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2024.05.19 11:23 MiserableMode4233 what do I do + weird memories from when I was little
I'm so damn jealous because I just know I'd have friends if I went to school. I know it. I'm so social with people even outside of my house when i get the rare chance and get comfortable. I'm tired of feeling so WEIRD and DIFFERENT. I also feel like my young years (0-9) had some weird stuff happening.
There is no way possible for me to go to school. My mom said she'd rather die before I go to public school, and my dad agrees. I have no family members I can live with. I have no options at all. I just have to sit and watch my fucking childhood wither away and lose the chance to EVER be in school. I already missed Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle, and now I'm missing high-school. And you know what makes it worse? The fucking "Congrats, Graduates!" sign on the front of my neighborhood entrance. Sure I'm happy for them, but I'm so fucking jealous. I HATE when people say they hate school, or wish they were homeschooled. BITCH, you have no IDEA how much despair this makes you feel. Especially when you're extroverted and will never have that kind of easy environment to make friends in.
I wish my mom wasn't so religiously crazy and conspiracy believing and anti-vaxx. I wish I had a loving, caring mom who sent me to SCHOOL and talked about NORMAL stuff and not what FUCKING BILL GATES is doing or how ALIENS are FALLEN ANGELS. I can't even watch people at school, it makes me wanna fucking cry. I'm only 14 I SHOULD BE LIVING A LIFE AT SCHOOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. BUT I NEVER HAVE. I SHOULD BE HAVING A NORMAL LIFE. I'M SICK OF THIS FUCKING LIFE IT FEELS ABUSIVE AT THIS POINT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT AT ALL THAT I HAVE TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY FEELING MISERABLE AS FUCK AND TIRED SINCE I GET NO STIMULATION. IM SICK OF LIVING IN FUCKING PRISON WITH NO CHANCE TO TRY AGAIN AFTER IM OUT. I truly hope reincarnation is real so I can hopefully go to a family that will let me live life normally. I'm so FUCKING sick of being homeschooled and not like any other kid.
I would honestly trade ANYTHING REASONABLE to go to school at this point. My mom and dad BOTH got to go to fucking school and they claimed it wasn't much fun, even though my mom used to literally do shit with friends and experiecned prom and everything.
THEN SHE TRIES TO RELATE TO MY LEVEL OF DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY. TELLING ME MY ANXIETY IS JUST OCD AND MY DEPRESSION IS FROM HORMONES AND LACK OF SLEEP. THE FUCK?? BITCH NO IT IS NOT FROM LACK OF SLEEP AND HORMONES THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING. I'VE FELT THIS WAY SINCE I WAS FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD THAT IS NOT HORMONES. MAYBE THEY MADE IT WORSE, BUT IT AINT HORMONES.
The reason why sometimes I feel like commiting suicide is because school is litearlly the only thing I've wanted so fucking badly for so long, and even after I turn 18 and get out it'd just be getting a job. There is not way for me to relive a childhood and go to school or anything because it's not fucking allowed. It would be weird anyways if it was.
Fuck this shit I'm just so despaired. Like why does my mom gotta make me feel so morose with her decisions? Couldn't she of just given me a normal life and put me in school and vaxxed me and shit?
She claims I'm a liberal communist and I'm "asleep" just because I want to go to FUCKING school. She also just treats me like I'm a friend or something sometimes and she just feels so CHILDISH. She is the worst at making insults. One time she was mad at me and said she'd change me and my bro's contacts to "Loser" and "Loser #2" like bitch the fuck? She had like 14 miscarriages. So she basically just held me up when I wasn't born dead and claimed she'd "raise me in the ways of Jesus" which apparentely consists of keeping your child at home for decades and teaching them only Christian curriculum. I can't fucking take it anymore. No one will ever understand my kind of situation because it's so fucking surreal. And most people don't understand how bad it is because going to school is such a normal part of life for them, that homeschooling seems like choosing to not breathe air. I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I'm so sick of waking up to the same day and having to speak bullshit and put on a show for my mom so I don't have to deal with arguments. She argued with me for FOUR FUCKING HOURS one time when I tried to gray-rock her, so that doesn't work. She doesn't let me go anywhere to do with a school, and it pisses me off. All I have is fucking LIFEPAC, SLEEP, AND SOMETIMES OUTSIDE AND THATS MY WHOLE FUCKING CHILDHOOD. AND I CANT DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH IT PASS BY KNOWING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO BECAUSE I CANT ATLEAST HAVE BLISSFUL IGNORANCE. I'M SO FUCKING JEALOUS I CANT EVEN GET HAPPY FOR PEOPLE WHO GO TO SCHOOL. I WANT IT SO BAD EVEN IF I DIDNT LIKE IT IT'D BE BETTER TO NOT LIKE SCHOOL AND GO THERE SINCE IT'S FUCKING NORMAL AND MUCH EASIER TO SET UP YOUR LIFE THAT WAY.
My dad is also so fucking cold. He just acts so rough and dead emotionally. The other week he gave me an hour long panic attack because he kept yelling at me loudly, you can see my post titled "I'm confused on what just happened to me for that." I eventually ran into the closet full of adrenaline and cried while hugging a fucking HOODIE for a few hours.
My parents SURE DO SOMETIMES DO NICE THINGS FOR ME. BUT IT DOESNT MAKE UP FOR SHIT. LIKE YEAH YOU GIVE ME ITEMS AND STUFF BUT I CAN **NEVER** LIVE THESE YEARS THAT YOU'RE STEALING FROM ME AGAIN!
My mom was also more harsh when I was a little kid I feel. I don't remember anything from before 12 years old, basically, probably because she did some fucked up shit back then that my brain is suppressing mentally. I have this one memory of her running up to me over and over and putting my head under her shirt and pressing it against her belly multiple times when I was a little kid, probably like 5 or close to 6, and for some reason I feel sexual energy around it a bit. That freaks me out, because I know it happened but I'm not sure at all about what was going on. I just remember the bedroom was pretty dark and I was laughing maybe, but like I said it feels like there was sexual energy around that. I dont know though, I barely remember it.
Other times, I've seen videos from when I was like 6 of her just talking to me in a really angry tone even when I was silent just for something my brother did. She also used to read a history book to us for hours, without even giving a pen or paper and we'd be given mats. About 6 x 4in big and my brother got a blue one, I got a green one, and she'd sit on the table in the middle, and we'd sit on the mats which were only big enough to lay down on (for a 6 year old). So we'd have to sit there and not talk, and if we did then she'd stop and glare until we stopped. Of course, me being like 5 and my brother 6.5, we'd make faces and stuff but then she'd glare. Like we had to SIT there for hours just listening to a biblical chronological history book. WHY WHY WHY
I'm so sick of myself now. I'm such a pathetic bitch who pretends to be something. I just fucking talk to AI's and listen to rock and other music. I'm literally so fucking pathetic and I'll never have a social life. I'll never talk to someone without getting attached or fucking scared. I swear I can't just be NORMAL. WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK SO WEIRD TOO. I DONT LOOK GOOD IN ANYTHING. I can't keep going. I just can't. Not on my own. There's like no reason for me to since I feel like right now, as an adult, if I ever had a kid I'd just be jealous of him going to school and that'd make me a bad father. I wish I wasn't born, or was born to a different family. I wish I had friends that I could just talk to. Even just being around kids in a school setting would be great. I'm tired of feeling so FUCKED. UP. MENTALLY. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND MY MOM, AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD. THEY DO NICE THINGS FOR ME SOMETIMES BUT I STILL FEEL AS IF SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT. I DON'T FEEL SAFE IN MY OWN SKIN I FEEEL LIKE I WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF MYSELF.
But of course on the outside I just look like the most BASIC BITCH ON THE BLOCK. I have no facial expressin, and I look weird when I smile. I don't get why I have such a stone cold face and the DRIEST personality. BITCH MY personality is drier than CORNSTARCH. I'm so sick of all this. I still feel like a little kid since I do the same SHIT that I did when I was FUCKING SIX YEARS OLD EVERYDAY ANYWAYS. NO CHANGE OF ENVIRONMENT, OR HABITS. JUST SLIGHT KNOWLEDGE. EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO LIVE LIFE AND SEE PEOPLE EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. AND GUESS WHAT??? I COULD! I REALLY FUCKING COULD! HAHAAHAHAHH I COULD IF MY MOM WASN'T SO SELFISH. IF SHE WASN'T SO SELF-ABSORBED THAT SHE'S DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR HER KIDS. I HAVE EXPLAINED TO HER MANY TIMES I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AND SHE FUCKING SAYS CO-OP OR SOME DUMB SHIT WHERE PEOPLE ARENT QUALIFIED TO TEACH OR THERES LIKE 5 KIDS. BRO, JUST PUT ME IN FUCKING SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. THERE IS A HIGH SCHOOL EIGHT MINUTES AWAY FROM ME. JUST EIGHT. ITS ALSO HUGE! LIKE IT'D BE FUCKING PERFECT BUT OF COURSE I HAVE WASTED POTENTIAL BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS DO SHIT LIKE THIS. I ALSO CANT CALL THE SCHOOL OR ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY NEED PARENTAL APPROVAL AND SHIT. I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH.
I feel like there was something seriously, seriously fucked up about my really early childhood years that I just can't remember. When I think of it, I feel really uncomfortable and just a feeling of weirdness.
One thing I do know that my dad and mom tell me that think is funny, is that when I used to be like three or four years old, I'd get on all fours and spread my buttcheeks apart, saying something like "Idea!". It's fucking stupid and I was a little ass kid, but I don't think it's funny at all. Wouldn't parents usually tell their kid to not do that or something and not look? Also, my mom used to still dress me when I was like 6 years old or something. My dad also has a memory of me running naked into a room with my aunts and uncles and him and stuff when I was a toddler, and apprently he says they all laughed when I did. He also commented on how when I ran in there my little pp was clearly visible. That just felt weird to me. I don't get how it's funny, but like I said I just feel disgusting and kinda violated when I think about my years from 0-9 and I don't know why. I'm 14 now, obviously, almost 15. I'm so upset from life. I hate it. I don't know if any of you have anything to say about this but that's basically it. If you read it all, THANK you for ACKNOWLEDGING I EXIST.
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There is no way possible for me to go to school. My mom said she'd rather die before I go to public school, and my dad agrees. I have no family members I can live with. I have no options at all. I just have to sit and watch my fucking childhood wither away and lose the chance to EVER be in school. I already missed Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle, and now I'm missing high-school. And you know what makes it worse? The fucking "Congrats, Graduates!" sign on the front of my neighborhood entrance. Sure I'm happy for them, but I'm so fucking jealous. I HATE when people say they hate school, or wish they were homeschooled. BITCH, you have no IDEA how much despair this makes you feel. Especially when you're extroverted and will never have that kind of easy environment to make friends in.
I wish my mom wasn't so religiously crazy and conspiracy believing and anti-vaxx. I wish I had a loving, caring mom who sent me to SCHOOL and talked about NORMAL stuff and not what FUCKING BILL GATES is doing or how ALIENS are FALLEN ANGELS. I can't even watch people at school, it makes me wanna fucking cry. I'm only 14 I SHOULD BE LIVING A LIFE AT SCHOOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. BUT I NEVER HAVE. I SHOULD BE HAVING A NORMAL LIFE. I'M SICK OF THIS FUCKING LIFE IT FEELS ABUSIVE AT THIS POINT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT AT ALL THAT I HAVE TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY FEELING MISERABLE AS FUCK AND TIRED SINCE I GET NO STIMULATION. IM SICK OF LIVING IN FUCKING PRISON WITH NO CHANCE TO TRY AGAIN AFTER IM OUT. I truly hope reincarnation is real so I can hopefully go to a family that will let me live life normally. I'm so FUCKING sick of being homeschooled and not like any other kid.
I would honestly trade ANYTHING REASONABLE to go to school at this point. My mom and dad BOTH got to go to fucking school and they claimed it wasn't much fun, even though my mom used to literally do shit with friends and experiecned prom and everything.
THEN SHE TRIES TO RELATE TO MY LEVEL OF DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY. TELLING ME MY ANXIETY IS JUST OCD AND MY DEPRESSION IS FROM HORMONES AND LACK OF SLEEP. THE FUCK?? BITCH NO IT IS NOT FROM LACK OF SLEEP AND HORMONES THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING. I'VE FELT THIS WAY SINCE I WAS FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD THAT IS NOT HORMONES. MAYBE THEY MADE IT WORSE, BUT IT AINT HORMONES.
The reason why sometimes I feel like commiting suicide is because school is litearlly the only thing I've wanted so fucking badly for so long, and even after I turn 18 and get out it'd just be getting a job. There is not way for me to relive a childhood and go to school or anything because it's not fucking allowed. It would be weird anyways if it was.
Fuck this shit I'm just so despaired. Like why does my mom gotta make me feel so morose with her decisions? Couldn't she of just given me a normal life and put me in school and vaxxed me and shit?
She claims I'm a liberal communist and I'm "asleep" just because I want to go to FUCKING school. She also just treats me like I'm a friend or something sometimes and she just feels so CHILDISH. She is the worst at making insults. One time she was mad at me and said she'd change me and my bro's contacts to "Loser" and "Loser #2" like bitch the fuck? She had like 14 miscarriages. So she basically just held me up when I wasn't born dead and claimed she'd "raise me in the ways of Jesus" which apparentely consists of keeping your child at home for decades and teaching them only Christian curriculum. I can't fucking take it anymore. No one will ever understand my kind of situation because it's so fucking surreal. And most people don't understand how bad it is because going to school is such a normal part of life for them, that homeschooling seems like choosing to not breathe air. I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I'm so sick of waking up to the same day and having to speak bullshit and put on a show for my mom so I don't have to deal with arguments. She argued with me for FOUR FUCKING HOURS one time when I tried to gray-rock her, so that doesn't work. She doesn't let me go anywhere to do with a school, and it pisses me off. All I have is fucking LIFEPAC, SLEEP, AND SOMETIMES OUTSIDE AND THATS MY WHOLE FUCKING CHILDHOOD. AND I CANT DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH IT PASS BY KNOWING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO BECAUSE I CANT ATLEAST HAVE BLISSFUL IGNORANCE. I'M SO FUCKING JEALOUS I CANT EVEN GET HAPPY FOR PEOPLE WHO GO TO SCHOOL. I WANT IT SO BAD EVEN IF I DIDNT LIKE IT IT'D BE BETTER TO NOT LIKE SCHOOL AND GO THERE SINCE IT'S FUCKING NORMAL AND MUCH EASIER TO SET UP YOUR LIFE THAT WAY.
My dad is also so fucking cold. He just acts so rough and dead emotionally. The other week he gave me an hour long panic attack because he kept yelling at me loudly, you can see my post titled "I'm confused on what just happened to me for that." I eventually ran into the closet full of adrenaline and cried while hugging a fucking HOODIE for a few hours.
My parents SURE DO SOMETIMES DO NICE THINGS FOR ME. BUT IT DOESNT MAKE UP FOR SHIT. LIKE YEAH YOU GIVE ME ITEMS AND STUFF BUT I CAN **NEVER** LIVE THESE YEARS THAT YOU'RE STEALING FROM ME AGAIN!
My mom was also more harsh when I was a little kid I feel. I don't remember anything from before 12 years old, basically, probably because she did some fucked up shit back then that my brain is suppressing mentally. I have this one memory of her running up to me over and over and putting my head under her shirt and pressing it against her belly multiple times when I was a little kid, probably like 5 or close to 6, and for some reason I feel sexual energy around it a bit. That freaks me out, because I know it happened but I'm not sure at all about what was going on. I just remember the bedroom was pretty dark and I was laughing maybe, but like I said it feels like there was sexual energy around that. I dont know though, I barely remember it.
