Birthday poems to make you cry
Happy Crying Dads
2014.06.06 19:02 NetTrap Happy Crying Dads
Post reactions to stuff that make dads cry tears of happiness.
2012.04.16 22:01 terrSC Devil May Cry
A place to discuss our love for the Devil May Cry series
2009.01.07 20:24 Sad Cats
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2024.05.22 00:36 Chocoyun Anyone finding themselves crying more often?
At simple things that just make you think of what life would be less lonely? If you could maybe stop being so fearful of relationships? Or whatever else makes you feel this way.
I find myself wanting to cry even at random times, like my mind just wants to fuck me over at night lol.
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I find myself wanting to cry even at random times, like my mind just wants to fuck me over at night lol.
2024.05.22 00:35 Inevitable_Fill895 Gaslit at the Pharmacy, they were 1 pill short.
Hi guys. Quick pharmacy story that may cause anger.. I picked up my prescription of ten pills today (benzodiazepines, less than lowest affective dose) that I’ve been getting for a few years now. I picked up, went into my car, counted…wait, what? Counted again…9 pills? I’m missing one.. The first time I counted, there was nine as I looked straight down in the bottle, no pill was stacked on another since I looked at different angles. Then, I took them out and counted them twice. I am not kidding you guys, there were NINE. And I didn’t drop one. The amount on the bottle says 10 and it is circled. I went back in very calm and politely let the tech know, and that I don’t mind having 9 this time around but wanted to let her know so they are aware and can prevent this happening to someone else. In a way I was helping them out. I wouldn’t go back to get the pill anyway in fear of looking like a junkie. They put me on hold and the manager picked up with an attitude. It wasn’t what she said, it was more her tone. She said that the circle around the 10 on the bottle means it was counted twice, “once by a robot and once by a human so there IS ten pills in that bottle.” I was taken aback so I went “um, I’m sorry but there isn’t, I don’t mean any trouble ma’am, I just wanna let you know so that it doesn’t happen to anyone else just in case it fell on the floor or something.” She said “yeah we’ll make a note of it. Have a nice day.” Am I the asshole here? I really don’t think so. I don’t want this to happen to someone’s heart medication or something that results in serious harm to someone. I don’t even care that much about one pill but I was so disappointed by this mistake on their part. Can pharmacy techs just steal drugs and get away with it? I am feeling better now but the situation was unpleasant for me and I cried driving home. I am worried that they are going to make some sort of bad note in my profile or record. I just wanted to do the right thing before this happens to someone else less fortunate than I . Thoughts? :)
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2024.05.22 00:35 Julie_002 The Circus
Hello, dear friends,I am currently 24 years old, female and I came here to tell you about a bizarre situation that happened to me on my 6th birthday. I was turning 6 years old, I was very excited because my mother said she would take me to the circus that was in town for just a few days and my luck was that my birthday was the day before the circus left our town, so when it was time for us to go, I got ready with a beautiful yellow dress with daisies drawn on it and went with my mother to this new "adventure" as I said. When we arrived everything seemed perfectly normal, lots of balloons, bright colors, sales of cotton candy and other snacks, everything was perfect, so we went inside the circus in the middle of the stage A clown started making several jokes and pranks until his show ended and my favorite part had arrived: going to the countless attractions available. I entered the house of mirrors, several trampolines and so on, then in the maze, for the first time without my mother, I ran everywhere there were several children with me until I separated from them when I saw a small red light on a wall and I went towards it, it was a "trail" I think I can say it in such a way, I followed the supposed trail to a door that I thought was the exit, so I went in, there were LED lights there apparently of bright red and blue colors, but even with such lights the place was still very dark, even so with curiosity, I continued walking along the corridor of lights that led to a tall figure with red skin that whispered something, I innocently asked: - Hey! Who are you? What is happening? Where am I?- The "creature" raised its head to turn to me and He bent down to face me and gave a shrill scream, I got scared, I ran to the exit, I went back to the maze and in my rush I managed to get out of there quickly, When leaving the maze, I cried on my mother's lap in total despair, if you can't understand why I was so desperate, I'll explain it more clearly, in the scream that the "creature" gave me, I could feel death itself running after me or something, it's not like I can really explain it now, but that was the situation, If you found the situation stupid, idiotic or something similar, I'm sorry, but that was the situation, I wouldn't change anything to make it more interesting, because I don't want it to be interesting, I just want share my story, if you got here, thank you for reading this far, and bye bye
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2024.05.22 00:34 YamNo8825 Pt 2 of my story Idea
Hello it’s me again, I’d like to thank everyone who read or skimmed my idea. The few upvotes I recieved gave me the courage to keep going with this idea and expand on Emerald’s story a bit more. I do admit that Rayleigh may be out of character since I haven’t gotten to that part of the One Piece series and only seen glimpses of him. So like before, I do implore you to give me feedback and criticisms that I can make to make this story better. Anyways, this is part 2. Please enjoy.
Flashes and flickers pop in and out of Emerald’s head. The abuse, visions of everything and anyone fleeing from his feral state, the laughter of his captors and new master ring in his head. The scorching pain of the branding and his screams fill his mind, and overwhelm his senses. In his mind he begs for it to end, crying, whimpering for it to stop, then he hyperventilates as the noises get louder and louder into a crescendo of pure noise. Then in a desperate cry he shouts to the heavens for it to stop. Enough!! He then springs awake on the floor screaming it, cold sweats as he began to process where he was. He began to look around frantically believing he is still in danger. His breath still hoarse, and his hairs standing on end, not noticing the changes that happened to him.
Rayleigh would come forward and greet Emerald with a light tease, however in his trauma induced fright, he got up and immediately went to fight Rayleigh without thinking. Emerald would use electro, his speed and strength, everything, but none of it would have come close to hitting Rayleigh. He continued this frantic and single minded onslaught while Rayleigh would dodge, block, or deflect Emerald’s attacks until he tired himself out. The mink would continue this, and while the Dark King knowing this was a response to his trauma, just waited until he wasted his stamina. Emerald in this rampage would only be reopening his wounds, causing him to hesitate and grasp at his wounds. He sat down realizing he would lose blood if he continued, and just started to back away. Rayleigh would approach in a calm and gentle manner, remarking on his performance. Emerald still did not trust him one bit however, still displaying a defensive stance while one arm held his wound. The Dark King would explain his intrigue and interest in him, explaining how he found him lying on the ground half dead in the rubble of the slavery base. He would remark that it was a rare thing that a mink would have left Zou much less a devil fruit. Minks were already pretty strong on their own thus the devil fruit created an intriguing question to his mind. Rayleigh would also note that Emerald was in his hybrid state, prompting the bunny to look at himself. his hands felt normal, only bruised and scarred due to his experiences, but then he looked at his tail. It was longer, segmented with a stinger-like end point. looking at this, he begins to become confused and his vision splits 8 ways. Confusing and even disorienting him causing him to fall back onto the ground.
Rayleigh would allow him to process these emotions, understanding that slavery was not something to take lightly. Not to mention he was still sorting out his emotions. He would then place a hand on Emerald’s shoulder, to which he would instinctively point the stinger at Rayleigh, but he wouldn’t move an inch. He attempted to lighten the mood, saying that he could very well be the first Mink to ever have eaten a zoan type devil fruit, however it didn’t do much to comfort him. He would ask the mink how he made his way down from Zuneesha, and Emerald would explain that he snuck into a guests ship. Rayleigh nods, and asks if he would like to return home. Emerald would refuse, and say that he wanted to explore the world outside of his home, to which the man would question him. He would ask Emerald as to what plan he had, to which the mink would remain silent. Rayleigh would explain that the world was full of dangers, perils and beings who would kill him without a second though. He humored the bravery, the foolhardy and naive nature of his, but he needed to be able to defend himself now that he was outside because minks were prized as collectables. Now that he ate a devil fruit, people would kill to capture him and put him back into the life he found himself. Or potentially kill him, deeming him too dangerous.
Rayleigh said that it didn’t have to be that way however. He would offer the young Mink a choice, he would train him, allowing him to cope and have closure with his trauma and master something called Haki. Allowing him to close the gap between him and those who wish him harm if he had conviction. The only caveat was that he wouldn’t go easy on him, and he would put him through the wringer. The other was helping him back a home, let him mature and have Emerald’s peers help him cope and train in his own way. However, he stated that his devil fruit was something he needed to figure out himself in either scenario. As well as he didn’t want Emerald to come back so soon, asking he took his time healing. The mink would would ponder this decision, his mind filled with anxiety and nervousness as the experiences he had rang in his head once again. But something began to fester from that dark place, a desire, a wish to never go to that life ever again. He would do whatever it takes to never go through that pain ever again. Thus he would stand, looking at Rayleigh and say that he wants to stay; saying that he never wants to go through that again, and that no one would stop him from seeing the world. Rayleigh would smile, it was a naive goal, but it was a goal nonetheless. The dark King says that he would help him and that training will begin when his wounds heal enough…..
There you have it, if you have read through this story till the end, then you are the best and I genuinely appreciate you reading this story. This has been fun to ponder about and act out in my head, my friend urges me to read the manga and while I am I can’t stop thinking about this. This is a lot of fun! For now I intend to write out Emerald’s training in terms of Haki and his goals in this world in the future. Keep those upvotes coming and please do leave feedback and criticisms, I really do want to read what you all have to say about it. If it sucks, then thats okay, if its good then great, i really just want to write good stories. I may also write full stories about these events as of now they are simply ideas in my head. Well enough rambling from me, thank you for reading and I’ll keep writing. Bye bye!
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Flashes and flickers pop in and out of Emerald’s head. The abuse, visions of everything and anyone fleeing from his feral state, the laughter of his captors and new master ring in his head. The scorching pain of the branding and his screams fill his mind, and overwhelm his senses. In his mind he begs for it to end, crying, whimpering for it to stop, then he hyperventilates as the noises get louder and louder into a crescendo of pure noise. Then in a desperate cry he shouts to the heavens for it to stop. Enough!! He then springs awake on the floor screaming it, cold sweats as he began to process where he was. He began to look around frantically believing he is still in danger. His breath still hoarse, and his hairs standing on end, not noticing the changes that happened to him.
Rayleigh would come forward and greet Emerald with a light tease, however in his trauma induced fright, he got up and immediately went to fight Rayleigh without thinking. Emerald would use electro, his speed and strength, everything, but none of it would have come close to hitting Rayleigh. He continued this frantic and single minded onslaught while Rayleigh would dodge, block, or deflect Emerald’s attacks until he tired himself out. The mink would continue this, and while the Dark King knowing this was a response to his trauma, just waited until he wasted his stamina. Emerald in this rampage would only be reopening his wounds, causing him to hesitate and grasp at his wounds. He sat down realizing he would lose blood if he continued, and just started to back away. Rayleigh would approach in a calm and gentle manner, remarking on his performance. Emerald still did not trust him one bit however, still displaying a defensive stance while one arm held his wound. The Dark King would explain his intrigue and interest in him, explaining how he found him lying on the ground half dead in the rubble of the slavery base. He would remark that it was a rare thing that a mink would have left Zou much less a devil fruit. Minks were already pretty strong on their own thus the devil fruit created an intriguing question to his mind. Rayleigh would also note that Emerald was in his hybrid state, prompting the bunny to look at himself. his hands felt normal, only bruised and scarred due to his experiences, but then he looked at his tail. It was longer, segmented with a stinger-like end point. looking at this, he begins to become confused and his vision splits 8 ways. Confusing and even disorienting him causing him to fall back onto the ground.
Rayleigh would allow him to process these emotions, understanding that slavery was not something to take lightly. Not to mention he was still sorting out his emotions. He would then place a hand on Emerald’s shoulder, to which he would instinctively point the stinger at Rayleigh, but he wouldn’t move an inch. He attempted to lighten the mood, saying that he could very well be the first Mink to ever have eaten a zoan type devil fruit, however it didn’t do much to comfort him. He would ask the mink how he made his way down from Zuneesha, and Emerald would explain that he snuck into a guests ship. Rayleigh nods, and asks if he would like to return home. Emerald would refuse, and say that he wanted to explore the world outside of his home, to which the man would question him. He would ask Emerald as to what plan he had, to which the mink would remain silent. Rayleigh would explain that the world was full of dangers, perils and beings who would kill him without a second though. He humored the bravery, the foolhardy and naive nature of his, but he needed to be able to defend himself now that he was outside because minks were prized as collectables. Now that he ate a devil fruit, people would kill to capture him and put him back into the life he found himself. Or potentially kill him, deeming him too dangerous.
