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Good news everyone! While my little brother and I had a lot more cards than this between the two of us when we were younger, it seems like a lot of the valuable ones survived the usual parents purge! Here's a link to an imgur photo album of the bulk of the binders (~30 pictures with a couple extra random shots of what else I found in the binders). I am honestly dumbfounded by the luck, because I know my parents didn't save these on purpose while giving away so many others haha. I thought they were lost over a decade ago. I don't even know where to start! I wanted to share this basement find with some people who might appreciate it, and maybe get a little advice on how to approach the evaluation process.
First, I realize my pictures really suck, I just went through quickly to start here to get an overview of the collection. Obviously these were stored back to back in the binders, and some of the pockets have multiple (from what I can tell less rare) cards stuffed into them, so I'm not sure what else might be stashed in these quite yet. I figure the first step is to sleeve everything and top load the rarer ones, then start figuring out which ones are worth evaluating further and start taking better picture, correct? I'm guessing a good number of these are in rougher conditions since my brother and I both played the TCG pretty heavily and clearly weren't overly cautious with how we stored them. We at least sleeved our decks, but even just trading on the playground probably caused some scratches here and there. That being said, we did cherish them and didn't want to damage them, so who knows what I ultimately have quality wise.
I guess the main reason for posting is to see if anyone has general advice for getting started with the evaluation process? Even just basics, like do I want a directly overhead light when taking photos, or is there a good angle I should shoot at? Is there a color that works good contrast-wise that I would want to place the cards on when taking the photos? I would assume it's better to take pictures of their condition before putting them into sleeves/cases, no?
I've browsed through TCG Player and it seems like we've got a decent collection, but I've never resold TCGs before. The resleeving and cataloging will be time consuming enough to start. Does anyone have experience trying to unload an old collection like this? Did you try to sell them individually, as a collection, or a combination of both? How long did it take? Any cards in our collection stand out at first glance here as particularly cool and/or valuable that would be worth grading consideration if they're not too beat up? That is, outside of just the obvious big ones. Which one is your favorite? Mine was always that first holo promo Mew that I got from the TCG events, it was the coolest thing as a kid! I really loved my Dark Blastoise as well since I always picked Squirtle in the 1st gen games.
Obvious disclaimer: I am not looking to sell here (I read the rules!) or at all until I have the time to go through everything more thoroughly and discover what all I actually have. I'm mostly just looking for tips and wanted to share my excitement! Please don't DM me offers.
Thanks in advanced for any advice! And even if I don't get any, I hope ya'll can appreciate my joy at finding these childhood gems. So many memories.

I am writing here for all the people like myself who have chronic utis and are desperate to try anything to get rid of them. I feel your pain, but it can sometimes cloud your better judgement, as you'll see in my story below(tldr i took high doses of d mannose out of desperation to get rid of my cuti, and i probably permanently damaged my kidney function in the process)
I'm female, mid thirties. Since 2011 I've had dozens of active bladder infections with different bacteria, sometimes e coli, all of the times bacteria that lives normally in the large intestine. The most "useful" thing my first urologist said is that females have a shorter urethra and it's closer to the anus and that i should wipe front to back. Besides stating the obvious, i felt so annoyed and infantilized. I was in my early twenties, but i was treated like a toddler who hasn't been toilet trained. Not to mention the medical misogyny implied in that statement(you are female therefore this your fault)My gp at the time wasn't interested in anything else besides prescribing antibiotics for 7 days and shrugging her shoulders when i came back again with an infection.
I discovered this subreddit around the end of 2023, and started lurking, very interested to find a cause, a cure to this problem that I've had. When i first started having cutis in the early 2010s there were 0 resources online or communities of people who suffered from cuti. Felt very alone with this problem. So when i discovered this community i read a lot about what other people's experiences were, what helped, etc. A lot was mentioned about high doses of d mannose and how it helped some get rid of cuti once and for all. Of course i knew about d mannose but only took it occasionally in very small doses. So i ordered a bag of d mannose and followed a protocol i found, it said something like 3 g evey 3 hours, looking back now this sounds crazy and I'm beating myself up for doing something so stupid. I had no idea this could damage my kidneys. This was happening around the new year. I don't remember anything happening besides my pain during urination subsiding a little so i was pleased with that, so i continued to take a prophylactic dose until i finished the bag of d mannose. I don't remember exactly when, but it was early January when I noticed foamy urine. Searching on the net, i read that could mean protein in urine and kidney problems. At this point I was completely oblivious to the possible connection to my previous intake of d mannose. I bought a urine test strip from the pharmacy. The test seemed ok, no blood or white cells or anything suspicious. Although the square for proteins had a slight greenish tint(yellow means negative, green means positive for proteins, mine was a greenish yellow)
Anyway, I thought that was no big deal, eventually my urine wasn't bubbly anymore and forgot about the whole ordeal. Life went on as usual. Recently I started having some minor issues, developed rosacea and dry eyes the past few months which eventually caused blepharitis (eyelid infection). So i went to the family doctor to get a prescription. Got a blood test as well. Well. My kidneys work as well as an 80 year olds. I'm 35. Creatinine & potassium higher than normal. 62 GFR. I'm perplexed. Is this caused by my cuti? It may as well be. I finally make a connection in my brain. I recently bought another bag of d mannose and i took this time two teaspoons once. Which is the daily reccomended max dose on the package. Next day i have foamy urine again. I begin to suspect that high doses of d mannose are not good for the kidneys. I research the internet again and find out that high doses of d mannose can indeed damage the kidneys. Great. I might have permanently damaged my kidney function. I just want to scream. I did this to myself. I can't 100% be sure that this is what happened. But i highly suspect that it is.
I felt compelled to write this post because I don't want this to happen to anyone else. Because sometimes our pain can impair our judgement. Because it is here I've read about high doses of d mannose. I don't blame anyone except myself. For not doing my due diligence. Be careful everyone, please. Don't be like me. Don't rush into a treatment because you're desperate. I thought i was smart enough to not do something this stupid. But us chronically ill people are susceptible to all kinds of promises of a cure all, sometimes to our own detriment. I just didn't think it would be me. Take care everyone.

This may be a stretch of saying my “whole bloodline” but as I look deeper in what I’m being told of the past of my relatives I’m the only odd one out of my own bloodline.
(long read)
So recently I’ve been trying to learn more about my family, but in other words it’s been total shit learning about them, and I’m heavily disappointed with them. The reason I post this here is due to my parents forcing beliefs in everything we do together. Even claiming that the devil has my soul, all for just not trying to be like my parents. Their antics come from a White Supremacy background, along with promoting slavery, killing members of the LGBTQ+ community and even harming me for myself.
The point of saying the bloodline is due to my family buying my 8-12 year old cousins the confederate flag as a blanket to sleep on, they only care about their heritage than wellbeing with those kids as I believe to have seen their father doing… unspeakable acts towards them, and DCS Is so shit here that I’ve been in touch with them for nearly 5 years for this shit for nobody to help me.
Continuing what I said, they hardly feed their own children and so does my sister and brother in law. They almost got disowned from the family and divorced due to my sister having a miscarriage of a third baby, she could have died if she didn’t have a miscarriage and the baby inside had no heartbeat. My parents and the rest shunned my sister for it until she started going to church with her 2 year old nephew and 7 month old niece, and then they forgave her for being at church and “accepting god.”
It only gets way worse, my whole family keep trying to push their religion around every corner. They are still trying to get me baptized without my consent and I am almost 18 years old. They even have the nerve to tell me that it’s the “right” way of life, and without it then the world doesn’t exist.
I believe I posted both my videos here twice, (previous post,) they do harass me about religion and even harm each other for their beliefs. This goes with the rest of my family as yesterday of posting this, my mom shunned me for not being a leader as I was born from two leaders in their line of works. The way my mom said, “Others do your own work,” and, “kick the em out if they don’t want to do what you say,” it sounded very bad and fully encouraging it.
The worst thing about my family is how when I mentioned my “girlfriend” they are more excited about us having kids than us being together. We’re both not 18 yet and my whole family nods at us having kids at this point in life.
Maybe some advice is appreciated but I’m not sure what I can do to avoid this. Their rules prohibit me from dating anyone that is black or any color that isn’t white, has shaved hair or piercing, tattoos or hair. It’s awful, and I make this post to bring some light on my side of things.
(Links to vids)
https://www.reddit.com/exchristian/s/greOznQXb9
https://www.reddit.com/exchristian/s/ygZFfk2M8M

My girlfriend and I (U.S. MD) bought a 4yo cat from an out of state breeder a few months ago, and since then, we have had nothing but trouble with both the cat, and the breeder. We had been shown video of the cat before picking him up and all seemed well. We asked specifically if the cat would be comfortable with humans and other cats, and the breeder assured us that he would be.
We paid for the cat and picked him up, and from the start, the cat showed signs of abuse. The cat exhibited fear far beyond any cat we've introduced before, especially when anyone stood around him. We had him examined by a behaviorist, and they concluded that the cat had likely been beaten at some point before we got him.
We went through the slow process of acclimating the cat, keeping him separated and slowly introducing him to us. It took much longer than expected, but went well enough. Meanwhile, while we were working on the acclimation, the breeder began to post about us on social media. She didn't use our names, but she would post things like "The people who bought *cat* from me aren't treating him right," "The new owners aren't up to it, I know I'll be getting him back soon," and "If they cant handle it, I'm going to take the cat back in a few months." She never confronted us directly, and she had no reason to assume that things weren't going well.
The biggest problem comes more recently. We began to try and introduce the new cat to our old ones, and right from the start, he has been extremely aggressive. We did the standard slow introduction process with the cats on either side of a barrier, but the new cat quickly became aggressive and broke out, attacking our other cat. No physical harm was done, but our cat was so scared that she peed herself, and she sat in it while she hid. She also has HCM, so the stress has been really bad on her heart. We went back to the behaviorist for help, and she now believes that the new cat will never be able to live with other cats, in stark contrast to the breeder's assurances.
We can't keep the cat if he'll never be able to live with the others, It's unfair to him to keep him confined, if there'll never be a chance for him to come out. The contact we signed gives the breeder right of first refusal, but it also says that she wont give us a refund, only a new cat. The contract has a clause saying that neither party can disparage the other online, which she already has done, and after everything this breeder has put us through, we really don't want another cat from her.
I don't think it has any baring, but we also realized on a re read of the contract that it was addressed to a combination of our names, so a person who doesn't exist. Is there anything we can do to get our money back and wash our hands of the breeder?

MO, here. my 12 year-old daughter was just served with a restraining order, and the allegations in it are false. We have multiple screenshots showing the threatening messages in question coming from the quote “victim’s” own phone. We fully intend to go to court and fight this, but I need to know what exactly I’m fighting.