Other times, I've seen videos from when I was like 6 of her just talking to me in a really angry tone even when I was silent just for something my brother did. She also used to read a history book to us for hours, without even giving a pen or paper and we'd be given mats. About 6 x 4in big and my brother got a blue one, I got a green one, and she'd sit on the table in the middle, and we'd sit on the mats which were only big enough to lay down on (for a 6 year old). So we'd have to sit there and not talk, and if we did then she'd stop and glare until we stopped. Of course, me being like 5 and my brother 6.5, we'd make faces and stuff but then she'd glare. Like we had to SIT there for hours just listening to a biblical chronological history book. WHY WHY WHY
I'm so sick of myself now. I'm such a pathetic bitch who pretends to be something. I just fucking talk to AI's and listen to rock and other music. I'm literally so fucking pathetic and I'll never have a social life. I'll never talk to someone without getting attached or fucking scared. I swear I can't just be NORMAL. WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK SO WEIRD TOO. I DONT LOOK GOOD IN ANYTHING. I can't keep going. I just can't. Not on my own. There's like no reason for me to since I feel like right now, as an adult, if I ever had a kid I'd just be jealous of him going to school and that'd make me a bad father. I wish I wasn't born, or was born to a different family. I wish I had friends that I could just talk to. Even just being around kids in a school setting would be great. I'm tired of feeling so FUCKED. UP. MENTALLY. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND MY MOM, AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD. THEY DO NICE THINGS FOR ME SOMETIMES BUT I STILL FEEL AS IF SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT. I DON'T FEEL SAFE IN MY OWN SKIN I FEEEL LIKE I WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF MYSELF.
But of course on the outside I just look like the most BASIC BITCH ON THE BLOCK. I have no facial expressin, and I look weird when I smile. I don't get why I have such a stone cold face and the DRIEST personality. BITCH MY personality is drier than CORNSTARCH. I'm so sick of all this. I still feel like a little kid since I do the same SHIT that I did when I was FUCKING SIX YEARS OLD EVERYDAY ANYWAYS. NO CHANGE OF ENVIRONMENT, OR HABITS. JUST SLIGHT KNOWLEDGE. EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO LIVE LIFE AND SEE PEOPLE EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. AND GUESS WHAT??? I COULD! I REALLY FUCKING COULD! HAHAAHAHAHH I COULD IF MY MOM WASN'T SO SELFISH. IF SHE WASN'T SO SELF-ABSORBED THAT SHE'S DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR HER KIDS. I HAVE EXPLAINED TO HER MANY TIMES I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AND SHE FUCKING SAYS CO-OP OR SOME DUMB SHIT WHERE PEOPLE ARENT QUALIFIED TO TEACH OR THERES LIKE 5 KIDS. BRO, JUST PUT ME IN FUCKING SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. THERE IS A HIGH SCHOOL EIGHT MINUTES AWAY FROM ME. JUST EIGHT. ITS ALSO HUGE! LIKE IT'D BE FUCKING PERFECT BUT OF COURSE I HAVE WASTED POTENTIAL BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS DO SHIT LIKE THIS. I ALSO CANT CALL THE SCHOOL OR ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY NEED PARENTAL APPROVAL AND SHIT. I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH.
I feel like there was something seriously, seriously fucked up about my really early childhood years that I just can't remember. When I think of it, I feel really uncomfortable and just a feeling of weirdness.
One thing I do know that my dad and mom tell me that think is funny, is that when I used to be like three or four years old, I'd get on all fours and spread my buttcheeks apart, saying something like "Idea!". It's fucking stupid and I was a little ass kid, but I don't think it's funny at all. Wouldn't parents usually tell their kid to not do that or something and not look? Also, my mom used to still dress me when I was like 6 years old or something. My dad also has a memory of me running naked into a room with my aunts and uncles and him and stuff when I was a toddler, and apprently he says they all laughed when I did. He also commented on how when I ran in there my little pp was clearly visible. That just felt weird to me. I don't get how it's funny, but like I said I just feel disgusting and kinda violated when I think about my years from 0-9 and I don't know why. I'm 14 now, obviously, almost 15. I'm so upset from life. I hate it. I don't know if any of you have anything to say about this but that's basically it. If you read it all, THANK you for ACKNOWLEDGING I EXIST.
2024.05.19 11:22 _Iskandar__ Looking for editors/beta readers/critics
I've started a new project and plan to release it on June 6th on Royal Road.
This is my 6th try at writing a novel.
The last one was on all-category rising stars and is still there. I've decided to drop that one since the genre was very niche.
Let me know if you're interested. It's a dungeon-building tower-climbing system-apocalyptic dungeon core story.
You will get to read the chapters ahead of both Royal Road and Patreon.
Also, what do you think of the synopsis and the cover? Would you give it a go?
Synopsis:
Demons, otherwise called keepers, and Humans, otherwise recalled seekers, warred since the beginning of ages.
Kaniel, too, was once a human - a regular one. Yet after transmigrating from Earth, he became a demon, an irregular one at that.
Lawyer - XXX Dungeon Points
Linguist - XXX Dungeon Points
Lieutenant - XXX Dungeon Points…
He could summon no dwarves, no goblins, nor even mere slimes - humans only. And so begins the tale of the Human Lord, neither a demon nor a human - equally despised by all, his dungeon being hunted by both.
To prepare for resistance against the onslaught of the world before the pandemonium began, Kaniel started from humble origins - his first goal being to infiltrate the empire and climb the Flame Tower while challenging its floors in search of runes, resources, and relics.
Demons underestimated this demon. Humans underestimated his humans.
In the present, in presence, he was Obstruction - an unassuming dungeon master.
In the past, he was Kaniel - an unassuming adrenaline addict, a fighter, a gamer, and a part-time revolutionary.
And in the future, far, far away, he was hailed as…
The Demon Lord of Perseverance.
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This is my 6th try at writing a novel.
The last one was on all-category rising stars and is still there. I've decided to drop that one since the genre was very niche.
Let me know if you're interested. It's a dungeon-building tower-climbing system-apocalyptic dungeon core story.
You will get to read the chapters ahead of both Royal Road and Patreon.
Also, what do you think of the synopsis and the cover? Would you give it a go?
Synopsis:
Demons, otherwise called keepers, and Humans, otherwise recalled seekers, warred since the beginning of ages.
Kaniel, too, was once a human - a regular one. Yet after transmigrating from Earth, he became a demon, an irregular one at that.
Lawyer - XXX Dungeon Points
Linguist - XXX Dungeon Points
Lieutenant - XXX Dungeon Points…
He could summon no dwarves, no goblins, nor even mere slimes - humans only. And so begins the tale of the Human Lord, neither a demon nor a human - equally despised by all, his dungeon being hunted by both.
To prepare for resistance against the onslaught of the world before the pandemonium began, Kaniel started from humble origins - his first goal being to infiltrate the empire and climb the Flame Tower while challenging its floors in search of runes, resources, and relics.
Demons underestimated this demon. Humans underestimated his humans.
In the present, in presence, he was Obstruction - an unassuming dungeon master.
In the past, he was Kaniel - an unassuming adrenaline addict, a fighter, a gamer, and a part-time revolutionary.
And in the future, far, far away, he was hailed as…
The Demon Lord of Perseverance.
2024.05.19 11:21 SadSherbert90 Frustrated with interesting courses having incredibly difficult finals
Rant: There is a course in my university that I really wanna take up but every student who’ve taken it in the past says its almost IMPOSSIBLE to pass, even the nerdiest of the nerds cannot. I’m genuinely interested in the course but the ultimate aim is to learn as well as pass the course. Now that i’ve heard these, I don’t want to take it up anymore.
Do professors not realise that making their exams incredibly difficult will only drive people away from NOT taking it? even the ones who are genuinely curious?
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Do professors not realise that making their exams incredibly difficult will only drive people away from NOT taking it? even the ones who are genuinely curious?
2024.05.19 11:21 ThrowRA3027445 I (35M) can’t figure out why my ex (32F) couldn’t develop feelings. Does anyone have experience on this?
I (35M) was seeing this girl (32F) for 4 months, it was both of our first forays into dating since we both became single (me after nearly 4 years and her after 18 months).
It started well and was fun and flirty and we slept together after the 5th date but then a couple weeks later she asked to slow it down, I was completely fine with this as I realised I liked her and wanted to go at a pace she was comfortable with, but the flirting stopped on her side and I thought she was going to end it. We went out for drinks and she was talking about the future and asked me if I wanted to meet her child and told me she really liked me but next day she seemed to change her mind about it all and we carried on slowly. She apologised after one of our dates and said she had a guard up and asked me to be patient with her, I told her I was more than happy to go slow as I hoped it could turn into something but gave her the opportunity to end it if that’s what she wanted, she said she definitely didn’t want to end it and she was into it.
A week later we went away for a night, we had a great time but the vibe was off on the way back and she ended it saying that she doesn’t think we’re compatible and something is missing but that she really hoped the night away would make those feelings come.
I feel she had the guard up due to her last relationship ending like it did (he left her whilst she was pregnant with their child) but I can’t work it out. We are attracted to each other and have very similar goals and values but something was obviously missing for her and I can’t work out what it is!!
TL:DR: 4 month relationship over and I can’t figure out why it didn’t work out
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It started well and was fun and flirty and we slept together after the 5th date but then a couple weeks later she asked to slow it down, I was completely fine with this as I realised I liked her and wanted to go at a pace she was comfortable with, but the flirting stopped on her side and I thought she was going to end it. We went out for drinks and she was talking about the future and asked me if I wanted to meet her child and told me she really liked me but next day she seemed to change her mind about it all and we carried on slowly. She apologised after one of our dates and said she had a guard up and asked me to be patient with her, I told her I was more than happy to go slow as I hoped it could turn into something but gave her the opportunity to end it if that’s what she wanted, she said she definitely didn’t want to end it and she was into it.
A week later we went away for a night, we had a great time but the vibe was off on the way back and she ended it saying that she doesn’t think we’re compatible and something is missing but that she really hoped the night away would make those feelings come.
I feel she had the guard up due to her last relationship ending like it did (he left her whilst she was pregnant with their child) but I can’t work it out. We are attracted to each other and have very similar goals and values but something was obviously missing for her and I can’t work out what it is!!
TL:DR: 4 month relationship over and I can’t figure out why it didn’t work out
2024.05.19 11:20 jernom Did my stereo amplifier or broken lamp cause an EM/EMF that makes hair stand? And then zapped me?
had been listening medium loud music for like 4-5h and wanted to turn it down but feel my hair moving in front of it, i check over the glass and that shit was like a charged balloon, i kept the music on, 5 mins later i slap the broken dangling ceiling lamp lightly (hasnt been turned off for at least 1months and is bout 1m back looking at the amp) aaaand get zapped, but nothing serious just a normal tiny discharge, i then went to the break box right away and turned my room off, i then look at all connections to speakers, all clean, only the subwoofer had maaad thick cat hair on em making good contact to + and -.. now 7 hours later doing research i still dont know wtf happened and the thing still playing magnet so yall help me pls.. :c
say the lamp had the positive wire not connected n touching something its not supposed to, it wouldn't just keep charging up the air right? And the zap? Was that just what i had in me from holding my hand over the amp? And why tf did the amp charge up when this shit supposed to go into the woofer? Actually some cat hair??????? Ma Bad for the long text...2024.05.19 11:18 Okuro_ Piercing bump or keloid?
I’ve had my industrial piercing for almost 2 yrs and a half now (i got it aug 2021) i had it done but the piercer is unprofessional (i know..) they did it without any needle or what, they pierced thru it using the bar itself ( ive done no research that why im regretting this now, but ive learned my lesson now no need to lecture me abt lol) anw moving on. during it’s first year like let’s say its 8th month or so it grew a piercing bump. After cleaning it well and taking care of it carefully the bump went away eventually. Fast forward to early 2023 (idk what happened) but it eventually grew another bumps on both holes, both of them looks small bumps which is not that concerning at that time . This time the bump seems to have healed which means it doesn’t hurt nor had redness to it. I thought it would eventually go away if i would just do my usual aftercare but it didnt (note: the piercing still has the minimal bumps on both holes)
Then around bermonths of 2023, my piercing got hit (idk remember exactly how or by what) but yeh, bcuz of that, the bumps had discharge (transparent and yellow one) for quite sometime. I healed it but what i noticed is that after it was healed the bump grew a bit more larger than it was. So i started to be more concern abt it. This is now the time i try taking off the bar for the first time. Bcuz of it i confirmed that both holes are healed. No redness nor swelling nor pain. It was just a bit itchy and cuz its my first time taking it off for few yrs.
I did some experimental remedies of trying to atleast lessen the bump and observe it. Tried spraying alcohol, warm saltwater mixture, taking out the bar before going to bed, changed the bar into a stud earring instead Etc etc. what ive observed, when taking out the bar and wearing it again in the morning the holes gains redness while the bumps only seems to be getting more firm (hard? Almost like boney bump feeling)
That’s all i need to say abt this T-T. I would rlly appreciate you can drop off some suggestions here or any helpful comments abt since im planning to permanently try to heal this thing without any jewelry but im scared that it would only grow worse since I’ve seen how keloids only grow bigger even after the jewelry was removed.
The photos i attached are how it looks like now fresh out from the stud earring im was using just now.
Thank you in advance.
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Then around bermonths of 2023, my piercing got hit (idk remember exactly how or by what) but yeh, bcuz of that, the bumps had discharge (transparent and yellow one) for quite sometime. I healed it but what i noticed is that after it was healed the bump grew a bit more larger than it was. So i started to be more concern abt it. This is now the time i try taking off the bar for the first time. Bcuz of it i confirmed that both holes are healed. No redness nor swelling nor pain. It was just a bit itchy and cuz its my first time taking it off for few yrs.
I did some experimental remedies of trying to atleast lessen the bump and observe it. Tried spraying alcohol, warm saltwater mixture, taking out the bar before going to bed, changed the bar into a stud earring instead Etc etc. what ive observed, when taking out the bar and wearing it again in the morning the holes gains redness while the bumps only seems to be getting more firm (hard? Almost like boney bump feeling)
That’s all i need to say abt this T-T. I would rlly appreciate you can drop off some suggestions here or any helpful comments abt since im planning to permanently try to heal this thing without any jewelry but im scared that it would only grow worse since I’ve seen how keloids only grow bigger even after the jewelry was removed.
The photos i attached are how it looks like now fresh out from the stud earring im was using just now.
Thank you in advance.
2024.05.19 11:18 PowerMinute1922 The Man who screams at Daybreak
My last flat was unbearable.
I mean, you try having a family of 11 live above you, when half of them are under the age of 8. Also try having a pair of raging alcoholic neighbours on either side of you. A pair who were once married to each other. My eyes rivalled that of pigeons’ due to no sleep.
I lasted a total of 21 days. I know, new record huh? I just about shoved the keys back in the grubby hands of my landlord when I finally saw the lunacy inscribed on his face. No wonder the rent was dirt cheap.
So I was back on the road, not on the streets though. Luckily enough I started questioning the flat by day 8, looked around for another place by day 15, and made a decision to get the hell out on day 18. 3 days of packing and it was bye-bye.
My new place seemed all the better too: yes, the rent was more expensive, and yes, it only has 2 bedrooms. But at least it was a house, one where pesky neighbours were at least 5 metres away. On my right, at least. On my left? Their house - thankfully - couldn’t even be seen where I stood.
Parking my car, I skipped up towards my new house with my fresh set of keys. And on entering? Silence. Perfect still silence. Thank the Lord. I basked in it for a while before returning to my car, unloading some of my baggage. It took 3-4 hauls, but I managed to fit it into one of the bedrooms. Thankfully, the rest of my things were to be brought by moving vans in about an hour.
I envisioned what the house could look like with a few finishing touches.
“But first…”
I eyed the 2 rooms. “Mine!”
The room I had chosen to be mine gave a bright view of my own smaller garden, as well as a portion of my right neighbour’s house, but that didn’t matter much. The view in the other room would suck: just my car and some reeds.
I was just about done heaving some of my baggage into my newly-chosen room when the doorbell gave an obnoxious ring. I stood, fighting the urge to just run away into one of my rooms when it beeped again.
Reaching the door, I eyed out of the peephole to see nothing but an opaque whiteness. I guess the downside in this house is that the last tenant was a slob. I eyed some of the yellowing walls. Sighing, I opened the door.
“Hello! We’re your neighbours, Jack and Sally, and we live just there,” She motioned towards my right, “We came to introduce ourselves, and to let you know that if you ever need anything, we’re right here.”
She then shoved a basket full of biscuits at my chest, a motherly-smile stretched around her lips. She turned to leave, husband - clearly forced to follow her - in tow, when she turned around.
“Your name, dear?”
