Tri cities busted

Tldr: my boyfriend and I are still happy and in love but have fundamental differences that come between us. His mental health struggles come between us and I don’t know how to save our relationship when it feels over
I have been in a relationship with my (F20) boyfriend (M21) for 5 years. We’re high school sweethearts. So while a lot of our relationship was when we were young and emotionally immature at times we have been there for such a big huge part of our lives and growing up. He lived with me in my parents home for a year before we did some travelling (separate and alone for 6 months) and then we moved out together to a bigger city where we’ve been for a year
He is my absolute best friend. He is my team, my biggest supporter and I love him very truly. We have our routines, we know each other inside and out, and it’s so comfortable to be around him. He truly is the sweetest and most caring. But I’m worried our relationship is over and I don’t know how/if I can salvage it
He had a really tough childhood and never processed a lot of these really hard things and that comes between us in terms of communication and also ways he copes/sees the future. He can be pessimistic and often has comments about how terrible things in the world are and how there’s no point in working towards certain things. After so long of trying to help him/be his therapist when he refuses to see one I feel burnt out and triggered when he complains about these things because for once I just want him to feel like he has hopes and dreams for us. I find that I have a shorter temper and I have these triggers from same conversations over and over. I like to communicate things out and he likes alone time to think and it often comes between us. I feel so unfair getting frustrated with him and I also feel frustrated that I ask for change and for him to take care of himself and see a therapist and he won’t. We just end up in the same arguments and then “moving on” only to find ourselves back where we started. I don’t blame him at all because I understand how hard it is to struggle with mental health and I want to always support him but I also want him to put the effort in to become better.
I do not want to end this relationship and neither does he but can we save this? How?

What makes Bayern the greatest club in the world? First, Bayern, with its accomplishments and achievements. What makes us great is that we have balls, and we're not just talking regular balls here, no sir, we're talking industrial-grade, titanium-coated spheres of audacity! "Balls of steel," and we aren't afraid to put it on the chopping block time and time again to prove to anyone they are made out of steel. Let's look at examples where we constantly put our balls of steel on the chopping block.
Exhibit one: We fired our coach a mere days before a showdown with City in the Champions League and hired a new coach. That's how much we have balls of steel; we don't care about anything. And don't fool yourselves; that's not where our mountain of manhood ends. Not only did we hire this new coach, we rode him good and hard. After we scared Dortmund like the little bitches they are with our big ironclad balls, from clinching the Meisterschale after 10 years, we decided to fire our coach even after having the greatest season in our entire football history. And why? That's right, again because we got balls of steel. So yeah, we decided to get rid of the best coach in our history. After using him, we decided to part ways with him and get, not just get, but snatch the new coach from around the block. And why? Because we are Bayern, the baddest pimps there ever will be! And we can do anything we want. And any coach in this world wants to work with us; hell, they even cry themselves to sleep to work with us. And nobody is stupid enough to reject us. And don't fool yourselves again; that's not just how good of a badass pimp we are. Not only did we part ways with our amazing once-in-a-lifetime coach in the middle of February, we made him stay until May and work his ass off and try to clinch the Champions League and the Meisterschale after firing him. Although our great once-in-a-lifetime coach failed, we weren't even mad at him because, after all, we are Bayern, the kindest, most generous team in the world. And we don't want to hog all the titles to ourselves. After all, what is the point if we don't spread some of our fortunes to the unfortunates! We're so kind that we're even trying our damn hardest to become a mid-tier team to spare our opponents' feelings, from the all success we are having. How noble of us, right? This is how kind we are!
Another exhibit of how we keep swinging our big balls made out of steel in to the chopping block, like the greatest showmen we still are. Like I told you, we decided to part ways with our once-in-a-lifetime amazing coach in February, and we dragged our balls on the floor for anyone to hear what we are packing. Our big ironclad balls making a "clung...clung...clung..." sound each time they hit the floor as we walk with our iron balls out in the open for anyone to see. And why? Again, because we can, and plus, we wanted to entertain ourselves and to become the envy of all teams around the universe. To show them we don't settle for one coach, we are badass pimps. We juggle coaches right and left. We are not a laughing stock like them who settle for one coach for five years or 10 years. We like to live on the edge, our motto "keep them guessing." Plus, we don't do our business in private like a scared little bitch. I mean, think about it, why even bother hiding when you have big balls made out of steel? And so, now we flirted with the Leverkusen coach, and we decided the coach isn't even in our league. We decided to ignore the coach, give the coach the cold shoulder, and decided to look to other coaches. And just like the first, we teased them with the opportunity of coaching us, and just enough, when they begged and pleaded to be our coach, we kept discarding them away, turning them into a laughing stock one by one. After all, we are Bayern, and nobody is good enough for us! Now, not only are we breaking the hearts of those meh coaches, we are even making the coaches that have never been looked at by any great team like us, giving them a chance, rizzing them with the idea we are a mid-club, and they are the only ones who understand us and who can pull us out of the state we are in, and so on.
Now, if you are still here and haven't taken a moment to vomit all over your keyboard and type out nasty things to say, like a drunken idiot over my sarcasm, but instead have decided to keep reading or, at the very least, keep your negative opinion to yourself as a sensible, decent human being should do, then good for you!
Here is the thing, bitch! As Einstein once said, "The basic requirement for stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different outcomes." Let's get one thing clear: this board doesn't want to fix the main issues we have. All they want to do is just repeat the same thing over and over again and expect different outcomes. I mean, if the requirement now is getting coached by Guardiola to be a Bayern coach, then why not get Basti or Philipp Lahm? Lahm is thought to be the smartest player, higher IQ and such and such, you know. It makes me think of Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and Man United. His only downfall was his lack of coaching tactics; he floated the team because he knows the club, the identity, and its culture... Let's get one thing clear: I don't care about Vincent Jean Mpoy or want to know the fuck who Kompany is. Don't get me wrong; he could be a cool dude, but I don't want to know him at the expense of Bayern. And besides, I'm tired of hearing those lame jokes about Kane! Plus, imagine if we proposed him an offer and he said no! That would be a good old kick to the balls! Wait, now I think about it, if he said no, does that mean their search parameters increase to random people who watched Guardiola on the pitch?! If so, interesting.
Most of you didn't find the idea of Arsene Wenger appealing; someone said big clubs didn't try to hire him, and at this point, as if we are, and I am saying this with the most sadness I can muster, and some of you even said he stepped away from coaching for a long time. Besides, weren't we considering Zizou after he stopped coaching three years ago, albeit he won the Champions League consecutively... And besides, I like to believe Arsene Wenger's poor performance in his later years was due to his constantly selling of top players and not losing his knowledge of football. Listen, I keep mentioning Arsene Wenger because I believe in my heart he could have really fixed the real problems we have at Bayern; it could have been a fairytale story of a forgotten washed-out coach gets a chance to coach a big club like Bayern again and he turns things around the club for good and so on and so on. But hey, life is not a movie; we don't get what we want in this world, and life keeps going... Even Rangnick was a good choice before he declined. In all honesty, I don't know much about Rangnick's style of play, but I knew he can scout good players. Plus, we could have gotten a Leipzig type of deal with him, him becoming a caretaker until we found a coach that would stay at the very least for five years and given us stability.
Listen, I know we don't have options at this point, and honestly, I don't care about Arsene Wenger nor Rangnick for that matter, but we could have considered coaches of their stature to fix the real issues and avoid getting a headache for the next 10 or 20 years. But instead, we are thinking about signing Vincent, the fuck who Kompany! Oh, I love my club! And by the way, if we sign Kompany, like my countrymen say, "እሰይ ይበለን።" At this point, why even bother.

