I (18)f and preparing my graduation soon and I feel lost right now.For context me and my mom had a good relationship when I was younger but after she left her ex husband things changed.She was more annoyed with me and distant for the most part she was there for me.She housed me and fed me but that was it I felt alone.I also have to younger siblings 8f and 9m. My brother and I are close and my sister and I aren't .Lately I noticed my mom tends to treat them very differently then how she did with me.She used the excuse that since my childhood wasn't the best she wanted to give them a good one.For reference they both have xboxs,switches,tablets.They also have all there school trips and other important things attended to while when I was younger I had none of that.I don't hate her for it yet I feel like even though she wanted them to have a good childhood she shouldn't forget about me her first born child. Lately me and my mother have gotten into fights over me not wanting to watch my siblings or not wanting to clean her house.Btw I don't live with her nor does she pay me or ask me if I can she demands it most of the time.Her reason is she just doesn't want to deal with them and as a sister its my job to watch them.I fell stressed and upset because when I do watch them I get yelled at and told I'm not doing it right and have never even gotten a thank you.She tells me constantly that I never do anything and get mad at me all the time and it frustrated me.The last straw thay broke everything is that her new bf came down to visit and her and the kids got to say goodbye to him.I had asked to come over and say goodbye as well and was told she would text me when she's not busy.I waited for hours and it was around 9pm at this point and I called her asking what was the deal and is things still happening.I was yelled at and told that I needed to be patient and that I was being annoying.I told her I just wanted to know what happened and what we were doing because I wanted to know.She yelled more and I got annoyed and hung up she has yelled at me more nothing multiple times and I was fed up with her treating me like a kid but then asking me to be an adult.I decided to message her and tell her that she isn't invited because I don't wanna fight on an important day to me and she was pissed and told my grandma.I live with her for the time being and she came to me pissed off telling me I had to invite her and I didn't have a choice.I explained to her that my mom has only ever been mean and rude towards me and things always end up fighting and she told me to get over it and my mom raised me.I got upset and yelled that she raised me and not my mom all my mom did was house me not raise me I spent more time with my friends or grandparents then her.Now my mom and grandma wont speak to me and some of my friends tell me i have a right to uninvite who ever i want to my graduation but now im second guessing letting her go to stop this bullshit.I just wanted to have a day to me and not stress so am i the ass here or am i over reacting ?

So about 1 year ago I met this girl, she was really attractive and after exchanging some texts she wanted to hang out. We went on a date, had a lot of fun and after a few drinks we ended up having sex in a hotel room. After this we started dating for a while, we would always go out every weekend and obviously we developed feelings for each other. I was not the kind of guy looking for a relationship, I would constantly have one night stands or just have fun with different girls; but the connection I had with this one girl felt really special, I lusted over her but at the same time I wanted to be just by her side every moment I could.
Eventually we started a relationship, we argued sometimes but nothing out of the ordinary. I stopped doing a lot of things I considered normal just to not make her feel insecure, like hanging out with my best friends (all girls), etc. Things were fine, except from the fact that she met my family about 2 weeks after knowing each other, while after months of dating I never went to her house, not even once.
She lived with her mother and her "brother", she would constantly talk about them, telling me about the things they did or when they would hang out. When I asked about who I assumed was her brother though, she said he "kinda" was, and that things were complicated but she would soon tell me everything about it. I assumed the kid was just adopted or something and simply shrugged it off.
We were a happy couple, we would hang out all the time and simply enjoy whatever we were doing, we were both deeply in love. Until one day we went to a bar with my friends, she already knew them, like I knew hers, so it was nothing new. However this time one of my closest pals brought a girl that I already knew, but would rarely go out. Everything was fine, we parted ways, I went to my house with my girl, we were really tired so we went straight to the bed and like always, had some fun before sleeping.
The next day was when everything went to hell. I was hanging out with my girl, when suddenly my pal texts me saying that I need to call him ASAP. I supposed something funny happened, as we would always talk about the stuff that we did the day after. I go outside and call him, he tells me to "be calm" and to take it easy, at least for now, this just shocks as he has never tell me something like this. Then he proceeds to tell me that my gf has a kid. I was in shock, it was about 10 months since we began dating and she never told me, or even tried to. I was shaking when dealing with this info, we are both fairly young so this was one of the things I never ever expected.
He told me that the friend he brought along yesterday recognized her as her cousin´s ex. And to everyone surprise, they broke up for this very reason, because she never told him about her kid. He then sent me screenshots of the texts he had with this guy, where he was in shock after finding it out and broke up with her.
I composed myself, went to my room and told her to pack her stuff, we need to talk, but outside. We talked for about an hour, I couldnt believe she had lied to me, or well, she hid something as important as that from me for so long! suddenly everything started making sense, from her getting offended from some stupid jokes I used to make to me never going to her house after all this time. I changed! I stopped doing all those things that bothered her and for this ? I felt betrayed, and after she left I went to my house, talked with my closest friends and try to get over it.
The very same day she called me, saying that she wanted to tell me but didnt know how to, that she loved me and that she didnt want to lose me. I was still in shock, and didnt want to see her again after all this, however she showed up in my door, and after letting her in (it was late AF and I did not want anything to happen to her) we talked about it. She said that things would be better, that it was the only thing she never told me, and that she did it out of fear of me leaving. I didnt want to believe all this, I really felt she was special; remember how I said i was kind of a playboy before ? I somehow wanted to marry her and have a family, something that I never ever wished to do with anyone else before. And suddenly, all this dreams and aspirations I had with her were gone; this may be a immature response but I felt that while this would be my first time, she already had it.
After learning almost everything about the situation, that she basically had the kid without knowing (she didnt knew she was pregnant until the very last months) we broke up but would still hang out like if we never did, things were not the same but this was the way I coped with all this I guess.
I started to be the asshole I was before, I loved her, but I still felt betrayed and didnt know what to do, as we werent really a couple anymore. Days went by and I started replying the messages of all these girls I used to ignore (who were obviously flirting with me). Some of them asking me to go out, or help me with stuff that I needed; I started going out with them, having sex, haging out, getting drunk, etc. Most of them developed feelings but I never reciprocated, I was just having fun like I used to. Suddenly my ex asked me to be her boyfriend again, and not knowing what to do I accepted.
Its been months after all this happened, we had a lot of fights because I just dont care about all the things that make her insecure now, I am the way I used to be again, we broke up again, but we still see each other every weekend. Recently a girl that used to flirt with me started to hit on me again, even sending food to my office, and there are other girls asking me out, and although I dont have as much time as I used to, as I am now focused on a personal project that has been the work of my entire life, I still manage to go out whenever I feel "bored".
I have tried to make it work with my ex, I swear, but everytime I feel like I want to marry her and have a family I remember that she already has a kid and how she lied to me. I start thinking about how stupid I would be as a step father. I can barely manage my life and I dont want to be responsible of a kid, even though she says that her mother takes care of him. I want to travel, I want to fullfill my dreams, and honestly, I dont want to have kids, not now, not in the future.
I dont know what to do, I have tried to stop contact with her, but somehow we end up talking again and the cycle repeats. Currently we are "happy" but I feel like I dont want to have her as my partner for life, as I know that doing so means that I would have to accept the kid, and to be honest (maybe this is a immature way to look at it) looking at the kid would remind me of everything that went wrong, and would also remind me of the fact that she was with someone else.