Rayleigh said that it didn’t have to be that way however. He would offer the young Mink a choice, he would train him, allowing him to cope and have closure with his trauma and master something called Haki. Allowing him to close the gap between him and those who wish him harm if he had conviction. The only caveat was that he wouldn’t go easy on him, and he would put him through the wringer. The other was helping him back a home, let him mature and have Emerald’s peers help him cope and train in his own way. However, he stated that his devil fruit was something he needed to figure out himself in either scenario. As well as he didn’t want Emerald to come back so soon, asking he took his time healing. The mink would would ponder this decision, his mind filled with anxiety and nervousness as the experiences he had rang in his head once again. But something began to fester from that dark place, a desire, a wish to never go to that life ever again. He would do whatever it takes to never go through that pain ever again. Thus he would stand, looking at Rayleigh and say that he wants to stay; saying that he never wants to go through that again, and that no one would stop him from seeing the world. Rayleigh would smile, it was a naive goal, but it was a goal nonetheless. The dark King says that he would help him and that training will begin when his wounds heal enough…..
There you have it, if you have read through this story till the end, then you are the best and I genuinely appreciate you reading this story. This has been fun to ponder about and act out in my head, my friend urges me to read the manga and while I am I can’t stop thinking about this. This is a lot of fun! For now I intend to write out Emerald’s training in terms of Haki and his goals in this world in the future. Keep those upvotes coming and please do leave feedback and criticisms, I really do want to read what you all have to say about it. If it sucks, then thats okay, if its good then great, i really just want to write good stories. I may also write full stories about these events as of now they are simply ideas in my head. Well enough rambling from me, thank you for reading and I’ll keep writing. Bye bye!
2024.05.22 00:34 darkdill Personality-wise, how do you think the Pyro Archon will contrast with the others?
Venti's a mischief-maker and a drunk, Zhongli's the wise know-it-all (despite his lack of money sense), Ei's a neet who really needed to cry on someone's shoulder, Nahida's too nice for her own good (even to those who really didn't deserve mercy), and Furina's a drama queen. Pretty big contrasts between the Archons thus far.
This makes me wonder what kind of personality the Pyro Archon is going to have. I'm thinking she (assuming it's Himeko) will be someone who regularly sits next to her soldiers by a roaring campfire, shares a few beers with them, and speaks as candidly as possible, and they all know who she is. Namely, the kind of General who would be in a foxhole next to a Private on the front lines.
Of course, that's just what I'd like. What do you think the Pyro Archon should be like?
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This makes me wonder what kind of personality the Pyro Archon is going to have. I'm thinking she (assuming it's Himeko) will be someone who regularly sits next to her soldiers by a roaring campfire, shares a few beers with them, and speaks as candidly as possible, and they all know who she is. Namely, the kind of General who would be in a foxhole next to a Private on the front lines.
Of course, that's just what I'd like. What do you think the Pyro Archon should be like?
2024.05.22 00:33 DapperLee My Brother-in-law has caused entire family to want him gone.
Okay, so for this post there are a lot of people involved (this has been going on for a while) so I'll list up here who's who. This is my wife's family. I'll be using code names when appropriate:
Father-in-law - FIL
Mother-in-law - MIL
Wife(oldest daughter) - Wife
Second daughter - Sarah
Third daughter - Lana
Fourth daughter - Ruth
Second daughter's husband - BIL
Third daughter's fiancee - Karl
My daughter - daughter
Second daughter's older son - Danny
Second daughter's younger son - Aaron
And me as me
I know this is long but bear with me TL;DR Brother-in-law has snapped the last straw for the family and we are all starting to cut ties with him
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Father-in-law - FIL
Mother-in-law - MIL
Wife(oldest daughter) - Wife
Second daughter - Sarah
Third daughter - Lana
Fourth daughter - Ruth
Second daughter's husband - BIL
Third daughter's fiancee - Karl
My daughter - daughter
Second daughter's older son - Danny
Second daughter's younger son - Aaron
And me as me
I know this is long but bear with me TL;DR Brother-in-law has snapped the last straw for the family and we are all starting to cut ties with him
BIL's family has their own side of the story that I'm barely familiar with, so it won't be brought up here. We first met BIL way before they got together; Sarah bought a house as a group of friends with her boyfriend at the time, and BIL and his second wife at the time. We didn't interact with him much. We just heard a few stories about him from their friend group. Eventually this situation broke down and BIL and his second wife left and vandalized Sarah's home on the way out. They let their dogs poop all over the floor, stole some miscellaneous items, poured water in their lawn mower gas tank, etc. He did this to Sarah, his future third wife. We thought this guy was out of our lives forever. Sarah eventually came to stay on my couch after she sold the house. She lived with me and my wife for roughly 3 months. Then she went and rented an apartment a few miles away. No sooner than a few weeks did we find out she was dating future BIL, and a few weeks after that we found she was pregnant. He met the family and stated that he wanted to be a part of it. He blamed all his past transgressions on his second wife. We questioned him at the time if he was still with his second wife. He said no, and that he was officially divorced. My wife looked up the public court records and found out that he didn't file divorce papers until 11 days after we asked that question. A small lie but considering our history of knowing him it was concerning. BIL is a big gun enthusiast. About 1 months after they told us Sarah was pregnant, while cleaning a gun at home he shot himself in the hand. Again, we were concerned but Sarah assured us he was a changed man and this was just an unfortunate accident. His hand healed but he didn't do his physical therapy that seriously so his hand is still kind of jacked up. I feel this is important because he kind of has a history of not following through on what he says. During Sarah's pregnancy we found out that BIL seriously beat one of their dogs back when they bought the house together. We also figured out he diagnosed himself with bipolar, but refused to go to a doctor to get an actual diagnosis. The whole family at the time was distracted by all of this because during Sarah's pregnancy my wife went through a major medical struggle that resulted in multiple surgeries and a months-long stay in the hospital. We were so focused on that the BIL details just kind of came and went at that moment. Sarah gave birth to Danny during COVID lockdown. We were so excited and we all were very active in Danny's life. Time would pass and we just kind of got used to BIL being despite the fact that he often would miss family events. BIL and Sarah would move into a house on my in-laws property just down the road from in-laws house. MIL became their primary caregiver as she could work it around her job and still make decent money. As 4 years have passed my MIL, FIL, Lana, my Wife and I all take shifts of watching their now 2 kids for them, for free. MIL also watches my daughter but significantly less that their son's. 2 years would pass after Danny was born and everything seemed OK. There would just be hints in they way he talked about who he really was. He would say something in casual conversation like "man, there seems like there are too many black people in commercials these days" or "I don't know why we are forcing women's sports to be a thing." Bigoted stuff like that, but veiled enough so there was plausible deniability. I would often call him out on it, so he really grew to not like me. This all changed at his 30th bday. He had a big party with a lot of alcohol and weed with dozens of friends. My wife and I didn't go because we are not party people. Lana and Ruth went to the party. Sarah was also there. During this party BIL went outside and decided to "mud" his jeep through the creek beside their house. This was possibly with Karl but I'm not sure of that to this day. Karl has recently come into the picture prior to this event and was previously friends with BIL for a long time. The jeep got stuck and flooded for obvious reasons. After trying to get it out of the creek by multiple means, they gave up and left it there. I believe it took almost 2 days to get it out. He went back to the party and as everyone got progressively drunk and high, my 2 sister-in-laws Lana and Ruth (I believe) criticized BIL for getting his car stuck in a creek while playing. BIL verbally assaulted them and demanded they get out of his house. They left in tears. They drove separately, and Lana had gotten buzzed so they both got in Ruth's car and drove to my house. They sat and vented to my wife and I for a while, and eventually I offered that we should go do something fun to take their minds off of it. My wife and I drove them to Taco Bell and we got some food and drove around town for a while and made jokes in the car. After they cooled off and were in a better mood they said that Lana needed to go get her car from the party. In a flurry she accidentally left her keys inside her sister's and BIL's house. We drove them over just in case anything sketchy happened but Lana and Ruth didn't want us to go inside, so we waited out in the car. She didn't think it would be a big deal to walk in, but as her and Ruth did BIL immediately got in her face and demanding she gets out or else. Ruth went to talk to someone else at the party and didn't notice this at first. BIL shoved Lana against a wall and held her there. Everyone apparently stood in stunned silence as this happened. He then shoved her to the ground, grabbed her around the ankles and started pulling her across the floor. As he was threatening to do even worse, Ruth ran up and jumped on his back and gave him a head lock. She screamed at him to stop but before BIL could anything about this everyone finally woke up and pulled them apart. Ruth helped Lana up and they ran out of the house onto the front porch sobbing. My wife saw this and got out of the car and yelled at them to get back in our car. We drove up to the in-laws house. By then it was past midnight. MIL was about an hour away working her job and FIL was up in his room asleep. The sisters went and woke him up and explained the situation through tears. They also called MIL to inform her of the situation. He got ready and ask me to go with him down to the house to get some answers. The sisters stayed up at the house. We drove down in his car and when we got out the entire party was ready for us and greeted us at the car. Literally over a dozen people, most of whom I did not recognize started screaming what happened at both of us simultaneously. Everyone was clearly very drunk. FIL looked overwhelmed, so I raised my hands and tried asking everyone to stop for a second and go one by one telling their bit of the story. BIL stopped me mid sentence and pointed his finger in my face. I noticed he had his other hand on a holstered hand gun. He yelled out "You don't have a say here! You're barely even part of this family." For context, I had been with my wife for over 11 years at that time and he hadn't even married Sarah yet and had been there about 2 1/2 years. FIL backed up and told me that I need to stop talking and that I was being a problem. I backed off and went over the yard to Sarah and Karl. I asked Sarah what happened and she told me that she didn't see what happened and that she wasn't very aware of what was going on now. Karl would barely answer the same question. I walked back over to FIL but he told me to back off and that I really wasn't needed there. Admittedly I felt pretty insulted and just decided to walk back to his house and get my car and go home with my wife. We eventually left after FIL came back to the house. We found out later that BIL had pulled his gun out and threatened to kill himself if FIL didn't leave. Out of fear of what he would do, my in-laws were pretty afraid to take action at this point. A lot of the situation was his word against someone else's and Sarah went on a tour around to the friends and convinced them not to take any of this to the police. She then tried to smooth things over with the family and offered that BIL would apologize to everyone. He then refused, stating that Ruth was the real aggressor and that she assaulted him. He eventually agreed to apologize to just FIL for causing a problem and I think some half-hearted apologies to Lana and Ruth. The whole situation was swept under the rug but an unease has existed over the family since then. He stopped coming to family events pretty much altogether. About 4 months after this situation, prior to my daughter being born, he told MIL he was going to bring Danny up to their house so she could watch him for a few hours while he took a nap. His job works long hours so this wasn't out of the ordinary. However, he didn't show up for a while and my MIL started questioning what going on. She called but there was no answer. She drove down to his house and knocked but there wasn't an answer, only Danny crying in the background. She let herself in and found BIL asleep on the couch with Danny actively trying to wake him up. MIL tried to wake him up but nothing for a few minutes. She gave up and wrote a note to let him know where Danny was. BIL didn't notice Danny was gone for 2 hours. He finally woke up, drove up to in-laws house, and yelled at my MIL for just taking Danny without informing him. He took Danny and then left. A few months after that, after my daughter was born, He fell asleep while watching Danny again. This time we found out because when he woke up the front door was open and Danny was gone. He called in-laws for help finding him. My in-laws have a large property (about 200 acres) with a ton of it forested. Danny wandered 1/4 of a mile into the woods and I believe it took roughly a little over an hour to find him. Family questioned him hard this time but he just recoiled back into their house and didn't talk to us much. Sarah continued to defend him and said it was just an accident. Again the police were not notified about any of this. There was always this idea that if we went to authorities about any of this they would just run for it. They would then surprise everyone with the news that they were pregnant again, despite the fact that Sarah had used the morning after pill. This whole time they hadn't married yet. They announced that they were getting married but Sarah told Lana that it was mostly just to help BIL not have to go through bankruptcy a second time. I wasn't sure if this would do anything to help that situation, but that's what Sarah said at one point leading up to the wedding. About a month before the wedding, however, he threatened Sarah that if she insisted on inviting my wife to the wedding he would demand to invite a friend of his that Sarah hated. This friend also used to date BIL I believe. This was his ploy to force Sarah to not invite my Wife or me. The 2 other sisters and MIL all stood in solidarity with us and said that they would also not go if we weren't invited. He eventually relented and they got married a little before Aaron was born. As more kids were added, MIL's childcare duties got much harder. Eventually my wife and I started paying her (not much but something at least. $150 a month) to watch our daughter, but we also did chores for her, bought her food often, and eventually my Wife started taking a few shifts to watch all 3 children. To date, BIL and Sarah have never compensated any of us for our work. It's a little frustrating but we've tried to understand because Sarah and BIL seem to be bad with money. They objectively make more than us yet can't afford to pay MIL anything. Last Thanksgiving, in the middle