I am in a difficult situation of choosing whether husband and I send our LO to daycare part-time or have my MIL look after her full-time. For background info, my LO is turning 1 year old soon and I am located in Canada where my maternity leave is also expected to end around the time she turns one. Ever since our daughter was born, my MIL (who lives 30mins away) kept telling everyone in our family how she plans to retire so that she can look after our daughter full-time and for us not to have to pay for daycare. This never became a concrete and direct conversation with us until recently where she told my husband to seriously consider this.
When my SIL used to live in-town, she had my MIL primarily look after her daughter for a bit over 18 months. I had the experience of watching my MIL kind of raise her, and because of this, there are quite a few things that I'm not comfortable with in the way that my MIL "raised" her. I don't know if I'm being too much, but I would essentially like for my husband and I to have more control over the way that we raise our daughter. Because of her experience with my SIL, I guess that my MIL automatically assumes that she will have the same kind of dynamic and privileges with us. My SIL and MIL are very close and basically best friends, so she gave full control to my MIL on whatever she wanted to do with her child and however my MIL pleases. On the other hand, I'm not really close with my MIL (she doesn't speak English very well) and it doesn't help that my parents live in another city, hence why I think MIL wants to sort of impose herself in our daughter's upbringing.
If it wasn't for my SIL moving out of town, my MIL wouldn't wanted to look after my niece till probably kindergarten age because her mindset is that she raised both my husband and SIL at home till that age and they turned out fine, and that daycare costs are unnecessary. For the 18 months that she primarily looked after my niece, they both stayed at home 100% of the time that she had her. My MIL rarely took her out or anything like that, she would always want my niece to be "close" to her and stay with her all the time. Ever since my niece was little as well, she would ALWAYS hold and carry her everywhere. As a result, even when my niece was around 20 months old, she barely walked and refused to walk although she could and always wanted to be carried. She was not used at all to seeing other faces and people and would always need to be either in my MIL's or SIL's arms everywhere. At 20+ months old she barely knew how to interact with other people and was not independent at all. She would always cry and be anxious whenever she's around other people and not in my MIL's or SIL's arms. It was quite bad that even when she was at home with my MIL and MIL needed to use bathroom, she would cry and look for her or follow her to the bathroom.
Niece is now a bit over 24 months old and to this day, she still does not know how to sit on a high chair when eating out anywhere. This also comes from the habit that since she was little, MIL would always hold her whenever dining out and even refuse to eat so that she can hold her to "let her parents eat". Then when parents are done eating, MIL would now eat because her parents are then free to "take turns" to hold her. It's honestly quite embarrassing to see and experience whenever we're having meals together. Another thing is that MIL would have full control over how my niece ate. She would feed her so much because in her culture, when a child eats a lot and is well fed, it's a good thing and at her age, my niece was a lot bigger than the average kids her age. Also, because my niece's attachment, at certain point when MIL would seriously have to attend to other tasks at home and niece would cry, she started just shoving the iPad in her face to calm her down and so that she can be left quietly.
Anyways this is to say that I strongly feel that if we let MIL look after our child full-time, 5 days a week, it will be challenging for us to decide and shape the way that we're actually raising our daughter. I can understand my MIL's excitement in having her grandchild with her, but I also think that she has some boundaries issues. Because I also can't communicate a lot with her, all communication will have to revolve around my husband and her and it's honestly going to be complicated with my husband working long hours most days.
Now the biggest thing for me is that my MIL is suggesting that she retires "for us" so that she can look after our daughter full-time. She argues that because they have no debt, she can freely retire. I am very uncomfortable with this because my MIL is only 56. Technically, she could be working up until 65 so that's almost 10 years of income that she is suggesting to give up on "for us." My in-laws have worked minimum wages their whole lives, and I'm afraid that my MIL's excitement in being a grandma is kind of overshadowing the reality of her retirement life without a steady income and we're surely not a position nor want to be in a position where we have to fund their retirement. If she retires, I also feel like we will be obligated to give her access and time to our daughter rather than having the freedom to decide our own schedule. Otherwise it doesn't make sense to me to have her retire when she can only spend 1-2 days in a week with our daughter, I feel like this is going to create resentment. If we agree to have MIL look after our daughter full-time, at most, that will probably only last for 2-3 years since she will eventually have to go to school. In addition to this, I also want to have my parents come spend time with our daughter as well in the summer since they live so far away and can only see her a few times a year. So during the time that my parents are here, MIL won't have access to our daughter full-time and will be sitting at home all summer by herself if she's retired.
What's my husband take on this? Well, my husband doesn't entirely see all the negative aspects that I've mentioned above in the way that his mother raised our niece. His focus is more on the fact that if we can save on daycare costs for the first couple of years, I'd be great. It may be tight, but we could definitely do daycare at least 3 times a week and if my MIL wanted she could have our daughter 1-2 times a week if she wanted because I don't want to take this relationship away completely. I personally feel that this would be a healthy balance if anything. If MIL wants to take us up on that, then she can decide for herself how she wants to make this work instead of the other way round. Everyone that I know did send their child to daycare at some point. Many at 12 months exactly and others eventually around the 18th month mark. Besides all of this, I have a fully work from home and flexible job, so taking responsibility of our daughter in her everyday needs, especially driving her to places wouldn't be an issue, and husband and I both work from home on Fridays so really, we do not need any sort of extra help. I'm more comfortable with the thought of knowing that there's extra help if or when we need it, rather than help being imposed on us, if that makes sense.
Any thoughts on how to deal with this? TIA.

Hello i'm American in my high school there is a British guy who just recently moved and joined. He's a British "person" and me and lots of other people at my school are harrising him because

1. he's British and therefore an evil colonizer and everyone hates british "people" in America (It's what we Americans do best), He deserves all the crap he gets due to what his ancestors did to the world
2. Everyone hates his accent (honestly Brits have the worst accents on earth) He deserves all crap he gets because lets be honest, nothing annoys us Americans or makes us angry than hearing British accents.
3. Him being British offends so many people are my high school that they want him thrown out.

The great thing is that all the girls hate him because he's British but something thing i'm the one and the rest other othere guys are bad for bullying him.
You have to remember he's British and therefore and evil colonizer, a fascist with the most unlikeable accent possible.

