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We‘re a group of 25 year olds(F), we’ve known each other since school and we come from two different countries. The thing is we go once every week and just looking to have some good time, but somehow it turns into a debate.
My nutritionist friend starts going into medicine and talks some dumb shit (Ive graduated from medicine and now Im an intern), so I have to put her on the right track, because she keeps diagnosing the people that Just ask for diet plans and the dx is wrong. But when we tell her she just won’t shut up and stays on her wrong point we leave her alone but still she talks. The other one is a pharmacist and agrees with her shit. The nutritionist starts yapping about how she wakes up and makes up a fake „perfect „ routine“ and yaps about it. We all know its fake we know her for years but the entire time she speaks about how she’s a perfectionist and workaholic not leaving a space for u to speak its all about her. So I started hating going out tbh because Im really not having fun. Im just here for a good time. She brings her laptop as well and starts working (we have an engineer and two doctors in the group and never brought up work when we go out)but still she keeps bringing and Put it front of her just to say she works the entire time.
Newly they‘ve gone into politics. Mind u Im from a very minority in my country and have totally different views from all of them. I’ve learnt to not talk about politics when it comes to my people. because people seem to be uneducated about it and have genuine hatred towards us. But my friends started going into that. And Im becoming so petty to the point where I read and watch videos and documentaries before we go out to win the argument. Its a 1 vs 6 argument its like Im going to war and not hang out. It petty and dumb but god my friends have changed and act like they are culturally and politically educated just after they watch an instagram reel.
This is genuinely not a joke, its getting out of hand, and the way someone stays on sth wrong not letting u speak is so stressful. Let alone speaking in your field of knowledge and act like they know better.

Hi Reddit, I’m not sure how the format of Reddit works so forgive me for any errors. I’m a 20 year old woman who’s been with an amazing man (20 as well) let’s call him A for almost a year. I’m gonna give you a brief history of our relationship and friendship before I continue. Me and A met in high school my freshman year his sophomore year and we did not get along. For a while we just hated each other and I’ll be honest he said some pretty horrible things to me back then but we ended up as friends after a little while. We started dating a few months after that and I thought things were good. That was far from the truth back then. He was still in love with his ex girlfriend L. L was his first love and they had been together for 2 years before they broke up when they went to high school. He ended up breaking up with me because “ I felt to much like a sister to him” and it broke my heart. I wasn’t over it for a long time and our friendship never recovered. After I got another boyfriend a few weeks later he called me a whore and told me to un alive myself because our relationship meant nothing to me. We didn’t talk again for 3 years I ended the other relationship after I graduated and got into a really toxic and abusive relationship with my ex-fiancé. While I was working at my retail job I ran into A again and we talked for a bit before he brought up that he needed help with a project that I actually knew a lot about and I offered to help for free. I went over the next day to help out and made dinner for him and his roommates because he admitted the last time he ate was a few days ago. I started going over regularly to hang out with him and his roommates because they were a cool group. We got together a little while later and he helped me move into his room at the apartment. We got our own place in December and things have been great. I found out I was pregnant January and we decided to keep him. I know I should be happy but I just can’t do it. I went through his Discord the other week I don’t know what I was looking for but it wasn’t him conversations with L he had a few months before we got back together in July. He told he was still in love with her and wanted to be with her still but he “ promised himself he wouldn’t do that to himself again” and she shared the same sentiments. That was the last thing they said to each other he blocked her when we got back together. It’s something that keeps me up at night and I feel like I stole A from L and I’m some kind of home wreaker in my own relationship. I love A he’s an amazing boyfriend and he’s so excited for our son but I just feel gross sometimes about it. How do I make it go away? I love A so much and I never really stopped loving him after high school. Thanks for reading I know I’m probably just going crazy because of the baby but I wanted to let it out finally.

We’ve been going back through old seasons, watching only the merryfields (bc what’s the point of watching anyone else, they’re all off the show now🤣) anyway, noticed a pretty hilarious pattern. In season 4 after Garrick & Roberta are very much official (already “trying for babies”🥴) & had been approved for the k1 visa & everything, but it seemed like Bert was dragging her feet, probably cause she has a brain, but she said it was cause her mom needed her at the time.
Anyway! Ick blurts out that DANNIELLE had decided during this time to continue looking for a third, that’s when she finds Leah & Leah flies out and we see how unhappy that makes Roberta. Dannielle makes the comment that Roberta’s very jealous but she’ll have to deal with it if she wants this life! As we know, Garrick kissing Leah & them continuing to search before Bert could even get acclimated ends up causing a big blowup fight & in the end was probably the straw that broke the camels back.
Fast forward to present time with Nathalia, things are pretty official & before she can even make it to the US, Dannielle magically meets a new “friend” who’s now a potential sister wife, Miriam. Dannielle says Nathalia is very unhappy about this & wants nothing to do with her until it gets serious which is basically the stance Roberta took. Idk if it would’ve been so glaringly similar to me if I hadn’t just watched that episode yesterday but literally Dannielle’s verbiage is the exact same. “We can’t just put our life on hold, we have to keep looking!” As we can see from the sneak peak of next weeks episode, this’ll most likely be the catalyst in ending their relationship.
At this point I’m waiting for a wink & a bow from Dannielle cause she’s orchestrating everything & she knows exactly what she’s doing 🤣 you guys should go back to season 4 & find the episode with Leah, it’s so identical it’s almost comical!