of dinner, Sarah and BIL decided to have an "intervention" and talk about how we were not treating BIL fairly. They addressed everybody but really honed in on me specifically. This seemed to be because the rest of the family kind of dance in eggshells around them, while to be frank I'm pretty honest about how I feel about them. They seemed to think I was causing the family to turn against him and questioned why I would do that. I told him he lacked humility. He said he didn't understand. I told him that if he admitted to his mistakes and actually apologized about any of the stuff I previously wrote, instead of blaming everyone and everything else then the whole family would feel a bit different about him. A lot of talk was about the 30th b-day and other times when I just ignored him and how he had already apologized about the party. I reminded him that he didn't apologize to most of the family and he blamed Ruth. He then stated that Ruth was the cause of a lot of the problems at that party. He also made a big deal about how the family doesn't trust him with my daughter and kept emphasizing how he has never held her. We finally tried to come to an agreement. I told him I would try to talk to him more and try to understand him better and he said he would try to come to family events more. He also wanted more of a relationship with my daughter. We left and my wife and I were skeptical but we said that if this is who Sarah really wanted to be with, as long as BIL wasn't perceived as a threat he could have more contact with our daughter. We have had way more of a relationship with his kids than he has had with our daughter so I tried to sympathize with that imbalance. Karl also stated later that having known BIL for a long time, he thought he was very sincere. To date, BIL has not asked or tried at any family events to spend any time with my daughter, despite having numerous opportunities. Now to the current situation. About a month ago Lana and Karl announced that Lana was pregnant. This was a revelation due to Lana having a medical condition that made it harder to get pregnant. A lot of excitement was brewing in the family because of this. Karl has been seeming like a good partner to Lana, and proposed to her a little before the pregnancy happened. This is especially pertinent because Lana and Karl moved into a house together right beside BIL and Sarah. A few days ago they were over at Sarah and BIL's house when an argument broke out between Sarah and BIL. BIL demanded that Sarah wasn't an "obedient enough wife" and that if she wanted there marriage to work then she was going to have to get better at serving him. She was upset and they weren't coming to an agreement so he was going to leave, but apparently he was very high so Sarah refused to give him the keys to his car. He got extremely mad and then got a gun, held it to his head, and threatened to kill himself if she didn't hand over the keys. Fortunately, Danny and Aaron were taking a nap during all of this. Sarah called the police during this whole exchange and the operator heard a lot of what BIL said over the phone so based on that they arrived at the house. He apparently drove away and it took the police a bit to find him but once they did he turned himself over. They admitted him to a mandatory 72-hour stay at a psychiatric ward for a mental health assessment. Sarah then came up to the rest of the family (not me or my Wife) and gave them Danny and Aaron. She then went and confided with Lana and Karl about how abusive BIL had been and how life was just miserable right now. A lot of us, especially Karl and my in-laws, were telling her that she needs to leave BIL and file for emergency custody of her children. She seemed to be listening to us and turning a corner, but inexplicably the psychiatric ward allowed BIL to have a phone call with Sarah and they had a long conversation. Suddenly, Sarah shut us all out and completely changed her story. She started defending BIL again. BIL was then let out of the psychiatric ward a day early. Since Karl was working at the time, Lana came to stay with us and then over at her in-laws. We are especially concerned about her safety around BIL due to her being pregnant. They have since cut nearly all contact with us for 4 days now. They have only told Karl that they were getting a new TV because the old one mysteriously broke somehow. They have continued to post on social media like nothing has happened. They have spent 2 days with BIL's family so we aren't sure what their opinion of this is, though we do know a sibling of his has also told Sarah to leave him prior to this latest situation. We don't know what their plans for childcare is because they are wholly reliant upon us. Lana is very reluctant to ever be home alone. Ruth is as well. There are so many other details I haven't mentioned. There have been holes in walls they've had to fix. There is some evidence that BIL is cheating on Sarah, but that evidence is somewhat inconclusive. The bigoted comments for a while now have gotten increasingly misogynistic. It's a lot of 'we need to respect proper gender roles' kind of stuff. There's just too much and I've already written a book on here. I don't really know what to do at this point. Because a lot of this stuff has been swept under the rug it's hard to tell how seriously CPS or police would take our claims. FIL has threatened to kick them out of their very cheap rental they're in now. Who knows what they would do in that scenario. I know this post is detailed and because of that BIL or Sarah might see it, but at this point I wonder if I even give a shit. They've already eluded to keeping their sons from us in the past and the vibes we are getting now is that they are already doing it. And from the bottom of my heart, fuck BIL.
2024.05.22 00:32 Defiant-Flower-135 I wish I turned out differently
M21 I'm doubting if it was strict parenting or if it was the drink but I want opinions. She has done a lot but I don't feel entirely satisfied either. But in the days I have drafted this, my doubts only grow.
As a kid my mom hawked over me and now things I wish I could have experienced did not exist, like going to a park or playground with a friend without supervision, whereas she did. Going to the gas station for snack I couldn't, when she asked her parents and was given a quarter when everything was a cent. Riding a bike was limited to the street we live on, and when I was able to leave, I couldn't leave the neighborhood when she walked for a while to make sure her friend got home. Once sitting on my bike at the edge of the sidewalk and she walked over, cursed me out for going on a different street and wouldn't believe me. I couldn't go to a friends house because I was going to do my homework how my teacher taught me instead of hers, which I didnt know and was not taught. At a friends house, she berated me for making her wait in the car for a few minutes longer than the arranged pickup time. By comparison to what it would have been like, it is a magical opportunity lost.
For most of my school years, all I did was go to school, do homework and play games. Despite catching on to lessons quickly, classes were something to pass, nothing more, not even for life skills. Have a B? Make it an A. I did. Is the project due? Make it better. Alright. Taking orchestra and painting was fleeting then and while I enjoyed it, it was only done for practice or assignment. Now I am upset that it was all I did instead of going out and experiencing life: going out with friends, finding a club or sport to do, or just big activity sessions. Never had a curfew because I never left home to start. I may have had fun gaming then, but I lament heavy over that now to where I will not touch one. A future education and the future as a whole I should have taken a lot more seriously than I could possibly have imagined. School did push for it, but I was a fool and did not care.
Other than the occasional family visit, I did nothing and learned nothing. Never taught to cook much, properly clean, shop for necessities, make right finances, etc. Future prospects was left to whatever I would choose, which I would put it later down the road. Never got any real world experience and just been sheltered for so long, both by my doing and my moms. No drive to do anything, nothing of a hopeful future, no being pulled out of whatever I was doing to learn anything or having skills necessary in the world today be incentivized. Aside from making sure I did well in school, I was left to myself.
She always has something to complain about. Streaks of mean and grumpy. Remembered somethings of what we were interested in but other times just an empty face. Who my mom is today is doom and gloom, speaking two different points that are showing the worst of her and nitpicking over every possible detail. Most of who she enjoys in media has an underlying toxic presence to them with name calling. Polarize, prejudice, politicize, judge and bias everything. Norway and Iceland? Too cold and mountainous, how could anyone have settled there? Germany? They all speak the same language and cannot understand anyone in a city that is 30 minutes away. That guy's accent she can't stand and defaulted to being generated, even though he sounds the same speaking Finnish. All for a better planet yet everything is wasted, trashed, or sent to China. Treat others how you want to be and from where I stand, seem like a backtalking coward. Couldn't have a water pitcher because "no one refilled it" to keep the filter going when I made sure to keep it plentiful. If she has a problem she will bring up the one exact same example related to the topic that I have heard plenty before. And most of the negative aspects of society happen more likely than they should. All while bring home a 24, 30 or however many count of budweiser a week at least. I imagine we only got along because I wasn't a brat anymore and did not try to upset her. Falling in line if you will.
Emotions bottled or maybe emotionally dead. The masculinity trap of what is the general expectation of "men". To express myself, to show emotion, to even cry is something I don't want to do out of fear of being seen, which is ironic given the code of the samurai. 6th grade she didn't remember to pick me up even though I said and called and a friend and his friend caught me being emotional and stayed around a bit to comfort me.
The fear that was put into everything. An actual quote went something as "If you get hurt, I'm not going to drive you to the hospital". Another "All girls are evil". And "that sounds too confrontational" when I asked neighbors to clean after their dog. Even questioning if my eyes doing something required a doctor for her to say that my eyes will fail naturally and something about her relative who had an eye problem and didn't see a doctor. Things that made me not do the kinds of things I want to do now. I have been so sheltered then and now that I want to go out but there is the ever scared part of me towards the unknown world. I feel I have been prejudiced into thinking such ways but there's no personal experience to back or challenge said thoughts.
Admittably, parts of me are glad I know what I have and want for morals and mindset, but its also a matter of temptation and theres still so much that I wish to explore. At times I feel I matured too quickly at the cost of a kids stupidity or innocence and now am too serious and heavyhearted for my own good. To be told how I've matured when there wasn't much to mature from. A part of me feels that I have taken after her cold, judgemental, selfish attitude and that makes me fearful to screw up any kind of friendship or relationship, and dreading that I could reflect that onto any child I may have no matter how far away into the future I do have one. I kind of want to hate her but I am so emotionally gone or warped that I can't. If I "rebel" now, or begin to, I feel that might get the fire started.
She would argue with my dad from time to time but then that continued on for days and it was a cold environment lasting days to weeks after a fight. Even prior to their fights, they rarely slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. She would critique his employer and even his choice of friends. Once he woke up late, thus having us late to get ready for school and she began one for that. I don't remember the exact details but she once criticized him over a coat he got me. All while listening from the top of the stairs to even the bottom where I was covered by a wall. A few times we listened and we made noise that I think made them aware of us but that didn't stop them. Even starting in our presence where we would leave the room. It got to the point where he actually packed lightly to leave for the night or days and my brother and I stopped him just so he could be home. I wish I did let him go then.
I really do believe I could have had it differently if my dad was alive. He made such an effort. When I was in hospital at 4, he made the efforts to get me out and moving around. When I didn't know a swim style, he literally chucked me towards the deeper waters (I was scared, but he was right in the end, one of the fondest memories). He taught me how to use the mower and had a mini shop set up in the garage. I played with him so much and he got me into the complex games he enjoyed as I got older. For as rough we were, he was so gentle. I looked up to him then and even more than ever now. He made the effort to be one worthy of "Dad" and he was damn well worthy of that and no one could be more better for me.
"Faded gray are all the days of yesteryears So much time has turned to memories and to tears" -Valkyrja
I did graduate HS 3 years ago, did a summer program and since nothing. No job, education chances, or life plans. Even though I felt smarter, I was turned off of college simply for cost reasons and "feeding the rich" mindset. Last summer I began to look at my past and future with a whole new look with no physical change taking effect. First week into March this year I realized what I have been doing compared to how others are living through good and bad and I fell into depression hard. Now it persists with great off and on. Where I have been up at 9 in the morning to suddenly be up at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Throughout the past 3 years, there was no making sure I was ok, no seeing how I felt, no finding out what I wanted to do. And I am still frightened of what may be out there, even when that is the key to the living that I want. I want to go, I need to go. But where? I leave for the good and better of myself, but I also leave behind this place I've called home, yet it's now so far from the one I want to remember with a fond memory. So much happens that seems to have been "normal" when it doesn't seem like it should. The same place with the same inhabitants in the same motions. No going out, no difference, no change, and VERY artificial. Nothing means anything anymore. To let how I feel about the previous years subside in me or blow over...
Always have been insecure, hesitant, second guessing. While others had spent their 18s, 19s and 20s going into the world doing many things, I've had the summer program at 18, nothing at 19, and two days in the big city to attend a concert at 20. Little noteworthy moments under my belt. It seems like love in the immediate family was not two ways or had to be earned. I have not grown. Who I am is not who I want to be at heart.
For 21, I know I should have more skills and be in better places, but theres nothing from anyone. No check-in, no advice, no motivation. Like "the birdling will leave the nest" instead of anyone preparing a boy to what is before him. Its not a snap of fingers or blink of an eye do I learn what is expected. On the grown up part, I feel heavily underprepared for the world and life. Far too long have I stayed and lived in my head. I cannot understand why I am still at home, a part of myself thinks to keep the peace but what peace needs to be kept? Nothing and no one is stopping me from leaving except myself and the thought that they will most definitely want to know where I am if I go, which I do not want to tell anyone. Or that I've been sheltered and not have realised the gates have been unlocked long ago. Things are not ok and I want to stop pretending when I leave. Even with Spring's green grass under a blue sky that ends the day with the orange sunset piercing the clouds to make them blue and pink do I feel grey.