[Part 1]
Day 3
I woke the next morning from the sunshine in my eyes. My head was resting ever so slightly on Eli's arm as we had both fallen asleep on my bed after I begged him to stay. I blanched in horror at the drool stain I had left on the arm of his white t-shirt.
I began to slowly move myself and retreat downstairs as the memories of the night before came flooding back. How I had broken, screaming in terror, and how Eli had saved me, not knowing the true reason he found me curled up on the floor crying.
As I stepped off the bed, my leg got snagged in the frilly bed cover, and I went crashing to the ground, making quite the noise as I landed. With a yawn, Eli's eyes opened, and I felt myself blushing as he turned to look at me.
We both kind of stared at each other for a moment, not speaking. Eli opened his mouth, then closed it again as if unsure of what to say.
"Coffee?" I asked quickly, filling the awkwardness of our situation.
"Please," Eli said, smiling.
In minutes, I had a pot brewing as I leaned against the kitchen counter. Eli was picking up the scattered photographs from the floor and looking at them quizzically.
"Why do you have pictures of the Harmons?" Eli asked, showing me the photos of the yellow-haired man and his family.
"Is that their names? I found them out in the barn under a blanket," I answered as I rooted around the cupboards for two mugs.
"In the barn? I cleaned it out just last week. No way I would have missed this trunk," Eli said while examining the wooden trunk with its simple rustic hinges. It was plain and unadorned with any embellishments. Basic as basic could be.
"Well, you must have missed it because it was there," I said, putting emphasis on the "was" in a way that reminded me of my mother chastising my father.
"That's so weird," he said, shifting through the photos while sitting at the table. I brought him a cup of coffee and sugar, and he began absentmindedly adding a lot of sugar to his coffee. About six scoops later, he began stirring and sipping it.
"Well, anyways, thanks for coming last night. I wasn't myself, I hope you know that I'm not some damsel in distress," I said quickly, like word vomit, and I even chuckled at the end, feeling like a total weirdo.
"What happened anyway? You didn't say last night," he said, putting the photos down in a jumble on the table.
I paused for a moment, considering how to answer. As I sipped my coffee, I stared out into the yard beside the barn where the scarecrow stood, glancing around the edge of the barn, hanging limply in his hole. His appearance once again sad and dejected instead of murderous and terrifying.
"I was just scared, I had a nightmare, and it just scared me," I said dumbly, trying not to turn crimson again under his intense gaze.
His eyes seemed to cut right through my lie, as if he were staring directly into my being before he simply glanced away out the window. We fell silent again, and I filled some moments by sipping my drink. It seemed to revitalize me; the sun and the company made me feel secure.
"Why were you here anyways?" I asked after a moment.
"I heard screaming, so I came running. I live just on the other side of the grass there, behind the barn," Eli said, pointing to the barn out the window.
"Must be really close, I didn't see any houses on the way in," I said, prying deeper into the situation.
"It's actually a trailer, maybe like two hundred yards from here. I was outside getting some air when I heard you scream. So, I came running," Eli said, finishing his cup of coffee and placing it in between us like a barrier, as if he was hiding something.
"Could you, uh, not do that?" Eli asked, with an uncertain grin on his face.
"What am I doing exactly?" I asked, startled for a moment, my stomach doing a sort of flip.
"It's just that you like stare at people. You've been staring at me for like my whole cup of coffee, I don't think you blinked the whole time," Eli said, averting his eyes shyly.
"No, I don't," I said until I realized he was right. I never noticed that about myself.
"Right, well, I've got to go. I am probably going to start painting today, so you might see me in a bit," Eli said, rising and heading to the door.
"Wait," I said, grabbing his arm for only a moment before releasing it like it was scalding hot.
Eli glanced at my hand for a moment, then at his arm, before he, too, blushed crimson.
"I just wanted to say thank you again. For last night, I mean. Well, what I mean is I appreciate it," I said, my eyes downcast in, for some reason, shame. Like he had seen me at my weakest and it weighed on my gaze appropriately.
"It was nothing, besides I didn't get much sleep with your constant snoring," Eli said, laughing at me.
"I so don't snore," I said, swatting at him but unable to control a smile creeping up onto my face.
After Eli left, I felt instantly colder, my eyes kept returning to the scarecrow. I grabbed my camera from upstairs and went out to the yard. I scanned the dirt for anything out of the ordinary. There was no blood, or anything on the dirt where the scarecrow stood just last night. I slowly made my way to the scarecrow, but nothing happened. I snapped a photo of the inanimate object, and it didn't even flinch. I poked it, but all I felt was straw underneath its clothes. I removed its mask, expecting a severed head, but it was just straw. Nothing was here but straw. I dropped the mask on the ground and took another photo proving it was just straw and nothing else.
An idea struck me as I regarded the source of my torment. If I planned to stay even one more night here, I needed to do something about this scarecrow. I rooted around in the barn, a series of tools hung from nails in the wall. On one hung what I was searching for. An old rusted shovel with a dirty wooden handle that was worn smooth from use.
I returned to the side of the barn beside the scarecrow, knowing for whatever reason this thing only came when night fell and didn't react at all when I moved or touched it during the day.
Before my morning coffee had even settled, I began to dig at the dusty earth, loose and easy to dig, it came away in shovelfuls. Within an hour, I had a fair-sized hole in front of me. Sweat dripped from my brow, and when I wiped under my eyes, they came away black from last night's makeup. Glancing at the field of grass and knowing Eli could appear at any time, I decided to head inside and shower. The hot water was a godsend, and I lingered for longer, letting the water drain down my head and back, my eyes closed, trying to forget the images from the last two nights. I should just pack up my car and leave right this minute. But how could I explain this to my family? I decided to go through with my plan and bury the scarecrow. I could last one more night if I prepared for it.
I left the shower and dressed modestly, in another one of my old rock t-shirts and a pair of shorts. I returned to the yard and with a satisfying push, I dropped the scarecrow into the pit. It fell with a nice thud, and I smiled at my power over it in the day; it's just at night when I should fear it.
As I threw the first shovel of dirt back on top, I heard a noise in the grass, and it parted, revealing Eli wearing the same pair of jeans and work boots, but he had changed his shirt to a plain black one. In each hand, he held cans of paint and a brush.
"Should I even ask why you are burying that old scarecrow?" He asked as he came to stand beside me.
"Probably best if you didn't," I admitted, leaning on the shovel.
"Well, I'm going to anyway. Polly, why are you burying that old scarecrow?" He asked, a rare smile coming to his face.
"Because it's been haunting me at night," I said bluntly.
"Mhm, yeah, okay. Fine, don't tell me. I've been meaning to get rid of it anyway, but normal people take things to the landfill," Eli said with a smirk as he turned to the house and began setting up for his painting.
I finished burying the scarecrow and stomped the dirt down flat. I finished my job by moving my car and parking it directly over top of the spot where I buried it.
Eli watched me curiously but didn't remark. I returned the shovel to the barn and went out into the yard. I decided to go for a hike around the property. I needed some time alone to think and unwind.
As I made my way through the grass, it began to confuse me. This had obviously been a large farmland, but how had the wild plants grown in such a thick, endless maze of greenery?
It gave me an eerie feeling, like I was being watched as the grass covered three-quarters of my body, like there would be something lurking out in the grass, crouched low, waiting for me.
After a half-hour or so, I came upon a clear lake, only big enough to be considered an old swimming hole, I thought as I dipped my hand into the cool water.
I took off my outer clothes and decided to go for a swim. I lowered myself in slowly and reveled at the cool water. The pond wasn't deep, but the water was clean. A small rope swing had been hung from a large oak tree that bordered the pond. It also provided a nice layer of shade that made it the ideal spot to spend the day. I floated on my back in the water for what seemed like hours. The day seemed to slip away from me. A small beach of sand sat at one side of the pond, so I lay out in the sun and closed my eyes. The warm day warmed my soul, and soon I felt myself drifting off into sleep.
I awoke to the sound of crickets and darkness. I couldn't believe it. I had slept through the day; the long nights had finally caught up to me, and now I was stuck far away from the farmhouse. I didn't know if my plan with the scarecrow had worked, and this wasn't the place to test my theory.
A full moon lay overhead, casting a silvery glow on the world before me. A sea of grass swayed gently in the wind, sending shivers down it in shuddering waves. I looked around, but I was thankfully alone, just the crickets chirping along melodically as my only companions.
I had to make it back to the house, so I started on my way, my hands trailing along the tall grass. The pale light played easily on the deep green grass. Step by step, I made my way back towards the farmhouse and the barn, throwing caution to the wind, and I started to jog along, anything to get back faster. I would have to find Eli; maybe if we were together, he could stop it like before.
If I thought the field was creepy during the day, by night, it was a whole new world. Every sound made my heart stop for a beat before restarting in protest. When all of a sudden, the crickets stopped chirping. I dropped to my knees, letting the long grass cover me from sight. Through the strands, I could make out a shape moving slowly through the tall grass, the swish of the plants as it made its passage through them. My heart dropped. Was this Eli looking for me, or was it the scarecrow come for me?
That's when I heard a voice, a voice cutting through the silence. It started off quiet and raspy as it sang an eerie children's song.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek
The world it claims that I be not clean
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
I was frozen to the spot. It hadn't found me, but it knew I was in the grass somewhere. Now, with each word, chewed up and spat out like it was unhappy with it, now it was accompanied by the whistle of something in the air and a slicing sound as it cut through the grass around me.
It finished another round of its song, but now it stood within feet of me, its blade whistling as it cut. I took a moment to ready myself, and as it raised its blade to cut through the grass I hid in, I dashed out of my hiding spot and slammed into it. But nothing resisted me; I fell through it like it was a ghost.
In a tangle of limbs, I landed hard on the ground and tried quickly rolling to my feet. The blade of its weapon pierced the earth beside me. Now I could see it was a two-handed scythe the scarecrow carried, but something was off, its hands were human. Pale milky skin like a newborn baby. I had little time to examine the creature except for the canvas bag over its head. Two large black eyes came out of the slits that leaked a dark red blood like tears.
It screeched loudly and swung its scythe, but it was slow, and I took off through the grass in the direction of what I hoped was the farmhouse.
I completely gave up all pretense of hiding and sprinted as fast as I could without looking back. The grass seemed to part for me as I ran in terror. I was just glad that in high school, I had taken track as it was paying off now.
I could hear the noise of footsteps behind me, but I never turned. I ran and ran until my lungs felt like they were going to burst Something silver flashed to my left, and I tripped over something hard and unexpected. The wind was driven from my lungs as my chin slammed hard into the earth. I scrambled back, trying to escape, but the scarecrow was on me, its blade flashing angrily in the pale moonlight.
I wanted to move, I wanted to fight, but my body was weak and unable to catch its breath, and I lay there helpless as it swung its scythe towards me. I closed my eyes in fear, but I only heard the thud of dirt before I opened my eyes. The scythe was discarded, and the scarecrow stood staring at me.
It seemed to be struggling with something, one hand reached out towards me only to be snapped back to its side. A roar of rage pierced the canvas sack over its head as it struggled against its invisible bonds. For a moment, I thought I saw something behind it, three sets of hands holding it back. One feminine in nature, and the other two must have belonged to children. In a flash, I saw a beautiful woman who looked vaguely familiar with her long brown hair and plain dress.