Noah The Pilgrim
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'Noah.'
You can't feel your body, you try to move but receive no feedback from your arms and legs. You open our eyes, or were they always opened? It's difficult to tell when only darkness surrounds you.
'You're here again.'
It's that same voice you heard before waking up in that pod. You try to speak but fail. It feels like you left your body behind, existing only inside your mind.
'Allow me.'
From the dark, a circle of light emerges, filling your vision. The light is not blinding, nor is it too bright to obfuscate the dark, it's just bright enough to reach your eyes without prompting discomfort.
It's the Star. That much, you know for certain.
Normally, you'd feel hopelessly scared, but somehow, all you feel is soothed by its light.
'I remember telling you we wouldn't see each other for a long time. Why are you here?'
Although you wished to answer the question, you could not. Both because you have no control over your body, and because you don't know the answer.
'...'
You recall the AI telling you the purpose of the ship you're in. It was to study this star.
Why? What's so special about this particular star? Sure, it's on the very edge of the ever-expanding universe, but aside from that, it's just a star. A very odd-looking star, but a star nonetheless.
'What's so special about me... Nothing.'
A shiver runs down your spine. It feels as though you've forgotten a significant thing about yourself, and you're sure this star has something to do with it.
'How are you feeling, Noah?'
Like shit. That is what you wanted to answer.
You've been going with the flow ever since you woke up in that pod, not asking yourself neither how or why you've been put in that place, only nodding your way to the bridge.
You've been bombarded with memories that you're sure aren't yours, but your own memories also feel shrouded in a thick haze, and yet, you didn't bother to even think about why it was, only accepting that as truth without understanding this strange phenomenon.
When confronted with things beyond your current knowledge you refuse to acknowledge it by not asking yourself what it is, or by illuding yourself into thinking it's a dream.
Even now, you refuse to acknowledge this impossible place you've found yourself in.
'Why is it that you turn away?'
What to blame for that? You didn't even feel the need to ask anything about yourself. Randomly remembering things as though you were reading them off a manual, taking whatever FYARN says as an absolute truth, and not even reacting to the abhorrent state of the Odyssey.
When FYARN told you about the relationship between the alien and the human races, it told you how superior humans were, and it also told you that the human race lost the war. You didn't bother to call out that clear discrepancy then because you felt as though it didn't concern you, despite being clearly at the forefront of that conflict.
When FYARN asked what you remembered, you simply stated you didn't remember nearly anything, and yet you've made no strive to fix that issue, accepting it as the absolute truth.
All there was left to blame was yourself.
'You're doing it again, turning away from the truth.'
Was it because your situation was impossibly bizarre?
Waking up in a half-blown spaceship could be enough to drive a man to the brink with how random and impossible that notion was. Especially when that man was just a salary man, living month to month, working an unfulfilling job, all while being called the best.
'Perhaps. But I believe that the issue lies much, much deeper.'
The utter darkness shifts and contorts unexplainably. Moving shadows take formless shapes before you. From black to grey, and from grey to different shades of it. Those shapes of impossible geometry cast shadows downwards, as the star stared at you from above.
The shapes expanded and contracted into euclidean and understandable structures. Tall rectangular towers filled the horizon, decorating a path akin to buildings in a busy city.
On the foot of one of those structures, you see a man dwarfed by the sheer size of the scenery.
'Who do you think that is?'
You approach him.
You see a young man that looks to be in his mid-twenties. Your brown eyes stare back at it, analyzing the bags beneath his eye sockets. The dark hair is neither too long nor too short, hastily combed to hide the laziness behind his look. You see a beard that has not been trimmed for weeks, but also lacks thickness, each singular hair isn't particularly long either; and some even appear to be in-grown.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack weighed on his back as he walked through this empty street.
A position you could imagine yourself in, every day of the week.
If you had failed to piece together who that was, it became clear once you noticed the empty look on his face.
It's obvious who that is.
He is a man whose bright dreams have been crushed under the weight of mankind.
How cruel, to be forced to gaze into a dirty mirror...
'You are starting to see it. Let's go further.'
The ractangular towers floated away, as the man continued to walk into the grey void.
Four white walls covered both you and the man, grey shapes transformed into a chair and desk, inviting the man to sit on it.
It was a plain desk and a plain chair, and when the shapes stopped transmogrifying themselves, a plain computer, monitor, keyboard, and mouse rested atop the desk.
Fitting for a plain man. You watch him sitting down in the chair, putting his backpack on the floor beneath the table.
From the backpack, he conjured a notebook and a set of pencils and erasers. He quickly turned the computer on.
This was his job.
The monitor remained grey despite how the man typed on the keyboard. The notebook remained grey despite how the man scribbled on it with the pencil.
A humanoid figure came to be from the geometric mess of grey nearby. It passed by the working man. "G'day Noah." It spoke, as he vanished into the white walls that surround you.
The man didn't bother to respond, he didn't bother to stop his work, and he didn't even bother to look up from his notebook.
Another humanoid figure passed by, holding what looked to be sheets of paper. "Hey Noah, could you sort these documents out for me? I'm swamped today..."
The man looks at the thick collection of papers in the figure's hands. He just started his shift and already lacks the energy and motivation to keep going with his day.
And despite that, he did not want to disappoint.
He points to the empty space on his desk, motioning for the figure to leave it there.
The figure places the paperwork on the man's desk. "Thanks, I owe you big time for this!" After saying that, the figure disappeared into the white walls of the room.
He did not speak a singular word.
You recall this... Feeling.
'Do you remember their names, Noah?'
You could not.
'Do you remember their faces, Noah?'
You could not.
'These people, you used to see them every day. Why do you not know who they are?'
What was the point of it? Why did it matter? Why did they matter?
'Because they are people.'
To you, those figures were nothing but placeholders for those who did the same thing as you. They were nothing special, just like you. So why bother to recall their faces?
'We must go further.'
The white cubicle ceased to be, alongside the man in plain clothing.
The towering rectangles swiftly returned, and with it came a young adult in his early twenties.
Your brown eyes stare back at his. The short dark hair looked as though it was combed for hours until it was perfect. You see a trimmed beard, neatly cut with a blade most sharp. You see that his face has been recently subjected to a daily skin-care regime.
This young man looks to be full of energy.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack was strapped to his back as he walked through this empty street.
Again, you know who this is, yet you don't have the guts to accept it.
'...'
The ringing tune of a cell phone came from the young man's pockets. He promptly picked it up.
"Hey, Noah!" You hear the voice coming from the other side of the call. "The boys and I are going to throw a party today in my place to celebrate finishing high school. You better show up tonight!" It sounds like the voice originates from a man. He is yelling at the phone.
You watch as the young man smirks. "You can bet I'll be there." He answered. "I'll be done with today's interview and head there as soon as possible."
"Great... Something came up, catch you later bud!" And just like that, the call ended. The young man pocketed his phone.
You know how the rest of that day went. The young man passed the interview and secured his spot in a large IT company, then he went to his friend's place and had the best night of his life.
Those memories were the ones you revisited endlessly.
The grey shapes and humanoid figures vanish, returning to utter blackness.
Once again, all you see is the star.
'What happened, Noah?'
You couldn't say. Maybe it wasn't some big thing that happened, but rather a large quantity of small things that eventually crashed down upon you like an avalanche that built up for a long time.
Friends leaving to live their own lives.
Underappreciation of your career.
Your incapacity to form meaningful relationships.
The feeling of being small in the greater scheme of things.
The notion of your life being wasted for nothing.
A lack of accomplishment that was caused by a lack of problems.
You letting your physical appearance go.
But, even amongst all of those aggravating motives, there was one thing that always pained your heart to even recall. For that reason, you refused to acknowledge and even think about it. A trend that would continue for the upcoming years of your life.
Your dream.
Once adulthood came and expectations weighed on you, you had to choose. Live a comfortable life, or throw it all away in exchange for an idea that probably wouldn't even work, to begin with.
You refused to let go at first. Holding unto what little hope there was left for that dream of yours.
In three short years, your life shifted completely.
Friends grew distant, and now all you had as a replacement for them were faceless figures who spoke to you about a job you never really wanted.
Those very same figures held you in high regard, always saying how talented you were or how impressive your skills were. In truth, you never felt like what you did was worth the effort or the praise.
All you ever did in that company was half-assed at best, yet they praised you like their savior. You grew complacent under those who put you on a pedestal.
Your salary increased, and so did the responsibilities, but never were it challenging or engaging. It felt tasteless and odorless.
You refused to even respond to small talk from those people. How could you? If you did, they would shower you with praises you didn't deserve. That theory was proven time and time again.
All you did every day was sitting on a chair, eyes glued to the screen to meet an assortment of numbers and labels. This was nothing. There were people out there, changing the world, fixing the real problems, and you're there, sorting out numbers for a company created to sort out data for a company created to sort out data.
A null uroboros.
Twenty-eight years of a human's life, and for what? To waste away like a gear on a machine?
You remained ignorant of your ignorance. There were no problems since you had more than enough money from your ever-increasing salary you felt you didn't deserve.
You couldn't even bring yourself to quit, afraid to face the consequences, afraid to be replaced. A fact you understood fully well, yet you refused to acknowledge.
Clinging to a feeling of guilt, you couldn't help but hold on to this life. Your life, Noah.
You longed for a change, but wouldn't bring yourself to change it.
Your dream that you lived for so long ago, is something you couldn't even remember. You hid it away in a dark corner of your mind, hoping to never face it again, or else you would break down.
That is what happened.
The coldness of the world is what happened.
You wouldn't go as far as to say that you were a victim of fate.
Instead, you'd say you were a victim of yourself.
'And yet, you're here now. In an impossible place. In an impossible life.'
Are you to waste away on this place as well?
'You had conviction, but lacked guidance.'
Can you even muster that much courage? You fear what the future could bring.
'I presented you this chance for a reason, so you may show them that your soul is the brightest of them all.'
Fear is born for there is hope, but bravery is born for there is fear. You recall someone telling you that once, but...
'Remember this, Noah.'
Where does the courage to take a step forward come from? When it's so dark that you can't see the path ahead, how should one muster enough courage to make the right call?
'Whenever you feel lost, or alone; Whenever you feel like there is no way forward;'
Your vision starts to blur. The star begins to fade.
'So you may never lose your way again;'
Looks like it's time to return to reality.
'I, am your...'
This is my first HFY story, and also my very first OC story. I plan to post at least one of these per week while also posting it on my Patreon. Noah The Pilgrim will always be two to three chapters ahead in there, so if you'd like to directly support this writer, or just want to read more, feel free to check it out.
This has been Lushi, and I'll see you next week.