“Leen!” I shouted after her.
“Perfect.”
And perfect it was, I thought. Neighbours that respect their distance from you, and give you food? I eyed the delicious snacks in front of me. Definitely an upgrade.
Though it was at dawn the very next day that I woke up, shook.
~
See, I was just sleeping in my newly delivered bed when I heard it. Something that sounded like a bird, a huge caw, before it alternated into different pitches. Disoriented, I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes in order to focus better. But it just made me more confused.
It sounded like a chicken.
As far as I know, this new place was not the countryside, nor farmland. So what? And why?
I stepped up to my window to take a good look outside. I wouldn’t keep a rooster in my home that’s for sure. Whatever it was, it was coming from…
My jaw dropped.
I closed my eyes and scrubbed at them harshly.
Please tell me why I opened my eyes and saw the exact same thing.
A man, on his haunches, face pointed towards the sky, was making rooster noises.
And he was on my neighbours’ garden. The ones I met earlier.
He looked absolutely demented. I wasn’t even scared then, just flabbergasted. I wasted no time calling the police at this disturbing nuisance.
When they arrived though, I saw my neighbours’ shoot straight from their house, speaking or…was it pleading? With the officers. What on Earth..?
Anyway, it was their problem now, so I went back to bed. I had a whole bunch of chores the next day, and had to get it all sorted before I returned to work.
Shutting my eyes, I wished for peace. And quiet, thank you very much.
~
At last, I woke up at 10 AM. By 1 PM, I had sorted my clothing into its respective drawers, and had decorated my bedroom walls, including a new golden addition. And now? I had food cooking on the stove. It felt satisfying, having cleaned up and now awaiting the prize of food.
I scrolled on my phone as I waited for the pasta to cook, before another ding turned my attention towards the door.
“Huh, what now?”
Unfortunately I hadn’t cleaned the peephole yet, so I had to open the door. There stood Jack and Sally. Or Sally and Jack. Jack looked lost. Sally stared deep into my eyes.
“Was it you?”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“That called the police last night?”
I recalled the past night, and gave her a thumbs up, hoping my smile was reassuring. “Yep, don’t worry, that lunatic will not be coming back ever again. He can go to the zoo if he wants to squawk.”
I should’ve taken the cue from Jack’s paling face, but Sally grabbed hold of me. “Listen here, okay? That man, the one you called the police on...” She trembled, “He’s my son! You can’t do that! He was not even on your property!”
My eyes widened. “He’s…your son?”
“Of course! How can you not see that?”
Nodding at her, I relinquished myself from the hold she had on my arms. “Okay then, sorry for the call. But I do have to mention something,” Jack started to shake his head behind his wife, but I ignored the little-to-say man, “Is there any way you can keep the noise down to a minimum? Honestly, your son has vocal cords of steel! It would wake the entire neighbourhood at this rate.”
Sally stared pointedly at me, then took a look around my house. “Very well.”
She grabbed her husband’s arm as she turned to leave, and I caught the slightest look of fear in his eyes before he was abruptly pulled away.
I dismissed it - and the sinking feeling - on discovering my very soft, overcooked pasta when I came back into my home though.
I managed to also do one thing before wrapping up: I cleaned out my door's peephole. Now I wouldn't have to open the door to know it's them. I'd just speak at them from the inside if they were to come back.
~
I woke, jolting out of my bed the very next morning, or night. I checked my bedside clock to see it was 3:50 AM. The cock-a-doodle-doo was breaking into my head. I grasped my hair in frustration, knowing that I didn’t have the madman’s parents phone numbers’ to call, or maybe scream at them. It was the exact same thing as the day before! Except…maybe…
I strained my ear.
It sounded a lot closer.
My hands, for some reason, became clammy instantly, and the urgent thumping of my own heart - the fragility of my own life - became all the more prominent.
I tiptoed to my window and peeked outside. Nothing.
I then slowly treaded to my spare bedroom, and pulled the curtains apart. Zilch. Nada. Though…
Almost as if under a spell, my head turned towards my main door. I…I could somehow feel it. Just to confirm though, I peeked out of the door-hole.
And with a slam, I collapsed in my new, dream home.
~
When I came to, I was lying on white sheets, and a bright white light hung over me.
A hospital.
I was in my own room, which I found odd. It was not like I needed it. But then a doctor walked in, followed by 3 other people, and it all made sense. Everything - blurs and sureness - melted into a perfect picture.
Sally, Jack, and their son.
He couldn’t be more than 17 really. Though he looked 37 a few hours ago. Face pressed against the glass of my peephole, mouth wide open towards it, eyes pointing in different directions as his face reddened and contorted.
I was deaf in one moment. Then came the COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
Of course I fainted. Who could blame me?
“Good afternoon, I’m Dr Lam. You’re in A&E right now. Are you able to tell me your full name and date of birth?
My voice answered the Doctor’s questions, but my eyes stared dazed at the youngster’s abdomen, not daring to reachhis its eyes.
“Well, nothing seems to be wrong with you. You may have just been dehydrated. Did you have any headache or pain before you fainted?”
I replied in the negative.
“Luckily, your friends’ son had found you passed out, and ensured your speedy arrival to hospital, so I wouldn’t be worried about any damage.”
My eyes finally strayed, looking towards the ground. I held the nauseousness of bile down my throat. Following a brief check-up, I was allowed to leave.
And 2 people and a demon followed me out.
“Well, Leen, that should give you a lesson,”
Sally.
I turned towards the family, who stood in a 3 person arc. Only 1 managed to look away, equal parts shame and guilt. I don’t need to mention who that was.
“Don’t worry. You can look at me, I don’t bite: not now and not at dawn,” a strained voice whispered at me. “I promise, it’s only at dawn when I…when I…”
“Hush Dean, don’t work your voice that much. You’ll need to save it for later.”
I was still dizzy. That didn’t stop me from running half-hobbled to the taxi stand, where I begged and claimed to many that I would provide double payment if they were to take me to my house.
It took a while, but I managed to pack some of my clothes. There was no way in hell I was sleeping at that damned house again, not now, not ever. I called and booked at a nearby hotel in the meantime.
I was done packing necessities by the evening. Walking out of my house, I saw no sign of those three. I would have been relieved, had I not come face to face with than one thing: standing in my garden, leaning against my car. My breathing picked up instantly.
Dean
It stood with its back resting against my car. And It noticed me immediately. Seems like it was just waiting for me to notice it.
“Are you leaving?” It sounded almost sad, but I needed it to move away, or my only way out of there would be in jeopardy.
“For the night.” My answer? Almost smooth, but even I could hear the first shake in my voice.
It nodded though. “Okay.” And he moved from my car. I counted the distance. 1 metre. 2. 2.5-
It made a sudden dash at me as I - in flight response - ran frantically to the driver’s seat, locking the door. I came in half-squashed, my backpack still on my back. But I didn’t care.
Its face was pressed against the window.
“Mum is waiting for a person that will like me for me, not run away. You’re supposed to like me.” It said, matter-of-factly. It then wailed, and sunk beneath the car window.
I did not dare to sit up and see what it was doing.
I didn’t even need to though. The sound came a split-second later.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
Tears spilled from my eyes. My limbs felt weak. I couldn’t even breathe. It suddenly sprang up to the window. Eyes enlarged: looking at me and everywhere at once.
“I can actually tur-COCK- in the day too, but M-DOODLE- said it would be too much for you,” wheezing, it exclaimed again before adding, “but this is ME. Do you-do you, do you like me?”
With dead limbs I weighed my foot on the pedal, and jump-started the car to speed off. My head shook left-and-right in response, stomach heaving with nausea.
Human preservation kicked me into taking proper control of the car when I saw, out of the rear view mirror, Sally. This time with a rope, which locked around the creature’s neck before she tugged, drawing it into her house. At one point we locked eyes. And what do I mean by we?
Answer: the 2 of them and me.
It was honestly a miracle that I did not get into a road traffic accident.
I spent 3 days living in the hotel after that, my job long-forgotten in the aftermath.
By day 4 I broke down and called my older sister, asking to stay at her place for a while. Her house and area seemed fine the times I’d stopped over. I guess I clearly did not seem right though, as she many-a-time asked me what was wrong. My answer? Stress. She persisted, years of living together as kids helping her figure out my lies, though she ultimately gave up after a week. She knew it was something I didn’t want to share, and that I was safe now. That was enough for her.
For me? I guess at the time I so badly wanted to tell someone. Though it couldn’t be my sister. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. Nor see if she’d even believe me, or instead rank me at the same IQ level as her two 5-year-olds.
For a few weeks, I stayed with my sister and her family, reassuring both her and myself that I was fine. Thankfully, we worked together to find a small apartment. Next to a kids school too - bonus points. I now craved safety above all else. After moving out though, I realised I needed my belongings back.
So, who picked up my stuff from that cursed residence, you ask? The moving people. I called the police from a random phone booth first to head over to that area, emphasising on seeing some suspicious looking men, whilst I got them to collect everything. I did not dare to call the police on that family though. I would prefer if the link between me and them got cut, drawn and quartered.
So now I’m here, in an apartment which thankfully hasn’t shown any sign of insanity. Inspecting my belongings, I noticed that there was one thing missing.
My gold frame, used to encase my make-shift certificate - made by yours truly after her 21-day record from the previous apartment - was gone.
I felt somewhat miffed, but then I realised something.
Something which can maybe bring the light out in this whole situation.
I counted carefully. I broke my record.
With a grand stay of 2 days. Now that - that I don’t think I’d ever be able to beat.
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I mean, you try having a family of 11 live above you, when half of them are under the age of 8. Also try having a pair of raging alcoholic neighbours on either side of you. A pair who were once married to each other. My eyes rivalled that of pigeons’ due to no sleep.
I lasted a total of 21 days. I know, new record huh? I just about shoved the keys back in the grubby hands of my landlord when I finally saw the lunacy inscribed on his face. No wonder the rent was dirt cheap.
So I was back on the road, not on the streets though. Luckily enough I started questioning the flat by day 8, looked around for another place by day 15, and made a decision to get the hell out on day 18. 3 days of packing and it was bye-bye.
My new place seemed all the better too: yes, the rent was more expensive, and yes, it only has 2 bedrooms. But at least it was a house, one where pesky neighbours were at least 5 metres away. On my right, at least. On my left? Their house - thankfully - couldn’t even be seen where I stood.
Parking my car, I skipped up towards my new house with my fresh set of keys. And on entering? Silence. Perfect still silence. Thank the Lord. I basked in it for a while before returning to my car, unloading some of my baggage. It took 3-4 hauls, but I managed to fit it into one of the bedrooms. Thankfully, the rest of my things were to be brought by moving vans in about an hour.
I envisioned what the house could look like with a few finishing touches.
“But first…”
I eyed the 2 rooms. “Mine!”
The room I had chosen to be mine gave a bright view of my own smaller garden, as well as a portion of my right neighbour’s house, but that didn’t matter much. The view in the other room would suck: just my car and some reeds.
I was just about done heaving some of my baggage into my newly-chosen room when the doorbell gave an obnoxious ring. I stood, fighting the urge to just run away into one of my rooms when it beeped again.
Reaching the door, I eyed out of the peephole to see nothing but an opaque whiteness. I guess the downside in this house is that the last tenant was a slob. I eyed some of the yellowing walls. Sighing, I opened the door.
“Hello! We’re your neighbours, Jack and Sally, and we live just there,” She motioned towards my right, “We came to introduce ourselves, and to let you know that if you ever need anything, we’re right here.”
She then shoved a basket full of biscuits at my chest, a motherly-smile stretched around her lips. She turned to leave, husband - clearly forced to follow her - in tow, when she turned around.
“Your name, dear?”
“Leen!” I shouted after her.
“Perfect.”
And perfect it was, I thought. Neighbours that respect their distance from you, and give you food? I eyed the delicious snacks in front of me. Definitely an upgrade.
Though it was at dawn the very next day that I woke up, shook.
~
See, I was just sleeping in my newly delivered bed when I heard it. Something that sounded like a bird, a huge caw, before it alternated into different pitches. Disoriented, I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes in order to focus better. But it just made me more confused.
It sounded like a chicken.
As far as I know, this new place was not the countryside, nor farmland. So what? And why?
I stepped up to my window to take a good look outside. I wouldn’t keep a rooster in my home that’s for sure. Whatever it was, it was coming from…
My jaw dropped.
I closed my eyes and scrubbed at them harshly.
Please tell me why I opened my eyes and saw the exact same thing.
A man, on his haunches, face pointed towards the sky, was making rooster noises.
And he was on my neighbours’ garden. The ones I met earlier.
He looked absolutely demented. I wasn’t even scared then, just flabbergasted. I wasted no time calling the police at this disturbing nuisance.
When they arrived though, I saw my neighbours’ shoot straight from their house, speaking or…was it pleading? With the officers. What on Earth..?
Anyway, it was their problem now, so I went back to bed. I had a whole bunch of chores the next day, and had to get it all sorted before I returned to work.
Shutting my eyes, I wished for peace. And quiet, thank you very much.
~
At last, I woke up at 10 AM. By 1 PM, I had sorted my clothing into its respective drawers, and had decorated my bedroom walls, including a new golden addition. And now? I had food cooking on the stove. It felt satisfying, having cleaned up and now awaiting the prize of food.
I scrolled on my phone as I waited for the pasta to cook, before another ding turned my attention towards the door.
“Huh, what now?”
Unfortunately I hadn’t cleaned the peephole yet, so I had to open the door. There stood Jack and Sally. Or Sally and Jack. Jack looked lost. Sally stared deep into my eyes.
“Was it you?”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“That called the police last night?”
I recalled the past night, and gave her a thumbs up, hoping my smile was reassuring. “Yep, don’t worry, that lunatic will not be coming back ever again. He can go to the zoo if he wants to squawk.”
I should’ve taken the cue from Jack’s paling face, but Sally grabbed hold of me. “Listen here, okay? That man, the one you called the police on...” She trembled, “He’s my son! You can’t do that! He was not even on your property!”
My eyes widened. “He’s…your son?”
“Of course! How can you not see that?”
Nodding at her, I relinquished myself from the hold she had on my arms. “Okay then, sorry for the call. But I do have to mention something,” Jack started to shake his head behind his wife, but I ignored the little-to-say man, “Is there any way you can keep the noise down to a minimum? Honestly, your son has vocal cords of steel! It would wake the entire neighbourhood at this rate.”
Sally stared pointedly at me, then took a look around my house. “Very well.”
She grabbed her husband’s arm as she turned to leave, and I caught the slightest look of fear in his eyes before he was abruptly pulled away.
I dismissed it - and the sinking feeling - on discovering my very soft, overcooked pasta when I came back into my home though.
I managed to also do one thing before wrapping up: I cleaned out my door's peephole. Now I wouldn't have to open the door to know it's them. I'd just speak at them from the inside if they were to come back.
~
I woke, jolting out of my bed the very next morning, or night. I checked my bedside clock to see it was 3:50 AM. The cock-a-doodle-doo was breaking into my head. I grasped my hair in frustration, knowing that I didn’t have the madman’s parents phone numbers’ to call, or maybe scream at them. It was the exact same thing as the day before! Except…maybe…
I strained my ear.
It sounded a lot closer.
My hands, for some reason, became clammy instantly, and the urgent thumping of my own heart - the fragility of my own life - became all the more prominent.
I tiptoed to my window and peeked outside. Nothing.
I then slowly treaded to my spare bedroom, and pulled the curtains apart. Zilch. Nada. Though…
Almost as if under a spell, my head turned towards my main door. I…I could somehow feel it. Just to confirm though, I peeked out of the door-hole.
And with a slam, I collapsed in my new, dream home.
~
When I came to, I was lying on white sheets, and a bright white light hung over me.
A hospital.
I was in my own room, which I found odd. It was not like I needed it. But then a doctor walked in, followed by 3 other people, and it all made sense. Everything - blurs and sureness - melted into a perfect picture.
Sally, Jack, and their son.
He couldn’t be more than 17 really. Though he looked 37 a few hours ago. Face pressed against the glass of my peephole, mouth wide open towards it, eyes pointing in different directions as his face reddened and contorted.
I was deaf in one moment. Then came the COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
Of course I fainted. Who could blame me?
