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The Green Fields of the Mind
2024.05.19 20:00 530josh The Green Fields of the Mind
A PREFACE: This is an essay written by former commissioner of Major League Baseball, A. Bartlett Giamatti, and it is something I always read following the conclusion of one of my team’s (across various sports) seasons, and I’d like to introduce it to all of you, in hopes that some of you may pick up this tradition for yourselves.
I find it’s a good way for me to appreciate and reflect on the experience of following a team over an entire season and beyond, and more broadly to examine why, despite the inherent futility in wrapping up so much of our emotional well-being in something we ultimately can’t control, we do precisely that anyway.
I will post the essay in its entirety here. Even though it was originally written about baseball, I believe the underlying themes can apply to any sport. Since it is a bit lengthy, I’ve highlighted the three most important and universally-applicable paragraphs. Despite this, I encourage you all to read the whole thing. Even if not for its own sake, at least do it in order to properly give those three paragraphs their intended rhetorical and emotional weight.
Without further ado…
"The Green Fields of the Mind”
”It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
“Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the radio--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying television--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the mind. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.”
“But out here, on Sunday, October 2, where it rains all day, Dame Mutability never loses. She was in the crowd at Fenway yesterday, a gray day full of bluster and contradiction, when the Red Sox came up in the last of the ninth trailing Baltimore 8-5, while the Yankees, rain-delayed against Detroit, only needing to win one or have Boston lose one to win it all, sat in New York washing down cold cuts with beer and watching the Boston game. Boston had won two, the Yankees had lost two, and suddenly it seemed as if the whole season might go to the last day, or beyond, except here was Boston losing 8-5, while New York sat in its family room and put its feet up. Lynn, both ankles hurting now as they had in July, hits a single down the right-field line. The crowd stirs. It is on its feet. Hobson, third baseman, former Bear Bryant quarterback, strong, quiet, over 100 RBIs, goes for three breaking balls and is out. The goddess smiles and encourages her agent, a canny journeyman named Nelson Briles.
“Now comes a pinch hitter, Bernie Carbo, onetime Rookie of the Year, erratic, quick, a shade too handsome, so laid-back he is always, in his soul, stretched out in the tall grass, one arm under his head, watching the clouds and laughing; now he looks over some low stuff unworthy of him and then, uncoiling, sends one out, straight on a rising line, over the center-field wall, no cheap Fenway shot, but all of it, the physics as elegant as the arc the ball describes.
“New England is on its feet, roaring. The summer will not pass. Roaring, they recall the evening, late and cold, in 1975, the sixth game of the World Series, perhaps the greatest baseball game played in the last fifty years, when Carbo, loose and easy, had uncoiled to tie the game that Fisk would win. It is 8-7, one out, and school will never start, rain will never come, sun will warm the back of your neck forever. Now Bailey, picked up from the National League recently, big arms, heavy gut, experienced, new to the league and the club; he fouls off two and then, checking, tentative, a big man off balance, he pops a soft liner to the first baseman. It is suddenly darker and later, and the announcer doing the game coast to coast, a New Yorker who works for a New York television station, sounds relieved. His little world, well-lit, hot-combed, split-second-timed, had no capacity to absorb this much gritty, grainy, contrary reality.
“Cox swings a bat, stretches his long arms, bends his back, the rookie from Pawtucket who broke in two weeks earlier with a record six straight hits, the kid drafted ahead of Fred Lynn, rangy, smooth, cool. The count runs two and two, Briles is cagey, nothing too good, and Cox swings, the ball beginning toward the mound and then, in a jaunty, wayward dance, skipping past Briles, feinting to the right, skimming the last of the grass, finding the dirt, moving now like some small, purposeful marine creature negotiating the green deep, easily avoiding the jagged rock of second base, traveling steady and straight now out into the dark, silent recesses of center field.
“The aisles are jammed, the place is on its feet, the wrappers, the programs, the Coke cups and peanut shells, the doctrines of an afternoon; the anxieties, the things that have to be done tomorrow, the regrets about yesterday, the accumulation of a summer: all forgotten, while hope, the anchor, bites and takes hold where a moment before it seemed we would be swept out with the tide. Rice is up. Rice whom Aaron had said was the only one he'd seen with the ability to break his records. Rice the best clutch hitter on the club, with the best slugging percentage in the league. Rice, so quick and strong he once checked his swing halfway through and snapped the bat in two. Rice the Hammer of God sent to scourge the Yankees, the sound was overwhelming, fathers pounded their sons on the back, cars pulled off the road, households froze, New England exulted in its blessedness, and roared its thanks for all good things, for Rice and for a summer stretching halfway through October. Briles threw, Rice swung, and it was over. One pitch, a fly to center, and it stopped. Summer died in New England and like rain sliding off a roof, the crowd slipped out of Fenway, quickly, with only a steady murmur of concern for the drive ahead remaining of the roar. Mutability had turned the seasons and translated hope to memory once again. And, once again, she had used baseball, our best invention to stay change, to bring change on.
”That is why it breaks my heart, that game--not because in New York they could win because Boston lost; in that, there is a rough justice, and a reminder to the Yankees of how slight and fragile are the circumstances that exalt one group of human beings over another. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the game was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.
”Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.” — A. Bartlett Giamatti
16-1-1 in 2024, +62 GD and 89 points total. A remarkable season by all accounts, even if it ultimately didn’t receive the external validation of a trophy.
But, in any case, it is time to close the book on 2023-24. The countdown to 2024-25 begins.
COYG ❤️
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I find it’s a good way for me to appreciate and reflect on the experience of following a team over an entire season and beyond, and more broadly to examine why, despite the inherent futility in wrapping up so much of our emotional well-being in something we ultimately can’t control, we do precisely that anyway.
I will post the essay in its entirety here. Even though it was originally written about baseball, I believe the underlying themes can apply to any sport. Since it is a bit lengthy, I’ve highlighted the three most important and universally-applicable paragraphs. Despite this, I encourage you all to read the whole thing. Even if not for its own sake, at least do it in order to properly give those three paragraphs their intended rhetorical and emotional weight.
Without further ado…
"The Green Fields of the Mind”
”It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
“Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the radio--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying television--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the mind. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.”
“But out here, on Sunday, October 2, where it rains all day, Dame Mutability never loses. She was in the crowd at Fenway yesterday, a gray day full of bluster and contradiction, when the Red Sox came up in the last of the ninth trailing Baltimore 8-5, while the Yankees, rain-delayed against Detroit, only needing to win one or have Boston lose one to win it all, sat in New York washing down cold cuts with beer and watching the Boston game. Boston had won two, the Yankees had lost two, and suddenly it seemed as if the whole season might go to the last day, or beyond, except here was Boston losing 8-5, while New York sat in its family room and put its feet up. Lynn, both ankles hurting now as they had in July, hits a single down the right-field line. The crowd stirs. It is on its feet. Hobson, third baseman, former Bear Bryant quarterback, strong, quiet, over 100 RBIs, goes for three breaking balls and is out. The goddess smiles and encourages her agent, a canny journeyman named Nelson Briles.
“Now comes a pinch hitter, Bernie Carbo, onetime Rookie of the Year, erratic, quick, a shade too handsome, so laid-back he is always, in his soul, stretched out in the tall grass, one arm under his head, watching the clouds and laughing; now he looks over some low stuff unworthy of him and then, uncoiling, sends one out, straight on a rising line, over the center-field wall, no cheap Fenway shot, but all of it, the physics as elegant as the arc the ball describes.
“New England is on its feet, roaring. The summer will not pass. Roaring, they recall the evening, late and cold, in 1975, the sixth game of the World Series, perhaps the greatest baseball game played in the last fifty years, when Carbo, loose and easy, had uncoiled to tie the game that Fisk would win. It is 8-7, one out, and school will never start, rain will never come, sun will warm the back of your neck forever. Now Bailey, picked up from the National League recently, big arms, heavy gut, experienced, new to the league and the club; he fouls off two and then, checking, tentative, a big man off balance, he pops a soft liner to the first baseman. It is suddenly darker and later, and the announcer doing the game coast to coast, a New Yorker who works for a New York television station, sounds relieved. His little world, well-lit, hot-combed, split-second-timed, had no capacity to absorb this much gritty, grainy, contrary reality.
“Cox swings a bat, stretches his long arms, bends his back, the rookie from Pawtucket who broke in two weeks earlier with a record six straight hits, the kid drafted ahead of Fred Lynn, rangy, smooth, cool. The count runs two and two, Briles is cagey, nothing too good, and Cox swings, the ball beginning toward the mound and then, in a jaunty, wayward dance, skipping past Briles, feinting to the right, skimming the last of the grass, finding the dirt, moving now like some small, purposeful marine creature negotiating the green deep, easily avoiding the jagged rock of second base, traveling steady and straight now out into the dark, silent recesses of center field.
“The aisles are jammed, the place is on its feet, the wrappers, the programs, the Coke cups and peanut shells, the doctrines of an afternoon; the anxieties, the things that have to be done tomorrow, the regrets about yesterday, the accumulation of a summer: all forgotten, while hope, the anchor, bites and takes hold where a moment before it seemed we would be swept out with the tide. Rice is up. Rice whom Aaron had said was the only one he'd seen with the ability to break his records. Rice the best clutch hitter on the club, with the best slugging percentage in the league. Rice, so quick and strong he once checked his swing halfway through and snapped the bat in two. Rice the Hammer of God sent to scourge the Yankees, the sound was overwhelming, fathers pounded their sons on the back, cars pulled off the road, households froze, New England exulted in its blessedness, and roared its thanks for all good things, for Rice and for a summer stretching halfway through October. Briles threw, Rice swung, and it was over. One pitch, a fly to center, and it stopped. Summer died in New England and like rain sliding off a roof, the crowd slipped out of Fenway, quickly, with only a steady murmur of concern for the drive ahead remaining of the roar. Mutability had turned the seasons and translated hope to memory once again. And, once again, she had used baseball, our best invention to stay change, to bring change on.
”That is why it breaks my heart, that game--not because in New York they could win because Boston lost; in that, there is a rough justice, and a reminder to the Yankees of how slight and fragile are the circumstances that exalt one group of human beings over another. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the game was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.
”Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.” — A. Bartlett Giamatti
16-1-1 in 2024, +62 GD and 89 points total. A remarkable season by all accounts, even if it ultimately didn’t receive the external validation of a trophy.
But, in any case, it is time to close the book on 2023-24. The countdown to 2024-25 begins.
COYG ❤️
2024.05.19 19:57 Final_Calligrapher19 Never been so unhappy.
Long post — sorry. I never meant for this to be a “woe is me” post but I guess that’s what it turned into. Sounds pretty whiney now that I look at it. Let me preface this by saying that I love my daughter more than life itself. She is the best thing I’ve ever done.
But I am so unhappy with the way my marriage is going right now. I’ve been really overwhelmed with having LOTS of stuff going on at the moment (our one dog had his leg amputated a week ago after we desperately tried to save it, the other had to go to the emergency vet after ingesting some ant killer than our next door neighbor spread, we’re trying to book travel arrangements so my daughter can get to meet my grandmother who isn’t in good health, etc etc). I have some unexplained health issues going on (trouble concentrating, vertigo, feeling short of breath) and we’ve both gained a decent amount of weight since her birth in December. I pumped yesterday morning then sat down in bed and after 10 mins he walks in and says “are you gonna shower or just let there all day and let me take care of the baby?” I worked a 10 hour shift the day before as the charge nurse for the entire OR (20 operating rooms) all while pumping every 3 hours. Then came home, pumped, cleaned up the kitchen, showered and went to bed just before midnight.
My husband brings home donuts for breakfast, along with pop tarts and brownie bites. And Mac and cheese for dinner tonight. I told him I need to go on a diet because I’m addicted to sugar. He just says “for some Ozempic. It’s hard to eat healthy” as if it’s a cure all. He’s been on it in the past. He lost like 30 lbs and looked great. Then he stopped and gained it all back, as I knew he would, and continued to eat like shit. It just bugs me that he doesn’t even try to support me and tells me to take a medication because otherwise I’ll never lose the weight. But he actively contributes to the problem. And I can’t tell him that he needs to lose some weight too because I’m not attracted to him anymore.
He asks me if I need to increase the dose on my antidepressant instead of saying “can I do anything to help you?” He never wants to put in hard work where it counts. He wants a magic pill. But I can’t say any of this to him. I just have to smile and be happy and then cry at night when I’m up at 3am alone pumping in order to feed our precious little girl or when I’m in the shower or on my way to work in the morning.
Am I the problem? Do I need to go to therapy and change my medication and lower my standards for myself because this is my life now? I know I can’t expect it to be the same because I literally have a child now.
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But I am so unhappy with the way my marriage is going right now. I’ve been really overwhelmed with having LOTS of stuff going on at the moment (our one dog had his leg amputated a week ago after we desperately tried to save it, the other had to go to the emergency vet after ingesting some ant killer than our next door neighbor spread, we’re trying to book travel arrangements so my daughter can get to meet my grandmother who isn’t in good health, etc etc). I have some unexplained health issues going on (trouble concentrating, vertigo, feeling short of breath) and we’ve both gained a decent amount of weight since her birth in December. I pumped yesterday morning then sat down in bed and after 10 mins he walks in and says “are you gonna shower or just let there all day and let me take care of the baby?” I worked a 10 hour shift the day before as the charge nurse for the entire OR (20 operating rooms) all while pumping every 3 hours. Then came home, pumped, cleaned up the kitchen, showered and went to bed just before midnight.
My husband brings home donuts for breakfast, along with pop tarts and brownie bites. And Mac and cheese for dinner tonight. I told him I need to go on a diet because I’m addicted to sugar. He just says “for some Ozempic. It’s hard to eat healthy” as if it’s a cure all. He’s been on it in the past. He lost like 30 lbs and looked great. Then he stopped and gained it all back, as I knew he would, and continued to eat like shit. It just bugs me that he doesn’t even try to support me and tells me to take a medication because otherwise I’ll never lose the weight. But he actively contributes to the problem. And I can’t tell him that he needs to lose some weight too because I’m not attracted to him anymore.
He asks me if I need to increase the dose on my antidepressant instead of saying “can I do anything to help you?” He never wants to put in hard work where it counts. He wants a magic pill. But I can’t say any of this to him. I just have to smile and be happy and then cry at night when I’m up at 3am alone pumping in order to feed our precious little girl or when I’m in the shower or on my way to work in the morning.
Am I the problem? Do I need to go to therapy and change my medication and lower my standards for myself because this is my life now? I know I can’t expect it to be the same because I literally have a child now.
2024.05.19 19:27 Significant-Pea452 Son fired again!
I'm here hoping someone can offer some sound advice. So my son who will be 34 in 2 weeks was fired from his job this past March. He had only been there since May of 2023. Prior to that, he worked foe BCBS for a year and was fired from there also. This will be his 4th job in which he was fired. What makes it even worse is that he either isn't eligible for unemployment because of the nature of his termination or he just is super lazy and won't fill out the weekly certifications. This kid is in a really bad position because he doesn't have a car which means he can only look for WFM jobs which are few and far between. He's currently living with a cousin because we won't allow him to come back home( he lived with us for 4 yrs and it almost drove us crazy). He seems depressed because he's not getting any replies or calls for interviews. I help by sending him jobs that I think he's qualified for but other than that, what more can I do.
Any advice on how to help this young man who I feel has "Failure to launch" syndrome? I'd hate to see him in a homeless shelter
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Any advice on how to help this young man who I feel has "Failure to launch" syndrome? I'd hate to see him in a homeless shelter
2024.05.19 19:26 Sweet-Count2557 Best Breakfast in Fort Myers Fl
 | Best Breakfast in Fort Myers Fl Looking for the ultimate breakfast experience in Fort Myers, FL? Well, look no further because we've got you covered! We've scoured the city to bring you a list of the absolute best breakfast spots.From cozy cafes to upscale eateries, there's something to satisfy every craving. Get ready to embark on a culinary adventure that will leave your taste buds dancing with joy.Join us as we explore these incredible breakfast destinations in Fort Myers, where delicious food and warm hospitality await. Let's dig in!Key TakeawaysBennetts Fresh Roast is known for its many tasty donut choices and freshly-roasted coffee. Recommended items include the Bennetts Breakfast Sandwich, Fruit Cup, Glazed Buttermilk and Apple Fritter donuts, and Colombian Cuo coffee.Markos Diner offers homestyle Greek dishes and morning specials in a clean, retro diner aesthetic. Recommended items include the Gyro Skillet with wheat toast, Homemade Cakes with strawberries, and Greek Salad.Oasis Restaurant is a relaxed eatery serving traditional American casual cuisine and daily specials. Recommended items include the McOasis Sandwich, Belgian Waffle, Fruit Cup, and hot coffee.Farmers Market Restaurant is a laid-back restaurant serving home-cooked, market-fresh Southern staples. Recommended items include the Texas French Toast, Country Fried Steak Breakfast, Orange Juice, and the option to browse the mini-market.Bennett's Fresh RoastWe highly recommend trying Bennett's Fresh Roast for their delicious hand-cut donuts and freshly-roasted coffee. Located in Fort Myers, this cozy eatery is known for serving some of the best breakfast in town. Whether you're craving a sweet treat or a hearty meal, Bennett's has something to satisfy every palate.One of the highlights of Bennett's menu is their wide selection of mouthwatering donuts. From classics like Glazed Buttermilk to unique flavors like Apple Fritter, each donut is made from scratch and hand-cut, ensuring a fresh and flavorful experience. Pair your donut with a cup of their Colombian Cuco coffee for the perfect morning pick-me-up.In addition to their donuts, Bennett's also offers a variety of breakfast sandwiches and sides. One popular choice is their Bennetts Breakfast Sandwich, which features a fluffy egg, melted cheese, and your choice of bacon or sausage, all nestled between a freshly baked biscuit. For a lighter option, their fruit cup is the perfect accompaniment.With its friendly atmosphere and delicious offerings, Bennett's Fresh Roast is a must-visit for breakfast in Fort Myers. After indulging in their delectable treats, make sure to check out Markos Diner, another local favorite just a short drive away.Markos DinerOur group decided to try Markos Diner for its locally owned restaurant and homestyle Greek dishes. Located in Fort Myers, Florida, this cozy diner offers a clean and retro aesthetic, reminiscent of old-school diners. As soon as we walked in, we were greeted with warm smiles and friendly service.The menu boasted an array of mouthwatering Greek dishes, from Gyro Skillet with wheat toast to Homemade Cakes topped with fresh strawberries. We couldn't resist ordering the Greek Salad, which was fresh, flavorful, and generously portioned. The gyro meat was tender and perfectly seasoned, and the wheat toast added a nice crunch. The highlight of the meal was definitely the homemade cakes, which were incredibly moist and topped with a heavenly strawberry sauce.Overall, our experience at Markos Diner was delightful, and we left feeling satisfied and eager to return. With its authentic Greek flavors and welcoming atmosphere, Markos Diner is a must-visit for anyone craving homestyle Greek cuisine.Now, let's move on to our next culinary adventure at Oasis Restaurant.Oasis RestaurantLet's check out Oasis Restaurant and see what they have to offer for breakfast. Oasis Restaurant is a relaxed establishment that serves traditional American casual cuisine and daily specials. The restaurant has a classic design and a comfortable dining space, making it a great place to start your day. When it comes to their breakfast menu, Oasis offers a variety of delicious options to choose from.Here is a table highlighting some of the recommended breakfast dishes at Oasis Restaurant:RecommendedMenu ItemsMcOasis SandwichA hearty breakfast sandwich with eggs, bacon, cheese, and your choice of bread.Belgian WaffleA fluffy waffle served with butter and maple syrup.Fruit CupA refreshing combination of fresh fruits.Hot CoffeeA perfect way to start your morning.Whether you're in the mood for a satisfying breakfast sandwich, a classic waffle, or a healthy fruit cup, Oasis Restaurant has something for everyone. And don't forget to pair your meal with a hot cup of coffee to complete your breakfast experience.Oasis Restaurant provides a comfortable and inviting atmosphere, making it a great spot to enjoy a delicious breakfast in Fort Myers, FL.Farmers Market RestaurantWe should try the Farmers Market Restaurant because it serves home-cooked, market-fresh Southern staples. This restaurant offers a unique dining experience with its laid-back atmosphere and spacious indoor and outdoor seating options.Here are three reasons why the Farmers Market Restaurant is worth a visit:Authentic Southern Cuisine: At the Farmers Market Restaurant, you can indulge in delicious Southern dishes made with fresh ingredients sourced from local markets. From their mouthwatering Texas French Toast to their flavorful Country Fried Steak Breakfast, they truly capture the essence of Southern cooking.Comfortable Dining Space: The restaurant provides a comfortable and inviting space for diners to enjoy their meals. Whether you prefer to dine indoors or sit outside and soak up the sunshine, the Farmers Market Restaurant has seating options to suit everyone's preference.Mini-Market Experience: In addition to their delectable food, the restaurant also offers a mini-market where you can browse and purchase a variety of products. This adds a unique touch to your dining experience and allows you to take a piece of the Farmers Market Restaurant home with you.Overall, the Farmers Market Restaurant is a must-visit for those seeking a taste of home-cooked Southern cuisine in a relaxed and welcoming environment. So why not give it a try and savor the flavors of the South?McGregor CafeWhile enjoying the cozy ambiance, we can try the delicious made-from-scratch biscuits and American bites at McGregor Cafe. This casual eatery offers a wide selection of breakfast options that are sure to satisfy any craving. The cafe itself has a homey ambiance, with comfortable indoor seating and a lush garden area for those who prefer to dine outside.One of the standout dishes at McGregor Cafe is the Spinach & Feta Omelet. Made with fresh ingredients, this omelet is packed with flavor and is a perfect choice for those who enjoy a savory breakfast. Another popular option is the Three Large Pancakes, which are fluffy and served with a side of butter and maple syrup.For those who prefer a heartier meal, the Corned Beef Hash is a must-try. Made with tender corned beef, potatoes, onions, and spices, this dish is a classic breakfast staple. Pair it with a side of fresh fruits and a glass of apple juice for a well-rounded meal.Overall, McGregor Cafe offers a cozy and relaxed dining experience with a menu that caters to a variety of tastes. Whether you're in the mood for biscuits, omelets, or pancakes, this cafe has something for everyone. So why not stop by and give it a try?Frequently Asked QuestionsWhat Is the History and Background of Bennett's Fresh Roast?Bennetts Fresh Roast has a rich history and background. It's a comfortable eatery known for its scratch-made hand-cut donuts and freshly-roasted coffee.The restaurant offers a wide variety of tasty donut choices. Some recommended items include the Bennetts Breakfast Sandwich, Fruit Cup, Glazed Buttermilk and Apple Fritter donuts, and Colombian Cuo coffee.With their commitment to quality and delicious offerings, Bennetts Fresh Roast is a popular choice for breakfast in Fort Myers, FL.How Does Markos Diner Incorporate Greek Flavors Into Their Breakfast Dishes?Markos Diner incorporates Greek flavors into their breakfast dishes by offering homestyle Greek dishes and morning specials. They serve a delicious Gyro Skillet with wheat toast, Homemade Cakes topped with strawberries, and a refreshing Greek Salad.These dishes showcase the authentic flavors of Greece, adding a unique twist to their breakfast menu. The combination of traditional Greek ingredients and classic breakfast staples creates a flavorful and satisfying dining experience at Markos Diner.Does Oasis Restaurant Offer Any Vegetarian or Vegan Breakfast Options?Yes, Oasis Restaurant does offer vegetarian and vegan breakfast options. They've dishes such as a McOasis Sandwich made with plant-based sausage, a Belgian Waffle that can be made vegan upon request, and a Fruit Cup for a lighter option. These choices provide delicious and satisfying breakfast options for those following a vegetarian or vegan diet.The Oasis Restaurant is a relaxed eatery that serves traditional American casual cuisine and daily specials.What Are Some Unique Southern Staples That Can Be Found at Farmers Market Restaurant?At the Farmers Market Restaurant, you can find some unique Southern staples for breakfast. Some recommended dishes include their Texas French Toast, which is a delicious twist on a classic favorite. They also offer a mouthwatering Country Fried Steak Breakfast that's sure to satisfy any craving. Don't forget to try their freshly squeezed Orange Juice for a refreshing and zesty accompaniment.Additionally, you can browse their mini-market for some fresh, local produce to take home.Can You Provide More Information About the Garden Seating and Ambiance at Mcgregor Cafe?At McGregor Cafe, the garden seating provides a serene and picturesque setting to enjoy your meal. The ambiance is cozy and inviting, with a charming and homey atmosphere. You can relax amidst lush greenery and enjoy the soothing sounds of nature.It's the perfect spot to unwind and savor their made-from-scratch biscuits, delicious desserts, and American bites. McGregor Cafe offers a delightful dining experience that combines comfort and nature for a truly enjoyable breakfast.ConclusionIn conclusion, Fort Myers, FL is a haven for breakfast lovers, with a wide range of delicious options to choose from.Whether you're craving donuts and coffee at Bennetts Fresh Roast, homestyle Greek dishes at Markos Diner, classic American comfort food at Oasis Restaurant, or Southern staples at Farmers Market Restaurant, you won't be disappointed.Fun fact: Did you know that Fort Myers is home to over 50 breakfast spots? So you'll never run out of new places to try! submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 19:06 saintgeorgette Revenge Never Smelled So Sweet
I apologize, the reason this is so long is because 1.) I suck at summarizing 2.) backstory of some sort is needed to understand this excuse of a man and/or human being. 3.) I’m not a good storyteller, but you are, Charlotte, and I know you can take this mess of info and turn it into a beautiful, long-time-coming, petty revenge story for your channel. Because what is more petty than an herbal, flowery Trojan horse no one knows about?