Hey y’all, my boyfriend recently got accepted into Columbia for grad school. We currently live on the other side of the country. I really love him but I don’t want to move to New York. I hate cities. Also for me moving to NY is difficult financially (I got a BA in psych and work in the non profit sector). While I have never been to NY I think my quality of life would be pretty low. I would have to sell my car and from what I’m seeing on indeed take a lower paying job. I’m also an introvert and like spending time at home and am not sure how I’d enjoy that time being spent in a cramped studio. We’ve looked at several apartments online (we know how fast they go) but our issue is he is wanting a bigger apartment than what I can afford splitting it 50/50. But the biggest issue is that this move would push back me going to school. My current job that I’ve worked really hard to get, is offering to help pay for me to go to school if I work for them for a while after. However that option obviously isn’t available to me in NY and if I did go to school in NY I’d have to pay crazy out of state tuition and I’m not trying to go into debt. We’ve talked about long distance and neither one of us want to do that. What would yall do in this situation?
Also if any of yall have made the move to NY for love and/or if you weren’t a city person and ended up loving it please let me know how it’s going. Is it as expensive as everyone says, I’ve been trying to create an estimated budget. Do I put my academic career on hold for a man?

I’m sorry but seeing the video of Travis saying that he’s bias to love the TTPD set on the eras tour….. is he delusional or has he just not listened to the album???😭😭 sir the entire thing is how she’s still in love with her ex boyfriend and you’re basically a rebound who had 1 last minute song about him thrown on there. Honestly at this point I’m so embarrassed for him.
Link to video if you haven’t seen it: https://www.threads.net/@tswiftedits_13/post/C7I5xDUuwat

My boyfriend (28) and I (24)have been or were dating for the past 9 months. With us being two guys it was a pretty significant relationship because this usually isn’t common for gay men.
Whole situation:
My boyfriend was straight when we first met each other and we hit it off pretty well. It felt natural considering we didn’t meet through an app and we weren’t looking for each other. I thought he was so pretty and later on did I find out he also thought the same thing about me. That night with our group of friends he continued to flirt and make jokes with me to the point where my friend was offended thinking he was gay baiting me. Sparing all the details of that night. Nothing sexual happened but we had good chemistry for barely knowing each other. Of course this confused him but after messaging some people to get my number he finally got in contact with me
My boyfriend made significantly less money than me considering I’m a veteran and also a medical professional and I think this caused a bit of insecurity with him even though I assured him I never cared. A few months into our relationship we were at dinner with some friends. We were all heavily drinking and I made a joke about being able to afford the car I have now. Just poking at him but it extremely hurt his feelings which I realized immediately. We went to his house and he was still visibly upset but I had to go home so I asked if he wanted to come over so that way I can be there for him since he was hurting.
This is where it gets complicated - I eventually asked him what was wrong after we made it to mine because he was sulking. He then told me how the joke was not funny and it hurt him so I apologized and assured him again that I did not mean to offend him. I promised I wouldn’t even make a joke or bring up financial topics again. He then became aggravated as (us both still intoxicated) he began getting loud and saying that we have nothing in common and the only thing I’ve done is made him miserable. He stated he felt trapped and then he said “what is even the point of us dating” he continue to yell at me as he was storming out. He ignored me as he waited for an Uber and declined to let me drive him home. He even walked down the street just so he wouldn’t be waiting in front of my apartment. At this time I continued to drink so much to the point where I was spilling wine everywhere. He wouldn’t respond to me over the phone. Not even to tell me he was safe.
I felt as if we had just broken up because of his aggravation and statements. (Sober me did not think this). I ended up downloading Grindr and convincing myself that he hated me and I drunkenly drove to a randos house to hook up. Which was extremely stupid. (I used to hook up with strangers during bad times in my life, of course this only hurt me. I think I was reverting back to my old ways of wanting to feel wanted). As I met the guy I began to sober up and realized I did not want to do this anymore but long story short, I was afraid to leave the hookup after he had been waiting and was aroused and I was also in his home, and I felt like he had a lot of potential to hurt me if wanted. So I just gave him a bj and left. As soon as I left I felt guilt in my life I had never felt before and I immediately deleted the app and vowed to tell my BF immediately.
The next day in the morning I told him what happened and assured him it was because of my immaturity that I did that and I never wanted to do anything like that again in my life as it hurt me so bad and this hurt him even more. He continued to tell me that he wanted to hurt me and that I can’t love him because I can’t even love my self. And some more stuff that extremely hurt my self esteem but at the time I thought I deserved it. Then he told me to get out of his house. He broke up with me via text 2 days later.
A few days passed and we decided to stay together as we both messed up. Me more than him though. I loved him and told him that my own actions caused me to cheat but I wasn’t thinking of the consequences and that in no way was it because I didn’t like him. But because I felt alone and hurt by how he treated me that night.
Our sex life was about once a month after this. He wanted to do something every day but I felt guilt every time he wanted to sleep with me. He also made a statement to me that hurt me so bad and I can’t put on here. He said he didn’t mean it but it made me ashamed to have sex at all ever again. He also stated a few months later that because I don’t have as much sex with him that it’s affecting his mental health and it doesn’t matter how I feel anymore but that I need to start putting out.
I’m also on SSRIs so it’s extremely hard for me to orgasm so every time we had sex it felt like it was just for him and I told him this. So when we weren’t together I would masterbate. He told me he does also but that I shouldn’t and that I should only be having satisfaction from him. I had sex toys before the relationship and he told me that they were disgusting and that I can’t use them. He even told me to throw some away. They were just regular phallic toys.
We continued to date for about 7 more months with resentment building up towards each other understandably.
Ending:
Last week I was already upset about our relationship and wanted to sit down and talk about it. But before I got the chance he hurt my feelings even more. I had just gotten my dream car, reasonably gonna talk about it. It also was 70k so I think it offended him that I could have the luxury of getting something so expensive. Last week I simply stated I wanted to get a modification done to the car and he told me he’s tired of hearing about the car and that I need to stop talking about it. He said I cared about the car more than him just because I talked about it. I also had a junk car before so I was just proud of myself. At this point I decided I can’t be happy anymore as he’s always getting upset with me. So we both agreed to split up. (Throughout our relationship he said “I love you” about 5 times for every time I said it just because I had a hard time showing I cared sometimes, at times I felt as him I didn’t love him enough because he loved me so much). I told him I want to remain friends and he agreed but now he stopped speaking to me altogether. I loved him and he “loved” me so how could he just drop me so fast. I know it takes time to heal from this but I feel like I just lost my best friend also and I don’t know what to do.

