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Greetings everyone,
A few weeks ago I posted on this community for help to find a large room to arrange a MegaGame: https://www.reddit.com/copenhagen/comments/1ctdcha/comment/l4mmluk/?context=3
You were all very helpful and kind, so we ended up finding a venue at Huset for FREE! Which is why I wanted to promote this event first here on this sub-reddit as a thank you for all your help. So what am I even talking about?
What is a MegaGame?
A megagame is as the name suggest, a very large game with at least 12+ players all playing the same game at the same time. There a lot of different kind of megagames but to get an idea of the vibe and chaos, I suggest watching this youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN71v9H_gg8&t=1s
What is the setting of this Megagame?
In this game you will play a leading member of a ship which are part of a space fleet, survivors of a massive attack from the nation of Wolf - decimating and subjugating the other settled worlds. Together you will be trying to survive in space, flee further Wolf attacks and find a new home for your people - a New Eden... Unfortunately the fleets intelligence-service have captured a transmission from the fleet to the Wolf attack group, it seems there is a traitor among you.
Okay but what does it cost?
As Huset has been so kind to allow us to host it for free and the fact it is our pilot event for MegaGames here in Copenhagen, we have decided to make participation free!
Practical Information:

• The game is up to 18 players divided between 6 teams, 3 people for each team.
• 31st August at 11.00-18.00

Apply here: https://forms.gle/foL4LBBDEvBJFVke9
Join our discord here: https://discord.gg/w379ZQUe
I hope this will be interesting to some of you :)

Misfit Mafia is looking for more misfits to join our ranks.
We are a 18+ social oriented Null sec corporation. We take both new and veteran players of the game!
Have you ever felt like you didn't fit in somewhere? Ever join a corporation and then no one talks and everyone does their own thing? Looking for a corporation that not only plays together in game but ALSO is a social group of people?
Look no further! We have what you are looking for!
Our focus areas:
-> Being Social
-> Having fun
-> Doing things together as a group
-> Doing stuff and things. Whatever we are interested in doing that day we do, no strict focus
-> Helping our alliance and Coalition where its needed. (Shadow ultimatum/Imperium)
Requirements?
-> Be social! Join us on discord/mumble we would love to get to know you! (Mic Required)
-> 18+ as our conversations can be unhinged sometimes ;)
-> Be able to take a joke and sarcasm.
-> Positive can do attitude. We are all pretty bad, but we have fun.
-> 5m+ SP is highly recommended, but we prefer quality people over toon skills. If you fit with us on a social level, we will help you become the best pilot possible.
Come talk to us! https://discord.gg/QcNW5wmKYC

Ok, so this subreddit has been around since the name change announcment and now that we have a few festivals done under the new name I feel I should get some community response. please answer the question I have and leave any suggesstions you may have for further changes.
TICKET SALES THREAD
I'm only allowed two sticky posts and it gets annoying that I can't do ticket sales, lineup and have somenthing open in case of a good cause or getting some ama in the future or something. Furthermore, the sale thread gets cluttered and either no one is selling their tickets ever or they are ignoring the tread rules and never delete their sale comment after they sell their ticket.
A few options I see are:
1: Remove ticket sales thread all together and just use rule 2 to direct people to the facebook page for ticket sales.
2: Do a cleanup every few weeks where I delete all comments over a few weeks old to clean up the thread
Which option do you guys think is best?
SELF PROMOTION THREADS
How do you guys feel about this rule?
From a mod standpoint its been mostly ineffective, weve only had a few people ask before posting. one was approved then removed because the request was not an accurate description of what was posted, and there has been one post that I was iffy on leaving up because it was an app.
My initial intent was to try to reduce spammy corporate or clickbaity bullshit, and to prevent people trying to take advantage of the community. I have been trying to get the actual artists at the shows to do some posts (although have been unsuccessful so far) and have no problem with community members sharing their hobbies turned sources of income that are done out of genuine love and appreciation for the commnity, some examples would be America Mosh Pits, and that thing u/schellnino has going on (do a legit proper post man, full write up with all the links)
So what are your opinions?
Should I be more strict on enforcement and delete all self promotion posts if they dont check in first?
Should I allow things like 3rd party apps to be posted?
Should I allow self promotion blog and article posting?
CROWD SURFING COMPLAINT THREADS
Holly hell WE FUCKING GET IT. No one likes overweight people surfing, no one likes surfers getting stacked up, no one likes people surfing who have no idea how to do it and go limp noodle the entire time.
I PROMISE YOU THAT YOUR THREAD COMPLAINING ABOUT IT ISNT GONNA CHANGE ANYTHING
We've had at least 4 or 5 in the past few days alone, another one isn't gonna be the magic ticket to small stiff crowdsurfers.
Do you guys want me to stop complaint threads like this that do nothing but bitch about an unsolveable problem or should I just allow them to run their course?
This is all I can think of right now. Please leave any other concerns or ideas with your answers.

I am in a difficult situation of choosing whether husband and I send our LO to daycare part-time or have my MIL look after her full-time. For background info, my LO is turning 1 year old soon and I am located in Canada where my maternity leave is also expected to end around the time she turns one. Ever since our daughter was born, my MIL (who lives 30mins away) kept telling everyone in our family how she plans to retire so that she can look after our daughter full-time and for us not to have to pay for daycare. This never became a concrete and direct conversation with us until recently where she told my husband to seriously consider this.
When my SIL used to live in-town, she had my MIL primarily look after her daughter for a bit over 18 months. I had the experience of watching my MIL kind of raise her, and because of this, there are quite a few things that I'm not comfortable with in the way that my MIL "raised" her. I don't know if I'm being too much, but I would essentially like for my husband and I to have more control over the way that we raise our daughter. Because of her experience with my SIL, I guess that my MIL automatically assumes that she will have the same kind of dynamic and privileges with us. My SIL and MIL are very close and basically best friends, so she gave full control to my MIL on whatever she wanted to do with her child and however my MIL pleases. On the other hand, I'm not really close with my MIL (she doesn't speak English very well) and it doesn't help that my parents live in another city, hence why I think MIL wants to sort of impose herself in our daughter's upbringing.
If it wasn't for my SIL moving out of town, my MIL wouldn't wanted to look after my niece till probably kindergarten age because her mindset is that she raised both my husband and SIL at home till that age and they turned out fine, and that daycare costs are unnecessary. For the 18 months that she primarily looked after my niece, they both stayed at home 100% of the time that she had her. My MIL rarely took her out or anything like that, she would always want my niece to be "close" to her and stay with her all the time. Ever since my niece was little as well, she would ALWAYS hold and carry her everywhere. As a result, even when my niece was around 20 months old, she barely walked and refused to walk although she could and always wanted to be carried. She was not used at all to seeing other faces and people and would always need to be either in my MIL's or SIL's arms everywhere. At 20+ months old she barely knew how to interact with other people and was not independent at all. She would always cry and be anxious whenever she's around other people and not in my MIL's or SIL's arms. It was quite bad that even when she was at home with my MIL and MIL needed to use bathroom, she would cry and look for her or follow her to the bathroom.
Niece is now a bit over 24 months old and to this day, she still does not know how to sit on a high chair when eating out anywhere. This also comes from the habit that since she was little, MIL would always hold her whenever dining out and even refuse to eat so that she can hold her to "let her parents eat". Then when parents are done eating, MIL would now eat because her parents are then free to "take turns" to hold her. It's honestly quite embarrassing to see and experience whenever we're having meals together. Another thing is that MIL would have full control over how my niece ate. She would feed her so much because in her culture, when a child eats a lot and is well fed, it's a good thing and at her age, my niece was a lot bigger than the average kids her age. Also, because my niece's attachment, at certain point when MIL would seriously have to attend to other tasks at home and niece would cry, she started just shoving the iPad in her face to calm her down and so that she can be left quietly.
Anyways this is to say that I strongly feel that if we let MIL look after our child full-time, 5 days a week, it will be challenging for us to decide and shape the way that we're actually raising our daughter. I can understand my MIL's excitement in having her grandchild with her, but I also think that she has some boundaries issues. Because I also can't communicate a lot with her, all communication will have to revolve around my husband and her and it's honestly going to be complicated with my husband working long hours most days.
Now the biggest thing for me is that my MIL is suggesting that she retires "for us" so that she can look after our daughter full-time. She argues that because they have no debt, she can freely retire. I am very uncomfortable with this because my MIL is only 56. Technically, she could be working up until 65 so that's almost 10 years of income that she is suggesting to give up on "for us." My in-laws have worked minimum wages their whole lives, and I'm afraid that my MIL's excitement in being a grandma is kind of overshadowing the reality of her retirement life without a steady income and we're surely not a position nor want to be in a position where we have to fund their retirement. If she retires, I also feel like we will be obligated to give her access and time to our daughter rather than having the freedom to decide our own schedule. Otherwise it doesn't make sense to me to have her retire when she can only spend 1-2 days in a week with our daughter, I feel like this is going to create resentment. If we agree to have MIL look after our daughter full-time, at most, that will probably only last for 2-3 years since she will eventually have to go to school. In addition to this, I also want to have my parents come spend time with our daughter as well in the summer since they live so far away and can only see her a few times a year. So during the time that my parents are here, MIL won't have access to our daughter full-time and will be sitting at home all summer by herself if she's retired.
What's my husband take on this? Well, my husband doesn't entirely see all the negative aspects that I've mentioned above in the way that his mother raised our niece. His focus is more on the fact that if we can save on daycare costs for the first couple of years, I'd be great. It may be tight, but we could definitely do daycare at least 3 times a week and if my MIL wanted she could have our daughter 1-2 times a week if she wanted because I don't want to take this relationship away completely. I personally feel that this would be a healthy balance if anything. If MIL wants to take us up on that, then she can decide for herself how she wants to make this work instead of the other way round. Everyone that I know did send their child to daycare at some point. Many at 12 months exactly and others eventually around the 18th month mark. Besides all of this, I have a fully work from home and flexible job, so taking responsibility of our daughter in her everyday needs, especially driving her to places wouldn't be an issue, and husband and I both work from home on Fridays so really, we do not need any sort of extra help. I'm more comfortable with the thought of knowing that there's extra help if or when we need it, rather than help being imposed on us, if that makes sense.
Any thoughts on how to deal with this? TIA.