"Watching to the night with tired eyes Waiting for nothing all my life" -Battle Against Time
I feel the kid within me, wanting to do those exciting things, yearning for any kind of companion or fellowship. What daylight reveries I can conjure to make him feel hopeful enough so he can shine soon. The things I want to do to feel happy. I want to water that little guy.
A lot of this I have remembered recently and still am connecting the dots. I already am upset at myself for not doing anything in life, but I want to be angry and I honestly hate myself for not seeing this sooner and listening to her for so long. Despite feeling broken and defunct, I still feel young enough but there's been so little done that it feels many chances are long gone. There is more freedoms I have that I do not know about and ones that I have had before that gathered dust. And now I am in a toss up between beginning college preparation now, leaving states or the country to act on these now childhood regrets. I don't want to be who I am now any longer. I just want to do something. And in between it all, confusion of what to do, how to feel and saddened that I am not who I once was or could have been.
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As a kid my mom hawked over me and now things I wish I could have experienced did not exist, like going to a park or playground with a friend without supervision, whereas she did. Going to the gas station for snack I couldn't, when she asked her parents and was given a quarter when everything was a cent. Riding a bike was limited to the street we live on, and when I was able to leave, I couldn't leave the neighborhood when she walked for a while to make sure her friend got home. Once sitting on my bike at the edge of the sidewalk and she walked over, cursed me out for going on a different street and wouldn't believe me. I couldn't go to a friends house because I was going to do my homework how my teacher taught me instead of hers, which I didnt know and was not taught. At a friends house, she berated me for making her wait in the car for a few minutes longer than the arranged pickup time. By comparison to what it would have been like, it is a magical opportunity lost.
For most of my school years, all I did was go to school, do homework and play games. Despite catching on to lessons quickly, classes were something to pass, nothing more, not even for life skills. Have a B? Make it an A. I did. Is the project due? Make it better. Alright. Taking orchestra and painting was fleeting then and while I enjoyed it, it was only done for practice or assignment. Now I am upset that it was all I did instead of going out and experiencing life: going out with friends, finding a club or sport to do, or just big activity sessions. Never had a curfew because I never left home to start. I may have had fun gaming then, but I lament heavy over that now to where I will not touch one. A future education and the future as a whole I should have taken a lot more seriously than I could possibly have imagined. School did push for it, but I was a fool and did not care.
Other than the occasional family visit, I did nothing and learned nothing. Never taught to cook much, properly clean, shop for necessities, make right finances, etc. Future prospects was left to whatever I would choose, which I would put it later down the road. Never got any real world experience and just been sheltered for so long, both by my doing and my moms. No drive to do anything, nothing of a hopeful future, no being pulled out of whatever I was doing to learn anything or having skills necessary in the world today be incentivized. Aside from making sure I did well in school, I was left to myself.
She always has something to complain about. Streaks of mean and grumpy. Remembered somethings of what we were interested in but other times just an empty face. Who my mom is today is doom and gloom, speaking two different points that are showing the worst of her and nitpicking over every possible detail. Most of who she enjoys in media has an underlying toxic presence to them with name calling. Polarize, prejudice, politicize, judge and bias everything. Norway and Iceland? Too cold and mountainous, how could anyone have settled there? Germany? They all speak the same language and cannot understand anyone in a city that is 30 minutes away. That guy's accent she can't stand and defaulted to being generated, even though he sounds the same speaking Finnish. All for a better planet yet everything is wasted, trashed, or sent to China. Treat others how you want to be and from where I stand, seem like a backtalking coward. Couldn't have a water pitcher because "no one refilled it" to keep the filter going when I made sure to keep it plentiful. If she has a problem she will bring up the one exact same example related to the topic that I have heard plenty before. And most of the negative aspects of society happen more likely than they should. All while bring home a 24, 30 or however many count of budweiser a week at least. I imagine we only got along because I wasn't a brat anymore and did not try to upset her. Falling in line if you will.
Emotions bottled or maybe emotionally dead. The masculinity trap of what is the general expectation of "men". To express myself, to show emotion, to even cry is something I don't want to do out of fear of being seen, which is ironic given the code of the samurai. 6th grade she didn't remember to pick me up even though I said and called and a friend and his friend caught me being emotional and stayed around a bit to comfort me.
The fear that was put into everything. An actual quote went something as "If you get hurt, I'm not going to drive you to the hospital". Another "All girls are evil". And "that sounds too confrontational" when I asked neighbors to clean after their dog. Even questioning if my eyes doing something required a doctor for her to say that my eyes will fail naturally and something about her relative who had an eye problem and didn't see a doctor. Things that made me not do the kinds of things I want to do now. I have been so sheltered then and now that I want to go out but there is the ever scared part of me towards the unknown world. I feel I have been prejudiced into thinking such ways but there's no personal experience to back or challenge said thoughts.
Admittably, parts of me are glad I know what I have and want for morals and mindset, but its also a matter of temptation and theres still so much that I wish to explore. At times I feel I matured too quickly at the cost of a kids stupidity or innocence and now am too serious and heavyhearted for my own good. To be told how I've matured when there wasn't much to mature from. A part of me feels that I have taken after her cold, judgemental, selfish attitude and that makes me fearful to screw up any kind of friendship or relationship, and dreading that I could reflect that onto any child I may have no matter how far away into the future I do have one. I kind of want to hate her but I am so emotionally gone or warped that I can't. If I "rebel" now, or begin to, I feel that might get the fire started.
She would argue with my dad from time to time but then that continued on for days and it was a cold environment lasting days to weeks after a fight. Even prior to their fights, they rarely slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. She would critique his employer and even his choice of friends. Once he woke up late, thus having us late to get ready for school and she began one for that. I don't remember the exact details but she once criticized him over a coat he got me. All while listening from the top of the stairs to even the bottom where I was covered by a wall. A few times we listened and we made noise that I think made them aware of us but that didn't stop them. Even starting in our presence where we would leave the room. It got to the point where he actually packed lightly to leave for the night or days and my brother and I stopped him just so he could be home. I wish I did let him go then.
I really do believe I could have had it differently if my dad was alive. He made such an effort. When I was in hospital at 4, he made the efforts to get me out and moving around. When I didn't know a swim style, he literally chucked me towards the deeper waters (I was scared, but he was right in the end, one of the fondest memories). He taught me how to use the mower and had a mini shop set up in the garage. I played with him so much and he got me into the complex games he enjoyed as I got older. For as rough we were, he was so gentle. I looked up to him then and even more than ever now. He made the effort to be one worthy of "Dad" and he was damn well worthy of that and no one could be more better for me.
"Faded gray are all the days of yesteryears So much time has turned to memories and to tears" -Valkyrja
I did graduate HS 3 years ago, did a summer program and since nothing. No job, education chances, or life plans. Even though I felt smarter, I was turned off of college simply for cost reasons and "feeding the rich" mindset. Last summer I began to look at my past and future with a whole new look with no physical change taking effect. First week into March this year I realized what I have been doing compared to how others are living through good and bad and I fell into depression hard. Now it persists with great off and on. Where I have been up at 9 in the morning to suddenly be up at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Throughout the past 3 years, there was no making sure I was ok, no seeing how I felt, no finding out what I wanted to do. And I am still frightened of what may be out there, even when that is the key to the living that I want. I want to go, I need to go. But where? I leave for the good and better of myself, but I also leave behind this place I've called home, yet it's now so far from the one I want to remember with a fond memory. So much happens that seems to have been "normal" when it doesn't seem like it should. The same place with the same inhabitants in the same motions. No going out, no difference, no change, and VERY artificial. Nothing means anything anymore. To let how I feel about the previous years subside in me or blow over...
Always have been insecure, hesitant, second guessing. While others had spent their 18s, 19s and 20s going into the world doing many things, I've had the summer program at 18, nothing at 19, and two days in the big city to attend a concert at 20. Little noteworthy moments under my belt. It seems like love in the immediate family was not two ways or had to be earned. I have not grown. Who I am is not who I want to be at heart.
For 21, I know I should have more skills and be in better places, but theres nothing from anyone. No check-in, no advice, no motivation. Like "the birdling will leave the nest" instead of anyone preparing a boy to what is before him. Its not a snap of fingers or blink of an eye do I learn what is expected. On the grown up part, I feel heavily underprepared for the world and life. Far too long have I stayed and lived in my head. I cannot understand why I am still at home, a part of myself thinks to keep the peace but what peace needs to be kept? Nothing and no one is stopping me from leaving except myself and the thought that they will most definitely want to know where I am if I go, which I do not want to tell anyone. Or that I've been sheltered and not have realised the gates have been unlocked long ago. Things are not ok and I want to stop pretending when I leave. Even with Spring's green grass under a blue sky that ends the day with the orange sunset piercing the clouds to make them blue and pink do I feel grey.
"Watching to the night with tired eyes Waiting for nothing all my life" -Battle Against Time
I feel the kid within me, wanting to do those exciting things, yearning for any kind of companion or fellowship. What daylight reveries I can conjure to make him feel hopeful enough so he can shine soon. The things I want to do to feel happy. I want to water that little guy.
A lot of this I have remembered recently and still am connecting the dots. I already am upset at myself for not doing anything in life, but I want to be angry and I honestly hate myself for not seeing this sooner and listening to her for so long. Despite feeling broken and defunct, I still feel young enough but there's been so little done that it feels many chances are long gone. There is more freedoms I have that I do not know about and ones that I have had before that gathered dust. And now I am in a toss up between beginning college preparation now, leaving states or the country to act on these now childhood regrets. I don't want to be who I am now any longer. I just want to do something. And in between it all, confusion of what to do, how to feel and saddened that I am not who I once was or could have been.
2024.05.22 00:31 earthyvirgobabe Wishing your ex a happy birthday
Hello, guys!
I'd like to hear what you've experienced with wishing your exs a happy birthday and breaking the NC. How does this make you feel? answers? Also, if you were the one receiving the congratulations, what were your thoughts and reactions to them?
Thaaaaank u!
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I'd like to hear what you've experienced with wishing your exs a happy birthday and breaking the NC. How does this make you feel? answers? Also, if you were the one receiving the congratulations, what were your thoughts and reactions to them?
Thaaaaank u!
2024.05.22 00:31 natural-death For you.
I love your big cheeks when you smile. You always wanted to get braces, but I love your teeth the way they are.
I love your soft heart. I’d always admire how you cry. I’m sorry I made you cry so much sometimes. I’m too much like my parents.
I love that you always want to grow and how you can look forward. I’m so proud of you. I’m so grateful I was there to see you get your degree, to see you move out, to be part of your life.
I love that you love yellow and sunflowers and the sky. You were always so bright. I also don’t like it now too, because whenever I see something happy, I think of you, and it makes me really sad. Being happy makes me sad.
If art was for me, music was for you. I miss hearing you hum and sing. You’re a great singer. I can’t listen to soft songs anymore.
I loved giving you my last bite every time. Sitting across from you made me happy. It was always enough for me to just be with you. I didn’t need any gifts or flowers or letters, but I got those too anyway.
Sometimes you’d slap your big belly, and I’d slap it too. I liked that. Do you remember when I’d cuff your sleeves before work? Or run to get your hairbrush one more time? How you’d scare me through the window while I washed the dishes? How I’d hug you at the door when you came home? Scrubbing your back in the shower? Waking you up just so I could remind you that I love you? I miss calling you over so you could just lay on top of me. When we rolled on the floor after moving into your new apartment.
My friends and family say I idealize you too much. But I don’t think so. I did the cliche thing, the important healing step, where I made a list of all the pet peeves and transgressions. But it didn’t feel right, hating you or villainizing you. You had your flaws, your quirks and those were fine with me. It just reminded me you were human. The weird way you sleep, how’d you get a little too angry at video games, how you’d be too anxious to go out sometimes. I love the human you.
Sometimes I wish you were horrible to me, to make this easier. Everyone else I talk to had horrible exes, mean ones. When I listen to their stories, it’s not you I think about. It’s me, maybe. Maybe that’s what I am to you.
I went to Chickfila and Cheesecake Factory on my own to try and replace our memories. I took myself to brunch and looked at the colors of the floor, the ceilings and the letters hanging on the wall to stay grounded. I browsed the shelves of the Korean Mart where I’d buy you snacks and looked at the chocolate bar selection at Aldi’s. I went to an arcade with new strangers I met and tried to win myself my own prize.