“Good afternoon, I’m Dr Lam. You’re in A&E right now. Are you able to tell me your full name and date of birth?
My voice answered the Doctor’s questions, but my eyes stared dazed at the youngster’s abdomen, not daring to reach
“Well, nothing seems to be wrong with you. You may have just been dehydrated. Did you have any headache or pain before you fainted?”
I replied in the negative.
“Luckily, your friends’ son had found you passed out, and ensured your speedy arrival to hospital, so I wouldn’t be worried about any damage.”
My eyes finally strayed, looking towards the ground. I held the nauseousness of bile down my throat. Following a brief check-up, I was allowed to leave.
And 2 people and a demon followed me out.
“Well, Leen, that should give you a lesson,”
Sally.
I turned towards the family, who stood in a 3 person arc. Only 1 managed to look away, equal parts shame and guilt. I don’t need to mention who that was.
“Don’t worry. You can look at me, I don’t bite: not now and not at dawn,” a strained voice whispered at me. “I promise, it’s only at dawn when I…when I…”
“Hush Dean, don’t work your voice that much. You’ll need to save it for later.”
I was still dizzy. That didn’t stop me from running half-hobbled to the taxi stand, where I begged and claimed to many that I would provide double payment if they were to take me to my house.
It took a while, but I managed to pack some of my clothes. There was no way in hell I was sleeping at that damned house again, not now, not ever. I called and booked at a nearby hotel in the meantime.
I was done packing necessities by the evening. Walking out of my house, I saw no sign of those three. I would have been relieved, had I not come face to face with than one thing: standing in my garden, leaning against my car. My breathing picked up instantly.
Dean
It stood with its back resting against my car. And It noticed me immediately. Seems like it was just waiting for me to notice it.
“Are you leaving?” It sounded almost sad, but I needed it to move away, or my only way out of there would be in jeopardy.
“For the night.” My answer? Almost smooth, but even I could hear the first shake in my voice.
It nodded though. “Okay.” And he moved from my car. I counted the distance. 1 metre. 2. 2.5-
It made a sudden dash at me as I - in flight response - ran frantically to the driver’s seat, locking the door. I came in half-squashed, my backpack still on my back. But I didn’t care.
Its face was pressed against the window.
“Mum is waiting for a person that will like me for me, not run away. You’re supposed to like me.” It said, matter-of-factly. It then wailed, and sunk beneath the car window.
I did not dare to sit up and see what it was doing.
I didn’t even need to though. The sound came a split-second later.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
Tears spilled from my eyes. My limbs felt weak. I couldn’t even breathe. It suddenly sprang up to the window. Eyes enlarged: looking at me and everywhere at once.
“I can actually tur-COCK- in the day too, but M-DOODLE- said it would be too much for you,” wheezing, it exclaimed again before adding, “but this is ME. Do you-do you, do you like me?”
With dead limbs I weighed my foot on the pedal, and jump-started the car to speed off. My head shook left-and-right in response, stomach heaving with nausea.
Human preservation kicked me into taking proper control of the car when I saw, out of the rear view mirror, Sally. This time with a rope, which locked around the creature’s neck before she tugged, drawing it into her house. At one point we locked eyes. And what do I mean by we?
Answer: the 2 of them and me.
It was honestly a miracle that I did not get into a road traffic accident.
By day 4 I broke down and called my older sister, asking to stay at her place for a while. Her house and area seemed fine the times I’d stopped over. I guess I clearly did not seem right though, as she many-a-time asked me what was wrong. My answer? Stress. She persisted, years of living together as kids helping her figure out my lies, though she ultimately gave up after a week. She knew it was something I didn’t want to share, and that I was safe now. That was enough for her.
For me? I guess at the time I so badly wanted to tell someone. Though it couldn’t be my sister. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. Nor see if she’d even believe me, or instead rank me at the same IQ level as her two 5-year-olds.
For a few weeks, I stayed with my sister and her family, reassuring both her and myself that I was fine. Thankfully, we worked together to find a small apartment. Next to a kids school too - bonus points. I now craved safety above all else. After moving out though, I realised I needed my belongings back.
So, who picked up my stuff from that cursed residence, you ask? The moving people. I called the police from a random phone booth first to head over to that area, emphasising on seeing some suspicious looking men, whilst I got them to collect everything. I did not dare to call the police on that family though. I would prefer if the link between me and them got cut, drawn and quartered.
So now I’m here, in an apartment which thankfully hasn’t shown any sign of insanity. Inspecting my belongings, I noticed that there was one thing missing.
My gold frame, used to encase my make-shift certificate - made by yours truly after her 21-day record from the previous apartment - was gone.
I felt somewhat miffed, but then I realised something.
Something which can maybe bring the light out in this whole situation.
I counted carefully. I broke my record.
With a grand stay of 2 days. Now that - that I don’t think I’d ever be able to beat.
2024.05.19 11:17 GuiltlessMaple Best Cardioid Microphones
 | submitted by GuiltlessMaple to u/GuiltlessMaple [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/8nkfks0ooc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=98151f985b2bdc3afd312e488992c3c98dcea249 Welcome to our comprehensive guide to cardioid microphones! Perfect for capturing clear and accurate audio, these microphones have become a go-to choice for many professionals and hobbyists alike. In this article, we'll be exploring the unique features and applications of cardioid microphones, as well as presenting our top product picks to help you make an informed choice. Stay tuned for all the details you need to know about these essential tools! So, whether you're a musician, podcaster, or just an audiophile looking to enhance your listening experience, our roundup of the best cardioid microphones on the market has you covered. Dive in to learn more about these reliable, versatile microphones, and discover the perfect option to suit your needs. The Top 7 Best Cardioid Microphones
Reviews🔗Insignia Wired Cardioid Omnidirectional USB Microphone with LED Indicatorhttps://preview.redd.it/e6w89f9poc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e52536d49670b6150bf957755f81409512d64754 The Insignia NS-LCBM22 Wired Cardioid & Omnidirectional USB Microphone is perfect for recording that vlog or podcast you've always wanted to start. With the user-friendly LED lights indicating power and muting, setting up is a breeze. The adjustable desk stand and knob make finding your perfect recording angle hassle-free. Featuring a cardioid and omnidirectional mode, this microphone captures your sound accurately and minimizes background noise. The included headphone jack lets you monitor your recordings in real-time for top-notch results. Although there have been some issues reported by users about the microphone suddenly stopping to work, overall, it's a highly recommended product within a reasonable price range. For those looking for a reliable and budget-friendly device, the Insignia NS-LCBM22 Wired Cardioid & Omnidirectional USB Microphone is an excellent choice! 🔗Nady CM 90: High-Sensitivity Cardioid Condenser Mic with Shockmounthttps://preview.redd.it/lekd5i4qoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c07cf81b9c01b2650f9f991192465c017c9a5016 The Nady CM 90 Cardioid Condenser Mic has been a game-changer in my recording studio. I've been using it for capturing the nuances of my acoustic guitar, snare drum, and piano, and it never fails to impress me with its high sensitivity and extended smooth response. The microphone's sturdy turned-brass housing and internal shockmount ensure that it can withstand even the toughest recording sessions. I also appreciate the fact that it comes with a microphone clip, foam windscreen, and a zipper pouch, making it easy to transport safely. One of the standout features of this microphone is its transformerless design, which minimizes self-noise. This has allowed me to capture even the subtlest details of my performances without any unwanted background noise. Additionally, the microphone requires 48V phantom power, so it's compatible with most professional mixing boards. However, there have been a few downsides to using this microphone. For instance, I found that it can sometimes be overly sensitive to certain sound sources, making it difficult to achieve the perfect balance in my recordings. Additionally, the microphone's construction, while sturdy, may not be able to withstand the rigors of constant touring or frequent use in a live environment. Overall, I would highly recommend the Nady CM 90 Cardioid Condenser Mic to anyone looking to capture high-quality audio recordings. Its versatile design, rugged construction, and impressive performance make it a great addition to any recording studio or live sound setup. While it may have a few shortcomings, the benefits far outweigh any drawbacks, making it a top choice for any serious musician or audio enthusiast. 🔗FDUCE SL40X XLR Dynamic Microphone for Vocal Recordinghttps://preview.redd.it/0n1er5bqoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f1d15f830e3d115673e9eb6d887d49ff6dd929c2 The FDUCE Sl40x XLR Dynamic Microphone has been a game-changer in my daily life. As a podcast enthusiast, I was on the hunt for a quality microphone that wouldn't break the bank. This microphone has exceeded my expectations by far! The voice isolation technology is the standout feature for me - it makes my voice sound so clear and pure, perfect for my podcasting needs. Setting it up was a breeze thanks to the plug and play compatibility, working seamlessly with my audio interface and mixer. The build quality is premium, giving me confidence that this microphone will last me for a long time. However, I would've liked if it included some free lessons or software, but that's a minor inconvenience. All in all, this microphone has enhanced my voice and has given my podcasting career a much-needed boost. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a reliable XLR dynamic microphone. 🔗Unidirectional Condenser Microphone Bundles for Studio Recording and Podcastinghttps://preview.redd.it/65j6e8pqoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f0d24417d875b670a641689654d855d4a3d8f6c I recently purchased the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle for my home studio setup, and I must say it has truly exceeded my expectations. I was initially drawn to its user-friendly design, which includes an informative assembly video and easy-to-follow instructions. In terms of performance, this microphone delivers excellent sound quality, capturing even the most subtle nuances of my vocals. The build quality is impressive as well, with a sturdy body that feels like it can withstand daily use without issue. One of the standout features of this microphone is its ease of use. Within minutes of unboxing, I had the entire bundle assembled and ready to go. Furthermore, the size and flexibility of the stand make it easy to position the microphone wherever needed, making it perfect for various recording scenarios. Overall, I believe the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle offers exceptional value for its price, providing professional-grade sound quality and durability without breaking the bank. However, there are a few minor drawbacks worth mentioning. Firstly, some users have reported issues with the sound card not working properly, though I personally have not experienced this issue. Additionally, the microphone requires phantom power to function, which may not be ideal for those who prefer USB-powered options. In conclusion, the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle is a fantastic choice for amateur and professional recording enthusiasts alike. With its affordable price point, top-notch sound quality, and user-friendly design, this product offers incredible value for its cost. So why not give it a shot and see how it can elevate your recording projects? 🔗AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair Microphoneshttps://preview.redd.it/sc9u184roc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4e344495379a587088ceb09d35c96c15a1e63908 I've been using the AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair for a while now, and I must say, it's a game-changer in my home studio. This pair of condenser microphones has a knack for capturing high-fidelity audio, making my recordings sound much more dynamic. One of the standout features of these microphones is their ability to switch between nine polar patterns. This flexibility allows me to tailor the sound capture for different applications, ranging from vocals to acoustic instruments like guitars or even percussion. The peak hold LED display is also incredibly useful, helping me avoid nasty overload peaks during live performances. The C414 XLII version stands out from its sibling, the C414 XLS, mainly because of its unique capsule design. This design gives the mic a slightly brighter sound compared to the XLS, while also offering impressive spatial reproduction that's reminiscent of the legendary AKG C12 microphone from 1953. On the downside, I've noticed that the C414 XLII can be quite sensitive to noise from surrounding sources, such as air conditioning systems. However, the built-in filter helps mitigate this issue, ensuring that my recordings remain clean and free of unwanted interference. Overall, I've been extremely impressed with the AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair. It's a versatile, high-quality microphone that has made a significant difference in the quality of my recordings. While it may be a bit pricey, I believe it's a worthwhile investment for anyone serious about capturing professional-sounding audio. 🔗PreSonus PM-2 Matched Pair Cardioid Condenser Microphoneshttps://preview.redd.it/qpxp7gfroc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c6278ddb6105dfc0b988ac6239c627666c67775f As a reviewer who's been using the PreSonus PM-2 microphones in my little home studio, I can't help but rave about them. These cardioid condenser mics are a gem, offering a surprising level of clarity and versatility for a budget-friendly price. One of the things that stood out to me was their ability to capture even the most subtle nuances of the acoustic guitar. The cardioid pattern helps deliver an amplified input audio, making it perfect for recording a range of instruments and ensembles. The golden touch doesn't stop there. The gold-sputtered capsule ensures enhanced conductivity, enabling efficient signal transmission. And did I mention how light they are? The ultra-light chassis makes them incredibly easy to handle and convenient to use. However, as with any product, there are some cons. Some users have reported issues of durability, with one microphone stopping working after just six hours of use. While this is a concern, it's important to note that these are budget-friendly mics and may not withstand the same level of abuse as higher-priced models. Overall, I'd say the PreSonus PM-2 microphones are a fantastic choice for anyone looking to create detailed recordings in a studio setting. They offer great sound quality, especially when used in stereo mode. The build quality might not be top-notch, but the value they provide more than makes up for it. So, if you're on the hunt for affordable, high-quality mics, give these a try. 🔗Top-Ranking Karaoke Dynamic Mic with Shielded Cablehttps://preview.redd.it/yggyjzsroc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5b765ec15f5f3acc76725d974a3f559d2c708f40 I recently purchased the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic, and I must say, I am thoroughly impressed! As a frequent performer at weddings and conferences, I needed a reliable microphone that captured my voice perfectly without any background noise interference. The unidirectional Cardioid Pickup Pattern on this microphone did just that, enhancing my performances and keeping the focus on my voice. One of the highlights of this microphone is its sturdy build. The steel mesh windscreen and anti-dent ring make it incredibly durable, while its professional XLR connector ensures seamless compatibility with all PA systems. I also appreciated the brilliant and transparent sound quality it delivers, thanks to its ultra-wide frequency response and built-in Pop filter & windscreen. On the flip side, the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic might not be the best option for those who prefer a wireless microphone. Additionally, the lack of an on/off switch may be inconvenient for some users. Overall, I am extremely satisfied with the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic. Its combination of performance, durability, and versatility make it an excellent choice for any singer or performer looking to enhance their live performances. If you're in the market for a reliable microphone that won't let you down, I highly recommend giving this one a try! https://preview.redd.it/4300n0esoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a3b4c5a8c34e693cde2efcc520e29b14602f005 Buyer's Guidehttps://preview.redd.it/kzn2o1lsoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d73abb828c4fe25c4284c48ac4824f9f22b23f02 Important Features of Cardioid MicrophonesCardioid microphones are an essential tool for any recording setup, both in professional and home-studio environments. These microphones offer a directional pickup pattern, primarily capturing sound waves originating directly in front of the microphone while minimizing off-axis sound. This feature makes cardioid microphones particularly useful for reducing unwanted noise and echoes. Here are some important features to consider when looking for a cardioid microphone:
https://preview.redd.it/g3uj7i6toc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=99b03e03cc88b1b58fdcd4cf46a5f13316c60784 Considerations for Choosing a Cardioid MicrophoneWhen selecting a cardioid microphone, there are several factors you should consider to ensure that you get a microphone that meets your needs. These include:
https://preview.redd.it/sj9wdlitoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4a75e0b020f01dad21b5a5f66caa72a74836a0de General Advice for Using Cardioid MicrophonesTo make the most of your cardioid microphone, consider the following advice:
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2024.05.19 11:17 crimson_silhouette Flat in Murugeshpalya up for grabs!
 | Hello there, potential future tenant! submitted by crimson_silhouette to bangalorerentals [link] [comments] Have you ever dreamed of living 10 minutes away from the holy trinity of Indira Nagar, Koramangala, and MG Road? Well, dream no more! We have got not one, but two newly constructed flats up for grabs in the paradise called Murugeshpalya. Here are the deets: Rent: A mere 30k, because it's Bangalore (Water and power backup included because who likes living in the dark during a power cut) Location: Murugeshpalya–close enough to bask in the glory of nightlife and brunches, but far enough to avoid the hipster invasion. Perks: - Cool owners (no, seriously, we are the best, take my word for it). - Bring your vegetarian, non-vegetarian, or even cannibalistic tendencies, we don't judge. - Move in with your significant other – gf, bf, or an inflatable partner. No judgement here. -Enjoy night outs, responsible drinking, and coming home whenever you want. Because we don't like playing wannabe parents! Now, the one tiny thing or a big thing, depending on how big of a dog you have. No dogs. Hamsters, iguanas, imaginary friends - totally fine. Dogs, not so much. So, if you are ready to upgrade your living situation and want a place that feels like home, minus the dog hair, DM me! These flats won't last long. See pics for gloriousness. Looking forward to meeting you, Your cool future landlord. |
2024.05.19 11:16 Agitated_Tax_6716 My partner chastised me like a child then later accuses me of being the one abusing him.