"Run," she moaned as the scarecrow swung around wildly.
I didn't hesitate and fled, my breath had returned, and while my body still ached from my fall, I powered on, knowing this was the only respite I would receive tonight.
In the distance, I could see a small sheet metal shape; Eli's trailer was slowly coming closer as I ran, and I beelined it for the trailer. I could hear the footsteps behind me again as the scarecrow resumed its chase after me.
I reached the old trailer and banged on the door as loud as I could; I rattled the handle, but it was locked.
"Eli, it's me. It's Polly, please let me in. Please," I begged as I banged over and over again on the door of his trailer.
Nothing responded to me, and the trailer was dark. The single window in the back held no life inside the trailer. From the trailer, I couldn't tell which direction the farmhouse was in the dark, so I fled into the tall grass and crouched low, watching the clearing around the trailer.
While I caught my breath, I watched the scarecrow enter the clearing, its scythe back in its hand as it circled the trailer. When its raspy voice began singing again low and quiet, only loud enough for me to hear.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek
The world it claims that I be not clean
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night, I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
The song made me shiver uncontrollably at the lyrics and the voice; it sounded demented like a crazy person letting their demons out into a nursery rhyme.
I lay perfectly still; for some reason, it couldn't find me. This creature I assumed was all-knowing seemed to have some very human weaknesses. It moved and talked like a human, even had certain body parts that were from a human; it even felt human the way it chased and reacted.
The scarecrow moved on through the tall grass, and I let out a sigh of relief as it lost my trail. How terrifying that beast was. In my pocket was the keys to my car. Eli had told me that the farmhouse was fairly close to his trailer. I had to navigate to the car, then drive as fast as I can away from this place. The fact that I hadn't left already because I was worried about money was insane. Who cares, I could drive to Barb's and demand my money back. Go home and just tell my parents the truth. The whole reason for actually leaving home this summer, why I was actually here in this field shivering uncontrollably in fear. But I couldn't think about that now, not now, there will be time to deal with that later. Now I needed to focus on staying alive, getting to the car, and getting out of here.
I went in the direction the scarecrow had; he knew the land better than I did, and every noise I made in the silence of the night made my heart drop. It took all my courage there and then to take one step forward, then another. I felt like I was going to be sick; my stomach was in knots to where it felt like even if I was sick, the only thing to come out would be only bile and stomach acid.
With each careful step, I made my way closer to the farmhouse and the scarecrow. Through the darkness, I could see my goal, the farmhouse, and the barn. Within minutes, I had made it securely to the farmhouse yard.
My car still sat in the same spot overtop of the hole where I buried the scarecrow. In the moonlight, I could see that the dirt had not been disturbed.
The scarecrow was nowhere to be seen, and I cautiously made my way to my car, my keys in my hand as I approached the driver's door. I hadn't locked the car, and it opened on the first try. I turned on my car as quietly as I could, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Something landed heavily on top of the roof of my car, making it dent inwards slightly. With horror, I saw the scarecrow swing its scythe into the back window of my car. With a crash, the glass shattered inwards; I put my car into gear and roared away down the lane. In my rearview mirror, I couldn't see anything, so I swerved back and forth, trying to shake the creature from the roof of my car when the scythe crashed in through the front window, making a hole just large enough for it.
The glass spidered, and I couldn't see out the window very well. I swerved down the road, but the scythe remained in the car, allowing the creature purchase. In a panic, I spun my wheel wildly, trying to dislodge it, but I lost control, and soon felt something crash into the front of my car. The airbag went off in my face, and I hadn't been wearing my seatbelt. I slammed hard into something else, and my vision went dark. I was in a daze; I must have passed out because I don't remember a lot of what happened next. I felt the car door open with a crunching tear, and it landed loudly as it was torn off. My body being grabbed and tossed on the ground. I felt no pain, just a gentle numbness. I felt blood on my head as I raised my arm to touch my face.
Then just blackness, complete, and empty just feelings, fear, unease, sadness. My eyes opened, and the scarecrow was overtop of me. Pain on my chest and my vision went dark again. Coughing as something poured down my throat. I couldn't breathe, why couldn't I breathe?
My eyes opened one last time, and I saw the scarecrow pouring a dark liquid from its mouth directly into my mouth and eyes. My vision was red and bloody before I closed them one last time.
The words of its song echoed into the emptiness of my thoughts.
"Did you, did you, did you come for me?
Run and hide, don't you know that I seek?
The world it claims that I be not clean.
When I come, you'll see how filthy I can be.
Tonight, it is happening, tonight you'll see,
Beneath the moon, my shadows they do creep.
In this world, at night, I shall be free.
Tonight it's happening, tonight you'll see.
When I come, you had better flee, or else I'll come and give my filth to thee."
The darkness enveloped me, and I felt myself slipping away, the sounds of the night fading into oblivion.
Day 4
When I awoke, it was morning, and I found myself lying in a hospital bed. My head throbbed with pain, and my body ached all over. The memories of the terrifying night flooded back to me, and I shuddered involuntarily.
A nurse entered the room, her kind eyes filled with concern. "You're awake," she said softly, her voice gentle like a soothing balm. "You're lucky to be alive. You were found unconscious by the side of the road next to your car. Do you remember what happened?"
I tried to speak, but my throat felt raw and dry. I croaked out a few words, barely audible. "The scarecrow... it attacked me..."
The nurse frowned, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Scarecrow? What scarecrow?"
My heart raced with panic as I realized the truth. Had it all been a nightmare? But the pain in my body felt too real, the memories too vivid to be mere hallucinations.
I tried to explain, to tell her about the terrifying creature that had pursued me through the night, but she only looked at me with concern, as if I were delusional.
"I'll get the doctor, and there is a young man who brought you in. He has been here all morning," the nurse said with a sly wink.
After a few minutes, she came back with Eli and a doctor, both of whom smiled gently at me through the window. The doctor came in first and went over my health with me. I had a concussion and bruises all over my body. A generous-sized cut from some glass on my scalp had been stitched and bandaged. My mind flashed back to the night before. How the scarecrow had filled me with its gooey red blood.
"Did you find anything else?" I asked cautiously, trying to avoid another scandal like with the nurse.
"No, as long as you have someone to pick you up and take you home, you are free to go. That nice young man out there said he would take you back home," the doctor said, pointing to Eli as he rose with a slight grunt.
I glanced at Eli, and he waved uncertainly at me. The doctor went out and began talking to Eli for a few minutes.
While I waited, my mind began to have strange thoughts. Something was wrong; I felt weird. My vision turned red, and I began to see images before my eyes.
The Harmons. They flashed before my eyes in real-time—the husband hugging his wife, then swinging his kids around, chopping wood outback next to the barn while his wife cooked in the kitchen.
As Eli entered the room, the visions stopped suddenly. Like my saving angel for the third time now, I was extremely grateful to Eli.
"Heyyyyy," Eli said, elongating the word in a sort of familiar yet awkward way.
"Hi," I said, closing my eyes and letting my embarrassment pass in only a few seconds.
"Why is it that fifty percent of the times we meet, you're in serious trouble?" Eli asked, coming to sit on the edge of my bed.
"Oh, you know me, bad luck, I guess," I said simply, becoming aware that under my blankets, I was in a backless hospital gown, and he was inches away from me.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin as a sort of cover for my appearance, but Eli didn't seem to notice. He continued talking to me. It was actually really sweet the way he seemed to care for me.
"Anyways, the doctor said I could take you back to the farmhouse to rest," Eli said.
"No," I said suddenly, becoming serious.
"What? Why not?" Eli asked.
"I just, I just can't right now. I'll tell you later. Just, we can't spend the night anywhere near the farm," I said, grabbing him by the arm, hoping to sway him.
"Well, I mean, if you want, we can grab your stuff, and my house can literally go anywhere," Eli said in an offhand manner, as if he had expected this.
"Promise?" I asked, trying not to seem too afraid.
Within the hour, we had returned to the farmhouse. The hole I dug was still covered over, and I stared at it as we parked in Eli's black pickup truck.
I ran inside and quickly got changed into my only clean clothes, grabbing everything I had from the farmhouse. I paused at the dinner table, looking down at the photographs of the Harmons and thinking back to that weird moment in the hospital with that odd vision.
The day was getting longer, and I hurried back to Eli, waiting in the pickup truck. I threw my bag in the back and climbed in beside him. He smiled and backtracked down the lane. We turned to the left and went down a side road where we came upon my poor old car. It had crashed directly into a tree, and the whole front part of the car had been destroyed. Fluid leaked all over the road, and I almost shed a tear for my departed friend. We had traveled far together. I grabbed a few things from the car, but something was off about the car. The front door had been knocked off and was discarded on the far side of the road. It looked impossible; the door hadn't even hit the tree.
Eli hooked his truck up to his trailer, and we sped off, leaving the property behind us. We headed into town and found a pullout on the side of the road with a set of bathrooms to camp at for the night. Eli's trailer was messy but cozy. He had laundry strewn over most surfaces, but it didn't smell bad.
The room consisted of a small kitchen with a bed in one corner. There were also a lot of posters and artwork on the walls. I examined one of a pretty girl with long raven-black hair. It was a realist painting, obviously taken from real life.
"Who is this?" I asked as Eli made us some food.
"That is just a friend," Eli said, glancing at the painting he had done.
"Well, she is a pretty friend," I said, enjoying watching the back of his ears turn bright red.
"Dinner's ready," he said, pouring the mixture of food he had made onto a pair of plates.
Eli served me and handed me a can of Coke to drink. I thanked him and sat on his bed. It was the only serviceable piece of furniture in the whole trailer. We both sat in silence for a moment while we ate. I could tell something was bothering Eli as he kept making glances toward me.
"What? What is it, Eli? Just say it," I said between bites.
"Tell me what happened, Polly. Tell me why you were burying the scarecrow, why you were passed out in the road with straw in your hair. Tell me why you were muttering about the Harmons and a scarecrow when I found you," Eli said suddenly, as if he were unloading a machine gun.
I looked Eli square in the face and relented. I told him about the last couple of nights at the farmhouse, about how the scarecrow had been tormenting me every night. About how he had saved me and how last night I had fled through the fields to his trailer and then to my car. I told him about the vision I had about the Harmons in the hospital. By the end of it, I was in tears. I felt so foolish and childish.
Eli took it in stride. He asked a few questions during my retelling, but by the end of it, he was silent. Tears fell down my face and landed in my lap. We had both put our plates on the counter, and Eli hugged me. He put his arms around me, and I nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling comforted again in him at the lowest points of my life.
With a gentle hand, he wiped away my tears, and I smiled, letting a nervous laugh escape my lips. I looked up into his face and felt his stare before I saw it. His pale blue eyes shone with comfort, and then his lips were on mine as he kissed me quickly before pulling away slightly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was insensitive of me. You're sad, and I took advantage of that," Eli said, moving back slightly.
"Shut up," I said, and grabbed his shirt, bringing him back in.