I'm really insecured everytime nasa group pictures ako even though di naman sya mataba tingnan in the mirror or selfies. I'm getting self conscious about this haha. I've tried everything like doing cardio for years, and even using guasha and to no effect, body weight ko lang nababawasan. I really want to have defined cheek bones since I think of myself as a b class panget.
Every time I hangout with my friends they always joke about my facial fat kesyo ganto ganyan, even my classmates, heck kahit acquaintances ko lang. Nakikitawa lang ako kahit medj naooffene ako (ppl pleaser aq e)
So if ever, may experience dito how to reduce facial fat, pls drop suggestions. (Ps. I have a slow metabolism too kaya maingat rin me sa diet)

There is just a certain stench with some of these couples that I can’t point out, I have some Filipina friends that are well-educated and well-mannered that are happily married. However, there are just some of these ladies that are completely pretentious and ill-mannered.
You can see them almost everywhere, but you could necessarily the faces of their spouses and how tired they’re of the constant bitching that these women empty out on a daily basis. From complaining about the most minuscule of things about food and travel, their alta sociedad personality really has no place in this country or their partner’s.
You can easily tell how they like their steaks well-done, their bags with Louis Vuitton patterns, and their accents.

This is my first reddit post, although I have been a long time lurker of many subreddits. I am 23 years old and an only child. I am not a native english speaker, so please forgive any weird formatting or any spelling/grammar mistakes.
As the title states, my mom died ... and I am currently writing this to try and process this whole situation. I've tried to section all the paragraphs in chronological order, to make reading easier. Sorry for the extremely long post - I just needed to get it all out.
We only just celebrated her 60th birthday back in february. She did all the cooking, cleaning and planning without any trouble - even down to picking out the perfect napkins and flowers for her white and gold theme.
My mother was without a job. She had been jobless for almost 2 years now, after she was fired from her old cleaning job due to frequent sick days because of stomach cramps and pain. She was seen by a doctor back in 2022 for her stomach aches, and they found no physical cause - hence why we concluded it must've been due to stress. The stress and stomach pains subsided after she'd been fired. So we thought no more of it.
In march she was doing a 4-week internship in a local supermarket to see if she might've been a good fit for a permanent paid position. This is common practice for unemployeed people here in Denmark.
My mother started having stomach pains again during this internship, soon followed by back pains as well. She figured this was due to her spending most of the day sitting as a cashier in an uncomfortable position. My mother wasn't very tall, so she had trouble reaching the floor pedals that control the cashier conveyer belt.
In the beginning of april, she went to the doctor. Her stomach and back pains hadn't gone away although the internship was over. Her doctor also concluded it was most likely due to her uncomfortable working position, and that it would pass in a few weeks time. The doctor did some bloodwork, and found that she was severely lacking vitamin D, but nothing else seemed concerning at the time.
In the middle of april, her pains had only gotten worse, and she went to the doctor again. Her doctor did more bloodwork, and did a phisycal exam of my mothers stomach. Her doctor ordered a CT scan to check for anything serious.
19th of april. I accompany my mother to the hospital for her CT scan. We get told that we'll have the results in a week or so. My mother is not looking good when I pick her up at the bus station. She is more pale than usual, and has trouble walking at her usual pace.
23th of april. My mother received a referral to a meeting at the hospital with a doctor and nurse, to discuss the results of the CT scan. This referral is sent from the hospitals cancer department. My mother and I speak on the phone, she is concerned, but I tell her that this type of referral must just be standard pratice, and that she shouldn't worry untill we have spoken with the doctor. I cried that night.
25th of april. The day before her meeting with the doctor, I received a phone call from my mother. She tells me that she had fallen while at home, but that I shouldn't worry. I, of course, worry.
I pack my things and leave for my mothers house, I live an hour away by bus. When I finally arrive my mother seems okay-ish, but the house is another story. My mother is normally known for being a clean freak, and her house has always been clean and organized, But it wasn't anymore.
Her kitchen was a mess, and the dishwasher hadn't been empited or loaded for at least two weeks. Her bathroom is even worse, and I won't even begin to describe the state of the toilet it self. It is a sight that will horrify me for the rest of my life. I cleaned everything, while my mother rested.
My mother had also started sleeping on the guest bed, saying her own was too uncomfortable for her.
While cleaning the bathroom, my mother wakes up. Despite her state, she says she wants to help. But before I can even tell her no, my mother has another fall. Her legs essentially just crumble beneath her, and she falls backwards and lands head first on the floor. We argue back and forth about calling an ambulance, but she refuses to let me - so I don't, even though I should have. I guess I still respected my moms authority too much.
My mother lives alone, as my parents are divorced (they are very good friends though). My mother refuses to let me call my dad and tell him about this whole situation. She is stubborn and too proud to admit defeat.
26th of april. We take a taxi to the hospital. The taxi driver has a help my mother into the car. During the carride my mother says very little, but seems slightly delirious and very tired. When we arrive at the hospital, I quickly borrow a hospital wheelchair for my mother. She is almost unable to walk unassisted at this point.
After waiting for a while in the waiting area, a nurse comes and guides us to a meeting room. My mother is very tired at this point, and still delirious, and I have to handle most of the conversation with the doctor.
The CT scan results showed Pancreatic cancer. The cancer had already spread to her liver and abdomial cavity.
I had read about this cancer a few days prior, trying to figure out what was wrong with my mother. I knew what this meant, and I knew that it was effectively a death sentence. The doctor told us that an operation was out of the question, since the cancer had already spread. And due to the clearly weak state of my mothers health, chemo would also not be offered, as it would finish her.
I told the doctor of her two falls and the state of her home, and that she would not be safe on her own. The doctor had her admitted to a nearby bed department for stomach- and gastrointestinal surgery patients.