Cast: OP-me Swister- my older sister Mom - mine and my sister’s mom, grandmother to Trish/Patty BIL- exactly who it says, and a huge butthole. Patty/Trish - the same person, a four year old little girl, product of union between BIL and Swister.
Some (bit rambling to explain some stuff) backstory:
Last winter, to get out of the horrible, freezing, painfully striking sleet (it would not pass over our town, was just there, stuck in a vortex, for what seemed like eternity) of January in our hometown (we were always just a couple degrees away from it being snow, and quite a few times we got lots of hail, some as big as softballs, and could damage cars and punch through windshields, etc. I know this sounds like ‘The Long Winter’ by Laura Ingalls Wilder, but both me and my mom (I’m disabled and have to live with someone to help in every day life, I’m not a high school dropout living in mommy’s basement playing fortnight or assassin’s creed and have memorized cheat codes. The only video games I’ve ever played were duck hunt, which my grandpa actually got for himself bc he loved to hunt, so I only got to play it in turns with my five other cousins when we visited him); and N64’s Zelda:Ocarina of Time. I hope those titles illustrate for you the last time I played a video game. Oh! And the Oregon Trail, but I always died of some disease that doesn’t happen today or is curable with fluids, rest, and maybe some penicillin. But I digress.) but both me and my mom and my older sister (who was pregnant at the time) and BIL moved about 15 minutes down a little used two lane highway. And when my niece was born late 2019, we named her Patricia after my grandmother. (Patty or Trish for short).
My BIL claims he can smell everything ten times better than any other human, ‘probably because I’m an Alpha Male, and I need heightened senses to protect my pack, my family.’ Okay, I won’t deny he is sensitive to scent, but if his food doesn’t come out smelling right (almost always made special order bc of his ‘allergies’ (that’s what he tells the waitress; in reality, he just doesn’t want stuff he doesn’t like on his plate, and is too fucking lazy to just take the single pickle chip off the McDonald’s cheeseburger. If half of America can do it, why not him? ‘I might smell and taste it with my superhuman olfactory senses.’ He said with a very sincere, serious tone and face, like I was in special education and couldn’t understand it was 1,2,3, not 1,3,2. He is an arrogant misogynistic asshole. My sister could have done sooooooo much better. Idk y she chose him to marry (for a general idea of all what he looks like, speaks like, and sounds like (minus the slight lisp) is the video of the ‘dating coach’ who took the video in his car, opening it with ‘you do not have to accept her rejection, say things like I’m the best, why wouldn’t you want me, you should see my basement with ropes and pulleys and hooks, and do you know what a did with her that night? Well, it’s not appropriate to talk about on this platform”… yeah, that guy, except for the lisp, could be my BIL IDENTICAL twin. Anyway, now you know BIL is a creepy, asshole, bastard with no sense of boundaries or personal space, who think women are lesser than him. Moving on.
I also suffer from anxiety, insomnia, and a few other things that require me to take meds that can slow down your breathing, so if I can take care of my pain, anxiety, and insomnia without having to take a narcotic or benzo, and it works, I choose that path first. Some of these ways are ice packs, heating pads, a special herbal tea, aromatherapy, yoga, sleeping surrounded by pillows like I were in a nest, making sure to do a little bit of some exercise and always taking my daily walks (I don’t want the pain to get so bad from being sedentary I will require a wheelchair before I absolutely have to) and don’t always want to be popping clonapen or oxy or morphine all day and falling asleep, especially around my niece. I don’t want her to ever believe pills fix problems.
So to escape the horrible winter in our new home environment, my mom decided to use her saved-up reward points and book us all a ten day trip to Disney Aulani Hawaii, specifically Disney bc of my niece. My mom and I had been there before, in 2020, right when resorts opened back up at much less than capacity because of COVID rules, and we had gone for a week, so I knew they had an awesome spa I could spend my saved vacation money on.
The minute we step into our two bedroom, two full bath (each with both a shower and separate tubs!), an ok sized but capable kitchen, and a nice, big, comfy furniture filled common room/living room. All of my stuff I put in the room I’d be sharing with my mom, then took my niece to go and get her first Shirley Temple (they are a virgin cocktail I have loved as a kid, still do, that are super easy to make the ghetto way - diet 7up (diet taste better in the cocktail, idk why, it just the way the Gods have decreed it so), grenadine, and maraschino cherries (as many as you want, but kids usually get two and adults one. I think this is unfair) and tada! You have a Shirley Temple.
So I’m walking back to the room, both of us holding our reusable drink cups for our stay (if you bring the cup with you, you get any non alcoholic drink for free during your stay. Coolcool.) And I open the door and hear my mom and sister begging BIL to just stop it, let it go, just enjoy the ten days here. BIL is in MY room, going through MY things, yelling at mom and sis to leave him alone, he has to find it, it reeks, etc. I’m like, GTFO of my stuff, this is extremely violating, sister, are you not concerned and pissed he is pawing through my bra and panties right now, ‘looking for hidden pockets’?
Finally, he grabs this 15 or 20 mL vial I have, a pain relieving roll on I use for my migraines and tension headaches, about $55 after tax, not including S&H. I had left my almost empty one at home, and this was a brand new vial, safety wrapping still on. He blames me, said I was trying to ruin ‘his hard earned vacation’ (he has no job, only looks after my niece enough to feed her (most of the time) and my sister had to find a high -enough paying job so she could work from home so she could do every job like she were a single mother. The only chore he does, and only like 65% of the time (they love to eat out and/or order in) is cooking, and as much as I hate him, sometimes his dishes are good. Not phenomenal, like he practically requires everyone to praise it as, even if he just added sage basil and oregano to a frozen pizza.
So I ask, “how the hell can you smell that? There is the outer plastic seal and the inner lid seal?” And he goes off on being an Alpha Males and olfactory nonsense. Then he takes the vial and runs out of the room with it. He takes it to a housekeeping services cart several doors down and spikes I into her trash can, which by the thunk sound the vial made told me not only was her trash nearly or almost nearly empty, and that he had broken and wasted a valuable medical tool because he is batshit crazy and doesn’t see me as a person outside of how I interact with his everyday life, like I’m a NPC who doesn’t exist or say anything until a real person player comes into my field of awareness. He pawed through every item I owned, including underwear and opening my tampons one to sniff (I especially bought no scented for this trip, and he went and ruined a whole box of them (I’m not putting a previously opened and practically stuck up my BIL’s nose tampons! It’s not just unsanitary, it’s gross on so many levels! I also save up what little money I have leftover from my SSDI monthly checks, so over several months, I had saved up to buy that, bc it worked where others just smelled good but didn’t take the tension headache or migraine away. He has never had to pay for things with his own money, so has no concept of it, of saving money, of worth.
I stewed and stewed and I knew I had to be as petty as possible and still not get caught. I was still thinking these thoughts on our third to last day while I got an unusual massage at the Aulani spa. First is usual deep tissue massage, but then they rub your back and skin with tingly oils and take what looks like the contents of a bag of tea (very heady and fragrant in that small room) and rub it all over you, wrap you up for 15 min, scrape it off you, also taking excess body oil and dead skin cells with it as it goes. And then, smelling all those wonderful scents, I had a genius thought. As she scraped the herbs and stuff off my skin into a bowl, I asked for a to go bag for the herbs, and pretended I wanted to put them in a foot bath I was giving myself tonight in my room. Shockingly, they agreed, and gave me all the scrapings, herbs, essential &body oils, and dead skin cells, in a linen drawstring bag they said I could just toss the whole bag into the hot water.
Now, when I travel, I always pack duct tape in my checked baggage. To make sure shampoo, conditioner, lotion, stuff like that, wet and messy? So it will stay in the bottle with the top duct taped both on shut and to the top of the bottle. Nobody was in the room; they were taking a hike my physical disabilities made very challenging (like an 7-8/10 for me, and a 3.4.5/10 for them) over broken terrain and off trail a bit to climb to a waterfall, so I had said ‘I’m going to the spa. Peace!’ So nobody was back from the hike yet, but I had no idea when they would be, so I acted fast. I grabbed my duct tape and went into sister and BIL’s room and squished and squiggled my way as far under the bed as I could, an duct taped the linen bag of herbs and scrapings right under where he would lay his head to rest at night (according to his ‘Alpha Wolf’ status, he was always on the side of the bed between the door and the rest of his collectables in his room.
We had that day, two more days, and three nights left. BIL did not sleep a wink during that entire time - he had housekeeping change the bedding (including duvets and their covers) several times in that small frame of time, and demanded of my mom to rent him (on my moms dime, not this 40 y o mans money, the mooching leach, but her carefully budgeted money and visa card points hoarded over years.) his own, just perfectly sanitized room, obviously something had been left here by a former guest that was rotting. Finally, FINALLY my mom and sister had HAD IT. He whined and moaned more than my four yo niece. They finally ripped him a new one, saying he had been acting like an entitled baby man with delusions he is more important than he is, that we as women should fawn over him, and that he had already ruined all of ours, but especially my vacation by tossing my personal property and screaming at me for wearing perfume when I didn't even pack any. At one point I even piped up, ‘I didn’t put up with my father treating me like this, what makes you think I’m gonna take it from you?’ (AN/OP: my father abused me and mom and sister our whole lives. Lots of verbal, emotional, psychological abuse. Sister had it pretty literally; mom had it worst. But when my dad had 100% custody of me at beginning of divorce, my sister went away to college and moved out within the following two weeks, and I was his sole remaining target. For three years straight. Other, even more horrible disgusting things he did to me I’ve only just started to talk about, and don’t want my whole life blasted online while I deal.
So i got my silent, sweet-smelling revenge. For those 3 days and 3 nights, he didn't sleep a wink, which meant he couldn't keep his 'good guy' image up, and everyone saw how he treats me, and I'm no longer a liaexaggerating. I hope some act of God, or him driving around while completely wasted, as he does every single freaking day. He a waste of space, a waste of oxygen.
Again, the reason this is so long is because 1.) I suck at summarizing 2.) backstory of some sort was needed 3.) I’m not a good storyteller, but you are, Charlotte, and I know you can take this mess of info and turn it into a beautiful, long-time-coming, petty revenge story for your channel. Because what is more petty than an herbal, flowery Trojan horse type thing?
PS: he never did repay me for the OVER $300 worth of MY STUFF he upped and just tossed, or first broke then tossed, because it either offended his nose or him, personally, even though he begrudgingly promised to do so, and my sister promised he would. I only had like a 10% belief he would, but he has no money of his own, how was he gonna do that? Yes, I admit, I keep a record of anything I hear about him doing something negative, so one day if my sister even starts to consider divorce, I can whip out journal/notebook and show her his patterns, and he has always been this way, and he won’t ever change.
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Cast: OP-me Swister- my older sister Mom - mine and my sister’s mom, grandmother to Trish/Patty BIL- exactly who it says, and a huge butthole. Patty/Trish - the same person, a four year old little girl, product of union between BIL and Swister.
Some (bit rambling to explain some stuff) backstory:
Last winter, to get out of the horrible, freezing, painfully striking sleet (it would not pass over our town, was just there, stuck in a vortex, for what seemed like eternity) of January in our hometown (we were always just a couple degrees away from it being snow, and quite a few times we got lots of hail, some as big as softballs, and could damage cars and punch through windshields, etc. I know this sounds like ‘The Long Winter’ by Laura Ingalls Wilder, but both me and my mom (I’m disabled and have to live with someone to help in every day life, I’m not a high school dropout living in mommy’s basement playing fortnight or assassin’s creed and have memorized cheat codes. The only video games I’ve ever played were duck hunt, which my grandpa actually got for himself bc he loved to hunt, so I only got to play it in turns with my five other cousins when we visited him); and N64’s Zelda:Ocarina of Time. I hope those titles illustrate for you the last time I played a video game. Oh! And the Oregon Trail, but I always died of some disease that doesn’t happen today or is curable with fluids, rest, and maybe some penicillin. But I digress.) but both me and my mom and my older sister (who was pregnant at the time) and BIL moved about 15 minutes down a little used two lane highway. And when my niece was born late 2019, we named her Patricia after my grandmother. (Patty or Trish for short).
My BIL claims he can smell everything ten times better than any other human, ‘probably because I’m an Alpha Male, and I need heightened senses to protect my pack, my family.’ Okay, I won’t deny he is sensitive to scent, but if his food doesn’t come out smelling right (almost always made special order bc of his ‘allergies’ (that’s what he tells the waitress; in reality, he just doesn’t want stuff he doesn’t like on his plate, and is too fucking lazy to just take the single pickle chip off the McDonald’s cheeseburger. If half of America can do it, why not him? ‘I might smell and taste it with my superhuman olfactory senses.’ He said with a very sincere, serious tone and face, like I was in special education and couldn’t understand it was 1,2,3, not 1,3,2. He is an arrogant misogynistic asshole. My sister could have done sooooooo much better. Idk y she chose him to marry (for a general idea of all what he looks like, speaks like, and sounds like (minus the slight lisp) is the video of the ‘dating coach’ who took the video in his car, opening it with ‘you do not have to accept her rejection, say things like I’m the best, why wouldn’t you want me, you should see my basement with ropes and pulleys and hooks, and do you know what a did with her that night? Well, it’s not appropriate to talk about on this platform”… yeah, that guy, except for the lisp, could be my BIL IDENTICAL twin. Anyway, now you know BIL is a creepy, asshole, bastard with no sense of boundaries or personal space, who think women are lesser than him. Moving on.
I also suffer from anxiety, insomnia, and a few other things that require me to take meds that can slow down your breathing, so if I can take care of my pain, anxiety, and insomnia without having to take a narcotic or benzo, and it works, I choose that path first. Some of these ways are ice packs, heating pads, a special herbal tea, aromatherapy, yoga, sleeping surrounded by pillows like I were in a nest, making sure to do a little bit of some exercise and always taking my daily walks (I don’t want the pain to get so bad from being sedentary I will require a wheelchair before I absolutely have to) and don’t always want to be popping clonapen or oxy or morphine all day and falling asleep, especially around my niece. I don’t want her to ever believe pills fix problems.
So to escape the horrible winter in our new home environment, my mom decided to use her saved-up reward points and book us all a ten day trip to Disney Aulani Hawaii, specifically Disney bc of my niece. My mom and I had been there before, in 2020, right when resorts opened back up at much less than capacity because of COVID rules, and we had gone for a week, so I knew they had an awesome spa I could spend my saved vacation money on.
The minute we step into our two bedroom, two full bath (each with both a shower and separate tubs!), an ok sized but capable kitchen, and a nice, big, comfy furniture filled common room/living room. All of my stuff I put in the room I’d be sharing with my mom, then took my niece to go and get her first Shirley Temple (they are a virgin cocktail I have loved as a kid, still do, that are super easy to make the ghetto way - diet 7up (diet taste better in the cocktail, idk why, it just the way the Gods have decreed it so), grenadine, and maraschino cherries (as many as you want, but kids usually get two and adults one. I think this is unfair) and tada! You have a Shirley Temple.
So I’m walking back to the room, both of us holding our reusable drink cups for our stay (if you bring the cup with you, you get any non alcoholic drink for free during your stay. Coolcool.) And I open the door and hear my mom and sister begging BIL to just stop it, let it go, just enjoy the ten days here. BIL is in MY room, going through MY things, yelling at mom and sis to leave him alone, he has to find it, it reeks, etc. I’m like, GTFO of my stuff, this is extremely violating, sister, are you not concerned and pissed he is pawing through my bra and panties right now, ‘looking for hidden pockets’?
