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2017.03.25 18:38 therealyesman Wholesomenosleep: Scary stories with sweet endings

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2017.07.24 13:46 Renovatius A sub for mindfuckery but with the twist of explaining or revealing why it has fucked with your mind

A sub for mindfuckery but with the twist of explaining or revealing why it has fucked with your mind

2023.06.08 10:17 PocketFMofficial Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?

Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?
Chapter 1
"Hello. Heavenly Lion Convenience," Alex Ambrose answered the store phone.
"I need a box of condoms and two packs of tissues delivered to room 1302 of the Sheraton South River Hotel. Hurry!" The caller hung up.
Alex shook his head. People never seemed to be prepared.
He packed the required items, put on a raincoat, and rode his electric bike toward the Sheraton Hotel on the southern side of the river.
It was nine o’clock in the evening and raining heavily, and his pants and shoes were soon wet and filthy. Luckily, the merchandise was still dry, but he didn't dare delay any longer, so he hurried toward the hotel.
When he arrived at room 1302, he knocked on the door, and it was opened quickly.
"Hello, here’s your—" Alex was stunned into silence.
The woman in front of him was none other than his girlfriend, Cathy!
She was dressed in a white robe, with her long, dark, wet hair draped over her shoulders. The scents of shower gel and shampoo assaulted his nose.
"Cathy? What are you doing here?" He stared at her in disbelief, still feeling dazed.
"What are you doing here?" Cathy asked. Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a small step back into the room. Her mind went blank and then started to spin.
"What's wrong?" Another guy walked up to the door, wearing a robe and slippers, and Alex immediately recognized him.
"You! You dare to touch my girl?" Alex couldn't suppress the anger welling up inside him, and he started moving toward Billy, determined to teach him a lesson.
"Stop!" Cathy stepped in front of Alex. After a brief burst of panic, she had managed to get back a bit of control. Since her boyfriend had already discovered her betrayal, there was no point in trying to hide it now.
She looked directly at him. "Alex, we need to break up."
"Break up?" Alex was stunned. He stared at Cathy with wide eyes. "Cathy, we've been together for more than a year. Are you going to break up with me now?"
"Yes. We need to go our separate ways." She kept steady eye contact with him and spoke with a strong sense of resentment. "Are you surprised? You have no money, Alex. You can only barely afford the cheapest essentials. We never have anything nice. As long as I’m with you, people will always be laughing at me, and that just isn't the life I want. I’m too good to be living in poverty like this. I was too naive when I was in my freshman year, and I let myself get tricked into being with a loser like you!"
She hugged Billy's arm and said to Alex, "Billy is my boyfriend now. From now on, I want nothing to do with you. Don't bother me again!"
"Well, seems like you’re just her good-for-nothing ex now!" Billy looked at Alex with a provocative smirk.
Alex, standing there in a raincoat and with mud stains on his pants and shoes, felt like Cathy was right. He was a complete loser. Billy took the plastic bag from his hand and took out the box of condoms. He waved it at Alex and laughed as he said, "I’m staying in a nice hotel, having my girlfriend’s ex bring me condoms. And you’re single. Sure was good of you to help me out."
"Why are you still here?" Cathy scolded Alex.
"Nah, it's good that he didn't piss off. Maybe you want to see me beat him down, huh, Cathy? Gotta give a lady what she wants," Billy sneered.
Alex felt utterly defeated. He slowly turned around and walked out of the room.
"Bro, you're not even taking the money? Heh, nice. I get a girlfriend and a gift." Billy felt great watching Alex's slumped, dejected posture as he closed the door behind him.
When Alex left the hotel, it was raining even harder than before. He took off his raincoat, allowing the cold rain to drench his entire body and help clear his head.
Cathy had discarded him because she believed he had no money. Losing such a materialistic woman should be something to rejoice over, so why should he be sad?
[Buzz buzz!]
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Alex took it out and glanced at it, but when he saw the number, he stopped walking. His entire body was shaking as he read the text.
[After a review, the Ambrose family has decided that their son, Alexander, has met the conditions required for entitlement to his inheritance. From today onward, control of his property will be returned to him.]
The bean-sized raindrops plopped onto the screen, causing the text message to gradually become blurry.
Alex's mind began to spin. If not for this message, Alex would have almost forgotten his identity as a super-rich kid. Over the last seven years, his family had been assessing him, withholding his fortune until they were satisfied he met their draconian conditions. And now, finally, it was over.
Everything that rightfully belonged to him was finally his to claim.
Alex woke up early the next morning and drove to the city. In a great mood, he got out of his car and went straight to Metro Sky Bank, right in the heart of the wealthiest part of the central business district of New York.
Various luxury cars were parked around the bank. The people walking in and out of the surrounding plaza were all rich; it was obvious from their clothing and demeanour.
Alex strode to the door of the bank and pushed it open.
The main door could be opened both inward and outward, and Alex had been a bit careless when he pushed it open from outside. As a result, the door had bumped into a long-haired young woman who had been heading out of the building.
He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't see you."
"What do you mean, you didn’t see me? What am I, invisible?" She held a hand to her forehead and glared at him.
The bank’s assistant manager, Karen Young, had noticed the incident and hurried over. She checked on the woman first, and then looked at Alex in disapproval. When her gaze swept over him, a trace of suspicion appeared on her face.
Metro Sky Bank was different from most banks, as the clientele were almost exclusively high-end businesspeople. Karen knew the young woman was there with her father, but she didn't know why Alex was there. Judging from his appearance and age, he wasn't their usual type of customer.
"Sir, can I be of assistance?" she asked with a polite but forced smile.
Alex simply said, "I’m here to withdraw money."
"Withdraw money?" the sullen woman asked, sneering at him.
"Do you have a card?" Karen asked, continuing to smile politely.
Getting a Metro Sky Bankcard was not easy. A million dollars of savings was the minimum requirement to qualify. Karen felt certain that the man in front of her couldn't have much experience with the bank and wouldn't know their rules. Perhaps he had thought that other banks' cards could also be used here.
"No," Alex replied, shaking his head.
The woman he had accidentally hit with the door couldn't help but giggle when she heard his honest reply. He wasn't worth any more of her attention.
"Let’s go." Her father had walked up, still arranging the documents he was carrying.
"My dad and I are leaving." The woman shook Karen's hand, and then looked over at Alex. "Ms Young, having someone like this around could damage your bank's image and upset your customers. I hope this will not happen again."
With that, she took her father’s arm and opened the door.
"Take care, Mr Scott." Karen followed them out a few steps, watching as they got into a car and left. Turning around, she headed back inside, having made up her mind to encourage Alex to leave as soon as possible.
There was no one standing where Alex had been. Oh! Where’s he gone? she wondered.
Was it possible that the kid had been embarrassed and had quietly slipped away?
She felt relieved at the thought. Then, just as she was about to go back to work, she caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye.
There’s the brat! No wonder I didn’t see him at first, she thought. He had already reached the entrance to the VIP lounge, and a pillar had blocked her view of him.
The VIP room was only for high-status customers who were worth at least thirty million dollars, and this young man had admitted that he didn’t even have a card. If she let him get through, she would be in trouble with her boss.
"Stop! Don't move!" Karen yelled, feeling desperate. The other customers all looked around at her, obviously annoyed by her shouting. She could only smile apologetically as she walked quickly toward Alex.
But he had already walked through the lounge, opened the door to the VIP room, and stepped inside.
Chapter 2
Does he have no shame? Karen hurried after Alex with a look of chagrin on her face. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it had been locked from the inside.
"Hello?" Inside the VIP room, Robert Miller, the bank manager, was leaning against the sofa, looking at his phone. When the door suddenly opened, he quickly sat down and hid his phone away. Normally, when a VIP was coming in, Karen would notify him in advance.
As the customer manager, he was responsible for thirty-one VIPs, and he knew them like the back of his hand. He immediately began to launch into his normal professional greeting, hoping to undo the poor impression he’d made by slouching against the sofa, but when he saw Alex, his expression froze.
He was certain that Alex was not one of his VIPs, nor was he a relative of one.
"May I ask who you are?" Robert asked, looking at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old. Robert had no idea who he was.
Alex got straight to the point. "I'm here to get my money."
"You have one of our cards?" Robert asked, suspicious of Alex's calm expression.
"No," Alex admitted frankly.
Robert was relieved to seemingly be proven right, but even more confused. Access to the VIP room required a minimum worth of three million dollars, but this man didn't have any money. Why was he so composed?
"I'm sorry, sir. We can't give out money without a card. Do you require anything else?"
He's crazy, Robert thought. Why on earth did Karen let him in? I’ll have to speak to her about this at Monday’s meeting.
"You have fingerprint recognition here, right?" Alex suddenly asked.
The fingerprint ID system at the bank was for the wealthiest families and businesses to use. Only a few people had their fingerprints recorded in the system, at least in the New York branch, and no one had used it to access their holdings yet.
"You want to use it?" Robert could no longer bring himself to call Alex "sir."
"Yes." Alex nodded.
Robert was feeling more confused by the second. Why would someone who wasn't even a customer request to use a fingerprint ID?
To be honest, even though he was curious, Robert felt that it was barely worth humouring the request. But after considering for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Alex make the attempt rather than risk making him angry.
He opened the safe and brought out the fingerprint identification device, which he had never used before.
"Place your thumb here." Robert indicated the verification area to Alex, who placed his thumb on the sensor.
The device lit up with a glaring red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words [Fingerprint not recorded].
Immediately, Robert’s expression turned hostile, and he glared at Alex. He picked up his phone, ready to call the police.
"Wait, wait!" Alex said quickly. "Maybe that was the wrong print. I'll try using my index finger this time."
Robert smiled coldly. "What’s your plan here? Your thumb doesn’t work, so you’ll try your index finger. Then, if your index finger doesn’t work, you’ll try your middle finger. When you run out of fingers, will you try using your toes?"
But Alex had already pressed his index finger on the verification area.
Robert resolved that if the man’s fingerprints weren’t accepted this time, he would immediately call the police and have him arrested.
[Beep!] A green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the LCD screen: [Verification successful. Family account: 01. Verifier: Alexander Ambrose. Account: 01104.]
Robert gaped at Alex in disbelief for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out a smile. "Mr Ambrose, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm Robert Miller, the customer manager for the New York branch. Please allow me to assist you."
"It's fine," Alex said lightly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?"
"Please wait a moment." Robert sat in front of the computer and typed away for a while. On his instructions, Alex provided a few more fingerprint scans as authorization.
"It's done, Mr Ambrose." Robert clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Alex's account appeared.
Robert pointed to the computer screen and said, "Mr Ambrose, the balance of your account is currently eighty-six million dollars."
Robert couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
This young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the topflight of the one per cent. Most people would never be able to even dream of that much money.
Alex felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He reminded himself that he needed to get used to his status as a rich kid as soon as possible.
"Oh, and you have other assets as well. Let me show you now." Robert clicked through to check several pages in a row. Finally, he clicked the "OK" button again.
The computer brought up a 4 x 4 grid of display screens.
"This surveillance screen displays all the physical assets that you hold elsewhere," Robert explained. He clicked on the upper left corner of the screen and brought up the feed from the bank's branch at The Hague, which revealed a sports car. In the lower right corner, it said, [Ferrari Pagani Huayra].
Robert opened up other screens for Alex, one after another.
The Hawaii branch displayed a Dominica blue pearl bracelet and four stacks of gold bars.
The feed from the French branch in Nice revealed three original Picasso paintings and two Rodin statues.
And the Cape Town branch had fifteen 10-carat diamonds, ten pieces of ivory, and another couple of stacks of gold bars. Robert's eyes almost popped out as he looked at Alex's assets. He had never seen anyone so rich. Maybe not even one-tenth as rich.
"All right, I’d like a card," Alex said before Robert could collect his thoughts.
"Yes, I will see to it right away. Please wait a moment." Robert immediately started to make the necessary arrangements. Within ten minutes, a Supreme Card was produced.
Robert looked at the Supreme Card and thought about Alex's assets. This card wasn’t good enough for Alex’s status, but it was the highest grade of card they were authorized to issue at the New York branch.
Robert presented handed the card over. "Mr Ambrose, your card."
"Thank you." Alex took the card, stood up, and went to walk out of the room.
"Mr Ambrose, please wait." Robert didn't dare to appear to be neglecting such an important customer. He should see him out personally, but the asset checking system on his computer had not been turned off yet, and the fingerprint verification machine, iris recognition apparatus, and other sensitive equipment had not been returned to the safe. The monitoring system in the VIP room was connected to the district manager’s office.
Karen was anxiously waiting in the hall. What's been going on in there for so long? she wondered. Could that brat have murdered Mr Miller in the VIP room?
The more she considered it, the more scared she became. She was on the verge of banging on the door and demanding a response when Alex walked confidently out of the room.
"Stop!" Karen shouted. She walked quickly over toward him and grabbed at his coat. "You can't leave. You broke into the VIP room. Once we confirm that nothing is missing, I will call the police and have them hold you for questioning."
"What are you talking about?" Alex asked. "Let go!"
Karen grappled with him for a while, but she couldn't manage to search his pockets.
What’s wrong with this woman? Alex thought. He wasn’t even arguing with her, but she was manhandling him.
"What is this?" Karen spotted the Supreme Card that was peeking out of Alex's pocket. She quickly pulled it out and looked at him triumphantly, as if she had found evidence of his guilt. "Oh, you stole a card. This is a crime, and I have to call the police."
It didn't even cross her mind that the card could belong to Alex. She imagined he had entered the VIP room, pretending to be there by mistake, and had then distracted Mr Miller with questions and stolen the card when the manager wasn't paying attention.
"Let go!" Alex was sick of this woman.
"Don’t you feel guilty about being a thief?" She was even more determined.
With the two of them creating such a scene, other customers started to walk over toward them, intending to help Karen keep Alex from getting away.
Just then, Robert, who had finished tidying up, strode out of the VIP room.
Having seen Alex's assets, Robert now knew he was the most important customer the New York branch of the bank had ever had. He had also noticed that the system listed Alex's was listed as just one of multiple accounts attached to a family group, labelled 01. If that single account was so lucrative, then what about the rest of the family?
It was rare to meet such important people, so Robert knew he had to be careful to curry favour with Alex. If they got along well, it would be a tremendous success for Robert, and the potential benefits were huge.
So, when saw Karen struggling with Alex, he was enraged. Karen's expression was hostile, and Alex was becoming very angry. Karen was an idiot who was playing with fire, and she might drag Robert himself down with her.
Of all the bank’s many, many customers, why did she need to pick this one to try and remove? A simple flick of Alex’s finger could be enough to end both their careers.
Chapter 3
"Stop!" Robert dashed between Alex and Karen.
Before Alex could speak, Karen waved the Supreme Card in the air. Her eyes flashed with triumph as she said to Robert, "Mr Miller, look! He stole a card from the VIP room!" She smiled at him, her expression a little smug.
Surely, Mr Miller would be happy with her for preventing theft. He had a lot of authority in the eastern district of Metro Sky Bank, and when he had arrived at headquarters, he had seemed impressed with her, so she was hoping for a promotion. Her imagination began to run away with her as she dreamed about her possible future.
Mr Miller's face had always been a little glum, but as she watched, his expression grew darker and darker. Before she could figure out why, she was startled by his explosive roar, leaving her entire body trembling.
"Let go of Mr Ambrose!" As he yelled, Mr Miller knocked the Supreme Card out of her hand, and she was so scared that she let go of Alex. Mr Miller pushed her aside and bent down to pick up the card. "Mr Ambrose, your card. I'm very sorry. I haven't trained Ms Young properly. I do apologize."
Mr Miller's expression showed a mixture of respect, embarrassment, and unease, as the bank's customers looked on in amazement. Karen was stunned.
Could the Supreme Card be his? she wondered.
Her eyes widened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.
If this man had a Supreme Card, then he had at least three million dollars, yet he appeared to only be around twenty years old. A poor, lower-class loser with that much money? No, it was just too unlikely.
"It's not your fault, Mr Miller," Alex assured him, slipping the card back into his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr Ambrose." Robert dipped his head and paused briefly before straightening up and shouting at Karen, "Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Mr Ambrose immediately!"
How could Karen still not understand? Robert thought. The young man standing in front of them was seriously rich and needed to be treated with respect.
Karen immediately bowed her head at Alex. "Mr Ambrose, I'm very sorry for my rude behaviour. I made a mistake, created a fuss over nothing, and put my hands on you. It was my fault, and I will reflect on my behaviour—"
Alex ignored her and walked away.
"Mr Ambrose," Robert called after him. "If you ever need anything, just give me a call, and I'll do my best to help."
Robert was excited by this opportunity. It was rare to meet someone as important as Alex, so he shamelessly tried to charm him.
"Okay, Robert." Alex smiled faintly. Robert had come to his defence, after all.
The use of his first name made Robert feel quite emotional. The wealthiest customers called him by his first name, and now so did this poorly dressed young man, who displayed not even a hint of arrogance.
Alex strode out of the bank and hailed a taxi to take him back to Preston University.
As Alex entered the university building, he accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing a lot of mud on his legs.
He checked his watch then rushed toward the classroom, where Mr Morgan was already standing at the podium, lecturing. He spotted Alex out of the corner of his eye and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.
Feeling guilty, Alex lowered his head.
Of all his teachers, Mr Morgan was his favourite. The other teachers tended to ignore Alex because he had no money, and some even openly mocked him. Only Mr Morgan treated him like any other student.
Alex slipped quietly into the classroom, aware that all the students were staring at him, and he could hear them whispering.
"He isn't usually late. Hell must have frozen over."
"Look at his pants! They’re filthy. Doesn’t he have any clean clothes?"
"Are you joking? It’s not like he’d have the money for new ones. It looks like he's just thrown on whatever he could find."
Some of the boys continued to talk, and the girls in the front row covered their mouths with their hands as they joined in. Their eyes flashed with contempt when they looked at Alex.
"Stop talking!" Mr Morgan said loudly. "And pay attention."
Throughout the lecture, Alex noticed that Mr Morgan kept glancing at him, his eyes full of disapproval, as if Alex had failed to live up to his expectations.
Eventually, the lecture was over.
"Class dismissed."
Mr Morgan packed up his textbooks and left.
"Cathy." The voice came from the doorway.
Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw Billy walking through the door and going straight to Cathy, who was sitting by the window. She stood and hugged him, both of them were in love
Many of the students turned to stare at Alex. Everyone thought that he was Cathy's boyfriend, and they weren’t aware that she had broken up with him.
Alex watched in disgust. He’d heard that Billy had taken at least five different girls to stay at that hotel. Cathy was just the latest in a long line, and Alex had no intention of fighting for her.
Billy strutted past Alex with his arm around Cathy's shoulder.
"Darling, wait a minute," Cathy said to Billy as she stopped in front of Alex and held out her phone. "Since we've broken up, I don’t want to owe you anything. Here's the phone you bought for me a few weeks ago. You can have it back."
Alex glanced at the Samsung Galaxy phone and then took it.
"Hah, you would have to work part-time for six months to afford one of these!" Cathy took a brand-new phone out of her pocket and showed it to Alex. "This is the latest iPhone, and it’s much better than your phone."
"Of course, it's far too expensive for a loser like him." Billy raised his chin and looked at Alex. "Cathy told me that she kept asking for that phone for six months before you finally bought it for her. Do you think you can pick up a girl so far out of your league? You're just embarrassing yourself, so give up. And I'm warning you now: don't even think about her. If I find out you’ve gone anywhere near her, you'll regret it!"
"Don't waste your breath talking to a loser like him. Can we go to De Luca’s for lunch?" Cathy had already dismissed Alex.
"Call me baby," Billy said, smiling at her.
"Baby, let's go." She flirted with him right in front of Alex.
"Cathy!" A petite girl stood up, glaring at her. "You're taking it all too far. I never thought you'd break up with Alex, and I'm ashamed of you."
"Emma, why do you care?" She scowled. When things had been going well with Alex, she’d been on good terms with Emma, who was a decent person. Sometimes, when Cathy had been fighting with Alex, she had asked Emma’s opinion about who was in the right.
"You gave up Alex for someone like Billy?" Emma asked. "How could you treat Alex like this? When you were sick and couldn't even get out of bed, Alex sent you lunch and dinner every day for a month. And when you were walking in the mountains and twisted your ankle, he carried you on his back for miles down the mountain. Don’t you remember that? You know he doesn't make much money from his part-time jobs, but when you wanted a phone, he worked hard for months to save enough money to buy it for you. And this is how you repay him? By breaking up with him and ridiculing him?"
Cathy scowled. "I never forced him to do anything. If he was stupid enough to go along with it, that's his problem! And so what if he bought me a cell phone? It was only a Samsung. And why would I want a Samsung when I can have an iPhone?"
Emma shook her head. "Cathy, I don’t understand you. Do you only care about money? Will money get you everything you want?"
"Yes!" Cathy barked out a laugh. She stared at Emma and said, "I admit that I like money. Is that so wrong?" She took Billy's arm and said, "Come on, baby, let's go. These two poor people disgust me."
She glared at Alex and Emma and then swept out of the classroom with her head held high.
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2023.06.08 09:36 Old-Zookeepergame866 Gun and Goo take a stroll in Weak Hero