Hey, so my pup was sprinting and playing around in the whey field as usual, then she suddenly stopped and started coughing, like when she is choking on her water or something.
She kept coughing and eventually started vomiting (from the effort maybe?). On the way back home she had okay periods and coughing vomiting parts, when we came home she ate a lot. The whole night she kept waking up every 5 to 20 mins or so to cough and then vomit up basically nothing, a little saliva at most.
I brought her to the vet, told him what happened, he said she had probably breathed in something or had some allergy. He said her temperature was a bit high, gave him 3 shots (idk what) and told me to see him if she gets worse in a few days.
By now she can sleep for an hour and so without waking up, and coughing doesn't seem to make her vomit that much, but it's super loud coughing. She is super playful and otherwise happy, although she's not eating regular food rn.
Have you guys had similar experiences? Was 3 shots for something enough if she actually has some seed or something stuck in her lungs or something? How long could this take? Should my vet have done something extra?
Thanks in advance, have a nice day!

For context I am 22F he is 23M. We moved in together and months into it, he cheated on me and I found out. He then got very mean and controlling. He tried to lock me in the house when I wanted to leave, he broke my car window, threw me on the couch, threw me on the the bed, pinned me against walls, yelled, threw things at me, threw a drink in my face, called me names, told me no one cared about me .. the list goes on!! Then he started stalking me and found out where I moved to so I had to get a restraining order..
In court I was asked if I wanted to send him to family violence counseling and I said yes. Keep in mind that his family was in court with him, and I was alone. They laughed behind me. The judge says go speak to a DV advocate and come back with ur decision. I come back and I really want to say yes but instead I freeze up say I would rather he just leave me alone. I feel so dumb. I had everything I needed ready to present if they asked. Why didn't I show them all the evidence of what he had done? Why didn't I show them the screenshots of all the nasty words he wrote to me himself about how he "blacked out" and didn't mean to hurt me? This will happen to another girl. No one in his family holds him accountable and they are all women (get a load of that huh?) I feel like because I didn't say anything he's probably convinced them he never did anything wrong and I did this out of spite. I should have spoken up for myself and proved that he needed help. I think about this every day and it's just eating me up inside that I didn't defend myself when it mattered the most. I hate that I let this person have so much power over me, and I didn't take it back. I still feel like he needed to go to that counseling. Does anyone else feel like even after getting out you did not get the justice you deserved? OR they didn't get any punishment for what they had done? I just want to move on with my life

hello! longtime lurker, but this is my first time posting. my partner does use reddit so i’m under a pseudonym. i am 24f, in a long term relationship with 25m. we’ve been dating since we were 17 and 18 respectively, and this year is our 7th together.
we have a lot of the same interests, shared friend groups, similar outlooks on life and marriage. i’ve always seen him as my best friend and we’ve always supported each other. we’re very physically affectionate, and he is one of the kindest and sweetest souls i’ve ever met. people around us have started joking about when we’re getting married, “where are the kids?” etc.
it’s always been a source of strength for me, knowing that he has my back. but i’m starting to feel a paralyzing amount of what i suspect is either relationship anxiety or some kind of ocd. i think the triggering event is an upcoming cross-country move that i am about to undertake for my dream phd program. my partner and i will have to do long-distance for the first year. he plans to follow after getting things sorted with the lease at our current place, likely next summer.
i’ve concluded my current job and am now “taking a break” before classes start—something i was excited about up until a few weeks ago, which has now morphed into a nightmare depressive episode the likes of which i have never experienced before. i lay in bed all day ruminating about everything in my life, from my future to my partner to myself. the contents of my greatest relationship-related terror, as follows:
we are very different educationally. i have no doubts about his intellect, but he has his associate’s while i went to a 4-year and am now about to pursue the aforementioned phd. he has switched jobs four times over the past 7 years, going from call center work to water plant software maintenance (?) to a brief stint with delivery/doordash and now to data entry. he was not fired from these positions, but left voluntarily (sometimes due to moves, other times due to dissatisfaction).
these positions are all entry-level, and he has expressed distinct dissatisfaction with aspects of all of them until the most recent position. i’ve never been bothered by it before, but as i make career decisions and see others around me doing the same, i start to worry that he’ll never find something he likes. he’s also expressed that he doesn’t think there will be a career that he loves the way i love mine, and that scares me. i want to feel like my partner and i are both working towards our own happiness. and i’m scared that he isn’t.
this terror has turned into me looking for jobs in our new city for him, suggesting career paths and schooling and having multiple conversations where i have asked him to think about what he wants to do. he’s been open to looking into my suggestions, agreed that he might be depressed/struggling with adhd, and will start looking for a therapist, but he has also told me that he needs some time to work on these things. i’m scared of the neurotic, controlling person i’m becoming and terrified that i’m in denial about this relationship working out. and all the while, he has sat with me during panic attacks, promised me that we’ll be okay, and tried everything to cheer me up.
i also feel no small amount of shame for even worrying about this to begin with. i didn’t find my undergraduate experience to be particularly whelming, especially with the pandemic—i think it charted my ability to come to class every day and little else. but i’ve heard many people deride the idea of women “dating down” educationally, and it troubles me. my partner is so intelligent but could not afford a 4-year program, and i am afraid that hinders him from finding fulfilling job opportunities + eventually hinder us from reaching our life goals (which right now involve buying a house someday and going to Greece, haha).
reddit, i’d love if i could hear some perspectives from people who have been in similar situations, either with sudden doubts in long term relationships, education gaps, impending long distance, etc. i’m starting therapy and potentially meds for anxiety, but am struggling to even get through the days right now. i want to grow together with him, but also don’t want to try to change him. would it be better for us if i left?
TL;DR anxious about long term relationship and a perceived “ambition gap” between myself and my partner, especially as we are about to undertake a large move to a HCOL area.

First off Brad if you're reading this, click off now.
Okay now that Brad is gone hello! Long story short starting a new campaign one of my players is the Son of a high-ranking noble. He does not like his father and when finally given the chance in his early twenties he fled but not before raiding his father's vault. I have determined he stole a hand statue with three purple rings that happened to have the dark crystals from dungeons of Drakenhiem. But I need two more rings and what they might be whether they are simple or magical something a noble would keep in his vault. Additionally I want there to be a piece of paper clutched in the hand that could be a deed or a spell or something else. On top of those what else could he have taken from the vault? What could be not useful in the start of the game but perhaps not be able to be sold easily? Additionally since he did take some of the coins in the vault should I say that it's all platinum that way it's much harder for him to say purchase stuff in low-income areas at the beginning? Please help me determine these things and give me your creative ideas 😎

we don’t need constant support, this is proven by the fact that this game is still going despite its last major update was 7 years ago. what we need is a fix to the ongoing cheater and bots problem, a working ANTICHEAT, not a halfbaked attempt at making everyone happy (summer update). the 2023 summer update content, sure, was great but it isn’t any different of what we have been getting lately (literally another seasonal community update, only new thing we got by valve was the grill with rockets and grenades render), and it for sure didn’t help against the bot problem. the game literally can go without any other major content update by valve themselves forever, and it will be okay. but the casual servers are they are right now, they are not good. it’s impossible to get rid of ALL bots, yes, but if Valve actually DID something about it it wouldn’t nearly as bad as it is right now. they need to GET UP and FIX their already great hero shooter instead of making another one to milk it for a few years and then drop it. it’s heartbreaking to see how Valve treats its most beloved and best IP honestly, and we shouldn’t stop at a tweet. we should stop when something CHANGES for the better.
also, don’t get sad or demotivated when someone posts about the movement not working again. they are either not seeing the bright side and the chance this could actually work, or they are a cheatebot hoster themselves trying to bring down anyone. we’re all in this and we need everyone to make this work. the tf2 community is one of the most united communities ever and it will be ironic if it doesn’t come together this one more time, we need everyone.

26/ South Asia / GMT +5:30 Looking for Friends
To start I just wanted to say I am looking for a long term friendship and not just play once or twice and then ghost (happens way too often), so please only respond if your up for that.
So recently, I decided to return to FF14 again after a long break. I'm still kind of a noob and nowhere near endgame but thought it'd be more fun to share the adventure with someone else. I play on Kujata server in Elemental.
I have a lot of other games too but I mostly only play 1 or 2 at a time but we can compare or Libraries to see what we have in common. I love things like souls games and monster hunter as well. i am also a hopeless Yugioh addict, and can't seem to stay away from Master Duel despite how much I hate the meta in it haha. Btw I am PC only, dont own any consoles.
A bit more about myself, I am an Introvert so it might take some time before I'm comfortable around new people but if that's okay then we can talk for a while and see if we vibe. I honestly don't really have any good friends because of my personality type which is why I post on subs like these hoping to form some genuine connections.
If your read all that then thanks for your time and hope to talk to you more if you think we would get along.