Hello i'm American in my high school there is a British guy who just recently moved and joined. He's a British "person" and me and lots of other people at my school are harrising him because
1) he's British and therefore an evil colonizer and everyone hates british "people" in America (It's what we Americans do best), He deserves all the crap he gets due to what his ancestors did to the world
2) Everyone hates his accent (honestly Brits have the worst accents on earth) He deserves all crap he gets because lets be honest, nothing annoys us Americans or makes us angry than hearing British accents.
3) Him being British offends so many people are my high school that they want him thrown out.
The great thing is that all the girls hate him because he's British but something thing i'm the one and the rest other othere guys are bad for bullying him.
You have to remember he's British and therefore and evil colonizer, a fascist with the most unlikeable accent possible.

I hate existing I hate it. I hate being alive. I hate waking up in the morning just to do whatever bs for the day, go to bed, and do it all over again the next. I hate that all my life it just feels like all I am doing is just waiting for death. There is nothing I really want to do anymore. Games that I love to play now only gets opened and then closed repeatedly. Any games that are actually getting played just feels like I just going through the motions formed by habit over the years. The same thing is starting to happen to all the music I like too. I just end up skipping through half of my playlist.
Right now I am an archaeologist. However my wrists are both in pain due to what is likely carpal tunnel syndrome and my shoulders are also struggling to not hurt. I keep looking for other possible career options but all I see are ones I am not qualified for or ones that make less than what I am currently earning. I understand that I am lazy, but I still have a semblance of a work ethic. However, currently the cost of living and the housing market is just so high that I don’t see the point of even trying to survive. I know that my stepfather has worked his ass off his whole life but is still struggling to retire. In my case I doubt I ever will. In the case that healthcare takes a sudden turn to allow for us to work into our 80s or 90s that would feel even worse. Work for an entire lifetime with no real reward at the end.
Currently I am taking a ux design course, but quite honestly, within a week I was really to quit. Being in school gave me such overwhelming stress and anxiety that I tried to kill myself the first time around.
I know that all I am doing is just making an excuse for inaction and avoiding self improvement, but I just feel tired. I am just tired of waking up everyday, just barely surviving pathetically, still living with my parents. I know that all this is just worthless self pity. I know that I can get help. But I feel like suicide is the only real answer. Any time someone tells me about how life is worth living I just can’t believe them.
The real reason I haven’t tried to commit suicide again is that the last time I tried to take my life I ended up surviving with no permanent damage. What if the next time I end up surviving with such a debilitating injury that I won’t even be able to try again. I know the best solution is probably to either slit my throat, or stab my self through the chest and either catch the heart or puncture a lung and drown in my blood. Of course both options sound extremely painful and I am a coward that avoids pain.