Many moons ago I fell deeply in love with Twin Peaks, David Lynch, and everything surrounding it. Presented today on the 7^th anniversary of the premiere date of Twin Peaks: The Return, is an interview with the actress and homeowner of the Palmer house who graciously gave her time to answer some fan questions that have been haunting us for years.
Journey with me to find out some answers you wanted, some you didn’t know you wanted, and some you can’t believe you lived without knowing including how to tour the Palmer home yourself!
Questions by Luke Sweeting
Luke: How were you approached to be an actress in The Return?
Mary: I was standing in the kitchen making sure there were enough donuts and coffee for the few key people DL (David Lynch) brought with him on 2nd of 3 visits before filming, which was the 4th visit. DL came into the kitchen by himself and said, Mary, are you an actress, and I said No. He then said, “Have you ever acted?” I said I hadn't. He then asked, would you like to have a small part in the movie? I said, “Sure”, but was nervous and excited at the thought. He said that it wasn't for sure but that if it did move forward, I would be in my own home and to act naturally, in other words, just be me. He has been watching me interact with some of the people he had brought. I heard he does like to observe people and get a feel for how they interact, look and sound. It is key to him that the person fit the character he is trying to create. He said if it did happen, I would get my script and go to hair and make up with the other actors. He was already trying to make me feel comfortable right there on the spot which I found very empathetic of him.


Luke: Had you ever acted before?
Mary: I really had not acted before other than a few commercials for the local TV station I worked for back in the day, but never a speaking part. I looked at it as definitely out of my comfort zone but who would turn down this opportunity? It was also therapeutic as I was going through a very trying time in life, so it was good to channel those feelings into doing something fun.

Luke: Has anyone recognized you in public yet? If so, do they call you Mrs. Tremond or Chalfont?
Mary: I have been recognized a few times which is funny but kind of cool at the same time. I was called Mrs. Tremond, which made me laugh. That is also on my license plate; I had to take advantage of that:)

Luke: (I know this answer, but I feel people would love to know the answer too) Was being a David Lynch fan the reason you bought the house, or was this just a happy accident?
Mary: I knew about Twin Peaks and about DL before buying the house. It is not why my ex, and I purchased the house in September 2014. It needed a lot of work at the time. The previous owner we purchased it from was the woman who lived here the first time around when Twin Peaks was filmed here. That is quite a story in itself, and I really wanted to sit with her afterward and chat with her about it, but she passed a few months after purchase.

Luke: Was there ever a culture shock moment of realizing you bought THE Palmer house, or did that happen after The Return finished airing?
Mary: This house was our first home purchase and we moved to Everett because of the history, great old historic homes and how much more house we could get up here. This area of Rucker Hill has some great history and amazing houses. The man who built this house was one of the first pitchers for Seattle baseball. We heard rumblings of Twin Peaks returning but it was around 2 months after moving in that we were away for a bit and came home to a notice at the door from the location scout asking us to call him right away as they wanted to do a film here. It was a mystery as to what it would be, but we felt it was going to be Twin Peaks. The whole filming process, when our parts were going to be aired and everything about the Return was a mystery. They actually filmed the Finale at the very beginning, so I had no clue where it was going to fit into the whole Film. Filming was an amazing experience. They were here for approximately 2 weeks preparing the home for both the Hawk/Sarah scene and the Finale. It wasn't until the Finale was aired that I realized how cool this experience was in the whole scheme of things and the impact in the Return itself. I wish I could relax a bit more and soak it in again, just to relive the experience and really study the process. Each person here was so professional and fun to watch do their work with such expertise. I couldn't have asked for friendlier people.

Luke: How has the fandom treated you?
Mary: The fans are incredible. They have been extremely kind to me. They are great gift givers and just very authentic and genuine folks in love with Twin Peaks. I didn't realize how intense these fans were, but I truly get it. There is nothing like this ever made before and it set the stage for a lot of other great TV and film. The fans have been awesome and I have many great friends from this experience.

Luke: Is there anything you wish fans wouldn’t do?
Mary: The only thing I wish for fans is that they don't just walk up to the door at various hours of the day and night. It is private property and not a public place for people to peek in windows and walk the grounds. There have only been a few that have done this; the majority is very respectful to me and my home.