Okay fellow humans, I’m kind of at a crossroads here and I need some advice… So lately some stuff went down with my roommate and her boyfriend and on a night of drinking she showed me and my boyfriend the screenshots of the conversations between her boyfriend and another female(s). I saw some things like “you get me soaked” and him calling her baby which honestly made my red flag radar start going off. I didn’t really pay attention to the time stamps or when the conversation happened but all I know is that if you’re in a relationship you shouldn’t be talking to other people like that, and I told my roommate those exact words. She also went to my boyfriend to talk about it as well and I’m pretty sure he told her the same thing. After that we continued having a good time together and went on with the night having fun as a little family. The next day (Mothers Day) my boyfriend and I were leaving to go see our beloved mamas, as I was walking out the door my roommates boyfriend stopped me to talk to me about last night. He looked at me and started with “First I want to clarify that those screenshots she showed you were old and happened before we started dating, she likes to show stuff like that when she’s drunk.” I was honestly speechless… the questions running through my head in that moment were “why are you trying to justify yourself with me right now?” And “If you already talked about it before with her why are you trying to talk to me?” Of course I didn’t ask those out loud but I just kind of gave him a glare, and I said “alright man” and walked out the door, mind you when he told me that his body language was off and fidgety AND she has never even showed us stuff like that before the previous times we got drunk together. When my roommate and her boyfriend talked about the screenshots… he said he was doing it for “money” because they were in a tight spot, at the time both of them were unemployed. But I smelt total bullshit with that excuse. There’s other ways to get money in a more honest way, I know getting hired and finding a new job is hard but talking to other women who aren’t even sugar mama age is a little sketchy to me, don’t you think? My boyfriend and I honestly were getting restless about the whole situation because we had a strong feeling he was lying right to her and our face. Later we came back home from the domains of our lovely mothers, I didn’t really want to talk to my roommates boyfriend so I went straight upstairs to take a shower while my boyfriend conversed with them downstairs. From what my boyfriend explained to me, he talked to them about the situation and they were allegedly on good terms and roommates boyfriend deleted/blocked all the girls he was talking to, he even let my boyfriend look through his phone to show proof. But there was more evidence of one more girl in his phone that wasn’t deleted, a girl under the name “Fggt😁😁” my boyfriend found a text from him to her saying “Be mine😍😍😍😍” HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TELL YOUR GIRL YOU BLOCKED EVERYONE AND STILL HAVE ONE LEFT?! The date of the text was from April 15, 2023… My roommate and her boyfriend have been together for the past 3 years… ummmm RED FLAG. My boyfriend didn’t say anything about what he found and handed the phone back. Later that week my boyfriend and I planned on talking to my roommate alone when her boyfriend was at work, and that’s what we did. About two or three days ago we pulled her outside to express our concerns, my boyfriend and I have both been in relationships with shitty people so we know how it feels to be cheated on so it was with good intentions and we were just trying to look out for her. My boyfriend told her to just keep an eye out and proceed with caution. I’m a very straightforward person with my feelings so I told her something similar but I also told her that I don’t really trust him anymore and that he might keep this behavior up and get sloppy about it in the future.. When we came back inside we again clarified that we are watching out for her and we are on her side. We also told her that if shit hits the fan with her relationship, we will be on her side 100% she was willing to listen to us and respected our opinion which we were grateful for. But then yesterday or maybe the day before I’m not too sure cause my perception of time sucks, me, my boyfriend, our best friend, and my roommates little brother were all having a good time drawing really stupid pictures of each other on the fridge, as a JOKE. Then my roommate and her boyfriend came downstairs and the vibe in the room totally shifted to complete tension, her boyfriend was visibly upset or irritated, standing in the corner with his arms crossed and just glaring at us (me, bf, best friend). We looked at him and tried showing him the drawing of him to get a laugh out of him but he was just stone face and not happy at all. We tried asking him what’s wrong but all we got was the silent treatment, which we didn’t really care. But he was being salty which ruined the vibe in the room so my boyfriend and I just went upstairs cause we didn’t want to be around a sourpuss. We didn’t know why he was upset, but my boyfriend and I assumed that our roommate told him about what we said to her and now he’s mad about it. Was it wrong to express or worry to her? Are we the as*holes for not wanting our friend to get hurt? I need some advice. What do ya’ll think about this??

I was reminded of why I no longer go out of my way to interact with family (adoptive or biological) at this point.
I reached out to a biological cousin (first time actually speaking) for some health information, as they are also a professional in the same field. I thought it would be fitting. She kept the health information professional and didn’t cross personal boundaries. 🙏🏾
Once we left the health topic got on the topic of family we started falling apart. She meant well but was dropping bomb shells about my adoption from her perspective. I was completely unprepared for that. After starting to explain my estrangement she cuts me off and starts offering to visit me. We’ve never met so I was like nah I am okay. She didn’t wanna hear the reason why and kept pushing a narrative that I am lonely and don’t have to be. I told her clearly I’ve chosen the path of estrangement because it’s what’s best in the end, I’ve done the reunion / adoptive family dance for awhile now. She tried to tell me my appearance based off IG indicated that I had been sexually traumatized. Corrected her on that and she tried to tell me it actually wasn’t my appearance online but through my voice, saying that she’s a mental health professional and can tell. Has known of my life but has only ever spoken to me for less than 2 hours (yesterday), found that odd as she said she can’t comment on my health state due to us being family. So why are you over analyzing and telling me something that is not true. She than tried to tell me my life is behind and I need to get on a path soon or else risk being thrown into the system. Tried to fill her in on how I stopped part of my life (school and career, at 19, age 26 today) for a while to meet biological family as it takes time and energy. She started down the your a playing victim path and I ended the call quickly.
🙄 all in all. Well intentioned call went down the tubes and I was shaking by the end. Just completely unprepared for family talk. I should have stated a boundary for family talk.
😭 life of an adoptee on a nice calm Monday evening.

This is an abridged version of a 7,000+ word monstrosity spanning 4 campaigns, have fun! And TW for misogyny and human trafficking/slavery. Most of us were new to 5e, and signed up for a paid online DnD group during the start of Covid. There were 2 campaigns running simultaneously DMed by Enabler and his wife (who is really sweet and not the problem.) Deren started a free Phandelver game, then eventually Manipulator who was the director of the group started a campaign as well. Most of the cast played in all 4 games, but I couldn’t join Deren’s because of scheduling. Most of the drama happened in the campaign ran by Enabler which I’ll call the A-Men.
Cast:
Luno - a human Twilight Cleric. Cool dude.
Corgi - Didn’t play with the A-Men, but played a dwarf Battle Smith in the campaign parallel to ours. Wife to Luno irl. Cool lady.
Deren - half-elf Grave Cleric. Also cool dude.
Me - played a goliath Tempest Cleric
Dick - A perpetually drunk, arrogant asswipe. Played a warforged artificer.
Enabler - DM for the A-Men.
Manipulator - The main directoowner of the paid group.
Things started out nice in Enabler’s campaign, Luno, Deren, and I became fast friends and loved roleplaying with each other. But pretty soon the difficulty of combat started getting very difficult, and Enabler was forcing us to fight in encounters that would’ve been balanced for a party more than triple our level. As in, we as a level 2 party managed to take on an orc war chief, 2 ogres, an Eye of Gruumsh, and 5 or so orcs all in a cramped basement. The only way we were able to not die was by the 3 clerics spamming Healing Word on each other like whack-a-mole. This campaign and the group as a whole was marketed as “D&D for Beginners,” and we were all new to the game. At the time I didn’t realize how absurd the encounters were, I just thought it was my fault for being bad at the game. I don’t know why, but Enabler really wanted to kill all our characters… except for Dick’s.
Let me just get this out of the way first: Dick, was a dick. He would come to sessions sloshed, and continue drinking all game. He tried to get two different parties TPK’ed for no reason. He’d spout a bunch of racist and homophobic “jokes” that were very clearly not jokes. Oh, and he cheated, like, a lot. None of us liked him, but Enabler treated him like a golden child. None of us know why. He was showered with magical items and thousands of more gold than any of the rest of us. He was allowed to use busted homebrew none of the rest of us were. And most infuriatingly, he was allowed to cheat, more or less in the open. He’d fudge dice, even in DnD Beyond where his rolls were recorded. Hi warforged had higher health and stats than anyone, was allowed to use both a shield and a 2-handed rifle simultaneously, had more infusions than was allowed, and “mixed up” the loading and reloading properties between Eberron’s guns and Critical Role’s Bad News so he was allowed to do about 30 damage per turn, while the rest of us were doing about 5. Again, since all of us were new, we didn’t realize the blatant cheating till months later, and thought we just had to git gud.
Weirdly enough, Enabler never seemed to target Dick with his monsters. Couldn’t afford to risk scratching his favorite player’s gold-plated ass, certainly not! But for whatever reason my characters especially drew the Enabler’s ire. My cleric had chainmail and a shield so she was pretty tanky, and I guess he didn’t like that? During the basement orc fight he complained that he couldn’t put her down. I thought he was joking at the time, but looking back… yeah he wasn’t. Eventually I got tired of spending 3-4 hours unconscious so I took a level in Fighter to gain the Defense style for +1 AC. I was not hit by a single attack for the rest of the campaign. Everywhere the party went, regardless of the setting or context, every time we rolled initiative a mass of enemy clerics would spawn in and pelt me with 4-6 Sacred Flames and down my character within the first round or so. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. In a wizard’s tower? Clerics. Robbing a vault? Cleric are sitting in the vault. Keep in mind that Dick’s AC has been about 25 through all this because shenanigans.
Turns out Enabler was an asshole and a misogynist in his own right. He completely disregarded all female players in either his or his wife’s campaign (they were basically the same campaign, with the same plot and setting). Rarely responded to questions about the rules from me, and never bothered to send Corgi (who was playing a dwarf) his homebrew dwarf lore, even though the whole setting revolved around dwarves. Corgi found out about the dwarf lore through Luno. He asked me to write the worldbuilding for the goliaths, which I was happy to do. I researched the Poetic and Prose Eddas to make a culture based off the Jotunn, sent it to him, and he approved it. Wan’t till months later that I learned he scrapped the whole thing. Also, he rewrote my character’s backstory and never even bothered to tell me until (again) months later, in the middle of a session. I was the only girl in the A-Men. Shocker.
There were also only 2 friendly female NPCs the entire campaign, one of which was unconscious basically the whole time we knew her. But all those clerics we were mowing down? All Lolth cultists. Same goes for literally any other enemy spellcasters throughout the campaign (except for any Intelligence casters, those were men, of course.) Oh yeah, and he also made a human trafficking ring, just for my character! Basically he wanted the party to sell my character into slavery in order to progress the plot. Fun. Thankfully they didn’t do that (absolute Chads). This wasn’t in the other version of the campaign, of course.
Things finally ended when Dick tried to TPK the party again, and Enabler took the opportunity to try and kill the party once and for all. He triggered all encounters in the entire dungeon at once while our party was stuck in a pair of long hallways. My character was downed within the first round as usual from 6 Sacred Flames, got most of the party low with about 4 groups of 3-6 enemies each, then had the pair of bosses cast cloudkill and insect plague in the same area at the same time, then summoned a Barlgura. Despite Dick’s protests, the rest of the party drug my unconscious character out of the spell blender, turned around, and left the dungeon.
A few days after the session we got together and I posted a message on the group’s Discord detailing Dick’s cheating, and that I didn’t want to play with him anymore. I didn’t even mention my personal gripes with Enabler. Immediately I get a message from Manipulator, asking me to jump into a voice call with him and Enabler. Alarm bells start ringing in the back of my head, and ask if the other players can join as well. Enabler disappeared, and wouldn’t talk unless I was alone. Of course, a few days later when we did all get together to talk over voice chat, I was the problem player. Manipulator scolded me for not being communicative with Enabler. Luno immediately yelled “Bullshit!” Reminder, Enabler ignored all my messages and wouldn’t talk with women in the group. Luno, Corgi, and Deren all stood up for me (again, absolute Chads.) And Luno is a pretty quiet guy, and that was the only time I’ve ever heard him yell. There was a lot more going on with Manipulator, he sold us fake stickers, tried to get Corgi and Luno to work for him for free, and was a nightmare DM all on his own, but that’s a story for another time.
We all jumped ship after that, and I hear things got pretty nasty on the VC after I left. Apparently we were the first of several mass exoduses out of that group. Now we have our own free group and play often. Since then Corgi and Luno more or less adopted me as part of their family. We spend holidays together, they attended my college graduation, the whole nine yards. The lot are the sweetest people you could meet. Happy ending!