The hospital did a ton of bloodwork on my mother when she got admitted, and everything was off. All numbers were either too high or dangerously low. My mothers health was in fact so bad, that I was told she was a heart attack risk. I was also told that if a heart attack happened, she would not be brought back - as it would only prolong a very short and painful life.
I called my dad.
27th of april. My mother slept most of the day.
28th of april. My mother had another fall during the night, trying to get to the bathroom.
29th of april. My dad shows up to the hospital. He wasn't able to get off work until now, as he works in the other end of the country. He is shocked to see my mother in this state. We are told once again by a different doctor that nothing can be done. They are looking into getting her a spot at a nearby hospice.
The rest of the remaining week is spent in hospital. My dad and I are by my mothers side every day. She doesn't leave her hospital room, apart from a few times a day for a smoke break outside. My dad and I take her outside in a wheelchair, which she needs help to get in and out of.
Her bloodwork is showing some slight improvements, but she is still having trouble with infections and receives a lot of antibiotics. She eats like a mouse, but drinks a lot of fluids.
My mother is often very confused or tired most days. She gets referred for an MR scan, to see if the cancer has spread to her brain, or if one of her falls has caused permanent damage. Lucikly the MR scan shows that nothing is wrong with her brain.
She gets confused about her diagnosis a few times, thinking that she had brain cancer instead due to the MR scan. I have to remind her a couple times about what the doctor actually said.
6th of may. My mother seems to have stabilized somewhat so my dad has gone back to work.
7th of may. I get told by the hospital staff that my mother is to be transferred to a different hospital, which is one hour away. I become very upset by this news, and unfortunately yell at one of my mothers nurses in frustration. I yell at her that It'll be harder for me to get to my mother in time if something were to happen. I am ashamed of this childish behavior, as the transfer was the best desicion for my mother in hindsight.
I leave with my mother as we get transferred to the new hospital and their department of palliative care.
I am very ashamed by my behavior to my mothers old nurse, as this department for palliative care was truly the best place for my mother. She seemed very satisfied and happy to have been transferred. They have a large garden with wild flowers, and lovely staff. And my mother got a much bigger room all to herself. She also meets with their physical therapist, who helps my mother relieve some of her pain.
My mother and I have dinner together in the evening in her hospital room. My mom is her old self, although with some delayed speaking. I unfortunately have to rush a bit when leaving, as to not miss my bus home, so I quickly say goodbye to her and leave.
8th of may. In the morning on my way to the new hospital, I received a phone call from her new doctor. My mothers liver has suddenly started to fail due to the cancer. When I arrive, she is asleep. I am told she wont wake up again.
I called my dad, but he wont arrive until the evening, due to the distance from his workplace.
I spend most of the day in my mothers hospital room, listening to her sleep. She occasionally attempts to cough in her sleep, but it mainly just sounds like yells. It is terrifying. The nurses give her pain medication and some sleep medication to help her body relax.
My dad arrives in the late evening. We drive to my mothers house and stay the night there. We spend most of the late evening looking at pictures and scrapbooks of my mother, and packing a bag with clothes for her, for when she passes.
When prepareing the guest bed for my dad, we find a blanket that my mother slept on. It is stained, matching the previous state of the bathroom. We throw the blanket out.
9th of may. Mom is sleeping. Dad and I spend the day at the hospital, but we don't sit in her hospital room. It is too eerie and uncomfortable. We check on her occassionally. Towards the evening, her breathing becomes slightly more rapid and quick. But the nurses tell us to go home. There is no reason for us to sit by her side during the night - as it'll only make it worse for us.
10th of may. I wake at 6.12 am to my phone ringing. It is a nurse. My mother has passed away in her sleep at 6.05 that morning due to liver failure. My dad and I drive to the hospital. I am the first to see her body after the nurses prepared and dressed it in the clothing we picked.
(warning: the following paragraph may be slightly upsetting to some readers)
It it eerie and uncomfortable to see my mother like this. A symptom of pancreatic and liver cancers is that your skin will yellow. Something that I hadn't noticed in my mother till now. I cant help but think that she looks like a wax doll, although I feel horrible for thinking it. I finally touch her hand, after gathering the courage to, almost like I am afraid to distrub her. Her hands are cold, and only get colder as I sit by her side. I am supposed to say my goodbyes to her, and tell her how much she means to me, but in this moment I am speechless. I can't say anything, even on my mothers deathbed. I feels wrong to speak to a corpse. I should've said those things while she could hear them instead. I kiss her forehead before I leave the room.
17th of may. Funeral. The church and casket was beautifully decorated with colorful flowers, like my mother had requested. She didn't want anything white or depressing. I cried all the way through the funeral service, stopping only when it was time to carry the casket out. My dad on the left side, and me on the right, and some other family members behind us. Purple rain by Prince was played on the church piano as we carried the casket. I knew the casket would be heavy, but nothing prepared me for the sheer weight of that thing.
21th of may. Today. I don't really know what to think of my mothers death. Some days I almost forget that shes gone or that all this has been happening, until something reminds me of it.
In a way, I am thankful. Of course I didn't want my mother to die, but I'm glad that her suffering wasn't prolonged for months while she slowly withered away to cancer. And I'm thankful that my mother didn't live to suffer from alzheimers, like her own mother. And I am glad that if anything, my mothers death has brought my dad and I closer.
But at the same time, I am angry that she didn't get to live more of her life. She was only 60 years old, and should have had 20 more years at least. If she at least was 70, it might've been easier to lose her but I doubt it.
I think mostly of all the things she will miss out on, which saddens me the most. I am 23 and my mother wont get to see most of my life or my achivements. If I have kids, she'll never meet them, and she I get married, she'll never see it. My 24th birthday is coming up soon, and I don't know how I'll handle that day without my mother for the first time - or christmas for that matter.
I want my mom.