My therapist asked me to recall a happy memory, a content one. I told her about how I drove your car over the Golden Gate Bridge. We stopped at the viewing vista over the San Francisco Bay, and I kissed you on the cheek as I took a picture. It was my favorite picture of us, I had it printed so many times and pinned to my wall. In that memory, I felt safe, I felt warm, I felt content, I felt loved.
I hate how you said I never loved you, how I am unable to love. What is this feeling then? And where does this pain come from, if not my shattered heart?
Because I love you, I’m supposed to let you go. Be happy for you and send you off with love. But you’re not here anyway, so I hope it’s okay if I hold on for a little while longer. Write you a letter, or two, and look for you in every song lyric and in every flower by the street. Think of you as the clouds pass by and feel you in my chest when I find a laugh.
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I love your soft heart. I’d always admire how you cry. I’m sorry I made you cry so much sometimes. I’m too much like my parents.
I love that you always want to grow and how you can look forward. I’m so proud of you. I’m so grateful I was there to see you get your degree, to see you move out, to be part of your life.
I love that you love yellow and sunflowers and the sky. You were always so bright. I also don’t like it now too, because whenever I see something happy, I think of you, and it makes me really sad. Being happy makes me sad.
If art was for me, music was for you. I miss hearing you hum and sing. You’re a great singer. I can’t listen to soft songs anymore.
I loved giving you my last bite every time. Sitting across from you made me happy. It was always enough for me to just be with you. I didn’t need any gifts or flowers or letters, but I got those too anyway.
Sometimes you’d slap your big belly, and I’d slap it too. I liked that. Do you remember when I’d cuff your sleeves before work? Or run to get your hairbrush one more time? How you’d scare me through the window while I washed the dishes? How I’d hug you at the door when you came home? Scrubbing your back in the shower? Waking you up just so I could remind you that I love you? I miss calling you over so you could just lay on top of me. When we rolled on the floor after moving into your new apartment.
My friends and family say I idealize you too much. But I don’t think so. I did the cliche thing, the important healing step, where I made a list of all the pet peeves and transgressions. But it didn’t feel right, hating you or villainizing you. You had your flaws, your quirks and those were fine with me. It just reminded me you were human. The weird way you sleep, how’d you get a little too angry at video games, how you’d be too anxious to go out sometimes. I love the human you.
Sometimes I wish you were horrible to me, to make this easier. Everyone else I talk to had horrible exes, mean ones. When I listen to their stories, it’s not you I think about. It’s me, maybe. Maybe that’s what I am to you.
I went to Chickfila and Cheesecake Factory on my own to try and replace our memories. I took myself to brunch and looked at the colors of the floor, the ceilings and the letters hanging on the wall to stay grounded. I browsed the shelves of the Korean Mart where I’d buy you snacks and looked at the chocolate bar selection at Aldi’s. I went to an arcade with new strangers I met and tried to win myself my own prize.
My therapist asked me to recall a happy memory, a content one. I told her about how I drove your car over the Golden Gate Bridge. We stopped at the viewing vista over the San Francisco Bay, and I kissed you on the cheek as I took a picture. It was my favorite picture of us, I had it printed so many times and pinned to my wall. In that memory, I felt safe, I felt warm, I felt content, I felt loved.
I hate how you said I never loved you, how I am unable to love. What is this feeling then? And where does this pain come from, if not my shattered heart?
Because I love you, I’m supposed to let you go. Be happy for you and send you off with love. But you’re not here anyway, so I hope it’s okay if I hold on for a little while longer. Write you a letter, or two, and look for you in every song lyric and in every flower by the street. Think of you as the clouds pass by and feel you in my chest when I find a laugh.
2024.05.22 00:30 No-Tie-3790 Is my mom acting crazy?
Hi, so I’ve been collecting some stuff for a while now, trying to decorate my new room with some figures and such. For my birthday I asked my dad if they could buy me one figure I managed to find on Vinted, and that was pretty much all I asked for. We’re pretty wealthy and I don’t remember a point in my life when we couldn’t afford something. I’m not spoiled by any means, and I don’t ask for money either but when my mom found out I wanted yet another figure she started to straight up insult me.
She started saying I’m stupid, immature (im 16f lol) and that I am an embarrassment to her for my little hobby of collecting figures which, by the way, are mostly for my money I’ve saved up. She also went on about me trying to fill a “void” (?) in me by buying all those figures which doesn’t really make sense but okey. Then she got mad at my dad for staring at her in stupid way and then went off about how everyone treats her like rubbish in this house and that she can’t stand it anymore.
No one treats her like rubbish, by the way. I do most cleaning, laundry and whatnot, and all that she’s left to do is just make us dinner and maybe buy groceries.
I don’t know what’s wrong with her, every single fight ends up with her being a victim of her stupid, immature daughter and ridiculous husband who doesn’t take her side (my dad doesn’t take anyone’s side but whatever). I don’t think I want to get to her head and really find out what’s wrong with her but if any of u has any idea I’d happily listen to you.
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She started saying I’m stupid, immature (im 16f lol) and that I am an embarrassment to her for my little hobby of collecting figures which, by the way, are mostly for my money I’ve saved up. She also went on about me trying to fill a “void” (?) in me by buying all those figures which doesn’t really make sense but okey. Then she got mad at my dad for staring at her in stupid way and then went off about how everyone treats her like rubbish in this house and that she can’t stand it anymore.
No one treats her like rubbish, by the way. I do most cleaning, laundry and whatnot, and all that she’s left to do is just make us dinner and maybe buy groceries.
I don’t know what’s wrong with her, every single fight ends up with her being a victim of her stupid, immature daughter and ridiculous husband who doesn’t take her side (my dad doesn’t take anyone’s side but whatever). I don’t think I want to get to her head and really find out what’s wrong with her but if any of u has any idea I’d happily listen to you.
2024.05.22 00:29 Lenny-73 egg irl
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2024.05.22 00:29 godssilliest ocd and intimacy
hi friends, been going through a bit of a slump recently. As of late I’ve been seeing someone, we’ve been friends for a couple of years and have recently been trying to see if maybe we’d make a good fit romantically. I can’t even try to figure out how I feel for them, though, because my ocd (mainly harm ocd) has been just out of control. whenever they touch me I just get a surge of really awful uncomfortable intrusive thoughts. It came to a head when I just atarted crying just as we were getting intimate the other day, and I really don’t know what to do. I can’t explain this to them, I don’t think. I obviously have a lot of shame around it, but I really don’t know what to go from here. Does anyone else have experience with this? Any advice that you might have to share would be so appreciated. thank you!!
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2024.05.22 00:28 yes_no-me I’m lost
I’m lost completely in life I don’t know what I’m doing anymore there’s so much that feels wrong but I can pinpoint what it is. It’s like that feeling that you wanna curl up in a ball and cry but you can’t your body isn’t letting you
I’m trying to decide how to go, OD? But you hear all these stories about how when they don’t work they just put you in more pain than youre already in and I’m stuck do I chance it and just take a ton and hope for the best or should I think it out a bit more
I don’t know should I write letters to my family or to just say my goodbyes that day then go. It’s hard to tell because some people will find that letter as a reminder but don’t wanna throw it out but others would want one and that’s not really a question I can exactly ask my family yk?
I don’t know should I get rid of my things because some parents like to keep their kids rooms the same while others can’t bear it. I want to make this as easy for my parents and siblings to get out and to just moved on but I’m not sure how
Any advice or guidance would be so appreciated
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I’m trying to decide how to go, OD? But you hear all these stories about how when they don’t work they just put you in more pain than youre already in and I’m stuck do I chance it and just take a ton and hope for the best or should I think it out a bit more
I don’t know should I write letters to my family or to just say my goodbyes that day then go. It’s hard to tell because some people will find that letter as a reminder but don’t wanna throw it out but others would want one and that’s not really a question I can exactly ask my family yk?
I don’t know should I get rid of my things because some parents like to keep their kids rooms the same while others can’t bear it. I want to make this as easy for my parents and siblings to get out and to just moved on but I’m not sure how
Any advice or guidance would be so appreciated
2024.05.22 00:28 TynneDalit The Group Home is Hell
I got diagnosed with reactive hypoglycemia about 3 years ago (I'd have to dive into my notes but it's been over 2 years) and it was life changing to finally know what was wrong with me and how to help it. For years before it I just knew it would help sometimes if I had something savory (protein) to absorb the sugar, and just felt like i was going crazy so much of the time. I'd crash, get hungry, angry, couldn't stop crying, even self harmed.
It isn't exactly easy to go to a low carb diet but I felt so much better it was worth it, learning I actually felt less hungry if I DIDN'T eat white bread or other high carb/sugary stuff and actually felt more full when I ate less as long as it had enough fiber and protein. I wasn't on a keto diet but I quickly learned that anything keto or Atkins was usually safe to consume and some actually tasted good.
My father is a narcissist and noticed I was losing weight (like most Americans I'm over weight but I was happier about feeling better than getting closer to a healthy weight) and not eating the trash he would buy or make (besides all the carbs and salt he doesn't practice any food safety like handwashing so I don't like to eat what he makes) and to try to force me to eat his food he'd throw my low carb food in the dog dish. That was just one of many ways he tried to control my life. Fortunately a little less than two years ago I was able to get into a group home.
At first there were some misunderstandings in the group home about my dietary needs, but this place was all about setting people up to become independent and healthy and with my Endocrinologist's notes I was able to work things out to have a low carb diet and didn't have crashes.
Unfortunately this first group home is only supposed to be transitional living so I had to move out and landed in this second group home. And this place has been hell. The first group home was setting people up to move on, would teach life skills like cooking (I already knew how to cook before coming to the first group home, helped teach others, it was a good environment) here people just come to rot. It used to be a nursing home and refuses to let anyone forget that. I can't even go into the kitchen, much less cook anything that can't be microwaved.
My dietary needs would have been on my application for this place. And I told them my first day here that I have reactive hypoglycemia and need to have a low carb diet.
They don't care. The only bread they have is white bread and they have white bread with every. single. meal. Shepherd's pie get a side of white bread. Pasta gets a side of white bread. If you don't like what's for breakfast you can get cereal- and don't expect something like Cheerios, the only cereal they have is sugary cereal, this morning I tried to get a cereal that isn't sugar and all they had is Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one morning they gave me Capn Crunch. If you have researched life with reactive hypoglycemia by now you know sugary cereal is on the don't eat list, and having sugary cereal first thing in the morning on an empty stomach is possibly the worst thing you can do, expect maybe hard drugs. No protein besides the milk they pour on it.
If you don't like what's for lunch or dinner you can get peanut butter and jelly- on white bread.
I calculated what this place feeds us in a single day and it's over the recommended amount of salt, sugar and carbs and below the recommended amount of protein. The only vegetable I've had in over two days was a little corn in the shepherd's pie and potatoes. They give us potato chips at least once a day.
I'm disabled (claim keeps getting denied) so I have no income. My endocrinologist got insurance to cover protein shakes for me, but the insurance only covers one of those a day. I bought a jar of peanut butter the other day so I can get some protein and have been eating straight peanut butter to the point that I'm sick to death of peanut butter.
Today I had an appointment so I had lunch over 2 hours late. They decided that i didn't need dinner. Didn't even ask me, I just went to dinner and had no food.
If you're wondering how I'm eating like this without crashing- I'm not. I've been having episodes pretty much daily since I got here. My mental health has gone to hell, I struggle to think straight. I keep dropping things. My joints all hurt. I'm supposed to have a job orientation later this week but I don't feel up to it at all since I'm always too hungry to even think.
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It isn't exactly easy to go to a low carb diet but I felt so much better it was worth it, learning I actually felt less hungry if I DIDN'T eat white bread or other high carb/sugary stuff and actually felt more full when I ate less as long as it had enough fiber and protein. I wasn't on a keto diet but I quickly learned that anything keto or Atkins was usually safe to consume and some actually tasted good.
My father is a narcissist and noticed I was losing weight (like most Americans I'm over weight but I was happier about feeling better than getting closer to a healthy weight) and not eating the trash he would buy or make (besides all the carbs and salt he doesn't practice any food safety like handwashing so I don't like to eat what he makes) and to try to force me to eat his food he'd throw my low carb food in the dog dish. That was just one of many ways he tried to control my life. Fortunately a little less than two years ago I was able to get into a group home.