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[Part 1]
Day 3
I woke the next morning from the sunshine in my eyes. My head was resting ever so slightly on Eli's arm as we had both fallen asleep on my bed after I begged him to stay. I blanched in horror at the drool stain I had left on the arm of his white t-shirt.
I began to slowly move myself and retreat downstairs as the memories of the night before came flooding back. How I had broken, screaming in terror, and how Eli had saved me, not knowing the true reason he found me curled up on the floor crying.
As I stepped off the bed, my leg got snagged in the frilly bed cover, and I went crashing to the ground, making quite the noise as I landed. With a yawn, Eli's eyes opened, and I felt myself blushing as he turned to look at me.
We both kind of stared at each other for a moment, not speaking. Eli opened his mouth, then closed it again as if unsure of what to say.
"Coffee?" I asked quickly, filling the awkwardness of our situation.
"Please," Eli said, smiling.
In minutes, I had a pot brewing as I leaned against the kitchen counter. Eli was picking up the scattered photographs from the floor and looking at them quizzically.
"Why do you have pictures of the Harmons?" Eli asked, showing me the photos of the yellow-haired man and his family.
"Is that their names? I found them out in the barn under a blanket," I answered as I rooted around the cupboards for two mugs.
"In the barn? I cleaned it out just last week. No way I would have missed this trunk," Eli said while examining the wooden trunk with its simple rustic hinges. It was plain and unadorned with any embellishments. Basic as basic could be.
"Well, you must have missed it because it was there," I said, putting emphasis on the "was" in a way that reminded me of my mother chastising my father.
"That's so weird," he said, shifting through the photos while sitting at the table. I brought him a cup of coffee and sugar, and he began absentmindedly adding a lot of sugar to his coffee. About six scoops later, he began stirring and sipping it.
"Well, anyways, thanks for coming last night. I wasn't myself, I hope you know that I'm not some damsel in distress," I said quickly, like word vomit, and I even chuckled at the end, feeling like a total weirdo.
"What happened anyway? You didn't say last night," he said, putting the photos down in a jumble on the table.
I paused for a moment, considering how to answer. As I sipped my coffee, I stared out into the yard beside the barn where the scarecrow stood, glancing around the edge of the barn, hanging limply in his hole. His appearance once again sad and dejected instead of murderous and terrifying.
"I was just scared, I had a nightmare, and it just scared me," I said dumbly, trying not to turn crimson again under his intense gaze.
His eyes seemed to cut right through my lie, as if he were staring directly into my being before he simply glanced away out the window. We fell silent again, and I filled some moments by sipping my drink. It seemed to revitalize me; the sun and the company made me feel secure.
"Why were you here anyways?" I asked after a moment.
"I heard screaming, so I came running. I live just on the other side of the grass there, behind the barn," Eli said, pointing to the barn out the window.
"Must be really close, I didn't see any houses on the way in," I said, prying deeper into the situation.
"It's actually a trailer, maybe like two hundred yards from here. I was outside getting some air when I heard you scream. So, I came running," Eli said, finishing his cup of coffee and placing it in between us like a barrier, as if he was hiding something.
"Could you, uh, not do that?" Eli asked, with an uncertain grin on his face.
"What am I doing exactly?" I asked, startled for a moment, my stomach doing a sort of flip.
"It's just that you like stare at people. You've been staring at me for like my whole cup of coffee, I don't think you blinked the whole time," Eli said, averting his eyes shyly.
"No, I don't," I said until I realized he was right. I never noticed that about myself.
"Right, well, I've got to go. I am probably going to start painting today, so you might see me in a bit," Eli said, rising and heading to the door.
"Wait," I said, grabbing his arm for only a moment before releasing it like it was scalding hot.
Eli glanced at my hand for a moment, then at his arm, before he, too, blushed crimson.
"I just wanted to say thank you again. For last night, I mean. Well, what I mean is I appreciate it," I said, my eyes downcast in, for some reason, shame. Like he had seen me at my weakest and it weighed on my gaze appropriately.
"It was nothing, besides I didn't get much sleep with your constant snoring," Eli said, laughing at me.
"I so don't snore," I said, swatting at him but unable to control a smile creeping up onto my face.
After Eli left, I felt instantly colder, my eyes kept returning to the scarecrow. I grabbed my camera from upstairs and went out to the yard. I scanned the dirt for anything out of the ordinary. There was no blood, or anything on the dirt where the scarecrow stood just last night. I slowly made my way to the scarecrow, but nothing happened. I snapped a photo of the inanimate object, and it didn't even flinch. I poked it, but all I felt was straw underneath its clothes. I removed its mask, expecting a severed head, but it was just straw. Nothing was here but straw. I dropped the mask on the ground and took another photo proving it was just straw and nothing else.
An idea struck me as I regarded the source of my torment. If I planned to stay even one more night here, I needed to do something about this scarecrow. I rooted around in the barn, a series of tools hung from nails in the wall. On one hung what I was searching for. An old rusted shovel with a dirty wooden handle that was worn smooth from use.
I returned to the side of the barn beside the scarecrow, knowing for whatever reason this thing only came when night fell and didn't react at all when I moved or touched it during the day.
Before my morning coffee had even settled, I began to dig at the dusty earth, loose and easy to dig, it came away in shovelfuls. Within an hour, I had a fair-sized hole in front of me. Sweat dripped from my brow, and when I wiped under my eyes, they came away black from last night's makeup. Glancing at the field of grass and knowing Eli could appear at any time, I decided to head inside and shower. The hot water was a godsend, and I lingered for longer, letting the water drain down my head and back, my eyes closed, trying to forget the images from the last two nights. I should just pack up my car and leave right this minute. But how could I explain this to my family? I decided to go through with my plan and bury the scarecrow. I could last one more night if I prepared for it.
I left the shower and dressed modestly, in another one of my old rock t-shirts and a pair of shorts. I returned to the yard and with a satisfying push, I dropped the scarecrow into the pit. It fell with a nice thud, and I smiled at my power over it in the day; it's just at night when I should fear it.
As I threw the first shovel of dirt back on top, I heard a noise in the grass, and it parted, revealing Eli wearing the same pair of jeans and work boots, but he had changed his shirt to a plain black one. In each hand, he held cans of paint and a brush.
"Should I even ask why you are burying that old scarecrow?" He asked as he came to stand beside me.
"Probably best if you didn't," I admitted, leaning on the shovel.
"Well, I'm going to anyway. Polly, why are you burying that old scarecrow?" He asked, a rare smile coming to his face.
"Because it's been haunting me at night," I said bluntly.
"Mhm, yeah, okay. Fine, don't tell me. I've been meaning to get rid of it anyway, but normal people take things to the landfill," Eli said with a smirk as he turned to the house and began setting up for his painting.
I finished burying the scarecrow and stomped the dirt down flat. I finished my job by moving my car and parking it directly over top of the spot where I buried it.
Eli watched me curiously but didn't remark. I returned the shovel to the barn and went out into the yard. I decided to go for a hike around the property. I needed some time alone to think and unwind.
As I made my way through the grass, it began to confuse me. This had obviously been a large farmland, but how had the wild plants grown in such a thick, endless maze of greenery?
It gave me an eerie feeling, like I was being watched as the grass covered three-quarters of my body, like there would be something lurking out in the grass, crouched low, waiting for me.
After a half-hour or so, I came upon a clear lake, only big enough to be considered an old swimming hole, I thought as I dipped my hand into the cool water.
I took off my outer clothes and decided to go for a swim. I lowered myself in slowly and reveled at the cool water. The pond wasn't deep, but the water was clean. A small rope swing had been hung from a large oak tree that bordered the pond. It also provided a nice layer of shade that made it the ideal spot to spend the day. I floated on my back in the water for what seemed like hours. The day seemed to slip away from me. A small beach of sand sat at one side of the pond, so I lay out in the sun and closed my eyes. The warm day warmed my soul, and soon I felt myself drifting off into sleep.
I awoke to the sound of crickets and darkness. I couldn't believe it. I had slept through the day; the long nights had finally caught up to me, and now I was stuck far away from the farmhouse. I didn't know if my plan with the scarecrow had worked, and this wasn't the place to test my theory.
A full moon lay overhead, casting a silvery glow on the world before me. A sea of grass swayed gently in the wind, sending shivers down it in shuddering waves. I looked around, but I was thankfully alone, just the crickets chirping along melodically as my only companions.
I had to make it back to the house, so I started on my way, my hands trailing along the tall grass. The pale light played easily on the deep green grass. Step by step, I made my way back towards the farmhouse and the barn, throwing caution to the wind, and I started to jog along, anything to get back faster. I would have to find Eli; maybe if we were together, he could stop it like before.
If I thought the field was creepy during the day, by night, it was a whole new world. Every sound made my heart stop for a beat before restarting in protest. When all of a sudden, the crickets stopped chirping. I dropped to my knees, letting the long grass cover me from sight. Through the strands, I could make out a shape moving slowly through the tall grass, the swish of the plants as it made its passage through them. My heart dropped. Was this Eli looking for me, or was it the scarecrow come for me?
That's when I heard a voice, a voice cutting through the silence. It started off quiet and raspy as it sang an eerie children's song.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek
The world it claims that I be not clean
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
I was frozen to the spot. It hadn't found me, but it knew I was in the grass somewhere. Now, with each word, chewed up and spat out like it was unhappy with it, now it was accompanied by the whistle of something in the air and a slicing sound as it cut through the grass around me.
It finished another round of its song, but now it stood within feet of me, its blade whistling as it cut. I took a moment to ready myself, and as it raised its blade to cut through the grass I hid in, I dashed out of my hiding spot and slammed into it. But nothing resisted me; I fell through it like it was a ghost.
In a tangle of limbs, I landed hard on the ground and tried quickly rolling to my feet. The blade of its weapon pierced the earth beside me. Now I could see it was a two-handed scythe the scarecrow carried, but something was off, its hands were human. Pale milky skin like a newborn baby. I had little time to examine the creature except for the canvas bag over its head. Two large black eyes came out of the slits that leaked a dark red blood like tears.
It screeched loudly and swung its scythe, but it was slow, and I took off through the grass in the direction of what I hoped was the farmhouse.
I completely gave up all pretense of hiding and sprinted as fast as I could without looking back. The grass seemed to part for me as I ran in terror. I was just glad that in high school, I had taken track as it was paying off now.
I could hear the noise of footsteps behind me, but I never turned. I ran and ran until my lungs felt like they were going to burst Something silver flashed to my left, and I tripped over something hard and unexpected. The wind was driven from my lungs as my chin slammed hard into the earth. I scrambled back, trying to escape, but the scarecrow was on me, its blade flashing angrily in the pale moonlight.
I wanted to move, I wanted to fight, but my body was weak and unable to catch its breath, and I lay there helpless as it swung its scythe towards me. I closed my eyes in fear, but I only heard the thud of dirt before I opened my eyes. The scythe was discarded, and the scarecrow stood staring at me.
It seemed to be struggling with something, one hand reached out towards me only to be snapped back to its side. A roar of rage pierced the canvas sack over its head as it struggled against its invisible bonds. For a moment, I thought I saw something behind it, three sets of hands holding it back. One feminine in nature, and the other two must have belonged to children. In a flash, I saw a beautiful woman who looked vaguely familiar with her long brown hair and plain dress.
"Run," she moaned as the scarecrow swung around wildly.
I didn't hesitate and fled, my breath had returned, and while my body still ached from my fall, I powered on, knowing this was the only respite I would receive tonight.
In the distance, I could see a small sheet metal shape; Eli's trailer was slowly coming closer as I ran, and I beelined it for the trailer. I could hear the footsteps behind me again as the scarecrow resumed its chase after me.
I reached the old trailer and banged on the door as loud as I could; I rattled the handle, but it was locked.
"Eli, it's me. It's Polly, please let me in. Please," I begged as I banged over and over again on the door of his trailer.
Nothing responded to me, and the trailer was dark. The single window in the back held no life inside the trailer. From the trailer, I couldn't tell which direction the farmhouse was in the dark, so I fled into the tall grass and crouched low, watching the clearing around the trailer.
While I caught my breath, I watched the scarecrow enter the clearing, its scythe back in its hand as it circled the trailer. When its raspy voice began singing again low and quiet, only loud enough for me to hear.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek
The world it claims that I be not clean
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night, I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
The song made me shiver uncontrollably at the lyrics and the voice; it sounded demented like a crazy person letting their demons out into a nursery rhyme.
I lay perfectly still; for some reason, it couldn't find me. This creature I assumed was all-knowing seemed to have some very human weaknesses. It moved and talked like a human, even had certain body parts that were from a human; it even felt human the way it chased and reacted.
The scarecrow moved on through the tall grass, and I let out a sigh of relief as it lost my trail. How terrifying that beast was. In my pocket was the keys to my car. Eli had told me that the farmhouse was fairly close to his trailer. I had to navigate to the car, then drive as fast as I can away from this place. The fact that I hadn't left already because I was worried about money was insane. Who cares, I could drive to Barb's and demand my money back. Go home and just tell my parents the truth. The whole reason for actually leaving home this summer, why I was actually here in this field shivering uncontrollably in fear. But I couldn't think about that now, not now, there will be time to deal with that later. Now I needed to focus on staying alive, getting to the car, and getting out of here.
I went in the direction the scarecrow had; he knew the land better than I did, and every noise I made in the silence of the night made my heart drop. It took all my courage there and then to take one step forward, then another. I felt like I was going to be sick; my stomach was in knots to where it felt like even if I was sick, the only thing to come out would be only bile and stomach acid.
With each careful step, I made my way closer to the farmhouse and the scarecrow. Through the darkness, I could see my goal, the farmhouse, and the barn. Within minutes, I had made it securely to the farmhouse yard.
My car still sat in the same spot overtop of the hole where I buried the scarecrow. In the moonlight, I could see that the dirt had not been disturbed.
The scarecrow was nowhere to be seen, and I cautiously made my way to my car, my keys in my hand as I approached the driver's door. I hadn't locked the car, and it opened on the first try. I turned on my car as quietly as I could, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Something landed heavily on top of the roof of my car, making it dent inwards slightly. With horror, I saw the scarecrow swing its scythe into the back window of my car. With a crash, the glass shattered inwards; I put my car into gear and roared away down the lane. In my rearview mirror, I couldn't see anything, so I swerved back and forth, trying to shake the creature from the roof of my car when the scythe crashed in through the front window, making a hole just large enough for it.
The glass spidered, and I couldn't see out the window very well. I swerved down the road, but the scythe remained in the car, allowing the creature purchase. In a panic, I spun my wheel wildly, trying to dislodge it, but I lost control, and soon felt something crash into the front of my car. The airbag went off in my face, and I hadn't been wearing my seatbelt. I slammed hard into something else, and my vision went dark. I was in a daze; I must have passed out because I don't remember a lot of what happened next. I felt the car door open with a crunching tear, and it landed loudly as it was torn off. My body being grabbed and tossed on the ground. I felt no pain, just a gentle numbness. I felt blood on my head as I raised my arm to touch my face.
Then just blackness, complete, and empty just feelings, fear, unease, sadness. My eyes opened, and the scarecrow was overtop of me. Pain on my chest and my vision went dark again. Coughing as something poured down my throat. I couldn't breathe, why couldn't I breathe?
My eyes opened one last time, and I saw the scarecrow pouring a dark liquid from its mouth directly into my mouth and eyes. My vision was red and bloody before I closed them one last time.
The words of its song echoed into the emptiness of my thoughts.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek?
The world it claims that I be not clean.
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see,
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night, I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
The darkness enveloped me, and I felt myself slipping away, the sounds of the night fading into oblivion.
Day 4
When I awoke, it was morning, and I found myself lying in a hospital bed. My head throbbed with pain, and my body ached all over. The memories of the terrifying night flooded back to me, and I shuddered involuntarily.
A nurse entered the room, her kind eyes filled with concern. "You're awake," she said softly, her voice gentle like a soothing balm. "You're lucky to be alive. You were found unconscious by the side of the road next to your car. Do you remember what happened?"
I tried to speak, but my throat felt raw and dry. I croaked out a few words, barely audible. "The scarecrow... it attacked me..."
The nurse frowned, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Scarecrow? What scarecrow?"
My heart raced with panic as I realized the truth. Had it all been a nightmare? But the pain in my body felt too real, the memories too vivid to be mere hallucinations.
I tried to explain, to tell her about the terrifying creature that had pursued me through the night, but she only looked at me with concern, as if I were delusional.
"I'll get the doctor, and there is a young man who brought you in. He has been here all morning," the nurse said with a sly wink.
After a few minutes, she came back with Eli and a doctor, both of whom smiled gently at me through the window. The doctor came in first and went over my health with me. I had a concussion and bruises all over my body. A generous-sized cut from some glass on my scalp had been stitched and bandaged. My mind flashed back to the night before. How the scarecrow had filled me with its gooey red blood.
"Did you find anything else?" I asked cautiously, trying to avoid another scandal like with the nurse.
"No, as long as you have someone to pick you up and take you home, you are free to go. That nice young man out there said he would take you back home," the doctor said, pointing to Eli as he rose with a slight grunt.
I glanced at Eli, and he waved uncertainly at me. The doctor went out and began talking to Eli for a few minutes.
While I waited, my mind began to have strange thoughts. Something was wrong; I felt weird. My vision turned red, and I began to see images before my eyes.
The Harmons. They flashed before my eyes in real-time—the husband hugging his wife, then swinging his kids around, chopping wood outback next to the barn while his wife cooked in the kitchen.
As Eli entered the room, the visions stopped suddenly. Like my saving angel for the third time now, I was extremely grateful to Eli.
"Heyyyyy," Eli said, elongating the word in a sort of familiar yet awkward way.
"Hi," I said, closing my eyes and letting my embarrassment pass in only a few seconds.
"Why is it that fifty percent of the times we meet, you're in serious trouble?" Eli asked, coming to sit on the edge of my bed.
"Oh, you know me, bad luck, I guess," I said simply, becoming aware that under my blankets, I was in a backless hospital gown, and he was inches away from me.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin as a sort of cover for my appearance, but Eli didn't seem to notice. He continued talking to me. It was actually really sweet the way he seemed to care for me.
"Anyways, the doctor said I could take you back to the farmhouse to rest," Eli said.
"No," I said suddenly, becoming serious.
"What? Why not?" Eli asked.
"I just, I just can't right now. I'll tell you later. Just, we can't spend the night anywhere near the farm," I said, grabbing him by the arm, hoping to sway him.
"Well, I mean, if you want, we can grab your stuff, and my house can literally go anywhere," Eli said in an offhand manner, as if he had expected this.
"Promise?" I asked, trying not to seem too afraid.
Within the hour, we had returned to the farmhouse. The hole I dug was still covered over, and I stared at it as we parked in Eli's black pickup truck.
I ran inside and quickly got changed into my only clean clothes, grabbing everything I had from the farmhouse. I paused at the dinner table, looking down at the photographs of the Harmons and thinking back to that weird moment in the hospital with that odd vision.
The day was getting longer, and I hurried back to Eli, waiting in the pickup truck. I threw my bag in the back and climbed in beside him. He smiled and backtracked down the lane. We turned to the left and went down a side road where we came upon my poor old car. It had crashed directly into a tree, and the whole front part of the car had been destroyed. Fluid leaked all over the road, and I almost shed a tear for my departed friend. We had traveled far together. I grabbed a few things from the car, but something was off about the car. The front door had been knocked off and was discarded on the far side of the road. It looked impossible; the door hadn't even hit the tree.
Eli hooked his truck up to his trailer, and we sped off, leaving the property behind us. We headed into town and found a pullout on the side of the road with a set of bathrooms to camp at for the night. Eli's trailer was messy but cozy. He had laundry strewn over most surfaces, but it didn't smell bad.
The room consisted of a small kitchen with a bed in one corner. There were also a lot of posters and artwork on the walls. I examined one of a pretty girl with long raven-black hair. It was a realist painting, obviously taken from real life.
"Who is this?" I asked as Eli made us some food.
"That is just a friend," Eli said, glancing at the painting he had done.
"Well, she is a pretty friend," I said, enjoying watching the back of his ears turn bright red.
"Dinner's ready," he said, pouring the mixture of food he had made onto a pair of plates.
Eli served me and handed me a can of Coke to drink. I thanked him and sat on his bed. It was the only serviceable piece of furniture in the whole trailer. We both sat in silence for a moment while we ate. I could tell something was bothering Eli as he kept making glances toward me.
"What? What is it, Eli? Just say it," I said between bites.
"Tell me what happened, Polly. Tell me why you were burying the scarecrow, why you were passed out in the road with straw in your hair. Tell me why you were muttering about the Harmons and a scarecrow when I found you," Eli said suddenly, as if he were unloading a machine gun.
I looked Eli square in the face and relented. I told him about the last couple of nights at the farmhouse, about how the scarecrow had been tormenting me every night. About how he had saved me and how last night I had fled through the fields to his trailer and then to my car. I told him about the vision I had about the Harmons in the hospital. By the end of it, I was in tears. I felt so foolish and childish.
Eli took it in stride. He asked a few questions during my retelling, but by the end of it, he was silent. Tears fell down my face and landed in my lap. We had both put our plates on the counter, and Eli hugged me. He put his arms around me, and I nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling comforted again in him at the lowest points of my life.
With a gentle hand, he wiped away my tears, and I smiled, letting a nervous laugh escape my lips. I looked up into his face and felt his stare before I saw it. His pale blue eyes shone with comfort, and then his lips were on mine as he kissed me quickly before pulling away slightly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was insensitive of me. You're sad, and I took advantage of that," Eli said, moving back slightly.
"Shut up," I said, and grabbed his shirt, bringing him back in.