Luke: Is it ever scary to sleep in the proverbial Palmer house? Are there ever guests who stay over and become a little nervous?
Mary: I am not afraid in the least to stay here. I was a tad apprehensive when we first bought it, but like the lady who lived here before would say, "this is just my house." Now a few of the guests who have stayed, they were a bit nervous to sleep in Laura's room, but that may be because I have a life-sized Bob mannequin in the closet:)

Luke: I know that you’re gracious enough to let guests visit this mecca of ours, could you tell me and anyone interested about how and when to properly ask to visit? (You could also mention your favorite flowers or favorite wine? I know I’d feel bad showing up empty handed)

Mary: I prefer people get a hold of me on Messenger or IG or Twitter and ask to see the house, so I can make an appointment for them, especially since Everett is not that close to North Bend and Snoqualmie. I do now charge $25 for a 30-45 minute tour as I have done quite a few. I do love flowers and red wine. I have received some very incredible gifts from some fans which I am forever grateful for. The fans are so very thoughtful, and I have a little spot in my Palmer dining room where I proudly display some of the gifts and artwork.

Luke: I understand if you don’t want to answer this one. What does your role in Twin Peaks mean to you? To us fans I feel like it was the perfect subversion of expectations while also being incredibly meta.
Mary: There are 2 questions I can't answer and one of them is expanding on my character. I do, however, think it is cool to be an infamous Tremond!

Luke: How does it feel to be appreciated as a part of a now 30-year-old piece of media that will last forever and has influenced kids like me to make careers in film?
Mary: It is very humbling to be part of the TP mystique and genre. I am blessed and love being able to share a piece of it with fans who have never been able to see the Palmer House. The responses of people who visit is my gift. I love seeing their excitement and joy at walking through my door and each and every person is a joy for me. I have made great friends, learned wonderful theories and have listed to some reveal trauma in their own lives, which invites me into some very private parts of their lives. It has been a life changing experience for me, and I hope it has been for them as well.

Luke: Finally, what was it like working with David? Are there any fun tidbits or stories of how he directed you / that wonderfully haunting scene burned into our memories forever?


Mary: Working with DL was an incredible experience to say the least and very humbling and rewarding. He is a master filmmaker and director. The gift he gives is what we as individual viewers choose to take away from his art.

He is a wonderful director in that he ceases to tell you how to act, rather use your raw and organic natural emotions to drive the performance. I believe he knew I was going to be a bit anxious and guarded and most of all a bit nervous, which worked well for answering the door at night to 2 strangers. He tweaked a bit but left us to the scene and frankly Kyle and Sheryl would make most people look good. We only had 2 takes which was great. We practiced a bit outside before the scene which helped. Also meeting Kyle and Sheryl in hair and makeup was an introduction to them both that was organic and for me very helpful. I felt like I was acting already with 2 friends. DL and Kyle and Sheryl were very encouraging. DL knows what he wants and how to transfer his ideas out in the scene with great kindness and finesse and humor.

Luke: I’m sorry but I have to ask. Any hints to what was being spoken to you behind that menacing white door?
Mary: There were no hints of who was behind door other than me calling him Honey. He was supposedly answering my questions and then I was relaying answers to Kyle and Sheryl.

I, 27F, misplaced myself a long time ago. I had a 10 year relationship/marriage with an emotionally abusive narcassist. During that time i really lost myself. After it ended I began seeing my soulmate. He was my best friend of 6 years, and we both really deeply love each other, but i had never healed from before and so im sitting here at my parents with my 2 babies and im lost. I havent held a job since my ex broke into my boyfriends house with a gun in the middle of the night. That night traumatized us both and we wound up moving in togetber a lot sooner than we wanted to. During the last year ive been in the darkest place ive ever been and he did virtually everything to care for us and my kids. I was stuck. Ive finally snapped out of it but its too late and ive broken him. Ill never forgive myself for becoming the person who hurt the man who has shown me nothing but healthy love and i love so much. I cant change that i didnt snap out of my deep depression soon enough. So im at my parents to live, weve decided i need to stop trying to survive a while before i go back to work (im an RN). But im lost. I dont know what makes me happy anymore outside of mt kids, ive hurt my soulmate- i hope life brings us back together someday but I cant let that be my goal.
So i guess the advice i need- where do I even start? Im so lost. Genuinely i feel i have no purpose outside of loving my kids into healthy happy adults and not ruining them too.

Please note - this post shows how picky I am when shopping for a vehicle. It's good natured, but if it bothers you when someone obsesses over the details this post will likely upset you .. turn back now!! 😂
My boyfriend has a Tacoma and I love it. I've been wanting to pull the trigger on the RAV4. I'm waiting to buy a 2025 - not for a redesign, but in the hope that maybe they'll make a model with a panoramic sunroof in Canada. It's seriously the only feature missing, and I just don't understand why it isn't an option here.
I know that the Prime has it, and honestly I would prefer a Prime, but I can't stand red stitching in a car and you can't get away from it. Also kind of waiting to see if that dies off on the 2025 Prime.
Any thoughts on the likelihood that one of these dreams comes to fruition?

