going to collect the book?"
He: "I have not yet collected it. Wait, how do you know that she asked me to return your book?"
Me: "You wouldn't believe it"
After his coaxing, I tell him, I have her Instagram password. Until then one other friend apart from me knew this.
The next evening in November, 3 years after that night in October, I get a call that would be common place for the next four months. Her boyfriend hurling abuses and threats, different numbers, different threats, various combinations pretending to be a police officer, and asking me to come to a police station. I got over 300 phone calls from various numbers. I didn't accept my offense of-course. The way I saw it was it's 100% my fault. It's some part her responsibility. For me it was another way to kill boredom although invading someone's privacy.
One fine March day, after meeting a new lovely girl. I'm at home with back ache at night, freshly returned from a love rendezvous. When my sleep is disturbed by a slew of such phone calls. Angry I decide to finish it once and for all.
Next day, I call and invite this guy to come and explain to me logically why he should be the one slapping me. If he could do that, he could slap me and go. I would be alone. He would be alone. My rooftop. A standoff.
The building I was living in with my family was under remodelling there were two workers working and the accompanying noise. It's late afternoon and my heart beat is through my chest. I see him approaching with a cricket bat. I tell him to loose the bat or I'll call the cops. This dude left the door open, climbs up the stairs, no bat in hand phew. I extend my hand, he doesn't shake it we head upstairs to the rooftop.
At the rooftop, we exchange a few words, when in a matter of seconds 3 of his friends show up. My heart sinks and I freeze. No thoughts, I am urging myself to think. Blank. Kapoof. Nothing. Heart pumping faster, going breathless. He asks another guy to start recording and he begins speaking. A monologue making his case, that ends with 3 slaps.
After they leave, I'm still in shock, days later my friend calls me apparently, the video is in everone's phone. Everyone that knew me, him or her remotely. Seniors, Batchmates, Juniors.
Few final experiences related to this story:

• I had a group of a dozen friends in school and I would be the life of the party. Only 3 of them are still friends and we speak. I met one of them couple of years ago, I could see it in his eyes he has lost respect for me. He didn't even call me when he got married last year.
• I am always troubled entering a room in my home city perplexed with the thought would anybody know about this here
• I thought countless times what I would've done if it had happen again
• I bumped into each of them, the boy and the girl, separately on separate occasions I had no words to say. The last time on Saturday.
• It's strange how the beautiful parts of the garden are forgotten and only the weeds remain in top of the mind
• It feels I've experienced death, death of a person I knew, death of the sweet youthful memories I shared with her in a youthful promising city. Memories of a care-free, care-less time.
• "I'm sorry, I know I made it difficult for you." I would say to the girl if I ever crossed paths. Silence to the boy.
• Nobody can shame you if you don't allow it. A man suffers more in his imagination than in reality.
• I'm error prone, I'm fallible. I learn.
• Thinking on your feet can turn a precarious situation on it's head. Stay sober. Don't wake up at 70%. Be 100%.
• You cannot twist the fabric of the universe and expect to not have it snapback at you. Speak the truth. Cards facing up always.

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Apply to the game here: https://app.roll20.net/lfg/listing/397743/bardlings

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