Finally, he grabs this 15 or 20 mL vial I have, a pain relieving roll on I use for my migraines and tension headaches, about $55 after tax, not including S&H. I had left my almost empty one at home, and this was a brand new vial, safety wrapping still on. He blames me, said I was trying to ruin ‘his hard earned vacation’ (he has no job, only looks after my niece enough to feed her (most of the time) and my sister had to find a high -enough paying job so she could work from home so she could do every job like she were a single mother. The only chore he does, and only like 65% of the time (they love to eat out and/or order in) is cooking, and as much as I hate him, sometimes his dishes are good. Not phenomenal, like he practically requires everyone to praise it as, even if he just added sage basil and oregano to a frozen pizza.
So I ask, “how the hell can you smell that? There is the outer plastic seal and the inner lid seal?” And he goes off on being an Alpha Males and olfactory nonsense. Then he takes the vial and runs out of the room with it. He takes it to a housekeeping services cart several doors down and spikes I into her trash can, which by the thunk sound the vial made told me not only was her trash nearly or almost nearly empty, and that he had broken and wasted a valuable medical tool because he is batshit crazy and doesn’t see me as a person outside of how I interact with his everyday life, like I’m a NPC who doesn’t exist or say anything until a real person player comes into my field of awareness. He pawed through every item I owned, including underwear and opening my tampons one to sniff (I especially bought no scented for this trip, and he went and ruined a whole box of them (I’m not putting a previously opened and practically stuck up my BIL’s nose tampons! It’s not just unsanitary, it’s gross on so many levels! I also save up what little money I have leftover from my SSDI monthly checks, so over several months, I had saved up to buy that, bc it worked where others just smelled good but didn’t take the tension headache or migraine away. He has never had to pay for things with his own money, so has no concept of it, of saving money, of worth.
I stewed and stewed and I knew I had to be as petty as possible and still not get caught. I was still thinking these thoughts on our third to last day while I got an unusual massage at the Aulani spa. First is usual deep tissue massage, but then they rub your back and skin with tingly oils and take what looks like the contents of a bag of tea (very heady and fragrant in that small room) and rub it all over you, wrap you up for 15 min, scrape it off you, also taking excess body oil and dead skin cells with it as it goes. And then, smelling all those wonderful scents, I had a genius thought. As she scraped the herbs and stuff off my skin into a bowl, I asked for a to go bag for the herbs, and pretended I wanted to put them in a foot bath I was giving myself tonight in my room. Shockingly, they agreed, and gave me all the scrapings, herbs, essential &body oils, and dead skin cells, in a linen drawstring bag they said I could just toss the whole bag into the hot water.
Now, when I travel, I always pack duct tape in my checked baggage. To make sure shampoo, conditioner, lotion, stuff like that, wet and messy? So it will stay in the bottle with the top duct taped both on shut and to the top of the bottle. Nobody was in the room; they were taking a hike my physical disabilities made very challenging (like an 7-8/10 for me, and a 3.4.5/10 for them) over broken terrain and off trail a bit to climb to a waterfall, so I had said ‘I’m going to the spa. Peace!’ So nobody was back from the hike yet, but I had no idea when they would be, so I acted fast. I grabbed my duct tape and went into sister and BIL’s room and squished and squiggled my way as far under the bed as I could, an duct taped the linen bag of herbs and scrapings right under where he would lay his head to rest at night (according to his ‘Alpha Wolf’ status, he was always on the side of the bed between the door and the rest of his collectables in his room.
We had that day, two more days, and three nights left. BIL did not sleep a wink during that entire time - he had housekeeping change the bedding (including duvets and their covers) several times in that small frame of time, and demanded of my mom to rent him (on my moms dime, not this 40 y o mans money, the mooching leach, but her carefully budgeted money and visa card points hoarded over years.) his own, just perfectly sanitized room, obviously something had been left here by a former guest that was rotting. Finally, FINALLY my mom and sister had HAD IT. He whined and moaned more than my four yo niece. They finally ripped him a new one, saying he had been acting like an entitled baby man with delusions he is more important than he is, that we as women should fawn over him, and that he had already ruined all of ours, but especially my vacation by tossing my personal property and screaming at me for wearing perfume when I didn't even pack any. At one point I even piped up, ‘I didn’t put up with my father treating me like this, what makes you think I’m gonna take it from you?’ (AN/OP: my father abused me and mom and sister our whole lives. Lots of verbal, emotional, psychological abuse. Sister had it pretty literally; mom had it worst. But when my dad had 100% custody of me at beginning of divorce, my sister went away to college and moved out within the following two weeks, and I was his sole remaining target. For three years straight. Other, even more horrible disgusting things he did to me I’ve only just started to talk about, and don’t want my whole life blasted online while I deal.
So i got my silent, sweet-smelling revenge. For those 3 days and 3 nights, he didn't sleep a wink, which meant he couldn't keep his 'good guy' image up, and everyone saw how he treats me, and I'm no longer a liaexaggerating. I hope some act of God, or him driving around while completely wasted, as he does every single freaking day. He a waste of space, a waste of oxygen.
Again, the reason this is so long is because 1.) I suck at summarizing 2.) backstory of some sort was needed 3.) I’m not a good storyteller, but you are, Charlotte, and I know you can take this mess of info and turn it into a beautiful, long-time-coming, petty revenge story for your channel. Because what is more petty than an herbal, flowery Trojan horse type thing?
PS: he never did repay me for the OVER $300 worth of MY STUFF he upped and just tossed, or first broke then tossed, because it either offended his nose or him, personally, even though he begrudgingly promised to do so, and my sister promised he would. I only had like a 10% belief he would, but he has no money of his own, how was he gonna do that? Yes, I admit, I keep a record of anything I hear about him doing something negative, so one day if my sister even starts to consider divorce, I can whip out journal/notebook and show her his patterns, and he has always been this way, and he won’t ever change.
2024.05.19 18:57 Dansco112 Tsipporah
Tsipporah by Adèle Geras
Originally published in The Kingfisher Book of Scary Stories (1994) edited by Chris Powling
Excerpted from Murmurations: An Anthology of Uncanny Stories About Birds (2011) edited by Nicholas Royle
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Originally published in The Kingfisher Book of Scary Stories (1994) edited by Chris Powling
Excerpted from Murmurations: An Anthology of Uncanny Stories About Birds (2011) edited by Nicholas Royle
'How lovely!' I said to it. 'You're a lovely bird then! Where have you come from?'
The bird cocked its head, and looked exactly as though it were about to answer, then changed its mind and in a blur of white feathers, it flew off the railing and was gone. I leaned over to look for it in the courtyard, and thought I saw it, just there, on a step. I ran down the stairs after it, but it was nowhere to be seen.
A girl of about my age was standing beside a pot of geraniums.
Where had she come from? She wore a white dress which fell almost to her ankles. I thought, She must be very religious. I knew that very devout Jews wore old-fashioned clothes.
'Have you seen a white dove?' I asked her. 'It was up there a moment ago.'
The girl smiled. She said, 'Sometimes I dream that I'm a dove. Do you believe in dreams? I do. My name is Tsipporah, which means "bird", so of course I feel exactly like a bird sometimes. What do you think?'
I didn't know what to say. I was thinking, This girl is mad. My name is Rachel, which means 'ewe lamb', but I never feel woolly or frisky. My cousin is called Arieh, which means 'lion', and he's not a bit tawny or fierce. I said, 'I just feel like myself.'
'Then you're lucky,' said Tsipporah. 'Sometimes I think I will turn into a bird at any moment. In fact, look, it's happening ... feathers ... white feathers on my arms ...'
I did look. She held out her arms and cocked her head, and I blinked in the sunlight which all at once was shining straight into my eyes and dazzling me ... but in the light I could see ... I think I saw, though it's hard to remember exactly, a flapping, a vibration of wings, and the krr-krr of soft dove-sounds filling every space in my head. I closed my eyes and opened them again slowly. Tsipporah had disappeared. I could see a white bird over on the other side of the courtyard, and I ran towards it callling, 'Tsipporah, if it's you, come back ... come back and tell me!'
The dove launched itself into the air, and flew up and up and over the roof and away, and I followed it with my eyes until the speck that it was had vanished into the wide pale sky. I felt weak, dizzy with heat. I climbed slowly back to Naomi's rooms, thinking, Tsipporah must have hidden from me. She must be a child who lives in the building and likes playing tricks.
On the way home, my grandmother started telling me one of her stories. Sometimes I don't listen properly when she starts on a tale of how this person is related to that one, but she was talking about Naomi when she was young, and that was so hard to imagine that I was fascinated.
'Of course,' my grandmother said, 'she was never quite the same after Tsipporah died.'
'Who,' I asked, suddenly cold in the sunlight, 'is Tsipporah?'
'Naomi's twin sister. She died of diphtheria when they were eight. A terrible tragedy. But Tsipporah was strange.'
'How, strange?'
'Naomi told me stories ... you would hardly believe them if I told you. I know I never did.'
'Tell me,' I said. 'I'll believe them.'
'Naomi always said her sister could turn herself into a bird just by wishing it.'
'A white dove,' I said. 'She turned herself into a white dove and flew away.'
My grandmother looked at me sharply.
I've told you this story before, haven't I?'
'Yes,' I said, even though, of course, she never had. I didn't tell her I had seen Tsipporah. I didn't want to frighten her, so I said nothing about it.
Now, every time I see a white dove, I wonder if it's her, Tsipporah, or perhaps some other girl who stretched her wings out one day, looking for the sky.
2024.05.19 18:49 willowfeather8633 I Warned Her: Camp Edition
Traumatize Them Back thought you all would like my story:
In the late ‘70s I went to girl scout camp. It was great!!! But one night they served boiled spinach, and as fate would have it I’d been playing with pond moss that very afternoon. Add to this I’d tried spinach once at a friend’s house and I threw up. (Mom despised spinach, so it hadn’t crossed my plate any other time).
At dinner that night our vegetable was boiled spinach. I told the counselors “I can’t eat this, I’ll throw up.”
“If you don’t take at least 3 brownie bites you can’t have dessert.”
“What is dessert” I queried?
“Ice cream sandwiches” answered the counselors.
Damn. Game on.
“Okay, I want that. I’m going to take a bite and puke… should I aim for the railing?”. It was semi-outdoors.
The counselors had stopped caring. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.”
I took the bite, swallowed it and promptly puked over the railing. Suddenly, they are all action and rushed me to the one stall bathroom… that was occupied.
I puked in the sink until the vile green shit was out of my system.
As I wiped my mouth with the paper towel I said “So, do I need to take my other 2 bites?”
Several counselors asked me shortly thereafter “If you knew you were going to throw up, why did you eat it?”
“I love ice cream sandwiches,” I answered.
My sweet mother raised hell upon my return from camp that summer, and the forced “three bite” rule went away at Camp Winacka for many, many years.
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In the late ‘70s I went to girl scout camp. It was great!!! But one night they served boiled spinach, and as fate would have it I’d been playing with pond moss that very afternoon. Add to this I’d tried spinach once at a friend’s house and I threw up. (Mom despised spinach, so it hadn’t crossed my plate any other time).
At dinner that night our vegetable was boiled spinach. I told the counselors “I can’t eat this, I’ll throw up.”
“If you don’t take at least 3 brownie bites you can’t have dessert.”
“What is dessert” I queried?
“Ice cream sandwiches” answered the counselors.
Damn. Game on.
“Okay, I want that. I’m going to take a bite and puke… should I aim for the railing?”. It was semi-outdoors.
The counselors had stopped caring. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.”
I took the bite, swallowed it and promptly puked over the railing. Suddenly, they are all action and rushed me to the one stall bathroom… that was occupied.
I puked in the sink until the vile green shit was out of my system.
As I wiped my mouth with the paper towel I said “So, do I need to take my other 2 bites?”
Several counselors asked me shortly thereafter “If you knew you were going to throw up, why did you eat it?”
“I love ice cream sandwiches,” I answered.
My sweet mother raised hell upon my return from camp that summer, and the forced “three bite” rule went away at Camp Winacka for many, many years.
2024.05.19 18:40 Taliyahna70 WIBTA for wanting to ban my cousin from my mother's funeral?
This is a rough one for me to ask, but here goes. I (53f) have a cousin (54f) we'll call "Melanie" who was like a sister to me growing up. We lived next door to each other in a very rural area. We did everything together and my parents were somewhat parents by proxy to her as her mother worked long hours as a nurse and she was left on her own a lot.
Time goes by, we grow up, go our separate paths,I was around 19 or & made an incredibly dumb decision involving her, being extremely naive. My parents were great, but they did tend to shelter me a lot as a kid, thinking "if we can keep her away from all things bad, then nothing will ever hurt her." So I knew what I did was not good, I just didn't understand HOW "not good" it was.
Melanie made it a point after that to ignore me at any family gathering or whenever our paths crossed. Would not speak to me, just would not acknowledge that I was in the same room. Fast forward a few years. Our grandmother passed away, and Melanie decided that life was too short and it was time to let bygones be bygones. We made up and for a long time, everything was just fine again.
One evening, we were chatting on Skype just getting caught up, and she mentioned some issues with one of our cousins. I told her only what I'd been told, nothing bad and then we moved on and finished our conversation. The next morning, I found myself blocked on Skype and every social media platform that we had been friended on. I reached out to her husband, and asked what was going on, no response. We've had quite a few deaths in the family since, & at each funeral she once again makes it a point to look the other way and walk right past me. I have even said "Hey can we talk?" and she pretends she doesn't hear me.
So, my mother is almost 75 y/o and not in the best of health. I mean realistically she could live to be 80 or even 90, the women in her family typically do live longer, but still. I have told my children as well as my brother that I don't want Melanie at mom's funeral when the time comes. That is going to be a deeply emotional time for me. My dad passed years ago and to lose my only remaining parent is already going to be something I truly struggle with. Having Melanie there, more or less "showing her butt" as my Granny would've said, will just add more fuel to the fire. My brother & my youngest son said I'm taking it a bit too far & that Melanie should have the right to pay condolences & grieve just like anyone else. I argue that she can grieve anywhere else but at the funeral, and she can pay condolences at a time where myself and my children are not there. I know this sounds incredbily petty, but it's not. Just trying to avoid more pain at what's going to be an already painful time in my life. So, WIBTA for telling her via a 3rd party that she is not welcome at my mother's funeral at all, when the time comes?
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Time goes by, we grow up, go our separate paths,I was around 19 or & made an incredibly dumb decision involving her, being extremely naive. My parents were great, but they did tend to shelter me a lot as a kid, thinking "if we can keep her away from all things bad, then nothing will ever hurt her." So I knew what I did was not good, I just didn't understand HOW "not good" it was.
Melanie made it a point after that to ignore me at any family gathering or whenever our paths crossed. Would not speak to me, just would not acknowledge that I was in the same room. Fast forward a few years. Our grandmother passed away, and Melanie decided that life was too short and it was time to let bygones be bygones. We made up and for a long time, everything was just fine again.
One evening, we were chatting on Skype just getting caught up, and she mentioned some issues with one of our cousins. I told her only what I'd been told, nothing bad and then we moved on and finished our conversation. The next morning, I found myself blocked on Skype and every social media platform that we had been friended on. I reached out to her husband, and asked what was going on, no response. We've had quite a few deaths in the family since, & at each funeral she once again makes it a point to look the other way and walk right past me. I have even said "Hey can we talk?" and she pretends she doesn't hear me.
So, my mother is almost 75 y/o and not in the best of health. I mean realistically she could live to be 80 or even 90, the women in her family typically do live longer, but still. I have told my children as well as my brother that I don't want Melanie at mom's funeral when the time comes. That is going to be a deeply emotional time for me. My dad passed years ago and to lose my only remaining parent is already going to be something I truly struggle with. Having Melanie there, more or less "showing her butt" as my Granny would've said, will just add more fuel to the fire. My brother & my youngest son said I'm taking it a bit too far & that Melanie should have the right to pay condolences & grieve just like anyone else. I argue that she can grieve anywhere else but at the funeral, and she can pay condolences at a time where myself and my children are not there. I know this sounds incredbily petty, but it's not. Just trying to avoid more pain at what's going to be an already painful time in my life. So, WIBTA for telling her via a 3rd party that she is not welcome at my mother's funeral at all, when the time comes?
2024.05.19 18:30 modestmedusa I finally escaped and moved out one month ago. Here is the letter I wrote to my nmom on Mother’s Day that I’ll never send
TW for sexual, physical, medical, emotional, and religious abuse, childhood sa, suicidal ideation, and self harm
This past week has been incredibly difficult due to that holiday so I decided it would be good for me to write a letter to my nmom to keep for myself during my healing process to get everything out and it's been very cathartic. Part of my healing journey has been sharing my (extremely personal) experience with others who understand, hence why I'm sharing this here, and maybe it'll give someone some strength knowing that I made it out after all of this. I hope everyone was kind to themselves this week and was able to treat this holiday as a holiday for themselves for surviving their nmoms!
Dear mom, Happy belated Mother’s Day. My Mother’s Day was spent being upset and anxious so I decided to write this letter. This letter is so incredibly difficult to write and even more difficult to read back to myself. Moving away from university and back home during COVID was genuinely one of the most difficult things I have done in my life simply because of all of the repressed memories that flooded back into my brain every single day I was in that house. I used to resent the pandemic for forcing me to live in an environment that made me want to harm myself every single day and die every other day, but I am now thankful for the clarity that it brought me as I don’t think I’d have the foresight that I have now.
There is a lot that I want to say. I am angry, bitter, resentful, and traumatized from things that you have done to me as a child and also as an adult. I thought for a very long time that thing were normal but thank God I now know just how truly fucked up so many of my childhood experiences were. Not a single day goes by where I don’t think about the emotional, physical, and sexual abuse that I went through. I am haunted every single day by things that you did (and some things that you didn’t do) and hope that one day I will be able to heal from what I experienced.
I grew up being close to my cousin Chloe (a year younger than me) who was obviously very bitchy, mean, and abusive. This fact isn’t something you weren’t aware of as I know a fully grown adult would be able to see how she treated and talked to me when around you and come to the obvious conclusion that I should not have been allowed to be around her. She bullied me, called me names, physically assaulted me by pushing me, pulling my hair, and sitting on me with my hands held behind my back until I couldn’t breathe, forced me to bathe in scolding hot bath water that would burn my skin, making me undress and make fun of parts of my body, and forced me to watch things that she knew would scare me. This is the same time that I started having insomnia and struggled in school due to anxiety. It’s also the same time I remember my sound sensitivity starting. Do you remember my childhood friend’s mom Amelia and how protective she was over my friend, Diana? Diana met Chloe at my 9th birthday party and Diana went over to her house for a playdate and Chloe did something to her. She physically reached over and groped Diana on the privates. I knew Amelia IMMEDIATELY prevented her daughter from ever being around Chloe again. I also knew that it's possible she mentioned this to my aunt, but I'm not positive. I know that Amelia is the type of mom to prevent Diana from reading Harry Potter because she thought it was a bad influence on her due to being “demonic”, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she made you aware of what Chloe did to Diana as she knew that I spent a lot of time around her. I doubt that what Chloe did to Diana was ever kept a secret from you. Chloe also forced me to do sexual things I didn’t want to do from roughly the ages of 8-11. One time, we were in her kitchen and she pulled out a knife and said that she was going to stab me. By then, I knew she just wanted to scare me so when I had no reaction, she put the knife away. I was terrified of what would happen if I said no to her so I went along with whatever she wanted. She would go into the bathroom and tell me to follow, would lock the door, and make me take off my clothes and let her do things to me and forced me to do the same things to her. I used to think that you had NO IDEA about this until I remember you saying the words- “you were an amazing kid and never had any problems until you got a little older. I always wondered if something happened.” Who the fuck says that to their kid???? Yeah, something DID happen and it wouldn’t have happened if you protected me!!!! You fucking idiot!!!! I remember being in our new house and taking a shower with you when I was about 8 (which was VERY inappropriate and should NEVER have happened at all) and saying something that clearly made you uncomfortable. It CLEARLY indicated something was going on. I remember the exact face you made and know that any normal, healthy adult would have done something about it and made sure nothing was happening. They would have made sure I was SAFE, and talked to me about safety, but nothing was said or done. You have failed me many times, but this one is the most painful. Not only will you need to live with the fact that you knew about my abuse and did nothing, but I will have to live with the fact that my mom knew "something happened” and didn’t care about me enough to protect me. I look at my beautiful niece Hallie, and imagine not protecting her like that and want to vomit. I cannot fathom how a mother would have the thought “I wonder if something happened to my daughter to case a massive behavioral change” and NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! You didn’t talk to me, never asked me if Chloe was doing anything, or anything at all. If I even had a minor suspicion that something was happening to Hallie, I would IMMEDIATELY do something about it because THAT IS MY JOB as an adult in her life. You failed me and deserve to know that this traumatized me and gave me PTSD. I am NOT autistic, no matter how much you WANT me to be so you can go around and gain sympathy for “having an autistic daughter” rather than owning up to the fact that you caused what “went wrong” with me.