I (32M) met my wife (34F) 13 years ago at university in a class. She, at the time, had a boyfriend. I did not know this, and we went out and had a drink. We kissed, but she said she had a bf and left. We stayed in very loose contact. I had several girlfriends and hookups over the next few years at uni. Four years later, nine years ago, we met at a masters course at a different uni in a different country. We went out for drinks and kissed, and got naked, but she pulled away from having sex.. suddenly.. and said she had was seeing someone else and she didn’t want to “cheat on him”. The next day she messaged late in the afternoon and said she was in the midst of a messy break-up and now wasn’t the right time.
That evening, or the next day or so, it’s a long time to remember exactly.. a friend of mine introduced me to a girl on a night out and we went back to hers and made out naked and I fingered her and she gave me a bit of a bj. We didn’t have sex. She mentioned she was working things out with someone and things fizzled.
A few days later my, now wife, said she wanted to go on a date. We did, and have were together a few months, aside from Christmas break during the masters degree where she slept with her “ex” “accidentally” and we broke up and got back together later (I also slept with some women before getting back together).
We got married six years ago. No reason to think anything has gone wrong since. But at my brother (30) birthday recently, the girl I kissed 9 years ago turned up with a mutual friend. She said “omg haven’t seen you in ages” to me. Later in the evening my wife freaked out asking how I knew her, and I chuckled and told her. My wife is screaming mad. Smashing plates, breaking things, saying I cheated on her (9 years ago) and how she should never have felt guilty fucking her ex over Christmas, 9 years ago, because after I kissed her I kissed someone else.. and demanding I go get STD tests and that we divorce. She’s demanding an apology, I have apologised for mentioning it, but refuse to apologise for the action. It was nine years ago, and she didn’t want to date me, for one night in there.. yes.. I went out with another girl (and several others I obviously can’t mention, but my —now- wife said we weren’t dating or exclusive!).
AITA for mentioning I kissed a girl before we were official?
TL:DR
My Wife of six years is angry I kissed a different girl nine years ago, after she told me she had another guy she needed to “work things out with”. She wants an apology, I’m refusing.

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.

Hi all, longtime listener, first-time caller. Please see my query and first 300 below.
My biggest question is this: 95% of the story takes place in 2014, but the book opens in 2020 when my main character receives a letter from the California Dept of Fair Housing & Employment informing her of an investigation into behavior at Chatpic. Receiving the letter spurs her to tell the story of what happened back then. The book checks back into 2020 in the middle as my MC tries to get more information about the investigation, and then it ends back in 2020 again when she decides what she wants to do about the letter.
The reason the story takes place in 2014 is because the time period--pre #MeToo/Donald Trump/the workplace reckoning of 2020--informs the decisions the MC makes back then, and she's looking back at it from a wiser perspective. If you've read The Rachel Incident, Caroline O'Donoghue does a similar thing as she retells a 2008 abortion story from the perspective of present day.
In the end, the investigation is not a driving force of the plot--so my question is how important is it that it's mentioned in the query? I ask because I've found that trying to add that piece to what I've already written starts to get convoluted, though obviously I can work at it. I think it's very clear once you read the first 300, but for agents who don't want a sample, is it clear in the blurb that this story is looking back to a time gone by?
Mostly looking for insight on this question specifically, but if you have further feedback about the letter for first 300, open to that as well. Thanks!
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Dear [Agent],
Thank you for the opportunity to submit my query for TERMS OF SERVICE, a true-ish fictional story about a young woman in a nearly impossible workplace a la UNCANNY VALLEY meets THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (with shades of 9 TO 5). TERMS OF SERVICE is complete at 95,000 words.
It’s 2014 and down-and-out celebrity blogger Maggie Clarke is desperate for a fresh start. Not only is she broke in New York City, but at 31, she thought she’d be writing something a little less embarrassing than Justin Bieber listicles by now. When her longtime internet friend Aron York–recently named the world’s youngest billionaire–offers her a lucrative position at his massively popular social media app Chatpic that puts her at the center of his inner circle in Los Angeles, it’s exactly the step-up she’s been waiting for. As Maggie learns to manage the always-on hours, the slew of acronyms, and the unlimited access to free cold brew, she encounters another more complicated problem–the boys’ club. Except this isn’t the typical ham-fisted sexism she’s used to–this is the tech bro variety: insidious, inexorable, and infuriating. When she meets an ambitious young reporter who encourages her to speak out, Maggie has a shot at revenge. But in a world before mansplaining and microaggressions, is blowing the whistle worth the risk? And is anyone ready to hear it?
Like Maggie, I was also plucked from internet obscurity by the world’s (then) youngest billionaire, [redacted], to come work at his massively popular social media app, [redacted company]. I was a founding member of the company’s content team, and all I have to show for it is six footnotes in the [redacted company] biography [redacted title] and the brutal feminist awakening that inspired me to write this manuscript. Before that, I was a full-time writer in New York whose work has appeared on MTV, Rolling Stone and Elle. Currently I’m a content and editorial consultant in Chicago, and I’m also on TikTok where 21,000 people watch me rant about work and office culture. (It’s also where 2M people enjoyed my show-and-tell video about the “sentimental” stock certificates [redacted company previously mentioned] gave a few early employees–that were worth exactly $0.00.)
As the agent who represents [Author 1] and [Author 2], you have a strong list when it comes to complex female characters embroiled in complicated social dynamics. TERMS OF SERVICE would be a great addition to this track because, while similar themes of class and workplace are explored, my flavor of levity and sarcasm makes my work distinct from [Author 1] and [Author 2], bringing a new facet to your program.
If you are interested in reading TERMS OF SERVICE, I would be happy to forward a sample of any length you suggest. Thank you for your consideration!
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First 300:
Chapter 1
2020
A lot of people might revel in the idea of receiving a letter announcing an investigation into their ex-employer.
One might, for example, envision draping themselves in a mink stole, lighting the cigarette at the end of their old-timey cigarette holder, and dialing the investigator’s number from a rotary phone atop a solid wood desk under shadowy, film noir lights. One might then imagine whispering I knew this day would come into the receiver between bursts of psychotic, hysterical laughter as they rejoiced in the long overdue arrival of the long arm of the law.
But me, I wasn’t so sure. Maybe because I didn’t have a mink stole.
No, I was crouched on the ground of my parents’ musky basement in Des Plaines, Illinois, knee-deep in piles of old diaries and CDs when I received notice of one such letter. It was month four of COVID, and Dad and I were only halfway through his cleaning list. He was already a germaphobe so a global pandemic was all he needed to justify a top-to-bottom disinfection of the entire house. And since my routine trip home in the middle of March turned into a hapless extended stay when the world shut down, it was the perfect excuse to put me to work. Just like the good old days.
We wiped down every square inch of the place. We soaked the faucet heads in lemon juice, we scrubbed the coffee mugs with baking soda. We vacuumed the damn fridge.
Reorganizing the basement shelves was a beast. Every box was like a Russian nesting doll of useless crap: old TV Guides, corroded double-A batteries, dried-out cans of paint primer, an unsettling number of hand saws. I made decent headway through the “tools” and “electronics,” but I lost all steam when I got to my high school stuff—faded Polaroids and folded-up notes stopped me in my tracks.