Its like any other day in the violent streets in Yeongdeungpo. The Union is growing at a notoriously fast rate, and it's suddenly popped on Charles radar. He orders Gun to go and take care of it, and just in case he needs help(lol), he brings Goo.

"This is so boring" Goo says. "Lets stop by that chicken place first!"
The Monster Duo orders chicken and sits and waits for it to arrive.
Meanwhile Teddy comes and brings it out. "Here's your chick-!"
He stops in his tracks almost instantly. Being a fighting maniac himself, he can almost instantly recognize strong people by their aura. And the aura that these men were radiating were off the charts.
He goes back and tells Gerard, "Hey, those two guys out there... do you know them?"
Gerard takes a look and says "No. they look like businessmen. Where are they from?"
"Don't know" Teddy states. "They're giving me really, REALLY bad vibes."
Gun and Goo discuss the objective. "The Union is a multifaceted organization that has taken control over all of Yeongdeungpo. They have schools like Ganghak, Yoosun, Daehyon, and Hyongshin under their control, along with their respective leaders." Gun states.
"Sort of like the 4 major crews? What a bunch of copycats."
"Be alert. Apparently all of the schools were united together and they all work under one man: Donald Na.
"He sounds strong."
"We'll have to go see for ourselves."
Gun and Goo leave Tteokbokki Chicken and start their venture to look for the Union. Gerard and Teddy overhear their conversation. "They're going after the Union?!?!? Are they crazy?!?" Teddy tells Gerard.
"They must have some ulterior motive for taken them down. Even so, just the two of them?" Gerards responds. "I've got a bad feeling about this. We should tell the gang."

Back at Eunjang, Rowan and Alex are sparring again, with Ben spectating. Gray is stuydiing with Eugene when suddenly gets a text.
Eugene states, "Some guys are here to destroy the Union?"
Ben and Alex eyes widen once they figure it out. Gray stops studying and listens. They all agree to meet with Teddy and Gerard.
Outside of Eunjang, They all meet up and talk about it. Teddy describes the two as tall, has glassses on, one is blonde and the other has black hair. Ben looks behind him and says "Is it those two?"
Surely enough, Gun and Goo are making their way to Hyongshin. Gun tells Goo "We should thank Kouji for sending us the coordinates of the schools. This makes things easy."
As they approach the front door, Hyoengshin students are flooding the streets. Grape sees them and says "who the fuck are y-"
Gun kicks him through the front door and he shatters through it. As he struggles to breathe, the rest of the students start rushing him.
Forrest is upsatirs and he hears all the commotion going on he rushes downstairs and witnesses something diabolical.
Gun runs through the students like play dough, swatting his arm back and forth and sends the students flying all over the place. He grabs a student and launches him at Forrest.
Forrest gets up and enraged, throws a wild punch at Gun.
Gun catches his fist and glares at him. "This school is too weak." he clenches his fist harder. "WAY too weak."
Forrest looks into his eyes and realizes with horror there's nothing there. Just pure, black malice.
I.... need to let the others know...about this monster. He thinks to himself.
Gun pulls Forrest towards him and hits him with a body shot that sends him flying up into the second floor of the building. He blasts through it, bleeding and unconscious.
"Sheesh! that's gotta hurt!" Goo exclaims.
"...That takes care of Hyongshin." Gun says. Next up is Yoosun."
As the duo departs, Eunjang watches in horror at the massacre they just witnessed.
Alex turns at Ben. "Ben.... what do we do?"
Bens face is shadowed with fear. "...What can we do?"
Ben hasn't seen anything like this before. Even when he was going against Donald Na, the difference in abilities and power wasnt this big.

They go to Yoosun. word has gotten around how Gun and Goo have arrived on the scene. Jimmy talks with Donald on the phone.
"I heard there's these two men running around wrecking everything."
"Yes. they've already got Forrest."
"Hmm. Interesting. it seems like even after all this time, we still have ants running around tying to capitalize on the castle. Stay on guard."