I'm struggling in my marriage lately and could use some advice.
Quick summary: My wife and I are in our late 30s and have been together for nearly 20 years since we were 18. We have two wonderful children (a baby and a preschooler). We've been best friends, overall have had a happy, loving, mostly drama free life together. Our biggest issue over the years has been that I'm high libido, my wife has low libido, and I've often felt my wife can be a bit self absorbed and not really put in much effort to meet me in the middle when it comes to our love languages, putting in effort for each other, etc. I've always felt like the partner who cared more about quality time and emotional intimacy as well.
In the past year or so, we had the most drama we've ever had in 20 years when my wife admitted to me that she had always been lying to me about our first months dating - she had always said she was never with anyone else since our first date (our relationship anniversary we had always celebrated as a sweet holiday) and she actually was secretly still going to see her high school ex boyfriend during that time (who had cheated on her) and apparently had sex with him just once during that time. She also admitted that she had cheated on me (just kissing) with another person during that time. She only admitted this to me because I had suspected her of lying and did something wrong myself by reading parts of her personal journal (in which I read that she had recently been "infatuated" with a work colleague and had also been dreaming about, sexually fantasizing about, and occasionally dwelling on her high school ex over the years (who she had cut off contact with nearly 20 years ago), even looking him up recently and crying while seeing his current life, but saying that she was mad about how he treated her and that me and our kids deserve her more than he does). I also had read that she wasn't attracted to me at times and had issues with my weight gain over the years. We both apologized for the things we had done wrong and wanted to work to be better.
This all led to us having many emotional discussions and working to improve our relationship and be closer, and I basically went into a depression for many months after learning about her cheating and thoughts about other men. I lost a lot of weight and got in the best shape I've been in for many years. My wife was trying to put in some effort to talk with me and be closer, but I was often frustrated because even after learning about the cheating and everything, it still felt like I was responsible for initiating discussions and leading our work together: I downloaded relationship apps for us to do together and have intimate conversations about, etc.
During this time I asked my wife what things would make her feel closer with me, and she said she "needs emotional intimacy to want physical intimacy" and that she'd like to do regular date nights where we take turns planning them for each other. I wanted to do that for her so we started them. The first date nights I led, I put a lot of thought into and wrote her a love letter, planned romantic activities. Then when it was her turn to lead date night, it was clear she hadn't planned anything. Didn't prepare anything. She wanted to reschedule hers at the last minute sometimes because she was tired from work or something. This continued for a while until finally we both just stopped the date nights because it felt more like a chore.
I was still processing the cheating and my own insecurities for a while, and I started therapy for the first time ever, read books, listened to podcasts, learned about attachment theory and felt insights that my wife might have avoidant attachment and be averse to intimacy, while I think I've generally been secure, but I lean toward anxious when I feel threatened. But I was sad because while I was doing all this learning, my wife seemed to be doing nothing to try and learn and discuss with me and work on things.
I tried a few times over the months to gently mention that to her and ask her about if she was doing anything like this in her own therapy, but she would get defensive and say it "feels like she can never do enough" and basically to get off her back about it (even though I would ask rarely and try to be very kind and understanding about it). Basically I was just feeling sad that she didn't seem to care or want to put in the effort like I was (and I told her this, but again, same responses).
My wife has been kind of obsessed with work and busy, but it's felt like when she does have time she hasn't been prioritizing me or our marriage, while I have been. I've tried to give her hugs or be closer to her and she often bristles and doesn't seem interested. She hasn't been putting any effort into her appearance, especially not for me (she seems to care more about looking good at work than looking good for me) while I feel like I'm always wanting to look good for her. She's turned me down for physical intimacy quite a bit recently and basically if I don't initiate, we can go for a month without any sex easily. She just doesn't seem to have any libido at all.
Learning about her cheating and thoughts of other people made me feel really insecure about how she thinks of me and if she's really attracted to me. Since I'm finally in better shape, I've felt more confident but she hasn't been making me feel desired by her. I've never been with anyone other than her in my life, and I've been feeling less attracted to her since it feels like she isn't that interested in me romantically, and I've been thinking more about wanting to feel desired and loved, and kind of wanting to have a woman flirt with me or hit on me or something just to feel validated.
Recently I tried sharing with her how I'm feeling sad and a bit unwanted by her, wondering if she's attracted to me or if it's really low libido on her part, feeling like I'm old and not having the love and intimacy I want in a marriage. She seemed so thrown off by that, said she does just have very low libido and doesn't really think about sex, and she is attracted to me. I tried to let her know that regardless of that, I feel like she hasn't been prioritizing or putting effort into being close with me, and when I've tried to do those things she seems uninterested.
Her response is that she's just so busy with work, and we have two young kids and it's difficult, and she just has no energy for any of that. We split our parenting duties equally, I do most of the cleaning in our household, we both work full time, but I feel like I still want to put in effort for our marriage and closeness but she doesn't. Her view seems to be that she just can't, doesn't have the ability, whereas I feel like she finds the energy to do lots of other things she wants to do - she's just not prioritizing me and us. Again, it feels like I have to push her repeatedly to ever have intimacy with her of any type. She acknowledges that she has intimacy issues as well and is avoidant, but then will still insist that she just doesn't have energy for what I want.
It feels like there's always an excuse, and while I want to be understanding and gentle with her about it, I'm just feeling lonely in my marriage. Even when I try to reach out to her and emotionally explain this, it's like she brushes it off and doesn't seem too worried about me. Or if I say I want more intimacy, physically and emotionally, she tends to hone in on just the sexual part like that's all I want, but I want to feel close, in love. I want her to love me and desire me. But the less I feel that from her, the less I feel it towards her, and that worries me.
What can I do in this situation? Is there any way to get through to her? I can't imagine ever leaving her, we love our family and our children, but I feel kind of like I'm stuck in a situation where I'm not feeling fulfilled... I was content with that before I learned about the cheating and her lying to me, but ever since that it's harder for me to accept her not putting in effort or prioritizing our marriage and responding to all of my efforts.