At first there were some misunderstandings in the group home about my dietary needs, but this place was all about setting people up to become independent and healthy and with my Endocrinologist's notes I was able to work things out to have a low carb diet and didn't have crashes.
Unfortunately this first group home is only supposed to be transitional living so I had to move out and landed in this second group home. And this place has been hell. The first group home was setting people up to move on, would teach life skills like cooking (I already knew how to cook before coming to the first group home, helped teach others, it was a good environment) here people just come to rot. It used to be a nursing home and refuses to let anyone forget that. I can't even go into the kitchen, much less cook anything that can't be microwaved.
My dietary needs would have been on my application for this place. And I told them my first day here that I have reactive hypoglycemia and need to have a low carb diet.
They don't care. The only bread they have is white bread and they have white bread with every. single. meal. Shepherd's pie get a side of white bread. Pasta gets a side of white bread. If you don't like what's for breakfast you can get cereal- and don't expect something like Cheerios, the only cereal they have is sugary cereal, this morning I tried to get a cereal that isn't sugar and all they had is Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one morning they gave me Capn Crunch. If you have researched life with reactive hypoglycemia by now you know sugary cereal is on the don't eat list, and having sugary cereal first thing in the morning on an empty stomach is possibly the worst thing you can do, expect maybe hard drugs. No protein besides the milk they pour on it.
If you don't like what's for lunch or dinner you can get peanut butter and jelly- on white bread.
I calculated what this place feeds us in a single day and it's over the recommended amount of salt, sugar and carbs and below the recommended amount of protein. The only vegetable I've had in over two days was a little corn in the shepherd's pie and potatoes. They give us potato chips at least once a day.
I'm disabled (claim keeps getting denied) so I have no income. My endocrinologist got insurance to cover protein shakes for me, but the insurance only covers one of those a day. I bought a jar of peanut butter the other day so I can get some protein and have been eating straight peanut butter to the point that I'm sick to death of peanut butter.
Today I had an appointment so I had lunch over 2 hours late. They decided that i didn't need dinner. Didn't even ask me, I just went to dinner and had no food.
If you're wondering how I'm eating like this without crashing- I'm not. I've been having episodes pretty much daily since I got here. My mental health has gone to hell, I struggle to think straight. I keep dropping things. My joints all hurt. I'm supposed to have a job orientation later this week but I don't feel up to it at all since I'm always too hungry to even think.
2024.05.22 00:25 Complex-Luck-8332 Then why did he do it?
He always tells me that he wants me to always be comfortable with him. And if he does something to make me uncomfortable to tell him. I did. over and over again. Then why did he do it? I told him no. I pushed him away. over and over. I wanted to cry. he started to pull my pants down. he was begging me to let him. I push him away. "I always want you to be comfortable around me baby." Then why did he do it? Why did he make me feel like there was only one reason he wanted to hang out? why did he make me feel trapped? "People will see us," I say over and over just trying to get him to stop. I start to feel his hands slip under my shirt lifting it. I kept saying no. What does no mean if no action is put after it? I feel trapped as his hands start going lower and lower. I love him. he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I say no I say stop. he doesn't. I feel my pants start to pull down over my hips. no, no, no. I push him away again as his head starts dropping begging me to let him. why did he do it? why did I let him do it?
On the way home I started crying as he was holding my hand. I acted like I was sleeping. it's my fault I let him. I couldn't stop him. Maybe if I was stronger, louder, or maybe weaker? quieter? Why did I let him do it?
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On the way home I started crying as he was holding my hand. I acted like I was sleeping. it's my fault I let him. I couldn't stop him. Maybe if I was stronger, louder, or maybe weaker? quieter? Why did I let him do it?
2024.05.22 00:23 when_in_doubt__doubt One of my closest friends and coworkers tried to assault me at her party.
On Saturday, my (F/NB23) very close friend and coworker Hannah (F24) and her boyfriend Chris (M24) threw a late Cinco de Mayo party for a few of our coworkers and some of the girlfriends. There were 10 of us in total.
I was at the party from 7pm to 1am but the party lasted until 2am. Very important detail: I do not drink, and I was the only sober one. We've had plenty of parties before where I was the only sober one and we've never had any problems. Hannah was more trashed than normal this time though. When she's only drunk, Hannah is mostly herself but more goofy and loud. I learned on Saturday that when she is trashed, she's a completely different person. She is pushy, aggressive, and gets angry.
I'll do my best to properly paint the picture. We were all in the kitchen. 4 people were playing pong on the island, everyone else spectating. I was tucked in the corner of the counter, as in my ass was tucked in the L shape the counter makes. I was taking tons of pictures throughout the night, so I can easily recollect a lot of these details. At some point, Hannah turns around to talk to me. She puts her left arm on my right shoulder, pins me in the L-shape crook of the counter and presses herself against me. Immediately, she goes in for a kiss. I lean back, tell her no, and try to nicely get her off of me. Then she gets mad. Hannah says "What the hell!? My best friend and I make out all the time when we're drunk. Gimme a kiss," and immediately goes for it again. At that point, I push her off of me and walk to the other side of the apartment. In the moment, I was just like "that was weird as hell," but the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. All of this was right next to her boyfriend, and he didn't even react. Hannah left me alone after that.
Something I don't open up to a lot of people about is how many times I've been assaulted in my life. This is a bit out of character because I am such an open person about literally anything else. I cried to my mom about this today (the following Tuesday) and then admitted that I had been assaulted a lot previously. I'm very close to my mom and I didn't even tell her about any of these previous assaults. I feel like I have to make this distinction even though I really don't, but I have never been raped. I have been touched, held, groped, pinned, and other very traumatic things. Hannah was aware that I have been assaulted before but nothing more.
What Hannah had done was something my first boyfriend, Andrew, did to me a lot in our very short 2 months together. The first time he tried to kiss me, he grabbed my face and went in for it while we were in the car. I had to grab his face and shove him away. (Don't ask me why I still dated him, I have no idea either.) He tried to fuck me in the car on another occasion by climbing on top of me. He pinned me down onto a fallen tree in the woods and touched me and kissed me. He ...you get the point. Andrew was not the first nor last person to assault me.
What's destroying me the most is that she was the closest and basically only friend I have in this area. We all work in an office together, and I literally couldn't go to work today out of fear of seeing her (she was out yesterday). Hannah has an important interview tomorrow morning, then afterwards I'm going to tell her that I need space and our relationship needs to stay purely professional now. I can almost guarantee you she doesn't remember this occurring because she was so drunk. I asked two other people and they don't remember either.
Tldr; My coworker and close friend tried to assault me while very drunk (and I sober) at a party next to her boyfriend. Now, I have to face her about it and ask for space.
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I was at the party from 7pm to 1am but the party lasted until 2am. Very important detail: I do not drink, and I was the only sober one. We've had plenty of parties before where I was the only sober one and we've never had any problems. Hannah was more trashed than normal this time though. When she's only drunk, Hannah is mostly herself but more goofy and loud. I learned on Saturday that when she is trashed, she's a completely different person. She is pushy, aggressive, and gets angry.
I'll do my best to properly paint the picture. We were all in the kitchen. 4 people were playing pong on the island, everyone else spectating. I was tucked in the corner of the counter, as in my ass was tucked in the L shape the counter makes. I was taking tons of pictures throughout the night, so I can easily recollect a lot of these details. At some point, Hannah turns around to talk to me. She puts her left arm on my right shoulder, pins me in the L-shape crook of the counter and presses herself against me. Immediately, she goes in for a kiss. I lean back, tell her no, and try to nicely get her off of me. Then she gets mad. Hannah says "What the hell!? My best friend and I make out all the time when we're drunk. Gimme a kiss," and immediately goes for it again. At that point, I push her off of me and walk to the other side of the apartment. In the moment, I was just like "that was weird as hell," but the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. All of this was right next to her boyfriend, and he didn't even react. Hannah left me alone after that.
Something I don't open up to a lot of people about is how many times I've been assaulted in my life. This is a bit out of character because I am such an open person about literally anything else. I cried to my mom about this today (the following Tuesday) and then admitted that I had been assaulted a lot previously. I'm very close to my mom and I didn't even tell her about any of these previous assaults. I feel like I have to make this distinction even though I really don't, but I have never been raped. I have been touched, held, groped, pinned, and other very traumatic things. Hannah was aware that I have been assaulted before but nothing more.
What Hannah had done was something my first boyfriend, Andrew, did to me a lot in our very short 2 months together. The first time he tried to kiss me, he grabbed my face and went in for it while we were in the car. I had to grab his face and shove him away. (Don't ask me why I still dated him, I have no idea either.) He tried to fuck me in the car on another occasion by climbing on top of me. He pinned me down onto a fallen tree in the woods and touched me and kissed me. He ...you get the point. Andrew was not the first nor last person to assault me.
What's destroying me the most is that she was the closest and basically only friend I have in this area. We all work in an office together, and I literally couldn't go to work today out of fear of seeing her (she was out yesterday). Hannah has an important interview tomorrow morning, then afterwards I'm going to tell her that I need space and our relationship needs to stay purely professional now. I can almost guarantee you she doesn't remember this occurring because she was so drunk. I asked two other people and they don't remember either.
Tldr; My coworker and close friend tried to assault me while very drunk (and I sober) at a party next to her boyfriend. Now, I have to face her about it and ask for space.
2024.05.22 00:22 Some1UProbablyKnow Why can't I [M20] just do what I want?
Sorry for the shitty formating, I'm on mobile.
TLDR: Stupid idiot (probably) gets flirted with by a GORGEOUS girl, like she could just walk into a bar and everyone looks over gorgeous. Stupid guy ends up on here, not know how to react.
So this morning, I was at school, as you do you do and I had to go to the hall to use one of my schools pcs because I forgot my charger. As I start walking towards the pcs I noticed there was an aqaintance of mine sitting at a table behind me (she had a short fling with a friend of mine) I don't really pay attention so as I start logging in, I get my name called, I look over and just say hi how are ya, the basics, right?
Onto the relvant stuff we go.
I turn back, and I've been growing a mustache over the break and the acquaintances friend (I don't know her name, so I'll call her Anne from now on) tells me it looks really good on me
I'm not really good with compliments in general so I just said thank you with a big smile, then Anne asks me "Can I touch it?", I get really flustered, and without turning around from my monitor I say "sorry, only I get the privilige to touch it", and I understand that it's either just teasing, or maybe even flirting. I make a bit of a joke about it as we go back and forth, mostly without turning my face away from the screen (because I'm embarressed? Idk) eventually she jokingly tells me to face her when she talking to me, and after a bit of pushing I do, and immediately I don't know what to say because let me tell ya, she's GORGEOUS, like she's not even hot just actually gorgeos, I can't put it into words.
Then I ask her if maybe she has a mustache of her own and she could touch that instead? (????) She says no and even had my aqaintance check it to which she says; yea a little bit. Before I can say anything she immediately says but I want to touch yours! Again, I don't know if this is just a stupid joke or genuinely flirting. I tell her she can get on her knees, beg and cry however much she wants but she won't get to touch my mustache (my horrible attempt at flirting) She just straight up says ok I'll get on my knees, probably one of the most obvious innuendos I've ever heard, coming from a gorgeous girl, who seems to be into me somehow.
I don't know what to say and luckily a few more of their friends join them and I'm relieved but also frustrated that I don't get to keep talking to her. I also forgot to mention that the both of them complimented me on a few things beforehand like how I'm smart because I used the excuse "I forgot my charger at home, can I work in the hallway" to which I responded with "I know right?" Then Anne said something like "Well don't be too egoistic" I just responded with a little quip which I use far too often:"Can't help it, massive ego" She said she likes that about me (???)
So I know this seems like some random internet weirdo rambling on and on about some dumb thing, and that might be so, I just genuinely want to know why I can't just go up to her and ask for her number or instagram, you know? I'm an outgoing guy, mostly, but when there's this gorgeos girl who is almost definitely into me, I shut down? Again, I might be misreading things I have a tendency to overthink basically anything with girls and make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be or is.
Be that as it may, what is wrong with me? Can anyone for the love of god tell me what it is that I'm incapable of? Like what the actual fuck can anyone please talk some sense into me and tell me what I should do next? Honestly I can't stop thinking about it, like I don't even know her name but since today I've been into her alot.
Sidenote, this, again might be nothing but she knows my name, which for some reason just makes me smile, like she took the time to memorize my name, however small of a thing to memorize that is, I just get butterflies in my stomach when I'm thinking about that little fact :)
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TLDR: Stupid idiot (probably) gets flirted with by a GORGEOUS girl, like she could just walk into a bar and everyone looks over gorgeous. Stupid guy ends up on here, not know how to react.