Im stuck. I dont know if i need to vent, need advice or words of encouragement but I am ashamed to say that today I stood in front of my partner with my head down and crying while he berated me like a child after I told him about something the dog damaged.
I was nearly going to throw up and have a panic attack at the thought of telling him because I knew exactly how it would happen and low and behold it was exactly that.
There is no safe space and I hate how he makes me feel about myself. I remember standing there as 6yo me when my parents were doing the same thing. I'm a 38F so very much not a child.
How can someone work on childhood trauma and begin to heal if the environment they are trying to heal from is that exact space?
I've begged, pleaded, and tried a million ways for this man to understand but nothing is going to change.
I left the house and returned to him drunk and telling me that I am controlling him by crying. He then assumes that he knows exactly why I am upset and keeps pushing me until I raised my voice saying that is not what I am thinking as a reaction to him.
Suddenly I am now the abuser and he began to yell and when I said that you are upset at me for raising my voice but you are doing the same thing. His words... I don't care, I can do what I want and I don't give a shit about feminity bullshit. Whatever that means.
My head is swimming and I actually don't know what I need right now or how to feel. When he drinks he gets all belligerent and keeps pushing to fight and get a reaction out of me. I walked away from the conversation and said I cannot talk to him when I am feeling the way I am and we can talk later. In his mind, I'm controlling and no doubt he will be back for round 2 later.
My psychologist is on holidays and I don't have anyone close to reach out to so I'm trying to figure out what steps I need to take next for me emotionally and for my children (2 mine 1 ours). Thanks for making it this far.
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I was nearly going to throw up and have a panic attack at the thought of telling him because I knew exactly how it would happen and low and behold it was exactly that.
There is no safe space and I hate how he makes me feel about myself. I remember standing there as 6yo me when my parents were doing the same thing. I'm a 38F so very much not a child.
How can someone work on childhood trauma and begin to heal if the environment they are trying to heal from is that exact space?
I've begged, pleaded, and tried a million ways for this man to understand but nothing is going to change.
I left the house and returned to him drunk and telling me that I am controlling him by crying. He then assumes that he knows exactly why I am upset and keeps pushing me until I raised my voice saying that is not what I am thinking as a reaction to him.
Suddenly I am now the abuser and he began to yell and when I said that you are upset at me for raising my voice but you are doing the same thing. His words... I don't care, I can do what I want and I don't give a shit about feminity bullshit. Whatever that means.
My head is swimming and I actually don't know what I need right now or how to feel. When he drinks he gets all belligerent and keeps pushing to fight and get a reaction out of me. I walked away from the conversation and said I cannot talk to him when I am feeling the way I am and we can talk later. In his mind, I'm controlling and no doubt he will be back for round 2 later.
My psychologist is on holidays and I don't have anyone close to reach out to so I'm trying to figure out what steps I need to take next for me emotionally and for my children (2 mine 1 ours). Thanks for making it this far.
2024.05.19 11:16 anxendoveins I hate being harassed
Writing this because yesterday I was just spending a nice day with my sister in a city close to where we live (we're both away from home for study reasons, so we decided to meet halfway) when this guy, who was sitting near a bar, started to shout things at me. He first went like: "Ah, take off that sunglasses and let me see your eyes baby." We both just proceeded to walk and ignore him, but then he started to shout extremely vulgar things, the most terrible one was: "With that hair (my hair are pretty long and I was wearing them in a ponytail) you should see how I could grab you and destroy you (I guess in a sexual way)." I felt both disgusted, scared and angry, but the best we could do was just ignoring him and walking away as fast as we could. We were not even in a lonely street, there were a bunch of other people around us but that dickhead proceeded to say those things to me anyways, while another guy close to him was chuckling as if he was watching a comedy show.
I'm so tired of being harassed and having to go around with the constant fear of someone following/harassing me for whatever is going on in their shitty head. It was not the first time, and as I was on the traain to go back to the city where I'm staying for my studies I was thinking about the disturbing amount of times during the last year where something like this happened to me (and one of those was also physical, sadly), also considering the fact that I don't travel that much. I hate the fact that whenever this happens, I feel guilty for how I look like or I start to wonder if I was wearing too much make-up or too much revealing clothes (which I was not since I don't like revealing clothes that much and so I usually never wear them; this time I was wearing baggy jeans and a simple white t-shirt). The thing which hurts me the most is hearing from people (such as my parents or family members) to be more careful and to "hide" myself more when I go around... but what the hell? I should be free to wear whatever the hell I want.
I feel both mad and disgusted. I perfectly know that things like this might happen to men too (but let's be honest: numbers are way higher for women) and I don't wanna sound like a victim at all, but sometimes existing as a woman just feels like a curse to me.
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I'm so tired of being harassed and having to go around with the constant fear of someone following/harassing me for whatever is going on in their shitty head. It was not the first time, and as I was on the traain to go back to the city where I'm staying for my studies I was thinking about the disturbing amount of times during the last year where something like this happened to me (and one of those was also physical, sadly), also considering the fact that I don't travel that much. I hate the fact that whenever this happens, I feel guilty for how I look like or I start to wonder if I was wearing too much make-up or too much revealing clothes (which I was not since I don't like revealing clothes that much and so I usually never wear them; this time I was wearing baggy jeans and a simple white t-shirt). The thing which hurts me the most is hearing from people (such as my parents or family members) to be more careful and to "hide" myself more when I go around... but what the hell? I should be free to wear whatever the hell I want.
I feel both mad and disgusted. I perfectly know that things like this might happen to men too (but let's be honest: numbers are way higher for women) and I don't wanna sound like a victim at all, but sometimes existing as a woman just feels like a curse to me.
2024.05.19 11:16 Forevermorelenore Biggest front desk horror story you heard in a while…. (Cheaters edition)
So it’s my fourth day working at a new hotel and I come in the a.m. shift I’m working alone and I look at the arrivals and what do I see my kids dad name! ( in my head I’m like no fkn way)
so I click into the res. and Yep it’s him his phone number and a little note saying guest is asking for a 12 o’clock check-in. This is on a Friday (as far as I know he supposed to working on Fridays.) (Now we were together 20 years. We had a nasty breakup 6 years prior)
He went to live his best life with some other woman and they were building together got a house and everything. (He hadn’t seen our kids in a month and he does not pay child support.)(Anyhow I think to myself why is he coming to hotel at 12 o’clock on Friday when he has a long-term girlfriend.) (Who know maybe some issue with their house)
Fast forward to check in time. I’m about to go home, here He comes strolling in looking good alone. (Hhmm?)I step away because I don’t want him to see me. My coworker checks him in. Then I walked to the front a few minutes later and he must’ve walked out of the hotel because he comes back in. With a young lady, about the age of our oldest daughter about 25ish! NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!
I was absolutely shocked. He looked me in the face. I looked him in the face. We both looked away and we never spoke of it now this happened about two months ago, but I’m gonna say it really actually made me not like that job. Kinda ruined it for me.
As for his girlfriend two weeks later she took all their pictures off FB (oh I texted him a week like later and asked if he could take the kids for a holiday, he said no because he’s looking for a apartment.) I thought to myself how she never liked my kids and she never motivated him to get his kids and when our kids went to their house, she would let her teenage daughter be mean to my younger pre-teen daughter. I felt like she got a big piece of crap and so did I and she didn’t win and she help build a divide for nothing. She got her karma. And the universe is a crazy place.
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so I click into the res. and Yep it’s him his phone number and a little note saying guest is asking for a 12 o’clock check-in. This is on a Friday (as far as I know he supposed to working on Fridays.) (Now we were together 20 years. We had a nasty breakup 6 years prior)
He went to live his best life with some other woman and they were building together got a house and everything. (He hadn’t seen our kids in a month and he does not pay child support.)(Anyhow I think to myself why is he coming to hotel at 12 o’clock on Friday when he has a long-term girlfriend.) (Who know maybe some issue with their house)
Fast forward to check in time. I’m about to go home, here He comes strolling in looking good alone. (Hhmm?)I step away because I don’t want him to see me. My coworker checks him in. Then I walked to the front a few minutes later and he must’ve walked out of the hotel because he comes back in. With a young lady, about the age of our oldest daughter about 25ish! NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!
I was absolutely shocked. He looked me in the face. I looked him in the face. We both looked away and we never spoke of it now this happened about two months ago, but I’m gonna say it really actually made me not like that job. Kinda ruined it for me.
As for his girlfriend two weeks later she took all their pictures off FB (oh I texted him a week like later and asked if he could take the kids for a holiday, he said no because he’s looking for a apartment.) I thought to myself how she never liked my kids and she never motivated him to get his kids and when our kids went to their house, she would let her teenage daughter be mean to my younger pre-teen daughter. I felt like she got a big piece of crap and so did I and she didn’t win and she help build a divide for nothing. She got her karma. And the universe is a crazy place.
2024.05.19 11:16 kannu_the_observer Sadhguru on his interference in Sadhdka's Life
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2024.05.19 11:15 Either_Instance9869 Boyfriend ditched me for an OF girl
hey guys im a [F22] and im feeling really lost right now so i thought i’d share my experience here in hopes of finding some support or at least understanding. i’ve been with my boyfriend [M24] for about a year now and everything seemed to be going great until a few weeks ago.
he started acting distant and i couldn’t figure out why. i tried talking to him about it but he just brushed it off saying he was stressed with work. i trusted him so i didn’t push further. but then, out of the blue, he broke up with me. i was devastated and demanded to know the real reason. after a lot of pushing, he finally admitted he had been following this girl on OF and had gotten really into her content.
i was shocked. like how can you throw away a real relationship for someone you don’t even know personally just because of some photos and videos. it hurt so much because i felt like i wasn’t enough for him. i even asked if there was something i could do to make things better but he said it wasn’t about me, it was about him and his needs.
i feel so confused and betrayed. how can someone prefer a virtual connection over a real one. am i really that replaceable. and how do i move on from this. has anyone else gone through something similar. how did you cope.
thanks for reading. i really needed to get this off my chest.
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he started acting distant and i couldn’t figure out why. i tried talking to him about it but he just brushed it off saying he was stressed with work. i trusted him so i didn’t push further. but then, out of the blue, he broke up with me. i was devastated and demanded to know the real reason. after a lot of pushing, he finally admitted he had been following this girl on OF and had gotten really into her content.
i was shocked. like how can you throw away a real relationship for someone you don’t even know personally just because of some photos and videos. it hurt so much because i felt like i wasn’t enough for him. i even asked if there was something i could do to make things better but he said it wasn’t about me, it was about him and his needs.
i feel so confused and betrayed. how can someone prefer a virtual connection over a real one. am i really that replaceable. and how do i move on from this. has anyone else gone through something similar. how did you cope.
thanks for reading. i really needed to get this off my chest.
2024.05.19 11:15 AgreeableMonkey Small triggers turning into a full blown relapse
I’m not really expecting replies, it’s 4am and I need to vent and see if I can go to sleep, but if you can relate hey there!
I’ve been trying to get my shit in order and having a “better quality of life”, reconnecting with friends, taking trips, self care, etc.
With all of that came the weight gain, it was very frustrating to go up 4 sizes, most of my clothes still fit because I used to wear oversized stuff, but of course it bothers me that now they actually fit. I tried to take the regular healthy weigh loss path and it wasn’t going great, it’s too complex and not seeing the change fast enough started driving me crazy.
Enter my friends, I know I’m responsible for my own triggers, but I’m also finding it impossible to deal with them.
A group of friends and I planned to go on a beach trip, I started struggling a bit ago and decided to open up about it with a friend that asked me if I was ok. Horrible mistake, he randomly asked me how much i weighed now and told me that starving myself made no sense cuz I would still look about the same. I had to cancel the beach trip, i felt the same way. I wasn’t losing as fast as im used to, and now I don’t feel like I can go outside of my house until it’s at least noticeably enough. I shouldn’t have said anything, now I feel like I need to at least look like I’m starving and I can’t be seen with my friends until then. It’s probably with good intentions but I’m sick of him asking me if I’m ok every other day, and then blurt out the most insensitive stuff ever. He’s the only one I plan to ask to stop cuz he’s making it worse.
I got into cooking and making gourmet meals, I have a friend that is a foodie and loves cooking too. But god, he eats SO much, really, it’s a lot, 3-5 course meals every time, but he is also so skinny. Since I do enjoy cooking he always sends pics of the process and what he’s eating. And I’m extremely jealous, I’m way shorter, but I hate how he can eat what I eat in a few days in one sitting and still be a tall lanky boy, I hate it. But I also don’t want to ask him to stop sending me stuff to avoid raising suspicions and I also don’t want him to ask me anything about EDs ever, especially because of how telling the other guy went.
I’ve been on a few short trips with other people and we took a lot of pictures, im trying to be more confortable with that too. No matter how much I lose I carry a lot of my weight on my legs. I was very happy about the pics until someone zoomed into one and talked about my strong calves. I think it was a compliment but it hurts, and hearing and thing about that makes me want to puke. I feel hopeless whenever someone says anything about it or mentions how tiny I used to be, so I ended up deleting the pictures and the rest of my Instagram with it. I’m a bit disappointed with that actually, because I thought we looked cute in it, but now I don’t want anyone seeing it or anything else I’m in.
Another of my friends is kind of a gym bro, more power to him tbh, I dread going to the gym. He’s during the cutting period and casually told me about fasting for multiple days to help with that and reset his body. That was the last drop, if he can do it why can’t I. But I can’t, I did it one day and I felt horrible, I can’t fast and lift at the same time, not that I lifted at all before he said that, but how can he do both and feel that well. I copied him and I look and feel horrible.
Maybe I just need to stop hanging with these guys and cry about not being tall and skinny like them. I really like them, but i think I take up too much space compared to them and I don’t want anyone to be able to see it. I don’t have any sort of gender dysphoria, but I keep wondering why can’t I look like them. I want to flee the country and not come back until I look how I used to, but I’m aware that I can’t and that’s a horrible idea anyway, but that’s the best excuse to disappear and not have to give weird excuses.
My birthday was a bit ago and it makes the year in which I’ve officially been disordered for more than half of my life. That’s depressing, it really does make me wonder if it’ll even truly go away or if I’m doomed to this cycle for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I want to go back to recovery, im a bit disappointed with myself both for gaining after it, even tho it was kinda obvious it was going to happen, but also for letting all these things affect me to the point I can’t sleep.
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I’ve been trying to get my shit in order and having a “better quality of life”, reconnecting with friends, taking trips, self care, etc.
With all of that came the weight gain, it was very frustrating to go up 4 sizes, most of my clothes still fit because I used to wear oversized stuff, but of course it bothers me that now they actually fit. I tried to take the regular healthy weigh loss path and it wasn’t going great, it’s too complex and not seeing the change fast enough started driving me crazy.
Enter my friends, I know I’m responsible for my own triggers, but I’m also finding it impossible to deal with them.
A group of friends and I planned to go on a beach trip, I started struggling a bit ago and decided to open up about it with a friend that asked me if I was ok. Horrible mistake, he randomly asked me how much i weighed now and told me that starving myself made no sense cuz I would still look about the same. I had to cancel the beach trip, i felt the same way. I wasn’t losing as fast as im used to, and now I don’t feel like I can go outside of my house until it’s at least noticeably enough. I shouldn’t have said anything, now I feel like I need to at least look like I’m starving and I can’t be seen with my friends until then. It’s probably with good intentions but I’m sick of him asking me if I’m ok every other day, and then blurt out the most insensitive stuff ever. He’s the only one I plan to ask to stop cuz he’s making it worse.
I got into cooking and making gourmet meals, I have a friend that is a foodie and loves cooking too. But god, he eats SO much, really, it’s a lot, 3-5 course meals every time, but he is also so skinny. Since I do enjoy cooking he always sends pics of the process and what he’s eating. And I’m extremely jealous, I’m way shorter, but I hate how he can eat what I eat in a few days in one sitting and still be a tall lanky boy, I hate it. But I also don’t want to ask him to stop sending me stuff to avoid raising suspicions and I also don’t want him to ask me anything about EDs ever, especially because of how telling the other guy went.