Hey, so last year oct 24th 2023 during my employment with walmart I was taken to the cash room for a coaching there was the manager of ap services (the department I was under) and the witness another manager as walmart tends to always make sure another person is in the room when you're being given a coaching. So someone had had stolen merchandise and the manager claimed It my was my fault they never showed me the tape and I'm almost certain all her items were bagged and I know she didn't set off the alarm, but anyways she gives me the whole spill about how my job as ap services ta is important for deterring theft and I'm the last and first face customers see we all know customers don't HAVE to show their receipt and some aren't going to so when I tried to rebuttal with a scenario where it's next to impossible to check a customers receipt to determine if I would still somehow be "at fault" if a customer is reluctant to letting you see a receipt but while I'm mod sentence with the scenario the manager cuts me off and says "you have an advantage" she said this while gesturing her hand from my head to my toes she placed her hand back to herself saying "if I were to ask for a receipt they would say I'm racist" now I tried to have a broad horizon of thinking to narrow down how she could've meant her comments in a "good" way a non racist way but i kept coming to the same conclusion that it was just flat out racist to say that! I actually used ppto and didn't come back after lunch (as I informed them I would most likely be doing)I attempted to talk to the people lead about it who wanted no parts of the situation giving me the ole runaround taking me over to the pictures informing me I have to talk to this individual and he doesn't handle it he just didn't want to handle it. I was able to get some audio recording of the meeting with the lead store manager when he rescinded the coaching and a conversation later with the witness stating that she was bothered by the Comments that the manager had made she assured me she would be speaking to someone "higher" than she was. Meanwhile I had already submitted a claim through the lovely ethics department get this walmsrt has a 0 tolerance policy supposedly only when I brought these claims to their attention and wrote my statement because I was the last one to do mine according to the individuals in house who were handling the claim ironically one of them was the people lead who wanted no parts! I constructively discharged a few weeks after this the manager would also laugh and taunt me every chance she'd get when she'd see me (nothing I could prove with documentation) I had also filed a claim with the eeoc and finally got to the interview process almost two weeks ago they quickly closed the charge the day after it was filed and they determined essentially that they made no determination they say they can't conclude if further investigation would proof or disprove my claim and that their notice doesn't mean my claim lacks merit and that it doesn't mean walmart wasn't In violation below there is the rights to sue letter with the witness who still works there and the audio i have of her claiming she heard the comments too be good evidence that can be authenticated? Does the eeoc "neutral" determination make it less likely or less desirable for a firm to want to cater to my claim? I'm biracial african American & Caucasian btw

Hello Pilipinas!
I'm F39 and my boyfriend is M43.
We're both separated from our ex spouses with 1 child.
We're a new couple (barely 2 months), and I just want to ask your opinion about our dating setup, financially.
I met and dated him without a job, but since he came from a wealthy Chinese family, he survived and still can spend dating with me using his emergency funds.
I noticed however, that I always spend most of our dates even if he's the one who asked. Hotels, motels, restaurants. Last week, I spent almost 20k because of our dating escapades. 10k plus 2 weeks ago for a sudden outbof town trip.
I honestly understand that he has no source of income right now. But I'm just worried that this would be our financial setup moving forward.
Last night, we're talking about our future, and he categorically said, pera ko, pera ko. Pera mo, pera mo. Reason being is his trauma with his ex wife's financial abuse. Nothing was left to him.
As a woman, a partner, I felt unsafe. Unsecured. I've been a provider to my loved ones since Day 1. Even to my ex partners. I'm a very generous person. But something in me is wanting a partner who's a good provider.
Please enlighten me if I should already tag our situation as a red flag.
While it's not too late...
Thank you.

We are in the process of buying a home we have been looking forever and finally found one we love. We put in an offer and after coming up above asking and adding a free leaseback they accepted. Got the inspection done and while there aren’t foundation issues there are, plumbing leaks, roof problems, hvac corrosion, and electrical issues and a ton of other items. We initially asked the sellers to fix the safety issues fix the leak, roof maintenance etc and give 15k in concessions. They came back stating denied in all caps bold lettering. We were hoping for a negotiation but they claim to still have interested buyers. There is not however an official back up offer. The cost of the repairs are around 50-60k and include mitigating galvanized piping, arc electrical, etc. we are debating on upping our purchase price to 450 instead of being forced to make the repairs if the seller is unwilling to budge. The neighborhood doesn’t support a 212 price per sq ft with the home cost and repairs required. Just curious is this is standard or if sellers have been more willing to negotiate.