So this morning, I was at school, as you do you do and I had to go to the hall to use one of my schools pcs because I forgot my charger. As I start walking towards the pcs I noticed there was an aqaintance of mine sitting at a table behind me (she had a short fling with a friend of mine) I don't really pay attention so as I start logging in, I get my name called, I look over and just say hi how are ya, the basics, right?
Onto the relvant stuff we go.
I turn back, and I've been growing a mustache over the break and the acquaintances friend (I don't know her name, so I'll call her Anne from now on) tells me it looks really good on me
I'm not really good with compliments in general so I just said thank you with a big smile, then Anne asks me "Can I touch it?", I get really flustered, and without turning around from my monitor I say "sorry, only I get the privilige to touch it", and I understand that it's either just teasing, or maybe even flirting. I make a bit of a joke about it as we go back and forth, mostly without turning my face away from the screen (because I'm embarressed? Idk) eventually she jokingly tells me to face her when she talking to me, and after a bit of pushing I do, and immediately I don't know what to say because let me tell ya, she's GORGEOUS, like she's not even hot just actually gorgeos, I can't put it into words.
Then I ask her if maybe she has a mustache of her own and she could touch that instead? (????) She says no and even had my aqaintance check it to which she says; yea a little bit. Before I can say anything she immediately says but I want to touch yours! Again, I don't know if this is just a stupid joke or genuinely flirting. I tell her she can get on her knees, beg and cry however much she wants but she won't get to touch my mustache (my horrible attempt at flirting) She just straight up says ok I'll get on my knees, probably one of the most obvious innuendos I've ever heard, coming from a gorgeous girl, who seems to be into me somehow.
I don't know what to say and luckily a few more of their friends join them and I'm relieved but also frustrated that I don't get to keep talking to her. I also forgot to mention that the both of them complimented me on a few things beforehand like how I'm smart because I used the excuse "I forgot my charger at home, can I work in the hallway" to which I responded with "I know right?" Then Anne said something like "Well don't be too egoistic" I just responded with a little quip which I use far too often:"Can't help it, massive ego" She said she likes that about me (???)
So I know this seems like some random internet weirdo rambling on and on about some dumb thing, and that might be so, I just genuinely want to know why I can't just go up to her and ask for her number or instagram, you know? I'm an outgoing guy, mostly, but when there's this gorgeos girl who is almost definitely into me, I shut down? Again, I might be misreading things I have a tendency to overthink basically anything with girls and make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be or is.
Be that as it may, what is wrong with me? Can anyone for the love of god tell me what it is that I'm incapable of? Like what the actual fuck can anyone please talk some sense into me and tell me what I should do next? Honestly I can't stop thinking about it, like I don't even know her name but since today I've been into her alot.
Sidenote, this, again might be nothing but she knows my name, which for some reason just makes me smile, like she took the time to memorize my name, however small of a thing to memorize that is, I just get butterflies in my stomach when I'm thinking about that little fact :)
2024.05.22 00:19 katieneversleeps Advice for traveling 1000 miles in a u-haul with my cat?
I am moving from Boston to Chicago this summer and, as I want to keep all my furniture, I have opted to drive a u-haul between the cities as opposed to flying. I adopted a cat last summer and it is the first cat I have ever owned, so I am a relatively new cat mom looking for advice of how to travel 1000 miles (a 15-16 hour drive) with him.
He is very much a homebody kind of indoor cat - he begins to cry if it even attempt to carry him outside of my apartment. I know the move is probably going to really disrupt / disorient him, and was wondering how I can make the transition more comfortable. I plan on getting a secure carrier and leaving it in the apartment with his favorite blankets and toys in it to expose him to it, but other than that I am at a loss of how else to prepare. How do I feed him / allow him to relieve himself along the journey? I am fearful he will try to run away.
I appreciate any and all advice, thank you!!
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He is very much a homebody kind of indoor cat - he begins to cry if it even attempt to carry him outside of my apartment. I know the move is probably going to really disrupt / disorient him, and was wondering how I can make the transition more comfortable. I plan on getting a secure carrier and leaving it in the apartment with his favorite blankets and toys in it to expose him to it, but other than that I am at a loss of how else to prepare. How do I feed him / allow him to relieve himself along the journey? I am fearful he will try to run away.
I appreciate any and all advice, thank you!!
2024.05.22 00:18 Some1UProbablyKnow Why can't I [M20] just do what I want?
Sorry for the shitty formating, I'm on mobile.
TLDR: Stupid idiot (probably) gets flirted with by a GORGEOUS girl, like she could just walk into a bar and everyone looks over gorgeous. Stupid guy ends up on here, not know how to react.
So this morning, I was at school, as you do you do and I had to go to the hall to use one of my schools pcs because I forgot my charger. As I start walking towards the pcs I noticed there was an aqaintance of mine sitting at a table behind me (she had a short fling with a friend of mine) I don't really pay attention so as I start logging in, I get my name called, I look over and just say hi how are ya, the basics, right?
Onto the relvant stuff we go.
I turn back, and I've been growing a mustache over the break and the acquaintances friend (I don't know her name, so I'll call her Anne from now on) tells me it looks really good on me
I'm not really good with compliments in general so I just said thank you with a big smile, then Anne asks me "Can I touch it?", I get really flustered, and without turning around from my monitor I say "sorry, only I get the privilige to touch it", and I understand that it's either just teasing, or maybe even flirting. I make a bit of a joke about it as we go back and forth, mostly without turning my face away from the screen (because I'm embarressed? Idk) eventually she jokingly tells me to face her when she talking to me, and after a bit of pushing I do, and immediately I don't know what to say because let me tell ya, she's GORGEOUS, like she's not even hot just actually gorgeos, I can't put it into words.
Then I ask her if maybe she has a mustache of her own and she could touch that instead? (????) She says no and even had my aqaintance check it to which she says; yea a little bit. Before I can say anything she immediately says but I want to touch yours! Again, I don't know if this is just a stupid joke or genuinely flirting. I tell her she can get on her knees, beg and cry however much she wants but she won't get to touch my mustache (my horrible attempt at flirting) She just straight up says ok I'll get on my knees, probably one of the most obvious innuendos I've ever heard, coming from a gorgeous girl, who seems to be into me somehow.
I don't know what to say and luckily a few more of their friends join them and I'm relieved but also frustrated that I don't get to keep talking to her. I also forgot to mention that the both of them complimented me on a few things beforehand like how I'm smart because I used the excuse "I forgot my charger at home, can I work in the hallway" to which I responded with "I know right?" Then Anne said something like "Well don't be too egoistic" I just responded with a little quip which I use far too often:"Can't help it, massive ego" She said she likes that about me (???)
So I know this seems like some random internet weirdo rambling on and on about some dumb thing, and that might be so, I just genuinely want to know why I can't just go up to her and ask for her number or instagram, you know? I'm an outgoing guy, mostly, but when there's this gorgeos girl who is almost definitely into me, I shut down? Again, I might be misreading things I have a tendency to overthink basically anything with girls and make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be or is.
Be that as it may, what is wrong with me? Can anyone for the love of god tell me what it is that I'm incapable of? Like what the actual fuck can anyone please talk some sense into me and tell me what I should do next? Honestly I can't stop thinking about it, like I don't even know her name but since today I've been into her alot.
Sidenote, this, again might be nothing but she knows my name, which for some reason just makes me smile, like she took the time to memorize my name, however small of a thing to memorize that is, I just get butterflies in my stomach when I'm thinking about that little fact :)
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TLDR: Stupid idiot (probably) gets flirted with by a GORGEOUS girl, like she could just walk into a bar and everyone looks over gorgeous. Stupid guy ends up on here, not know how to react.
So this morning, I was at school, as you do you do and I had to go to the hall to use one of my schools pcs because I forgot my charger. As I start walking towards the pcs I noticed there was an aqaintance of mine sitting at a table behind me (she had a short fling with a friend of mine) I don't really pay attention so as I start logging in, I get my name called, I look over and just say hi how are ya, the basics, right?
Onto the relvant stuff we go.
I turn back, and I've been growing a mustache over the break and the acquaintances friend (I don't know her name, so I'll call her Anne from now on) tells me it looks really good on me
I'm not really good with compliments in general so I just said thank you with a big smile, then Anne asks me "Can I touch it?", I get really flustered, and without turning around from my monitor I say "sorry, only I get the privilige to touch it", and I understand that it's either just teasing, or maybe even flirting. I make a bit of a joke about it as we go back and forth, mostly without turning my face away from the screen (because I'm embarressed? Idk) eventually she jokingly tells me to face her when she talking to me, and after a bit of pushing I do, and immediately I don't know what to say because let me tell ya, she's GORGEOUS, like she's not even hot just actually gorgeos, I can't put it into words.
Then I ask her if maybe she has a mustache of her own and she could touch that instead? (????) She says no and even had my aqaintance check it to which she says; yea a little bit. Before I can say anything she immediately says but I want to touch yours! Again, I don't know if this is just a stupid joke or genuinely flirting. I tell her she can get on her knees, beg and cry however much she wants but she won't get to touch my mustache (my horrible attempt at flirting) She just straight up says ok I'll get on my knees, probably one of the most obvious innuendos I've ever heard, coming from a gorgeous girl, who seems to be into me somehow.
I don't know what to say and luckily a few more of their friends join them and I'm relieved but also frustrated that I don't get to keep talking to her. I also forgot to mention that the both of them complimented me on a few things beforehand like how I'm smart because I used the excuse "I forgot my charger at home, can I work in the hallway" to which I responded with "I know right?" Then Anne said something like "Well don't be too egoistic" I just responded with a little quip which I use far too often:"Can't help it, massive ego" She said she likes that about me (???)
So I know this seems like some random internet weirdo rambling on and on about some dumb thing, and that might be so, I just genuinely want to know why I can't just go up to her and ask for her number or instagram, you know? I'm an outgoing guy, mostly, but when there's this gorgeos girl who is almost definitely into me, I shut down? Again, I might be misreading things I have a tendency to overthink basically anything with girls and make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be or is.
Be that as it may, what is wrong with me? Can anyone for the love of god tell me what it is that I'm incapable of? Like what the actual fuck can anyone please talk some sense into me and tell me what I should do next? Honestly I can't stop thinking about it, like I don't even know her name but since today I've been into her alot.
Sidenote, this, again might be nothing but she knows my name, which for some reason just makes me smile, like she took the time to memorize my name, however small of a thing to memorize that is, I just get butterflies in my stomach when I'm thinking about that little fact :)
2024.05.22 00:18 Artistic-Platypus847 Just got fired today
Good evening to you all. I am a teacher assistant that was recently fired today due to an ACS or SCR case that will be built against me in regards to a child being mishandled in my care. Everything was a spur in the moment & I wish I could take it back. So I can’t say too much on here about it. I am willing to accept criticism from teachers who feel like I am in the wrong, because I honestly believe that I won’t ever have a teaching position in my life ever again.
I accept the responsibility for what I did & I truly wish that this didn’t happen. Just for the record, this child is a five year old on the spectrum. I love these kids with all my heart, but I feel the school personnel and therapists have failed this child. I feel like with kids like these, we need to set a foundation for them to understand that the negative behaviors they do are wrong, and will be corrected.We’re supposed to teach these kids basic life skill sets so that they can advance in society as they age, but the school sucks as a whole. She has been at this school for two whole years and has not developed any type of milestones due to the fact that she has violent tendencies towards the children, the teacher and the teacher assistants. She comes in constantly everyday crying her lungs out seeking negative attention & we try to not let her get her way. It’s a constant battle with her because she switches her mood on/off each week.
I would like to go off the record that I don’t justify what I did was right to do to the child, but she comes from a broken family and tries to find love from us that we can’t truly give her. I just hope and pray to God that this doesn’t ruin my life in the long run because I actually enjoy working with children. But children with special needs are a liability and if I were to choose another place to work, it would be working with typically developing children. I know they’re a piece of work too and a liability, but I would know how to deal with them better because they would be able to express their feelings about what’s going wrong with them instead of a child that is non-verbal. With non-verbals, it’s a guessing game and we have to find ways to get them to stop these negative behaviors.
I would like to also pinpoint that the principal has never reported two teachers in the building at all for child negligence (leaving children unattended at the playground until other staff members found them) or having a teacher choke a child during a class photo (which is the reason why we aren’t allowed anymore class photos with the kids). There are so many unreported cases that the principal has failed to do but she had decided to make me the exception and terminate my employment. I will just do my best with this case filed against me and accept the consequences that come with it, but this school has so many cases and negligence issues that it will come back to bite them. I will miss the coworkers that I have made a relationship with, but all I can do is just move on with my life. Everything must come to an end, but I hope to the Will of God that things will get better for me.