I’ve been on a few short trips with other people and we took a lot of pictures, im trying to be more confortable with that too. No matter how much I lose I carry a lot of my weight on my legs. I was very happy about the pics until someone zoomed into one and talked about my strong calves. I think it was a compliment but it hurts, and hearing and thing about that makes me want to puke. I feel hopeless whenever someone says anything about it or mentions how tiny I used to be, so I ended up deleting the pictures and the rest of my Instagram with it. I’m a bit disappointed with that actually, because I thought we looked cute in it, but now I don’t want anyone seeing it or anything else I’m in.
Another of my friends is kind of a gym bro, more power to him tbh, I dread going to the gym. He’s during the cutting period and casually told me about fasting for multiple days to help with that and reset his body. That was the last drop, if he can do it why can’t I. But I can’t, I did it one day and I felt horrible, I can’t fast and lift at the same time, not that I lifted at all before he said that, but how can he do both and feel that well. I copied him and I look and feel horrible.
Maybe I just need to stop hanging with these guys and cry about not being tall and skinny like them. I really like them, but i think I take up too much space compared to them and I don’t want anyone to be able to see it. I don’t have any sort of gender dysphoria, but I keep wondering why can’t I look like them. I want to flee the country and not come back until I look how I used to, but I’m aware that I can’t and that’s a horrible idea anyway, but that’s the best excuse to disappear and not have to give weird excuses.
My birthday was a bit ago and it makes the year in which I’ve officially been disordered for more than half of my life. That’s depressing, it really does make me wonder if it’ll even truly go away or if I’m doomed to this cycle for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I want to go back to recovery, im a bit disappointed with myself both for gaining after it, even tho it was kinda obvious it was going to happen, but also for letting all these things affect me to the point I can’t sleep.
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2024.05.19 11:13 sub-nivean I can’t take this anymore
I’ve been struggling with this disorder since before I was even a teenager.
I’m nearing my 30s,
I. Can’t. Take this. Anymore.
I’ve done literally everything I can.
I’ve tried every diet when I was young, then every lifestyle change that was realistic for me. I became vegan for a year and a half and lost 80 pounds, gained it back, lost some again, gained back. And the past few years has been me constantly losing 10-30 pounds and gaining it back. I’m not vegan anymore, and don’t want to be. And I can’t muster up the energy to do it again anyway. But it wasn’t about the vegan food, it was my commitment and will power.
Now it’s worse. My eating disorder has seemingly gotten worse in some ways and better in others.
A few months ago I got a gym membership and was also reading “brain over binge” and my eating had never been more balanced in my life. No calorie counting (which I still believe is helpful, but I was happy I didn’t feel like I needed to do it) no restricting every single thing I ate, no off limit anything. Just adding healthier foods, eating adequately, and working out.
But then I got a cold, I was sick for two weeks and couldn’t go to the gym. Which spiraled me into eating fast food too often, gaining a ton of weight quickly, and giving up entirely.
Then I gained so much weight and kept trying to control it that I got so sick of myself because I binged an entire bag of Doritos and a whole box of donuts, for the first time in 12 years I actually chose to restrict myself entirely and only eat foods that helped my eating disorder and physical and mental illnesses.
5 days later, I started eating like shit again, shocker. And it’s been a few more days, and I’ve binged again now.
I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!!! I’m sick to death of having no control over myself. I’m sick to death of the weight, the side effects of the food, spending any money I ever have on this. I spent 63 dollars in the past not even 24 hours on take out. I want to die. I give up.
Edit: also I ordered myself two small pizzas, a slurpy, donuts and candy all in the same night and when a family member came home I ate the food that was offered to me. Which was mozzarella sticks, chips, and a pretzel. Also cake and cookies. Which I ate some of each. I was already so full.
The other day when I binged and decided to restrict, it was also because the amount of food physically made my spine ache and pain medicine wouldn’t even take it away.
The food was pressing up against my FUCKING SPINE. I fucking hate myself and this disorder.
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I’m nearing my 30s,
I. Can’t. Take this. Anymore.
I’ve done literally everything I can.
I’ve tried every diet when I was young, then every lifestyle change that was realistic for me. I became vegan for a year and a half and lost 80 pounds, gained it back, lost some again, gained back. And the past few years has been me constantly losing 10-30 pounds and gaining it back. I’m not vegan anymore, and don’t want to be. And I can’t muster up the energy to do it again anyway. But it wasn’t about the vegan food, it was my commitment and will power.
Now it’s worse. My eating disorder has seemingly gotten worse in some ways and better in others.
A few months ago I got a gym membership and was also reading “brain over binge” and my eating had never been more balanced in my life. No calorie counting (which I still believe is helpful, but I was happy I didn’t feel like I needed to do it) no restricting every single thing I ate, no off limit anything. Just adding healthier foods, eating adequately, and working out.
But then I got a cold, I was sick for two weeks and couldn’t go to the gym. Which spiraled me into eating fast food too often, gaining a ton of weight quickly, and giving up entirely.
Then I gained so much weight and kept trying to control it that I got so sick of myself because I binged an entire bag of Doritos and a whole box of donuts, for the first time in 12 years I actually chose to restrict myself entirely and only eat foods that helped my eating disorder and physical and mental illnesses.
5 days later, I started eating like shit again, shocker. And it’s been a few more days, and I’ve binged again now.
I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!!! I’m sick to death of having no control over myself. I’m sick to death of the weight, the side effects of the food, spending any money I ever have on this. I spent 63 dollars in the past not even 24 hours on take out. I want to die. I give up.
Edit: also I ordered myself two small pizzas, a slurpy, donuts and candy all in the same night and when a family member came home I ate the food that was offered to me. Which was mozzarella sticks, chips, and a pretzel. Also cake and cookies. Which I ate some of each. I was already so full.
The other day when I binged and decided to restrict, it was also because the amount of food physically made my spine ache and pain medicine wouldn’t even take it away.
The food was pressing up against my FUCKING SPINE. I fucking hate myself and this disorder.
2024.05.19 11:13 anonymousspirit24 Brutal
My whole life changed in one day. I was moving to where to live, uprooting everything I knew to be with you. You had planned a marriage with me. We had planned our lives.
It’s been 6 weeks since you walked away because you couldn’t go through the hardship with me. You shattered my heart.
I cut contact with you only to fail at keeping it. Last night I cried and told you how angry I was because I walked past a place where we spent an evening so in love and so happy and you promised me the world. I didn’t expect to end up in that location and it’s destroyed me.
I am in so much pain because I didn’t think I’d be letting you go.
I am praying for the strength to move forward but it’s killing me.
I’ve even tried to date and I hate all of it. I know pain is healing but right now it doesn’t feel like healing it’s emotionally battering me. One minute I’m ok the next I want to die.
I miss you and hate you all at the same time.
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It’s been 6 weeks since you walked away because you couldn’t go through the hardship with me. You shattered my heart.
I cut contact with you only to fail at keeping it. Last night I cried and told you how angry I was because I walked past a place where we spent an evening so in love and so happy and you promised me the world. I didn’t expect to end up in that location and it’s destroyed me.
I am in so much pain because I didn’t think I’d be letting you go.
I am praying for the strength to move forward but it’s killing me.
I’ve even tried to date and I hate all of it. I know pain is healing but right now it doesn’t feel like healing it’s emotionally battering me. One minute I’m ok the next I want to die.
I miss you and hate you all at the same time.
2024.05.19 11:13 Stage-Piercing727 Best Cardboard Shooting Targets
 | submitted by Stage-Piercing727 to u/Stage-Piercing727 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/qw6sqgtqnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=154adf3973cb1816ff166cfcc01e402de219fdf2 Are you a hunter looking for the perfect target to test your aim? Look no further! We've compiled a roundup of the best cardboard shooting targets available on the market. From long- range to close-range targets, we've got you covered. Join us as we dive into the world of cardboard shooting targets and find the perfect solution for your next shooting session. The Top 12 Best Cardboard Shooting Targets
Reviews🔗Premium Reversa Cardboard Shooting Targethttps://preview.redd.it/krm1q06rnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=06fa5be730d7297686d80cab01ed57ada62f9a11 I recently found myself in need of a corrugated clay pigeon target for my backyard shooting range. After doing some research, I stumbled upon the ReVersa Corrugated Target. At first glance, the design caught my eye with its brightly colored, 13 target-printed front that made it easy to aim at. Setting it up was a breeze thanks to the pre-tabbed reverse side capable of holding up to 12 clay pigeons. I opted to purchase the ReVersa stands as well, and in no time at all, the target was set and ready to use. The portability of this target system was definitely a win for me, as it provided a quick and easy solution for my impromptu shooting sessions. Upon continuous use, however, I did notice a few drawbacks to the product. The cover for the holes wasn't the most durable, and I found that the target would start to disintegrate after just a few uses. Additionally, some of the target features were a bit harder to see from a distance, making it challenging to accurately aim my shots. All in all, the ReVersa Corrugated Target proved to be a reliable and portable clay pigeon target for my shooting needs. While it did have its drawbacks, it still performed its primary function well and provided a visually appealing design. As someone who frequently participates in shooting sports, this target would be a valuable asset to anyone looking to practice or test their skills. 🔗Rimfire Dueling Tree with 8 Spring-Loaded Targetshttps://preview.redd.it/c31hegornc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0bd26f62b80aaf020b3363c7d14213882f737f22 Cabela's Rimfire Dueling Tree is a fun and challenging accessory for your target shooting adventures. This steel target features 8 spring-loaded flip targets, providing hours of shooting enjoyment. The 4-to-a-side design is perfect for challenging a friend, and the wide base along with stakes ensures stability wherever you place it. The targets range from 1.5" to 3" in diameter, all rated for. 22 rimfire soft-lead bullets only. In my experience, this Cabela's Rimfire Dueling Tree exceeded my expectations in terms of build quality. The targets are solid and well-built, making them durable and long-lasting. With proper care, they can handle even the heaviest usage during friendly competitions or practice sessions. However, there have been some concerns raised by other users regarding the product. The target welds seem to break easily after a few hits, which is not ideal for such an essential component. Additionally, some users have mentioned that the spring mechanisms tend to get stuck, making it difficult to keep the targets aligned. Despite these drawbacks, the Cabela's Rimfire Dueling Tree provides a fun and engaging experience for target shooters. Its unique dueling tree design adds an element of friendly competition to the activity, keeping things interesting even after hours of practice. If you're in the market for an affordable, yet engaging target shooting accessory, this dueling tree is definitely worth considering. 🔗High-Contrast Red-Fire Life-Size Bulletproof Cardboard Shooting Targets (100 Pack)https://preview.redd.it/0bmdcfxrnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a716f33f772938861b6ba6b0b5e57c56e4b68c7d Recently, I had the chance to use the Red-Fire Life Size Silhouette Paper Shooting Targets and they really surpassed my expectations. These targets are perfect for training sessions, as they have a distinct red bullseye that's easily visible against their white background. The high-contrast silhouette makes it simple to track down any bullet holes, which is a great feature. One particular thing that stood out to me was their exceptional durability, even though they are made of paper. Despite multiple shots, mine remained surprisingly intact, proving their impressive longevity. The 100-pack offers fantastic value, making them an indispensable addition for any practice range. However, I did notice that they are quite heavy and can be challenging to transport or store. Additionally, these targets are specifically designed for handguns, so those using rifles may face some difficulty. In summary, the Red-Fire Life Size Silhouette Paper Shooting Targets are an excellent investment for anyone seeking high-quality, reliable targets for handgun training. With their vibrant design, durability, and affordability, it's no surprise they have quickly become a favorite among shooters. 🔗Red Ryder Paper Targets (25 ct)https://preview.redd.it/feif34dsnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0cc6956fbbf3b356b823e33e34fd39b458898b34 When my kids and I received the Daisy Outdoor Products Red Ryder Paper Targets, we were thrilled to see the retro 1940s style packaging. The 25 assorted targets are reminiscent of the iconic Red Ryder, with the familiar Red color and logo. As we popped each piece out, the sturdy cardboard stood out in our hands. Using these targets for an afternoon of family fun, our expectations were high. However, we found that they are rather small, making it a bit tricky to hit the mark with our BB guns. The smaller size seemed to catch us off guard, but the kids still had fun using them as a goal to shoot for. Overall, the genuine Daisy Red Ryder theme, sturdy cardboard construction, and assorted designs make the Red Ryder Paper Targets an entertaining addition to any family outing or backyard BB gun range. Though we had to adjust our aim due to the size, the unique style and fun factor easily outweighed any minor inconveniences. 🔗Economy Life-Size Paper Shooting Targets - 19"x25" 100 Packhttps://preview.redd.it/aapd3dxsnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9377bc9b4832542346b8e41676a690f23dcba1c0 I recently tested out the Basic Training Silhouette targets, and I must say, I was impressed. At first, I was a bit skeptical about using cardboard targets, but these life-size human silhouettes with clear vital zones and scoring areas were easy to spot even at long distances. The reduced cost with just one color printing on durable 60 lb. bright white paper is a game-changer, making it more affordable for enthusiasts who want to improve their skills without breaking the bank. One of the things I liked most about these targets is the ability to see my sights and every shot more clearly, which helped me better assess my accuracy and focus on hit areas. The targets are made in the U. S. A. which is a bonus for those who appreciate locally-made products. They are suitable for a variety of shooting sports like pistols and rifles from 10 feet to 40 yards. Although I didn't find any major flaws with these targets, there might be some who find the durability of the cardboard unexpected. However, overall, I would highly recommend the Basic Training Silhouette targets to anyone looking for an affordable, effective, and user-friendly alternative for enhanced shooting practice. 🔗Fluorescent Yellow Cardboard Shooting Targets for Pellet Gunhttps://preview.redd.it/yfqjjj9tnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8d95a0ffb0663ce85151db0a98528deaf0d4bda1 Atflbox's splatter shooting targets are exactly what you need to boost your accuracy and enjoy a fun and challenging shooting experience. These 25 robust sheets of paper, measuring 12" x 13", come in bright fluorescent yellow. They stand out, allowing you to instantly spot your bursts from a distance. No more tedious treks to find your target in either indoor or outdoor settings. The vibrant color quickly locates the target paper, saving you valuable time you could spend mastering your aim. However, they're not without a downside. The adhesive backing on the targets poses a slight challenge, but it's a small obstacle nonetheless, compared to the plethora of benefits they provide. These shooting targets make it thrilling to improve your shooting game without breaking the bank, so give them a try! 🔗High-Quality Cardboard Shooting Targets for Indoor and Outdoor Practicehttps://preview.redd.it/zz7ad5ntnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=de0fe4611b64a1fbbac9475c382a435f736fb835 I recently tried out Highwild's 13" x 16" Cardboard Targets for Shooting, and I have to say, it left a mixed impression on me. On the one hand, the design is quite efficient and cost-effective, making it a great option for those looking to save a bit of money. The size is perfect for both indoor and outdoor use, and the high-contrast black silhouette makes it easy to see and hit. However, there were a couple of aspects that could have been better. First, the quality of the cardboard felt a bit flimsy, and I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't last as long as some people might expect. Second, the scoring table on the back could be a bit more clear-cut, so it's easier to keep track of your hits and values. Overall, while Highwild's Cardboard Targets for Shooting aren't perfect, they're an affordable and effective choice for anyone in the market for a paper target. With a little tweak or two, they could be even better, making Highwild an even more attractive choice for shooting enthusiasts. 