SORRY FOR LONG POST I DESPERATELY NEED ADVICE PLEASE HELP.
I’m not married, im engaged and we’ve been together 7 years. if not allowed please disregard and remove post, i need advice bad and don’t know where to turn.
my (30m) fiance (30f) has been texting her coworker very sexually for months now. i have been feeling a strong emotional and physical disconnect from her for months as well. ive brought it up many times but its always her “hormones” or “stress” which i 100% agree. we both have very stressful high pace jobs and also two young boys (5,6). i decided i’ll check her phone just to see, ive never felt a disconnect like this between us and she always use to be all over me and over the top lovey and touched so this is far out of character for her. low and behold i see messages going back to february to her 47yo male MARRIED coworker. it wont let me attach images so ill just try to highlight the main concerning texts which is nearly all of them.
it started off because she’s into smut books if you will, and he apparently writes smut short stories. she read him and excerpt from one of her books and he felt the need to text her one of his short super dirty stories. she replies to this saying it’s “hot and he’s a good ass writer” couple messages go by and he’s making obviously but subtle sexual comments to her saying “how did they get a camera in my room to write those books” there’s too much to repeat all the messages but to highlight he keeps making comments sexual in nature, she replies to one about a sex dungeon saying “if you had a room like this one in the book, i’ll be over” to which he says “not anymore i’m married” she says something then he says “i didn’t say i was happily married” more conversation then he says he has “bad knees but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t get his heartrate up” she says “i have a bad back we would do great together” he says “i would get a swing to swoop you off your feet”, insinuating a sex swing, she says “talking about swings in have one at home collecting dust as we speak 😈 ” (sex swing) a lot of innaproraite conversations happen for months. a few more key things is they have a quiet room at work, it’s like a single person small room with one couch for employees to go relax and unwind at, totally isolated and hidden from plain view, there is a lot of messages about meeting together in the quiet room. he says “i would never knock on that door unless i knew who was in there” she says “if it’s “our” break time you know it’s me “ he says “ it’s super cute she called it “our” break time. and that he “needs written permission to enter the room while she’s in there” she replies a :) and says that he can come in the room anytime he wants if she’s in there. fast forward to next shift all she sends is a time “1730? :)” and he says “as always” then she says “good boy, that was your written invitation”
I’ve also met this dude once at her coworkers party. he sat right next to my fiance, i sat across the table and i noticed with 5 min of meeting this guy that something was suspicious. he was openly being flirt right in front of me so much so that i texted my friend and said i don’t like this guy that sitting next to my fiance he’s scheming.i sent that message as this was going on in front of me. this happened after the messages were sent about going to his private sex dungeon and gun sweeping her off her feet with a sex swing. but the event took place months ago before i knew these messages existed.
my fiance claims nothing has ever happened physically between them, the messages are leading me to highly suspect otherwise. she has no excuse other than she doesn’t know what happened and what she was thinking. she’s extremely apologetic and has him blocked now. i reached out to this guys wife and his wife has no idea about this whole situation and says that this guy has cheated before. prior to this our relationship has been extremely healthy and she’s my, or was, my dream come true. i never expected this.
what would you do? would you call off the wedding? i feel like this is cheating and i know i will never be able to get over this and trust her again 100%. she’s apologetic beyond belief, has blocked him and said anything i need she will do. she still works with this guy and always will. i’ll always have doubt about her now and am worried she will do it again. if i wouldn’t have caught it this time around it would have continued for god knows how long and probably went even further the way things were escalating.
TLDR; my(30m) fiance (30f) has been sexually texting and meeting privately with her (47m) married (previously cheated) coworker. she denies anything happened physically which is very hard to believe with the nature of the messages and private meeting.

Hello! 19F from Europe. Please read my entire post cuz I don't want to be repeating the stuff I wrote on here like a broken record to everyone lol.
Here's all my hobbies and interests:
I make and listen to Metal music. I play bass, drums, keys and guitar but I'm mainly a bassist. I also enjoy collecting CDs. I have a YouTube channel but it's mostly just covers on there at the moment.
I like PC gaming. Big fan of games like Persona, Fallout and Yakuza.
I've been studying Japanese for 7 years now.
I love collecting old tech, such as phones, cameras, music players and gaming consoles.
I enjoy horror and thriller films. I also like watching true crime stuff on YouTube.
I like geography and nature (although I'm literally allergic to the sun LOL)
Sometimes I journal or draw, although I'm not amazing at either.
I go to the gym regularly to lift weights.
I have autism, so I'm out of school and work because of disability.
I'm looking for long term friends who are 18~25. Please have a few interests in common and don't just DM me with "Hi" or "Hey". I have discord if you prefer to text there.
Sorry, but I won't give advice or teach you things immediately after meeting... I'm also not looking to VC or play games with people.

My bf and I went through a hard patch. He has no one for family love and as a Hispanic family that I have, they love him like his own. He admit he’s a bit jealous of how my mom is sweet to me. His mom is a drug abuse and alcoholic. She told her two sons (my bf and his brother) that they were failed abortions when they were 8, The mother “Sania” was raised by her father who was in WW2 military and a stepmom who was always flying and both parents didn’t give her love but only money. Sania became a drugie and the husband stole 30K and left her because Sania was cheating on him with another drugie. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Both drugies didn’t care about the kids but instead they put them in a room and locked them with no food like animals. At Age 16 my bf escaped the house with his brother and came to their step grandma because she was all they had/knew. One day, his grandma who raised them since 16 died and Sania came, not to see the old lady dying but to steal some jewelry because she was known for being a drug abuse. She brought her pets (2 big dogs, 3 jellyfish, 2 birds and 1 fish) and car, her 2 kids because she became pregnant of the drugie age 25, and she brought her new Puerto Rico bf too, as if she was moving in. My bf wanted me to be with him through hard times but I had school and he didn’t, I had my job but he quit his. I was exhausted and I was there in the hospital when I could, and so were some of my fam members. My family didn’t have to see him, they did it out of heart. You must know I do not drive because of my mental illness. And I can’t take Ubers because I don’t trust them if I have a seizure. Anyway, The operated day I was at home didn’t wanted to see him because I was exhausted emotionally and who knew if all my emotions came out and I could have a seizure. He got mad and broke down and spoke to Sania that I wasn’t there. The next day, I came to the hospital and Sania in front of him, his brother, said quietly “fat cow” quietly that only I could hear. I’m 5’8 and I weight 149 so Im in a good shape. I said “sorry for not coming to the operation”. Then she said out loud “everything that your boyfriend said and what you’ve done is a disappointment, we will talk later”. I said “yes”. Acting as if she was my mom. My bf didn’t defend or said anything to her. He stayed quiet looking at his grandma in hospital bed. Don’t forget I apologized the same day of the operation for not seeing him through text. His mom spoke bad about me to him and telling him to dump me, until I dumped him. I couldn’t take hearing all his problems it was causing me anxiety. He apologized to me 3 months after his grandma death. And his mother left our city and I didn’t want him back until he brought me flowers, we hanged out and it felt normal. He joined an academy. So I accepted him back. It turned out he was going to another girl’s house behind my back with 2 more guys. I know I shouldn’t have checked his phone but he was being secretive. He stopped talking to her and I never knew if he cheated but he was “30 min from Orlando” at least that’s what the message said with hearts. And he met her parents. We’re together it’s been up and down. But we’re loving each other and going on dates. I’m still with him and he’s taking bout kids with me and we’re only 21/22🤨.

I'm in South Florida and I have the Galaxy Z Fold 4 and my inner screen is cracked (due to the screen peeling up and opening the inner screen caused it to crack?) I want to upgrade to the Galaxy S24+ but i want to save as much money as possible. Memorial day is also coming up, so hoping there will be an even better deal on the phone.
Only the inner screen is damaged and the outer screen is perfectly fine nor is there damage to any other part of the phone.
I have the phone via ATT but I am switching to T-Mobile due to their switch plan for $800 rebate (which im using to pay for unlocking the phone early)
T Mobile says they will cover up to $800-$1000 for an eligible trade in for the fold 4 (but obviously mine is broken) but it only mentions that the front screen has to work (i assume for normal phones) so I wonder if i can trade in mine for the full value?
I read from this post that it worked? https://www.reddit.com/GalaxyFold/comments/18pum92/attempting_to_trade_in_damaged_fold_4_with_bad/
I dont think I have warrenty any more as its been over a year nor do I have any protection plan (I never bought one as I've never broken the screen of my previous non folding phones.
Samsung told me the repair would be $444 to $560 but I'd rather not pay that much if I can get it repaired for free or for cheap elsewhere, I read other people had gotten cheap repairs for under $50
I am also curious if I could add the ATT device care or whatever plan for $17/mo, have the phone fixed via Asurion and then cancel the plan so I dont have to pay for any additional months especially since im trading in the phone/leaving ATT
If anyone has any advice or information/has been though a similar situation and can help me with this predicament, I'd greatly appreciate it!
I will update the post with photos of the damage and any other info in a few hours when I have another device to take a photo of this one.