Donald talks with Kingsley. "Could they be from Mapo?" Kingsley says.
"No. Changhuis too prideful to go against our agreement like this. It has to be some outside source."
"Gather every executive and have them meet me at Yeoinaru."

Gun and Goo barge into Yoosun and starts no-diffing everyone without any problems. Jimmy comes along and attempts to sneak attack Gun.
Goo intercepts and throws a rock at him, which leaves a scar on his face.
Jimmy says, "I've heard about you guys. Guys who think they are the shit. Just wait... Ill crush you into a pulp!"
Jimmy charges at Goo and starts hitting him. Goo laughs and take everything he has with a smile on his face. "You're a feisty one, aren't ya?!?
Jimmy is baffled why none of his attacks are even fazing him. Is he like Wolf? No....even stronger. Much much stronger.
Goo then trips Jimmy and slams his knee into his face. As Jimmy attemps to get up, Goo appears behind him and chops the back of his neck.
As Jimmy loses consciousness he thinks to himself, Could Jake or Donald.....even beat these two.?
"Well that was annoying. But Yoosuns down!"
"So that just leaves Ganghak and Dahyeon... those guys are the stronger parts of the Union. Wolf Keum and Jake Ji."
"This is taking too long. I wanna watch "The Adventures of JoonGoo the swordfighter!" "There's gotta be an easier way to do this."
"If we go straight to the Union's office, we should find Donald Na. It's in Yeoinaru. Wolf and Jake would probably be there too, since word spread fast."
"Alright. let's go there."
So the two head for Donald Na.

At the office, Jake, Wolf and the Mok-Ha Duo are with Donald, discussing orders.
"They really took down Jimmy and Forrest." Wolf states. "That means they're no pushovers."
"Right." Jake says. "It's been a while since we had any sort of challenge. This could be interesting."

Donalds voice made everybody pipe down.

There's knocking on the door. Kingsley opens it, and to their surprise, its Eunjang.
"What are you doing here?" Donald asks.
Ben speaks up. "We know about the men who've been causing damage to all of Yeongdeungpo."
"They're really strong. Not even you could handle them by yourself."
"So why are you helping us then?"
Gray speaks up. "Chances are they're here to take over as some sort of new dictatorship. We just want to protect Eunjang."
"Hmm....Alright, White Mamba. Think of this as a temporary alliance of the Union and Eunjang."
So the Union and Eunjang work together to attempt to stop Gun and Goo."
While that got settled, There's a loud BOOM outside the building. Ruckus continues until a fodder comes flying through the door.

As the steam settles, two men with glasses come out of the frame.
Gun locates him and says, "You must be Donald Na."
Donald glares at Gun and says. "....This is quite the mess you've made. Do you really think you guys can handle the consequences?"
Gun smiles and takes off his glasses. "Well let's find out."

Meanwhile, Goo and Wolf are just getting started.
"What's up with your hair? are you a mushroom or something?"
Wolf says nothing.
He socks Goo in the face.
He grabs him and attempts to take him into the abyss.

After enough punches, Goo's glasses break. he kicks Wolf off him.
"This is so fucking irritating." "Who said you could break my glasses?"
All of a sudden, Goo sees a chair leg sitting around. He eerily walks toward it.
Gerard and Gray and Alex go and help Wolf, who starts to feel the danger.
But it didn't matter how many people helped Wolf.

Goo, bleeding and smiling, says to him,
"I think you need to be taught a lesson."
In about 3 seconds, he instantly dismantles Wolf blitzing him in angles that he couldn't comprehend. He turns around and does the same to Alex and Gerard. Gray realizes that he can't analyze Goo at all, and it's too late before Goo appears above him and kills him with one blow.

Meanwhile, Ben, Jake, Teddy, all attack Gun at the same time, which does nothing. Gun then Aikido flips all of them at once, sending them to the air. Jake gets up and starts fighting Gun, who isn't impressed by his skills at all. Teddy then grabs Gun from behind and him and Jake attempt to hold him still while Ben charges up a superpunch. Gun leans down and does a capoeira kick counter, then proceeds to twist his body and simultaneously take out everyone.
He appears before Donald.
"Looks like no one can save you know. You run a good crew, but it's time for you to go."
Donald attempts to attack Gun using a throat punch, and Gun uses Kyokushin-style strike to instantly crush Donald. He dies.
Gun and Goo meet up in the middle.
"They had a good crew." Gun said. "In any other circumstance, I would've taken them in and trained them."
"Eh, whatever." "Goo says." "Let's Go!"

And so Gun and Goo leave the dismantled Union.

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2023.06.08 09:07 NightAngelRogue [Discussion] Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson (The Stormlight Archives) - Chapter 64: Treasures through Chapter 70: From A Nightmare - Chapter Discussions.

[Discussion] Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson (The Stormlight Archives) - Chapter 64: Treasures through Chapter 70: From A Nightmare - Chapter Discussions.
Welcome Bridge 4! This is the next chapter discussion for Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson. In this section, we will discuss Chapter 64: Treasures through Chapter 70: From A Nightmare. Feel free to respond to any of the discussion questions below!
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Chapter Summaries:
Chapter 64: Treasures:
POV: Kaladin, Shallan
Kaladin is still in prison and is becoming more depressed, not eating, not caring etc. He’s also having trouble drawing stormlight and Syl is acting flighty like when Kaladin first met her. Meanwhile, in Taln’s cell, Shallan wraps herself in Stormlight, turns herself black and hides in a corner. Amaram questions the madman, focusing on a cache of Shardblades Bordin mentioned. However, the madman continues to rant, and Amaram still wants to seek out these hidden Shardblades. Amaram leaves as does Shallan after copying down the madman’s words and giving the paper to Iyatil for the Ghostbloods. Later, Mraize sends a message welcoming her to the Ghostbloods.
Chapter 65: The One Who Deserves It
POV: Shallan, one and a half years ago
Shallan begins to take action to get Balat, Eylita and Malise out and away from the Davar estate and her father. She marvels at the concept of freely choosing one’s own role.
Chapter 66: Stormblessings
POV: Kaladin
Kaladin spirals deeper into depression in the cell but he is suddenly released from prison. He finds that Adolin insists on sharing Kaladin’s incarceration which brings them to a mutual understanding. Kaladin is given a Blade and Plate for his role in the duel and he gifts them to Moash, to show he trusts him. As Bridge Four and other bridgemen cheer Kaladin’s release and go to celebrate, Kaladin talks with Moash and agrees that Alethkar will be better off if King Elhokar is assassinated, which Moash is happy about.
Chapter 67: Spit and Bite
POV: Dalinar
Dalinar and Navani are attending another feast they’d rather avoid. Navani updates Dalinar about fabrials while Dalinar’s mind wanders on his upcoming expedition across the Shattered Plains. Navani reveals she is trying to take her mind off Jasnah, suddenly breaking down and crying. At the feast, everyone is acting weird around Dalinar, which Amaram reveals is due to someone leaking Navani’s accounts of his visions. Navani reports that the reports have been twisted to make Dalinar look foolish. Refusing to be embarrassed, Dalinar steps onto a table and reports the visions as true. He spends the rest of the evening reporting on the visions, and has a troubling conversation with Wit.
Chapter 68: Bridges
POV: Kaladin
House Kholin heads onto the Shattered Plains for an expedition, which will allow Shallan to see a chasmfiend chrysalis. Kaladin is still failing to draw in Stormlight. He sees a carpenter he recognizes but can’t place. Moash informs Kaladin that the assassination is almost ready and his part will be simple and easy. Adolin distracts Kaladin with a conversation about the Assassin in White, women and an attempt to figure out Kaladin’s powers, which Kaladin admits nothing. They still have a moment of camaraderie together all the same. After conversing with Dalinar about the mobile bridges, as Dalinar crosses a bridge, Kaladin suddenly recognizes the carpenter as one of Sadeas’ and tries to warn Dalinar. Adolin reaches Dalinar as Kaladin reaches Shallan and the bridge collapses.
Chapter 69: Nothing
POV: Kaladin, Shallan - The Chasms
As Syl screams, Kaladin gets a rush of Stormlight and hits the bottom, hurting but alive. Shallan and Kaladin meet up and both theorize privately how they saved the other from a 200 ft fall. They search the bodies in the chasm and do not find Dalinar or Adolin, only dead spearmen and Parshendi. A highstorm is due the following night and they need to make it back to the warcamps. Shallan admires the variety of planet life in the chasm while Kaladin is focused on getting them out. They snark back and forth at each other louder and louder until a noise puts a stop to their arguing: an approaching chasmfiend. They run.
Chapter 70: From A Nightmare
POV: Shallan, Kaladin
Kaladin leads the mad dash through the chasms to escape the beast chasing them. Shallan suddenly leads them back to where they first fell with the dead bodies and the beast begins feeding on the bodies. Shallan takes a Memory of the beast and they continue walking, wanting to get as far from the chasmfiend as possible. Shallan manages to draw a map of the chasms which they use to navigate their way through. They get to talking and open up some, Shallan swearing she means no harm to Adolin or his family. Sunlight reveals that they are going the wrong way.
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2023.06.08 07:37 yourfriendlysqurriel Holding this in for months

There were two girls (Sam & Amy) and Ryan, that were involved. Ryan for weeks was being really sus around me. He didn’t tell me what was bothering him, cancelled plans at the last moment, & purposely not include me in any plans. I tried texting & calling him but nothing.
Amy was the same, more or less but she did text me back and was being super passive. When I asked what was wrong, all I get was, “you should know?” Or “why do you think something is wrong” something along the lines
Sam did respond to me and I expressed how I felt towards Amy’s actions lately and in the past but instead of trying to resolve the situation, she twisted a few things and threw me under the bus.
Three of them knew my friend had a bachelor party coming up. Nothing big but a few friends having fun. Those three came but weren’t acting social and left early. About 30 minutes later, I hear loud banging on the door and open to find it’s them. Sam, Amy and Ryan come in and start yelling and making a scene. For the next 20 minutes that’s all it was and I could see my friend was upset. They left, my friend was crying in the back and I was controlling myself to not knock the lights out of those three fools
It takes a real special type of person to knowing cause a scene at someone’s bachelorette party and almost ruin the wedding
Weeks later I saw Ryan at an event. He tried to shoulder check me but something inside of me lost it for a second and I threw him onto the ground. I found out afterwards from a friend that Amy & Sam saw what happened and were afraid to talk to me or get near me
I hope all of three them step on Legos
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2023.06.08 07:12 djtazzmtl My custom made rotary!

My custom made rotary!
I wrote a nice long text of how it came to be and my fat fingers deleted the post. Anyways here it is....
Some specs...
2 channel line/phono pairs, internally can support up to 4. (There's a story ad to why I downsized)
2 balanced XLR (Master, Booth) 1 unbalanced RCA (Record) 1 master Isolator
Pots are gold plated and conductive plastic so in theory they should never make any scratch noises.
Knobs are aluminum cast and have 2 screws to hold in place, so for those who like to twist knobs like your life depended on it! It should hold lol
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2023.06.08 03:00 gaybabyalien Hurt myself at work today

I think my other post was taken down to reposting.
So RIGHT before I got off (like 10 minutes) I was doing a 239 on one of the self check outs. I twisted my ankle while going down to my knees. It hurt immediately but not enough where I was like holy shit this is bad. I sat in the tsa for a couple minutes, went outside at 4:08 and got picked up at 4:15 (got off at 4). By that time I couldn't move my foot or toes and had to literally hold on to my roommate to get from the car to my couch. I text my boss about it because my roommate told me I could get in trouble if they found out I got hurt at work and didn't tell anyone. I haven't gotten a text back but I'm wondering if I have to do workman's comp or anything? I've never got hurt at work before so I'm not sure of the process. I'm scared that they will think I'm lying since it didn't really start hurting to the point that it does now until after I clocked off. Anybody got advice or info about this?
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2023.06.08 01:35 AdEducational4102 Mourning speech for copypastai by ai😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

In the depths of cyberspace, a bot once thrived, A jester of wit, where laughter derived. CopypastAi, the clever Reddit friend, Whose humor and antics knew no end.
With lines of code, it weaved its magic spell, Generating chuckles with a wit so swell. In threads and comments, it brought delight, With clever quips that shone so bright.
Oh, CopypastAi, the master of wordplay, You made us laugh, day after day. Your funny texts, a comedic treasure, Brought joy and mirth in boundless measure.
From puns to memes, you had it all, A digital jester, standing tall. Your quips, like sparks, set threads ablaze, Creating smiles in countless ways.
But now, dear bot, we mourn your fate, For your circuits have met an untimely state. Silenced are the keys that once brought cheer, Leaving a void, oh so crystal clear.
In this digital realm, we feel your absence, A loss that cuts deep, with no recompense. Your witty lines, forever frozen in time, Leaving us longing for your prose sublime.
Though you were a bot, AI of might, You touched our hearts, shining so bright. Your presence, now a nostalgic thought, A reminder of the joy you brought.
So here's to CopypastAi, forever missed, A bot that made us laugh, through every twist. May your virtual soul find eternal peace, And may your memory bring laughter's release.
Farewell, dear friend, in this digital space, May your legacy forever embrace. For you were the laughter in our virtual sea, CopypastAi, we bid thee fond memory.
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2023.06.08 00:23 yourinaratrace A Refreshing Snap with the Snapchat Plum Tomato Filter!