Not only did you not help prevent me from being molested by my cousin, you also added to my sexual trauma by forcing me to use the giant egg monistat insert to treat a yeast infection when I was 11. I was ELEVEN and you had a bright idea to force a HUGE foreign object into my prepubescent body even though you were fully aware I could have easily gotten a prescription for a pill to swallow from a doctor. I was scared. I had so much pain and itching and needed a mother to hug me, tell me it’s going to be okay, or at the very least, EXPLAIN what I had and how we were going to fix it. You didn’t do any of that. You told me to lay down and proceeded to try and administer medication that is NOT meant for children 12 and under due to the physical damage it could cause. I was clearly in pain and scared, but you kept trying anyways. At any point, you could have stopped and taken me to the fucking doctor, but nope. You then got frustrated that “you couldn’t get it in” and told your 11 year old daughter to shove it inside herself. Then you left the room. I hadn’t even had a period yet, let alone know where my vagina was but you sure felt the need to yet again abandon your parental responsibilities and place them onto your kid! Miraculously, I put it in and wobbled out to lay on the couch because I was in physical pain from BOTH the infection and YOU, but because a child’s body isn’t able to properly fully insert the medication used (which once again I’ll remind you is meant for girls 13 and up), it came out and got on the couch because you didn’t give me a pad. And rather than prioritize your own daughter’s health, safety, wellbeing, and comfort, you were more upset about the stain on the couch and yelled at me. I will never forget in all of the years that I am alive how ashamed and disgusted I felt standing behind you watching you furiously scrub at the stain that I caused (actually, that YOU caused since this never should have happened in the first place!) and feeling a huge flood of guilt every time I saw that couch stain. One of the best days of my life was when we got a new couch and I never had to see that stain again.
All of this caused me to develop anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts and ideation, self harming behaviors, having out of body experiences where I dissociate, and panic attacks amongst other things. YOU caused ALL of this and you fought tooth and nail to convince me that it was MY fault for being broken. “There’s something going on with you,” and you made it your mission to never take any responsibility for any of the trauma that you caused. Not only did you ignore all signs of abuse and sexually assault me yourself, you bullied and helped a family friend Sharon bully me when I was “being mean” to (her daughter) Faith. I was treated like I was a mentally ill monster who couldn’t be trusted and always got in trouble whenever Faith shed a single tear because I was “mean to her”. Faith cried at LEAST 15x a day, and I was blamed every time she decided to say I was the reason. You allowed a monster (Sharon) to ABUSE me and had the incredibly wise idea to start passing along what shit talking you two would say about me TO ME, a 13 year old girl. I was THIRTEEN. I was A CHILD. And yet, you came crying and complaining to me about how tired you were of hearing Sharon say I was being mean to her daughter when you could have TOLD THE OTHER ADULT IN THE SITUATION TO STOP. It never was my responsibility as a child to try and make another adult stop abusing me by “behaving better.” There was nothing wrong with how I was behaving. You never once tried to help me, you always blamed anybody and everybody else for your failures. I would come and ask you for help when I was struggling and if you didn’t care, you would pawn it off to somebody else- “go talk to your older sister” “talk to your therapist about that” “I don’t know what to say except to tell you to pray about it” and when I came back saying praying didn’t magically fix my depression, you told me to pray harder. I guess you really thought it was a skill issue rather than a diagnosable health condition! No wonder I wanted to die! Hahaha! I’ll never forget the look of disgust on your face when I was sobbing hysterically and struggling to get out the words when I told you just how badly I was affected by Sharon and said how you played a role in helping her harm and abuse me. “WELL. I’m SORRY if you think I didn’t protect you enough. I know what that feels like because my parent’s took my sister’s side a few weeks ago when we were having an argument” (as FULLY GROWN 50+ YEAR OLDS arguing and bitching LIKE CHILDREN!) No, mom, it’s not the same. I was a child and not only did you not stop an abuser from harming me, you joined in. You allowed her access to me and you passed along what horrible things she said was wrong with me. “SHARON said she thinks YOU’RE BIPOLAR. Do you think you are?” “Sharon told me that you’re having AN EPISODE and are being mean to Faith! Show me your phone!” Erm? I’m thirteen? What do you expect me to do? “Well, I just don’t understand why you keep bringing this up when it happened so long ago. I just hope you can forgive her and move on.” You’re fucking disgusting. Should I go into detail about how many times I asked you to not interact with Sharon more than you needed to and you proceeded to try and force her into my life more? You KNEW how uncomfortable I was with you attending Faith’s wedding and yet, you cared more about how you looked and not only attended, but hosted both her wedding and wedding shower. I have always wondered why you never cared how I feel until I realized that you prioritize yourself and how you look to other people above anything and everyone. There is a clear pattern of behavior- - When I was 17 and you were berating me at your work for wanting to visit my friend up in Boston to see a concert together because “you just didn’t understand why I’d want to do that” and I started crying. You rolled your eyes and said “you better leave now if you don’t want my next client to see you crying because her appointment is in a few minutes.” You cared more about having your random client seeing me cry and potentially thinking you’re a bad mom than comforting me. - When I was 13 and we were saying our nightly prayer the night that I had my “therapy appointment” (aka, you and my “therapist” chastising me for writing in my diary that I was having suicidal thoughts), when you were praying you said “Dear God, please help (my name)… and… pLEASE HELP ME!!!!” Clearly, YOU were affected more than I was even though I was the one wanting to die because of you. Wow. Your life is so hard! - Telling everyone around you that I “have problems” and am “really struggling” so you can gain an ounce of sympathy. The way that your friends come up and talk to me is baffling. - Laughing about me with my friends in high school when I was out of the room- “hahaha my daughter is sooooo weird hahaha” - When I was 18 and you called my “therapist” (who did NOT get my consent before doing this and violated her ethical guidelines) after I moved out and stopped talking to you, you got her to help you write a list of “rules” to force me to stay in contact with you. They consisted of requiring me to “talk to you, dad, or my sister at least 1x/day” so you “knew that I was safe” aka, you wanted to control me even though I was an adult and not living in your house. I was perfectly safe, and yet you made me sound like I was doing drug deals in the morning, prostituting myself after lunch, and had plans to commit felonies later that night. I went to school, ate, and went back to my apartment. You had no right manipulating me into talking to you by using my therapist, dad, and sister against me. Pathetic. - Telling me to go do my runs on a strange man’s property instead of the road because it’s “safer.” Dad said that this man who I’VE NEVER MET told him that “there are bad people out there who will kidnap her and do horrible things to her, SO INSTEAD she should run on MY property!” Not sketchy or rapey at all, right? And completely dismissing me when I said that made me uncomfortable by saying “my dad knows him”? Lady, do you know any rape statistics? Clearly not, because you’d then know that only 7% of assaults are strangers while 93% are family members or acquaintances. NINETY THREE PERCENT. The amount of times that I’ve mentioned someone made me uncomfortable or had a massive affect on me as a child and you’ve replied with “Oh, well did they touch you?” People don’t have to touch me to traumatize me. You’re pathetic for thinking that.
I’m not mad at Chloe. I don’t feel any anger or ill will towards her at all. She was a child just like I was a child. She was failed more than I was failed. No child acts that way and assaults other children without learning that from somewhere. I blame her parents for what happened to her. I blame YOU for what happened to me. I vividly remember things that my aunt would say the same time this was happening about little girls and their bodies and I want to smash my head against the wall. Children are to be protected above anything and everything else, by you didn’t. Do I hate Faith and think that she’s a bad person because of what happened when we were 13? No. I fully blame you and Sharon. The amount of adults that have failed me in my life keep me up at night. I think about how different my life would be had dad been more involved and seen what was going on and taken me away from you. I am angry with him for that. I dream one day I will be able to sit down with him and tell him everything I have written about and he will hug me, support me, cry with me, and apologize for not being there more to protect me. But who knows, he might defend his child abusing, mentally ill wife and say I’m making up everything. Who knows.
Do you want to know what my sister said when I told her all of this? She apologized to me for not being 15 years older than I am so she could have raised me instead. I want you to sit here and think about how fucked up that is. My own sister wishes she could have taken me away from you so you couldn’t have abused me. I imagine the pressure she must have felt having to grow up while also raising her mother and sister and I sob for her. I’ve sobbed for me for the mental anguish and torture I experienced at your hands. I’ve even sobbed for you because I can’t imagine being even a fraction of how fucked up you are to resort to abusing and neglecting your child- a child you begged to have. A child you had trouble having and prayed for. Embarrassing.
I’m never going to have a relationship with you again. If God is willing, I will never have to interact with you ever again. Saying that phrase “if God is willing” is ironic because you forcing me to pray my problems away rather than helping me led me to not believe in him. How can I believe in something that also neglected me? I’d sit in my dark bedroom night after night praying and sobbing for him to help me. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I felt broken and alone. I now know that I was a child praying for God to take away my PTSD, and that is not possible. My heart breaks for that child.
You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother and human being. I’m truly shocked that I survived you and your abuse. I’m surprised that I didn’t ever try to kill myself to try and get away from you because you’re a vulture that prays on innocent people. The only important people in your life are people you think will give you something or will make you look good. That’s why you refused to ever cut ties with Sharon, you knew she was sexually abused as a child and you couldn’t POSSIBLY NOT be her friend because you need her to be your “friend,” or rather, your token sexually abused as a child friend. I genuinely hope that you get better and become a normal healthy person but I won’t ever be around to see it. I hope you feel even a fraction of the pain and abandonment that I have felt my entire life. Happy Mother’s Day, but today isn’t Mother’s Day for me, it’s Daughter’s Day. Moving far away from you one month ago has truly saved my life. Instead of trying to survive, I am enjoying my life. I would have died in that house. I get to finally celebrate being away from you and celebrate myself for staying strong and fighting when I could have easily given up. You once told me “you feel like I HATE you!” to guilt me into fawning over you and telling you how much I loved you, but now you get the opposite. I DO hate you and hate how you have permanently changed me and I wish to never see you again. Instead of praying for the “God forsaken, atheist, lost, evil, liar, miserable, spiteful, hateful, disgusting, mentally ill, “autistic” daughter, pray for yourself. Pray for God’s forgiveness for emotionally, medically, physically, sexually, and religiously abusing and neglecting me. You deserve to remain in your "clueless" state of "having NO IDEA what you did wrong to make her stop talking to me!" for the rest of your life.Happy Daughter’s Day.
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This past week has been incredibly difficult due to that holiday so I decided it would be good for me to write a letter to my nmom to keep for myself during my healing process to get everything out and it's been very cathartic. Part of my healing journey has been sharing my (extremely personal) experience with others who understand, hence why I'm sharing this here, and maybe it'll give someone some strength knowing that I made it out after all of this. I hope everyone was kind to themselves this week and was able to treat this holiday as a holiday for themselves for surviving their nmoms!
Dear mom, Happy belated Mother’s Day. My Mother’s Day was spent being upset and anxious so I decided to write this letter. This letter is so incredibly difficult to write and even more difficult to read back to myself. Moving away from university and back home during COVID was genuinely one of the most difficult things I have done in my life simply because of all of the repressed memories that flooded back into my brain every single day I was in that house. I used to resent the pandemic for forcing me to live in an environment that made me want to harm myself every single day and die every other day, but I am now thankful for the clarity that it brought me as I don’t think I’d have the foresight that I have now.
There is a lot that I want to say. I am angry, bitter, resentful, and traumatized from things that you have done to me as a child and also as an adult. I thought for a very long time that thing were normal but thank God I now know just how truly fucked up so many of my childhood experiences were. Not a single day goes by where I don’t think about the emotional, physical, and sexual abuse that I went through. I am haunted every single day by things that you did (and some things that you didn’t do) and hope that one day I will be able to heal from what I experienced.
I grew up being close to my cousin Chloe (a year younger than me) who was obviously very bitchy, mean, and abusive. This fact isn’t something you weren’t aware of as I know a fully grown adult would be able to see how she treated and talked to me when around you and come to the obvious conclusion that I should not have been allowed to be around her. She bullied me, called me names, physically assaulted me by pushing me, pulling my hair, and sitting on me with my hands held behind my back until I couldn’t breathe, forced me to bathe in scolding hot bath water that would burn my skin, making me undress and make fun of parts of my body, and forced me to watch things that she knew would scare me. This is the same time that I started having insomnia and struggled in school due to anxiety. It’s also the same time I remember my sound sensitivity starting. Do you remember my childhood friend’s mom Amelia and how protective she was over my friend, Diana? Diana met Chloe at my 9th birthday party and Diana went over to her house for a playdate and Chloe did something to her. She physically reached over and groped Diana on the privates. I knew Amelia IMMEDIATELY prevented her daughter from ever being around Chloe again. I also knew that it's possible she mentioned this to my aunt, but I'm not positive. I know that Amelia is the type of mom to prevent Diana from reading Harry Potter because she thought it was a bad influence on her due to being “demonic”, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she made you aware of what Chloe did to Diana as she knew that I spent a lot of time around her. I doubt that what Chloe did to Diana was ever kept a secret from you. Chloe also forced me to do sexual things I didn’t want to do from roughly the ages of 8-11. One time, we were in her kitchen and she pulled out a knife and said that she was going to stab me. By then, I knew she just wanted to scare me so when I had no reaction, she put the knife away. I was terrified of what would happen if I said no to her so I went along with whatever she wanted. She would go into the bathroom and tell me to follow, would lock the door, and make me take off my clothes and let her do things to me and forced me to do the same things to her. I used to think that you had NO IDEA about this until I remember you saying the words- “you were an amazing kid and never had any problems until you got a little older. I always wondered if something happened.” Who the fuck says that to their kid???? Yeah, something DID happen and it wouldn’t have happened if you protected me!!!! You fucking idiot!!!! I remember being in our new house and taking a shower with you when I was about 8 (which was VERY inappropriate and should NEVER have happened at all) and saying something that clearly made you uncomfortable. It CLEARLY indicated something was going on. I remember the exact face you made and know that any normal, healthy adult would have done something about it and made sure nothing was happening. They would have made sure I was SAFE, and talked to me about safety, but nothing was said or done. You have failed me many times, but this one is the most painful. Not only will you need to live with the fact that you knew about my abuse and did nothing, but I will have to live with the fact that my mom knew "something happened” and didn’t care about me enough to protect me. I look at my beautiful niece Hallie, and imagine not protecting her like that and want to vomit. I cannot fathom how a mother would have the thought “I wonder if something happened to my daughter to case a massive behavioral change” and NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! You didn’t talk to me, never asked me if Chloe was doing anything, or anything at all. If I even had a minor suspicion that something was happening to Hallie, I would IMMEDIATELY do something about it because THAT IS MY JOB as an adult in her life. You failed me and deserve to know that this traumatized me and gave me PTSD. I am NOT autistic, no matter how much you WANT me to be so you can go around and gain sympathy for “having an autistic daughter” rather than owning up to the fact that you caused what “went wrong” with me.
Not only did you not help prevent me from being molested by my cousin, you also added to my sexual trauma by forcing me to use the giant egg monistat insert to treat a yeast infection when I was 11. I was ELEVEN and you had a bright idea to force a HUGE foreign object into my prepubescent body even though you were fully aware I could have easily gotten a prescription for a pill to swallow from a doctor. I was scared. I had so much pain and itching and needed a mother to hug me, tell me it’s going to be okay, or at the very least, EXPLAIN what I had and how we were going to fix it. You didn’t do any of that. You told me to lay down and proceeded to try and administer medication that is NOT meant for children 12 and under due to the physical damage it could cause. I was clearly in pain and scared, but you kept trying anyways. At any point, you could have stopped and taken me to the fucking doctor, but nope. You then got frustrated that “you couldn’t get it in” and told your 11 year old daughter to shove it inside herself. Then you left the room. I hadn’t even had a period yet, let alone know where my vagina was but you sure felt the need to yet again abandon your parental responsibilities and place them onto your kid! Miraculously, I put it in and wobbled out to lay on the couch because I was in physical pain from BOTH the infection and YOU, but because a child’s body isn’t able to properly fully insert the medication used (which once again I’ll remind you is meant for girls 13 and up), it came out and got on the couch because you didn’t give me a pad. And rather than prioritize your own daughter’s health, safety, wellbeing, and comfort, you were more upset about the stain on the couch and yelled at me. I will never forget in all of the years that I am alive how ashamed and disgusted I felt standing behind you watching you furiously scrub at the stain that I caused (actually, that YOU caused since this never should have happened in the first place!) and feeling a huge flood of guilt every time I saw that couch stain. One of the best days of my life was when we got a new couch and I never had to see that stain again.
All of this caused me to develop anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts and ideation, self harming behaviors, having out of body experiences where I dissociate, and panic attacks amongst other things. YOU caused ALL of this and you fought tooth and nail to convince me that it was MY fault for being broken. “There’s something going on with you,” and you made it your mission to never take any responsibility for any of the trauma that you caused. Not only did you ignore all signs of abuse and sexually assault me yourself, you bullied and helped a family friend Sharon bully me when I was “being mean” to (her daughter) Faith. I was treated like I was a mentally ill monster who couldn’t be trusted and always got in trouble whenever Faith shed a single tear because I was “mean to her”. Faith cried at LEAST 15x a day, and I was blamed every time she decided to say I was the reason. You allowed a monster (Sharon) to ABUSE me and had the incredibly wise idea to start passing along what shit talking you two would say about me TO ME, a 13 year old girl. I was THIRTEEN. I was A CHILD. And yet, you came crying and complaining to me about how tired you were of hearing Sharon say I was being mean to her daughter when you could have TOLD THE OTHER ADULT IN THE SITUATION TO STOP. It never was my responsibility as a child to try and make another adult stop abusing me by “behaving better.” There was nothing wrong with how I was behaving. You never once tried to help me, you always blamed anybody and everybody else for your failures. I would come and ask you for help when I was struggling and if you didn’t care, you would pawn it off to somebody else- “go talk to your older sister” “talk to your therapist about that” “I don’t know what to say except to tell you to pray about it” and when I came back saying praying didn’t magically fix my depression, you told me to pray harder. I guess you really thought it was a skill issue rather than a diagnosable health condition! No wonder I wanted to die! Hahaha! I’ll never forget the look of disgust on your face when I was sobbing hysterically and struggling to get out the words when I told you just how badly I was affected by Sharon and said how you played a role in helping her harm and abuse me. “WELL. I’m SORRY if you think I didn’t protect you enough. I know what that feels like because my parent’s took my sister’s side a few weeks ago when we were having an argument” (as FULLY GROWN 50+ YEAR OLDS arguing and bitching LIKE CHILDREN!) No, mom, it’s not the same. I was a child and not only did you not stop an abuser from harming me, you joined in. You allowed her access to me and you passed along what horrible things she said was wrong with me. “SHARON said she thinks YOU’RE BIPOLAR. Do you think you are?” “Sharon told me that you’re having AN EPISODE and are being mean to Faith! Show me your phone!” Erm? I’m thirteen? What do you expect me to do? “Well, I just don’t understand why you keep bringing this up when it happened so long ago. I just hope you can forgive her and move on.” You’re fucking disgusting. Should I go into detail about how many times I asked you to not interact with Sharon more than you needed to and you proceeded to try and force her into my life more? You KNEW how uncomfortable I was with you attending Faith’s wedding and yet, you cared more about how you looked and not only attended, but hosted both her wedding and wedding shower. I have always wondered why you never cared how I feel until I realized that you prioritize yourself and how you look to other people above anything and everyone. There is a clear pattern of behavior- - When I was 17 and you were berating me at your work for wanting to visit my friend up in Boston to see a concert together because “you just didn’t understand why I’d want to do that” and I started crying. You rolled your eyes and said “you better leave now if you don’t want my next client to see you crying because her appointment is in a few minutes.” You cared more about having your random client seeing me cry and potentially thinking you’re a bad mom than comforting me. - When I was 13 and we were saying our nightly prayer the night that I had my “therapy appointment” (aka, you and my “therapist” chastising me for writing in my diary that I was having suicidal thoughts), when you were praying you said “Dear God, please help (my name)… and… pLEASE HELP ME!!!!” Clearly, YOU were affected more than I was even though I was the one wanting to die because of you. Wow. Your life is so hard! - Telling everyone around you that I “have problems” and am “really struggling” so you can gain an ounce of sympathy. The way that your friends come up and talk to me is baffling. - Laughing about me with my friends in high school when I was out of the room- “hahaha my daughter is sooooo weird hahaha” - When I was 18 and you called my “therapist” (who did NOT get my consent before doing this and violated her ethical guidelines) after I moved out and stopped talking to you, you got her to help you write a list of “rules” to force me to stay in contact with you. They consisted of requiring me to “talk to you, dad, or my sister at least 1x/day” so you “knew that I was safe” aka, you wanted to control me even though I was an adult and not living in your house. I was perfectly safe, and yet you made me sound like I was doing drug deals in the morning, prostituting myself after lunch, and had plans to commit felonies later that night. I went to school, ate, and went back to my apartment. You had no right manipulating me into talking to you by using my therapist, dad, and sister against me. Pathetic. - Telling me to go do my runs on a strange man’s property instead of the road because it’s “safer.” Dad said that this man who I’VE NEVER MET told him that “there are bad people out there who will kidnap her and do horrible things to her, SO INSTEAD she should run on MY property!” Not sketchy or rapey at all, right? And completely dismissing me when I said that made me uncomfortable by saying “my dad knows him”? Lady, do you know any rape statistics? Clearly not, because you’d then know that only 7% of assaults are strangers while 93% are family members or acquaintances. NINETY THREE PERCENT. The amount of times that I’ve mentioned someone made me uncomfortable or had a massive affect on me as a child and you’ve replied with “Oh, well did they touch you?” People don’t have to touch me to traumatize me. You’re pathetic for thinking that.