So my group is getting into Necromunda. We're dipping our toes into the water.
Me- Arbitrator Friend- undecided Brother- slave ogryn
I'm going to be Arbitrator. I'd like for this campaign to be as narrative as possible, with both players playing most if not all the games and various NPCs taking part.
I've got access to an Escher gang, the full range of Orlock gang, goliath, slave ogryn, delaque, the full range of palatine enforcers, vehicles, terrain, 40k armies, (sisters, eldar, tau, marines, tyranids, genestealers, guardsmen, 5 or 6 kill teams) cultists, just random assortments of monsters,, and HELLA proxies as well as a few of the rule books though i'm purchasing a copy of the newest core rulebook just to have something physical to read. And thanks to my wife I have a TON of terrain I can use.
Ideally i'd like 1 of every gang as opposition to them. Some stronger than others to make Necromunda more of a vibrant world.
The biggest reason we want Necromunda is because we want to play a narrative setting. 2/3s of us like 40k but we all still play, and we all like the way Kill Team plays. The problem with those games is that Narrative is "at best" tacked on and uninventive and at worst just bad.
Necromunda seems to blend what I like from Cyberpunk settings (games like Shadowrun) with what I like about 40k (the people, the common folks and how shitty life can be).
And I can see Necromunda becoming our go to TTRPG Skirmish game. The size of the gangs leads to a smaller (read cheaper) investment.
My idea (ideally) would be that they have their separate gangs and just as a narrative twist, they have Juve characters that go off and build their own gang (with blackjack and hookers) using money they've been skimming off the top while leveling up themselves in the process.
Sort of a "started from the bottom now we here".
ssentially giving them each 1 gang along with a joint gang they can both play as for other missions. Making the game a 2 part game of sorts. 1 part is their life in their original gangs while both helping and undermining the gang and part 2 would be building the other gang.
I'd like to try them keeping their stats on their character card and roleplaying with them in a 1 page RPG style (fate, monster of the week, PBTA) using their stats as how many dice they get to achieve a successful action for them obtaining new characters and exploring the world.
Is this too much?
Does the system even work for this?
Have others done this that I can work with?
Would my campaign idea even work?
Is this wholly unnecessary?
Have I missed the mark on what Necromunda is and can bring to the table?
Am I just replacing one plastic crack addiction with another?
Are there online resources one can use to streamline learning after legally purchasing a copy of the book?
Any other resources or knowledge any of you experienced players can provide would be excellent.

Ok, so (20f) study with this guy(30m), we met at university. As I discussed in my other post it's mostly boys there, so it's inevitable that I spend time with them. I need advice. He has had a girlfriend (29f) for past two months, but during the time we know each other (around a year), he's been making it very clear that he likes me, even before he was in a relationship. I would say he sort of acts as my protector and he very clearly admires me as a woman, although I am more than 10 years younger. We are both I'm the same friend group, and there were instances were we went partying together. What I want to say, is when he gets drunk, he very openly manifests his feelings towards me. When we are in class I often catch him staring or smiling at me, he is also very invested in Me as a person asking me lots of questions and starting conversations with me. We do talk ang joke a lot.. I know it's wrong, bc he has a girlfriend, but I need to admit he is very hot, and sometimes when I'm drunk I fall for his flirts (for example he says I am he's baby girl) and there were instances when we were cuddling or dancing together, nothing more(he inoculates the phisical contact with me , as I try to stay away knowing he has a gf, but as I said when I’m drunk it’s hard for me not to oppose). I don't know how I feel about this, since I think this man is acting very wrong towards he's gf, but also I am worried that I am catching feelings for him I need advice