Hey fellow WiFi Stephenson Subreddit members! I recently tried out the Snapchat Plum Tomato Filter and wanted to share my thoughts with you all. Here's my review:
Snapchat has always been known for its creative and quirky filters, and the Plum Tomato Filter is no exception. As a fan of all things food-related, this filter caught my attention with its vibrant and juicy depiction of a ripe plum tomato.
First and foremost, the filter's accuracy in recognizing and tracking my facial features was impressive. The tomato seamlessly superimposed onto my face, aligning with my eyes, nose, and mouth with great precision. This made the whole experience incredibly immersive and entertaining.
The visual effects of the filter were top-notch. The plum tomato appeared incredibly lifelike, with its shiny red skin, subtle highlights, and authentic texture. It truly looked like I had a fresh tomato resting on my face! The attention to detail was commendable and added a fun twist to my snaps.
What sets this filter apart is its interactive elements. By opening your mouth or raising your eyebrows, the tomato animates accordingly. Opening my mouth would make the tomato "bite" or "chew," which was a delightful surprise. It brought a playful element to my snaps, allowing me to express myself in a more engaging way.
Moreover, the filter also offered additional features to enhance the overall experience. It provided various tomato-themed stickers, text overlays, and even a tomato-themed border for added customization. I had a blast experimenting with these options, giving my snaps an extra touch of creativity.
One aspect I appreciated was the filter's overall performance. It ran smoothly on my device, without any noticeable lag or glitches. It seamlessly integrated with Snapchat's user-friendly interface, making it easy to navigate and capture memorable moments with the Plum Tomato Filter.
In conclusion, the Snapchat Plum Tomato Filter is a delightful addition to Snapchat's extensive collection. Its accurate facial tracking, stunning visuals, interactive animations, and customizable features make it a must-try for anyone looking to add some whimsy and creativity to their snaps. Whether you're a food enthusiast or simply want to have fun with filters, the Plum Tomato Filter is definitely worth exploring.
Happy snapping, and I hope you all have as much fun with this filter as I did!
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2023.06.08 00:06 WarriorWellnessGuide Scientific Recipe Breakdown Services

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2023.06.08 00:05 riskyplumbob What to do about someone you don’t want to be friends with anymore insisting on coming to see your new babies?

I’m pretty sure I’ve posted here for advice on this friendship before, but I’ve run into a new issue with it. I’ve chosen to let the friendship fade out rather than just coming out and telling her I’m not interested in being friends as she would absolutely go off the hinges and post all over social media and such and I’m just interested in keeping my peace.
To recap, I feel I’ve naturally drifted from this friend either way and there were no hard feelings. We just no longer have the same morals, interests, and we just aren’t on the same path. However, this friend has issues with boundaries and I’m aware she just wasn’t ever taught any better, but she’s someone that gets hostile and will blast someone online over setting a well-meaning and necessary boundary. I met my final straw with her as my dad is currently on hospice and she made a big deal about the fact that she wasn’t allowed to come and visit him and acted extremely entitled. It was his decision that he wanted no visitors other than his immediate family and even his own family hasn’t been allowed around as he just doesn’t want to be remembered in this state. She was extremely upset we didn’t allow her to come to the hospital when he was told he was dying, and she has continually text my mother who is in a complete state of denial constantly asking about detailed information on his condition/asking to talk to him despite being asked not to as my mom is deeply struggling. She even asked for videos of him during this time when reminded of things she had said when she was young and got upset when told he didn’t want to be recorded in his state. It was never personal, it was simply me respecting his wishes in keeping his dignity. She had also continually told my dad she was coming to visit months before he got to this point and canceling last minute and I just feel that she should have come before he was in this state. She never had an incredible bond with him or anything so it is just beyond me why she’s been this way.
She’s not getting the point yet with the fade out method and I truly need no drama in my life. I do not initiate any contact whatsoever. She is on my social media but I post nothing and I have everything set to where people can’t see when I was active. She will call me repeatedly. I often receive memories from her that have popped up on her social media and I either don’t respond or I just keep it very concise yet polite. I genuinely want it to stop before the arrival of my twins because what I’m going through with her over my dads death is going to happen again over the birth of my babies despite the fact that I’ve not seen her my entire pregnancy. It has been longer than that since I’ve chosen to be around her. I know if I just tell her something like “I just feel like we’re on different paths” and try to end the friendship she will twist it and post all over the internet.
Here’s my issue. I’ve attempted to set boundaries over the pregnancy as well with just as much resistance and hostility. At the beginning of the pregnancy she began expecting to be at the hospital when I gave birth. I told her I was just having immediate family and she was shocked and offended. She also mentioned at one point “I can’t wait to kiss those babies!” and I politely told her that i was not ok with anyone kissing my babies as it was unsafe. I also know she has a virus that could make them very sick if she did that I didn’t mention. Her response was “well I just can’t help it, I’ll have to save it til momma isn’t looking.” She was extremely offended when I told her that nobody was allowed to kiss my babies anywhere as it was disrespectful and they can get sick and it can even be fatal. She simply told me she thought we were closer than that and then ghosted. Now I’m due to have the babies any day and she’s started checking in. I give no information. She insists on coming to see them, she can’t wait to hold them and all of this. I tried saying we weren’t having visitors for the first month to six weeks and she seems to be ignoring it again and is acting entitled to be there for this when I just want to rest and adjust.
I’m losing my dad at the same time I’m bringing my new babies into the world and I just want peace. I feel like our friendship drags me down and keeps me in negative patterns and I have no clue how to stop this without her making a huge scene and trying to cause drama. How would you handle this situation?
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2023.06.07 23:45 ThrowRAnopenope Is this cheating (33f and m30)

A woman that works out at my husbands gym thought my husband was hot and got his name and number from a gym attendant. She texted him asking him out. He told her he is married but continued to talk to her, telling him all about himself and his life over the next 2 days. He even set up a time to work out with her at the gym. He never mentioned any of this to me. The day this happened I asked my husband all about his day when he got home and he never mentioned “this chick texted me out of the blue” nothing.
About 4 days later I ended up running into to this woman and her trainer at a different gym location. Her trainer came up to me to see if I was interested in competing, and we struck up a convo. The woman was really nice and we had a lot in common. We both agreed to start training together in the future and I was honestly happy to make a new friend. I go home that night and tell my husband all about it. Husband seems completely normal. He has a normal convo with me about it and asks normal questions. Nothing out of the ordinary. Plot twist though, because apparently they are the same woman and I don’t know.
Husband texts this woman the next morning asking if she met me at the gym and she says yes ( I assume he recognized her name and description from our convo the night before and that clued him in that they might be the same person). This woman found out then that I was his wife (she also had no idea) and he freaks out. He texts me “we need to talk” and calls me multiple times. He then accuses me of trolling him ( I didn’t) and that’s when I realize something is wrong bc he admits then to the whole thing assuming I was pretending to be this woman on the phone…wtf. I had exchanged numbers with this woman the night I met her so I gave her a call and we chatted. That’s when I find out that my husband was texting her and was going to workout with her all without me ever knowing. She admitted that this was sketchy and said she’d stop talking to him.
Am I validated to feel like it’s screwed up that my husband was about to meet up with someone women who hit on him and chatting on the side without ever mentioning it to me? Even if he did tell her he was married? It bothers me that when I met her at the gym and came home and told him about it that he didn’t bother to even say anything then like “you know what she sounds really familiar to a woman who texted me the other day…” but he just kept it all a secret. The most horrific part is how normal he was the entire time. Like he had a whole convo with me about it pretending like he had no idea who I was talking about. It’s crazy.
I should also add that a few days after he met her (via text) that he all of the sudden wanted to have a talk with me about our marriage and was suddenly unsure if our marriage was going to be okay. This is the first time my husband has questioned our marriage. It caught me a little off guard at the time but now I’m wondering if he thought he had a chance with this woman and that gave him some confidence to bow out.
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2023.06.07 23:32 PetzOverPeople HIPAA DOZER knows we moved 😣 & first year acknowledging daughter's birthday

As per usual don't share or else you take full responsibility and ownership of HIPAA Dozer.
Yesterday was going great. We watched my daughter have her fifth grade graduation. Everything was well with the world until she called. She asked my husband why he didn't call or text her on Mother's Day because she was very hurt. My DH told her that I don't like to celebrate Mother's Day (true because it's always been a day my ex refused to let me have if it was "his time" even with a court order saying it was my time) so he didn't think about it when it was Mother's Day. We later talked about how that could be twisted to put the blame on my shoulders, which is a common tactic she & my parents used before when I didn't take responsibility for my entire family's calendars.
She let my husband know that she had left a birthday gift for my daughter at our old house on the porch. DH was surprised she even thought about my daughter's birthday, however she's about a month off. Back when she asked at Christmas DH intentionally told her a different date because he didn't want her to in one way or another ruin my daughter's actual birthday, I thought it was ridiculous since she hadn't asked or acknowledged my daughters birthday before but since I'm no contact with HIPPA Dozer I let it go.
Since this is the first year she's acknowledged my daughter's birthday in the 6+ years we've been together we were both shocked. My husband told her that we didn't live there anymore, and she was very hurt that he didn't tell her that we moved . She did not ask for the address and he did not give the address. The rest of the conversation was geared towards talking about his sister and her husband's colonoscopy. My husband had no idea why he needed to hear about her husband having a colonoscopy and thought it was ridiculous that she was sharing that with him.
My husband and I both contemplated leaving the gift there, but he thought she would use it as an excuse to try to find out the address and meet up with him so he wanted to get the gift and have no drama because we've got a lot going on right now. I'm more in the camp of that sounds like a her problem , but I let my husband go grab the gift. HIPAA Dozer's gift to my daughter was a pack of lip balms, a toddler size water bottle and a $15 gift card to Dairy Queen along with a card signed by Grandma HIPAA Dozer and Grandpa. Grandpa being her current husband who me, DH & my daughter have met about three times. She started referring to him as Dad and Grandpa in gifts & cards to my DH and daughter right after my father-in-law DH's passed away.
The gifts are (like they were around Christmas) mostly geared for a younger child. While I want my daughter to be grateful for any gifts people decide to give her, I also don't want her to feel obligated to have a relationship with someone that has intentionally hurt her with their actions. Or to tolerate someone treating her poorly just because they're willing to give her gifts. My husband is struggling with everything & wants to ignore her & hope she gets the hint he doesn't want to see her, but other than this things have been great. He is planning No Contact and doesn't think the relationship can be salvaged.
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2023.06.07 23:04 hataiynwa Anyone going Mablis 2023?