About a year ago, I started having a change in my bowel habits. I went from going 2-3/day with normal solid stool, to 8-20/day with loose/yellow/floating/mucous combination stool. No matter what I eat I continue to go straight to the bathroom. My stomach pains were unbearable at times and I have a constant fear of not making it to the bathroom on time every single day. I could not go out to eat with family. There was no eating before going anywhere. No trips anywhere, nothing. I finally went to the doctor about 3 months in. I went to my primary care to get a referral for a GI doctor. At my primary care appointment, they drew labs to check my white blood cell count, electrolytes, gallbladder labs, and even checked to see if my thyroid was causing any of this. Then they hit me with giving them a stool sample to check for C-diff… I am a nurse and knew what types of stool C-diff can look like, and i DEFINITELY know what it smells like. I knew I didn’t have it and I never turned in my stool sample. I just thought it was a total waste of time. My other labs came back normal, everything did. She referred me to a GI doctor and the earliest appointment was 3 months away. I waited and continued to try and deal with this completely awful new way of life. I changed my diet to absolutely no sugar, no gluten, no dairy, and high protein/fiber STRICT diet…. This of course did nothing for me. The time has come and I go to the GI appointment, finally. I went on to tell them all of my issues I had been having for the past 6 months. There was the stomach pain, change in bowl habits, constantly having to have a bowel movement, the cololook of the stool, and the 10 pounds of weight loss that had taken place since this has started. They checked the same labs on me as my primary care doc did, did an ultrasound of my abdomen/pelvis, and gave me a stool testing kit. I told them I didn’t have C-diff, but they wanted to check anyways. They also scheduled for me to have colonoscopy and an upper GI scope. The only problem was that the earliest possible appointment was 6 months away…. I begged for them to find a way for it to be pushed up because I had started becoming depressed, developed anxiety, and became a total recluse. I even started taking anxiety medication solely because of this. They said since my ultrasound was normal (other than extreme gas in my abdomen) and my labs didn’t reflect anything serious, they can’t move it up due to being so booked up. I drove home and cried the whole way home. I’ve never felt so defeated in my life. I took my stool sample items and threw them away. The only thought I had was, “what a waste of my time”. I thought nothing was going to be normal again. I had forgotten what even normal was. I decided to call my primary care doctor to see if she could refer me to another GI office. They did, and the earliest appointment was 3 months away…. Yes, another delay. I waited and waited. Still no socializing, staying home, going to work ONLY, barely eating, more weight loss, and now the presence of blood that started to appear in my stool…. Did I mention that I had been taking a box/more of immodium every month in order to be able to work my full time night shift ICU nurse job…??? Yep… not kidding, and every NP/doctor I had talked to thus far knew this… Finally, after 9 months I had my appointment with the other GI office. They again did the same as the other office except order an ultrasound. The only thing different was they told me that I would be priority over anyone on receiving a colonoscopy due to my s/s. They scheduled it 2 weeks away which was their earliest appointment possible at the time. I was so relieved it was unreal. I was finally taken seriously. They also said they MUST have a stool sample on me before I had the scope done. So i grabbed the supplies they gave me and went home to have a BM, placed it into the fridge (absolutely disgusting), and then drove it up to the clinic the next day. 3 days went by and I had a phone call. They called to tell me my labs came back normal, but that I tested positive for C-diff…… I couldn’t speak. I was in such shock and disbelief. They also called to tell me that they were canceling my scope and sending in 2 weeks worth of Vancomycin that I need to take 4/times. I cried and cried and cried. I just knew it wasn’t C-diff and they had gotten my samples mixed. I was so disgusted and angry at them for canceling my scope because I knew that would give me the answers that I needed to possibly get back to normal again. I got over it. Started taking the antibiotics, and stopped taking the immodium. My bowel movements decreased. Stomach pains went away. Blood stopped appearing in my stool. I was almost back to my old self…. Then after the Vanc was done and I had completed the prescribed course, all of my awful, no good symptoms I had before the meds… started again in full force. I have now lost 7 pounds in 3 days. I have not stopped going to the bathroom. I have very pale yellow colored stools. I now have 20 bowl movements a day. I have intense, not being able to even breathe stomach pains. And now a toilet bowl full of blood with a select few of those bowel movements. I called the GI office and they told me they are sending me in a 10 day dose of some other medication that I have yet to figure out due to this occurring today and the med not even being able to be picked up from the pharmacy yet. I am disappointed and mad. I can’t do this anymore. I can barely preform my job which takes ALL of my focus and energy and doesn’t share those things with anything. I have talked myself out of going to the emergency room every time, I guess that’s the nurse in me. I am miserable. I’m going to take these meds and if this doesn’t help I’m telling them I am headed to the emergency room and I don’t care what happens. I just will not let this be me for the rest of my life. I can’t do this another day. Please… can someone help me. I have had C-diff for a total of a year and only known I’ve had this for 1-2 months now. Please tell there is hope of getting rid of this. Anything is helpful at this point…. (Yes I take probiotics and prebiotics. Intake fiber. Even drink Kefer. I also eat yogurt with probiotics every day. None of this helps.) * I also have pictures of my stool that I did show each and every doc * - I know that is insanely weird but I just wanted to be take seriously…..

Amazon prime seems to have messed up and given me a book I didn't order. Not realising it was the wrong book, I read the first few pages before it gave me an error message then automatically redownloaded the actual book I ordered. Now there's no sign of the old book but I was actually getting into it and now I'm gutted. It's a long shot but does anyone recognise the little I can remember from the first few pages?
She was a half-blood something with magic healing abilities who tended to soldiers fighting a war against her birth country. She was a bit of a hermit, avoided socialising and especially relationships; she was a 22yr old virgin. One of the other healers that works with her was an old wizard. She referenced there being shifter wolves, elephants and some other species that was made up.
She was ruminating on the fact that she was exhausted but needed to eat to replenish her magic abilities because she hadn't eaten all day when someone knocked on her door. It was a psychic with umber skin with gold designs on it and double eye lashes who seems to be her only friend.

Sorry for the story being all over the place.
I do not know where to start with this post. When I, F23, (lets call him Ryan) started meeting up with Ryan, 25y/o (january 2023, we are in a long distance relationship), i was in a deep depression from experiencing severe trauma and Ryan was the first man that ever made me feel loved. He gave me gifts, his time and energy and just made me feel loved in a way i had never experienced before with a man. This lasted for a while before I noticed that he pulled away a little from the affection (which I thought was normal since I was so depressed and probably a bit of a burden to be around). Him being cold only lasted a little before the affection was back and I felt calm. I then noticed that he had hid important information away from me for months. This included aggressive behaviour and the use of illegal substances. I was clearly upset and he said he had hid this from me because he did not want me to leave him. Being with him felt and feels like a rollercoaster. He is very hot and cold and it used to give me loads of anxiety. I then found out numerous posts about me on his reddit page which included topics like: "i keep getting obsessed with girls and sometimes it only takes a Hi from a girl to become obsessed, im in love with a girl i only spoken to on the phone and i sent this girl gifts to her house after only talking for a few days (im the one he sent gifts to)". This year went by including loads of ups and downs which I guess is normal for a first healthy relationship. He still showed me and shows affection but it was a lot less than in the beginning which i also thought was normal.
This year he has been affectionate, loving and caring in periods of time, not always but it has unfortionately been enough for me to stay. Things have happened this year as well. I´m a strong advocate for not watching porn in a relationship and we both agreed not to watch it. I then found out that he had been watching porn behind my back and I got so upset because I feel like it is cheating. After crying so much, i know for a fact that he has done it again. I feel like staying in this relationship is not taking care of myself. By him being hot and cold like this, ive been having to really struggle and build myself up to become an individual that will feel fine on my own, so for that I have to thank him for. When I tried to talk to him about something that was bothering me because it keeps happening even though i mention it to him (his constant critisism, micromanaging, no compromising, stone walling and selfish behaviour) he fell asleep during the day and during this conversation. I left the apartment because I felt deeply hurt and had to go for a walk and then he came up running after me in the forest which scared the living shit out of me. He says I´m overly sensitive.
I´ve been trying to have deep conversations with him and I´ve tried to talk to him about what is bothering me but he never apologises, validates me or even listens to me. It makes me not even bother to talk to him anymore after the incident I mentioned above. He does not even feel like kissing me. He knows how traumatised I am and the fact that I hate abrupt screams and abrupt physical movements but he has done it either way. He also screams at his mom sometimes because he wants to be heard first. His mom is an angel and I´ve had to tell him to stop treating his mom like that.
I feel like I´m a shell of the person I used to be. My self confidence have been at an all time low and I forgot who I was before him. I have been doing hundreds of hours researching how to be a better girlfriend, how to understand him better, how to communicate efficiently because i always felt like i was the issue and that it was my fault for being so anxious and sensitive. I feel happier when I´m not around him because I really enjoy my own company and the way I´ve let myself flourish on my own.
His selfishness includes the lack of compromising, that he expects hours of massages but sighs if I want it returned, our activities has to be of his liking and he would never do something just because it´s something I want to do. I rarely feel stimulated by our conversations either. I feel like he loves me for what I do for him and the fact that he is not alone but not for me as a person and that is why he keeps me around.
Is it worth staying with him or not?
TLDR: My boyfriends lack of respect for me and his lies makes me doubt that I want to stay in this relationship.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate it a lot.

I was reading another entry about boomers boomering - see the story about the tires from another redditor in this sub. Anyway it reminded me of the time my toilet went missing.
My mom and aunt inherited everything from their great- aunt. This included an old house on 3 lots in a very rural community and it's contents. My mom ended up taking the house, which she eventually gave me. At the time this happened, she would be considered my landlord. So I move in this house. Packing crap up for them to go through later. Like the weird anthropomorphic fruit figurines in the kitchen that felt vaguely racist. The Last Supper mass produced art turned in to a clock. So many floral vases etc. Now my great, great- aunt was part of the silent generation. Still used a wringer washer in her basement. Mowed her 3 lots with a rotary mower. Microwaves were too fancy. So needless to say, this place HAD NOT been updated in awhile.
So I move in. After a month or so, I tell my mom the toilet flushes really slow. And maybe we should get someone out to look at it. She tells me I'm an idiot. I just don't understand how plumbing works and I should increase fiber in my diet. OK whatever. One day, my aunt is in town and they decide they're going to spend the day going through the various items to pack up, give away, sell etc. I give them guidelines (spoiler... they did not follow them). As I'm heading home, my mom calls and tells me not to go home yet. She's walked my dogs just now. Fed them and the cat. Could I pick up dinner? it's been called in and paid for. Just needs picked up and meet at her house. Now, my spidey senses were tingling because this isn't normal. But I figure meh. My aunt must be a good influence on her. NOPE.
After enjoying dinner with family, I stand up to say my goodbyes. Only to have my mom encourage me to spend the night at her house. Me, confused and I ask her why. That's when she tells me she and my aunt are concerned about how slow my toilet is working and they decided to fix it. And now it's not working. I told her nah. Going home. If I have to REALLY pee in the middle of the night, there is an outhouse- SAID AS A JOKE mind you. Since I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
I came home to a large hole in my bathroom floor where my toilet once resided. Said toilet was now in the bath tub which blocked my ability to even shower in the damn thing. I called, screaming at the two of them. Obviously I was irrational. They WERE HELPING. Mom says they'll get a plumber out immediately. For TWO WEEKS I had no working toilet in my home. Taking a shower every morning at my parents. Not drinking water late etc. Thank God for the outhouse. Sigh. Why did it go on for 2 weeks? Well 1. I hadn't figured out boundaries yet. 2. My mom never told my stepdad who said he would call the plumber what was actually going on. She told him I was just unhappy with the flow of the toilet and being dramatic. So it wasn't urgent. He stopped me one morning when he found me coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for the day, basically asking why the grown a$$ kid with a house of her own was using his shower. Especially when he brought the tub into modern times by building me a makeshift shower until my remodel. Me- because the toilet is in the tub and I can't take a shower. Him- why the f is there a toilet in your tub? Me- because 2 weeks ago your wife and her sister removed my toilet because they thought they could fix it. Him- WHAT?!!? Me-i just have a hole in the ground.
Next day the septic guys and the plumber out fixing everything. Relaying the story to my cousins. Cousins- oh yeah. Mom thinks she can fix plumbing mishaps. She can't. We assume our inheritance has gone to overpriced emergency repairs. Good luck!