I’m not mad at Chloe. I don’t feel any anger or ill will towards her at all. She was a child just like I was a child. She was failed more than I was failed. No child acts that way and assaults other children without learning that from somewhere. I blame her parents for what happened to her. I blame YOU for what happened to me. I vividly remember things that my aunt would say the same time this was happening about little girls and their bodies and I want to smash my head against the wall. Children are to be protected above anything and everything else, by you didn’t. Do I hate Faith and think that she’s a bad person because of what happened when we were 13? No. I fully blame you and Sharon. The amount of adults that have failed me in my life keep me up at night. I think about how different my life would be had dad been more involved and seen what was going on and taken me away from you. I am angry with him for that. I dream one day I will be able to sit down with him and tell him everything I have written about and he will hug me, support me, cry with me, and apologize for not being there more to protect me. But who knows, he might defend his child abusing, mentally ill wife and say I’m making up everything. Who knows.
Do you want to know what my sister said when I told her all of this? She apologized to me for not being 15 years older than I am so she could have raised me instead. I want you to sit here and think about how fucked up that is. My own sister wishes she could have taken me away from you so you couldn’t have abused me. I imagine the pressure she must have felt having to grow up while also raising her mother and sister and I sob for her. I’ve sobbed for me for the mental anguish and torture I experienced at your hands. I’ve even sobbed for you because I can’t imagine being even a fraction of how fucked up you are to resort to abusing and neglecting your child- a child you begged to have. A child you had trouble having and prayed for. Embarrassing.
I’m never going to have a relationship with you again. If God is willing, I will never have to interact with you ever again. Saying that phrase “if God is willing” is ironic because you forcing me to pray my problems away rather than helping me led me to not believe in him. How can I believe in something that also neglected me? I’d sit in my dark bedroom night after night praying and sobbing for him to help me. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I felt broken and alone. I now know that I was a child praying for God to take away my PTSD, and that is not possible. My heart breaks for that child.
You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother and human being. I’m truly shocked that I survived you and your abuse. I’m surprised that I didn’t ever try to kill myself to try and get away from you because you’re a vulture that prays on innocent people. The only important people in your life are people you think will give you something or will make you look good. That’s why you refused to ever cut ties with Sharon, you knew she was sexually abused as a child and you couldn’t POSSIBLY NOT be her friend because you need her to be your “friend,” or rather, your token sexually abused as a child friend. I genuinely hope that you get better and become a normal healthy person but I won’t ever be around to see it. I hope you feel even a fraction of the pain and abandonment that I have felt my entire life. Happy Mother’s Day, but today isn’t Mother’s Day for me, it’s Daughter’s Day. Moving far away from you one month ago has truly saved my life. Instead of trying to survive, I am enjoying my life. I would have died in that house. I get to finally celebrate being away from you and celebrate myself for staying strong and fighting when I could have easily given up. You once told me “you feel like I HATE you!” to guilt me into fawning over you and telling you how much I loved you, but now you get the opposite. I DO hate you and hate how you have permanently changed me and I wish to never see you again. Instead of praying for the “God forsaken, atheist, lost, evil, liar, miserable, spiteful, hateful, disgusting, mentally ill, “autistic” daughter, pray for yourself. Pray for God’s forgiveness for emotionally, medically, physically, sexually, and religiously abusing and neglecting me. You deserve to remain in your "clueless" state of "having NO IDEA what you did wrong to make her stop talking to me!" for the rest of your life.Happy Daughter’s Day.
2024.05.19 18:30 GroundbreakingPen103 Help an audio-dum-dum
I don't have a head for music nor am I a particular good judge of sound quality—but my cousin is an audiophile like no other I've met before.
His birthday's coming up and he mentioned being interested in getting into vinyls but he doesn't have a record player.
Could anyone recommend the best sound for your buck record players on the market? It'd be super appreciated!
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His birthday's coming up and he mentioned being interested in getting into vinyls but he doesn't have a record player.
Could anyone recommend the best sound for your buck record players on the market? It'd be super appreciated!
2024.05.19 18:02 brehan8 We have a new baby in the family and I’m just not interested that much
My sister in law and brother just had a baby. And I’m really not a baby person. Or maybe kids idk. And it just makes me feel anxious. lol. Like I have pets and I don’t like kids around my dog because they just do whatever they want. They feed them table scraps and I’m afraid they are doing to touch my dog and my dog isn’t interested. Like it just makes me anxious having kids around.
I felt the same away around my cousins, who are now grown. So now there’s a baby again. And people are like oh you could baby sit. And it’s like no I’m good. I have absolutely no interest. I don’t want to change diapers or babysit. And they just don’t get it. I know it’s my niece and I’m sure I’ll love her and as she gets older I will have more of a relationship with her. But it’s just that baby toddler stage.
I never want kids. It’s such a responsibility and I am a selfish person. I don’t care. But people are just like well what are you going to do when they ask you to babysit. And I’m hoping they don’t because people know I’m not a kids person. Plus I’m sorry but when you have a baby you should take into account daycare and in general babysitting. It’s not my responsibility. And they say well you were a baby once. Like okay?
And when I meet the baby. My parents are going to be like want to hold her. And I really don’t. And they will be like ahh she’s nervous. And it’s like I really just don’t have an interest in holding her. I don’t want baby snuggles or hugs. I sound awful lmao. But people are so pushy about this topic.
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I felt the same away around my cousins, who are now grown. So now there’s a baby again. And people are like oh you could baby sit. And it’s like no I’m good. I have absolutely no interest. I don’t want to change diapers or babysit. And they just don’t get it. I know it’s my niece and I’m sure I’ll love her and as she gets older I will have more of a relationship with her. But it’s just that baby toddler stage.
I never want kids. It’s such a responsibility and I am a selfish person. I don’t care. But people are just like well what are you going to do when they ask you to babysit. And I’m hoping they don’t because people know I’m not a kids person. Plus I’m sorry but when you have a baby you should take into account daycare and in general babysitting. It’s not my responsibility. And they say well you were a baby once. Like okay?
And when I meet the baby. My parents are going to be like want to hold her. And I really don’t. And they will be like ahh she’s nervous. And it’s like I really just don’t have an interest in holding her. I don’t want baby snuggles or hugs. I sound awful lmao. But people are so pushy about this topic.
2024.05.19 17:50 Ok_Minute_4507 Ghost or Demon on tinder date? Canada
Couple years back I matched with a girl on tinder from the same city. She offered that I come over and watch a movie at her place. Everything was going well until she put on the movie… it was weird I couldn’t focus on the movie because it was in black and white (who would put a movie in black and white lol) all I could think about was how I was going to get her upstairs to her room so we could hook up. (Piece of shit right ?! Lol) We were sitting on what I call an “L” couch in her living room where we were watching the movie. The edge of the couch where I was sitting was in the corner of the room, hard to explain but basically where I was sitting was the corner of the room with only walls behind me. I was being quite patient and didn’t push her too much but there came a point where I had enough and was about to ask her if we can go upstairs but before I could even move my lips someone or something yelled in my ear to “get out” …sounded like a male and very demonic.
Before anyone questions my sanity or if I was under the influence both are out of question, I’ve never had this happen to me and I could feel the vibration on my ear drum from the voice…as if someone cupped their hands and yelled in your ear. anyways naturally when this happened I got up and questioned everything. “Did you hear that?” “ is there anyone else in the house?” She claimed she didn’t hear anything and sort of smiled at me and played it off that I was nervous. I was starting to get uncomfortable and could feel the energy of the room shifting and I was genuinely ready to leave without hooking up or anything until she asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. But I was still stunned and confused and asked her straight up if she has ever encountered anything paranormal in this house. She said no but then continued to tell me how one of her cousins was murdered, chopped up, and pieces of her were sent to the family-her house being one of them… (wtf wild right?) but that wouldn’t explain the male voice I heard because her cousin was a young female.
Still a little scared and confused - I should’ve left but she was pretty and now inviting me to go upstairs to her room. This is where things get really scary for ME because I know myself and would never do this but anyways when we got to her room she invited me to take a shower with her, at this point I knew we were going to hook up and was eager to get it over with and leave. Normally I would’ve joined her in the shower but for some reason I was still on edge and checking over my shoulder every second like a weirdo so I told her I would wait on her bed for her. I remember sitting on her bed and just looking around the room. Next thing I know it’s morning…… apparently I passed out on the bed before she could get back into the room. Very odd.. I was waiting to hook up and leave… no intentions of sleeping over at all and no drugs or alcohol involved. I couldn’t remember how I fell asleep its incredible. When I woke up in the morning she acted like nothing happened. She said I was sleeping like a baby and she didn’t want to wake me up. Whatever was there that night was protecting her or didn’t want me to f$&@ her. So weird and would like to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. This is the only time something like this has happened
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Before anyone questions my sanity or if I was under the influence both are out of question, I’ve never had this happen to me and I could feel the vibration on my ear drum from the voice…as if someone cupped their hands and yelled in your ear. anyways naturally when this happened I got up and questioned everything. “Did you hear that?” “ is there anyone else in the house?” She claimed she didn’t hear anything and sort of smiled at me and played it off that I was nervous. I was starting to get uncomfortable and could feel the energy of the room shifting and I was genuinely ready to leave without hooking up or anything until she asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. But I was still stunned and confused and asked her straight up if she has ever encountered anything paranormal in this house. She said no but then continued to tell me how one of her cousins was murdered, chopped up, and pieces of her were sent to the family-her house being one of them… (wtf wild right?) but that wouldn’t explain the male voice I heard because her cousin was a young female.
Still a little scared and confused - I should’ve left but she was pretty and now inviting me to go upstairs to her room. This is where things get really scary for ME because I know myself and would never do this but anyways when we got to her room she invited me to take a shower with her, at this point I knew we were going to hook up and was eager to get it over with and leave. Normally I would’ve joined her in the shower but for some reason I was still on edge and checking over my shoulder every second like a weirdo so I told her I would wait on her bed for her. I remember sitting on her bed and just looking around the room. Next thing I know it’s morning…… apparently I passed out on the bed before she could get back into the room. Very odd.. I was waiting to hook up and leave… no intentions of sleeping over at all and no drugs or alcohol involved. I couldn’t remember how I fell asleep its incredible. When I woke up in the morning she acted like nothing happened. She said I was sleeping like a baby and she didn’t want to wake me up. Whatever was there that night was protecting her or didn’t want me to f$&@ her. So weird and would like to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. This is the only time something like this has happened
2024.05.19 17:47 According_Ice_4863 Ancient bloodline (vampyr subclass)
(this is a subclass for a class i dont own, the creator is 23BLUENINJA:The Vampyre v1.0 - Live your Darkest Fantasies as a member of the Cursed Blood with Terrifying Class for the World's Greatest Roleplaying Game! : )
The disease known as vampirism has had many different species over the course of history, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. The earliest form of vampirism was all the way back in the stone age, when giant beasts roamed the world. This disease would later adapt and change to different biome and giving different powers, but some variation of the original strain still exists, hiding in the deepest wilderness.
Cold blooded anathema
At 3rd level, your cold blood weakens you. When you take cold damage, you are weakened until the end of your next turn.
Bloodline spells
3rd:shatter, hunters mark 5th:erupting earth 7th:dominate beast 9th:wrath of nature
Apex Predator
At 3rd level, your ancient lineage is showing. You gain natural armor of 13+constitution. Additionally your unarmed strikes now to slashing damage instead of bludgeoning damage. Additionally when using simple weapons, their damage dice is replaced by your blood dice (unless the weapon damage dice is greater).
Ancient Spirits
At 6th level, you gain the ability to summon 8 velociraptors or 1 allosaurus using conjure animals.
Theropod Form
At 6th level, when you use your shapechange ability you can become a theropod dinosaur, gaining the following benefits for the duration:
At 10th level, your ancient blood grows stronger. You are always under the effect of the speak with animals spell, but it only works on birds and reptiles. Additionally your crit range for unarmed strikes or simple weapons is increased to 19-20. Additionally your vampire spawn gains the following benefits.
At 14th level, you gain the ability to channel your voice into a ground shaking roar. As an action you can roar, unleashing a sound wave that forces all creatures within 120 feet to make a constitution saving throw (DC=8+prof bonus+con modifier.) or take thunder damage equal to 5 times your vampyre level and be deafened until cured. On a successful save they take half damage and arent deafened. Once you use this ability you cant do so again until you finish a long rest.
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The disease known as vampirism has had many different species over the course of history, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. The earliest form of vampirism was all the way back in the stone age, when giant beasts roamed the world. This disease would later adapt and change to different biome and giving different powers, but some variation of the original strain still exists, hiding in the deepest wilderness.
Cold blooded anathema
At 3rd level, your cold blood weakens you. When you take cold damage, you are weakened until the end of your next turn.
Bloodline spells
3rd:shatter, hunters mark 5th:erupting earth 7th:dominate beast 9th:wrath of nature
Apex Predator
At 3rd level, your ancient lineage is showing. You gain natural armor of 13+constitution. Additionally your unarmed strikes now to slashing damage instead of bludgeoning damage. Additionally when using simple weapons, their damage dice is replaced by your blood dice (unless the weapon damage dice is greater).
Ancient Spirits
At 6th level, you gain the ability to summon 8 velociraptors or 1 allosaurus using conjure animals.
Theropod Form
At 6th level, when you use your shapechange ability you can become a theropod dinosaur, gaining the following benefits for the duration:
- you are unable to speak but can manipulate objects, though you cant use weapons or shields.
- your movement speed is now 50 feet and you are large sized
- once per turn when you hit a creature with an unarmed strike you can force the target to make a strength saving throw (DC=8+prof bonus+strength mod) or be knocked prone.
- you can bite a prone creature.
At 10th level, your ancient blood grows stronger. You are always under the effect of the speak with animals spell, but it only works on birds and reptiles. Additionally your crit range for unarmed strikes or simple weapons is increased to 19-20. Additionally your vampire spawn gains the following benefits.
- they have your cold blooded anathema trait
- they gain +2 to AC
- their speed is increased by 10 feet.
- they can bite a prone creature.
At 14th level, you gain the ability to channel your voice into a ground shaking roar. As an action you can roar, unleashing a sound wave that forces all creatures within 120 feet to make a constitution saving throw (DC=8+prof bonus+con modifier.) or take thunder damage equal to 5 times your vampyre level and be deafened until cured. On a successful save they take half damage and arent deafened. Once you use this ability you cant do so again until you finish a long rest.
2024.05.19 17:39 villainfvcker (after making stuff up in my head for an hour) wow.. everyone is out here thinking what a loser and stupid bum i am. i just have to become depressed and withdrawn over this for the next 5 days (im so sorry for the big rant)
i hate get togethers with my insanely more successful cousins. i just had the WORST day yesterday, and i couldn’t stop thinking about every single thing i did that was wrong and not correct in a very obvious social situation.
like, after the initial hi and hellos, i fell silent as my mom and my younger sister immediately started laughing and joking around with them. my cousins are also in their early 20s like me, but theyre very successful with great jobs and they travel all over the world. i’ve known them my entire life but our visits are rare so each time i fumble over how much they’ve changed, how many stories they have and how affluent they can make themselves be just by the way they act. anything i say or add in on the conversation just falls flat because it sounds so unfunny and lame. i am just a failed artist who is just working at a bookstore now, there’s not much to talk about there.
i was so awkward, every time i tried to ask them something new about their life or plans i got all my words tangled and stuttered so i just paused and pretended to laugh it away as they continued being a lot more interested in my younger sister’s conversations.
my aunt made a lot of food so she called everyone inside to get some. idk anyone else but i hate getting food around so many people i’m shy around. everyone was easily grabbing plates and forks and loading up on different platters but i just froze and stood outside on the deck, pretending to scroll through my phone. i never know how to act normal when getting food—i feel like i will look greedy and stupid as i awkwardly shuffle around spooning food on my plate and look for somewhere to eat it. so i just stood on the deck until i heard my mom be like “where’s (my name)” and she saw me outside and sighed really loud. she handed me a plate and fork and told me not to be shy right now. i could tell she was so annoyed by my inability to be normal and just get food on my own like a grown person, and to my embarrassment at this point i had TEARS POOLING IN MY EYES. oh my god i was scared shitless that they would fall as i was trying to quickly spoon pasta onto my plate. WHY WAS I ON THE VERGE OF CRYING OH MY GOD??? my uncle was across from me and he was like “oh no chicken?” and i stuttered out something about being a vegetarian and everyone nearby chuckled and i dont even know if the tears dropped or not but i just immediately stepped out onto the deck again.
at this point all my cousins and my sister had their chairs in a circle as they conversed really loudly and laughing as they ate. one of my cousins waved me over to bring my chair to the circle, but there was literally no space for mine so i just awkwardly placed it a few feet away from the circle and ate in silence as they continued their talk. i was silent the entire time, nobody asked me anything about myself or my life, just politely asked if i wanted more food or drinks to which i obviously said no to even though i was still starving from only scooping like two scoops of pasta on my plate. my sister who is years younger than me was so much better at this. she talked and laughed and made them all collapse with laughter.
my mind always goes blank whenever i want to say something funny or cool around other people. i get so, so shy. i start to have this stupid waver in my voice and i always look like i have tears in my eyes. my words never ever come out in the right order.
one of my aunt’s friend was there and she was like oh “why does (my name) not talk much she’s just sitting there?” and my mom told her that i’ve always been a quiet and shy person and that i like to be by myself. obviously my mom is not at fault here but in my head i was like no!!! no i do not like to be by myself please talk to me everybody just start the conversation with me first and ask follow up questions so i can keep continuing it please talk to me!!!! please i can be interesting and funny too just bring me into the conversation more please!!!
oh i am just so fucking bad at this i will keep looping everything i did wrong for the next week.