I’m currently dating someone for 3months who started giving me the ick ever since I’ve realized how much of a cheapskate he is, before he got fired from wok due to his constant lateness and slacking (he slept through a meeting and his manager had to wake him up, his excuse was that the meeting was boring) he had a very decent salary and a side hustle buying l$d in bulk and resell it for profit (he did lied to me about it and said he gets no profit from it) however, he refuses to pay for dates, he paid for 2 dates in 3 months he often asks me for money whether it’s for cigarettes or taxi or groceries, at first he wanted me to lend him money and when he realized i don’t lend money he start using other ways to get it from me , he invited me over once and told me how much he wants to cook for me and run errands together only to ask me how much money I got for the groceries, mind you I was out of job back then and barely getting by, I confronted him about it he told me this relationship is 50-50 sometimes I cover and sometimes you do the covering, I told him when did you ever covered for anything I always pay for myself, he said I will never ask you for money, he seems to only have money when there is a fancy occasion like dinner with his coworkers or my friend’s birthday, money to pay for himself ofc,
we went out to have lunch and paid for myself cause his food coupons have not arrived from his previous job, and when I told him to come with me to my friend’s birthday he immediately told me that he gave a call to someone who owes them money and now they can afford to come, what a coincidence, did I mention that he is filthy AF?? He rarely showers and his room is soo dirty it smells, food tossed all over, dirty sheets you name it But after our discussion he began to clean it every day and offered to split the price of my friend’s gift, he wants us to get engaged in the summer but all this made me question everything, he is sooo lazy as well, he doesn’t drive around and my friend was supposed to pick us up, instead of taking a cab to my place, he walked mid through and called me to meet him halfway, I was wearing platform sandals and a summer dress and the sun was scorching it was 29C outside, I told him hell no, you come over here.
Anyway, I can go on and on about this but do tell me can he be redeemed?? I confronted him and broke up with him, told him he is cheap and filthy, he came by my house to meet and told me he never meant to do me wrong and that is applying for jobs in programming and once he gets back on his feet he will start treating me better and pay for dates, he said that he cleans his house everyday now and that I never gave him the chance to see for myself, he even paid me back some of the money he took from me and paid for the coffee, I also confronted him about buying L$D in bulk and selling it double the price (he wouldn’t admit this to me and gaslit me about I found out from a friend, i guess now it makes sense where all his money is going, in shitty financial decisions) he said he won’t do it again but now I’m icked beyond repair, how can I end things with him smoothly???

Hi yall! I'm making a short movie for a school project in a country style, and there is an angle grinder sound before the music starts. I think it would be really cool to have the angle grinder's sound transition into a country-ish guitar, so how would one go about achieving that? I'm trying to find a solution that's not just sampling the angle grinder sound and trying to turn it into a guitar as that would probably sound shit, and I'm pretty sure that there's an easier way of doing such thing, so I'd highly appreciate tips.

Hello All,
I am a High School Math Teacher and I am in search of a game that I can use within a class size of 20-30 kiddos (not all at once, maybe 2-3 pods going at once) to help relieve some stress & bring in a better social climate for my study hall periods. Obviously keeping it "educational" and "applicable," I was at first looking at Catan. I think Catan would be fun, however, the game + expansion only compensate 5-6 players and averages to be around $75. If anyone has any cheap alternatives that can be used, that would be lovely. Side note, if theres a way to have it played online, I have a smart board that I use to lecture with & I think it would be entertaining to have that physical-electronic interaction.
Aside from this game, I haven't played many other board games outside of the RPG and Sci-Fi/Fantasy genre. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know & links are appreciated! I currently am teaching Seniors & Freshmen and will be doing so for a while. In a year or two, I will be teaching an AP Comp Sci course where hopefully building a board game online would be interesting for the kiddos & serve as a good side project. Fingers crossed it goes over well & can be done. Thanks for the help & I look forward to all the responses.