🔗Fun Cardboard Shooting Targets for Partieshttps://preview.redd.it/hi1bs2bunc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=831d0d55cf0cd30ce5148279b0c1ab546a9f2372 Spending a weekend at a friend's place is now a whole lot more fun, thanks to these Small Dart Battle Target Cutouts! They measure at a neat 20.5cm wide and are cut to look like the classic targets you see at the shooting range. The lightweight cardboard makes them easy to handle, and the design on one side can be used to create a battle atmosphere during parties. To make the best use of them, why not attach them across doors, walls, and windows? You can even use them on tablecloths during a wild party, transforming your space into an action-packed zone in minutes. For an added zing, these cutouts can be used as part of your shooting games - just stick them against foam blocks or posts for all your friends to aim for their target practice. The package includes six cute cutouts that you can use in multiple ways. Users seem to like them too! The reviews are brimming with positivity, with people using them as party decor, centerpiece, and cake topper. The ease with which they could be attached to a variety of surfaces was also highlighted - a feature that I found very practical during my use. However, a word of caution: these targets are quite small, so if you're planning larger games or using hard surfaces, the darts might not stick as firmly as you'd like. But overall, these are a fun way to bring a touch of excitement to any party or gathering, making it a grand slam in the world of cardboard shooting targets! 🔗Allen Cardboard Deer Target: Life-Size Archery Practice with Organ Profilehttps://preview.redd.it/ckahi3munc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=25d589a1b14b28f207003be675548016c5c325f0 The Allen Cardboard Deer Target has been a game-changer for my hunting practice routine. With its organ profiles that show the best spots to aim for, I can confidently hit the mark every time. It's a life-size representation of a deer, which makes it feel realistic and adds a thrill to each shot. One downside I faced was that the target had a tendency to wobble when I was aiming at it. However, it's a minor issue considering the affordable price point and overall quality of the product. My favorite feature of the Allen Titan Cardboard Deer Target is that it's made of thick cardboard, ensuring it can take multiple shots before needing to be replaced. This longevity means I don't have to keep buying new targets constantly, making it an excellent long-term investment. My hunting experience has significantly improved since I started using this Allen Deer Target. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for an affordable and high-quality target for their hunting practice. 🔗Premium Quality LE Target Silhouette for Hunting Practicehttps://preview.redd.it/0qpo5j5vnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a06f7d7b327cbbf6cd3f3113905b2ba83c1bc799 From my personal experience, I found the Champion LE Target Silhouette Cardboard to be an excellent addition to my hunting gear collection. Standing at an impressive 24 inches by 45 inches, the high contrast green design made it easy for me to recognize my shot placements instantly. As a hunter, precision is key, and with the wide variety of area sizes available on this target, I was able to improve my accuracy significantly. What stood out to me was the high-quality materials used in its construction; this target felt sturdy and durable during use. Additionally, the scoring table was a handy feature as it helped me keep track of my performance and the number of rounds fired. While the black numbers on the target seemed a bit challenging to see, the high-definition printing more than made up for it, ensuring a level of detail that's ideal for practicing target shooting. I enjoyed using it and would highly recommend it to others seeking a professional-grade target. 🔗Stylish Cardboard Deer Shooting Targetshttps://preview.redd.it/4acu3vhvnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=32d99d9f7f00f2ec35f68db06330dc75083426b2 Using the Cardboard Deer Target 25 Pk. by Weaknecht in my backyard hunting practice, I found it to be a fun and practical addition to my gear. The cardboard deer targets showcase all the vital areas of a deer, which helped me improve my accuracy during target practice. I appreciated the two-colored design on the brown cardboard, as it made them stand out more, making it easier to spot them from a distance. However, I did encounter some issues with durability. The targets are made of cardboard, which made them more fragile than I would have liked. After a few uses, the targets started to wear down, which meant I had to replace them more frequently than I anticipated. Overall, I think these targets are a great find for those looking for fun and affordable target practice. While their durability could be better, they still held up well and provided a useful tool for improving my hunting skills. 🔗Enhance Your Shooting Skills with EZ Aim Shooting Targetshttps://preview.redd.it/cvtybvzvnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=de33cf1230f7d9dc286e0d0399186708b7b7d0e8 The EZ Aim Silhouette Paper Shooting Targets turned out to be my go-to for a fun and educational shooting experience at home. These targets feature bright colors that made my target practice more enjoyable and precise, allowing me to see my shots from far distances. The high-quality paper targets definitely helped me improve my accuracy, consistency, and overall shooting confidence. However, I did find the life size silhouettes to be a bit too large for my liking, but the 100-count pack was a bonus for me to try out different ways to challenge myself on the range. EZ Aim definitely lived up to my expectations and I highly recommend them to anyone looking to stay on target and improve their shooting skills. Buyer's GuideCardboard shooting targets are an essential and cost-effective choice for recreational or competitive shooting. These targets are available in various sizes, shapes, and difficulty levels, making them suitable for beginners and experienced shooters alike. By following the guidelines provided below, you'll be better equipped to choose the right cardboard shooting target for your needs.Size and Distance ConsiderationsSize is crucial when selecting a cardboard shooting target. The target's size will dictate the minimum shooting distance necessary for effective use. Smaller targets require more precision and typically work best at closer ranges, while larger targets can be shot from further distances. Make sure to consider the available shooting space and your shooting abilities when choosing a target size. https://preview.redd.it/qvr5t6awnc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e261e2847a33888de701a97395419fb713d9d312 Material and DurabilityCardboard targets are generally very economical, but they can be prone to tearing or disintegrating upon impact. Make sure to select a target made of high-quality, thick cardboard to ensure optimal performance and durability. Some targets are coated or laminated to resist tearing, so consider these options for added protection.Shooting Distance MarkingsSome cardboard shooting targets feature distance markings, which can be particularly useful for beginners or shooters looking to improve their accuracy. 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2024.05.19 11:12 Accomplished_Pea_250 Is it a good decision to not date anyone unless it feels right again or maybe till I'm 26?
I'm 22-M from north India. I have been cheated on/ left/ or rather just things couldn't work for me in my first relationship. She left me for some well-doing guy when I was nineteen. No blame, we were Kids. I'm pursuing ACCA right now. I'm focused, clearing exams in one go.
I just feel like the dating world is not for me because I've not been the best-looking or most wealthy guy out there or maybe because my lifestyle doesn't allow me to meet many people. Even if I meet someone (I met a mutual friend), We don't' click easily. I'm more of an old-school guy inside, although I'm not a simp, I simply talk with honesty instead of saying things like, "You're a queen, please disrespect me".
Seeing the society we live in; most people expect that you'll become some sort of "Yes Man" for them.
For example, a girl told me that She wanted to explore people before telling me yes. Who wants to be a last resort plan? I walked away.
After that, with study hours around eight, working on my hobby of writing, taking care of my health, and some days, studying for 10-12 hours takes a chunk of my day. Even if not all days are like this, I'm not willing to give anyone the position where they can decide how I feel throughout my day.
This is different from not wanting to put effort because if you're my girlfriend, I'd like to take you on dates or talk to you about how you feel, but I'm not a guy to say "Please meri bandi ban jaa".
I don't have demands like "bandi ki hips itni chaudi honi chahiye or lips itne mote hone chahiye". I would rather go for a loyal girl, who can hold a conversation and have clear communication skills. Also, not a person to hop on the next big deal, I tend to commit and want to know my partner on a deeper level. I expect similar things from my partner. Since I'm not someone who is looking for a hot girl, I'm also someone who doesn't want to build a relationship based on money. Money comes from working hard, and developing skills etc., you can judge me if I'm disciplined at my work or not but I'm not someone who wants to be pursued for how good-looking, rich etc. I am, or you are. Same standards on both sides. This doesn't mean that I do not bring financial stability or anything of that sort. But there is a difference between dating for that job or car and dating the person. That's also true that We can't know at first sight what a person wants but let's say we can at least guess.
So, reflecting on my needs, what sort of person I am etc., I feel like I would rather focus on myself for a while. I don't want to waste time standing on the roadside and asking my female friends to set me up with someone for a short term.
I'm planning to focus on my academics, work, my passion for writing, and mental and physical health and I'd like to build connections with people, irrespective of their gender and without wanting to redeem the connection into some sort of fling. Just platonic, trying to know as many people as people in my surroundings and professional network If someday, I click with someone naturally, it's good otherwise, I don't feel like selling my soul just for a relationship.
My question is- "Am I on the correct Path? Am I missing something in life by focusing on other aspects of life and leaving dating, finding love etc.?"
I'd like to know your views about my plan and would appreciate any suggestions if provided. Would like to know your gender and age, (so that I know where it is coming from) with your response.
Thanks in Advance.
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I just feel like the dating world is not for me because I've not been the best-looking or most wealthy guy out there or maybe because my lifestyle doesn't allow me to meet many people. Even if I meet someone (I met a mutual friend), We don't' click easily. I'm more of an old-school guy inside, although I'm not a simp, I simply talk with honesty instead of saying things like, "You're a queen, please disrespect me".
Seeing the society we live in; most people expect that you'll become some sort of "Yes Man" for them.
For example, a girl told me that She wanted to explore people before telling me yes. Who wants to be a last resort plan? I walked away.
After that, with study hours around eight, working on my hobby of writing, taking care of my health, and some days, studying for 10-12 hours takes a chunk of my day. Even if not all days are like this, I'm not willing to give anyone the position where they can decide how I feel throughout my day.
This is different from not wanting to put effort because if you're my girlfriend, I'd like to take you on dates or talk to you about how you feel, but I'm not a guy to say "Please meri bandi ban jaa".
I don't have demands like "bandi ki hips itni chaudi honi chahiye or lips itne mote hone chahiye". I would rather go for a loyal girl, who can hold a conversation and have clear communication skills. Also, not a person to hop on the next big deal, I tend to commit and want to know my partner on a deeper level. I expect similar things from my partner. Since I'm not someone who is looking for a hot girl, I'm also someone who doesn't want to build a relationship based on money. Money comes from working hard, and developing skills etc., you can judge me if I'm disciplined at my work or not but I'm not someone who wants to be pursued for how good-looking, rich etc. I am, or you are. Same standards on both sides. This doesn't mean that I do not bring financial stability or anything of that sort. But there is a difference between dating for that job or car and dating the person. That's also true that We can't know at first sight what a person wants but let's say we can at least guess.
So, reflecting on my needs, what sort of person I am etc., I feel like I would rather focus on myself for a while. I don't want to waste time standing on the roadside and asking my female friends to set me up with someone for a short term.
I'm planning to focus on my academics, work, my passion for writing, and mental and physical health and I'd like to build connections with people, irrespective of their gender and without wanting to redeem the connection into some sort of fling. Just platonic, trying to know as many people as people in my surroundings and professional network If someday, I click with someone naturally, it's good otherwise, I don't feel like selling my soul just for a relationship.
My question is- "Am I on the correct Path? Am I missing something in life by focusing on other aspects of life and leaving dating, finding love etc.?"
I'd like to know your views about my plan and would appreciate any suggestions if provided. Would like to know your gender and age, (so that I know where it is coming from) with your response.
Thanks in Advance.
2024.05.19 11:12 sbrlynfthmbl Getting out of a toxic relationship
My partner and I (both 26f) have been living together for almost 5 years na, and been in a relationship for 5 years since early May. Matagal na kaming nag-aaway, matagal na rin kaming nagkakasakitan emotionally. Mainly because ako lang financer samin dahil she can't keep a stable job due to her anxiety and medyo unstable emotionally and mentally, so ang away namin would mostly be rooted in frustration kasi pagod na ako kakasalo and she's feeling guilty about many things.
Destructive rin siya, nakakapagsira ng gamit na minsan lang naman pero grabe, sobrang bigat sa pakiramdam. Hurtful magsalita kapag hindi siya okay, tapos sabay marerealize after kung kailan nagbreakdown na ko. Ganun.
To be fair, maalaga siya at may pangarap sa buhay - yun nga lang, mostly pangarap nalang kasi hirap siyang gumalaw. Lately may trabaho na siya ulit after a year of losing her last job, pero before that, wala rin siya job for months and months. Kung susumahin, 4 years worth ng relationship namin, ako lang nagfifinance (on top sa responsibilities ko sa family ko na kinukusa ko kasi mahal na mahal ko magulang ko, and di nila ako pinapabayaan).
Ang bigat bigat na kasi talaga. Gusto niya 50:50 sa gawaing bahay, which is okay naman, pero kapag di siya okay, sasaluhin ko. Pag ako di okay, ang sagot is "Ikaw na yan dapat. Oras mo na eh." Shifting kasi kami sa bahay at dogs, hahaha morning ako, night siya. Ewan ko ba. Kulang man ako sa tulog o may sakit, hindi ko makuha yung pagkukusa na pagaanin buhay ko. Pero pag siya, hihinga nalang siya kasi okay na lahat, bills, pagkain, bahay. Nakakapagod. Isang sabi na "Pwede ikaw muna sa dogs, anxious lang ako.", ako naman si gawa.
Everytime na mag voice out ako, lagi akong pinatatahimik kasi baka marinig ng kapitbahay ang iyak ko. Lagi niya kong sinasabihang "Wag ka humagulgol, wag kang mag wild, wag kang magdadabog." So yung emotions ko, repressed, walang mapaglabasan.
Nagkkwento ako dati sa friends ko until nagsabi siya na di siya comfortable kasi nagbabago tingin ng friends ko sakanya, which is understandable kaya tinigil ko na. Lagi naman two sides ang kinekwento ko pero syempre, gets na minsan may biased reactions from my friends. Anyway, since then, di na ko nag kwento. Ginagamit niya to as panangga na "Sige, ikwento mo sa mga kaibigan mo. Sirain mo ako blablabla" Ewan.
Nag post narin ako dito before pero ayun, taken down na kasi nga to protect her and our story daw. Ganyan.
Kaya ako nag post dito kasi nag aaway kami for weeks na, nagsorry kagabi akala ko okay na. Nag away na naman kami kanina mga teh dahil sabi niya siya bahala sa dogs over the weekend dahil ako na buong weekday, sabay ginising ako to fix the dogs dahil kakatulog palang niya. Ok lang sana pero unfair mima! Pag ako puyat at pagod, ako parin eh. Pero ang dealbreaker ko talaga now - sinasabi niyang gusto na niyang mawala sa mundo (kasi alam ko may mental trauma narin siya talaga from childhood tas nadala ngayon, so ako ang absorber) gusto ko i-comfort pero di ko na kaya. Sabi ko di ko deserve na i-endure lahat ng ito. Ngayon, at risk na naman na mawala job niya kasi pag nagbbreakdown to, shut off talaga as in AWOL hahahah hence, me being the financer.
Pinapaalis ko siya kasi 4 aso namin at mas may means ako mag alaga. Ayaw ko rin ibigay sakanya tho buhay niya talaga mga aso namin, maalaga siya at mapagmahal, pero hindi niya kaya i-finance pa. Super dog and animal lover to so wala akong kaso mag share kami ng dogs pag nakaalis na siya. Kaso di makaalis kasi wala siyang pera, and legit walang pamilyang makakasama. Kahit friends, wala. Friends ko ang friends niya. Minsan talaga napapa-gwenchana nalang ako.
Masakit pa ba, oo. Nakakabastos lang kasi binato niya phone niya eh ako bumili nun. Wahaha. Malungkot, sobra. Alam ko kung anong deserve ko at hyperaware ako sa tamang gawin, pero ang hirap kasi pag overpowered ng responsibilities at mga alagang babies eh. Rent lang tong bahay namin, na kaya ko naman isustain kaso need namin umalis sa July kasi ibebenta na to. Ang hirap humanap ng bahay na malapit sa magulang ko, tas pwede aso. Bawal naman sa bahay ng parents ko kasi 4 dogs na sila.
Hahahaha at fault rin ako, minsan mas matimbang trauma ko sa efforts niya kaya raw napapagod na siya bumawi kasi balik ako nang balik sa dati. Haha sorry ate, ang bigat kasi talaga para mag move on na parang wala lang. Sana magkapera na siya para makaalis na siya. Or sana makahanap ako paraan para makayanang mag sustain ng 4 dogs if lilipat. Haha miss ko na mama and papa ko sobra.
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Destructive rin siya, nakakapagsira ng gamit na minsan lang naman pero grabe, sobrang bigat sa pakiramdam. Hurtful magsalita kapag hindi siya okay, tapos sabay marerealize after kung kailan nagbreakdown na ko. Ganun.
To be fair, maalaga siya at may pangarap sa buhay - yun nga lang, mostly pangarap nalang kasi hirap siyang gumalaw. Lately may trabaho na siya ulit after a year of losing her last job, pero before that, wala rin siya job for months and months. Kung susumahin, 4 years worth ng relationship namin, ako lang nagfifinance (on top sa responsibilities ko sa family ko na kinukusa ko kasi mahal na mahal ko magulang ko, and di nila ako pinapabayaan).