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like, after the initial hi and hellos, i fell silent as my mom and my younger sister immediately started laughing and joking around with them. my cousins are also in their early 20s like me, but theyre very successful with great jobs and they travel all over the world. i’ve known them my entire life but our visits are rare so each time i fumble over how much they’ve changed, how many stories they have and how affluent they can make themselves be just by the way they act. anything i say or add in on the conversation just falls flat because it sounds so unfunny and lame. i am just a failed artist who is just working at a bookstore now, there’s not much to talk about there.
i was so awkward, every time i tried to ask them something new about their life or plans i got all my words tangled and stuttered so i just paused and pretended to laugh it away as they continued being a lot more interested in my younger sister’s conversations.
my aunt made a lot of food so she called everyone inside to get some. idk anyone else but i hate getting food around so many people i’m shy around. everyone was easily grabbing plates and forks and loading up on different platters but i just froze and stood outside on the deck, pretending to scroll through my phone. i never know how to act normal when getting food—i feel like i will look greedy and stupid as i awkwardly shuffle around spooning food on my plate and look for somewhere to eat it. so i just stood on the deck until i heard my mom be like “where’s (my name)” and she saw me outside and sighed really loud. she handed me a plate and fork and told me not to be shy right now. i could tell she was so annoyed by my inability to be normal and just get food on my own like a grown person, and to my embarrassment at this point i had TEARS POOLING IN MY EYES. oh my god i was scared shitless that they would fall as i was trying to quickly spoon pasta onto my plate. WHY WAS I ON THE VERGE OF CRYING OH MY GOD??? my uncle was across from me and he was like “oh no chicken?” and i stuttered out something about being a vegetarian and everyone nearby chuckled and i dont even know if the tears dropped or not but i just immediately stepped out onto the deck again.
at this point all my cousins and my sister had their chairs in a circle as they conversed really loudly and laughing as they ate. one of my cousins waved me over to bring my chair to the circle, but there was literally no space for mine so i just awkwardly placed it a few feet away from the circle and ate in silence as they continued their talk. i was silent the entire time, nobody asked me anything about myself or my life, just politely asked if i wanted more food or drinks to which i obviously said no to even though i was still starving from only scooping like two scoops of pasta on my plate. my sister who is years younger than me was so much better at this. she talked and laughed and made them all collapse with laughter.
my mind always goes blank whenever i want to say something funny or cool around other people. i get so, so shy. i start to have this stupid waver in my voice and i always look like i have tears in my eyes. my words never ever come out in the right order.
one of my aunt’s friend was there and she was like oh “why does (my name) not talk much she’s just sitting there?” and my mom told her that i’ve always been a quiet and shy person and that i like to be by myself. obviously my mom is not at fault here but in my head i was like no!!! no i do not like to be by myself please talk to me everybody just start the conversation with me first and ask follow up questions so i can keep continuing it please talk to me!!!! please i can be interesting and funny too just bring me into the conversation more please!!!
oh i am just so fucking bad at this i will keep looping everything i did wrong for the next week.
2024.05.19 17:38 ol_moosie 3 nights tent camping with dogs in June- bad idea?
I just booked a site for tent camping in Frisco for myself and my 2 dogs in mid June. I know the presence of biting/ stinging insects on the ocean side, especially the biting flies, is heavily influenced by wind direction but will they be atrocious in the campgrounds in the morning/ evenings regardless of the winds?
Also, am I a fool for thinking that biting flies won’t be too bad on the sound side vs the ocean side on the days with a good west wind?
I can deal but don’t want my dogs to be miserable!!
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Also, am I a fool for thinking that biting flies won’t be too bad on the sound side vs the ocean side on the days with a good west wind?
I can deal but don’t want my dogs to be miserable!!
2024.05.19 17:34 Kai_themouse Going to the GP with symptoms (undiagnosed)
So finally have decided after years of gi issues that went into remission and have resurfaced after about 2 1/2 years to go to my GP for coeliac testing. I have explained my symptoms over and over again to other doctors in the past and been fobbed off with antibiotics and meditation that have done nothing. Also been told to stop being stressed 😥😫 by doctors ive seen for other things as I'm Anemic (iron) & my CRP/ inflammation levels keep coming back elevated.
Every time I just take a bite of wheat products, I get; stabbing stomach pains, excess wind, bloating so bad I look like I'm 4-5 months pregnant (according to several relatives/ friends), crying and or screaming from sleep or in the day (used to get this as a kid), lethargic (feels like I'm being weighed down/ panda like dark eye circles/etc) and fatigue (I've fallen asleep at uni lectures/ seminars/ workshops, on café or pub tables when out with friend's, on steps/ pavement near my university building several times, etc), loss of appetite but so so hungry but I can't eat, nausea/ vomiting, constipation & diarrhea in one day, balance issues, itchy skin rash on my wrist that isn't healing & first noticed it appeared in March 2024 after I ate/ touched some bread which sounds so crazy, joint pain/ stiffness exacerbated. Oh and the brain fog/ memory issues have been absolutely bad than usual ( I have Autism&ADHD)-> leaving bathroom doors unlocked (gave my housemate a shock this morning when on the toilet), leaving ovens on when leaving for uni, etc.
One of my best friends at uni who happens to be coeliac noticed I was really struggling last summer but said until I'm tested to keep eating the stuff however they have been so supportive and think I either have coeliac or smthg else. They've become one of my rocks. My mum is also very worried about me.
I'm very nervous around doctors, been in & out of them since I was born due to so many chronic health issues I have as well as being autistic/ ADHD, so I'm not sure what I will tell the doctor to ask them for testing or for them to believe me but I'm going to try my best and keep pushing. I'm 23 atm and it's affecting my sleep & daily routine. I don't expect medical advice as you're not medical professionals. Generic advice or a relating anecdote, would be good to hear x.
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Every time I just take a bite of wheat products, I get; stabbing stomach pains, excess wind, bloating so bad I look like I'm 4-5 months pregnant (according to several relatives/ friends), crying and or screaming from sleep or in the day (used to get this as a kid), lethargic (feels like I'm being weighed down/ panda like dark eye circles/etc) and fatigue (I've fallen asleep at uni lectures/ seminars/ workshops, on café or pub tables when out with friend's, on steps/ pavement near my university building several times, etc), loss of appetite but so so hungry but I can't eat, nausea/ vomiting, constipation & diarrhea in one day, balance issues, itchy skin rash on my wrist that isn't healing & first noticed it appeared in March 2024 after I ate/ touched some bread which sounds so crazy, joint pain/ stiffness exacerbated. Oh and the brain fog/ memory issues have been absolutely bad than usual ( I have Autism&ADHD)-> leaving bathroom doors unlocked (gave my housemate a shock this morning when on the toilet), leaving ovens on when leaving for uni, etc.
One of my best friends at uni who happens to be coeliac noticed I was really struggling last summer but said until I'm tested to keep eating the stuff however they have been so supportive and think I either have coeliac or smthg else. They've become one of my rocks. My mum is also very worried about me.
I'm very nervous around doctors, been in & out of them since I was born due to so many chronic health issues I have as well as being autistic/ ADHD, so I'm not sure what I will tell the doctor to ask them for testing or for them to believe me but I'm going to try my best and keep pushing. I'm 23 atm and it's affecting my sleep & daily routine. I don't expect medical advice as you're not medical professionals. Generic advice or a relating anecdote, would be good to hear x.
2024.05.19 17:26 Late-Difference7734 AITA for asking my cousin to stop talking about prom
I (15F) was at my nans yesterday and my cousin (16F) was there. She was telling me about prom and showing me dresses she liked and it just like made me so jealous because i’m homeschooled so i’ll never get a prom and it’s not fair. I don’t even think i’d enjoy prom now I probably would’ve enjoyed it if I was still in school though. Anyway she always tells me about school when I see her which is fine obviously but it just makes me jealous I never say anything though because most of the time I can’t just not focus on it but sometimes it just makes me feel worse then usual. I asked her if we could talk about something else and she got really upset because this is something she’s excited about and she just like wants to tell me. I said sorry and I told her that I hope she has a good time but I don’t wanna talk about it anymore because it was making me uncomfortable and she ignored me and walked out of the room. I haven’t spoken to her since.
I just like try to avoid anything about school like I don’t look at pictures from when I was in school and I try not to go out after 3 because that’s when everyone my age has finished school and they’re always with their friends and it just annoys me so I avoid it. I know that probably sounds so stupid but it’s just what works. I didn’t mean to upset her I just really don’t like talking about school stuff it just makes me realise what i’m missing out on so. Idk i’m the arsehole or not, I guess it was kinda rude to tell her to change the subject
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I just like try to avoid anything about school like I don’t look at pictures from when I was in school and I try not to go out after 3 because that’s when everyone my age has finished school and they’re always with their friends and it just annoys me so I avoid it. I know that probably sounds so stupid but it’s just what works. I didn’t mean to upset her I just really don’t like talking about school stuff it just makes me realise what i’m missing out on so. Idk i’m the arsehole or not, I guess it was kinda rude to tell her to change the subject
2024.05.19 17:22 Extreme_Engine_9917 AITA for not visiting my MIL
I (42) F and my Husband (52) M have been married for 22 years. I was 19 when we married. MIL (72) F has always treated me differently. It started out as she would bite my head off. For a long time I ignored it. After years of tolerating her actions it got to a point where I did not want to visit with her. I had expressed this with my husband, he said it was my fault because I didn't say hi when we got there. Most of the time they were talking when the rest of the family was coming in and I was extremely shy at that time in my life. It got to the point where he would beg me to go with him saying "it was for him". As bad as I didn't want to go I would give in for "him". Fast forward, we now have 3 children and she treats them the same way she has me over the years. It just us she treats this way. My BIL (42) is married with kids and MIL absolutely dotes on him and his kids. My kids found our that she had given their cousins gifts for Christmas that were pretty expensive but not until we were gone. She once said that she wouldn't be buying birthday gift for the in-laws (meaning the spouses of her children) besides BILs wife, meaning just me. I was the one to buy gifts for her at Christmas, birthday ect. I have since stopped. I'll be honest my husband isn't really the greatest gift giver and is usually trying to round something up last minute. She has said things to my kids about our financial situation which she would know nothing about. Her words were "they are wasteful with money". We have a paid off home, new car and business that sustains our income. She has also said other things that have bothered my kids. They are aware that she shows extreme favoritism towards the other grand children and it hurts their feelings. She has paid other grandchildren and neighbors to mow her grass but has never offered my kids whom have to take our equipment to do it with. It has gotten to the point my older two children (younger one doesn't know any better yet) don't want to go but my husband forces them. Mothers day I didn't go, her birthday I didn't go. I feel like it's a little bit of jealousy because we are doing better than the BIL, she has just not liked me from the get go..I don't know but I refuse to go where I'm not wanted. AITA for refusing to go.
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2024.05.19 17:12 VizierAreme Rough Chapter 5
Waking up in the middle of the night I find myself restless
So much has come into focus in the last few days. The station, my first steps on another world. It is all a bit overwhelming. Relaxing my thoughts drift off thinking about how I got here. A young girl on Europa, being selected for training after my aptitude tests, the Academy on Ganymede. Then as always my thoughts drift back to… her…
Lucy…
We started at rivals at the academy, we were from different worlds. Literally, me from Europa a wet ocean world remote and isolated, her an inner worlder from the hot dusty plains of Venus. We were water and fire.
The professors pitted us against each other from day one, based on our aptitude tests we were the top of the class. They split the class into teams and gave us challenges. I like to say I got the better of her, I was fast out the gate winning a few challenges. But Lucy turned back on me in a vengeance, she had a magnetism to her that caused our classmates to almost be addicted to her. People from my team would defect over to Lucy. Soon I found myself vastly outnumbered.
One day after Lucy and her team thrashed me again in a simulated strategy challenge. I left and I needed to be alone. I showered, went into the sauna. Replaying the moves again and again. How was I going to get the upper hand. She outnumbered me so much.
Everyone knew to leave me alone in the sauna. It was where I thought, relaxed, my place of peace. I was frustrated, I lean back against the wall and let me hands wander. Gently down my body, letting my stress evaporate as I tease myself…Then the door opened…. And it was Lucy. A cocky grin in her face.
We had been thinking about nothing but each other and we had both become obsessed. When that tension broke. Let me just say in a sauna fire and water combine to make something beautiful. Lucy and I did as well.
She moved towards me quickly, letting her towel drop, she was direct with a purpose. Grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply. I was shocked.. surprised... Excited..
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. A deep need inside of me welling up, our lips slid across each other's as our tongue intertwined. I poured my life water of passion into her. She flared up and accepted my passion. Her hands exploring my body as I moved my knees between her legs.
Fuuuccckkk…. When she arched her back… so beautiful… MMM nnngghhhh an orgasm washed over me in my bed while I thought of Lucy.
Panting… even after all this time, separated by a waygate and unfathomable distance my body still yearned for her, I still yearned for her. Rolling onto my side I stare out my window into the vastness of space and the void. My fingers still ryhmically dancing on my pussy. Fingers sliding in and out
Your taught at the academy not to develop attachments, especially since the top prize, the highest honor of our training, to one day fly a deep space exploration through a waygate. Which would put us alone, in a different system. Like I am now.
Even if I power up my waygate in record time and rush home. Lucy is most likely gone. She was my alternate, meaning had I been unable to go this time she would have. It also means she most likely the deployed to her own system and would be gone before I returned. Likely I would never see her again.
Biting my lips and pressing a hand out onto the glass…yes…yes.. there
Fuck again….Fuucckkkkk LLLLuuucccCC
EeeeeeeeeerrrrrreeeemmmmmAAAAAA, a beautiful black haired woman orgasms in a bed identical to Emeras save the ambient lighting is blue inside of pink.
Fuck…. That was good. I find myself panting as I step out into the hallway of my ship. 2 days since the waygate, 6 months since I last saw Emera. Since she departed through her gate. Stars know if she still lives.
It was a rare happening, another gate coming online shortly after Emera’s departure. I thought I would be flying routine patrols around the system. Now I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts of her, and my AI Julia. Fuck. Why couldn't we have gone together. Why only one pilot to a ship. Who knows maybe she's thinking of me. Technically the systems we are in are closer together than home. That's something…
You're probably wondering if I was outnumbered and Lucy normally had my number in competition then how did I get to leave first. Yes, I did sleep with high command. That was only my closing argument though. You see Lucy had her magnetism that caused people to be addicted to her, she drew people in. But I was better at strategy and nuanced maneuvers.
The rules weren't strict on the teams, people defected all the time. Keeping your people together was part of the challenge. I decided to break that challenge.
No Battleplan survives first contact with the enemy afterall. Why not break the competition itself
My enemy wasn't Lucy, trust me we had been together enough at this point my heart swelled when I saw her. My enemy was the rules, and proctors.
There had to be two team in the academy for the lessons to work. But the rules only set a minimum not a maximum.
Lucy and her best 4 left her team, and me and my best 4 left my team. We formed a new team with Lucy and I at the head. The proctors were fuming. I was called into their offices again and again. Which is what led to me sleeping with a few of them to get ahead. It is always good to solicit a meeting with superiors, you can always be turned to your advantage.
In the Academy, there were 50 of us girls. The proctors let us keep our 3rd team, but declared no one else could join us. It was the ten of us vs double our number on both the other teams. Not ideal… but we had Lucy and I together. My how we shined
We out maneuvered, out paced, and out thought the other teams again and again and again..
Entering into the final the proctors split everyone up, eliminating the team. Just to try and stop us from sweeping the competition. Instead there would be 25 teams of 2 members each of our own selection. Lucy and I naturally selected each other.
We set down on a terraformed valley on Mars, all the other duos were around. The mission was complex. Gather knowledge, survive in the wilderness, there were simulator villages where we had to set up relations, and if possible eliminate other teams.
The gravity is different from what I'm used to, my body feels heavy. Sluggish, they train us on this and soon I'll adapt. But first landing it hits me like a weight. Ffuuuccckkk I murmur as I land my account ship on the surface.
Lucy always compares a new celestial body to a lover. Well for me Mars just grabbed my hair, slapped my ass and pushed in
Fuck I can't imagine landing on Earth. Triple this, fuck that give me my moon mother's oceans anyday.
I suck deep and hard on the control in my mouth and all three extract from me. I am about to get up from the control seat when I feel a palm in the small of my back
“Lucy not funny, let me up” I say
She giggles, and rubs my ass cheeks before her fingers rub against my lips
I moan biting my lip as I push myself against her hand
“I knew the gravity here would give a Moonie like you a good fucking, you're so wet my love”
Rolling my head back and forth..”quickly we have to debrief and set up camp” I moan
She smacks my ass again and her fingers deftly slide to work, one hand pinning me to the chair while she teases my sex, her thumb rubbing in perfect circles on my clit and her fingers pulling on my g-spot
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes uuuhhhhh my love it feel so good” shaking my hips back and forth I feel it building as I rock my hips on her hand
Squeezing….my leg….quivering… my voice squeaking… “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh ffuuuccckkk” I moan as I feel the orgasm wash over me…
Lucy slaps my ass playfully and licks her fingers… “let's go my love, stop playing around we have to set up camp” she giggles
“Oh!! You!!” I get up and rush after her slapping her ass when I catch up
Carryalls follow us out of the ship.. I immediately sent out the scout drones and assessed our landing spot. Allocating tasks and running diagnostics.
Lucy set about converting the ship to a shelter and arranging power arrays, and deciding on perimeter defenses
We were a perfect power duo. Our carryalls and scouts were soon all at work, and Lucy was finishing up the shelter
I needed to repay her, so I slowly walked up behind her. She heard my heavy steps in the gravity. Turning to look at me she beamed at me. My heart melted and grabbing both sides of her face I pinned her to the side of the ship. Our bodies intertwined and our lips locked.
She moaned at me giggling, pushing my knee between her legs, and we quickly undressed each other. Her mouth on my breast, as my hand glided down to her slick vagina.
Grabbing her chin roughly and up turning her head exposing her neck I sink my teeth into it as I push forward with my knee back and forth pressing my fingers in and out of her.
A deep moan emanates from her, licking my bite mark I kiss up her neck until my forehead is resting hers. Eye to eye, I watch the pleasure build in her. Thrust after thrust of my knee. My fingers pressing into her g-spot every time, my palms pressing and grinding onto her clit
“Cum for me my love, give me your sweetness, I want your water to be the first I drink on this planet” I breath
I feel her pussy tighten and grip my fingers. Her legs twisting around me… she goes silent… a flush rises in her flesh… we kiss deep, and long, and passionately as I feel her gush onto my hand as orgasm rapts her body..
I watch her eyes dilate and relax I kiss her gently again before kissing down, my lips brushing through her pubic hair tickling my lips. Opening my mouth and pressing my tongue in I drink of her orgasm
My fingers inside pressing to work again, she cries out as she rocks her hips grinding her lips to mine. As she gushes another orgasm into my mouth..
I can even taste and feel it now on my tongue…
Releasing her, and helping her up I grin
Walking awayz the top of my leotard open my tits out in the sun
“I'm up by one my love, and you taste so GGGGOOOOoooOOooddddDD” I giggle setting back to work.
Days and weeks pass Lucy and I set up our camp. Wefind nearby teams before they find us. We quickly fall on them in the night, clearing our immediate area, eliminating them from the contest. We bathe in a nearby stream, sun ourselves on the rocks, make love on the soft moss of the forest.
I don't know if I've ever been happier, ever been more at peace l than I was then with Lucy. Her and I… her and I against the world.
We make good progress setting up relations with 12 of the 15 villages. Our camp is well stocked. We receive updates from the proctors from dead drops. Seems out of the 25 teams only 8 remain. Lucy and I have eliminated 7 ourselves.
We need to be the last standing, triumphant together.. so that maybe.. maybe we can convince them to send two of us on a ship. Imagine the wonders, this wouldn't be temporary, but would become our life.
Lucy and I talk about it often. We can convince them. We'll defeat the others then refuse to turn on each other.
Our dream died that night…
We were naked, curled up in each others arms when the alarm sounded..all the alarms
Proximity alert for 14 signals… they had teamed up on us. 14 on 2 they were going to eliminate the front runners while they still could.
Fuck.
Lucy and I turned and quickly downed our emergency biotic vials just as a concussive blast hit our ship shelter.
“Fuck! They aren't supposed to attack equipment!” I yell
“The proctors must have sent them, they should be intervening with that!” Lucy says
“You're better in a fight, charge them and I'll flank” I yell
We nod at each other and we are off naked as the day we were born
Lucy bursts from our ship her shield bursting out in front of her
I dart out the side and task our scouts and drones to make dive bomb attacks on the intruders
I leap over a blast, grab a tree branch and swing. I land my legs on either side of the head. Of one the attackers, twisting my flip her over and knock her out. Back on the run, I see Lucy take out another one as drones dive in and out of the chaos.
Lucy blocks to her right and charges blasting herself high into the air, twirling before blasting herself downward tackling her target to the ground and eliminating her.
She's about to get blasted from behind when I take the attackers in the flank, knee to the solarplex. My hand on the side of her neck I thrust up hard with my knee. In the low gravity she turns and flies off into the trees as I raise my hands and blast another in the side.
She turns just in time to block my attack, when Lucy rockets into her side with her elbow
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So much has come into focus in the last few days. The station, my first steps on another world. It is all a bit overwhelming. Relaxing my thoughts drift off thinking about how I got here. A young girl on Europa, being selected for training after my aptitude tests, the Academy on Ganymede. Then as always my thoughts drift back to… her…
Lucy…
We started at rivals at the academy, we were from different worlds. Literally, me from Europa a wet ocean world remote and isolated, her an inner worlder from the hot dusty plains of Venus. We were water and fire.
The professors pitted us against each other from day one, based on our aptitude tests we were the top of the class. They split the class into teams and gave us challenges. I like to say I got the better of her, I was fast out the gate winning a few challenges. But Lucy turned back on me in a vengeance, she had a magnetism to her that caused our classmates to almost be addicted to her. People from my team would defect over to Lucy. Soon I found myself vastly outnumbered.