These days, if you're low maintenance, independent, used to being alone, or saying no to invitations, you're apparently seen as "nonchalant" in today's generation. I don't have any real "friends" for these reasons. However, no one's truly alone in this world, right? I realize that somewhere out there, there's someone just like you and who'll appreciate you just as you are.
About me:
• 'nonchalant' guy
• an introvert by nature
• a decent enough person with standards
• open to calls or chats
• chronically online, mostly at home
• not a gamer, more of a watcher
• zero soc med presence (no use or need for ig or x)
• 5'7, lean, pale-skinned, normal bmi
• from the south
About you:
• if we're similar, like-minded, or fit the criteria above then we're good, so long as you have that nonchalant or black cat energy, we can get along well.
(Note: do send a short yet decent intro if you come across my post)

hi. i am 21 and i haven't had a job in almost 2 years because at first i was traumatized by my past job and then slowly it became more about being afraid of how people look at me because i am plus size . today i weighed myself for the fist time in years (i avoid doing it because it always makes me feel extremely uncomfortable even if i laugh to people about it ) and i am 100kg at 165cm height just for context . i honestly like how my body looks like when im alone looking in the mirror but i cannot bare the way people look at me and i know it's because of my weight because they wouldn't look the same way at my sister and she is half my weight ...i just ...maybe you have some tips about how to not be affected so much ? the job interview i have tomorrow could change my life for the better but at the moment id rather stay inside and hide

I just got this FT job in january. I realized pretty early on something was off with my boss, but it's to the point where every worker i've talked to knows she's psychotic but "it's just the way it is". I don't get it.
I've noticed with me specifically everything I do is wrong. She always has something to say about how i did something wrong or could have done better. Im new to the field and feel like I have really grown in my skills and im able to do things i wasn't able to do independently 6 months ago. But i don't remember the last time my boss has told me i'm doing something good.. even during the one supervision we've had. It makes me hate this job so much, and i feel like im not getting the full experience i should be. (i'll explain why.)
We work in human services (three shifts, 24 hours) and she is great with the teens we serve, and i've seen her make a huge positive difference in so many kids lives. However, when it comes to creating a safe and supportive work environment for her employees I swear she aims to do the opposite. She's the director and my role is under her but still on an administrative level. She is a supposed to delegate pretty much half her tasks to me and the staff supervisor, and we should have two more administrative roles that never stayed filled for more than 2-3 months (i can only imagine why). She holds on to control over literally everything. Every single decision has to be run through her. She does not include me in emails and decisions that she should be. I have asked her for more responsibility and tasks, but i have pretty much just been assigned the busy work it seems she never liked to do before i was hired anyways. Her boss, even assigned a different supervisor to her because she claimed she couldn't work with my boss.... Even HER boss knows she's psycho, yet nothing is done because she keeps the program running all on her own. Because of her control issues, she's consistently overworking herself, burning herself out, and some days she's laughing and acts like your best friend. Then the next day she'll come in like a storm moving through the building, sucking the life out of everyone there because she's in a bad mood. When she's like this, if you ask to help out, you're in the way and bothering her. But if you stay out of the way and do your own thing, you're useless and unhelpful. Imagine a teenager slamming the door and storming off because she is upset. That's my boss. If you ask her questions she makes you feel stupid, and if you don't ask questions and make a mistake she gets mad you "didn't communicate with her". You can never win.
It's getting to the point where i find myself not even wanting to speak up in meetings or just conversation if she's in the room because i'm afraid she's going to make a comment at me. Im too afraid to try to communicate any of this to her, and i know one day i just might have to.
Has anyone ever known someone like this? Im already a very anxious avoidant personality so off the bat i knew i wouldn't be best friends with her. I just don't want to hate my job for the rest of the year.

I already feel bad all the time but somehow my mum makes it worse. She comments on what i eat and what i look like. She comments on what i do in my free time. She tells me that it’s my fault she’s overweight. She tells me that my friends don’t care about me and that they’re not really my friends. She tells me my family don’t love me and i’ll never be good enough for them. She tells me that nobody will love me like she does. She tells me that it’s my fault my dad cries every night. She tells me to just get over my anxiety like she did. She tells me that i make her life hard. I heard her yell at my dad that she hated us both. She compares me to my friends , looks and grades. She tells me that if my dad dies it’ll be my fault and she’ll never speak to me again. She always “reminds” me to wear an arm cover that she bought me to cover up my scars , even though i didn’t want it. She tells me i’m not good enough and could do better , every time i get a good score on a test. She tells me that I need to be the best to succeed in life. She tells me i’m a disappointment. I didn’t get a good enough grade to get into latin classes at school, she felt the need to rub it in by sending me messages in Latin. I’m not allowed to be upset about things she has said because according to her she never said any of these things and that i’m accusing her of being a bad mum. But then other times she’s really nice to me. I don’t know what to believe anymore, i always have to be cautious around her that i just avoid her at this point. I miss a lot of school because i’m scared to go, and she acts caring but also judgmental . I can’t talk to teachers because i don’t trust them from past experiences and i don’t go to school anyway. I can’t talk to my friends because i don’t trust them, i can’t tell them anything about me or my life because when i do they twist the information and tell teachers things that aren’t true. I can’t talk to my family either because they don’t care. I feel so trapped.

I already feel bad all the time but somehow my mum makes it worse. She comments on what i eat and what i look like. She comments on what i do in my free time. She tells me that it’s my fault she’s overweight. She tells me that my friends don’t care about me and that they’re not really my friends. She tells me my family don’t love me and i’ll never be good enough for them. She tells me that nobody will love me like she does. She tells me that it’s my fault my dad cries every night. She tells me to just get over my anxiety like she did. She tells me that i make her life hard. I heard her yell at my dad that she hated us both. She compares me to my friends , looks and grades. She tells me that if my dad dies it’ll be my fault and she’ll never speak to me again. She always “reminds” me to wear an arm cover that she bought me to cover up my scars , even though i didn’t want it. She tells me i’m not good enough and could do better , every time i get a good score on a test. She tells me that I need to be the best to succeed in life. She tells me i’m a disappointment. I didn’t get a good enough grade to get into latin classes at school, she felt the need to rub it in by sending me messages in Latin. I’m not allowed to be upset about things she has said because according to her she never said any of these things and that i’m accusing her of being a bad mum. But then other times she’s really nice to me. I don’t know what to believe anymore, i always have to be cautious around her that i just avoid her at this point. I miss a lot of school because i’m scared to go, and she acts caring but also judgmental . I can’t talk to teachers because i don’t trust them from past experiences and i don’t go to school anyway. I can’t talk to my friends because i don’t trust them, i can’t tell them anything about me or my life because when i do they twist the information and tell teachers things that aren’t true. I can’t talk to my family either because they don’t care. I feel so trapped.

Okay so, My mother took my step sister to shop for a Mother’s Day gift for her Bio mom and they had a really hard time. Step sister was dragging her feet with it and picked out one or two things.Her dad ( my step dad ) took her shopping for a gift for my mom and went wild! She picked up so many things like “ She’ll love this, and this, and this- “ my step Dad had to put stuff back because she was getting to much for my mom! He asked her why she was trying to get so much for my mom and she said “ Because (Insert my moms name here) is my Mom, and (Insert me and my brothers name here) are my siblings..!” And step dad said that She already had a mom, her bio Mom. She was like “No (My mom’s name) is my mom”. Omg- this made me so happy- I have always saw her as basically my sister, and when I talk about them I always just say , my sister and step dad. This made me want to cry because she sees us as her family and sees my Mom as her mother figure 😭.
Sorry for the long post but I’m just so happy !

It’s finally time for this truly crazy season to come to an end. 46 has been such a journey, starting out with one of the worst pre-merges of all time, a bit of a boring early merge, then suddenly building momentum like crazy and delivering a great 5-episode run. I’ve enjoyed this season, and it’s currently ranked 3rd out of the new-era seasons for me, under 45 and 42. Anyway, time for the final predictions.
🦎5th Place: Maria. 🦎
Through out the new era, a pattern has emerged with its fifth placers: players who, on the island, are big threats, likely to win if they get to the end, and are shown to be solid strategic players, but with edits that are smaller than they should be, given their perceived win equity on the island; players like Lindsey (42) Lauren (44) and Julie (45), Maria fits in that lineup perfectly.
After her blindside of Charlie failed, she’s left with no allies and is the biggest target by far. I think Maria is going to go out unanimously. There is absolutely no reason for anyone to keep her.
🦎4th Place (Fire Making Loser.) : Ben. 🦎
Ben is going to lose to Kenzie in fire. I’ve been predicting this for awhile, and while I’m no longer as certain of this happening as I used to be, to me, it still seems like what the season has been building up to for a while now.
Kenzie and Ben both got fire making content extremely earlier in the season and has colored how I’ve seen their relationship all season; Kenzie will no longer be the comforter but will be the competitor; taking out one of her closest relationships of the season and sending a strong supporter to the jury. I see this has her finally showing off a “killer instinct” or something along those lines. Ben will be the winning vote for Kenzie in an incredibly close final tribal council.
Oops. I’ve spent Ben’s section talking about Kenzie. Ben is a supporting character in the story of Kenzie’s win. And no, I don’t think he’ll break any sort of tie.
🦎3rd Place: Liz.🦎
Liz lands here by default. I’m leaning towards Charlie winning the final immunity challenge, and sending Ben and Kenzie to fire with the main goal of getting Kenzie out. We saw in episode 12 that Liz is horrible at fire, so I think Charlie won’t pick her; also, she’s just an easy person to beat at the end.
I don't think Liz is well liked or respected by the majority Nami jury–who I’m guessing will be bitter at her for whatever reason–and will be seen as a goat. Which I don't think is really fair; Liz has played an okay game, but against Charlie and Kenzie, she won't get a single vote.
Liz has been a great character and is responsible for the most iconic moment of the season. IM PISSED that Liz has been overlooked by the editors. I’m hoping she has a good finale.
🦎Second Place: Charlie.🦎
The strategic figure head of the season, top-ten new-era player, and Swiftie, Charlie, is going to get second place. It’s really hard to have Charlie at second; I’d love to see him win; he truly deserves it; and on any other new-era season, I think he does win, but just not this one.
The only reason I think Charlie doesn’t win is purely from reading the edit.

1. His social game isn’t as prevalent in his edit, which leans way more toward the strategic. When considering Kenzie's edit, that’s really bad, as it gives Kenzie a clear reason why she wins over Charlie—that being her better social game.
   
2. A few weeks ago, Charlie talked about not wanting to be seen as “one of the bad people,” which makes me think that the jury might be bitter.
   
3. After such a visibly dominant winner like Dee, Charlie and Maria’s complete control of the game wasn’t shown off to the extent it could have been.
   
4. Kenzie has one of the strongest edits of the new-era.
   

That being said, I don’t think Charlie’s edit is as bad as people are making it seem; sure, I don’t think it’s as strong as Kenzie’s from a story arc or personal content perspective, but I don’t think we’ve really been shown explicitly why Charlie loses. My main line of thinking is that the jury is going to be bitter, or that Charlie’s final tribal speech doesn’t do his game justice. The final tribal council will be a battle between the strategically dominant Charlie and the social butterfly Kenzie. It’ll be a close vote. this is the highest I’ve ever been on a Charlie win happening. I don’t think it’s impossible as others do, but Kenzie’s edit is just too strong for me to really consider anything else.
🦎The Winner Of Survivor 46: Kenzie.🦎
As predictable as it is, Kenzie seems to be locked in for a win. Kenzie has one of the strongest new-era edits and one of the strongest edits for a woman ever. Kenzie has been consistently visible throughout the entirety of the season. Her pre-merge did an excellent job of setting her up as a strong social player. We were consistently shown her reads on players and situations and her reactions to the game. Come the merge, we got more of the same, which was odd considering Kenzies lack of importance to the merge game over all. She’s been playing, no doubt, but to have as many confessionals as Charlie and more than Maria doesn’t exactly make sense, unless she wins. From the start, Kenzie has been a strong narrator.
We also get a strong view of Kenzie’s relationships. We know how she feels about the majority of the players on the jury. Which strengthens her social player storyline.
We know that: She was close to Hunter, and after Tevin was blindsided, she became his number one. She was extremely close to Tiffany all season. They were arguably the second-strongest duo of the season. She had a developing relationship with Venus, and they were growing close up until her eventual blindside. She was done with Q after his antics and all the drama he brought, but they did have a working relationship with Yanu.
Speaking of Yanu, the majority of the Yanu comeback content was framed from Kenzie's perspective. She got that really strong opening in episode two about staying strong and making it to the end.
Overall, Kenzie is the total package. She’s got the storyline, the narration, the social game, a jury full of friends, the backstory package, a challenge win, an episode dedicated to erasing her negativity (episode 7), she’s never had a zero confessional episode, and most importantly, the edit to back it all up!!!
The reign of the mermaid dragon is here! 🧜🏻‍♀️🐉

first of all sorry for my bad english or grammar english is not my first language
ever since i was a kid i remember how people would say to me advices or compliments, nice stuff or motivational speeches but they mean absolutely nothing to me, they are just words and i cant associate them with feelings or understand the impact they have, i do know words or things i say have impact and even i can say them to people to motivate them make their day better or make them feel loved but to me they mean nothing and have zero value i even feel stupid while saying them for how meaningless it feels to me to say those things
ill drop some things about me so someone maybe can tell me whats wrong about me
i do feel stuff for people but its just the basics, i "love" my family and friends because im used to them and i know i can trust them as for relationships i dont really feel anything for my partner its , just like a friends with extra steps i have never felt the thing people call love but i do have sexual feelings and desires
i dont feel absolutely anything for strangers one time i saw someone getting ran over and people around got sad and some started crying i could see why i mean someone died but why getting upset they didnt knew him
i dont wanna sound edgy or cringe and when i say this im fully serious
i just see people as things, i cant seem to have empathy for the average people, and while i do have emotions if i compare them to what everyone describes them they feel like they are numb
my strongest "emotion" if i can even call it like that is sexual desire
can someone tell me whats wrong with me?

heyy, so we have our book sale for +1 tmrw. I got some used books from a friend. Its all like 2021 edition? So i wondering if i should buy the new books? Are the 2021 ones outdated or smthing?
ps : sorry if this is stupid i seriously have no idea about all this!
The phy and chem texts' are nooton's and bio is balaji?

My daughter Anne has issues and a lot of horrible qualities. But she calls me every day and needs my help with basic tasks because she doesn’t have anybody anymore. No friends, partner, anybody. She had a daughter young. Her name is Sara. She didn’t treat Sara well and it caused problems within the family for years. She would isolate Sara from us the second we said something she didn’t like. But she treated her horrible. I supported her financially by buying essentials, foods, and clothes for her because Anne couldn’t be bothered.
Anne has struggled with mental illness since she was a teenager and I had to get her hospitalized twice. When Sara was growing up, it took over her. She was a neurotic control freak. Controlled how often she showered (Not letting her every day) Hid and monitored the food in the house. And we got into multiple arguments and screaming matches about Anne being odd about things. Such as not letting Sara sleep on her bed or eat at the dinner table because of her OCD fear of messes. She made her sleep and eat on the floor for years.
Every time I saw this, I yelled at my daughter and asked her why the fuck she’s treating her like that. I came over their place one evening when Sara was about 10-11, and she was screaming on the hallway floor scratching herself saying she can’t take her mother anymore. I took her out of the house for a week, and my heart broke for her.
As a toddler, I heard Sara screaming for somebody to help her. We all lived together. She would put Sara in dark hallways, closets, scare her with the dark when she’d get frustrated with her. Sara told me that she’d say things like “The aliens are coming to get you. Goodbye” and lock her bedroom door so Sara can’t get in. All I heard was screaming all the time. My daughter screams daily.
She tore her down about her looks, body, everything. When she moved out at 18, she came to my house insecure and lost.
She hasn’t spoke to Anne in over a year. It makes holidays impossible. Because I love my granddaughter. And want to see her. But she won’t even be in the same room as her mother.
And I told her “Sara, I had to forgive my mother and it freed me. You will forgive her. For yourself. You never know how you’ll feel in the future” and now she wants to stop talking to me. I’ve never excused what my daughter did. I condemned her all the time.
I did everything for her. Bought her what she needed. Took her out of the house growing up when I could. Fought endlessly with my daughter. But it’s never enough. She’s taking it out on her grandmother. I did everything I could for her. I would never excuse what my daughter did. But I remind her sometimes that life can change, and she won’t know how she feels years down the road. Nobody knows what to do in situations like this. It’s unfair that I’m the one getting blamed and forced to chose between my granddaughter, my daughter, and her other kids. I speak to my daughter still because she will use the other kids as leverage and isolate them from me.
Sara blames her whole family. Me, her dead aunt, and her uncles. For “not taking her out” but they did not know the extent of what was going on. Her uncle (my son) loves her. Always has. But Anne kept her away because the two of them didn’t talk for years. It’s unfair to blame people who love you, and did the most they could with a messed up sick situation.

Hello!
So, My girlfriend and I have been discussing moving in together and everything seems to be a pretty seamless transition, except for my Cat.
First of all, she isn't exactly the biggest fan of cats in general. So she is very uneasy about this whole thing to begin with. We had originally talked about me moving in towards the end of the year last year, but we couldn't figure out a solution with my cat that would work for us both in time, so we pressed it to the end of this year. She is willing to try and make things work, but there are some things that I am needing to work on until then to ensure it goes as smoothly as possible when I finally do move in.
One of the absolute biggest issues on the agenda is that my cat loves to chew on plants. Like.. if there is a plant in the area, its as good as chomped. This is a massive issue, because my gf is a huge plant mom. She's got plants all over the house. BIG plants. Monsteras she has been tending to for years and years. Rare types of flowering plants. They are on every shelf, wall and window sill. Its a lot. So, I need to figure out how to turn my cat off to plants in a big way. I have seen some things online about placing things around the plants that might keep them away. That may help in some instances, but it doesn't seem like a permanent solution. Also, there are just so many plants, I don't really even know if we could or would want to be placing that much foil or double sided tape down. I've also read about spraying the plants. Either with a citrus mix, or a chilie/cayanne powder mix? This seems more doable. I am curious if this would need to be a forever thing? Or is it something that I could do just temporarily until he learns that certain plants = bad? I was thinking maybe we could spray down the important/reachable plants, and maybe even set up some plants that are cat friendly in another area of the house? that way he would learn to maybe just always eat only the good plants?
I would really like to figure out a permanent solution if there is one that exists. I know that while misting may work, its not something she will want to do long term/forever. If anyone has had any success in this area, I would love to hear about your tactics and solutions!

This isn’t really for me but for my boyfriend. We’re flying out to our hometown soon for my sisters graduation. We leave on a Friday and come back Sunday morning. Our two friends are flying back with us and staying a week because we only get see them once a year.
He’s supposed to work 7pm-7am on Monday night, Tuesday night, and Saturday night. We’re not worried about Saturday, but if you were in this situation, how would you adjust your sleep schedule, if so, and what would you do for those first few days of work? We’re thinking of just chilling until Wednesday and doing stuff right when he gets home so he can sleep Wednesday night and kinda get in rhythm for a few nights. He’s the one that thought of this, but he hasn’t been working nights for that long so I’m not sure if its realistic? Thoughts or advice?

Hi male 31, I consider myself bisexual, mostly homosexual and heteroromantic. I am writing because I don't know what to do about daiting? Particularly about dating a woman colleague. Hope someone that have gone through a similar experience can advice.
To give a bit of context I became attracted recently to one female work colleague, she is my friend, when we meet she had a parnert and I was exploring dating men so didn't seemed an option at that moment, although as I had know her more with the time spend together, I had find her attractive in an intellectual and emotional way and, I feel that we have a wonderful connection, the last time I feel something simmilar was in my first serious relationship with a woman. Though I haven't feel the physical attraction to her until the moment. I know she is also interested in me and she knows I have been with woman and man.
On the other side, I was mostly attracted to women until 25, undoubtedly I liked the sex with them, and had a partner thet loved so much. My sexual attraction have shifted since then, in my late twenties, as I started to experience sex with man and got involved emotionally as well, though never had a public relationship. Recently, I have dated men and the sexual attraction is been exclusively to them currently, but I haven't had sex with a woman in several years.
I don't know if I should give it a go to date her? due that the connection seems very promising, even when the physical component haven't show up untill now? Does someone had experience something similar? Do the physical and sexual attraction developed later? I have feel so scared that simply it wouldn't develop at the end and waisting her time. Some advice could help