I have absolutely no idea what to do. I have nobody to rely on. I don't know what to do. I am 19f. My life is a complete shit show. I was bullied not only emotionally but physically throughout my childhood, primarily due to being neurodivergent, though I didn't know that at the time, just thought I was "weird" and nobody liked me despite being a kind kid. I was obsesssed with early childhood education, reading books by Maria Montessori and writing teaching philosophy statements at the age of 8. I was paralyzed for about a year at the age of 11 and suffered severe medical trauma in the hospital as well. I felt my autonomy was stripped away from me and various professionals there, looking back, were abusive and negligent. There in the hospital I remember wanting to die for the first time. When I got out, the bullying just got worse because now I had the whole being-in-a-wheelchair-thing going against me too. I ended up doing stupid shit to impress my peers and try to make friends, which just meant that I was constantly getting into trouble as a younger teen, which didn't help my mental health. I tried to kill myself at 13. My mom slapped me in the face while I was bleeding from my wrists and told me I was going to ruin her reputation and that I couldn't go to the hospital. I really needed stitches, I still have very visible scars from that day. She sewed holes in some long sleeved shirts for me to put my thumbs through to hide my arms at school and told me not to tell anyone. Things were never the same between me and my parents. I began at 14 seeking validation from adult men online. It was stupid and reckless, but it helped in the moment. I was kidnapped a week before I was supposed to start high school by a 33 year old man. He drove me to a different state 500 miles away, raped me, and tried to strangle me to death before police came. They treated me like a suspect and handcuffed me and made me sit in a cold car for 3 hours in the middle of the night. There was an amber alert sent out all over. I was put in a psych ward for about a week and then began 9th grade at a new school as "the girl from the amber alert" to everyone around me. Everyone was talking about it and asking for specifics and making jokes about what happened to me. It also made me a target for older boys who thought it was evidence that I was easy to manipulate. One of them ended up being the reason I had to leave school a month later. I did online school with my now emotionally abusive parents for several months before starting at a new school. But then, covid shut everything down again, and it was all taken away from me. My mental health was terrible and my parents opted for an unhelpful tough love approach. I became very hypersexual due to my trauma, which ended in me being assaulted more times than one. My parents blamed me and began to resent me, their words not mine. I entered a long term relationship at 16 with a boy I truly loved, we will call him K. K got me pregnant and I wanted to keep it, but my parents forced me to get an abortion with illegal drugs. It was traumatizing and I spiraled. A mentor figure who was a family friend betrayed me horribly. K got me pregnant again. I was on birth control, though everyone believes it was intentional, it was not. My parents said I could either get an abortion or leave home, so I moved out at 17. I got my shit together. For a while, things were good. I got an associates degree incredibly quickly and began a successful career in early childhood education as I had always dreamed. I worked my way up to a lead teacher at 18 and loved it. K and I were so happy. He proposed. The kind of true love most people never get to experience. Most of my peers drifted away during my pregnancy. I didn't care, I had K, my unborn baby, and my job. Then, while in labor, I found out K was cheating on me the entire time. I forgave him and we tried again, though I was postpartum and heartbroken. I stayed home with my newborn son while he worked, or so I thought. Really, he got fired or never went to every job I thought he had. He would drive there and turn his data off so his location was set there all day. He would stage pictures and talk about work. Really he was cheating, doing drugs, and playing video games while I was at home with our baby. His anger issues got worse and he'd get violent but not to the extent that I couldn't justify it to myself. His whole family knew. The cycle of him being caught and apologizing profusely and then doing it again went on for a while before he said that he needed to get out of his house where his cheater DV father was impeding his progress in getting better. I love him. It made sense, his dad was clearly where the behavior stemmed from. I left my housing program to get him out and we all 3 lived in hotels for a few months. I had to sell my body to afford a place for us to live. I was working full time as a lead teacher it just wasn't enough. He still couldn't keep a job but he wasn't lying or cheating. I got us a nice apartment all on my own. Things were good for a while. His anger issues would flair up at times but not as bad, and no lying or infidelity. We had so many heart to hearts. We got married. I did great at my job. He started doordashing for income. Things were going well. Then 6 months into our marriage, about 9 months after we moved out/7 months after we got our apartment, he sprung on me that he wanted a divorce. That was about 7 months ago now. We have been living together and I have been hoping to rebuild. In his vows, he swore so sincerely and in such great heartfelt detail to do better and be better and stand by me. And then he just through it all away. He has been so mean lately. Sometimes things are okay and it's like everything is the same. But he thinks I don't clean enough even though I try and he says I don't support him emotionally even though I really feel like I do. I also pay for everything, I even bought him an 800 dollar PC a couple months ago. I got really sick a month ago. Like vomiting 10+ times a day. I thought I had a stomach bug and didn't have money to go to the doctor over something so trivial that would clear up on its own. I made too much for medicaid but still not a lot. After only 4 days of being gone and feeling like shit, my work fired me. After another week or so of feeling sick and getting so weak I thought I was dying, I went to the hospital. They said all the vomiting had made me very dehydrated and I was lacking in a lot of vitamins. They gave me medicine and an IV. Turns out I'm pregnant and have HG. I'm pretty far along. At first K was supportive but now he acts like I'm trying to "trap" him with a baby, which doesn't even make sense. We were having unprotected sex and the only birth control was that I am breastfeeding, which he knew, so it isn't that crazy of an outcome. He has been so cruel and angry, saying terrible things. He threatens to leave when he gets mad so I beg him to stay because he knows I'd be all alone and I love him a lot. He has said some terribly cruel things and it's like every tiny thing I do wrong makes me the villain. Yesterday he blew up on me and it was scary and terrible. Today, I found out the few friends I thought I had hate me. One of them sent me the most cruel message I have ever received completely unprompted. I have no family support, no friends, my husband hates me, and everyone I've ever cared about except my son (who is different because he's too young to understand and he loves everyone and he is also a responsibility) wants nothing to do with me unless they are using me. I am so suicidal. I know a lot of people are suicidal but I am genuinely at a point where I am close to doing something I can't take back. But I can't because of my kids, both the 1 year old and the unborn one. And as much as I know I should be grateful for that, it feels so unfair. I've been having to do things I don't want to for money again. I have another great teaching job lined up but I don't start for at least a month. I feel like I should go to a hospital but I live in a state with a very high child removal rate even in cases of just mental health. I am a great mom, even though my husband and ex friends do not seem to agree. I can't risk having my fitness as a parent called into question over an unrelated mental health issue, especially since K's family and lots of people in my life would love the chance to lie about me to cps, and since I'm not employed right now, it doesn't look great. I don't know what to do. I feel so alone. I'm so so hurt. It feels like everything is falling apart. Not that long ago, I was a lead teacher, a wife, I felt like a respected and respectable person. Now I just feel like my train wreck of a life full of trauma has taunted me with this perfect picket fence life that I worked so hard for just to rip it away from me and leave me a useless unemployed incubator that everyone hates and is only holding on for her kids sake. The only people who talk to me or "care" just want to fuck me. Even the people interested in a relationship with me and seem like "good Christian men" are still driven by lust even if they disguise it to themselves. I have never felt so hopeless. I feel like I don't deserve this but everyone from my partner to my parents to my ex friends seem to think I do so maybe I'm just fooling myself.