I have tried searching here and didn't find an answer - is there a general "survive a big hit" function? I'm aware that Ogata has a pilot ability that says he survives with 1 HP, but I've several times seen him take a huge hit from near-100% health and fall to 5 HP, not 1 HP. The other Gen 1s have done the same (usually they punch a Hi-Quad and get railgunned before they can move again). I see that a "you are at low health" dialogue triggers at like 30 percent. Have I just been lucky that nobody got blown up?
Similarly, there's a bonus file requirement that no sentinels were "immobilized" - I've earned this even when I've had the above happen (Ogata to 5 hp, run away, hop out, repair, rejoin the battle), so what is "immobilized" if it's not that? Is there some state where they have to hop out in the middle of a Deimos pack instead of running away first if they drop to 0 hp?
I'm not postgame, I'm on the third city area on the hardest difficulty.

"You should go to Hallett. We went last year and it was fun. A good track for Miata's"
My friend Gerry the Texan who along with his team brings several Miata's to races all over from Road America to Houston to Seibring. It's a great bunch of people who are having a blast racing Lemons. He told me that and it got me to thinking. We wanted to go to a new track this year and after the disappointment at Barber going somewhere and having some fun sounded good. Also Hallett is noted for having a smaller field so we could be competitive. I always say that Barber is more like a pro level Lemons race in that it attracts the faster and better prepped teams. Road America was like that too.
But first we have to fix the car. As typical, we wait until the race is almost upon us to start. There's the matter of how bad the car is bent from the last race where Manny hit the wall. They thought it was good but we need to check this.
After pulling the rear sub frame in hopes of replacing it we learn that a 90 is a bit different than a 91 subframe or a 2001 subframe. Supposedly it all interchanges but after looking over the differences, Youngest adds a few reinforcements at places the internet gurus say are the weak points and we put the rear end together and put it back in the car. Then we check the alignment. To my great surprise the rear camber and caster is spot on. I was shocked, but the crew did a great job that night fixing the car while it was up on jack stands. Using just a tape measure they got the car really close. Toe was out but the borrowed porta powers got the bent subframe where it needed to be.
We changed the oil and brake fluid, bled the system where we took the rear apart to drop the subframe.
Another project we attempted was to swap in a larger fuel tank. Manny who has been helping with the repairs found a article on the internet that said you could bolt in a NB fuel tank out of a 2001 or so Miata and gain a gallon of fuel capacity. Yeah, that is not possible. The tank has a hump where the car does not and would involve cutting a hole in the car which would be a bit noticeable. Not worth it for such a little gain. Good news is I now have two extra NB tanks if anyone needs one. A gallon would not seem to be that much but we are still dreaming of two stopping the car at certain tracks, stretching our mileage to only stop every two hours and 25 minutes and make a seven hour day with one less stop. It's not all about raw speed, strategy can make a difference. One less stop per day could potentially add ten laps in a weekend of racing at certain tracks.
After we got the subframe in and the car aligned Youngest pulled it all apart again. He was not happy with the bushings holding the rear differential in place. The rear has to move a bit so it is not solid mounted, it actually can pivot a slight bit. He felt the bushings holding it were letting it move too freely.
Once again we put the car back together.
All during this time Manny and FabGuy have been working hard on a new car. Manny got a little crazy on Co-part. First one Miata shows up at our shop. Then another. Then another. I started joking with the guys "Hi I'm Manny, I might have a Miata addiction". Yeah. So after a lot of looking we have three wrecked cars, one being a automatic that was absolutely destroyed. It had zero good body panels and even the front subframe was pushed back where it had got up on something in a wreck. I think the only things we saved off that car was a rear axle, engine, transmission and the hard top which was cracked but usable.
We then robbed enough body parts off of one to put on the other so we ended up with a mostly maroon car with a drivers side red fender, red door and silver hardtop. I say we but all we did at the shop was to take the cars apart, everything else went to Manny's garage where he and FabGuy installed the cage and built the car. They did bring it over a time or two to put in the air to install a few parts or when we aligned it. The build and fitment were top notch on the car, lots of nice parts went in, like a better seat and belts than we use on our Miata. Like most builds they were literally bolting parts to it the night before we loaded the car to head west.
Finally both cars are prepped and it's time to get on the road. Manny has a business where he uses two rollbacks and moves cars mostly to and from car lots and auction lots. So he gets the newer one of the two trucks and shows up at the shop Thursday morning. RacerGuy and I are already there and have hooked our camper to RacerGuys truck. I am leaving my trucks at home, but taking our race trailer and our camper. The plan is to hook the camper to RacerGuys diesel F250 and hook the race trailer to Manny's newish Chevy 4500.