Ang bigat bigat na kasi talaga. Gusto niya 50:50 sa gawaing bahay, which is okay naman, pero kapag di siya okay, sasaluhin ko. Pag ako di okay, ang sagot is "Ikaw na yan dapat. Oras mo na eh." Shifting kasi kami sa bahay at dogs, hahaha morning ako, night siya. Ewan ko ba. Kulang man ako sa tulog o may sakit, hindi ko makuha yung pagkukusa na pagaanin buhay ko. Pero pag siya, hihinga nalang siya kasi okay na lahat, bills, pagkain, bahay. Nakakapagod. Isang sabi na "Pwede ikaw muna sa dogs, anxious lang ako.", ako naman si gawa.
Everytime na mag voice out ako, lagi akong pinatatahimik kasi baka marinig ng kapitbahay ang iyak ko. Lagi niya kong sinasabihang "Wag ka humagulgol, wag kang mag wild, wag kang magdadabog." So yung emotions ko, repressed, walang mapaglabasan.
Nagkkwento ako dati sa friends ko until nagsabi siya na di siya comfortable kasi nagbabago tingin ng friends ko sakanya, which is understandable kaya tinigil ko na. Lagi naman two sides ang kinekwento ko pero syempre, gets na minsan may biased reactions from my friends. Anyway, since then, di na ko nag kwento. Ginagamit niya to as panangga na "Sige, ikwento mo sa mga kaibigan mo. Sirain mo ako blablabla" Ewan.
Nag post narin ako dito before pero ayun, taken down na kasi nga to protect her and our story daw. Ganyan.
Kaya ako nag post dito kasi nag aaway kami for weeks na, nagsorry kagabi akala ko okay na. Nag away na naman kami kanina mga teh dahil sabi niya siya bahala sa dogs over the weekend dahil ako na buong weekday, sabay ginising ako to fix the dogs dahil kakatulog palang niya. Ok lang sana pero unfair mima! Pag ako puyat at pagod, ako parin eh. Pero ang dealbreaker ko talaga now - sinasabi niyang gusto na niyang mawala sa mundo (kasi alam ko may mental trauma narin siya talaga from childhood tas nadala ngayon, so ako ang absorber) gusto ko i-comfort pero di ko na kaya. Sabi ko di ko deserve na i-endure lahat ng ito. Ngayon, at risk na naman na mawala job niya kasi pag nagbbreakdown to, shut off talaga as in AWOL hahahah hence, me being the financer.
Pinapaalis ko siya kasi 4 aso namin at mas may means ako mag alaga. Ayaw ko rin ibigay sakanya tho buhay niya talaga mga aso namin, maalaga siya at mapagmahal, pero hindi niya kaya i-finance pa. Super dog and animal lover to so wala akong kaso mag share kami ng dogs pag nakaalis na siya. Kaso di makaalis kasi wala siyang pera, and legit walang pamilyang makakasama. Kahit friends, wala. Friends ko ang friends niya. Minsan talaga napapa-gwenchana nalang ako.
Masakit pa ba, oo. Nakakabastos lang kasi binato niya phone niya eh ako bumili nun. Wahaha. Malungkot, sobra. Alam ko kung anong deserve ko at hyperaware ako sa tamang gawin, pero ang hirap kasi pag overpowered ng responsibilities at mga alagang babies eh. Rent lang tong bahay namin, na kaya ko naman isustain kaso need namin umalis sa July kasi ibebenta na to. Ang hirap humanap ng bahay na malapit sa magulang ko, tas pwede aso. Bawal naman sa bahay ng parents ko kasi 4 dogs na sila.
Hahahaha at fault rin ako, minsan mas matimbang trauma ko sa efforts niya kaya raw napapagod na siya bumawi kasi balik ako nang balik sa dati. Haha sorry ate, ang bigat kasi talaga para mag move on na parang wala lang. Sana magkapera na siya para makaalis na siya. Or sana makahanap ako paraan para makayanang mag sustain ng 4 dogs if lilipat. Haha miss ko na mama and papa ko sobra.
2024.05.19 11:11 KitchenTasty8929 Mil overstepped/ emeshmemt
My husband and I started dating during Covid. We are both gamers, and had met through my brother who is a long time friend of his. They met once before.
My attraction was his voice, his personality and eventually finding out he was very handsome didn’t hurt either. We connected right away and fell in love. A year and a bit of disappointment, the border finally opened and we met in person.
The chemistry has been undeniably strong. He fell hard and so did I. I began to get excited at the idea of marrying him. Starting a life together. The works!
I visited him afterwards and met his family. He lives at home as he’s saving money and helps his mom a lot around the house and overall. She’s older (65+) and needs help a lot. She’s energetic and light hearted but also has a wicked streak.
I never anticipated this. When I met she was super sweet. It was his sister that gave me a hard time at first, which was difficult but I persevered regardless. His mother started as supportive, but as soon as I started discussing future plans, everything began to change.
Suddenly I was rushing things, my husband, life , etc. I was 25 when we dated and he was 23. We were younger but not THAT young. We both eagerly discussed marriage since week 2 of dating. We dated a year and a bit when I first met his family.
Every conversation with his sister or mom during the first year or two of dating revolved around my lack of education. They’re a degree family (teachers at a elementary school and pre-K) and looked down on me because I didn’t have one, so I decided to open up about my trauma and childhood to help them understand why I’m where I’m at in life, and that it’s actually way better than I could ever imagine.
I have my own place. I make good money at a corporate job I’ve been at for several years, and I travel frequently. I have a full life of friends and family of my own. I don’t talk to my mom because she was physically abusive until I was 17 and worse. His mom knows this.
I explained that we need a marriage based visa approval before I can legally move to his country (USA) from mine (Canada). Student visa is pricey and not ideal for future plans. I went through the process and it all over 20 times in length. Trying to get everyone to understand it was the best option to get married. They fought it HARD. I cried so much, so many times.
I had no idea why they were soiling on our goals and on me. My husband was so excited to get married, he knew what we needed to do. They actively tried to convince him not to do it but then helped him plan my engagement decorations and cake. His sister was annoyed by this, since it was hard to watch her younger brother grow up and as her own marriage was rocky at the time.
After we got married his mom started making comments only to me about how we have to “wait and see how it all goes after a year” implying we wouldn’t last that long. She constantly says stuff like this. Especially when we’re alone in the kitchen having what I thought was an open conversation.
She’s accused me of marrying him for a green card, of trying to rush our marriage to have babies, and trap him.
I have explained countless times my plan and our plan to wait for kids. Yes I’m older than him but we have goals before kids come that we want to achieve. Pair her general comments with her mean remarks whenever we mention future kids, and I just see someone trying to tear me down.
The worst thing she said is that she thinks if I got pregnant and my relationship with him fails, that I’ll “take the baby to Canada”. And that if things don’t work out before kids, I’ll be alone out here. Yeah.
Despite all this, I have always helped her and been nice. Even too nice.
Today was the straw that broke my camels proverbial back. I had helped her while she was really sick with what we found out to be COVID, for 2 weeks while I am visiting my husband before we fly away for our 1 year Anniversary trip. I made her home made soup, I cleaned her house, I checked on her. I made a custom recipe book for my Mother’s Day gift to her. I got her whole family to sign it after.
We haven’t celebrated due to her being sick. We were supposed today. My husband and I came back from a day out and she starts ranting about our sex life to him, and I am overhearing this from his room. She was talking about it in the open dining room randomly.
I had a private talk with her when she was at the end of her sickness, as my husband and I had some tense talks and I wanted to get insight. I had mentioned in passing that my iud strings were cut during a precancer cell removal surgery. That I was being careful but still worry for us sometimes, but that I’m taking precautions.
She didn’t say much besides “ oh that’s good! I’m glad to hear that”. Then she brings it up today, 4 days later. In front of my husband who in already discussed this with. She’s lying and saying I sounded unsure and scared, that we’re being careless and that she’s praying we don’t get pregnant. She tells him he should take mint pills, get a temporary vasectomy, and that I should get checked / scanned. That she doesn’t know if we’re compatible if we have tense talks lately and we may find out after living together FT. She said she wishes she could twist his balls, that she had a nightmare I got pregnant and “someone got hurt” but didn’t elaborate so as not to “call it into existence “ We’re just standing there stunned. She plays it off like she cares, but she’s just being so negative.
I levelled with her, assuring her I would take precautions once again. That her concern is real. Well shortly after we went to his room feeling good about hearing her out while talking. But then I hear his mom gossiping to his older sister. She barely looked at me after when I walked in. She was noticeably cold to me.
His mom was syrupy sweet to me. Saying we (her son and i) should go on a walk to enjoy the sunnny day! I cried the whole time asking him why she’s so mean, why she can’t trust us to be adults.
I cried so hard I skipped lunch and dinner, I had an anxiety attack. I couldn’t breathe, I’m disbelief at what I saw and heard today. It’s like nothing I did in the past 4 years and 1 year of marriage almost, mattered to her or made any impact.
My husband went up and talked to her, for a long time. He came down and spoke on her behalf, detailing how concerned she was for me and my health “stuff” and that it holds heavy on her heart. She doesn’t want us to go through worse (baby is worse?) and wanted to get her point across. That she loves me and accepts me as her own.
Well after I stopped sobbing, I texted her saying I was sorry for today and why stress I caused her with my words.
She texts back giving me shit for not “coming to her directly” as she felt it was important i hear what she said to her son too. That if she didn’t care she wouldn’t bring it up to us. That we will figure it out as we’re adults. Night night with heart emoji.
I texted back a big paragraph (like this post) reminding her that she wasn’t direct with me as she was talking to my husband about making sure I was on birth control, insinuating I’m lying about my IUD being effective. If I didn’t walk in the chat never would have happened. That she can’t expect me to come upstairs and hash it out if I’m so upset I can’t stop crying. That it’s unfair to put that on me after i was the bigger person and apologized to her tonight. She never said sorry to me directly.
My poor husband is in the middle, especially as he’s the youngest (27). I told him it’s time to move out and detach from the emotionally toxic relationship with his mom. He agrees.
He’s tried to leave a few times but she guilts him into staying. Today was the first day he saw her true colours towards me, he hated it!
Any support is appreciated and advice is valued!
TLDR; MIL chastised us about our private issues like sex
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My attraction was his voice, his personality and eventually finding out he was very handsome didn’t hurt either. We connected right away and fell in love. A year and a bit of disappointment, the border finally opened and we met in person.
The chemistry has been undeniably strong. He fell hard and so did I. I began to get excited at the idea of marrying him. Starting a life together. The works!
I visited him afterwards and met his family. He lives at home as he’s saving money and helps his mom a lot around the house and overall. She’s older (65+) and needs help a lot. She’s energetic and light hearted but also has a wicked streak.
I never anticipated this. When I met she was super sweet. It was his sister that gave me a hard time at first, which was difficult but I persevered regardless. His mother started as supportive, but as soon as I started discussing future plans, everything began to change.
Suddenly I was rushing things, my husband, life , etc. I was 25 when we dated and he was 23. We were younger but not THAT young. We both eagerly discussed marriage since week 2 of dating. We dated a year and a bit when I first met his family.
Every conversation with his sister or mom during the first year or two of dating revolved around my lack of education. They’re a degree family (teachers at a elementary school and pre-K) and looked down on me because I didn’t have one, so I decided to open up about my trauma and childhood to help them understand why I’m where I’m at in life, and that it’s actually way better than I could ever imagine.
I have my own place. I make good money at a corporate job I’ve been at for several years, and I travel frequently. I have a full life of friends and family of my own. I don’t talk to my mom because she was physically abusive until I was 17 and worse. His mom knows this.
I explained that we need a marriage based visa approval before I can legally move to his country (USA) from mine (Canada). Student visa is pricey and not ideal for future plans. I went through the process and it all over 20 times in length. Trying to get everyone to understand it was the best option to get married. They fought it HARD. I cried so much, so many times.
I had no idea why they were soiling on our goals and on me. My husband was so excited to get married, he knew what we needed to do. They actively tried to convince him not to do it but then helped him plan my engagement decorations and cake. His sister was annoyed by this, since it was hard to watch her younger brother grow up and as her own marriage was rocky at the time.
After we got married his mom started making comments only to me about how we have to “wait and see how it all goes after a year” implying we wouldn’t last that long. She constantly says stuff like this. Especially when we’re alone in the kitchen having what I thought was an open conversation.
She’s accused me of marrying him for a green card, of trying to rush our marriage to have babies, and trap him.
I have explained countless times my plan and our plan to wait for kids. Yes I’m older than him but we have goals before kids come that we want to achieve. Pair her general comments with her mean remarks whenever we mention future kids, and I just see someone trying to tear me down.
The worst thing she said is that she thinks if I got pregnant and my relationship with him fails, that I’ll “take the baby to Canada”. And that if things don’t work out before kids, I’ll be alone out here. Yeah.
Despite all this, I have always helped her and been nice. Even too nice.
Today was the straw that broke my camels proverbial back. I had helped her while she was really sick with what we found out to be COVID, for 2 weeks while I am visiting my husband before we fly away for our 1 year Anniversary trip. I made her home made soup, I cleaned her house, I checked on her. I made a custom recipe book for my Mother’s Day gift to her. I got her whole family to sign it after.
We haven’t celebrated due to her being sick. We were supposed today. My husband and I came back from a day out and she starts ranting about our sex life to him, and I am overhearing this from his room. She was talking about it in the open dining room randomly.
I had a private talk with her when she was at the end of her sickness, as my husband and I had some tense talks and I wanted to get insight. I had mentioned in passing that my iud strings were cut during a precancer cell removal surgery. That I was being careful but still worry for us sometimes, but that I’m taking precautions.
She didn’t say much besides “ oh that’s good! I’m glad to hear that”. Then she brings it up today, 4 days later. In front of my husband who in already discussed this with. She’s lying and saying I sounded unsure and scared, that we’re being careless and that she’s praying we don’t get pregnant. She tells him he should take mint pills, get a temporary vasectomy, and that I should get checked / scanned. That she doesn’t know if we’re compatible if we have tense talks lately and we may find out after living together FT. She said she wishes she could twist his balls, that she had a nightmare I got pregnant and “someone got hurt” but didn’t elaborate so as not to “call it into existence “ We’re just standing there stunned. She plays it off like she cares, but she’s just being so negative.
I levelled with her, assuring her I would take precautions once again. That her concern is real. Well shortly after we went to his room feeling good about hearing her out while talking. But then I hear his mom gossiping to his older sister. She barely looked at me after when I walked in. She was noticeably cold to me.
His mom was syrupy sweet to me. Saying we (her son and i) should go on a walk to enjoy the sunnny day! I cried the whole time asking him why she’s so mean, why she can’t trust us to be adults.
I cried so hard I skipped lunch and dinner, I had an anxiety attack. I couldn’t breathe, I’m disbelief at what I saw and heard today. It’s like nothing I did in the past 4 years and 1 year of marriage almost, mattered to her or made any impact.
My husband went up and talked to her, for a long time. He came down and spoke on her behalf, detailing how concerned she was for me and my health “stuff” and that it holds heavy on her heart. She doesn’t want us to go through worse (baby is worse?) and wanted to get her point across. That she loves me and accepts me as her own.
Well after I stopped sobbing, I texted her saying I was sorry for today and why stress I caused her with my words.
She texts back giving me shit for not “coming to her directly” as she felt it was important i hear what she said to her son too. That if she didn’t care she wouldn’t bring it up to us. That we will figure it out as we’re adults. Night night with heart emoji.
I texted back a big paragraph (like this post) reminding her that she wasn’t direct with me as she was talking to my husband about making sure I was on birth control, insinuating I’m lying about my IUD being effective. If I didn’t walk in the chat never would have happened. That she can’t expect me to come upstairs and hash it out if I’m so upset I can’t stop crying. That it’s unfair to put that on me after i was the bigger person and apologized to her tonight. She never said sorry to me directly.
My poor husband is in the middle, especially as he’s the youngest (27). I told him it’s time to move out and detach from the emotionally toxic relationship with his mom. He agrees.
He’s tried to leave a few times but she guilts him into staying. Today was the first day he saw her true colours towards me, he hated it!
Any support is appreciated and advice is valued!
TLDR; MIL chastised us about our private issues like sex