I have an 8 week old kitten. I have had them for a month. If I let them stay out, I don't sleep at all. And the nights I didn't put them to bed (a backpack carrier with a towel in it), I don't sleep. Last night around 9 pm, we went to the bedroom. I tried making a papaya smoothie and was struggling to drink it (I am still struggling to drink it for breakfast. It is thick, with the seeds for the medicinal effect.). I was on my phone and they were jumping in and out of their carrier and then jumped back in. I then fell asleep and woke up at 6 am to my alarm. Kitty normally stirs the second there is signs of life, but I turned off my alarm, plugged my phone in, and slept some more. When I stirred, Kitty then came out if the cat carrier. She didn't leave the bedroom to eat until I got up. She has learned about bedtime! 😭
Now we can start having bedtime together without her being zipped up in her carrier! Only thing is she pees on the end in my room even though I have 2 kitten litter boxes. I have been staying over at someone else's place with 1 litter box, and she peed on a piece of paper they swept in a pile (It was a conversion of baking soda and baking powder because of a gf matzo ball baking mixup from passover with potato starch), and a paper bag on its side. She has learned to pee on plastic a paper grocery bag on its side, or paper when she doesn't like the litter box.
Now how do I get her to stop peeing on the bed? I am in a shelter hotel with no laundry (Inside Safe) And the hotel is contracted with to provide laundry and replace linens and the social workers (St. Joseph's Center) are contracted with the city to provide laundry services, but they won't. My coverlet are now blood and other stained for about a year due to lack of laundry, so no peeing the coverlets or the one blanket (Yes, my room has 2 beds, but exactly one stained blanket full of holes even though the hotel is contractually obligated to wash AND replace linens. I don't even have TOWELS while the hotel gets paid $160 per night over my head, and St. Joseph's gets paid $320 per night without offering services. They even do wrongfully kickouts while keeping us in the system. A heavily pregnant womyn was thrown out with no notice, and had to give birth living on the street only to find that they never formally exited her and both the hotel and St. Joseph's which wrongfully threw her out continued to get paid for her for each day. And this is happening across hotels foe the program. One person just found out the day before a comprehensive sweep a month ago that they are still in the program a year after they were thrown out of their room at 10 pm. St. Joseph's and the hotel has been getting nightly pay on her with the hotel making $60k and St. Joseph's getting over $100k for her "being in the program" while she slept in a maintenance road along s fucking creek because they threw her out! To be formally exited, there are 2 required notices plus you are supposed to be able to file a grievance and appeal. These peolle got neither, and grievance forms are withheld from us with 30 day time limits to file from incidents so workers get away with everything. Including only buying 1 day of food every 3 days despite getting money from the city to provide 3 meals a day. 250 million was earmarked from the city to us with only a 60 million cut due to the budget crisis, and we cannot even speak out because of a media blackout to negative attention with even Nick from CNN saying he couldn't publish on the ground interviews because it "went against Karen Bass's Narrative".).
If I have no way to wash the pee smell out of my blanket, how do I get her to stop peeing on the bed. Do I just keep an eye out for every time she goes to that corner and makes the pee squat and say "no", and move her to the litter box?
I try to put her in the litter box 4 times in a row before bed, and I have seen her fake pee several times where she digs and sits and acts like she is peeing but no pee. So that means she is learning that I want her to try and she is trying but has nothing to pee out, correct?

Hi all,
I have both a cash ISA and a stocks and shares ISA. I had 7k in cash and 13k in the stocks and shares ISA for the 23/24 tax year. Mere hours before April the 6th, foolishly thinking the new tax year had already started on the 5th of April, I added 5k into my stocks and shares ISA thereby exceeding the 20k limit for the 23/24 tax year.
I've read a few threads and contacted HMRC about this. After a lengthy wait on the phone, HMRC said do nothing and they will contact me telling me how to fix it.
I understand that HMRC tend to either (1) repair or (2) void an ISA account when there is an error. I want to know how they might react to my issue. Given that it is a stocks and shares ISA it is a little bit more complex than if it were a cash ISA. My worry is that they might void the ISA and so any money I put in this year (24/25) will not get the tax wrapper. Right now I am not near the 6k CGT limit, but I could be if I invest as I had planned to in the stocks and shares ISA this year. I think I am finding it a bit complicated because the shares I am investing in are fungible, i.e. I just keep investing in an SP500 tracker so it is unclear which contributions are from the oversubscription amount and which are from the original 13k.
Any advice? Do you think I should just leave all the money as is in my stocks and shares ISA and do nothing more this year in that account? Should I create a new stocks and shares ISA and put future savings there to avoid the risk of voidance? How long do HMRC tend to take to come to ISA repaivoid decisions after the tax year have ended?
Thanks in advance for the help.