My boyfriend and I have been together around a year now, and I just didn’t realize love could be this great. I was in a terrible relationship before him, and though I don’t like to compare, I’m just so grateful to be with him.
He’s so kind, intelligent, hilarious, and honestly the coolest person I know. He makes me feel so understood, loved and beautiful. :) He’s so level headed and we’ve never had an argument since we manage to just communicate perfectly. This feeling has only grown stronger since we’ve started dating, I haven’t talked about it with him yet, but I hope every day that I get to marry and spend my life with him.
I believe this type of pure love is out there for everyone, and I wish everyone could experience it

I have progressed a decent amount in the story of thief sim psvr2. I have just unlocked the hacking device and was given a side mission from the pawn shop guy to drop off a letter. After doing this it said my car was stolen, which I later found. It now tells me to bring it to the junkyard to change the paint job, but the only locations I can teleport to is Greenview Street, Garage, and Pawn Shop. I know the junkyard is an essential part of the game and would love to hear what I need to do or if it’s a bug that needs patched!

2 weeks flying and I love it! I commute to DTW from SDF. My family and boyfriend are here in Louisville, so moving to Detroit isn’t an option(even though I’d love to)… I’m considering moving to Cincinnati since it’s only an hour and half drive from Louisville, and then commuting from CVG to DTW. Do you think CVG would be an easier commute than SDF? I see there are layovers all the time in CVG.

I decided I planning to make a Swedish Alphabet Lore (idk if someone already did this before, but I want to make a foreign language alphabet lore).
Here’s some things you need to know
-V is the villain in this alphabet lore (LMAO VILLAIN STARTS WITH V 😭)
-Some of the plot will be different from the original English alphabet lore (Ex: there is not going to be a scene where the good letters become a cab or a car, unlike A, B, and C from the original alphabet lore) Some parts of the lore would might be similar (Ex: The villain letter having a childhood swear word like frick, dick, etc. V’s childhood swear word was Rövhål (@sshole), which means he gonna have trauma like F)
-Vän (translates to Friend/Friends), do I need to explain? (If you watch the original alphabet lore than you’ll understand what I mean Vän….)
-There is going to be an epilogue (yay! good ending), and no number lore
That’s all for today, I will plan and draw the Swedish alphabet letters’ designs for now!

So, i [19F] don’t really know how to express my thoughts over here properly but basically me and my boyfriend [21M] have been dating for a bit over a year, let’s call him Kyle. And i’ve recently made an amazing friend, let’s call him Ryan [20M], it’s been 4 months and we’ve grown really close over this time and i’ve somehow developed feelings for him and i don’t know what to do anymore. Ryan confessed that he has feelings for me too. I’ll talk about this in a bit but let me give a little bit of a backstory about me and my boyfriend first.
Kyle an i are long distance. We barely get to see eachother, mainly because of my strict parents who don’t even know that i have a bf, basically i’m not allowed to go out on my own so i can’t really meet him often. The only times i meet him are when i go out with some of my close friends( friends that my parents allow me to go out with ), which is like once every two months or so. Naturally, we spend a lot of time online texting and talking to each other because of this. However recently, id say for the past 6 months we’ve grown really distant. At first Kyle had gotten a job and was busy with it most of the day and whenever he was free he would spend that time playing video games rather than spending it with me. He left the job after a few months but things didn’t really go back to how it used to be, i still felt really distant with him and used to cry and complain about it to him nearly every single day. But i barely saw any effort from his side so i slowly gave up trying to make him understand how i felt and stuff. In the meantime i think somehow i slowly started to lose feelings for him.
But here’s the problem. Kyle has been having family problems recently, financial problems too. I don’t know to put so many details in this post but basically he’s been going through a lot, he always has been. And i feel like a horrible person to even think about leaving him in such a situation. He’s suicidal too and to be honest, i’m his only source of hope rn, if i leave him he might un@live himself for real.
I love Kyle, i really do, i care about him too much to do something so horrible like leaving him in this situation. But then again it’s unfair to him, the fact that his girlfriend does not have any romantic feelings for him.
Alright and as for Ryan, he confessed his feelings for me recently and i being stupid couldn’t help but confess that i have feelings for him too. He knows i have a bf and is very respectful and patient about it and told me that he is okay with whatever i decide to do.
Please, advise me what to do. I’m scared and i don’t want to hurt any of them. But ig whatever decision i make is going to hurt atleast one of us.
I’m really sorry english isn’t my first language so what i wrote may be confusing for you guys to read so feel free too ask me if you want to know any further details.

Me 21F and my boyfriend 20M about to be 21 soon). Got in an heated argument where he wanted to breakup with me due to my attitude. So here’s the background we’ve been together a year and 5 months. In the beginning of our relationship I would be non chalant because he’s my first bf and I just wasn’t used to being so opened to love. After 2-4 months I actually started to like him more and more. Yes we had arguments many times where he felt he wasn’t loved because of my nonchalance and just many other things with him too. Overall we always tried to come to terms because we were young and both new to relationships. I feel like we struggled to come together because of our childhood trauma. Yesterday I was mad at him for different. And usually I would shut down and say nothing to him when I’m mad because I grew up in a family that when they were mad at me, they would just never speak to me. They never talked things out. I try to talk things out and he just makes it hard to do that because he just gets mad at me and wants to just end the conversation. So he got mad me and started calling me names, telling me to leave, pushing me away. He claims he’s tired of me and that he’s been thinking about leaving for a while. I recorded the conversation so I can look back on it. He didn’t want to continue the relationship but I was able to convince him to give me a chance. We both apologized I can tell he truly felt bad about last night. But u can’t help but to feel like he really doesn’t want to be with me and he’s just saying let’s work on it just to not hurt me. I just feel like I’m walking on eggshells. I don’t want another argument for him to just leave me but, at the same time I feel so uncomfortable like anything would just set him off leaving me alone and hurt. Even today he keeps apologizing for how he acted and I just feel so bad for him and for me. Cause I know he wants this to work and so do I but, it’s just so hard for us. I just wanted to ask is this worth it? Or should I just leave him alone. What can I do to change outta my trauma ways?We’ve been through a lot of things but I just can’t help but to think of the things he told me last night.