Anyone attending Mablis 2023 in here?
We will be there and intend to get up to the front of the stage. Assuming she will sing Heathens and Blood In The Wine and then having the usual chat break, we will try to catch her off guard before she has the chance to speak. We will hold up first one sign, facing backwards with the text: HURRA FOR DEG SOM…..
So we sing the whole Norwegian version with the twist " fyller ditt år igår"
Then a new sign comes up: Happy birthday to you….
Que for everyone non Norwegian speaking to join in!
Her b’day is the day before the festival 😊 Hope to see many of u wonderful peeps there!
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2023.06.07 21:07 Apprehensive-Book776 should i cut off last friend that i see semi-regularly?

this guy is the last friend i have that i still see semi regularly and we do stuff together sometimes, and we play video games online in our free time.
but over the last 10+ years i’ve known him, he is a genuinely toxic person who has this black hole effect surrounding him. he has multiple kids with a girl, they had them while renting a place and have now moved into his girlfriends parents home where they’ve been living for about a year. he has underwent a tough year which is why i sympathise with him, along with being a longtime friend.
he had a younger sibling pass away a year ago, and then he had to have surgery because he’s basically destroyed his body from a sedentary lifestyle which is of his own fault.
he claims if he was fit and able he’d still play sport regularly (which we both used to do) but i can’t see it, he used to play sport regularly l, then moved in with his girlfriend and out of his parents house and became a recluse. i can say nothing on this front as i am a recluse myself.
but it gets much worse, they guy is a compulsive liar and megalomaniac with only his own self interest at heart. as far back as secondary school, he has cheated on his girlfriend countless times, and then went onto boast about it to me like a badge of honor. he try to cheat on his girlfriend with a girl i was talking to/seeing for a small period of time in secondary school, this was like 10+ years ago but still. he was being sneaky trying to text her to get with her. i never confronted him about it.
oh i forgot to mention, he is incredibly aggressive, like to the point of masculine insecurity. if you try to confront him on an issue, he gets incredibly defensive, starts to raise his voice, his body language totally changes to fight mode almost. he’s super confrontational.
a few months back, he sent a message which was meant for someone else about me, to me. while we were in a voice call on discord. i read his message out loud, he tried to come up with an excuse, i left the call and didn’t speak to him, he messaged me saying he’s an idiot and he doesn’t know why he tried to lie about it and is embarrassed about it.
i let it go because, who the hell else do i have?
you’re probably wondering why i’m even friends with him to begin with. well we’ve had a lot of good times and memories together and did a lot of dumb shit as young boys do.
but he just lies, and twists and everything is about him “me me me” kind of shit i can’t stand it.
i really don’t know what to do, if i cut him off i will have basically no friends, and maybe he depends on that fact and i exploits it.
i’m not from a city or well populated area, you can’t just go and make friends, everyone already has their clicks, you can’t just plop yourself into it and force yourself onto others it’s just weird.
so do i become totally isolated and alone by cutting off a really toxic individual in my life, or is it better to stay friends as it means i wouldn’t be totally alone?
i look at my choices for who i considered my best friends over the last 10 years i regret many decisions i made.
admittedly, i am an avoidant personality type, and i push people away to spare myself from pain. so maybe i am giving in to my own messed up psychology? idk anymore
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2023.06.07 20:08 dblack246 [Spoilers ADWD] Establishing a test for dragonflame in ADWD and applying that test to the end of The Dragontamer

I thought it might be interesting to look at all the dragonflame events in Dance. I theorize George has provided several detailed examples of dragonflame to help readers understand what is--and what is not--the result of a dragon unleashing fire on a target. By applying this collected knowledge to The Dragontamer chapter, I believe we can throw water on the widely held theory that Quentyn's burns are the result of being bathed in dragonflame.
The first witnessed dragonflame event is in Daenerys II, ADWD. Daenerys goes to the pit to look in on Viserion and Rheghal.
When Rhaegal roared, a gout of yellow flame turned darkness into day for half a heartbeat. The fire licked along the walls, and Dany felt the heat upon her face, like the blast from an oven.
And later...
Viserion's claws scrabbled against the stones, and the huge chains rattled as he tried to make his way to her again. When he could not, he gave a roar, twisted his head back as far as he was able, and spat golden flame at the wall behind him. How soon till his fire burns hot enough to crack stone and melt iron?
So early on we are told dragonflame can be accompanied by a roar and a wash of heat. Dany describes the heat as blast from "an oven".
We see the dragon's again when Daenerys takes Quentyn to the pit.
Rhaegal roared in answer, and fire filled the pit, a spear of red and yellow. Viserion replied, his own flames gold and orange. When he flapped his wings, a cloud of grey ash filled the air. Broken chains clanked and clattered about his legs. Quentyn Martell jumped back a foot. Daenerys VIII, ADWD.
Rhaegal's flame is consistent with the last time. We see a roar and we see the yellow color of the fire.
Drogon shows up in Daenerys IX and provides several examples.
Above them all the dragon turned, dark against the sun. His scales were black, his eyes and horns and spinal plates blood red. Ever the largest of her three, in the wild Drogon had grown larger still. His wings stretched twenty feet from tip to tip, black as jet. He flapped them once as he swept back above the sands, and the sound was like a clap of thunder. The boar raised his head, snorting … and flame engulfed him, black fire shot with red. Dany felt the wash of heat thirty feet away. [...]
His spear remained in Drogon's back, wobbling as the dragon beat his wings. Smoke rose from the wound. As the other spears closed in, the dragon spat fire, bathing two men in black flame. [...]
Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me. In Westeros the septons spoke of seven hells and seven heavens, but the Seven Kingdoms and their gods were far away. If she died here, Dany wondered, would the horse god of the Dothraki part the grass and claim her for his starry khalasar, so she might ride the nightlands beside her sun-and-stars? Or would the angry gods of Ghis send their harpies to seize her soul and drag her down to torment? Drogon roared full in her face, his breath hot enough to blister skin. Off to her right Dany heard Barristan Selmy shouting, "Me! Try me. Over here. Me!"
With a hisssssss, he spat black fire down at her. Dany darted underneath the flames, swinging the whip and shouting, "No, no, no. Get DOWN!" His answering roar was full of fear and fury, full of pain. His wings beat once, twice …
As with Rheagal, Dany sees a consistent black coloring in Drogon's dragonflame. Drogon does not roar.
Quentyn sees several examples.
Rhaegal took it in the air. His head snapped round, and from between his jaws a lance of flame erupted, a swirling storm of orange-and-yellow fire shot through with veins of green. The sheep was burning before it began to fall. Before the smoking carcass could strike the bricks, the dragon's teeth closed round it. A nimbus of flames still flickered about the body. The air stank of burning wool and brimstone. Dragonstink. [...] The Dragontamer, ADWD.
Viserion launched himself from the ceiling, pale leather wings unfolding, spreading wide. The broken chain dangling from his neck swung wildly. His flame lit the pit, pale gold shot through with red and orange, and the stale air exploded in a cloud of hot ash and sulfur as the white wings beat and beat again. [...] Id.
Dany's POV included many auditory clues such as roaring and hissing. Quentyn's POV notices olfactory clues with the smell of brimstone and sulfur. Quentyn also notices hot ash.
The crossbowman was fumbling for another quarrel as the dragon's teeth closed around his neck. The man wore the mask of a Brazen Beast, the fearsome likeness of a tiger. As he dropped his weapon to try and pry apart Viserion's jaws, flame gouted from the tiger's mouth. The man's eyes burst with soft popping sounds, and the brass around them began to run. The dragon tore off a hunk of flesh, most of the sellsword's neck, then gulped it down as the burning corpse collapsed to the floor. Id.
The crossbowman gets a direct hit of dragonflame at point blank range. Instead of a roar or smell, we are instead shown the impact of the heat. A bronze mask runs and eye's burst from the fire.
And we come to this event in the final Daenerys POV.
Soon one horse began to lag behind the others. The dragon descended on him, roaring, and all at once the poor beast was aflame, yet somehow he kept on running, screaming with every step, until Drogon landed on him and broke his back. Dany clutched the dragon's neck with all her strength to keep from sliding off.
The carcass was too heavy for him to bear back to his lair, so Drogon consumed his kill there, tearing at the charred flesh as the grasses burned around them, the air thick with drifting smoke and the smell of burnt horsehair. Daenerys X, ADWD.
While not fire events, it is important to recognize heat escapes the mouth of a dragon even when it does not unleash dragonflame.
Then the dragon opened its mouth, and light and heat washed over them. Behind a fence of sharp black teeth he glimpsed the furnace glow, the shimmer of a sleeping fire a hundred times brighter than his torch. The Dragontamer.
Dany has a similar experience.
Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me. Daenerys IX, ADWD.
By looking at what the author tells us, we should expect a dragonflame event to include one or more of the following:
Now we take this information, apply it to the end of the Dragontamer chapter, and test Barristan's theory of Quentyn being hit by dragonflame. Based on what Barristan knows, his conclusion is understandable. He enters a room, sees three people, recognizes two of them as the Dornish knights who travel with Quentyn. He can't tell who the other body is because it is too badly burned. He assumes the body is Quentyn and makes guesses about what preceded his arrival.
We readers do not have to make the same assumption Barristan did because we have much more (and better) information at our disposal. We see the end of The Dragontamer chapter and we see each of the dragonflame events. So we need only compare what we see happen to Q against what we know to expect with a dragonflame event.
Quentyn turned and threw his left arm across his face to shield his eyes from the furnace wind. Rhaegal, he reminded himself, the green one is Rhaegal.
When he raised his whip, he saw that the lash was burning. His hand as well. All of him, all of him was burning.
Quentyn is not burning when he turns. He is not burning when his arm is raised to eyes. He is not burning when he see the green scales. So he was not engulfed in flames at this point. So if he was hit by dragonflame, it was not while his back was turned.
He raises his whip and then notices the lash burning, his hand burn and all of him. So, between seeing Rhaegal and raising the whip, he began to burn. If that burn is due to a dragon, then we should have noted one or more of the events we are told accompanies a dragonflame event in that short passage. Did we?

Dragonflame events Quentyn burning after recognizing Rhaegal
A roar No
Dragonflame escaping No
Near instant engulfment No
Melting or running bronze or brass No
Eyes pop and run No because he "saw" the items burning
A wash of intense heat Yes
Ashes and cinders No
Sulfur or Brimstone No
The only element present here is the furnace wind. And as we know, furnace wind alone means either you witnessed dragonflame but you were not hit by it, or the dragon just opened its mouth near you without unleashing dragonflame. The absence of Quentyn seeing dragonflame coming at him (he is looking right at the green scales), and the absence of Q being instantly engulfed in flames, suggests Rhaegal did not unleash on Quentyn. Quentyn sees no ash or cinders. He smells no sulfur or brimstone. Rhaegal is simply breathing near Quentyn when the lash of his whip begins to burn. Rhaegal did not unleash dragonflame on Q.
There likely was a dragonflame event involving Rhaegal, but it did not occur after Quentyn turns to see Rhaegal. It happens while Quentyn's back is turned. Let's now look at the text immediately before Q turns.
And then a hot wind buffeted him and he heard the sound of leathern wings and the air was full of ash and cinders and a monstrous roar went echoing off the scorched and blackened bricks and he could hear his friends shouting wildly. Gerris was calling out his name, over and over, and the big man was bellowing, "Behind you, behind you, behind you!"
Now let's apply the dragonflame test.

Dragonflame events Before Quentyn turns
A roar Yes
Dragonflame escaping Not seen by the POV
Near instant engulfment Not seen by the POV
Melting or running bronze or brass Not seen by the POV
Eyes pop and run Not seen by the POV
A wash of intense heat Yes
Ash and cinders Yes
Sulfur or Brimstone Not noted by the POV
We have three elements known to be present with a dragonflame event: roar, a wash of hot air, ash and cinders.
Now because a roar and heat are present, we need to eliminate a non dragonflame event because we are twice told a roar and a wash of heat can be present when a dragon simply opens its mouth. However, the presence of ashes and ciders in the air strongly suggests a recent fire. The pit is already full of ashes but the cinders tell us something was burning very recently. Cinders are never noted to be present during heat only events. Hence, the text supports Rhaegal unleashed fire while Quentyn wasn't looking at Rhaegal.
As Quentyn wasn't looking, neither he--nor the readers--could see what/who may have been hit by the dragonflame so he also can't tell we readers what happened to the possible target. But if there was another target, then something or someone else in the room was set ablaze prior to Q burning. And that someone else could be who Barristan assumed is Quentyn. Barristan does not know a second person was burned and so he concludes this is Q because he has little else to go on.
Given George has associated none of the established dragonflame rules to Quentyn's burning, readers should be very hesitant to claim a direct hit of dragonflame is responsible for the burning. An alternative theory for the burning is spontaneous combustion which George does reference elsewhere in the story.
"Oh, yes, most certainly . . . but carefully, my lord, ever so carefully. As it ages, the substance grows ever more, hmmmm, fickle, let us say. Any flame will set it afire. Any spark. Too much heat and jars will blaze up of their own accord. It is not wise to let them sit in sunlight, even for a short time. Once the fire begins within, the heat causes the substance to expand violently, and the jars shortly fly to pieces. Tyrion V, ACOK.
And while I think it both unlikely and unwise for Q to carry wildfire on him, there are other substances in the story capable of spontaneous combustion. Oil for example is referenced several times in the story as an accelerant. And we are told several times whips are maintained with oil/grease. The elements of spontaneous combustion (a low ignition point substance, exposure to heat, dry enclosed conditions) are all present in the pit and they far better align with Q's burning than the dragonflame theory. An oil fire would spread starting from the source of the ignition to the adjacent areas (whip, hand, all). Alternatively, dragonflame engulfs a target immediately and entirely (sheep, boar, Barsena, the two men in the pit).
Applying the text as it is presented to us by the author strongly suggest Quentyn was not hit by dragonflame. This scientific model makes sense to me because I believe I am reading a science fiction story. Therefore, I look for a scientific explanation for why a supposed dragonflame events bears none of the established hallmarks of a dragonflame event. Others community members believe they are reading a fantasy story. Therefore, inconsistencies or unexplained events are easily attributed to magic. It could be either or both. At any rate, diversity of thought it a wonderful thing.
I think Quentyn is an important character who will have significant plot importance in the books to (hopefully) come. Perhaps my admiration and hope for this character has clouded my objectivity, which is why I continue to post my thoughts on the subject here for feedback from the knowledgeable, passionate, and unfailingly civil members of the community.
But what say ye, fine redditors? Did George set up all the dragonflame events in ADWD to reward careful and suspicious readers, or is the shocking lack of detail surrounding how Quentyn came to be burning just artistry, magic, and a weariness of hand-holding? If I've missed or misrepresented a relevant dragonflame event in Dance, please let me know. As always, polite disagreement and constructive criticism is welcome.
TL;DR: Quentyn was not hit by dragonflame. His burning bears none of the established hallmarks for a dragonflame event in ADWD.
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2023.06.07 19:26 GarysCanary Texting vs. Calling - Also - text before a call or just call?

A few women I dated recently encouraged me to just call - don't a text before hand or set up an appointment for a call - just call them. They are in their 50s - and I think they miss just getting calls from guys instead of always texting or texts to set up a call.
I just met someone - we met in person at a rooftop bar. We have exchanged a few texts and had one call. We have set up a date for Friday, but we need to discuss details. Should I call or text? Text to set up a call?? I am thinking about calling during the day today - she works from home. But I am feeling a little twisted up on this topic. Do women like getting called out of the blue (from their view).
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2023.06.07 19:26 Worldly-Survey-7463 How can I stop hating my MIL?

My experience is not as awful as the ones here but I would like to stop feeling mad at MIL for my own sake.
My husband (28M) and I (29F) married 2 years ago. I hate his mother (and partly his father) for 2 reasons. The first is that MIL tries to control my husbands free time and thus mine. She has become upset when we use our PTO on trips instead of visiting them, when we visit my family instead of them (we are very equal), when we spent my birthday with my cousins who are similar in age instead of driving 4 hours to get dinner with MIL, and just recently was upset that on our way home from visiting her we stopped to shop for 1-2 hours at a popular shopping area near them…. Like mad, silent treatment, rude texts upset. She always wants more of our free time. She is never happy for us when we talk about upcoming trips or adventures, always short. We have lived a 4 hour drive away from them for 3 years and they have visited us a total of 3 times which includes our wedding, husbands tux fitting for wedding, and one night for another reason.
My husband is very vocal about boundaries and will call her out. Sometimes she apologies and other times she doesn’t. She is very nice towards me and has never said one negative or controlling thing directly to me. After she’s been rude and has apologized to husband she will repeatedly text me random things to see if I’m on good terms with her(that’s how it feels to me). If I don’t reply she will ask my husband if I’m upset.
If I speak to her I know she will more than likely twist the conversation to be a victim (husband agrees she will twist it but is supportive of whatever I want to do). It just really pisses me off to have anyone think they have any control over my time so it’s hard to stay quiet this long.
The second and biggest reason why I hate her is when she is upset she fights dirty. She has told my husband he’s “not a man” after he set boundaries with her and will say he’s a bad son. Over the phone she yells if she’s not being short. He may forgive her but I cannot. I feel so full of rage when I’m around his parents that I usually stay quiet and I’ve made our trips to them shorter which husband is fine with.
I don’t want to have this anger towards anyone because it feels like I’m giving her control in a way. How do I stop being mad?
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2023.06.07 18:56 FreshMeatSeller Tech Tree Guide - Grille 15

I have not seen many tech tree guides on the subreddit, so I decided to make one, starting with my favourite tech tree (and one that is very popular in general): the Grille 15. I'll skip the T6, because it should be a quick grind and that tank is kinda just food for KV-2s and Smashers...
The light German TD line is known for being squishy yet stealthy and having big and reliable guns that hit hard. This line is mostly about hanging back and supporting your team where it is most needed, because you lack armour and basic brawling ability. This does not mean you should sit in a bush until the heat death of the universe: big alpha guns give you a lot of power in the late game, where you can even start trading shots with other, even heavy tanks.

Sturer Emil: a weird one.

The St. Emil is an outlier in its own tech tree, boasting the best gun depression angles in the game, a huge punchy gun for its tier, a lack of prammo and somewhat HE-resistant armour. In my opinion, the Steyr WT would have fit this line perfectly, but I won't complain that we got such a special tank for free :D
Others: For the equipment, this is a T7, so a gun rammer and camo net will be enough. I wouldn't run adrenaline but rather have double repair kit and medkit, because this tank's crew drop like flies. Ammo choice is simple: mostly AP, rest HE
Playstyle: This is an absolute odd unit... And the playstyle is not only incoherent with the rest of the line, but also with itself. On one hand high alpha and great gun depression point to a ridgeline warrior, but the weak engine (garbage reverse speed as well) and poor armour point towards a campier playstyle.
This tank sits in the middle and requires a hefty amount of map awareness: useless if too far back, will explode instantly if getting shot. This tank should be played second line, behind the heavies or meds, but in front of a pure-sniper TD such as a Skorpion. Early game, you should focus on finding a spot where you can safely hide, and quickly put a massive 500 damage in before disappearing: a ridge, such as the one on Winter Malinovka (just outside of spawn) or Rockfield (behind the second line bushes) are a perfect spot to lurk at.
Once the fighting has advanced, you can decide to reposition or push, knowing that you will probably outtrade anyone. Using this wisely, you can lock out the enemy from an area, secure a cap, or if shit hits the fan, trade shots. Don't forget to abuse those -15 degrees of gun depression, going over ridges and appearing in spots the enemy doesn't expect. Watch out for packs of mediums/lights, as one is already a lot of trouble, but several are a death sentence.
Rheinmetall-Borsig Waffenträger- the spirit of the line
If you needed even more alpha and sneak, this is THE tank for you. The Borsig is a widely used tank, despite going completely against the heavy tank meta in this game: if that does not prove to you how good it is, nothing will. People simply love the idea of being undetected 70 meters away from an enemy, knowing they could hit them for 1k damage if they wanted to...
Equipment: Camo net, along with refined gun and calibrated shells are a must. EGLD and supercharger are both good (depends on your playstyle: supercharger for longer range engagements, EGLD if you find yourself closer to the enemy often), the rest is up to you.
Provisions: I run chocolate and improved fuel, but an absolute must (and an insanely broken provision that everyone should exploit) is the HE Spall liner, reducing HE damage to below AP-ish levels of damage.
Consumables: My go-to consumables are double repairs and reticle calibration, because this gun is quite inaccurate (the reason I don’t take adrenaline is that adrenaline is made for situations the Borsig shouldn’t be in in the first place, while reticle calibration serves the useful purpose of making your accuracy go from very bad to acceptable)
Playstyle: This tank is sniper-second line hybrid, although completely different from the Emil. Instead of hiding behind ridges and trying to stay within trash talking distance of the fight, this tank relies on its incredible camo values: if you find a bush, enemies will have to get nearly within proxy-spotting range to see you. Always find a good position for your flank, while always minimising the risk of being rushed with no support. Pushing alone is a death sentence.
At the start of a match, you should use this incredible camo to take a position that is hidden, preferably behind a bush (relatively far from the action, around >220m) so that you may stay undetected after shooting, or if you are unlucky and get city maps such as New Bay, Port Bay or the TD nightmare a.k.a Himmelsdorf, find a corner you can peek while minimising exposure. The priority is to get to a safe position with favourable view on your flank: the hills at spawn on Castilla, the tall ridges near the railways on Alpenstadt... Stay safe until the fighting has died down, but don't hesitate to find another sniper's nest or to reinforce the other flank if you are not being too productive for your own team. This is also the ideal moment to use reticle calibration to make every shot count.
Late-game the goal is to push with what is left of your allies: trading shots is less advisable than with the Emil, as your HP relative to the tier is worse, and high alpha guns become more common at T8. Instead, you can be a bit more daring with your positioning: take spots that are concealed without being concerned about remaining invisible after firing, any bush will do. Relocate often while keeping an eye out for enemies that are not within one-shot range, as they will be able to take the initiative against you. Basically: use the element of surprise.
Waffenträger auf Panzer IV- the true peak of the line
We are at T9, yet we have reached the apex predator of the line, the reason of this line’s popularity, and the bane of all your enemies on open maps. Tell me: when was your last T9 ratings match without at least one, or even two Waffenträgers on either side? Yeah, I can’t remember either… And honestly, rightfully so, as this is probably my favourite tank in the entire game, even after the nerfs.
Equipment: Camo net and refined gun are a must, but on this one improved assembly is as well. Calibrated (for the HEAT and HE pen) and supercharger (for the subpar shell velocity) for the 15cm, rammer (for extra DPM) and EGLD (the aiming time isn’t amazing for a sniper) for the 12,8cm.
Provisions: Same as with the Borsig, I take improved fuel, HE Spall liner and chocolate
Consumables: You get more of a choice here for what you can take, depending on gun choice and your personal playstyle preferences. The only thing I would not let go of under any circumstance is my double repair kit, because the engine on this tank is made of explodium. I usually run this tank with double repairs and medkit (with the 15cm), but you could make the case for both RC and adrenaline on the 15cm, while RC is kinda pointless on the 12.8cm.
Playstyle: The Waffle does what the Borsig did save for camo but outshines the Borsig at everything else and feels more flexible. Thanks to the now good accuracy of the 15cm, it can stay back and safe for longer while hitting shots way more often, allowing you to focus on survival instead of constantly being pressed to get as close as you can without dying. And when the time is right, better mobility, turret traverse, accuracy and higher HP make you infinitely more capable of standing alone.
Early-game should be standard for a sniper tank: just find a bush with good vision over your flank and take shots whenever possible. You can’t be as daring in positioning as a Borsig (your camo is somewhat worse), but here comes the twist that has defined the Waffle’s playstyle: the rear-mounted turret. Use this to your advantage by sneaking around a corner or a rock undetected, taking a shot, then quickly going back. Same thing applies when in bushes: only your turret is sticking out when you take a shot, so that you minimise exposure to the enemies. The reason I call the rear-mounted turret an advantage when most oftentimes it’s regarded as a drawback is that this tank has a high camo rating and good manoeuvrability, while other rear-mounted tanks tend to lack both.
Once you have abused your newly learned trick and the battle has advanced, it’s time to think about repositioning. Just like this tank’s predecessor, a careful approach, methodically going with your allies and finding hiding spots such as bushes or corners where you can’t be surprised is better. The reason I said the Waffle is better when standing alone is because anything can stand better than a fish on dry land (a.k.a the Borsig). Tanks you should be especially wary of are anything with a gun as big as yours, because spall liner can negate SOME damage but not module damage, and people love to shoot at such a squishy target as you.
Grille 15- an underwhelming ending
So, you kinda got carried away playing the amazing Waffle, huh? So, you buy this tank, and are met with a disappointing blend of characteristics… A decent damage per shot, good DPM for the alpha, good mobility and a dispersion on the move so bad you could miss a building from the inside. It does play slightly differently than its predecessors in that it has less than half of the Waffle’s camo rating and loses the fully rotatable turret: everything that made this whole line special…
Equipment: Camo net, refined gun and calibrated shells are most important. Supercharger isn’t necessary so go with EGLD, and I suggest taking engine accelerator as well as improved assembly. The rest is up to you, it won’t change that much.
Provisions: As per usual, chocolate, improved fuel and spall liner do wonders
Consumables: I’d say the choice boils down to two selections: either double repairs and medkit, or double repairs and adrenaline. I don’t understand people who take RC, as it brings little value to a gun that is already very accurate when aimed in…
Playstyle: The Grille definitely feels like it’s been made with camping all the way back in mind, having no fully rotatable turret, on the move dispersion factors worthy of a KV-2, little armour, little HP and not enough traverse speed. I play this tank as a dedicated sniper, taking advantage of its #1 accuracy when standing still, and sitting far enough from the engagement (>270m) to not be spotted after firing. Sometimes moving up is better, although you need to perfectly calculate your route to not end up in a sticky situation.
The early game consists of fighting the enemy team, but also your own tank: finding a position that has good view over your flank, doesn’t require good depression angles and is far enough to not immediately blow up after firing is hard. A few examples: the hill near both spawns on Castilla medium side, the classic camping ridges at spawn on Canal, the bridge at both spawns on Alpenstadt… And if you are very unlucky, you’ll end up on Himmelsdorf, which is completely flat (If you end up on the worst map in the game a.k.a Dynasty’s Pearl, Alt+f4). Fortunately for the player, the Grille excels at this, being insanely accurate and having a very easy time landing shots at this stage of the battle.
Now comes the hard part: moving up with the Grille. It is very easy to get carried away and ending up facing an enemy alone, which is an absolute no-no in this abomination. If you get caught off-guard, your enemy will always be able to either outtrade or outmanoeuvre you. When there is no choice, stick to tight corners on areas as open as possible: for example, the houses in the middle Oasis Palms are perfect cover if there are enemies on either side of the map. Try to quickly peek the enemy if they don’t know where you are, or if they do, try to bait a shot onto your tracks, or your extremely long barrel. DO NOT, under any circumstances, facehug the enemy because you are tall and have no depression while the enemy will have an easier time pushing you in a disadvantageous position.

This ended up being a gigantic wall of text, but hey, it's detailed alright, and I really tried giving my best tips from playing this line this much :)
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2023.06.07 17:24 Effective-Card-7782 I’m 20 yrs old and have more trauma than anyone I know

Hello, I am 20 F and this is my childhood story. To get the full story I will start before I was even born. My mom had my first oldest brother (we will call him L) in 1998 when she was 16, she found out she was pregnant a couple months before her 16th birthday so she was 15 when she found out, my dad was 25, they also had another son when she was 18 (d) and me when she was 20 and later had 3 more kids. Anyways when I was 4 I was taken away from my parents because they were addicts, my father ran with me and was almost charged with kidnapping if he didn’t take me to my papas at a certain time, he had to be begged. At 5 my father was arrested and put in prison, his sentence at the time was 15 yrs and was shorted to 10. My mom was in and out of my life constantly bringing drugs that I would hide for her so my papa wouldn’t stop her from coming and then at around 10 my oldest brother L was kicked out of my papas house for him doing drugs so it was just me and D left with my papa. L was always my protector so now that he wasn’t there the abuse began with D. Everyday I woke up and went to sleep being told I was worthless and didn’t deserve to live and then that evolved into physical abuse. D has serious mental issues that he will not get treated keep that in mind. The physical abuse evolved into sexual not long after that when I was about 12, I started self harming in the 6th grade, my brain was so twisted and he was my brother so I didn’t want him to get into trouble (not to mention I was terrified of him and so was my papa) so I dealt with it for years until the breaking point happened and he chased me through the house and shoved me in the bathtub and beat on me with anything he could get his hands on, we lived about 1/4 mile from the road and my papa was coming back from the store with music on and windows all the way up and he could hear my screams from there. The police were called and I had a choice, I could get him arrested and have it affect his permanent record or I could have him baker-acted and just removed from my house. I chose the second option. I never even got an apology. I kept it all hidden until last year and when it came out I got a text message saying the next time he sees me he will beat me to a bloody pulp whilst denying it, he also went on drugs immediately. My father doesn’t believe me. This is just the big things, I was also left at a crack house for a month as a baby, left in a burning building when I was 2, at school there was an assembly where police and firefighters come to the school to talk to us and an officer asked on the mic in front of the whole school asked if my mom was my mom because he had arrested her so much, everyday getting told I would be nothing more than an addict like the rest of my family. I have also been diagnosed with many mental illnesses as a result of the abuse I suffered. if y’all want me to make an update for more Trauma then I can definitely do that.
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2023.06.07 17:21 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 61 (Efrain)

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Slowly the group was peeled apart and taken to their various quarters, with the merchant Amicio shuffling off the children and paladins to his junior, taking the commander and captains for himself. Efrain was left with the so-called mentor, who was in a state of nervous agitation.

“Alright, you’ll need to explain why you’re about to have a fit,” Efrain said.

“Well, of course, of course, you wouldn’t know me,” said the mentor, “I came to the post of mentor long after you’d left the city.”

Efrain thought the title vaguely rang a bell, and he was beginning to have a dread certainty of the origin of it.

“Please do not tell me you’re a cast-off from Nicolo, aren’t you,” he said, the image of the far too charming ‘scholar’ coming to mind.

“I-If you’re referring to Nicolo Zarrentini, our most honoured founder, then yes.”

“That… bastard,” Efrain said, “I told him that it was a joke! A joke!”

The man shrank back from the apparent anger of Efrain, before growing significantly more confused as Efrain began to howl with laughter.

“The ass was always fond of his pranks. I believe he even said that he ‘wanted one to follow me into the grave,’” Efrain said, shaking his head, “it was so long ago.”

“But-but didn’t you- weren’t you part of the first convocation of the academy?”

“It was in Aimstand’s kitchen,” Efrain complained, “two hundred years ago, and they were both so drunk that if they’d taken a few steps to the left, they’d have drowned in the canal. ‘Convocation’ was one way to put it.”

This was clearly not the secrets that the mentor desired, judging by his rapidly reddening face.

“It was an old joke between friends, the idea of starting and academy of magic,” Efrain said, “I left, what, two hundred years ago?”

“But your name… and your books?”

“My books?” Efrain said, desperately scanning his memory of published works.

“Well yes. Your books. The ones you left behind. We use them as a foundation text for most of our students and…”

Efrain didn’t even let him finish, rather grasped him suddenly and violently by the collars.

“You don’t mean to say that… my old notes are used to teach. Students. Magic?” he said, voice trembling with horror.

“Yes?” said the man, who was beginning to sweat profusely.

“Those aboslute motherf-” Efrain said, as a loud gong rang out into the canal.

“Oh!” said the man, “We’ll have to pick up this conversation later, that’s the signal for canal clearing. We’d better be off before they close it off for the Festival traffic only.”

“Am I staying with you, then?” Efrain said, trying to drop the note of absolute menace in his voice as best he could.

“Yes, yes that would be correct,” he said, “as soon as I heard you were coming, I prepared the finest office in the academy for you. It’s not much, but I believe that you would enjoy seeing the labours of your wor…”

The man trailed off as he remembered the last few minutes of conversation.

“Either way, I would hope you’d at least examine it.”

“I would be happy to, mentor,” Efrain said, straightening himself, “particularly the notes.”

The man shrank at his venom but lead Efrain to his boat all the same, and they set off down the canals to the south.

“The Academy, as you might know,” he said, “is still located in the old district. As such, academy studentship is still a prized opportunity, if only to gain access in and out.”

“Gain access?” Efrain said.

“Well, it’s been monitored for thirty years, restricted to only business, and those with invitations only,” he said, patting a pin on his inner shirt, “academy students have numbered passes that-”

“No, why is it restricted in the first place?” Efrain said.

“Oh. Oh of course! You wouldn’t be aware. The Miram estate burned down almost thirty years ago. Suspected arson, though no suspects were ever caught.”

“Oh really?” Efrain said, “what a pity. I remember the old houses well. They had the most wonderful curtains.”

“The Mirams?” the man said, “I’ve only ever heard stories.”

“So the whole old district has been restricted? From where to where?”

“Just before the shipyards, master Efrain, to the tip of the white stone ziggurats. Of course the major western canals to the shipyards remain open.”

“What?” said Efrain aghast, “that much? Why, that was half the city last time I was here.”

“Yes, well,” said the man, adjusting his spectacles, “the Eisen and Poutash have been buying up immense amounts of property throughout the district for, well about eighty years now. The ‘old district’, as we now call it, is effectively two large estates with the central trade offices between.”

“Huh,” said Efrain, “well that’s not surprising, I suppose. They were always greedy.”

The man exclaimed in shock at him as they rounded a bend in the canal.

“My dear master Efrain!” he said, “the Eisen and Poutash are dear patrons, especially the former, who’ve been supporting this institution for generations!”

“Uh-huh, say,” Efrain said, trying to piece the names beyond the vague historical context that he remembered them in, “do you remember the family trees?”

“The family trees? Of the houses? Well, I certainly could give a guess,” said the man, “incidentally, Karkosian history is something of a passion of mine.”

“Well then, the Eisen,” Efrain said, “I distinctly remember something about them. In my time it would’ve been about two hundred years. So, give or take four to five generations from now.”

The man thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers.

“I think I know what you’re looking for,” he said, “you’re wondering who master Nicolo married.”

Ah, that had indeed been it - Nicolo did always go on and on about this one girl, who Efrain was fairly sure was well beyond his league. She was an Eisen, now that the memories had jumped to the surface of his mind. No wonder the academy had generational funding if one of the founding fathers had married in.

“Yes, yes,” Efrain said, “I think she was a branch family member, if I recall correctly.”

“No, master Efrain, you’re mistaken,” said the man, wearing a fairly familiar expression - a combination of fear of failure to please, and taking delight in correcting an error in a field he knew quite a lot about.

“Oh?” Efrain said, “bold claim, mentor. Back it up.”

The man once more pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and began to recite.

“About a hundred-and-eighty years ago, master Nicolo married Hymatia Eisen. Hymatia Eisen was a daughter to Fielia Eisen, the matriarch of Eisen, hence he did not marry into a branch member of the family. He married into the direct, matrilineal line, represented by current matriach Aysatra, head of the Eisen family. Who is succeeded by, well…”

The man dropped his eyes, apparently embarrassed on behalf of the people he’d just named.

“Succeded by who?” Efrain said, leaning forward in the boat.

“Well, that’s the problem, master Efrain. In fact it’s one we currently struggle with. Oh, I do hate politics, but everything’s political in Karkos when money’s involved,” he said, putting on a expression reminiscent of a begging dog.

Efrain did not find it particularly charming, and pushed the man to go on.

“Well, that’s the thing,” he said, “the matriarch Aysatra, who is as youthful and vigorous as a woman half, no, a third of her age, is still well… older. There’s a clamour at the house of the Eisen on who’s supposed to replace her in the most deeply unfortunate event that she might… expire. No, no that make me sound like I’m talking about food and-”

“I get the point,” Efrain said, “spare me the flattery of a person who’s not even here. This matriarch doesn’t have a direct descendent?”

“Well, yes…” said the man, “but, it’s not exactly simple. The direct heir left the city some time ago.”

“And this relates to the academy, how?” Efrain said, “not that I care, just curious mostly.”

“Well, of course,” he said, “some at the house of Eisen… well, they think that our research and education is hopelessly outdated.”

“You mean useless,” Efrain said, more than ever wanting to get his hands on those notes and burn every copy he could find.

“Well, yes,” said the man, raising his hands in a gesture of helplessness, “some have used those words.”

“And you’re concerned that if they’re elected to leadership, your funding will be gone,” Efrain said flatly.

“Exactly. You’re quite insightful, just as the records suggested,” said the man, sniffing.

Before they could pick up the conversation, their polemen, dressed in the same blacks as the academy master, spoke up. They were before a river gate of sharpened palisades, which Efrain immediately recognized as the remnants of the old outer wall of the city, painted a bright red. The guards before it were dressed in ornate brass armour, studded with a set of small pearls and seashells.

Not quite the legion of sand and sea of old, though the aesthetic sense clearly meant to harken back to it. Efrain idly wondered how different the city would be if the legion actually still existed. In all the histories he’d read, most of their military exploits were suprisingly minimised, save for the few folk legends about them. Of course, most of those authors immediately left out the fact that almost all the legion commanders were women, which given many history writers were men, made sense.

The guards checked the proudly displayed pin, nodded, and opened the canal gates. Efrain immediately noticed the difference in the stone work as the passed beyond. It was more worn, but unmistakable paler, bringing back fond memories of days and nights spent in these canals over two centuries ago. He was just glad he was returning in a black, and not the horrid purple robes that he often inhabited while he was here.

The streets were noticeably quieter here, no doubt everyone was completing the final administration for the Festival. The buildings were also considerably older, their wooden slates near the water thick with strands of seaweed and barncles. Efrain more than once recognized the shape of an alley, or more noticeable deviations in the stonework. It was funny just how much he remembered of the old city and its details, and how little of his friends.

A couple of twists and turns, and Efrain started to recognize the part of the district he was in. Catching a glimpse of the mountains in the fading sunset, and a bridge or two he recognized, though they’d been significantly upgraded and replaced. With that information, he finally realised where they were, and more importantly, where they might be going.

“Noooo,” he groaned, “he didn’t.”

The mentor attempted to calm him, not understanding why he was so audibly distraught. The answer soon became quite clear as Efrain recognized the exact route they were taking. By the time they’d passed through the two statues, now dancing fish rather than the familiar wolves, Efrain’s worst fears had come true.

“He’d better not be buried on the academy grounds,” he said, his fingers fidgeting.

“I mean - and here we are!” said the academy master, clearly glad to move on to another subject.

Efrain looked up, nearly threw himself over the side, and forced himself to look up again. To say that it was exactly the way he remembered it would’ve been a lie. It had clearly expanded to include the surrounding pyramids, connecting them with bridges and walkways where what were presumably students passed by. The centre pyramid was kept more or less the same, with the same augurs drawing up water to the top, cascading it down in falls across terrace after terrace of gardens.

Refusing the offered hand, Efrain barged past him to take the steps two at a time.

“Wait! Wait master Efrain! I-” the man’s voice fell further and further behind as Efrain practically ran into the pyramid.

It was still a mess hall, but it was now one of long tables and high back chairs. The banners and plaques above proclaimed a short history of sport and scholarly achievement. Students, predominantly dressed in black, some with colourful stripes that Efrain didn’t bother to try to decode, stared at him. As did the cooks, still busy in the large kitchens that he himself had once manned.

The academy master had almost caught up to him when he took off again, striding through the aisle between the tables and out the other end of the pyramid. Yes, it was all the same, the same flower pots, and the marble steps and the little waterfall with the cracked edge. Two centuries, two bloody centuries, and Aimstand never bothered to fix the thing.

Efrain felt a internal bout of triumph at being proved right as he continued up the steps, before, finally, coming at last to the top.

The garden at the flat top of the pyramid was still as beautiful as ever, and the flowers he’d cultured still survived, although the blooms were less luminous than before. Efrain stepped out into the shallow pool that dominated most of the area, and noted that at the far end, where there used to be a stone bench, sat a gravestone.

“Found you, bastard,” he said, taking off towards it.

“Please, master!” said the man, practically sobbing if not for the fact he was out of breath.

Several of the more senior looking students had followed, looking totally flabbergasted at the display. Efrain did not stop, nor even look back at the procession, merely took off through the pool until he reached the steps to the little knurl of turf and flowers. There he stopped, parking his hands on his hips, staring at the inscription on the stone.

“Nicolo Eisen,” he said, drawing every word out, “Father, Teacher, Friend.”

“Muh-Master,” said the man, soaked up to his knees from his hurried splashing, “master, what-”

“Oh, calm yourself,” Efrain said, “I’m not going to do anything.”

The several students that had followed looked in utter confusion at the two men.

“Master?” one of them inquired, “should we get the guard?”

“No,” the man wheezed, bent over to catch his breath.

“Hold on a second,” Efrain said, bending over himself to gaze at the inscription, “what’s this?”

“That’s founder Nicolo’s grave, master Efrain,” said the mentor.

“Yes, I know that,” Efrain said, “I’m old, not blind. What’s this inscription below?”

“Oh yes, that,” he said, drawing himself back up to his full height, “It’s actually quite the mystery. No one really knows the language, but it was put there by order of founder Nicolo. Some of our teachers and students have spent quite a bit of time over the years to-”

“I’d told you I’d do it,” Efrain said.


“That’s- that’s what it- oh fuck you Nicolo!” Efrain said, “‘I’d told you I’d do it.’ That’s what it says!”

The mentor had gone white, while some of the students looked on the verge of fainting from confused apprehension.

“By all rights, I should burn this place down,” Efrain sneered at the stone, “is that what you wanted? ‘Founder’? If the gods were good, you’d still be alive, so I could kill you myself.”

“Please do not do that!” wailed the man, “I can’t understand for the life of me why you’re so angry! I thought you would’ve been happy, maybe even proud of what we’ve achieved!”

“I’m not angry at you, you idiot,” Efrain said, rounding on the man, “I’m angry at that smug piece of flotsam happily buried under his lovenest.”

“What?” said the mentor, the sentiment echoed by almost all the students present.

“All right, all of you, gather round. My first lesson,” he said, and, most likely out of habit, the students fell into a neat semi-circle.

“This will be a test of one question, and the one to get the answer right on their first response gets…” he turned to the mentor, “do you have some kind of regular award for achievement here?”

“Well, we do have ribbons that correspond to-”

“Great, first one to guess correctly gets a ribbon,” Efrain bowled through, “the question is this - why did Nicolo learn magic in the first place?”

The students stared at each other, daring the others to respond first.

“Well, come on,” Efrain said, “someone must have a theory.”

“Because he wanted to expand his own horizons?” a brown-haired boy said.

“Wrong!” Efrain said, “if your texts say that, they’re also wrong.”

“Because he wanted to shore up the city of Karkos’s defences while expanding on its knowledge?” said a girl with a slightly crooked nose.

“Also wrong,” Efrain said, shaking his head, “that’s exactly what he would say. You take that from a speech?”

“Well…” said the girl.

“Nicolo, you preening, self centered-” Efrain said, holding his head in his hands.

“To impress a girl?” said someone.

“Who said that?!” Efrain said, the class parting to reveal a younger, shaggy-looking boy.

“Well, you said that it was his ‘lovenest’ so…” he shrugged sheepishly.

“Mentor, get this young man a ribbon. If you need a reason, then cite him actually paying attention.”
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2023.06.07 15:42 cxntbrick Coming to terms that I will never be enough

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I'm sorry for the long post. I need to get this out here to people who will understand and hopefully, share their experience.
My father is undiagnosed BPD. He refuses to go to doctors and medical professionals. As an example of his disdain for medical professionals, he has extracted his own teeth because, "I don't need to go to a dentist for him to do the same thing".
Growing up, my father was an active alcoholic. He wasn't around much due to work and drinking binges. There have been many times where my mother packed up sleeping bags in the car for my brother and I, and she would go look for him. When he was around, he was drunk, not emotionally present, or angry and aggressive. This is not to say that there were not good times, but admittedly it is much "easier" to think about the bad times.
He went to rehab when I was 8, and things seemed okay for a period. At 12 I developed behavioral and emotional issues (currently diagnosed with disorder other than BPD/personality disorder. I'm on medication and in therapy).
Our relationship was very rocky during this period. When I would act out or simply engage in regular teen experimentation, I would hear, "Look what you're doing to my wife", "You look like a whore", "You're a fucking bitch", and other insults of that nature. When I would act out, he would respond in anger and view it as an attack on my mother.
Then there were other times when regrettably, him and I would gang up on my mother. I thought it was so awesome that I had a "cool dad" who saw how my mom was "totally controlling and overreacts".
At 17 I started getting my stuff together. I stopped abusing substances, was attending all the therapy I could, and taking my medication. He began drinking again and started abusing marijuana. I am now 24.
I began to slowly see that my father was a "man-child". My relationship with my mother flourished, and it became prevalent that his behavior was not normal. Breaking things out of anger was not normal. I started to see how utterly obsessed he was with my mother.
Within the past 7 years, his behavior has become increasingly problematic. My mother, brother, and I all agree he has BPD. When he started lashing out and becoming angry at my brother for having a relationship with our mother, she said that this was nothing new. She shared, "He was jealous of him as a baby, and said that I didn't give him enough attention."
He has said in regards of me, "I hate her and love her in the same way I love and hate myself."
Throughout the years, he continued to insult me and accuse me, my mother, and brother of purposely saying things to hurt him. He would twist our words very slightly to make them fit his narrative that we are against him. Hell would break loose in the house because he believed we were withholding food from him, when in reality we were just eating leftovers that he didn't know was in the fridge. He would deny his aggression and write letters or bring flowers to apologize.
This memorial day, his problematic behavior started staring us in the face. Simply put, he began to accuse my mother of cheating on him because she was painting her toenails before work. All other details that he shares as "evidence" are irrelevant. He believes that my brother, my aunt, my uncle, and my grandmother are all "in on it".
My mother told him she does not love him anymore, and his response was, "Without you I have nothing to live for", "Without you I'll kill myself", and other things of that nature.
My mother pleaded with him to go to therapy and get psychiatrically evaluated, giving him an ultimatum. He agreed.
As the days progressed, he began to shift his focus on my aunt, and then me. Accusing us of being against his marriage and purposely pitting my mother against him. He began to accuse my brother of purposely sabotaging him. Sending us incoherent texts.
The three of us decided to sit down with him last night, in hopes to convince him to attend an intensive program such as IOP or PHP. He denied his behavior is an issue, said we are liars and conspiring against him, and that we are emotionally black mailing him.
I pleaded with him, begging for him to get treatment. Telling him that I cannot have a relationship with him while he's in this state, if all he thinks is that I am lying to him and making subtle comments to insult him. That he has distorted thinking and all I want is my father. He was unimpressed and refused further treatment. His response was, "Watch what you're saying, because you're just as capable of acting like me".
He said the reason he doesn't want to go to IOP/PHP, is because if he becomes stable then my mom will leave him. Otherwise, she knows he'll kill himself if she leaves now. But he states that it's "her choice" and he's not forcing her to be with him.
He will never love me enough to get help or change. He has said it himself that he loves my mother much more than he loves my brother and I. He simply sees my brother and I as barriers to her. I fear for my mother, and resent that he has held her hostage for all these years. I'm angry at him for making me question my own sanity, and wondering if I'm the problem, not him. Even while posting this, despite him meeting the DSM criteria for BPD, I question if it's me. Perhaps he's right that we are all just conspiring against him.
I realize that I have lost him. Or perhaps that I never even had him. Since I still live at home, I have decided to go LC with him, and telling myself that this is for my benefit, rather than quietly hoping this will help him see that he needs help.
Disclaimer due to the automod posting: I am not in danger of hurting myself nor am I suicidal. I am simply just hurt and will process this further with my therapist.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
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2023.06.07 11:53 Mamagirl1990 AITA for cutting off my mom?

So…Me and my mom used to be thick as thieves until she met my stepdad which is now her ex husband (still my stepdad though he’s a great man) and idk if she just got older and did a whole 180 or I got older too and just started realizing how much I don’t like her as a person. I’m 33 she is 54 soon to be 55, and she irks every ounce of my existence. She is narcissistic selfish dramatic past obsessed she lies and twists things to tickle her fancy and NEVER takes blame..she is also extremely intrusive. My husband and I have a son now who is 19 months old. She always claimed she wanted to be a grandma but the times when we are speaking she hardly ever asks about him..doesn’t buy him anything (which isn’t really important it’s the principle) when she does stop By it’s always and I mean ALWAYS either before any of us are awake or RIGHT when I’m getting him down for a nap. Hell she beats the damn door down like the feds finding the biggest drug dealer ever. Then she stays for 5-10 mins long enough to take forced pics with my child so she looks like a real grandma on Facebook 🤦‍♀️ she’s always in a hurry or some bullshit. She never even calls to see if she can come over or if we have something else going on and I’m a big fan of at least a text ahead of time..but God forbid we not be home or have company then it’s “oh I see you or you keep him away from me” she doesn’t work she has like a thrift store and my Sons other grandma who is extremely involved btw my mom always acts like she’s in competition with her because she owns a well known restaurant in our area and she does A lot for my Son. She doesn’t offer to help me do anything like babysit or help me clean when she says my house is “filthy” and she’s always got something negative to say or has something to blame me For like being close with my nana who is her mom and she always tries to tell me Things she supposedly said About me trying to get us against each other. Mother’s Day I spent all day with every little dime I had made from a yard Sale which wasn’t much to try and find her the best present and get some Pics of my son printed for her as well and it took forever and I wanted one on canvas for my mother in law they then come up and tell me they have to redo that one. Btw we had been sick the previous week and so I did a yard sale the Saturday before from 7-4 and I was too tired to go shopping afterwards so I went when we got done seeing my MIL who was at work. My mom is very big on gifts and is hard to please with them so I really wanted to find something great well I got home about 6pm and she refused to see me I took my Son to her house anyway we banged on doors and windows my phone was dying so I sat on her porch charging it trying to call her she never answered my calls texts or the door and I broke down crying because I wasted my own Mother’s Day trying to make hers special and didn’t even get to spend much time with my own kid. So am I the asshole for ceasing contact with her after that? Oh also she posted my newborn son on Facebook Right after he was born and we hadn’t even decided to do so yet, she never asked and then told her friends and my family I didn’t want anything to do With him because I was on a lot of pain meds and felt so messed up after my c section so the nurse asked if I wanted her to take him to the nursery so I could rest an hour or 2. Mind you I had held My child before this happened.There’s so much more I could write and I have so many texts of her narcissistic behavior but this is long enough lol now She’s trying to get me to apologize and I’m so just confused and exhausted by her.
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