One day after Lucy and her team thrashed me again in a simulated strategy challenge. I left and I needed to be alone. I showered, went into the sauna. Replaying the moves again and again. How was I going to get the upper hand. She outnumbered me so much.
Everyone knew to leave me alone in the sauna. It was where I thought, relaxed, my place of peace. I was frustrated, I lean back against the wall and let me hands wander. Gently down my body, letting my stress evaporate as I tease myself…Then the door opened…. And it was Lucy. A cocky grin in her face.
We had been thinking about nothing but each other and we had both become obsessed. When that tension broke. Let me just say in a sauna fire and water combine to make something beautiful. Lucy and I did as well.
She moved towards me quickly, letting her towel drop, she was direct with a purpose. Grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply. I was shocked.. surprised... Excited..
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. A deep need inside of me welling up, our lips slid across each other's as our tongue intertwined. I poured my life water of passion into her. She flared up and accepted my passion. Her hands exploring my body as I moved my knees between her legs.
Fuuuccckkk…. When she arched her back… so beautiful… MMM nnngghhhh an orgasm washed over me in my bed while I thought of Lucy.
Panting… even after all this time, separated by a waygate and unfathomable distance my body still yearned for her, I still yearned for her. Rolling onto my side I stare out my window into the vastness of space and the void. My fingers still ryhmically dancing on my pussy. Fingers sliding in and out
Your taught at the academy not to develop attachments, especially since the top prize, the highest honor of our training, to one day fly a deep space exploration through a waygate. Which would put us alone, in a different system. Like I am now.
Even if I power up my waygate in record time and rush home. Lucy is most likely gone. She was my alternate, meaning had I been unable to go this time she would have. It also means she most likely the deployed to her own system and would be gone before I returned. Likely I would never see her again.
Biting my lips and pressing a hand out onto the glass…yes…yes.. there
Fuck again….Fuucckkkkk LLLLuuucccCC
Fuck…. That was good. I find myself panting as I step out into the hallway of my ship. 2 days since the waygate, 6 months since I last saw Emera. Since she departed through her gate. Stars know if she still lives.
It was a rare happening, another gate coming online shortly after Emera’s departure. I thought I would be flying routine patrols around the system. Now I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts of her, and my AI Julia. Fuck. Why couldn't we have gone together. Why only one pilot to a ship. Who knows maybe she's thinking of me. Technically the systems we are in are closer together than home. That's something…
The rules weren't strict on the teams, people defected all the time. Keeping your people together was part of the challenge. I decided to break that challenge.
No Battleplan survives first contact with the enemy afterall. Why not break the competition itself
My enemy wasn't Lucy, trust me we had been together enough at this point my heart swelled when I saw her. My enemy was the rules, and proctors.
There had to be two team in the academy for the lessons to work. But the rules only set a minimum not a maximum.
Lucy and her best 4 left her team, and me and my best 4 left my team. We formed a new team with Lucy and I at the head. The proctors were fuming. I was called into their offices again and again. Which is what led to me sleeping with a few of them to get ahead. It is always good to solicit a meeting with superiors, you can always be turned to your advantage.
In the Academy, there were 50 of us girls. The proctors let us keep our 3rd team, but declared no one else could join us. It was the ten of us vs double our number on both the other teams. Not ideal… but we had Lucy and I together. My how we shined
We out maneuvered, out paced, and out thought the other teams again and again and again..
Entering into the final the proctors split everyone up, eliminating the team. Just to try and stop us from sweeping the competition. Instead there would be 25 teams of 2 members each of our own selection. Lucy and I naturally selected each other.
We set down on a terraformed valley on Mars, all the other duos were around. The mission was complex. Gather knowledge, survive in the wilderness, there were simulator villages where we had to set up relations, and if possible eliminate other teams.
The gravity is different from what I'm used to, my body feels heavy. Sluggish, they train us on this and soon I'll adapt. But first landing it hits me like a weight. Ffuuuccckkk I murmur as I land my account ship on the surface.
Lucy always compares a new celestial body to a lover. Well for me Mars just grabbed my hair, slapped my ass and pushed in
Fuck I can't imagine landing on Earth. Triple this, fuck that give me my moon mother's oceans anyday.
I suck deep and hard on the control in my mouth and all three extract from me. I am about to get up from the control seat when I feel a palm in the small of my back
“Lucy not funny, let me up” I say
She giggles, and rubs my ass cheeks before her fingers rub against my lips
I moan biting my lip as I push myself against her hand
“I knew the gravity here would give a Moonie like you a good fucking, you're so wet my love”
Rolling my head back and forth..”quickly we have to debrief and set up camp” I moan
She smacks my ass again and her fingers deftly slide to work, one hand pinning me to the chair while she teases my sex, her thumb rubbing in perfect circles on my clit and her fingers pulling on my g-spot
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes uuuhhhhh my love it feel so good” shaking my hips back and forth I feel it building as I rock my hips on her hand
Squeezing….my leg….quivering… my voice squeaking… “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh ffuuuccckkk” I moan as I feel the orgasm wash over me…
Lucy slaps my ass playfully and licks her fingers… “let's go my love, stop playing around we have to set up camp” she giggles
“Oh!! You!!” I get up and rush after her slapping her ass when I catch up
Carryalls follow us out of the ship.. I immediately sent out the scout drones and assessed our landing spot. Allocating tasks and running diagnostics.
Lucy set about converting the ship to a shelter and arranging power arrays, and deciding on perimeter defenses
We were a perfect power duo. Our carryalls and scouts were soon all at work, and Lucy was finishing up the shelter
I needed to repay her, so I slowly walked up behind her. She heard my heavy steps in the gravity. Turning to look at me she beamed at me. My heart melted and grabbing both sides of her face I pinned her to the side of the ship. Our bodies intertwined and our lips locked.
She moaned at me giggling, pushing my knee between her legs, and we quickly undressed each other. Her mouth on my breast, as my hand glided down to her slick vagina.
Grabbing her chin roughly and up turning her head exposing her neck I sink my teeth into it as I push forward with my knee back and forth pressing my fingers in and out of her.
A deep moan emanates from her, licking my bite mark I kiss up her neck until my forehead is resting hers. Eye to eye, I watch the pleasure build in her. Thrust after thrust of my knee. My fingers pressing into her g-spot every time, my palms pressing and grinding onto her clit
“Cum for me my love, give me your sweetness, I want your water to be the first I drink on this planet” I breath
I feel her pussy tighten and grip my fingers. Her legs twisting around me… she goes silent… a flush rises in her flesh… we kiss deep, and long, and passionately as I feel her gush onto my hand as orgasm rapts her body..
I watch her eyes dilate and relax I kiss her gently again before kissing down, my lips brushing through her pubic hair tickling my lips. Opening my mouth and pressing my tongue in I drink of her orgasm
My fingers inside pressing to work again, she cries out as she rocks her hips grinding her lips to mine. As she gushes another orgasm into my mouth..
I can even taste and feel it now on my tongue…
Releasing her, and helping her up I grin
Walking awayz the top of my leotard open my tits out in the sun
“I'm up by one my love, and you taste so GGGGOOOOoooOOooddddDD” I giggle setting back to work.
Days and weeks pass Lucy and I set up our camp. Wefind nearby teams before they find us. We quickly fall on them in the night, clearing our immediate area, eliminating them from the contest. We bathe in a nearby stream, sun ourselves on the rocks, make love on the soft moss of the forest.
I don't know if I've ever been happier, ever been more at peace l than I was then with Lucy. Her and I… her and I against the world.
We make good progress setting up relations with 12 of the 15 villages. Our camp is well stocked. We receive updates from the proctors from dead drops. Seems out of the 25 teams only 8 remain. Lucy and I have eliminated 7 ourselves.
We need to be the last standing, triumphant together.. so that maybe.. maybe we can convince them to send two of us on a ship. Imagine the wonders, this wouldn't be temporary, but would become our life.
Lucy and I talk about it often. We can convince them. We'll defeat the others then refuse to turn on each other.
Our dream died that night…
We were naked, curled up in each others arms when the alarm sounded..all the alarms
Proximity alert for 14 signals… they had teamed up on us. 14 on 2 they were going to eliminate the front runners while they still could.
Fuck.
Lucy and I turned and quickly downed our emergency biotic vials just as a concussive blast hit our ship shelter.
“Fuck! They aren't supposed to attack equipment!” I yell
“The proctors must have sent them, they should be intervening with that!” Lucy says
“You're better in a fight, charge them and I'll flank” I yell
We nod at each other and we are off naked as the day we were born
Lucy bursts from our ship her shield bursting out in front of her
I dart out the side and task our scouts and drones to make dive bomb attacks on the intruders
I leap over a blast, grab a tree branch and swing. I land my legs on either side of the head. Of one the attackers, twisting my flip her over and knock her out. Back on the run, I see Lucy take out another one as drones dive in and out of the chaos.
Lucy blocks to her right and charges blasting herself high into the air, twirling before blasting herself downward tackling her target to the ground and eliminating her.
She's about to get blasted from behind when I take the attackers in the flank, knee to the solarplex. My hand on the side of her neck I thrust up hard with my knee. In the low gravity she turns and flies off into the trees as I raise my hands and blast another in the side.
She turns just in time to block my attack, when Lucy rockets into her side with her elbow
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2024.05.19 17:05 fearsomefrights High Beams
It was half past nine when my shift at the diner ended. It’s not any place specifically you’d know, though you’d be forgiven for confusing it for a Waffle House given the abundance of cheap, greasy food and drunk clientele. The only thing distinguishing our location was that our doors closed at ten.
It was a cold night in October. The winds felt out of place for the fall season with the sharp way they bit into my skin. Usually, the low temperatures in Grant tended to hover around the mid-fifties. Tonight felt particularly frigid even bundled up in the warm confines of my jacket.
I hurried through the lot outside the diner, passing by several vehicles. When I made it to my car at the far end, I was quick to put the key in the ignition.
My car was a special edition Subaru Legacy. The only thing special about it was that it was only by the grace of God that my radiator and engine were still operational given the car was a little over two decades old.
When you turn the key, the engine would knock. My father said it was indicative of worn-out bearings. Could be an engine getting ready to declare sayonara before it crapped out one final time and departed for car heaven or perhaps car hell given its rough condition.
I knew little about that though; all I knew was that as a poor college student I was having a difficult enough time as is scrambling to make ends meet with a part time job at a diner. Regardless, whatever the solution, the answer involved money. Money I, notably, didn’t have.
The smart thing to do would be to purchase another used car; though in this economy that sort of thing is far easier said than done.
An even harder task than figuring out the financing for a replacement vehicle was getting this stubborn thing to turn. The engine threatened to exhibit life but would stop short of properly starting.
It was about the fifth round when my engine found the energy to fight the good fight on this frigid night. The engine knocked fiercely, reverberating inside the hood for a few seconds before the noise steadied itself.
I sighed in relief and backed out of my parking spot in the back of the lot.
As I left, I couldn’t help but notice something out of the corner of my eye. A man, a very rugged specimen of the male sex adorning a blue baseball cap and a grizzly beard, was approaching my vehicle at a brisk pace. Where I was the only one stationed at the back of the lot, it seemed odd he was coming my way.
I turned my head to acknowledge him. That’s when he began to break out into a full-on run.
My heart raced almost as fast as my car. I slammed the pedal down and sped out of the lot, the tires screeched loudly along the pavement as I veered to a sharp right.
I was lucky the road didn’t carry heavy traffic around this time of night. Where my eyes were focused on him, I was damn near lucky I hadn’t plowed directly into someone.
I sped along the highway and tried to rationalize why this lumberjack looking fellow had charged me. News reports of human trafficking came to mind, but it wasn’t really anything you heard much about in a place as remote as Grant Alabama.
For crying out loud, we physically were so remote one of the miniature cities within Grant was called Bucksnort. We were about as far from the Big Apple, or any real semblance of civilization, one could get.
After a minute of driving, I slowed down, especially when I heard something in the engine rattle. This car wasn’t designed for no races or wild chases. Not with the amount of age it carried.
Besides, I was alone. Safe.
At least that’s what I thought before I heard the blaring of a truck horn. An eighteen-wheeler was coming up behind me. Given I was the only other soul visible on this lonely two lane stretch of highway, it was clear they were honking at me.
I prayed to God and kept moving.
The big rig followed closely. We went down the road for two miles when suddenly my vision was obscured in a bright light.
The trucker was flashing his high beams. I could barely see when he hit me with them. I nearly swerved off the road when he did it.
After a few seconds the mounted flood lights on his vehicle relented and the blinding rays ceased their assault on my eyes.
I moved my car to the right lane to let him pass. He had no intention of doing so. His signal made that clear when he merged behind me.
Drops of rain began to pour from the sky lightly tapping my windshield.
Plop…plop, plop…plop.
My car didn’t handle well with slick roads. Fortunately, I wasn’t too far from home. Maybe another seven miles.
The fiery orange glow flooded the cabin of my car and I yelped.
I fumbled in my purse. One hand on the wheel, one digging desperately for my phone. With my visibility being periodically robbed, I was already a hazard on the road. Might as well risk compounding the issue if it meant I could get in contact with the police.
When the high beams vanished, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911.
The operator answered after two rings. “911, what’s your emergency?” The man that answered the call sounded bored out of his mind, like he’d rather be anywhere else on a Saturday night.
I didn’t care if he was bored, entertained, playing with himself. As long as he could send someone out that’s all I cared about in the end.
“There’s a maniac tailgating me,” I said.
The operator’s voice clipped. Though from what I could understand of the roboticized sound coming out from his end of the line, I could tell from his tone he remained unenthused. “Ma’am, you’ve called an emergency line.”
“Y-you don’t understand! I was leaving work and this man started chasing me. I-I think he’s trying to hurt me.”
The operator fell silent for a few seconds. For a moment, between the rainy weather and the flaky signal, I thought I’d lost him. His voice reemerged seconds later. “Where are you?”
I rattled off the highway number I was driving on and told him my home address.
“I’ll get an officer dispatched in the area. ETA should be around ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. Toss whatever metric you wanted to use to measure it out, with that big rig riding close behind me and the driver intermittently blinding me when they felt like getting their rocks off, it might as well have spanned an eternity. I was going to be lucky I didn’t crash into a guardrail or land myself in a ditch.
“Make that around fifteen minutes,” the operator clarified, his crackled voice twisting the knife deeper into me with his update.
I made the turn off the two-lane highway. I didn’t signal when I did it. I was hoping the sudden movement would have had my unwanted friend in the big rig blow past me.
“Ma’am?”
For a moment, I believed it worked. No more blinding lights. The only sound was the operator fishing for a response and the pitter patter of rain on my windshield.
My sigh of relief became a choking noise lodged inside my throat as I saw the eighteen-wheeler backing up. It didn’t turn on a dime, but he was moving fast enough.
The road up ahead winded with hairpin curves. I didn’t know how long I’d have until those lights were upon me. Till he was upon me.
The phone clicked and the call abruptly ended.
I cursed under my breath while my engine knocked like an irate person trying to beat down a door. My Subaru was rapidly approaching its limit. I had to think fast.
These were my options: I could risk speeding and hoped the engine would hold out till I made it to the house, or I could continue driving at a steady pace. If the first option proved successful, he might not see where my vehicle would vanish. If it didn’t, my car might leave me stranded. That’s assuming I didn’t wreck myself taking a turn too fast.
The other option would be safer, but I’d be visible to him. Though with some of these curves I feared if he hit me with the high beams again, I’d be at risk of crashing. Where the area of road ascended, one wrong turn would mean a long journey down.
It would mean certain death.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, I pulled out my phone and called my husband. The only answer I got was his voicemail urging me to leave a message at the tone.
“Billy, there’s a lunatic after me. I’ve called the cops. Please…please be ready. I’m only two minutes away.”
It wasn’t the most inspiring call to action. My husband wasn’t Billy Badass. He was more like Billy the Stamp Collector. Benign hobbies. Soft spoken. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Still, I was counting on his presence to deter Mr. High Beams behind me. It was a desperate ploy, but it was all I could think of on such short notice.
I made the turn into the dirt trail that led to my driveway. As I was pulling in the porch light flickered to life. Maybe. It might have been those high beams. They illuminated my cab in a flood of light once more obscuring my vision.
The door to the house opened and a figure ran out of the entryway. My husband from what I could discern of the silhouette. Our dog Jasper, a black schnauzer with more bark than bite, darted out the door. I couldn’t see the little guy, but I heard him.
I stopped the car and shoved open the door. I bolted out of the seat, nearly tripping over my own feet with my frantic departure.
Jasper started barking up a storm, even before the big rig came to a standstill.
The door of it opened and the bearded man stepped out of the vehicle.
Strangely, my dog paid the trucker little mind. Jasper’s eyes remained fixated on my Subaru. He began to snarl.
“Get away from the car,” the man bellowed. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at an angle, almost like he was aiming at my vehicle.
Was this how my life was going to end? Shot dead when I was at the finish line, where I was supposed to be safe?
My husband Billy babbled. “S-sir, please. You don’t have to do this.”
The trucker shook his head. As he did, the sound of sirens began to blare in the distance. He didn’t answer us. Instead, he lowered his gun into his holster and stood still as a statue all while my dog continued snarling and barking at our vehicle.
When the police came, guns drawn, he remained calm.
“I’m not the one you want,” he said. “The car. Search the car.”
Even to this day, I still remember in vivid detail what happened. When the police opened the rear driver door, there was a gaunt looking man back there crouched in the floorboard with a knife clenched in his hand. The wide, manic look lingering in his eyes remained far colder than the frigid winds blowing around us.
The trucker explained later that he saw the man inside my vehicle wielding the blade. He must’ve snuck inside before my shift ended. Once the driver realized what was going on, he’d tried to intervene.
Every time the person in the backseat had attempted to overpower me, to harm me, the trucker turned on his high beams. It scared my unknown passenger. The sight of the light made him hide.
The police hadn’t offered much in the way of details concerning who my stowaway was; given the six inches worth of blade he held, not much imagination was needed to map out what the strange man planned to do to me.
I learned on that cold, lonely October night to never judge a situation wholly by appearances. I was grateful to that truck driver. If it weren’t for his persistence, I would probably not be alive today to share my story.
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It was a cold night in October. The winds felt out of place for the fall season with the sharp way they bit into my skin. Usually, the low temperatures in Grant tended to hover around the mid-fifties. Tonight felt particularly frigid even bundled up in the warm confines of my jacket.
I hurried through the lot outside the diner, passing by several vehicles. When I made it to my car at the far end, I was quick to put the key in the ignition.
My car was a special edition Subaru Legacy. The only thing special about it was that it was only by the grace of God that my radiator and engine were still operational given the car was a little over two decades old.
When you turn the key, the engine would knock. My father said it was indicative of worn-out bearings. Could be an engine getting ready to declare sayonara before it crapped out one final time and departed for car heaven or perhaps car hell given its rough condition.
I knew little about that though; all I knew was that as a poor college student I was having a difficult enough time as is scrambling to make ends meet with a part time job at a diner. Regardless, whatever the solution, the answer involved money. Money I, notably, didn’t have.
The smart thing to do would be to purchase another used car; though in this economy that sort of thing is far easier said than done.
An even harder task than figuring out the financing for a replacement vehicle was getting this stubborn thing to turn. The engine threatened to exhibit life but would stop short of properly starting.
It was about the fifth round when my engine found the energy to fight the good fight on this frigid night. The engine knocked fiercely, reverberating inside the hood for a few seconds before the noise steadied itself.
I sighed in relief and backed out of my parking spot in the back of the lot.
As I left, I couldn’t help but notice something out of the corner of my eye. A man, a very rugged specimen of the male sex adorning a blue baseball cap and a grizzly beard, was approaching my vehicle at a brisk pace. Where I was the only one stationed at the back of the lot, it seemed odd he was coming my way.
I turned my head to acknowledge him. That’s when he began to break out into a full-on run.
My heart raced almost as fast as my car. I slammed the pedal down and sped out of the lot, the tires screeched loudly along the pavement as I veered to a sharp right.
I was lucky the road didn’t carry heavy traffic around this time of night. Where my eyes were focused on him, I was damn near lucky I hadn’t plowed directly into someone.
I sped along the highway and tried to rationalize why this lumberjack looking fellow had charged me. News reports of human trafficking came to mind, but it wasn’t really anything you heard much about in a place as remote as Grant Alabama.
For crying out loud, we physically were so remote one of the miniature cities within Grant was called Bucksnort. We were about as far from the Big Apple, or any real semblance of civilization, one could get.