Previous Part
The first sound I heard that morning was foot steps outside my tepee.
“Get up! Shaoni wants you all in town.”
The gruff but familiar voice of my driver from three days ago shouted at me. It had to be some sick sense of humor on Shaoni’s part, sending this guy to come get me for things again and again. Honestly, even I was starting to feel bad for him. Bianca stabbed his friend I knocked him off that stage yesterday with one of the war clubs. I speak from experience when I say those things HURT.
“Alright alright, just give me a second to get dressed!”
I yelled back to the man as I rushed to get around inside. At least he had the common courtesy to stay outside. A minute or two later I stepped out to see everyone else gathered around the man. Brooke, Katrina, John, and Robert all stood there, just staring at me.
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty”
Robert finally said after what seemed like forever, nearly choking on laugher at his own joke.
“I thought you were never going to wake up. Did you not hear Shaoni last night? We were supposed to be up 6 sharp.”
He explained after his laughing fit. Apparently I had missed that bit of Shaoni’s whole presentation last night. Katrina grabbed a pair of keys out of her pocket and started walking away.
“Come on, we’ve got to get into town and finish this whole thing.”
She called back to us just a little too eagerly.
“She’s letting us drive? I thought she didn’t want us heading back to town without some kind of supervision.”
I questioned as we all walked toward the same beat up red pickup that had brought me here.
“I guess she decided to make an exception.”
Katrina replied, not even bothering to look at me.
“Besides I don’t think running is much of an option at this point.”
She continued, pointing up towards the sky. A storm was brewing there, a killer one by the looks of it. The odd thing was it didn’t seem to want to break, it was just stuck in that state right before it starts raining cats and dogs. The dark, angry clouds tapered off in the sky the further they got from town, Shaoni’s doing, it had to be.
The five of us would just about fit in the truck, not comfortably but we would fit.
“Oh hell no! I’m not dealing with you up here!”
“Why not?! You know you love it.”
Brooke and Katrina argued as he tried to take the passenger seat next to her.
“No you go in the back or I’m driving us straight into a tree, I can’t put up with you anymore.”
Katrina yelled at Brooke, tensing up and getting ready for a fight.
“Would you guys just knock it off! Just sit in the back Brooke, I’ll take the passenger seat.”
I scolded both of them, I was done with their little arguments, it was starting to get under my skin. An evil grin crossed Brooke’s face as he turned to me
“What’s up with you two? You’ve been all buddy buddy with him since we all beat the shit out of each other with wooden sticks. He didn’t get to you first did he? Hmmmm?”
Brooke prodded with a wink.
Katrina Immediately punched him in the face before I even had a chance to respond.
“Ey that’s a good right hook! Give em’ another one, come on come on!”
A heavily accented voice cut in from below my feet. Rocco had managed to slip in without any of us noticing. When Brooke lay eyes on him he just about jumped straight into the truck bed. Apparently whatever Rocco did to him yesterday had left quite the impression.
“I’m not even gonna ask, just shut up and take a seat.”
Katrina told Rocco, slamming her door shut as I took a seat next to her and Rocco hopped in the back. Robert and John pretty much made themselves flat to their doors as Rocco took a seat in between them in the back. Brooke rode in the bed, shooting nervous glances at Rocco every now and then.
Katrina drove like a bat out of hell through the woods and back into town. I’m not sure if she was in that much of a hurry to get all this over with or if she just hoped her crazy driving would throw Brooke overboard. Given where we were headed and how close we would probably be to Bianca, I can’t say I wasn’t hoping the same thing.
We pulled into the parking lot of the Save-A-Lot I’d gotten groceries from my first day here. The storm over head was raging but oddly enough It still wasn’t raining or anything like that. The wind was picking up and the sky looked absolutely sinister but other than that everything seemed fine in the town.
Before Katrina’s combat boots had even touched the ground she was already giving orders.
“Alright listen up, We’re working as a team this time wether you all like it or not. I want us to split up and see what we can find. Anything out of place, anything that seems suspicious, I want you to make a note of it. We have to figure out who the victim is going to be and who’s doing the killing. We have nothing to go on either so nothing is to small here. Lets all take a look around town and meet back here in two hours. That’s two hours sharp Keith!”
Katrina barked, taking charge of the situation and leveling one quick jab at me before turning on her heels and heading out into the town.
As everyone else hurried off in different directions I took a second to think. If I was looking for someone where would I go? Where in town would I most likely go no matter what? That line of thought is what led me to the front door of the Eagle’s Roost. Cliche I know, but a bar was a good a place as any to start, even if it was 8 in the morning. Maybe someone new had stopped by and Tuck would know something about it.
The door was unlocked as usual so I let myself in, if Tuck didn’t want guests I’m sure he’d lock it.
“Hey, Tuck? You in here?”
I called into the bar as I noticed the usually roaring stone fireplace had fallen silent.
“Tuck’s not here right now sweet heart, but I can take a message if you’d give me a moment.”
“Oh, ok take your time then.”
I answered before realizing the motherly southern voice couldn’t possibly belong to Tuck.
“Wait who are you?!”
I chirped as I rushed up to the bar and peered back into the kitchen where Tuck usually was. In his place was a dark skinned woman that looked a little older than Tuck. She wore a pink checkered shirt under an apron that read, “Kiss the cook”.
“My, I haven’t seen you around. I’m Richelle, Tucker’s wife.”
She answered. Her southern accent was smooth and calm. The exact opposite of Tuck’s brutal hillbilly speak that he tried to hide.
“Did he not mention me? He doesn’t like to introduce me to the new comers, always worrying about me that one.”
“No, I think he mentioned you helped keep this place running when I first met him.”
“He must like you then, most people round here don’t even know he’s married. Anyways what can I help you with sugar?”
Her motherly voice did wonders for my stress. I could see why Tuck married her, with just a few words I’m sure she could set anyone at ease.
“I was wondering if anyone new came into town or passed through here. Maybe someone out of place, something like that? Oh, and where’s Tuck?”
“Well I can help with both those things. There was a man here, got off a bus last night all alone and came right in. I don’t know what it was but I just had a bad feeling about him, made me shiver.”
She gave a little shiver at that, to demonstrate I guess?
“As for Tuck he’s been staying with those scientists and…. and I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone that.”
She explained, a look of embarrassment crossing her face as she finished.
Before I had a chance to respond I heard the door slam open behind me. I swore I heard someone shriek my name. All I saw before someone knocked me over the stool I’d been standing next to was a blur of black hair flying toward me, and bright glowing blue eyes.
Bianca wrapped me in a bear hug on the floor.
“What happened to you, are you hurt, how are you back!?”
She fired questions at me as fast as she could.
“Bianca, crushing my… can you just, ease up a bit.”
I pleaded as she squeezed me harder than a boa constrictor.
“Sorry! I just didn’t think I’d see you…”
She squeaked, trailing off suddenly. A single tear making its way down her face as she blushed slightly and released me. In that moment I realized Bianca, who had stabbed a guy not to long ago for grabbing her hand, just bear hugged me. I’m not sure what I felt about that but at the moment, I was just happy to see her and even happier that she was happy to see me.
“Shaoni let us back into town for the last of the trials. We’re supposed to stop a murder in town.”
“A murder?! Is that what you were asking about? Is that man a murderer? My, what is going on in this town.”
Richelle shrieked, reminding Bianca and I that we weren’t alone in here. I felt the hot blood rush to my face as I looked up to see Bianca blushing as well, even redder than before.
“So, did you end up finding anything out about Shaoni?”
I asked Bianca as we took a seat at the bar, getting straight down to business as Richelle started stress cleaning in the kitchen.
I was a bit surprised by what she said. I never expected Shaoni to be THE Thunderbird or a descendent of them. I was still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.
“So she went into hiding here then? That cave we stumbled into that was connected to the mines. Was that her… nest?”
I thought out loud, hoping Bianca would have some kind of answer.
“I guess, that’s what Frank and Stein have been calling it too. Speaking of Frank and Stein we should probably go see them. We were planning to break you out today, guess we were a little late on that huh.”
Bianca said, getting up from her seat at the bar. I’m not sure reuniting with Frank, Stein, and the rest of them was the best idea. At the moment I didn’t have a whole lot of other options though. I got up and followed Bianca out the door, heading back to her house to call off their rescue mission.
“Good luck darlin’!”
Richelle called after us, I felt sure we could use all the luck we could get.
“How the hell’d ya get back here son?!”
Tuck asked as soon as Bianca and I walked through the front door. Rocco had already found his way back and had apparently been filling everyone in on what had been happening. Stein was unloading some sort of pistol with a long thin barrel on the kitchen table.
“I’m glad I won’t have to use this at least. It’s been… many years since I’ve had to take this out of storage.”
Stein explained to no one in particular while staring at the gun. No doubt it brought back memories of his time with the German military. Frank walked out of the basement at that moment and nodded to me.
“Glad to have you back Keith.”
He said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s great to see you all but I can’t stay too long, I’ve got to go back.”
“WHAT?!”
Everyone yelled in unison, even Rocco.
“It’s the last trial and Shaoni is overseeing it personally. You see that storm outside? That’s all her, if I don’t go back she’ll know and I’m sure there will be consequences. Besides Brooke is here too, I don’t want to give him any reason to go looking for me and bump into Bianca.”
I explained to everyone, not enough to wipe the shock off all their faces but at least Stein seemed to understand. Just the mention of Brookes name made Bianca freeze up. Only for a second but I could see this tension pass over her whole body and her eyes suddenly glowed blue and widened with fear. I was paying so much attention to how she’d react to that name that I almost didn’t feel her reach out and squeeze my hand from her place at my side. She sighed quietly before her eyes returned to normal but she still kept my hand in hers.
“You can’t go back! We only just got you back!”
Bianca protested, but my mind was made up.
“I need to see this through and besides someone’s life is at stake. I should try and stop that at least.”
Bianca couldn’t argue with that, neither could anyone else. I could tell Tuck and her wanted to but they didn’t. All Tuck did was quietly nod his head and grunt. I could tell Bianca was running through every possible argument in her head to try and make me stay but wasn’t coming up with anything. Bianca let go of my hand and asked,
“Can I at least come with you? To help stop the murder I mean.”
She looked into my eyes like a puppy, begging me to say yes.
In any normal circumstance I would’ve given in immediately to that, especially coming from someone who looked like her. This time though, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t take the chance that Brooke would see her and something bad would happen.
“You can’t Bianca, I don’t want anything happening to you especially with… him out there. I think Shaoni offered to help him find you if he showed up for these trials or something like that. Either way I’m pretty sure he’s here for you.”
I told her as gently as I could. I could see her recoil at the idea that Brooke might be here just for her. She was scared, maybe more scared than she’d ever been that there was even a small chance of Brooke getting his hands on her again.
“I… no, no your right.”
I didn’t expect her to give in so easily but it was a welcome surprise.
“I hope you know what yer doin son.”
Tuck told me as I got ready to head back out. Frank and Stein cornered me before I could leave as well.
“Take this.”
Frank said, thrusting what looked like a jury rigged walkie talkie into my hands.
“If you need anything call us on that. We’ll help however we can, and don’t expect us to sit around quietly when you go back. We fully intend get you out still, no reason to let a perfectly good plan go to waste.”
I thanked them for the walkie talkie. I was glad they were still looking out for me even if I doubted they could do much against whatever was to come, it was good to have people in your corner. Bianca was waiting for me when I got to the door.
“At least I get to say goodbye this time.”
She said with a little smirk. She’d been acting different since I got back, much more… personable?
“Yeah I guess so. What’s been up with you? You’ve been acting… different.”
I asked her, a little nervous for some reason.
“You helped me… a lot actually. Your the first person who’s really cared about me in years.”
“That’s not true, look at Frank and Stein.”
I responded, missing the point of what she was saying.
“No, not like that. I mean your a friend, a good friend… no that’s not, ugh.”
She said, shaking her head and looking a little embarrassed. Then she did something I really didn’t expect, she leaned over and kissed me.
“Just… make sure you come back ok? For me.”
She added as she pushed me out the door, starting to turn lobster red. My head was spinning but there was a bug dumb smile on my face, I’m sure of that. Filled with all the confidence that brought me, I headed back to the Save-A-Lot to see what everyone else had turned up on the impending murder.
As I walked back lighting began to crack across the sky. The lightning took all kinds of unnatural shapes. I swore one time it almost looked like a pair of eyes, watching me from the sky.
“Alright everyone, I want reports!”
Katrina shouted like a drill instructor, bring the group of us gathered around the hood of the truck to attention.
“The elderly cashier inside, she was… disquieted. More so than I would expect of someone in this strange town.”
John spoke, saying the first words I’d ever heard from him in a wise sage-like voice.
“I looked around for some kinda police station but this shit hole town doesn’t have one. How the hell am I supposed to report a murder if there’s no police!”
Brooke complained to the crowd.
“So, you accomplished absolutely nothing, I kinda figured that.”
Katrina scoffed at him.
“Yeah there hasn’t been a police station here as long as I remember. We never needed one, everyone either moved on to fast or stuck around and just wanted to be left alone, never caused any problems. Still, it’s a little strange come to think of it, would’ve figured the government would make us have some kind of police.”
Robert informed us before giving his own report.
“I looked around a bit myself, didn’t come across much on account of there not being all that many people to talk to in this town. Those old scientist types in the big white house never answered the door when I knocked and I couldn’t find their daughter.”
To my horror Brooke’s eyes lit up and he was suddenly razor focused on what Robert had to say.
“I did see some guy I’d never seen in town before walking around. Didn’t want to talk much though, he just turned around and walked the other way as soon as he caught sight of me.”
Robert finished with a shrug. Brooke seemed less interested after he heard nothing else about the daughter Robert mentioned. Did he know Robert was taking about Bianca?
“Wait that strange guy, was he wearing an old hat? Some kind of bowler I think, looked really out of place.”
Katrina asked suddenly, her eyes lighting up.
“Yeah now that you mention it I think he did.”
Robert answered after thinking for a second.
“Damn it! He saw me and ran when I was searching around town myself. So next order of business we find that guy. Keith! Did you see anything else?”
Katrina asked, whirling around to face me.
“I stopped by the bar and the bartender there told me someone new came into town a few days ago. Apparently she had a bad feeling about him. Maybe its the same guy you two saw?”
I proposed, pointing to Robert and Katrina. Katrina paced around for a bit, thinking I guess. She finally came to a rest again at the front of the truck, apparently she’d come up with another plan.
“Alright, I want that guy in the bowler hat found so we’re breaking into teams of two.”
“Uh, isn’t there five of us, that won’t work.”
Brooke interjected, earning him a look of pure murder from Katrina.
“Keep that up and I’ll find that raccoon, you can pair up with him!”
She yelled completely over Brooke’s attitude.
“I’ll go alone, Robert, John, you two are together same with you Keith and asshole.”
“I have a name you know!”
Brooke complained, getting yet another look from Katrina. If he kept that up I had a pretty good idea of exactly who the murderer and victim would be.
“Alright alright Jesus lady cool your jets!”
He said, putting his hands up in surrender as Katrina took a threatening step towards him.
A few minutes later Brooke and I had broken off from the other three having all agreed to meet up back at the truck in another hour. Brooke had insisted we go to the bar and search for the guy but I had a feeling there was more to it than that. He proved me right when he ducked into an alley and pushed me up against the side of a building right on main street. Usually that would be instantly seen by someone but here wasn’t like anywhere else. There was no one around to help me out or even see what was going on.
“I know we’re supposed to be looking for a murderer but I’ve got other things in mind. That daughter Robert was talking about, you know something about her don’t you.”
Brooke questioned with a growl, arm against my throat holding me uncomfortably tight against the building.
“Daughter? What are you talking about?”
I choked out, deciding to play dumb. He didn’t like this to much and pushed me even harder against the wall.
“That raccoon mentioned her name the other day when the fuckin thing attacked me and it seems pretty buddy buddy with you! Bianca! ring any bells!”
I felt my face grow red at the mention of her name as I thought back to the way she kissed me at the door. That reaction betrayed me and the beginnings of a twisted smile appeared in Brooke’s eyes.
“Oh yeah, you know her don’t you? Know what she can do to I bet. Did she tell you about me, how she threw away everything I could’ve given her.”
He hissed at me, venom dripping off every word.
“At first I didn’t care but then I heard stories of this whore who could wrap you around her finger like nothing else. She’d do whatever you wanted but you’d also pay whatever she asked, do whatever she asked. Imagine my surprise when I started looking into it and it turned out to be my little escaped bird.”
Brooke continued, grinning like a mad man. He was obsessed with her, it didn’t take a genius to see that. But I was in no position to argue with him, I could barley speak with the pressure on my neck from his arm.
“They called her a succubus, the crazy ones at least. Turns out they were right though, there was something off about her from the first day I met her but I had no idea she was something exotic like that. See I make a habit of collecting things, rare things, and she’s the rarest I’ve ever been able to find. I was so close to having her at one point but she just had to break away. When I met Shaoni late one night researching the supernatural she agreed to look into her for me on one condition. I agree to show up in this town in the ass end of nowhere and participate in some trials for her. Easiest deal I ever made, now I’m this close to getting my hands on her again. Imagine what she could do for me, what I could get with her powers.”
Brooke finished his monologue, finally letting me go.
“Now you’re going to show me where she is and I’m going to get the hell out of here. Get going!”
He shouted at me, drawing a pocket knife from his white suit jacket.
My first reaction was to look around and search for a way out. I couldn’t fight him, that was clear. I really didn’t want to get stabbed either. My eyes darted around trying to find anything that could get me out of this. Then I found exactly what I was looking for on the other side of the street.
Katrina had found the man in the bowler and he was running back toward the Save-A-Lot like Usain Bolt himself.
“Katrina, HELP!”
Brooke whipped his head around, trying to catch sight of her before she did anything. Katrina wasted no time though. She took one look at him, pulled the gun from its holster on her waist, and fired. The crack of the bullet made me run on pure instinct and Brooke dropped to the ground. It hadn’t hit him unfortunately, but it had bought me enough time to run.
“Argh that bitch! I’ll find her myself!”
Brooke shouted before getting back to his feet and running the other direction. The guy Katrina had been chasing used the distraction to make some distance on her. He was nearly to the corner that turned towards the Save-A-Lot. I took off after him as Katrina did the same, ripping the walkie talkie from my pocket as I ran.
“Stein get Bianca out of there! Head out to the mine, maybe there aren’t to many people there now, just get her out of town! Brooke is here and he’s looking for her I’ll meet you once this is all over ok.”
I think Stein said something back but I didn’t catch it. The adrenaline spike of getting shot at and chasing this guy who was likely a soon to be murderer made it hard to hear.
We weren’t as fast as we hoped but we were just fast enough to see the consequences of that. As Katrina and I got into the parking lot the guy was already inside, pointing a gun of his own at the elderly cashier that gave me a hard time about my ID. I made out the movements of her lips just before he pulled the trigger. It looked like she said “Oh, you’re the one she sent then.” Just before he killed her.
I stopped dead when I saw the body drop, I’d never seen someone die before. In Imalone people had died but I’d been knocked out for most of it. Seeing it up close though, it made my stomach drop. I fell to my knees and threw up on the spot, the blood, god the blood splatter behind her it was horrible.
Katrina didn’t stop after the shot, if anything she charged in even faster. The gun was still in her hand and she held it up in front of her, using the weight of the gun to smash through the glass doors with the bottom of the grip. The shards of glass rained down on the murderer who surprisingly, seemed just as stunned as I was by the corpse. Katrina dropped her shoulder and charged into him, hitting him so hard they both fell to the ground. She was back on her feet quick as lighting, flipping the guy over onto his front and putting a knee on his back in between his shoulder blades. Katrina locked his arm behind his back and said something I couldn’t hear. At that point I kinda spaced out. The only other thing I remember before getting in the truck was Katrina leading the man out of the store with his hands zip tied behind him. The few people who were in the store had come out and were starting to pick over the scene as we shot out onto the road back to the mine.
I noticed one of us was missing when we came to a stop.
“Where’s Brooke?”
“I wasn’t waiting for him, not after whatever he pulled in town. He can find his own way back.”
Katrina answered me while pushing the man she’d apprehended out of the truck and toward the entrance to the mine.
“Are you doing ok? You looked a little white on the way out here, like you saw a ghost.”
Robert asked me as we got out and followed behind Katrina.
“Sure sure I just… never saw someone die like that you know.”
I said, never so sure that I wasn’t ok. Robert gave me a knowing nod as we made our way down to the coliseum.
Shaoni and Katrina were waiting for us already. Brooke was there too, beaten and bloody against the wall. It looked like someone had dragged him back here against his will, probably Shaoni if I had to guess.
“I can’t say I’m pleased with what went on in town but in the end you did discover the murderer, even if it was too late. Now it’s time for the second part of this trial. I want to hear your judgements, what should this man’s punishment be?”
Shaoni greeted us, ignoring everything that had gone on before like it didn’t even matter. Something about that made my blood boil.
“Katrina, you first. What should this man’s punishment be?”
“P please.. you said.”
The man muttered before Shaoni slapped him hard across the face.
“You will be silent!”
She ordered, the room suddenly becoming electric with her temper. Katrina stepped up in front of Shaoni and gave her judgment.
“He took a life, he should be killed as well. It’s the only way to be sure he doesn’t do something like that again.”
Shaoni nodded at that and pointed to me.
“You next Keith, what should we do with him?”
I was filled with a rage I’d never felt before as I looked at the whole situation. Shaoni was meant to be a spirt of justice, or so I thought. Yet she let that woman die. Worse still, after what the woman said I believed Shaoni may have arranged the whole thing, murderer, victim, and all. That’s not justice, that’s playing god, using her power and influence to mess with people like pieces on a chessboard and for what? Just so she could “test” a few people who’d caught her eye?
“You deserve punishment Shaoni. That man is innocent, you put him up to it didn’t you? Him, the victim, all of it! It’s all just some kind of game to you isn’t it?! You keep claiming you represent justice but from what I’ve heard you’ve had a problem with that. This is something else though, where is the justice in this Shaoni, where! I don’t pretend to know what you’ve been through over the years Justice, but this isn’t right. If it was up to me this man should be let go so he doesn’t have you whispering in his ear and you should go back to sleep like you had been years ago.”
I shouted at her, not caring what she would do to me. It felt good though, to finally let her have it, especially after all she’d put me through.
I learned Shaoni’s real name from Bianca but hearing it seemed to make her shrink. The second I said it I had her full attention.
“No! You don’t understand Keith! These people were terrible, guilty of their own crimes. I found them both and offered them a deal. Submit to my judgment or do something for me and face the judgment of another. They got their punishments, I’m no monster!”
She roared back, the beginning of tears brimming in her eyes.
“Guilty or not you used them like pawns Justice! None of this is right, there’s no justice in it, no right and wrong. It’s just a game to you! Don’t you see this is wrong!”
I yelled at her again.
“DON’T YOU USE THAT NAME!”
She thundered back.
“Would you prefer Vengeance?!”
I added, shattering her.
The mention of that name brought Shaoni to tears and she lost her temper. She threw her hand out toward the man still zip tied on the ground in an act of anger. The tattoos on her arms glowed with a blue, ghostly light. The energy grew until a bolt of lightning arced from the tattoos, filling the room with the scent of ozone. The bolt hit the man in the head, searing the skin of his face black in an instant as his body went still.
“You don’t understand, all those years, all those mistakes. Do you know what that…!”
Shaoni started to scream to me again, but she was cut off by the sound of vehicles above us and the cracks of gunfire.
I looked around in surprise, still in shock after the brutal death of the murderer in front of me. I saw Katrina holding her own walkie talkie and smiling.
“Looks like my ride is here, time to end this little charade. Keith, I’d suggest running if I where you. Shaoni, I’d say its been fun but you’re the whole reason they sent me out here in the first place. You’ve been way too much trouble but for what its worth, good luck.”
Katrina hissed at the two of us. Robert, John, and I were stunned, even Shaoni herself seemed shocked back to reality by whatever was happening. With her piece said, Katrina turned and walked out of the mine, towards the growing sounds of shouting and gunfire coming from outside.