During my Freshman year of college, I became friends with my next-door neighbors. I had just finished helping my dorm roommate move in when a knock was heard on my door. It was then that I met my next-door neighbors, (Sara) and (Maci), as they were knocking door to door to find potential friends on our floor. I ended up joining them, however, it remained just us for the rest of the day. This was the starting point of a friendship that would hardly last.
At first, I was drawn to Sara. She was very active and enjoyed doing outdoor tasks with me, but I later found myself much more connected to Maci. I had a rough childhood and that is something we tend to relate to and connect with. By the end of Freshman year, Maci and I were as close as ever, but Sara and I only hung out in group settings.
Sara had some noticeable behaviors that were a little unnerving to the rest of our group. 1.) She tended to attach herself to Maci and would get upset if anyone had plans with Maci without inviting her. 2.) She was always late. There was a day in which Maci, Sara, and I planned to get piercings. Maci and I had set up a departure time of 12 PM. However, Sara was coming out of the shower by then. We ended up leaving near 2. Maci and I are extremely time-sensitive so this has always been something that bothers us. Especially since Sara knows that she's always late and tends to make jokes about it as well. 3.) If she didn't make the plans... she's not going. Sara is used to being the center of attention. So naturally, she thinks she is obligated to handle all of our plans. If someone else decides that they want to plan a day of fun, it is usual for her to say that she has other things going on even if she doesn't. 4.) The (Oliver) situation... Oliver was a guy that Sara met through our university website. Oliver has been our friend ever since. During Freshman year, Oliver had developed feelings for Sara. When Oliver confessed, Sara had told him that she wasn't ready for a relationship and that he should wait for her. During this waiting period, she strung him along on date-like activities while actively hooking up with other people... even his best friend. His friend, (Noah), actively liked Sara as well. I mean, taking her on dates and dancing in front of car headlights kind of "like." However, Sara ended up leaving that potential relationship to date a High School Senior named (Garrett). This relationship didn't last long as a couple of months later he ghosted her. By this time, Oliver had already moved on and began seeing his now girlfriend, Callie. Sara had a huge problem with this and would avoid outings when Callie was in attendance.
Flash forward to the end of Freshman year: I decided that I wanted to get out of our traditional dorm rooms and get a dorm suite with my friends, Maci and Sara. I wanted to remain on campus in a dorm. However, Sara completely hijacked this idea and began searching for apartments. I hadn't even seen the apartment complex I was signing for when I received my lease agreement through an email. She had told me that I needed to hurry to get a certain amount off of our apartment. So, in a rush, I signed.

This is a long one. And a bit of a doozy, so stick with me lol.
I don’t really know what is and what isn’t relevant to this situation, so I’ll give as much back story and such as I can. But feel free to ask further questions or for clarification also.
So I (28F) started nannying for a single dad (31M) in November of 2023. And when I say single dad, I mean only parent single dad. The girls’ mom left 3 years ago and signed away her rights. They haven’t seen her or talked to her since. For reference, the girls are (almost) 5 and (newly) 6.
Everything started like a normal job. We didn’t text or talk unless it was to confirm me coming to his house at a certain date and time to watch the girls. Then in December, he started texting me outside of things related to nannying. He just wanted a friend. He moved states to get away from his ex and start his life with the girls over. Then those friendly texts started getting flirty and suggestive. To the point that eventually in January, we crossed those lines one night (the girls were asleep in their room and had no idea. Still don’t as far as I know)
We’ve been doing this back and forth off and on friends with benefits thing since January. We keep that stuff completely separate from nannying. Or as separate as we can.
Well anyway, the girls have really imprinted on me and have started calling me mom. We correct them. But it’s hard.
When I started nannying, it was just for the weekends. But in February I also started getting them ready in the mornings and taking them to school 3 of the 5 days a week. (He works Friday through Tuesday 6AM-2PM). I am also in charge of holidays that fall on days he works. We also do birthdays and stuff together. Sometimes the girls and I do overnights if he has to work early the next day. I also help out any other time he needs me. He has also stated he would like us to be on the same page with everything, especially discipline. Which sounds a lot like coparenting to me.
I like him. Like I really like him. And we’ve had this conversation. Recently. He doesn’t feel the same way. I’m continuing to nanny. The girls are the most important and come first always. I wouldn’t quit just because things between me and him are messy, confusing, and maybe a little awkward right now. I don’t believe in punishing children the decisions of adults. They wouldn’t understand this.
Then my pay is all sorts of fucked up. But that’s another thing entirely.
Anyway, I don’t really know what advice I’m asking for. But some guidance would be nice.
Feel free to ask questions and I’ll answer them as best as I can.

I was 18 and football and wrestling were over so I decided to try weed for the first time. I had no prior experience with any weed before. I bought these "delta 8" gummy peach rings. The package said do not take more than 4 within 8 hours. I thought I was being responsible in taking 3. They were 50 mg a piece. For my first weed experience I took 150mg of THC.
My experience changed my life. I am in a constant state of questioning my own existence and the absurdity of all things in existence.
I took them around 8PM, and went to take a shower to relax hoping to coast into a peaceful high. After about 30 minutes of sitting in the shower nothing had come on so I decided to go to bed with my girlfriend. I laid there for a while and remembered that the new Boba Fett show had just dropped a new episode. I decided I'd watch that. My girlfriend had fallen asleep within the first few minutes of the episode, so I was watching it alone in bed.
About halfway through i started to feel a little hazy. But nothing I didn't expect, I was exited that it had started. So I just laid back and let it wash over me.
I don't remember how much time had passed but eventually I convinced myself that I died. I was horrified but this realization wasn't anywhere near as mind altering as what was to come.
I began seeing these fluttering hazy colors surround either side of my field of view. The colors sort of looked like the 2 Use Your Illusion album covers from Guns and Roses.
I eventually came to the conclusion that these colors represented my understanding of "Heaven and Hell" and as I thought more on my morality and the life I had lived, either side would seem to overcome the other. I remember hearing distorted voices from each side.
This went back and forth for a while, and I began to hyperventilate. I began questioning my understanding on either side. They were only represented by the color that they were and the distorted voices coming from each of them. I lost sight of which side was "heaven" and which side was "hell". I knew that I needed to choose either one to envelop me but I didn't know which side was which. It was clear though that there was a distinction between the two.
I don't remember which side I ended up on. But what I do remember is that shortly after I was absorbed into the side I chose, everything was ripped away from me.
This is where it began.
My entire understanding of my own existence was taken from me. I heard distorted chanting surrounding me, it felt like every single atom around me was chanting. The chanting was distorted and droning, it wasn't English but somehow I knew exactly what they were communicating to me.
It was that absolutely nothing exists.
They were deconstructing my understanding on everything. I do mean everything. For example, I remember early on as my understanding of time left me the chanting said that "we create concepts like time" as if to distract ourselves from the absurdity of existence.
When I say I lost my understanding it's important to know that I don't mean that I was incapable of grasping the concepts of things like time and physical space. It was more so that they were taking those concepts and pointing out the fact that they are completely illusionary and nonexistent, and were crafted to create this false reality that I understand and live in.
I became aware of the fact that absolutely nothing existed, and I began to feel that fact in a physical way. It's hard to put any of this into words but it's most difficult to describe they way I felt physically.
I felt like I was infinitely compact. I felt my own nonexistence. I felt like I was a singular atom being pressed inward by surrounding atoms. I also somehow felt this friction stretching me in every possible direction.
I just remember feeling like I was an atom inside a dense piece of matter like a rock.
I looked to any comforting experience from my life to escape. But it just lead to more deconstruction of my mind.
Eventually I came to the conclusion that I have always been in this place, and that I was just blissfully unaware of it. Therefore my entire life, friends, family, experiences, and memories were all imaginary distractions from this reality.
This went on for what felt like actual eternity, and eventually after throwing up I suddenly felt my own heartbeat, and something about that brought me back to my reality.
I just remember thinking "my hearts beating, so I can't be dead." And I fell asleep. I didn't wake up until 2PM the next day in a pool of my own vomit. My girlfriend had taken some edibles too and woke up after me not recalling any vivid experiences.
We went and got Pizza Hut, and went about our lives. I had a really hard time coping with the experience for a while. I had panic attacks several times over the next few months.
6 months after the experience I graduated high school and married my girlfriend.
I'm 20 now and it's been a little over 2 years since the experience, and I'd like to say I've recovered. My wife and I have 2 sons and I've got a nice EMT job coming up.
Once in a great while I'll get an uneasy feeling, but I look at my sons and it all feels a little better.
I do have my own ideas on what I experienced, but if I dwell on them too much I get nervous so I try and avoid it.
I feel like I'm finally in a place where I can at least attempt to explain my thoughts on it so please DM me if you'd like to talk about it at all. My name is David by the way.

Last year (July ‘23), I began Lexapro 10mg and for about a month following the initial symptoms, it was great. I felt close to normal again. Over time, I felt it become less effective and it just became a habit to take the medicine in hopes of it one day working to the same extent again. It didn’t.
Last month, I switched to Wellbutrin XL 150mg and for the first 3-4 weeks, it was quite literally the best I’ve felt since high school. It even assisted me with quitting Zyn, any form of alcohol (albeit I hardly drink as it is), and caffeine for well over three weeks before I began drinking coffee again. As of a few days ago, I’ve began to feel more anxious, irritable, and nauseous. For context, I am also on Semaglutide for weight management. Between the two medicines, I felt like my quality of life was making a complete u-turn towards total change, and I was elated! The last few days have been discouraging. I’ve been experiencing anxiety that makes me lethargic, my chest feels warm, and every symptom I experience I worry chalks up to something larger. I’ve also been clenching my jaw more than I already was.
TLDR; Both my previous antidepressants worked briefly then stopped. I have been diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD. I’m curious if the temporary effectiveness of these medicines points to a larger issue. I’m happy with my quality of life and the direction I’m headed, so what exactly is going on with me/my reaction to these medicines over time?
Thanks!

Last year (July ‘23), I began Lexapro 10mg and for about a month following the initial symptoms, it was great. I felt close to normal again. Over time, I felt it become less effective and it just became a habit to take the medicine in hopes of it one day working to the same extent again. It didn’t.
Last month, I switched to Wellbutrin XL 150mg and for the first 3-4 weeks, it was quite literally the best I’ve felt since high school. It even assisted me with quitting Zyn, any form of alcohol (albeit I hardly drink as it is), and caffeine for well over three weeks before I began drinking coffee again. As of a few days ago, I’ve began to feel more anxious, irritable, and nauseous. For context, I am also on Semaglutide for weight management. Between the two medicines, I felt like my quality of life was making a complete u-turn towards total change, and I was elated! The last few days have been discouraging. I’ve been experiencing anxiety that makes me lethargic, my chest feels warm, and every symptom I experience I worry chalks up to something larger. I’ve also been clenching my jaw more than I already was.
TLDR; Both my previous antidepressants worked briefly then stopped. I have been diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD. I’m curious if the temporary effectiveness of these medicines points to a larger issue. I’m happy with my quality of life and the direction I’m headed, so what exactly is going on with me/my reaction to these medicines over time?
Thanks!

Last year (July ‘23), I began Lexapro 10mg and for about a month following the initial symptoms, it was great. I felt close to normal again. Over time, I felt it become less effective and it just became a habit to take the medicine in hopes of it one day working to the same extent again. It didn’t.
Last month, I switched to Wellbutrin XL 150mg and for the first 3-4 weeks, it was quite literally the best I’ve felt since high school. It even assisted me with quitting Zyn, any form of alcohol (albeit I hardly drink as it is), and caffeine for well over three weeks before I began drinking coffee again. As of a few days ago, I’ve began to feel more anxious, irritable, and nauseous. For context, I am also on Semaglutide for weight management. Between the two medicines, I felt like my quality of life was making a complete u-turn towards total change, and I was elated! The last few days have been discouraging. I’ve been experiencing anxiety that makes me lethargic, my chest feels warm, and every symptom I experience I worry chalks up to something larger. I’ve also been clenching my jaw more than I already was.
TLDR; Both my previous antidepressants worked briefly then stopped. I have been diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD. I’m curious if the temporary effectiveness of these medicines points to a larger issue. I’m happy with my quality of life and the direction I’m headed, so what exactly is going on with me/my reaction to these medicines over time?
Thanks!

I believe you can tell how good an anime/season is with how many AMVs Animated Music Videos are made right about the time they come out.
With season 1 I could find 30/35 AMVs of high quality.
With season 2 I can only find 5 high quality AMVs even now.
With season 3 I can find 15/20 high quality AMVs as of this moment.

Question all of the above, no hate comments towards my disabilities guys. Would appreciate it. I'm 32 "M" turning 33 on June 1st. Never dated, trying to find a girlfriend at the moment. Someone I can "Settle down with" etc. I'm even pretty cool if she leaves. Sorry if this sounds arrogant of me. I have been trying to meet new people. I've been talking to girls lately too. Trying to build up confidence and get "Out of my shell, etc" How do I get girls to stay as friends? I don't want to turn into a "player" because that's not me. I actually have a crush on our mailwoman and shes really nice, we got the same stuff in common, and another girl that works at our vet too. Shes really out going, pretty, etc. Not judgemental, etc. Though I gotta be careful on the mailwoman thing i don't know how legal that is. Sorry. I don't see any "rings" on these women so I am hoping this is a good sign??? But I don't know if they have a boyfriend/girlfriend so I don't know how to properly ask them? Because I'm afraid of rejection. But don't wanna make the mailwomen seem awkward, first mailwomen in all honestly I've ever met that was super down to earth and open minded, etc. I was kinda shocked to be honest. Most mail people who deliver our mail tend to be rude, etc. But never seen one down to earth and pretty, etc. Shes around my age as well.
Question is, how do you tell if they got a boyfriend/girflriend, single, etc? I've been "sheltered" my entire life. Due to my learning disabilities and such. I am trying to fight it and fight my social anxiety and try to meet more women more. I used to have a fear of asking women out because I got bullied by one in school years ago in High School to the point where the school tried to accuse me of "Stalking" etc. You know how it goes. How ever I'm really trying to get over my trauma by asking a girl out. Literally. PLEASE be NICE. I am hoping someone can give me some advice or information on how to ask a girl out in my state with out sounding like a creep. I'm really nice, shy but once you get to know me I'm really talkative. Sorry guys. No hate speech please or comments. I'm really struggling here. :'( In the past 3 weeks I've been talking to women, and getting "Out of my shell" so I guess that's some improvement right??? Please be nice. I'm nervous while writing this post. How do you know if they are interested too? :/ Sorry. My parents really never told me how to date. :'( Don't bad mouth them please. It was for my protection/safety, etc. Thing is I can't drive either. So how would this work out? I live in a small town, so idk. Sorry. :'( Working on getting my license. I don't wanna date these women, but say I got a crush on them if that makes sense. Just showing improvement. Sorry. Need some encouragement here and tips. Apologies. And I know some women do date guys with disabilities. I've seen it before. Sorry.

My sister’s daughter has 2 step-daughters. One of them has been gaming online and met a 19 yo that she calls her boyfriend. She is 17.
He is in college. She is in high school. They live in different states. She invited him to visit for a family wedding and he accepted. They asked my sister if he can stay with her while he’s visiting.
She’s not comfortable with this situation, and wants to say no, and now they’re upset with her. I 100% agree with her. Frankly, I don’t understand how their dad and step-mom are okay with this at all. He’s legal age, she’s not. I see red flags all over the place.
I’m a gamer myself and have made many friendships online. The red flag for me is that he’s in college but not dating someone his own age. And I certainly don’t think my sister should allow someone to stay in her house when she knows nothing about him.
She was given his name and address and looked him up online. Apparently he lives in a trailer. Her granddaughters say she’s being unfair and judging him. She has let her daughter’s friends stay in her house before, but never someone no one in the family had met in person.
My sister and I are both in our 60s. Are we just older and over-reacting or should we trust our guts?

Ever since Billie’s new album came out, my store has only been playing Billie Eilish exclusively.
NO HATE TO BILLIE EILISH I LOVE HER AND THE NEW ALBUM
The shift started with me on warming. The store was quiet, we have so much drama, everyone’s angry and irritable because we’re all new and don’t know what we’re doing. 3 people called out. On top of that Billie Eilish is going “when did it end? All the enjoyment”
LIKE BILLIE THIS IS NOT ENCOURAGING!
Later, I was on register taking someone’s order. This poor old woman was trying to shout over Billie Eilish, who was screaming about “all the times I waited for you TO WANT ME NAKED”
I cringed so bad, I mean I was flabbergasted. (Insert the “m’am, this is a Wendy’s” meme). Like Billie, I’m working.
And then a lady came up and handed me a list of 16 drinks she wanted to order. My shift manager said it was okay to take the order even though we only had one person on bar, a 10 person line behind her, and 4 of the drinks were at my brewing station with nobody to help me on reg.
Against my request NOT TO, the customer walked away before I made her coffees so I have the next person in line up to my till staring at me while I’m making these 4 coffees. I don’t stress myself out usually at work but i was honestly fucking stressed in that moment because I had to keep looking at the register at her order to make sure I got the milk right. We ran out of milk so I had to climb over the baristas to get their milk. I was labeling cups, struggling to push the coffees into the tray, getting burns all over my hand
meanwhile 🎶 “always in my headspace. but I know someday I’ll make it OUT OF HERE”🎶 was on the speaker. like BILLIE I AM BEGGING FOR MERCY!!
I mean working in a fast paced, high stress environment I do not need to hear this. They should play her happier songs only maybe? I don’t need stuff that’s cringy or reflects how I feel a little too well. I need something that will pump me up, encourage and motivate me.
The vibe is completely different and better when we have normal music playing. I mean what were they thinking to play Billie Eilish all day? Just had to get that off my chest.
Again no hate to Billie I love her

Please be 21+! I have had good and bad experiences off this forum but I won’t give up! So here’s me : Hiya! I’m just ust A femboy looking for a serious ltr , so I’ll get to the point 🤗. I’m not here for the games , or ghosting . I’m here for something long term. Dating apps don’t work for me sadly.
Located: Texas.
Willing to move to another state or have my future partner live with me .
Appearance :
A thick black femboy who loves dressing up sometimes . Height : 5’3. I wear glasses to read manga . My style is mostly goth/casual clothes from mostly anime shirts and chokers.
💙My hobbies:

• Anime : Some of my favorites animes are Tokyo ghoul , Sword Art Online , Yuri on ice , Future Diary, JJK, MHA, Yaoi(Love stage , Sasaki and Miyano)
• Manga : I’ve completed so many mangas from yaoi , Ouran high school host club , berserk , ect .
• Cosplay : I’ve done Pokémon & a Tokyo Ghoul cosplay before .
• Anime cons: I’ve been to at least 11 anime/Comic cons.
• Dueling (Yu-Gi-Oh!)
• Pokémon
• Yaoi
• Pc gaming
• Overwatch. I love this game have over 500 hrs .
• Marvel/DC
• Tv drama : The Vampire Diaries , Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The 100.
• Horror- big fan of tv shows , movies like AHS
• Consoles I have are : Ps5, Nintendo switch , psp, ps vita, Nintendo 3ds , wii, gameboy , ect .

🩷What im looking for in a Relationship🩷

• [ ] Monogamous
• [ ] Single
• [ ] Loyalty
• [ ] Communication
• [ ] No kids
• [ ] Open-minded
• [ ] Common interest : Nerdy (Anime, Games, Star Wars or anything nerdy)
• [ ] Sure on what you want
• [ ] Mature
• [ ] 21+ in age : no exceptions .

▶️MY TYPE:
TALL (taller than my own height) , very communicative, masculine(mostly beards and body hair) gamers/anime nerds. These are just preferences not a deal breaker .
✅Ps: for compatibility reasons I’m a 100% bottom.
IMPORTANT : If you made it this far, please message me an introduction about yourself. This is extremely important as it tells me alot about you. I won’t respond to a simple message. If you can’t make the effort , I won’t waste my time honestly .