Hey all,
So my daughter has been doing/acting very odd recently... I am single parent, my baby mama is still in the picture though, so we co-parent very well, and our daughter has got to be the closest thing to an angel that I've ever met. Every other week my daughter goes to her mothers, and due to her work schedule being so hectic, she has to take her to daycare 5 days out of the week.
Apparently, the daycare that she goes to is ran by a lady in her mid to late 30's, possibly early 40's, and is being ran in her house, which truly isn't an issue, I know that many people do that, my aunt included when she did run a daycare. I guess the lady's husband had just recently gotten out of prison, but she sent him divorce papers while in prison, although I don't really know exactly what ever happened regarding the divorce. I don't remember what the crimes were that he committed, but he sat in prison for about a decade, all I know is a few of them were violent, and I am pretty sure one or two involved selling drugs.
I am not sure if he is still in the picture, I don't know if he is at the house while the lady is running the daycare, but all I do know is his daughter has been doing some very very odd things. I am curious if this is at all normal, or if not necessarily "normal", then just curious if anyone elses child has done similar things...
First, I was lying on the bed with my daughter watching movies with her and trying to put her to sleep for a nap. Well, I asked "Are you getting tired Monkey? (that's her little nickname, lol) and she said, "Yes daddy I am" Then yelled out "GOODNIGHT GG" (GG is grandmas nickname), then i say, "Okay hun, give me a hug and smooch goodnight." So I hugged her, kissed her cheek, then turned my face so she could give him a little peck on the cheek.. Well instead of that she went and licked my neck like 2-3 times, the started sucking on my neck, and I jumped up and felt sick to my stomach for a second and said, "Honey what are you doing?! You've never done that before, where did you learn that? We DO NOT do that to people EVER, okay?" and she said "Okay dada" with a sad almost confused face...
Second, my daughter has always had problems getting rashes from her diapers and has to wear very specific ones and has medication that has to be put on her front and back side when she gets her diapers changed... I know that they're very painful and they look very painful, enough pain that she would actually take her pants and diaper off herself instead of saying she "went pee pee or poo poo".. And it's just a very sensitive area, so once we got her the medical cream to put on it really helps a lot... Come to find out this daycare NEVER changes her diapers, not sure if that's a normal thing or not, I'm not the most informed on that stuff, but I would think that they would? Anyways, the other day when I was changing her diaper, I was using the wet wipes to clean everything up, and before putting the diaper on, I started to add the medication... Mind you, this has been going on for months, so she is used to it at this point, but this time I did it she responded VERY different... It used to be painful to the touch and would cry hysterically until it was finished. This last time, she started giggling and laughing and said, "Dada stop you're not supposed to do that!" and I was just taken aback, speechless and I'm thinking about 20 different horrible things.
Also, I forgot to mention... The lady who runs the daycare will have friends over while watching these children, not family, but people that she goes to the bar with, friend groups that she is close to and whatnot, and so far, that's all that I know of in regard to that. Who knows what else this lady has going on in that house. So, I asked a friend what he thought of that, he asked for the lady's husbands/ex-husbands full name so he could look up his charges and whatnot, but I don't know the information. I wanted to see if any crimes that were committed or even past charges were anything to do with CSC or any pedophile shit.
This has been bothering me all week since this stuff started happening, and it REALLY bothers me. I am having lunch with my baby mama to discuss what to do... One thing that we know for sure is she is NEVER going back to that daycare, but she has been going for two years now, it's just very odd that it began happening once the Ladys ex came home from prison.
Anyone have any personal experiences that were similar? Is this something normal?? I've never heard of a child doing this, especially a 2-and-a-half-year-old. I am literally praying that no harm came to my daughter, as would any other parent... I would literally... well I won't even say it, but I would **** someone if they EVER did something to that little angel. I just am looking for some advice, maybe some similar things happening to anyone else, and IF there was something that happened, what steps should be taken? I am thinking that this is worst case scenario, but I really don't want to jump to conclusions and do something that I would regret.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, I appreciate any and all feedback!!

I'll try to keep this short but I tend to yap a lot so I'm sorry if this is unnecessarily long. Regardless I [18F] have been dating my boyfriend [20M] for a solid 6 months. When we first met things went really well, we bonded on a lot of things such as similar interests, morals, hobbies etc. Although, early on I noticed that I would be the one mostly opening up about my past/current things in my life[which isnt anything on him, i just sometimes trust way to easily]. When it came to him discussing his past/ current life events it would take a while for him to mention it and usually it would take someone else asking him for him to discuss recent things at the very least. Which I didn't mind initially since I want him to take his time opening up to me. As of recent, he's been acting very distant, in early April he all of a sudden let everyone know in our shared server that he would be taking a break for two weeks or so. When the announcement went out and I saw it, I messaged him and asked if he was alright, he was vague and said he was just burnt out. So I gave him some space and I only messaged him once during that time as a little "Hey hope you're doing well, make sure you take care of yourself." Etc, etc. After the two weeks he came back for a day and then later after I fell asleep made another announcement about needing more time, which he said he wasn't sure how long he'd be gone for. So I again gave him that space. However, as of now during this extended break he asked to talk to me over text, which was a day after my really close friend who I've known irl since I was a kid, told me that he had asked her about some advice about our relationship. My friend of course asked "Well do you still love her?" And he apparently said yes. However, when he asked to talk he typed out this paragraph[which I'll summarize as best as possible since I don’t really wanna look back at our old messages since the wound is still fresh] but he basically said he didn't love me and didn't know what to do, he also briefly elaborated on some other issues that may be causing him to feel this way such as family, work, etc. We discussed it briefly over text and I asked if we could take a break, which he agreed to. After the fact I talked with said close friend and she of course like any friend was upset and told me that I needed to focus on myself and distance myself from him. Which I did, initially we had matching pfps that I drew for the both of us which I abruptly changed[he ofc did the same]. Later I asked if we could discuss things properly over the phone instead of over text since I felt hurt by not being able to have a proper conversation over the phone. He agreed but come the day of the our phone call he blew me off to hang out with friends, I being hurt at the time snapped a bit and asked if I really wasn't good enough for a proper conversation which he with the same attitude as me responded that he forgot and the plans with friends were last minute. So I let it go and asked if we could take the next day, which we managed to. The conversation summarized was basically me asking what changed etc. Etc. To which he explained his reluctance to be honest about his past because of what he'd done prior[which I'm not going to touch on too much out of respect for him] apparently though everytime he was honest with a partner about his past they became distance or ended things right then and there. Which Depending on what it is my opinion on him isn't going to change, since a lot of my family has done similarly terrible things so it's not like I haven't heard it all before. Regardless, I'm not going to pry for his past, however I feel like he's letting his past hold him back and not allowing himself to be happy for once even though it all happened a while back. The main reason why I'm only putting this here now is because recently I had my senior prom which was last Saturday, and like anyone I posted pictures to our shared server, now usually when he's on these breaks he never ever responds to anything in the server, but when I posted pictures of me in a dress with full glam he immediately responded with "I love it". Which gave me mixed signals, so as a bit of a hail marry I decided to text him to see if he wanted to hang out which he immediately responded back with "sure". So when I got home late we hopped on a game for a bit which ended abruptly when he decided he wanted to play something else for a while, which I didn't mind since we stayed on party vc. I'll admit when he got off the game I wanted to play with him I sighed and he ofc asked me what was wrong and I just used the classic "nothing I'm just tired, or I don't wanna talk about it excuses." He took me at my word initially and left, he came back a little while later and told me that he knew something was wrong and be wanted me to tell him and be honest. So I did, I explained that I was confused on what we are and he was honest with me and said "I don't really know right now, but I know I'm not gonna find someone I relate to as much as you." I of course kinda froze at that not knowing how to feel with the sudden affection so I just kinda awkwardly laughed and said something along the lines of "Okay, you don't need to lie to make me feel better." Which he responded with something along the lines of "I'm serious though, it's gonna be hard to find anyone I relate to as much as I do with you." Then as the night progressed he casually made flirtatious comments as well as calling me babe again for the first time in a while, which I'll admit I didn't reciprocate the nicknames since it didn't feel right to call each other that after everything. After that night I just don't know how to feel, I'm just worried he's moving on and doesn't wanna be mean to me by breaking up with me, so he doesn't until he finds someone else. I don't think he is but as a chronic over thinker I can't help but worry, especially since I've never been so serious about someone, but everyone I know around me is telling me he's not worth the time and I should break up with him and move on. However, not only do I not want to, I really want to make things work. I just hope that he doesn't see this as I don't want to worry him or anyone else in our friend group, and I've already bugged my two friends a bunch about this already, but I don't wanna tell them about Saturday since I know I'll get shit from them since they want me to move on and find someone else.
[TLDR: Boyfriends become distant because of his past and stresses within his life[eventually telling me he didn't love me anymore and didn't know what to do chasing us to go on a break] and friends around me are telling me to move on etc. Etc. But I love him a lot and want to make things work, especially after he started showing me affection again last Saturday.]

I (24 F) have always struggled with understanding/processing and conveying my emotions to others. One of my biggest issues is controlling my tone of voice when I'm in an off mood or when I'm displeased with something. This has never been much of a problem in my life until I got with my now partner (27 M). We have been together for 5 1/2 years and have been living together for almost a year. Throughout our relationship we have encountered instances where my tone of voice when answering questions or just responding in conversation has sounded displeased even if I'm not. A lot of the time I am just in an aggravated mood in general or I'm tired, but it always becomes a big thing and ends up hurting my partner. It's something that I wish I could stop doing because even if I am upset I don't want to take it out on him or anyone else who is not deserving of such treatment. I know how badly it can feel because it is something my mom frequently did/does (I am not exposed to it as often since I moved away) and I hate that I have ever made him or anyone feel that way. I think this is also the reason no one has ever called me out on this behavior. I guess it's common behavior within my immediate family at this point since we all learned from my mother and I've never had a relationship as emotionally deep or serious as the one I have with my boyfriend before where my emotions may come out like that. I think it's something I do when I become comfortable with someone but it's not a behavior I'm comfortable keeping around with anyone. This is a behavior that I really want to unlearn so I guess I am mostly looking for advice on ways I can try to tackle this. Thanks in advance!

I stumbled across this video, yesterday, and, it took me by surprise when it said, "The Greek Gods existed in the Mycenaean Age. I'm sorry if everybody actually knew this already. But I was taken aback by it.
A part of the reason why I feel a certain way, is b/c I grew up on Christianity, and the Christian god is supposed to be the oldest God. This might be evidence that the Greek Gods are actually far older than the Christian God.
Even if you were to ONLY go by the torah only, the torah was composed in 250 BCE. The Mycenaean Age was from 1700-1100 BCE. (I used the whole age b/c from my understanding, it's mostly an oral tradition. I also prefer an oral tradition than a written tradition. Like when it comes to the modern tellings of these stories, I don't think the ancient Gods hate them. I think the ancient gods actually love the modern retelling of them, as long as you're not trying to insult them or humiliate them. But if you're telling these stories in their honor, I think it'll make them happy. Like, when I drew the Gods, I can feel their happiness.)
But, idk, the aforementioned video was a shocker. Poseidon was the king of the underworld. Hades didn't exist. Hermes didn't exist. Persephone pre-dates Hades. Not only does Persephone pre-dates Hades, but she had a different name all together.
It's just a lot to take in. The video seems to be made by an atheist that just likes the folklore, so she's rather harsh on Zeus.
My take on Zeus. The way I view it, nobody considers the Christian God a rapist (except for anti-theists.) In Christian traditions, Mary being pregnant by God puts her in a very high honor. Many Christians worship Mary b/c she was the mortal chosen by God.
More likely than not, back during that time period, sleeping with a God was considered an extremely high honor. I can only surmise this by how Christians treat their God. Nobody goes, "Does Mary consent to having baby Jesus?"
From my understanding Semele gets to hang out at Mt Olympus because she gave birth to Dionysus, and IO has became an Egyptian Goddess. Sleeping with a god puts you in high regard. (I haven't read any of the original work. I've read the toned down versions of it. In the versions I've read, Zeus doesn't rape anybody. Everytime he cheated on Hera, the other woman consented.)

I’m currently dating someone for 3months who started giving me the ick ever since I’ve realized how much of a cheapskate he is, before he got fired from wok due to his constant lateness and slacking (he slept through a meeting and his manager had to wake him up, his excuse was that the meeting was boring) he had a very decent salary and a side hustle buying l$d in bulk and resell it for profit (he did lied to me about it and said he gets no profit from it) however, he refuses to pay for dates, he paid for 2 dates in 3 months he often asks me for money whether it’s for cigarettes or taxi or groceries, at first he wanted me to lend him money and when he realized i don’t lend money he start using other ways to get it from me , he invited me over once and told me how much he wants to cook for me and run errands together only to ask me how much money I got for the groceries, mind you I was out of job back then and barely getting by, I confronted him about it he told me this relationship is 50-50 sometimes I cover and sometimes you do the covering, I told him when did you ever covered for anything I always pay for myself, he said I will never ask you for money, he seems to only have money when there is a fancy occasion like dinner with his coworkers or my friend’s birthday, money to pay for himself ofc,
we went out to have lunch and paid for myself cause his food coupons have not arrived from his previous job, and when I told him to come with me to my friend’s birthday he immediately told me that he gave a call to someone who owes them money and now they can afford to come, what a coincidence, did I mention that he is filthy AF?? He rarely showers and his room is soo dirty it smells, food tossed all over, dirty sheets you name it But after our discussion he began to clean it every day and offered to split the price of my friend’s gift, he wants us to get engaged in the summer but all this made me question everything, he is sooo lazy as well, he doesn’t drive around and my friend was supposed to pick us up, instead of taking a cab to my place, he walked mid through and called me to meet him halfway, I was wearing platform sandals and a summer dress and the sun was scorching it was 29C outside, I told him hell no, you come over here.
Anyway, I can go on and on about this but do tell me can he be redeemed?? I confronted him and broke up with him, told him he is cheap and filthy, he came by my house to meet and told me he never meant to do me wrong and that is applying for jobs in programming and once he gets back on his feet he will start treating me better and pay for dates, he said that he cleans his house everyday now and that I never gave him the chance to see for myself, he even paid me back some of the money he took from me and paid for the coffee, I also confronted him about buying L$D in bulk and selling it double the price (he wouldn’t admit this to me and gaslit me about I found out from a friend, i guess now it makes sense where all his money is going, in shitty financial decisions) he said he won’t do it again but now I’m icked beyond repair, how can I end things with him smoothly???

Anyone that’s followed my posts on here knows that this hasn’t been easy for me.
Hell… it’s not easy for anyone. Not a single one of us were prepared for what we’re going through and know how to go about it.
Personally it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever went through and it’s still not really letting up. It’s not easing up because it’s either the next “last” thing or it’s the first thing “new” thing.
As an example my kids and I just met my wife’s girlfriend and her kids for the first time a few days ago. I was not looking forward to it, dreaded it for weeks as the days counted down. As we got closer to the destination where we were meeting up my anxious tick of rubbing my fingers and thumb together started going crazy and I was nearly in tears because the trip there was the last I would see us as my old family and once we got there I would witness the start of their new family. (Just for context I was invited to come, not forced.) it was extremely hard. The girlfriend and I were both really nervous so we didn’t really speak but were polite and my wife and her were caring enough not to be super coupley in front of me because they didn’t want to make it any harder on me which I appreciate. It was very difficult but I made it through. And the girlfriend’s kids were awesome and our kids practically made new best friends with them. They even let me play with them and I got an unexpected hug and got to joke around with them. This isn’t what I wanted by any means but they included me in this new “first”, not in a hateful throw it in my face kind of way but in a “you can and we would like you to be involved in this” kind of way. I’m not being forgotten, I’m not being tossed to the side like trash. This is just how it is now but I’m able to be involved if I wish to be. I was even told about a conversation my ex and her gf had about gfs son when he grows older who’s going to teach him how to shave (I never actually thought about that before) and the gf asked my ex if maybe I would be willing to teach him when the time came. And honestly I think I’d be okay with that. Although the day really hurt and was really tough and I never would want anyone to go through this, it ended up being I think a success. I made it through, they were considerate of me, and the kids loved it.
But…… just the day before I blew out my voice because I had been made so angry I had to go for a drive to try and calm down and not explode around my kids. While driving I just started screaming and ended up ruining my voice. That was 4 days ago and it’s still pretty bad.
There’s bad days and worse days. And if you’re lucky every now and then there’s a good day. 7 months in people are finally coming out and quieting showing me support through texts and telling me their thoughts and hopes that I’ll be okay and saying they care about me. This whole time I’ve only heard support for her for the most part. It’s finally feeling like I haven’t been forgotten in all of this and what I’m going through is being acknowledged and I’m being told their proud of me for what I’ve done and how I’ve done it. It doesn’t fix anything but it feels nice to finally be seen a bit in all this.
And then today is my birthday. And I woke up with my youngest coming into the living room telling me happy birthday as I climbed off my couch/bed. I was given gifts by my family, my kids and my ex. And we’re spending the day doing some stuff together.
This post might seem like it’s all over the place because…. It is. And that’s the type of “journey” we’re going to have through all of this. It’s all ups and downs, back and forth, bad/baddeworst/ and hopefully some good here and there. It’s fucking crazy and doesn’t make sense.
But my main purpose of this post is that I want to remind everyone that everyone’s journey is going to be different. I think I’ve said before that my situation is unique in a unique situation. I’m not dealing with just a normal divorce, I’m dealing with a divorce where my wife came out as gay, and not only that but we had a good marriage were we worked well together and weren’t fighting, but also were trying to make this all work out and us still be best friends while being good for the kids. Not everyone’s scenario is going to be like mine, we have different goals, different endings, different path, and all of this with different people.
I’ve been told by many many people that I should pretty much burn my ex at the stake, take the kids and run, she’s the devil and is a horrible person, and whatever. That’s not necessarily my scenario or my/our goal in all of this so that advice doesn’t help. But in some cases for others that may be the advice that’s needed.
All this to say, do what is best for you in your situation. Do what’s best for yourself and your specific relationships. We’re all in this together but remember we are all in different places coming from different unique situations in our unique situations.
I know I’ve got ALOT more pain still to go through, I’m not past all of this yet. I have a lot more new “firsts” to navigate. Come tomorrow I might be back on here crying.
But that’s okay.
And it’s okay for all of you to be crazy and feel different every day/houminute/second.
Try and be kind and patient. It’s a lot easier said than done but just keep trying.