So here's the deal, I don't pay much attention to what is going on and only get BTC maybe once or twice a year from an ATM. I didn't know about the recent news with Samurai wallet.
I have a Samurai wallet in an old tracfone phone. I put some minutes on in the phone, went to the ATM and deposited. I did this twice because the ATM have me less than I expected and I went to get more cash and went pack for another BTC deposit. Or so I thought. After a couple hours and getting texts that the transactions were complete, I checked the wallet and it is empty. At this point, the wallet shows previous transactions, but may or may not have data access.
So after some searching I learn the drama and find instructions on how to recover the wallet in Sparrow. I download Sparrow and enter the 12 seed words. I enter the what might be the passphrase, and I don't remember the message that was shown, but it loads a wallet that is empty and has zero transactions.
I tried exporting the 'samurai.txt' file and importing that in Sparrow so I can use the few passphrases it might be. All show an error.
When I enter the 12 word seed, I get an error except with the first passphrase I entered that said wallet found with no transactions.
Now, when I open Samsung wallet in the old phone, it no longer shows old transactions. I also notice every time I click receive in the Samurai wallet, it has a different address, although both deposits went to the same address.
Is there any way I can recover this wallet and the BTC I deposited if I still have access to the Samurai wallet?

Hi everyone, I’ve been on Ocrevus for almost two years (for context). A few months ago I had my anual brain MRI and for the first time they did my optic nerves too and i have one lesion on each optic nerve. My neuro think they are old lesions from my optic neuritis before getting diagnosed. This led me to ask to a referral to an ophthalmologist to check my vision again. Today I had a check up and they checked my eyes using that thing that has a hole and you have to see the letters trough it. My vision improved A LOT since I couldn’t really see them before using that. For what i’ve read if your vision improves from that it means i need glasses and that the fact that I see the letters blurry it’s not the lesions on my optic nerves. - Has anyone done this test after optic neuritis? Did your vision improve using the hole? - Do glasses help you see better if the blurred vision is caused by damage to the optic nerve? I know I should have asked this to the doctor but I got nervous and I forgot. I see fairly fine from up close (i can read a book without glasses) but when the letters are far away I can barely see them unless they are kinda big, if they cover one of my eyes is a no go for me. Any of your experiences would be helpful to understand this a little bit better :)