The plan nearly goes off the rails when Manny shows up and I get to looking at his truck. Being in the business I can't not help but look at tires. His drives are terrible, two are bald, one is soft and one showing wire. I go to air up one of the bald ones and it's not having it. Air is leaking out as fast as it was going in. In Manny's defense his employee was driving this truck and Manny had not seen it in weeks. I had already loaded tire tools and extra spare tires for every truck and trailer in the caravan except RacerGuy's truck and I would have got a spare for it too if I had thought about it. With nothing else to do, we all jump in and start busting tires. Forty five minutes later we have four new drives on the truck and we are in a much better spot to make the long drive. I hadn't done any big truck tires for a long time, sold that part of the business. Still got it, just like riding a bike.
We find I40 and start clicking off miles. Manny has already told us the limiting factor which is that GM put a really tiny fuel tank in his truck so we are forced to stop every 160-180 miles for fuel. It slows us down but it's not all bad, we find a roadside BBQ joint that looks like a camper up on blocks that has a huge parking lot and a ton of customers lining up. Of course we try it out, the best BBQ comes from little places like that, not the ones with massive buildings.
We cross Arkansas and I think it was the first time I ever went that way westbound on 40. Came back the other side when we brought the box truck back where we bought it in California. We finally make Oklahoma and bent north to go to Tulsa. Did not see the Tulsa King anywhere, stopped in a Super Walmart and stocked up on groceries for the weekend. Hallett is in the middle of nowhere, so we are planning on eating at the track.
We get there and make our way into the paddock. This will be the first time we have every camped inside the track. They have a cross over with gates that close during when the track is hot and a tunnel for access when the gates are closed. The tunnel looks kind of tight, I'm happy to not test the posted height limits. It says our trailers should fit. Yeah we will wait.
We hustle to get the camper leveled and the generator cranked up. For the next three days it will run non-stop to keep the fridge cold and our lights on. We run the a/c but for the most part temps are very nice.
The next morning we are up and on the road after the drivers meeting. We go to Pawnee, take in some sights then hit Stillwater for some parts and pieces at a hardware store. We also gas up all our empty gas cans so we are ready for race day.
Back at the track Manny and Fabguy are unloading their car off the back of the rollback. It was nice carrying one and towing one car. They go out and practice a bit, come in and make some changes then go out again. It's a new build and everyone has realistic expectations about the car. We are all expecting issues as it takes a while to find the weak spots and fix them.
We get our car out and practice. We send three of the four drivers out and have them run a few laps. I'm about to get ready and go out when RacerGuy comes in and says he felt something pop. We get to looking and the adjuster is gone off the alternator. Look a little more and the bolt has broken off in the alternator. So we have a spare motor in the trailer but it is missing the adjuster. Looks like we need the adjuster, the bolt and the alternator. We make a few visits around the paddock to look for parts but none of the other Miata teams have what we need. Youngest goes into the trailer and in a small miracle finds the adjuster laying under the spare motor loose. He and Coach head into Tulsa on a parts run while Manny agrees to put me into their car for a few laps so I can get a feel for the track. I've watched a hundred laps on Youtube but nothing is like actually driving the track. I go out and don't push things too hard. It is a very worn surface with some patches, particularly in the groove of turn two. Manny's car drives a lot different than ours, you can really tell you have more power and grip. Their tires are a lot wider as well as having 30-40 more hp. They have been working on the car all day and just finished taking off the lines where they installed a remote oil filter, they were not Lemons grade and were leaking.
Just before dark Youngest gets the parts on the car. We also install a helmet blower, we are going to try to use the air to defrost the windshield. All reports indicate rain is coming Sunday.
Then it's dinner time. Our friends from Minnesota have brought pure Lemons art down in the form of a Chrysler Magnum wagon powered by a slant 6 that is mid mounted. It is a engineering feat and runs out nicely. Adam the team leader and I have been planning and they are cooking for us for tonight and we are cooking for them Saturday night. They show us up by putting on a feed with steaks and salad. I'm feeling bad about the fact we are serving hamburgers, coleslaw and potato salad the next night. It was great.
Saturday morning dawns and we are up and moving around. I give up waiting on a shower as the line is too long inside and try the outdoor shower. It has no roof, just walls. It was ok. The next morning I tried it again and it was freezing, no hot water!
I skip breakfast and get ready to get in the car. I want to get on the grid early as I still am not feeling great about the track. The laps in Manny's car did not give me much to make me feel really attuned to the track as I was learning both the car and the track at the same time. I want all the practice laps I can get in our car. The line up is me, Youngest, Coach and then RacerGuy bringing up the finish for the day. FabGuy is gridded about ten cars behind us and he is under team orders to take it easy to start the race.
We get out and start doing pace laps. Soon enough it's green and the race is on. A few laps in Fabguy blasts by me. So much for taking it easy. Going into turn 2 I see a car off track. I mean he's not a little off the racing surface, he's 150 feet off the corner and just about in the tree line. I wonder what happened there. I am starting to get the hang of the track and pick up some speed. Then I mess up early on and miss the line completely going into turn 9 from 8 and run off the track. I fire the car back up and quickly exit and head to the penalty box.
"what happened?'
"I missed the line and ran out of asphalt and talent all about the same time"
The judge kind of laughs, "keep it on the track" and sends me back out. Youngest has made it to penalty and looks the car over from my adventure in the dirt and grass and gives the go ahead. If you are going to mess up do it right at the entrance to pit road, it really cuts down your time off track!
I run clean the rest of the stint. I tiptoe around the corner I went off but run hard the rest of the track without pushing so hard I get off again. Then Youngest, then Coach. We are having one of the best days we have ever had at the track. Besides my adventure off track no one else has messed up. Our stops are clean and quick. Our times top to bottom are very similar and consistent. Something strange is happening. We are in the top 15 overall and since we managed to get put in B class we are doing very well. Only 50 cars at Hallett this weekend, the smallest Lemons field we have ever competed against.
Fabguy pulls off to go to the gas pumps. We are fueling on pit road but they are going to just fuel at the pumps this race. They aren't planning on winning anything so why go to all the trouble of getting all your gear on and doing hot pit stops? Fabguy comes off a little hot and the officials come over to tell them they were over the ten mph paddock limit. Manyy drives the car up to the penalty and Fabguy comes up and they are told they are good to go. Later Manny gets off the track and goes to penalty. They start in on him not serving the penalty for going too fast in the pits. "we served that penalty" The judge goes off "do you really want to argue about this" Later when they realize the team was right and the previous judge had not marked it off the offenders list before going on break. In a first the judge apologizes to them.
With about two hours left in the day their Miata is towed off. The engine is super hot and will not crank. All signs look bad. Later it cools off and will crank, but cranks with ease, signs of a engine that has lost all compression. Their weekend is done and Fabguy heads out to get a headstart on getting to work early Monday. The rest of us will pull an all nighter after the race Sunday.
I start doing the math and realize it's going to be very tight. We make our calcuations based on a normal 7 hour race day. Today is a 7.5 hour day which is a bit longer than normal when racing Lemons. I figured out the stints and got it wrong. We realize our mistake and run Coach a bit longer before we put in RacerGuy. It's going to come right down to the limit of our fuel mileage. We start planning dinner and cleaning up the paddock with about ten minutes to go when all the sudden we realize the car is not out there. We run to the pumps and find Racerguy there. He ran out and limped the car to the pumps but could not get all the way there. By the time we get the car pushed around to get fuel the race is over for the day. I feel like a total idiot, I could have ran another five minutes easily in the car in the morning and not had this problem.
But the good news is that somehow even after I went off the track and and then we ran out of gas was that we were still very good on the day. We had enough of a lead on the car behind us in Class B that we still had a 7 lap lead even after running out of gas. Even better our paddock mates in the Chrysler are putting a shellacking on Class C as well. Their Magnum wagon is running a Richard Petty scheme, they all have uniforms and the requisite trademark Petty cowboy hat and STP logos, only this time it means "Slow Through Paddock" signs and all. They actually shouted this out when doing the morning driving meeting when they were going over the rules. "STP, Slow through Paddock!" every time the officials discussed that rule in the drivers meeting.
We put everything away, rain is moving in. We are in shock about how well everything is going. Surely we will find a way to loose this race tomorrow. Will other cars be faster in the rain? Will we shoot ourselves in the foot and have poor driving and get multiple black flags? Will something break on the car which has been running great all day long? And who the heck is this Coach guy? All that and more when we wrap up this in the next part of this story. Stay tuned!

"Our perfect Father does not expect us to be perfect children yet. He had only one such Child. Meanwhile, therefore, sometimes with smudges on our cheeks, dirt on our hands, and shoes untied, stammeringly but smilingly we present God with a dandelion – as if it were an orchid or a rose! If for now the dandelion is the best we have to offer, He receives it, knowing what we may later place on the altar. It is good to remember how young we are spiritually." - Elder Neal A. Maxwell, That Ye May Believe, 1992, p.10
I just wanted to share a touching story from mission when I felt Heavenly Father turn my dandelion into a rose: (taken from my journal)
Today was a really rough day. We were working really hard but it was just one of those days when you gain a testimony that the adversary is real and he hates you. However, on such days, you also gain a testimony that God is real and he loves you.
We were on the #88 bus coming back from ________ towards the center of the city. As we got on the bus, we immediately saw it was full of school children (about 6th-8th grade) coming back from the 2nd shift of school. I was standing, talking to a woman sitting down who had helped us know which bus to get on, when I noticed an 8th grade girl, crying, right behind her. She was in hysterics, and several of her friends were trying to comfort her. But one by one, they gave up and sat down across the aisle, leaving only the girl and one of her friends sitting next to her. I watched as the girl, through tears and short breaths, explained to her friend whichever devastating event had happened that day (whether it was a family issue, a personal issue, a school issue, I don't know). The friend tried to comfort her, but the girl would burst into tears as she told then story, then would try to regain her composure, and then would burst into tears again.
It was during this time that I had the thought (and I am certain it was from the Holy Ghost): "You should draw her a picture to make her smile." My immediate response was, "No, that's a silly idea! A picture? Of what? A rose?!" Then, the words of our beloved former prophet Thomas S. Monson came into my mind: "Why... That would be a kind thing to do" ("A Legacy of Love and Service", Ann M. Dibb)
I excused myself from the conversation with the woman, and sat down in an empty seat across the aisle from the crying girl. I pulled a pen out of my jacket, and searched for a piece of scratch paper in my pockets. I didn't remember have a scratch piece of paper, but as I put my hand into my right jacket pocket, my fingers touched paper. I pulled it out, and recalled that earlier that day, I had had a specific prompting to grab that piece of paper (which had an investigator's Skype written on it) with plans to contact the investigator through Skype (that never ended up happening that day). I thanked Heavenly Father and tore off a small square. On the square, I drew a rose: not a very good one, but for someone with little artistic talent skill on a bumpy bus with a cheap black pen, it did the job. Then, I wrote the following: (in the country's language)
Here is a rose
To make you happy
And not to cry
Everything will be okay.
God loves you.
I tapped the young girl on the shoulder, and she turned around, surprised and with tears in her eyes. I handed her the note, and then stood up and returned to my companion's side in the middle of the bus. Behind my back, I heard the girl's friend let out a gasp of joy! I turned slightly, to see, and I saw that the girl was no longer crying. She had a smile on her face, and was trying not to hold back giggling (not the "a cute boy just handed me a note" kind of giggling, but the kind of giggling that happens when you were just inconsolable and something shocks you into happiness). She was showing her friend the note and soon all of her friends gathered around her to see what had brought such a smile to their friend's face. Pretty soon, others on the bus who sat around her began to ask what was on the note. An older woman who sat in front of them asked to see it. Before you knew it, almost half the bus had seen the note (or at least it felt that way).
Immediately after seeing her smile, I thanked Heavenly Father: "Thank you for doing such a wonderful thing for that girl, Father." A little while later, I glanced back at the girl and saw her looking down at the note, holding it in her hands, not taking her eyes off of it, with a smile on her face. I saw her friends look at me, and she smiled at me, and in her eyes were the words "Thank you". I thanked Heavenly Father again.
The rest of the ride into center was different. The girl joined the rest of her friends, and they laughed together as they talked about whatever 8th grade girls talk about. I tried to talk to a few people by us, but they weren't in a talking mood. As we got off the bus, I turned back once more and waved to the girl and her friend. They waved back. No tears. Just a smile.
Thank you, Heavenly Father. I felt more like an observer than a participant in the whole event. Thank you for what you did for her. She knows you love her. She felt your love. You were right. It was a kind thing to do.
At the end of such a difficult day, it felt like that was the only thing I had to offer, my "dandelion" which Heavenly Father had turned into a rose.

Hi all, I'm not sure how to write or explain this but I'm having real trouble dealing with the fact that I spent my years with my NEX trying to figure out how to move in together (we both had kids from previous relationships), also giving careestudy advice and support so she could get into the career she wanted, and of course spent a chunk of my money to support her during that period. This was what we planned early on but the timeline kept being stretched out and I didn't enforce boundaries like I should have.
Within a year after I reverse discard NEX, she married someone else and moved with him to another city, leaving her kids with their dad, though he was the bogeyman the entire time we were together. She also established herself in her career using the plan I put together for her in the first place.
So is it just my ego that's bruised? How can I process the mindfuck that I spent years trying to move in together yet this happened almost immediately with the new supply? I've read everywhere that they give the next target what they never gave you but how can I process that? Even though I'm happy with the way my life is since NEX, how do I deal with the kick in the gut this gives still me?

It's a little cringe choosing a city based solely on Dating(unless leaving a small town), but I keep seeing Dating mentioned in Posts, and all us single people are curious about dating. 99% of Men aren't gonna move to NYC, and 99% of Women aren't gonna move to Seattle. Most of us just regurgitate that one chart about singles, does that really matter day to day? Could it just be other cultural factors in a city?
Let's just all git this out of our system and try not to bash anyone too hard ...

I have one ticket (bought by accident) to the NYC radio city music hall 08/08 show that I am trying to sell. DM me if interested!

I’m absolutely panicking. I transferred doctors when I moved to a different city, and my new one wanted me to get a second anatomy scan done. I had one at 18 weeks and was told everything was fine. At the time of my most recent ultrasound, I was 32+5. Now I’m 34+2.
I had a follow up appointment before they had my ultrasound results in, so the doctor said that no news is good news and not to worry. However, I just got a call from the doctor because they finally got my results in and they need me to go in for another ultrasound with a specialist for further evaluation. The note from the doctor was extremely vague as to what they saw (or didn’t see) on the ultrasound. I called the nurse’s line and she said that she put an urgent note to try and get more information from the doctor.
I’m so emotional and my husband isn’t home. Has anyone else experienced this? Was your baby okay? I thought everything was fine, was told at 18 weeks when I saw my original doctor that everything was normal and she was healthy. I’m so scared and I’m not finding anything online about what could possibly be wrong or if this is normal.

Ok so my friend is coming to NYC for the first time ever on a layover before heading to South America. She has 14 hours in the city before her flight leaves, and asked if we could hang out.
While I'm more than excited to show her around, I am a bit at a loss of what I should squeeze into that small timeframe. 14 hours is definitely a chunk, but of course it isn't enough to see the whole city. I'm trying to come up with a rough plan/itinerary, accounting for the time she'll need to get back to the airport for check-in, as well as factors such as rain, temperature (it will be Mid-July, and travel distance between spaces (trying to see the WTC and Coney Island in one day would surely waste a lot of time due to travel.)
I'm thinking of staying in mostly lower Manhattan, what would you say are the top spots I must show her given the limited time frame? Additionally, is there a place she could leave her luggage at in JFK? I technically live in Union City, so it would be a hassle and a waste of time to lug all her stuff over to Jersey.

I lived in an extremely small town in the countryside, so everyone knew each other, went to each other's houses and so on, and there was a certain family, who lived further away from the center, who everyone loved, including my family, my best friend was hers.
And in mid-June or July 2018, they announced that they would move to the capital, and everyone was surprised because they always said they would never move, and that news affected me completely. They moved in mid-September, I managed to say goodbye to everyone, and my best friend, but he didn't have a cell phone, which meant I wouldn't have contact with him for a long time.
I wasn't there anymore, I didn't talk to anyone, I didn't want to leave the house, I didn't want to do absolutely anything anymore, just lie in my bed, lamenting, even if it wasn't going to come to anything.
The route I took to go to school was right in front of their street, and their old house was the last one, at the end of the street (it was a dead end street), I returned home at approximately 7:40 pm.
I remember to this day, It was Monday, I was coming home, it was already completely dark, when I went down the street, there were some streetlights lighting up the last house (my best friend's, who no longer lived there), and there, where the last streetlight projected the last light, the figure of a clown.
I was completely shocked and paralyzed, I didn't know what to do, I just stared at that thing, I could see some of the colors, his face was completely white, he had a look on his face completely serious, he wore a two-color outfit, a faded yellow, and what looked like a very light blue, or a green, and he held three balloons, one red, one blue, and one more yellow.
I thought it was just a bad joke, even though I was scared, I headed towards my house, when I got there, my mother was making dinner, I just greeted her, and went to my room watch a movie or series.
It wasn't even half an hour after I got home, I was lying in my bed, and the light went out, and darkness took over everything, at the same time I took out my cell phone and turned on its flash, and I'll walk around the house.
"mom" first time, "mom" second time, "mom" third time, on the fourth, the sound of a slamming door echoed like a very loud crash behind me, I turned around very quickly, to see the scene that would traumatize me the most to this day.
My mother, hanging from a rope, hanged, was covered in fresh blood, which suggests that it happened now, but I didn't hear anything! I have no idea how this could have happened.
Her organs were out, hanging, as were her eyes, bulging out of their sockets, and behind her, the clown, who smiled miserably.
I just started crying, crying and crying, I started running completely desperate through the streets, where I got a taxi, With great difficulty, I managed to give the address of my aunt and uncle's house, which was in another city, but was relatively.
As he saw my situation, for some reason he didn't make me pay, he just left me at my destination, and I frantically knocked on each door.
After a long time of talking, we were all crying, trying not to imagine what that stupid clown did to my mother, the mother I loved so much, I was only 11 years old.
After a few days, I had to go back to my old house to get the body, but since that happened, I've changed even more for the worse.
I cried all day, I didn't leave my room, I got bad grades (and I continued living with my aunt and uncle).
But nothing, absolutely nothing, takes away the image of that clown, smiling, while my mother was dead, right in front of him, I think I'm going crazy, Every corner I go, I keep seeing that clown, just like he was in my house.

Hi! I’m relatively new to playing the game legitimately (not spamming world wars and winning via nuclear holocaust) and would like to try to move to actually standing a chance in multiplayer. What are some of the best early game strategies ? Should I rush wonders or try to boost my science as much as possible or city growth etc?

Hi all, does anyone have experience with Iberia Airlines?
I have a flight from the O'Hare to Madrid tomorrow (IB6274) purchased through AA. This was a multi city flight (flying into Madrid on the 22nd-23rd, flying out of Barcelona on the 4th of June). If it matters, I'm a US citizen
I'm confused about my package allowance. When I look at my booking on the website, it states '1 baggage in hold'.
The ticket I received in my email (I am checked in) days 'checked baggage not included'
If I try to add a bag, it wants to charge me 90 USD which seems like it's the second bag price. I'm quite confused.
Looking at their fare structure, there are several economy types like 'Economy Basic, Economy Optional' etc etc, but my ticket just says economy.
So I'm really unsure what the status is of my checked bags. Anyone with knowledge about Iberia able to help me out?

We're a party of players who have never played before, I'm dming and a good chunk of stuff is homebrewed for my world so I'm not having issues with rules or anything. But my party doesn't feel like a party. We've played 4 session, planning number 5 for today. My issue is one of my players wanted to play a mysterious and gruff guard barbarian, my other player is an autistic librarian bard who was homeschooled (that's his basic vibe) and it's starting to feel like it's becoming a story centric to the bard. Not for lack of trying, I extend a million olive branches and try to lull the barbarian into interactions or even reacting to things. But his only response to literally everything is "He rolls his eyes and keeps walking" or "he doesn't even pay attention to it." The guide for their group even has a history with him, which I thought would allow for some more interactions. We all agreed on a more rp heavy campaign instead of more combat based. We still have some good combat, but everyone in the party wanted to focus on interactions and a more political state of things. I've tried talking to the player about his backstory, the things he likes or doesn't, or even how to create more interactions and he just keeps saying he doesn't know and when I ask him to think about it and get back to me he says he probably wont. Lately he's been saying he wants to kill the character off, but the party is currently in a place with near nothing. No civilization at all to run into a new character and induct them into the group. They won't reach civilization for another 2 sessions (the milestone is level 6 before reaching their first goal. I was going to start in the city they're traveling to but they asked for sessions about the travels first so I had to create a whole new story for the first half of the campaign right before we started.) and the "small bad" as I'm calling it, kinda the midpoint boss before they get to the city is a 3 character fight that's been tuned to their character skills. Do I kill him off and rush a low level character into the boss fight, or do I wait until they reach the city to give him a new character?
TL;DL: it's hard to get one of my party members to interact with the story or other players at all and I don't know if I should kill his character off right before the big bad to let him make a new lower level character, or do I ask him to continue playing as this one for next week's session as well?

DISCLAIMER: I am not very good to scale, every help is appreciated, thanks in case
So now let's start:
-AP/DURABILITY:
• Now MCU Hulk is actually pretty strong and he is a beast in terms of power, and really underrated in my opinion. He was able to launch a Chitaruri Warrior so hard that he never returned down, (basically he launched him in the space). Professor Hulk, which basically Hulk's strength and Bruce Banner's intelligence combined (so every feat that Normal Hulk and Professor Hulk scale to each other), was able, (quite easily) to launch a boulder in the atmosphere if not the space as well. This was found out to be a Multi-City Block+ level feat, this very impressive considering that Hulk did casually.
•Hulk is also able to destroy Leviathans' shell, which was unaffected by Rocket Raccoon weapons and Ironman Laser, that have a power of 200 petawatt, equivalent to 47,8 Megatons.
•Hulk fought also Thor during the events of "The Avengers", now during this movie Thor was weakened by dark magic, but he was still pretty powerful, like according to the director he could have easily beat him if he would and caused a mountain to quake by just dropping the Mjolnir on it. Thor also easily tanked a Unibeam at 475% by Ironman, which is Tony's most powerful weapon, that will put the Unibeam above his laser, to 52.5 Megatons, or City level+ (due to the close gap in power, which is roughly 1.09, I think it's a fair assumption). Since Thor took the beam at 475% we need to multiply the result for 4.75, so we will obtain roughly 254 Megatons, or Mountain level. But Thor also performed another incredible feat, in fact, according to the novelization of The Avengers, when he hit Cap's shield he shaked the world, which is a Small Country level feat, so when can conclude that Hulk is Small Country level as well.
•But there’s another aspect of Hulk's strength I still want to talk about , in fact Hulk strength increase with his rage. This is more clear in his battle against Thor during Thor: Ragnarok, where Hulk initially was being bodying by a Not-Weakened Pre-Awakening Thor, then became angrier and started to takes the upper hand until Thor Awakened his powers. Now we don't know if there's a limit or not to this boosts, but with his rage he should scale at least to Pre-Awakening Thor who performed a Country level feat.
NOW FOR SPEED:
•In terms of speed Hulk was able to keep up Abomination who catched a missile in midair, which are usual this fast and fought Thor who fought Loki who was able to keep pace with Captain America, which I already scale here
CONCLUSION: so at the end I think that MCU Hulk scale to Small Country level with Massively Hypersonic speed, and he can increase his power up to at least Country level, possibly even higher
P.s.: Sorry if you have found some grammatical errors, english isn't my language

So, here's the situation that I'm hoping to get some help with: I live in Arizona and my 5-year-old grandson, his 6-year-old half-brother, and their father are going to be flying from Houston to Phoenix this Saturday evening. They live in Port Neches, but, they do not currently have a vehicle to use. So, they are trying to find a ride, from Port Neches to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport, in Houston, and I'm trying to help figure something out, that won't be outrageously expensive.
My grandson's father sent me a screenshot earlier today, that showed the prices for a Lyft ride, and it is expected to be $257. Which is way more than figured that it would be. From what I recall, some airports will offer a shuttle service; but, I don't know that it would offer a shuttle service, for a town that is approximately 90 miles away from the airport. And I don't know if there are any other transportation services, that might be more affordable than Lyft or Uber would cost; but, that's something that I am hoping to get some recommendations for. So, I'm hoping to get some helpful information, from people, who actually live in the Houston or Port Neches area.
With that said, I am wondering if anyone knows of any transportation services or potential options, that could offer a ride, for three people (1 adult and 2 kids), from the city of Port Neches to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport, in Houston?
If anyone has any suggestions, recommendations, or helpful information that they could provide, it would be genuinely appreciated. Thank you.

I've only been playing for around a month and I think I found a great strategy to make the game easier to play when you are trying to grow your city... I was curious if other people do what I do.. I typically go into coin farm mode and just sell everything I make for 2-3 days I get around 200k then when I build new buildings I just buy the items needed in the trade HQ.. once my coins start getting low I get back into coin farming and rinse n repeat... seems to be easier for me rather than building items needed for upgrades and waiting hours for those items.. which made me wonder what strategies do some of you guys do?
Also just realized you could use the same specialization buildings over n over, do you guys use the same landmark building multiple times to increase your population or do u think it would ruin the look of your city? The Giralda building seems like the best bang for your buck, would I be a tool if injust made 4 of them all across my city for the pop boost?

Question. Is the eras tour merch at the stadium different to the merch available online? (I.e has the name of the city on it, different colours/styles etc). I am trying to decide if it’s worth waiting in the long merch queue or just getting it online! 😅

So i freestyled a strapless dress and only at almost the end I tried it on and and it a bit big on me on the bust area. Do you have any suggestions to adjust it? I don’t mind to add straps if necessary

I recently attempted to purchase a PC off of someone on mercari. They wanted to be very friendly with me, it started out nice, we had common interests, but soon the messages from became longer and manic, upwards to 50 plus times a day. I kept being nice to them, but not really engaging them, and the messages kept getting sent without any progress on shipping out the PC. They kept offering little bonuses and favors and I kept being nice and told them to take their time. The messages became too much I made an excuse and tried to cancel the order and they could not accommodate, so I asked them to just ship the PC ASAP to get this transaction over with.
They tirelessly told me a story of only being able to drop it off at a location that is very slow and would only pick up and ship the PC Monday(it was Thursday at this time), I just told them to drop it off and we will see what happens. The tracking never updated and it turns out they finally dropped off the PC on Monday, like they originally wanted (they claimed that the original drop off point had the PC on the desk waiting to go out.)
Anyways they got furious with me told me I went back on my word of telling them to take their time. They got really upset with me, I just told them to stop sending me so many messages, I just want this transaction to be over with.
This was really making me uncomfortable so I just told UPS to refuse the package.
I got a final message from them telling me to watch my back and to not mess with someone who knows their address. They said they know people in my area (they had previously mentioned they used to live in my city.)
All of this for a 300 dollar PC. I tried contacting mercari support, but as usual they are not really being helpful and sending messages obviously pasted from their procedures.
What would you do in this situation? Is it worth worrying about?
Apologies for the long message

Hiya, we travel every year to different parts of Southern California cities with our pupper. This time its different, we are with a baby, 4 months old and the pupper.
We love beer, outdoors, sunsets, food, bakeries so would love recommendations that are baby and pupper friendly.
What are some good trails, sunset spots, foods that we must try and any other local recommendations! appreciate you all! we are at #Huntingtonbeach @Huntingtonbeach