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I accept the responsibility for what I did & I truly wish that this didn’t happen. Just for the record, this child is a five year old on the spectrum. I love these kids with all my heart, but I feel the school personnel and therapists have failed this child. I feel like with kids like these, we need to set a foundation for them to understand that the negative behaviors they do are wrong, and will be corrected.We’re supposed to teach these kids basic life skill sets so that they can advance in society as they age, but the school sucks as a whole. She has been at this school for two whole years and has not developed any type of milestones due to the fact that she has violent tendencies towards the children, the teacher and the teacher assistants. She comes in constantly everyday crying her lungs out seeking negative attention & we try to not let her get her way. It’s a constant battle with her because she switches her mood on/off each week.
I would like to go off the record that I don’t justify what I did was right to do to the child, but she comes from a broken family and tries to find love from us that we can’t truly give her. I just hope and pray to God that this doesn’t ruin my life in the long run because I actually enjoy working with children. But children with special needs are a liability and if I were to choose another place to work, it would be working with typically developing children. I know they’re a piece of work too and a liability, but I would know how to deal with them better because they would be able to express their feelings about what’s going wrong with them instead of a child that is non-verbal. With non-verbals, it’s a guessing game and we have to find ways to get them to stop these negative behaviors.
I would like to also pinpoint that the principal has never reported two teachers in the building at all for child negligence (leaving children unattended at the playground until other staff members found them) or having a teacher choke a child during a class photo (which is the reason why we aren’t allowed anymore class photos with the kids). There are so many unreported cases that the principal has failed to do but she had decided to make me the exception and terminate my employment. I will just do my best with this case filed against me and accept the consequences that come with it, but this school has so many cases and negligence issues that it will come back to bite them. I will miss the coworkers that I have made a relationship with, but all I can do is just move on with my life. Everything must come to an end, but I hope to the Will of God that things will get better for me.
2024.05.22 00:17 Local-Candy6017 Gamestop hates kids.
gamestop doesn’t care that my son died. i’ve been hesitant to make this point but im tired, i have enough on my plate and i just gotta let it out. my son died almost a year ago, he was murdered four days before his 2nd birthday. so i took my time off to deal with his funeral etc etc. i came back to gamestop and obviously not fully okay, im still not fully okay. it’s something nobody should deal with but i am so im trying my absolute best at work, ive been written up so much due to my performance being poor but can you blame me? my only son got his life taken away, birthdays, holidays, family events all taken away from him that’s the biggest burden a parent can carry, my manager and my district manager have been on my ass for the past to simply “do better” to the point of being told to leave my personal life out of work, basically being told “work to get numbers ignore what’s going on” i’ve had court hearings, talking to the district attorney, for my own sons murder trial and i’m just suppose to ignore that for this company bc they’re more concerned about my numbers looking good vs my own mental health, this company and my manager are finding ways to fire me, i have a spotlight on me and any mistake i make get ridiculed HEAVILY, on top of dealing with the loss of my son i’ve been constantly worrying about my numbers looking good for this company who clearly wants me gone but my coworkers are my family. some of them even attended my sons funeral and checked up on me daily. they’re the reason i stay because they mean so much to me and it means so much to me and im grateful for them, just had to vent to let yall know my current situation at you’re favorite company gamestop :D
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2024.05.22 00:16 MrDownhillRacer What's Your Headcanon DC Timeline?
For me, it's:
Year Negative Four
So after this, I stop having specific "years" and it becomes more like "periods of time in which certain things co-occur." So there might be considerable time intervals between events, yet those events might also paradoxically be squished into some 10-15-year timeline.
The Fall of Heroes Era
On the other hand, I wouldn't want to jettison the cool relationships that exist between the Golden Age and later characters, like Kyle Rayner knowing Jade. I think I lean toward "keep them on Earth-2, but allow them to have regular meetings and friendships with the Earth-0 guys." But if the walls between universes are that porous, that just raises the question of why Power Girl got stuck on Earth-0 when the rest of the Earth-2 people can go home whenever they want.
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Year Negative Four
- J'onn J'onzz is accidentally teleported to Earth by Dr. Saul Erdel. He disguises himself as police detective John Jones, using his powers in secret, but never revealing his Martian identity to anyone.
- After years of exploring the world, Arthur Curry discovers Atlantis and is imprisoned by its current rulership for three years.
- Clark Kent debuts as Superman in Metropolis (he was never Superboy)
- Other than Luthor, Gerald Shugel, Prankster, and Bizarro, Superman's first year is mostly spent intervening in ordinary crimes and crises, as not a lot of supervillains have come out of the woodwork yet.
- By the end of the year, Clark learns of his Kryptonian heritage.
- Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after training abroad and begins operating as the Batman.
- Batman has his first encounters with Catwoman, Hugo Strange, the Mad Monk, and Dr. Death. Other than this, Batman is mostly fighting street and organized crime.
- The Bat-Signal is established by the end of the year.
- Diana leaves Themyscira and begins operating as Wonder Woman.
- Wonder Woman is mostly working to stop Aries' plot, but she also encounters Paula von Gunther, Angle Man, Dr. Poison, and The Cheetah (Priscilla Rich).
- Hal Jordan encounters Abin Sur and becomes the Green Lantern of Sector 2814.
- Jordan first encounters Hector Hammond and Legion.
- Sinestro begins mentoring Hal.
- Barry Allen becomes The Flash.
- Oliver Queen returns to Star City and becomes Green Arrow.
- Arthur Curry escapes prison and makes his public debut as Aquaman.
- The wizard Shazam appoints Billy Batson to be Captain Marvel.
- Superman first encounters kryptonite, The Parasite, Metallo, Toyman, and Mister Mxyzptlk.
- Superman and Batman first meet.
- Superman later has his first encounters with other superheroes, teaming up with them when their paths cross.
- Batman first encounters The Joker, The Scarecrow, The Penguin, The Riddler, Poison Ivy, and Killer Croc.
- The Holiday murders begin.
- Batman wrestles with a venom addiction before kicking it.
- By the end of the year, the Falcone and Maroni gangs are mostly dismantled, and Harvey Dent becomes Two-Face.
- Wonder Woman first encounters Dr. Psycho, Circe, Giganta, and The Cheetah (Barbara Minerva).
- Hal encounters the Puppeteer, Sonar, Black Hand, Evil Star, and the Invisible Destroyer.
- Sinestro is stripped of his ring and exiled after it is revealed that he is misusing his power to rule Korugar.
- Superman first encounters Brainiac, whom he stops from bottling Metropolis.
- Superman first encounters General Zod and his confederates when they escape from the Phantom Zone.
- Superman has his first encounters with the machinations of Darkseid, as Intergang begins using mysteriously advanced weaponry and emissaries of Darkseid begin to attack Project Cadmus.
- Orion and the Forever People come to Earth to work against Darkseid.
- Superman first encounters a Boom Tube and visits SuperTown, where he meets Lightray and other new Gods for the first time.
- Batman first encounters Mr. Freeze, Clayface, and the Mad Hatter.
- Batman first encounters Mr. Freeze, Clayface, Deadshot, and Man-Bat.
- Bruce Wayne adopts Dick Grayson, who starts operating as Robin.
- Roy Harper becomes Speedy.
- Guy Gardner is appointed as a back-up Green Lantern.
- Alec Holland becomes the Swamp Thing.
- Wally West becomes Kid Flash.
- Kara Zor-El lands on Earth and becomes Supergirl.
- J'onn J'onzz unites Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, the Flash, and Aquaman to fend off a White Martian invasion. They temporarily operate out of a satellite Batcave in Rhode Island and form The Justice League.
- No longer keeping his presence hidden, J'onn J'onzz starts operating publicly as "Martian Manhunter" at the encouragement of his teammates.
- The League builds the Hall of Justice in Washington, D.C., which becomes their stable base of operations.
- The League later encounters Starro, Kanjar-Ro, Doctor Destiny, the Royal Flush Gang, and other villains.
- Green Arrow becomes the first League recruit and helps Bruce Wayne finance the Watchtower Satellite.
- Zatanna discovers her magical powers and enlists various superheroes to help her find her father, reconnecting with Bruce Wayne in the process.
- The League later recruits Black Lightning, Zatanna, Black Canary, The Atom, Hawkwoman, and Hawkman.
- Aquaman takes the throne as ruler of Atlantis.
- Garth becomes Aqualad.
- Barbara Gordon becomes Batgirl.
- Jack Ryder becomes The Creeper and Boston Brand becomes Deadman.
- Superman first meets Darkseid face-to-face.
- Superman encounters Mongul and War World.
- Morgan Edge's WGBS buys out the Daily Planet.
- Aquaman meets Mera.
- The League recruits Elongated Man, Red Tornado, Metamorpho, and Firestorm.
- Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, Wonder Girl, and Kid Flash form the Teen Titans.
- Oliver Queen loses his fortune, grows the goatee, and redesigns his costume from the Silver Age green-and-red suit to the Neal Adams suit.
- Batman first encounters Ra's al Ghul.
- Roman Sionis becomes Black Mask.
- Helena Bertinelli becomes The Huntress.
- Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen go their road trip across the U.S., going from being mere colleagues to friends.
- John Stewart is inducted as a Green Lantern.
- Nathaniel Adams returns and General Eilling starts Project Atom, blackmailing Adams to work as a government asset while posing as Captain Atom.
- Dick Grayson starts attending Hudson University, meaning that he and Batman begin to work together less frequently, though they still keep in touch and team up when Dick is on holidays.
- Bruce Wayne moves from Wayne Manor to his downtown Penthouse.
- Raven unites Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl, Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Starfire to form a new version of the Teen Titans.
- Dick Grayson becomes Nightwing.
- Jason Todd becomes Robin.
- Batman, Robin, and Wonder Woman visit Superman to celebrate his birthday, only to find that he has been captured by Mongul.
- Barry Allen dies saving the universe from the Anti-Monitor.
- Wally West becomes The Flash.
- Power Girl from Earth-2 becomes stranded on Earth-0.
- Amanda Waller launches Task Force X.
- While the original Justice League is on hiatus, the U.N. forms the Justice League International.
- Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters stuff starts happening now.
- Swamp Thing, Constantine, Etrigan the Demon, and the Phantom Stranger team up to fight the Great Darkness.
- Deacon Blackfire's cult takes over Gotham, but he is stopped by Batman and Robin.
- Jason Todd is killed by The Joker.
- Barbara Gordon is paralyzed by The Joker.
- Anarky debuts.
- Tim Drake assumes the mantle of Robin.
- Virgil Hawkins becomes Static.
So after this, I stop having specific "years" and it becomes more like "periods of time in which certain things co-occur." So there might be considerable time intervals between events, yet those events might also paradoxically be squished into some 10-15-year timeline.
The Fall of Heroes Era
- The Death and Return of Superman happen.
- Superboy and Steel debut.
- Bane debuts and Knightfall happens.
- Diana is replaced by Artemis as Wonder Woman.
- Shortly after Clark and Bruce return, Hal becomes the Parallax.
- Kyle Rayner becomes Earth's Green Lantern.
- Oliver Queen dies.
- Connor Hawke becomes Green Arrow.
- Clark Kent and Lois Lane get married.
- Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern (Rayner), The Flash (West), Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter reform the Justice League.
- Electric Superman Blue never happened, lol.
- Robin, Superboy, and Impulse form Young Justice.
- Cataclysm, Contagion, and No Man's Land happen (sorry for having so much destruction during the reconstruction era)
- Cassandra Cain becomes Batgirl.
- Obviously didn't happen around the turn of the millennium anymore because floating timeline.
- Our Worlds at War and Bruce Wayne: MurdereFugitive happen around here.
- Oliver Queen returns from the dead.
- Hal Jordan and the GLC return.
- Infinite Crisis, 52, and OYL happen.
- The War of Light (Sinestro Corps War through Blackest Night) stuff happens.
- The Black Glove/Leviathan Saga (Batman & Son through Batman Incorporated) stuff happens.
- Bruce meets Damian Wayne.
- The New Krypton stuff happens.
- Katherine Kane becomes Batwoman.
On the other hand, I wouldn't want to jettison the cool relationships that exist between the Golden Age and later characters, like Kyle Rayner knowing Jade. I think I lean toward "keep them on Earth-2, but allow them to have regular meetings and friendships with the Earth-0 guys." But if the walls between universes are that porous, that just raises the question of why Power Girl got stuck on Earth-0 when the rest of the Earth-2 people can go home whenever they want.