Hello together, Since i need to get this stuff out of my mind i thought of posting my full story about my past Relationship with a Girl with BPD.
About me
24M we we're together for 2,5 years. Parents divorced when i was 8, after that our Home was never rly a Family again. Have 2 Sisters but no strong Bond to them. She was my first real girlfriend and definetly is my first true Love (6th class i had a "gf" for 8~weeks that started while she was in a relationship that she ended for me). I was a virgin before her, and only kissed my "first GF" before no other Woman. I also Had very little contact to woman and didnt knew anything rly about them (how they behave/whats normal/whats not) at all after i started to work at 16. I have a strong protective Instinct for Woman and i am Overall very caring and nice Person.
About her
25F, 4 Boyfriends before me (8months/3months/3years/10months) she cheated on the second with the first and Kissed a Guy at the end of the 3year one. Parents divorced at age 13. Very rough childhood. Father a narcisst, mother made her feel Like she never wanted her. She has a older sister but the Bond isnt strong. One of her other Family members and His wife&children kinda became her Foster Family, she Sees them more as parents, and These are her Trust persons. Now diagnosed with BPD, Depression,ptsd
This will probably be a longer Story so i put it in parts.
First Meeting
The first time i met her was at a small Party at a friends house, one of my friends girlfriend knew her and warned me about her. She went through a breakup phase at the moment and they knew that she had Tinder at the moment and had slept with some Guys. This night she was flirting with someone Out of my town which later resulted in them becoming a couple.
Her Last relationship before me It lasted about 10months. It was her 4th, and the Guy never Had a Longtime relationship but a like 3/4shorter ones <1year. Since they belonged to the same friendcircle as me i noticed alot about it. It was destined to fail. He was on worktrips Monday-Friday (Army) so they only rly met in the weekends. They argued very much even in the beginning. U could see that neither of them we're rly happy in it. Personaly i dont rly like this guy since i dont like his charakter and the way he behaves sometimes.
How it started
At the end of her last relationship they moved together to my town (her ex also lived there) and they we're always at the same smaller meetups/partys as i was (only our friendcircle) with like 5-8ppl at most. One night He left earlier and she wanted to stay. This night she got a message from her father that she is not her daughter anymore since she moved out of her old apartment where he was the landlord. Due to coincidence i wanted to Go to toilet and saw her crying down the street, went to her and comforted and hugged her. Next days she thanked me for taking the time via wa(WhatsApp). The next week again there was a Party and again her Bf left earlier and she stayed. This time we we're the Last people and host closed it, WE then talked for about 3hours about her situation with her Family/ dad since i could understand it, her BF at the time Not. Also i hugged her from time to time when she was crying. Next week also the same, she stayed Bf left and she touched my Leg and Rubbed her feet against mine after he left, we also talked alot that night again after Party was closed. Couple days later she thanked me and said her Bf doesnt understand her, doesnt Take time for her problems, i Just wanted to help her and make her feel better, No romantic interest at that Point. Due to her issues we then went to for a Walk nearly everyday in the night to Talk about it. On the first Walk she literally told me about anything (Family&Friends/past relationship/ her Sex Life, with how many Guys she slept (8 at the time) and her Tinder Phase i got told about before (8 at the time)and that she isnt sexually satisfied in her relationship and never was before-outside of a ONS when she was single) All this caught me offguard since i was Virgin and never had a girl spoke to me about such things. Later we went to her place and talked more, i noticed her make me compliments all the time but i Just kinda ignored it. She then Fell asleep on my lap and i waked her Up after 10min and went home. We then went to meetup to Walk nearly everyday at the weekdays, and we fell in Love during that. But she Lied to her Bf Sometime(Not everytime) this went for Like 2/3weeks. After some time she told me she wants to leave her Bf and we cuddled Sometimes a little bit but no touching private parts more Like leaning against another (i then didnt realised that we we're cuddling). We also talked about a Future together and how we build a House and have Kids and stuff. I didnt feel Bad since her Bf treated her very poorly and never was caring or Loving for her. She then left him, and couple days later we Kissed and i was Always at her place but so that No one can notice (but people realised there is Something Off and that there something between us). During relationship she then told me that she wouldve betrayed her ex with me if i took the signals right (Like i noticed) but to my bad i didnt realised what that rly means.
The relationship
Finally i had a gf i couldnt believe it. But we kept it Hidden for 3months~ then Made it official, i then moved into her Apartment (she kept it) since i was living at parents since then. We never argued in the first 6months(!) it was just perfect. We had so much fun we enjoyed every minute and did Chat allday when Not together. I Had what i always thought what real love is. She was my best Friends and the only Person to ever give me this warm Feeling of being Loved&wanted&needed&cared for and i never trusted a Person Like her. Also the Sex did workout for her, i was the first Guy who cared for her wants and needs and she told me she never had this good Sex before and that she had her First orgasm (ngl i am also a bit over average in size but i only knew that once we bought condoms). Everything seemed Like it could Last forever she always talked about marriage, we talked about problems, we're always nice&Kind&Loving to each other and i thought well maybe i am one of the lucky people to find his wife at the first try. But after 6-8months the Sex life changed, it was still very good but only every 3-5weeks or when she was drunk (i have a high Libido). She told me before she has no high Sex Drive and had one year No Sex in the 3year relationship but that we have so few Sex now maybe a phase. So i thought ok i am Not Happy with it now but maybe it Changes and we still have Sex Sometimes and the Sex is still very good for both of us, i Made her like things before she didnt like (fingering) and we found Out some more Things she liked but has never tried/ the other did seemingly Not to her liking. But this Phase continued for the whole relationship, we never again had sex more often then every 3-5weeks outside for Like 3/4times. This put a big toll on me since for me it was very important, also she at some Point did Not Care for my needs and wouldnt do anything for me (only every 8-12weeks or so she would do give me a BJ or HJ) in bed only when she wanted Sex, also Sometimes she couldnt kiss me and tilted her head away, and often wanted it to end fast Out of nowhere. This was my only Problem and the reason i waited with marriage since every other aspect was rly fine. Only i was very Jealous since she chatted with some Guys (actually only friendship) and with on of our Friends He also came over in her want but WE only played cards or so, i asked her If there was Something but she said no and i trusted her. Also during the relationship she Always said she feared me leaving her and never would she leave me, and that she needs me in her life, that she was never so happy on all areas and that she doesnt understand how a Guy Like me who in her eyes is so perfect would Chose her.And how i always felt when Something was off and comforted her and how i am the most understanding amd empathic Person she ever met.And that she wants to marry me so bad, and that we together could conquer the world and do everything and clear every problem we have. This always gave me the confidence i needed in my life and i thought what should she wants from other Guys, she Had 4 Bad relationships and i am giving it my all so why think to much of it.
When BPD fully appeared / Breakup
Last OctobeNovember she started to have mental problems and went to weekly therapy. Thats when it all started. Her mental health became worse and worse, i tried everything i could, spoke with her all the time, tried to fix things tried to Bring Up solutions but nothing worked (Till the end of the relationship). But it only got worse. She Had suicidal thoughts, inner emtyness, started to distance herself from me, pushed me away. Didnt wanna spend time with me, wanted less and less to have physical interaction. Also in this time she talked A LOT to one of her Guy Friends who also Had Depression, and i mean a Lot. They chatted allday, Had Phone calls, and she hold her Phone away when i sat next to her when she chatted with him, but she told me i can Always See The Chat If i wanted to. They did never meetup tho, and i asked her If she Had feelings for him and she said now but that she Just wants to Talk to someone who isnt involved in her private life and i trusted that, but i was still very Jealous. Since why Not speak to me when she always could. When it was clear she has BPD she went into a 6week therapy to learn how to Deal with her suicidal thoughts etc. Later i realised where all Here Sometimes weird behavior (pushing me away/more Guy Friends/distancing/Moments where she would yell at me for no reason but 5minutes later came to say sry and her having problems to have Sex with because of the fear of emotion Connection and all the other stuff) came from since i informed myself alot about bpd. But before that we had alot of Talks how this should Work Out again since i felt she was falling for another Guy Just Like Back then with me, and i Said to her if we wont have more physical contact Like Kissing and Sex, that this wont Work Out in the longterm. But i always said i give u the time u need, i give u the time u want, together we can fix this youre never alone aslong as U have me. 1 Week later she said she Had lost feelings for me and that she wants to breakup and WE kinda did breakup there, but that she has no feelings for other and Just wants to go through this alone, but also that she constantly thinks about haveing Sexting and Sex with other Guys, Guys she has no feelings for, she can dump any Second, without having responsibilities, without the emotional Connection that was her Most important part. This was the moment i broke. I thought since she finally was satisfied she wouldnt want other Guys.. Never could i have a poly relationship. I only wanted her and i Made that clear the whole relationship even tho we Had a little Sex. I Said to her that i couldnt do this and she said she doesnt know If she rly wants it and so on. We talked for days about how to solve IT and what to do but came to the conclusion that she wants to put it ON ICE for a while,and that her Body and mind doesnt want to be touched from me but that she will install Dating apps soon... But also she changed her mind daily in nearly everything.. I thought that i broke the circle that i managed to Change he to make her feel better finally, since i was someone who gives everything for her, who Loves her for who she is, who Cares for her Like No other, she told me that she was never this satisfied, she never Had so good Sex, she never was this happy,she wanted Kids in her life but only with me she knew she want them, she said i am the right guy at the wrong time... Her Family Made clear that they want me to be her Future husband, all of them Loved me and her Friends too. During the therapy i visited her&brought her presents, Things to get her mind Off from the Situation, Pictures of us&her and her Friends&Family and everything was fine Like nothing happened. But when we chatted she didnt want to Chat, but on the Weekend we alone spent the whole time together, cuddled, but No Kissing or Sex. She Always said lets give it our all after the 6weeks and rly Work on it but i need time for me now and i respected it. But it all changed after 2 weeks she didnt want to me to visit or to Chat with me or to have Phone calls, but i knew she was on her phone the whole day.. But still she wanted to visit me in the weekends. In the 3rd week tho she said i comfort her when i am there but that she feels good without me and that the feelings are gone. Some Part of me died that moment. So we finally fully clearly broke up. We both cried alot and talked about it but there was No helping it.
After Breakup
We still have contact since her Cats& stuff is still at our Apartment, but she will get a new Apartment soon and the all of IT will be Out and i can start to fully heal. Also since we we're both active in the Association we Met Last Week, and she was crying all the time so i spoke to her, since i still Love her.. She told she wants to go back to therapy since she has again all time suicidal thoughts and does Cut herself now and in therapy/clinic she feels safe. I comforted and hugged her since she was crying all the time. I asked her how she feels and what therapy she will do in future and If she cheated on me during relationship she Said No and i asked If slept with other Guys after and she said yes.. 2 guys since and the first 1week after the breakup... And i asked If it felt good and she said that it felt very good and that she doesnt regret it.. I never felt so betrayed And Hurt i hoped that with all the Love she Had for me she could avoid doing that Just to feel good for 5minutes.. And that she did it to forget me. And she told me it since she cant lie to me and that she still has some feelings for me.. and that she Said that i know her better then she knows herself... I got so angry at that moment but Not at her at the Guy that it felt good with..(i dont know who He is and its better that way) But now i know that she will never have healthy relationship aslong as she doesnt get her Shit together, and Deals with her mental illness, she Said she wont have a relationship again aslong as she doesnt has it fixed and i Hope so for her. She Said herself she knows she will never find a Guy like me again and that she rly was never this happy in Life like with me and that never has a breakup Hurt her so much and that she never Had so strong feelings for someone and that she is very sorry it had to end this way and that she wished different but that she thanks for me for everything i have done for her.
Conclusion
I am absolutely broken my self confidence is at 0, but still i am not angry at her but very very disappointed that she gave It all Up. It was true Love from my Side and maybe to some degree from hers. BPD build Up and destroyed the relationship. But it was the best time of my and her Life. If she wouldnt have sleeped with other Guys DIRECTLY after breakup Things couldve ended differently but now i know that i will never be together with the women i truly Loved with all my Heart, the Woman that Made me feel Like No other, but that didnt respect my boundaries and that Kills me. But i Said to her If she would do that its over, she did and didnt regret it. She will regret it one day i am 100% sure but then i will Not comeback. Its a shame what this illness does to people. Now i am left with a co dependency, the thought i can never Trust a Person this much or the words the say due to my Trust getting crushed once more, and the Feeling i can never Invest so much Love in a relationship again, and that i will just get the Same treatment. But still i am not a Bit angry at her funny isnt it.
Last words To all of you out there who are living through the same shit, u have to think what you really want and what your boundaries are and set them clearly. I wish for u that it not has to end like in my Situation. Feel hugged 🫂! U are great people dont let your self confidence get crushed by them.