After a minute of driving, I slowed down, especially when I heard something in the engine rattle. This car wasn’t designed for no races or wild chases. Not with the amount of age it carried.
Besides, I was alone. Safe.
At least that’s what I thought before I heard the blaring of a truck horn. An eighteen-wheeler was coming up behind me. Given I was the only other soul visible on this lonely two lane stretch of highway, it was clear they were honking at me.
I prayed to God and kept moving.
The big rig followed closely. We went down the road for two miles when suddenly my vision was obscured in a bright light.
The trucker was flashing his high beams. I could barely see when he hit me with them. I nearly swerved off the road when he did it.
After a few seconds the mounted flood lights on his vehicle relented and the blinding rays ceased their assault on my eyes.
I moved my car to the right lane to let him pass. He had no intention of doing so. His signal made that clear when he merged behind me.
Drops of rain began to pour from the sky lightly tapping my windshield.
Plop…plop, plop…plop.
My car didn’t handle well with slick roads. Fortunately, I wasn’t too far from home. Maybe another seven miles.
The fiery orange glow flooded the cabin of my car and I yelped.
I fumbled in my purse. One hand on the wheel, one digging desperately for my phone. With my visibility being periodically robbed, I was already a hazard on the road. Might as well risk compounding the issue if it meant I could get in contact with the police.
When the high beams vanished, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911.
The operator answered after two rings. “911, what’s your emergency?” The man that answered the call sounded bored out of his mind, like he’d rather be anywhere else on a Saturday night.
I didn’t care if he was bored, entertained, playing with himself. As long as he could send someone out that’s all I cared about in the end.
“There’s a maniac tailgating me,” I said.
The operator’s voice clipped. Though from what I could understand of the roboticized sound coming out from his end of the line, I could tell from his tone he remained unenthused. “Ma’am, you’ve called an emergency line.”
“Y-you don’t understand! I was leaving work and this man started chasing me. I-I think he’s trying to hurt me.”
The operator fell silent for a few seconds. For a moment, between the rainy weather and the flaky signal, I thought I’d lost him. His voice reemerged seconds later. “Where are you?”
I rattled off the highway number I was driving on and told him my home address.
“I’ll get an officer dispatched in the area. ETA should be around ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. Toss whatever metric you wanted to use to measure it out, with that big rig riding close behind me and the driver intermittently blinding me when they felt like getting their rocks off, it might as well have spanned an eternity. I was going to be lucky I didn’t crash into a guardrail or land myself in a ditch.
“Make that around fifteen minutes,” the operator clarified, his crackled voice twisting the knife deeper into me with his update.
I made the turn off the two-lane highway. I didn’t signal when I did it. I was hoping the sudden movement would have had my unwanted friend in the big rig blow past me.
“Ma’am?”
For a moment, I believed it worked. No more blinding lights. The only sound was the operator fishing for a response and the pitter patter of rain on my windshield.
My sigh of relief became a choking noise lodged inside my throat as I saw the eighteen-wheeler backing up. It didn’t turn on a dime, but he was moving fast enough.
The road up ahead winded with hairpin curves. I didn’t know how long I’d have until those lights were upon me. Till he was upon me.
The phone clicked and the call abruptly ended.
I cursed under my breath while my engine knocked like an irate person trying to beat down a door. My Subaru was rapidly approaching its limit. I had to think fast.
These were my options: I could risk speeding and hoped the engine would hold out till I made it to the house, or I could continue driving at a steady pace. If the first option proved successful, he might not see where my vehicle would vanish. If it didn’t, my car might leave me stranded. That’s assuming I didn’t wreck myself taking a turn too fast.
The other option would be safer, but I’d be visible to him. Though with some of these curves I feared if he hit me with the high beams again, I’d be at risk of crashing. Where the area of road ascended, one wrong turn would mean a long journey down.
It would mean certain death.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, I pulled out my phone and called my husband. The only answer I got was his voicemail urging me to leave a message at the tone.
“Billy, there’s a lunatic after me. I’ve called the cops. Please…please be ready. I’m only two minutes away.”
It wasn’t the most inspiring call to action. My husband wasn’t Billy Badass. He was more like Billy the Stamp Collector. Benign hobbies. Soft spoken. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Still, I was counting on his presence to deter Mr. High Beams behind me. It was a desperate ploy, but it was all I could think of on such short notice.
I made the turn into the dirt trail that led to my driveway. As I was pulling in the porch light flickered to life. Maybe. It might have been those high beams. They illuminated my cab in a flood of light once more obscuring my vision.
The door to the house opened and a figure ran out of the entryway. My husband from what I could discern of the silhouette. Our dog Jasper, a black schnauzer with more bark than bite, darted out the door. I couldn’t see the little guy, but I heard him.
I stopped the car and shoved open the door. I bolted out of the seat, nearly tripping over my own feet with my frantic departure.
Jasper started barking up a storm, even before the big rig came to a standstill.
The door of it opened and the bearded man stepped out of the vehicle.
Strangely, my dog paid the trucker little mind. Jasper’s eyes remained fixated on my Subaru. He began to snarl.
“Get away from the car,” the man bellowed. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at an angle, almost like he was aiming at my vehicle.
Was this how my life was going to end? Shot dead when I was at the finish line, where I was supposed to be safe?
My husband Billy babbled. “S-sir, please. You don’t have to do this.”
The trucker shook his head. As he did, the sound of sirens began to blare in the distance. He didn’t answer us. Instead, he lowered his gun into his holster and stood still as a statue all while my dog continued snarling and barking at our vehicle.
When the police came, guns drawn, he remained calm.
“I’m not the one you want,” he said. “The car. Search the car.”
Even to this day, I still remember in vivid detail what happened. When the police opened the rear driver door, there was a gaunt looking man back there crouched in the floorboard with a knife clenched in his hand. The wide, manic look lingering in his eyes remained far colder than the frigid winds blowing around us.
The trucker explained later that he saw the man inside my vehicle wielding the blade. He must’ve snuck inside before my shift ended. Once the driver realized what was going on, he’d tried to intervene.
Every time the person in the backseat had attempted to overpower me, to harm me, the trucker turned on his high beams. It scared my unknown passenger. The sight of the light made him hide.
The police hadn’t offered much in the way of details concerning who my stowaway was; given the six inches worth of blade he held, not much imagination was needed to map out what the strange man planned to do to me.
I learned on that cold, lonely October night to never judge a situation wholly by appearances. I was grateful to that truck driver. If it weren’t for his persistence, I would probably not be alive today to share my story.
2024.05.19 16:56 Sweet-Count2557 Best Restaurants in Montego Bay Jamaica
 | Best Restaurants in Montego Bay Jamaica Get ready to embark on a delectable journey through the best restaurants in Montego Bay, Jamaica.We're here to guide you as we tantalize your taste buds and introduce you to the culinary wonders this vibrant city has to offer.From savoring the authentic flavors of Jamaican jerk chicken at Scotchies to indulging in fine dining at Sugar Mill, Montego Bay has something to satisfy every palate.So, join us as we uncover the hidden gems of this food lover's paradise.Let's dive in and experience the freedom of flavor!Key TakeawaysMystic Thai, Sugar Mill, and Tokyo Jos are all highly rated restaurants in terms of taste, variety, service, and atmosphere.Juici Patties is a famous local fast-food chain that offers must-try patties and a filling Ackee & Saltfish plate.The Houseboat Grill is a unique dining experience and is ideal for special occasions like birthdays.Scotchies, Pier 1, Marguerite's Seafood by the Sea, and The Pelican Grill are all popular restaurants known for their delicious food, unique settings, and attentive service.Mystic Thai: Taste of Thailand in Montego BayWe have heard great things about Mystic Thai, a taste of Thailand in Montego Bay. If you're looking to experience authentic Thai cuisine in Montego Bay, Mystic Thai is the place to go. Located inside Fairview Towne Center, this fancy Thai restaurant offers a true taste of Thailand right in the heart of Jamaica.When it comes to the taste and variety of dishes, Mystic Thai doesn't disappoint. With a rating of 4.5 out of 5, their menu is filled with traditional Thai flavors and spices that will transport your taste buds to the streets of Bangkok. From classic Pad Thai to flavorful Green Curry, every dish is prepared with precision and attention to detail.Not only does Mystic Thai excel in taste, but their service is also top-notch. With a rating of 4 out of 5, the staff is friendly, knowledgeable, and attentive, ensuring that your dining experience is nothing short of exceptional. The atmosphere at Mystic Thai is another highlight, with a rating of 4.5 out of 5. The restaurant's elegant decor and soothing ambiance create a relaxing and inviting space where you can truly savor your meal.While Mystic Thai offers an authentic taste of Thailand, it's important to note that the affordability rating is 3.5 out of 5. The quality of the food and service comes at a slightly higher price, but the experience is well worth it for those seeking a true Taste of Thailand experience in Montego Bay.Sugar Mill: Fine Dining at Half Moon ResortAt Sugar Mill, located in Half Moon Resort, guests can indulge in an exquisite seafood menu while enjoying a romantic beachfront dining experience. The restaurant offers a wide variety of freshly caught seafood dishes, prepared with a Jamaican twist.With its elegant decor, attentive service, and stunning beach views, Sugar Mill is the perfect choice for a memorable fine dining experience in Montego Bay.Exquisite Seafood MenuThe Sugar Mill restaurant at Half Moon Resort offers an exquisite seafood menu that's sure to delight any seafood lover. From succulent lobster to fresh-caught fish, the menu showcases a variety of delectable options that will leave your taste buds craving for more.The chef at Sugar Mill is a master at creating exquisite seafood pairings, combining flavors in a way that elevates each dish to new heights. Whether you prefer grilled fish with a tangy citrus glaze or creamy seafood pasta, the restaurant delivers a memorable seafood dining experience.With its elegant atmosphere and impeccable service, Sugar Mill is the perfect place to indulge in the finest seafood Montego Bay has to offer.And speaking of indulgence, let's move on to the next section about romantic beachfront dining.Romantic Beachfront DiningLet's begin with a truly romantic experience - imagine enjoying a candlelit dinner for two at the Sugar Mill, a fine dining restaurant located at the Half Moon Resort. This beachfront restaurant offers the perfect setting for a romantic evening, with stunning views of the ocean and a serene ambiance.Here are four reasons why Sugar Mill is the ideal choice for a romantic beachfront dinner:Sunset Views: As you indulge in a delectable meal, you can witness the breathtaking beauty of the sunset, painting the sky with vibrant colors.Intimate Atmosphere: The Sugar Mill provides a cozy and intimate atmosphere, ensuring privacy and a sense of exclusivity for you and your loved one.Exquisite Cuisine: The restaurant offers a menu filled with exquisite dishes prepared with the finest ingredients, expertly crafted by talented chefs.Attentive Service: The staff at Sugar Mill is known for their impeccable service, ensuring that every aspect of your dining experience is taken care of.Embark on a romantic journey with your partner and create unforgettable memories with a sunset dining experience at Sugar Mill.Tokyo Jos: Asian Fusion Delights in Sandals Montego BayWhen it comes to Tokyo Jos in Sandals Montego Bay, the ambiance is casual and laid-back, with a relaxed atmosphere that sets the perfect mood for enjoying Asian fusion cuisine.The menu offers a variety of dishes that fuse flavors from different Asian cuisines, providing a unique dining experience.While the service at Tokyo Jos is generally good, it could be improved to match the quality of the food and ambiance.Tokyo Jos AmbianceWe absolutely loved the vibrant ambiance at Tokyo Jos, with its Asian-inspired decor and lively atmosphere. The restaurant's interior is beautifully decorated in a fusion of traditional Japanese and modern elements, creating a visually stunning setting.The dim lighting and soft music in the background add to the overall relaxing and intimate atmosphere. The energetic buzz of conversations and the sound of sizzling ingredients on the teppanyaki grills create a lively and dynamic dining experience.The open kitchen concept allows guests to witness the skillful preparation of their dishes, adding an element of excitement to the meal. It's a perfect place to enjoy a romantic dinner or have a fun night out with friends.Tokyo Jos MenuWe frequently enjoy exploring the diverse menu options at Tokyo Jos, where Sandals Montego Bay offers an array of Asian fusion delights. The Tokyo Jos menu is a fusion of Japanese, Chinese, and Thai cuisines, providing a wide range of flavors and dishes to satisfy any palate. From sushi rolls and sashimi to stir-fried noodles and savory curries, there's something for everyone at Tokyo Jos.The restaurant's ambiance is casual and relaxed, with a modern and stylish decor that creates a comfortable and inviting atmosphere. The dim lighting and soft music add to the overall dining experience, making it a perfect spot for a romantic dinner or a gathering with friends.As we explore the Tokyo Jos menu, we can't help but anticipate the excellent service that awaits us at this Asian fusion gem in Montego Bay.Tokyo Jos ServiceThe Tokyo Jos service at Sandals Montego Bay combines attentive staff and efficient service to enhance the dining experience.Customers have raved about their experience at Tokyo Jos, praising the friendly and knowledgeable staff who go above and beyond to ensure a pleasurable dining experience. The waitstaff is attentive and prompt, ensuring that guests' needs are met in a timely manner.The service at Tokyo Jos is known for being efficient and professional, creating a seamless dining experience for guests. Additionally, Tokyo Jos offers a variety of vegetarian options on their menu, catering to the needs of those who prefer plant-based meals.Customers appreciate the inclusion of vegetarian dishes, allowing them to enjoy the Asian fusion delights at Tokyo Jos.Juici Patties: Local Fast Food FavoriteJuici Patties is a local fast food favorite, offering a variety of must-try patties, especially their beef and vegetable options. As a popular chain since the 1980s, Juici Patties has become a staple in Montego Bay. Located conveniently throughout the city, it's easy to satisfy your cravings for delicious and affordable fast food.The patties at Juici Patties are a true delight. The beef patties are juicy and flavorful, with a perfectly seasoned filling encased in a flaky and buttery crust. The vegetable patties are a great option for vegetarians, filled with a medley of fresh and savory vegetables that burst with every bite. Each patty is made with care, ensuring that you get the best quality and taste.In addition to their famous patties, Juici Patties also offers a filling Ackee & Saltfish plate. This traditional Jamaican dish features the national fruit, ackee, sautéed with salted codfish and served with sides like boiled green bananas and fried dumplings. It's a hearty and satisfying meal that showcases the diverse flavors of Jamaica.When it comes to fast food, Juici Patties stands out for its commitment to quality and taste. Their patties are made with the finest ingredients, and each one is crafted with precision and expertise. Whether you're a local or a visitor, Juici Patties is a must-try for anyone looking for a quick and delicious meal.While Juici Patties is a fantastic option for fast food, if you're in the mood for an authentic Jamaican jerk experience, Scotchies is the place to go. With its smoky and flavorful jerk chicken, affordable prices, and casual and laid-back atmosphere, Scotchies offers a true taste of Jamaica.The Houseboat Grill: Dining on the WaterAt The Houseboat Grill, we dine on the water, enjoying a unique dining experience in an actual houseboat located in Montego Bay Marine Park Fish Sanctuary. This restaurant offers something truly special, combining delicious cuisine with a one-of-a-kind setting.Here are some reasons why dining at The Houseboat Grill is an experience you won't want to miss:Unforgettable Ambiance: Imagine sitting on a houseboat, surrounded by the crystal-clear waters of the Montego Bay Marine Park Fish Sanctuary. The gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of the waves create a serene and romantic atmosphere that's perfect for a special occasion or a memorable night out.Spectacular Views: From your table, you'll have stunning views of the bay, with breathtaking sunsets and the twinkling lights of the city creating a magical backdrop. Whether you choose to dine indoors or on the deck, the beauty of the surroundings will enhance your dining experience.Fresh Seafood Delights: The Houseboat Grill is known for its delectable seafood dishes. From succulent lobster to perfectly grilled fish, every bite is bursting with flavor. The chefs here are experts at creating dishes that showcase the best of Jamaican cuisine, using locally sourced ingredients to ensure freshness and quality.Attentive Service: The staff at The Houseboat Grill are friendly, knowledgeable, and dedicated to providing exceptional service. They'll ensure that your dining experience is seamless, from the moment you step on board until the last bite of dessert.When it comes to a dining experience like no other, The Houseboat Grill truly delivers. Its unique location, combined with delicious food and attentive service, make it a must-visit restaurant in Montego Bay.Scotchies: Authentic Jamaican Jerk ExperienceWe always love experiencing the authentic Jamaican jerk flavors at Scotchies. This casual eatery with rustic decor is known for its Jamaican menu that truly captures the essence of the island's culinary traditions. As soon as you walk in, you'll be greeted by the tantalizing aroma of smoky jerk chicken being grilled to perfection. The menu features a variety of slow-cooked meats, including succulent pork and chicken, which are marinated in a blend of aromatic spices and then grilled over pimento wood for that distinct smoky flavor.What sets Scotchies apart isn't just the delicious food, but also the affordable prices. You can enjoy a hearty meal without breaking the bank. The portions are generous, ensuring that you leave satisfied and satisfied.The atmosphere at Scotchies is casual and laid-back, with bamboo chairs surrounding a table under a thatched roof shade. It's the perfect place to unwind and enjoy a meal with friends or family. As you savor the flavorful jerk chicken, you can also indulge in traditional Jamaican sides like Roast Yam and Bammy, a cassava bread.Scotchies has multiple locations in Montego Bay, making it convenient for locals and tourists alike. Whether you're craving authentic jerk flavors or simply looking for an affordable and delicious meal, Scotchies is a must-visit.Frequently Asked QuestionsWhat Are Some of the Must-Try Dishes at Mystic Thai in Montego Bay?At Mystic Thai in Montego Bay, some must-try dishes include their flavorful Pad Thai, aromatic Green Curry, and mouthwatering Pineapple Fried Rice.The restaurant, located inside Fairview Towne Center, offers a fancy dining experience with a 4.5/5 rating for taste and variety. The service is rated at 4/5 and the atmosphere at 4.5/5.Though the affordability is rated at 3.5/5, the delicious Thai cuisine and pleasant ambience make it a top choice for food enthusiasts in Montego Bay.Can You Provide More Information About the Dining Experience at the Houseboat Grill?The dining experience at the Houseboat Grill in Montego Bay is truly unique. Set in an actual houseboat in the Montego Bay Marine Park Fish Sanctuary, it offers a one-of-a-kind atmosphere.It's an ideal choice for special occasions like birthdays, providing a memorable and romantic setting.The restaurant specializes in Jamaican cuisine, serving classic dishes with a twist. From flavorful jerk chicken to fresh seafood options, the Houseboat Grill offers a delightful dining experience that showcases the best of Jamaican flavors.Are There Any Vegetarian or Vegan Options Available at Scotchies?At Scotchies, you'll be delighted to find a few vegetarian and vegan options on their menu. They take pride in using fresh, locally sourced ingredients, ensuring that even non-meat eaters can enjoy the authentic flavors of Jamaica. While Jamaican cuisine is known for its meat dishes, Scotchies offers a variety of plant-based choices such as roasted vegetables, grilled plantains, and flavorful vegetable skewers.Scotchies is definitely one of the best places in Montego Bay for vegetarian and vegan food.What Makes Juici Patties a Popular Fast-Food Chain in Montego Bay?The secret to Juici Patties' success in Montego Bay lies in its convenient locations and must-try patties.As a popular fast-food chain since the 1980s, Juici Patties offers a wide variety of delicious patties, especially the beef and vegetable options. Additionally, they also serve a filling Ackee & Saltfish plate.With their quick service and easy accessibility, it's no wonder why Juici Patties has become a favorite among locals and visitors alike in Montego Bay.What Sets Tokyo Jos Apart From Other Asian Restaurants in Sandals Montego Bay?Tokyo Jos stands out from other Asian restaurants in Sandals Montego Bay with its unique take on Asian fusion cuisine. As one of the best Asian restaurants in Montego Bay, Tokyo Jos offers a diverse menu that combines flavors from different Asian cultures.The restaurant prides itself on its flavorful dishes, attentive service, and affordable prices. With its casual atmosphere and convenient location within Sandals Montego Bay, Tokyo Jos is a must-visit for anyone craving delicious Asian cuisine.ConclusionIn conclusion, the culinary scene in Montego Bay, Jamaica is a true feast for the senses. From the exotic flavors of Mystic Thai to the elegant ambiance of Sugar Mill, there's a restaurant to suit every taste and occasion.Whether you're a foodie or just looking for a delicious meal, Montego Bay has it all. So get ready to indulge in mouthwatering dishes and create unforgettable memories. Your taste buds will thank you for it! submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |