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Hello everyone. Due to my workplace not specifically requiring us to be present in the office but only somewhere in Germany, I am thinking about going to somewhere else in Germany to work there remotely for a few weeks - 1 month for a change. I am currently located in Frankfurt/Mainz area.
My criteria are: 1. Cost of living: Not too high, especially rent (coz I’m paying double rent during this time).

1. Nature: I like the sea, beaches or lakes. Mountains are fine too.
   
2. Location: Not necessary in the city center (I’m working most of the time anyway), but at best well connected with public transport.
   

Any idea would be appreciated!

Question: If April flowers bring May showers, what do May flowers bring?
Answer: Puritans and misery.
Part 1 - May Flower Moon
I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure this is a ghost story. It all started in early May under the, "Flower Moon".
In the still of the night, I awoke from a deep sleep to witness a moonlight so spectacular it hurt my eyes.
Fumbling for my glasses, I found them, dropped them, cursed, then almost stepped on them. I finally got them where they belonged thinking I needed to use the bathroom. I glanced at the digital clock on my desk.
3:33 am. Again.
Willow weep for me
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me
-Ann Ronell as sung by Billie Holiday
The birds were chirping loudly. I shuffled to the window. I looked up wide-eyed at the sky. There was the moon; big, round and golden like it didn't mind a big electricity bill. As I used the bathroom, I remember thinking that I didn't ever remember a full moon so bright it could light up my apartment.
I washed my hands then splashed warm water on my face. I cracked my neck. I dried my hands and face with a towel. I remember thinking if I didn't get back to sleep the day was going to suck.
Shuffling back into my bedroom I thought to look for my ski hat. I figured I could pull it over my eyes and escape the light under the blanket. Flower Moon was beautiful but so too is sleep. If I could just hide under the blanket perhaps it wasn't too late for sleep to creep up on me.
I have been renting the same sunny shoebox in old Brooklyn for more than 20 years. It's a corner apartment on the second floor of a 19th century walkup. Across the street, diagonally resides a community garden fronted by a very tall and expansive weeping willow tree that won't let me move away. I didn't know it's age until recently. But it's younger than me. Most things are these days.
I shuffled to the corner window to squeeze the blinds tight and that's when I felt grateful, grateful I had decided to use the bathroom first.
There, at the base of the hundred-foot-tall willow, behind the wrought iron fence, illuminated beneath the moon's glow, I witnessed something that froze my blood and tested my aging bladder. Standing beneath the moonlight, I saw, clear as day, a little boy in footed pajamas with a trap door. The little boy was holding a blue stuffed Grover Muppet in one hand and crying.
Trying to get a good look at the boy was like trying to look at something from behind a campfire. There was a shimmering distortion. What I could clearly see was that he was pointing down at the ground in front of his feet with the non-Grover hand. Suddenly, the little boy spun his head up and around looking directly at me. Eye contact occurred and then too, something I can't explain.
First, a truck transporting fuel broke loudly for the red light at the corner. Through the open windows I smelled what seemed like diesel. I grew light-headed. The room spun around. I remember thinking this feeling smelled both nauseating as well as timeless.
I reached down to try and pick up the floor and that's when it hit me in the face. A sharp pain across my cheek like I had been slapped in a 3 Stooges short. I felt icy fingers grab the hair I had not had in over 30 years and jerk my head back. I smelled more diesel. I grabbed the edge of the desk to keep from losing my balance.
Holding on to the desk, I noticed my mind's eye was playing the little boy's face like a movie. The camera panned in. His little boy face filled my consciousness like I was watching from the front row. He was about four or five years old with long dirty blonde hair. His face looked familiar from a dream.
Then, another slapping pain turned my last good cheek. Losing my balance, I fell ass first to the floor.
Out the window, from on my ass, I watched the traffic light turn green. I heard the truck lurch into gear, rev it's engine then drive away. As it rumbled off into the distance my equilibrium returned.
Muttering my life sucked I gently shook my head and felt for damage. Just my non-existent pride. I got myself vertical, yet once again; feeling a distinct twinge of anxiety.
I looked out the window but the little boy was gone. An FDNY ambulance took his place, it's siren jarring me back to reality. I closed the blinds and got under the blanket. I never did really get back to sleep that night. Or ever since.
Part II - Unhappily Ever Since
Sad as I can be Hear me willow and weep for me... -Billie I keep seeing a little boy under the tree... - me ...
The first thing I want to say is that I keep waking up for decades at exactly 3:33 am.
It's the exact time my decrepit birth certificate claims I was introduced to this world. Can't say why, but ever since digital clocks became a thing, I'm up more often than not to witness 3:33 am transpire. Never remember it happening before digital.
One of my friends recently told me it was an angel number. I don't know anything about angels. Never met one. But I for sure have met some demons in my day. In fact. you might say I was born of demon mother, and I might not be offended. Back to my birth certificate. I was born and yes, still live in Brooklyn, New York. There were gaps but it's my home.
I moved to this particular apartment building a few months after 9/11. I had moved in with a woman at the tail end of doing a romantic nickel, but that fell apart like Madoff, Abramoff or Fuckoff, and she married another dude a year later. So, there in 2002, I and my faithful golden retriever, Spenser, found ourselves, for the very first time, on our own. And, we liked it.
Like I mentioned, Spenser and I lived diagonal to a community garden that fronts a big and beautiful weeping willow tree. I felt an immediate kinship as my favorite book as a child had been, "The Giving Tree" and that's what she reminded me of; only more beautiful.
There will be more about the tree. Anyway, the tree and I dwell in an old part of south Brooklyn called Park Slope, infamous for being the stomping grounds of a young Al Capone, and, believe it or not, young me.
That was a long time ago. Things have changed a lot since Al and I, were separately roaming the streets of Park Slope, looking for adventure and whatever came our way. I came up in the day when if you cried your mother would give you something to cry about. And, not going to lie, I cried a lot. I don't remember my dad that much.
I remember he was a hippie. I remember he had a big beard and moustache and long hair. I remember his denim jacket was always cold, smelling like weed and cigarettes. I remember he gave me, "The Giving Tree" and taught me how to read it. And then, I remember he was; gone. Just. Gone.
I also remember my mother. I remember her never talking much. I remember her just smelling like hair spray, cigarettes and instant coffee with sour milk. I never was able to drink milk, not even as a child, and to this very day just the sight of a milk carton turns my stomach to acid.
I lived alone with the old lady about half a mile from where I live now. Yeah, in over thirty years I made it a whole thirteen blocks. Like I said, my pride was non-existent these days unless I was sitting on it. Another, weird thing besides waking up at 3:33 am is I have a lot of memory lapses. It has been getting worse the last few years. Especially, since old Spenser had a seizure in my arms back on the 9/11 of '09. He was fifteen and my best friend. I'd always loved dogs. But after losing Spenser, I couldn't quite remember things right all the time.
Sometimes, it was little things. Like did I turn off the stove or lock the front door. Other times, it was deep things, like did the telephone repair man try to do something to me when I was five and left home alone. Like did I pull a kitchen knife on him before he scampered out like a thief in the night; scared he'd be caught by my screams for Batman? Did I remember my mother having strange guests over late at night? Did I remember being locked in my room? I just couldn't remember anymore.
I had taken to obsessively keeping lists. But you can't put ghost-busting on a list, can you? And that was my real problem. Ever since, the May Flower Moon the haunting just kept rinsing and repeating. Eat edibles, Nyquil, and Advil PM and still wake up at 3:33am. Smell diesel. Wave of nausea. Little boy in garden. Little boy crying. Little boy pointing at something. Little boy looking up at me. Little boy. Little boy. Little boy.
By last Friday, I was a mess.
My work is suffering. I am too embarrassed to tell my aunt or besties I see a little boy. They already think I am weird enough and last thing I need is a wellness check.
To remain scientific, I have continued my daytime visits to the garden whenever it is open. Everything seems so lovely in the day. I even brought the new woman I am seeing. She fell in love with the tree at first sight. The flowers are gorgeous. And the roses; so mesmerizing. Even the fish in the koi pond are happy.
But at night. Something isn't right.
...Weeping willow tree Weeping sympathy Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me Listen to me plead Hear me willow and weep for me...
My new friend at work I mentioned, who told me about angel numbers, asked me recently if something was bothering me. She told me when we met, she is in the midst of a spiritual awakening.
Part of it includes awakening every morning to read the Tarot cards and commune with who, or what, she calls, "spirit".
I cracked and told her about the little boy under the tree. She didn't bat an eye. She told me spirit wants something from me. I didn't know what to say to that so I just left it alone. I guess I'm afraid what if she's right. And what if I don't like what, "spirit" wants?
Last night was Saturday. I had a dream.
That night I dreamed about a collie I had when I was a very young boy right after my dad split. Her name was Pearl. I had found her on the street on my block and for some inexplicable reason had been allowed to keep her.
Not long after, one hot summer day in Prospect Park, when my mother was going to give me something to cry about, Pearl suddenly ran down the hill she was frolicking on, making a wide sweeping arc that screamed, "ride or die, full throttle, and damn the fucking torpedoes," it's trajectory directly between my mother's legs. Fur overcame flesh just in the nick before I was given something to cry about.
Instead, I laughed.
I laughed so fucking hysterically at the sight of her on the grass, on her ass; smug look gone with the wind; replaced by an expression seething red menace that would have been McCarthy's wet dream.
And, like the little boy at 3:33 am, Pearl's eyes met mine. She seemed to nod her collie head, as if she were acknowledging that, yes, she was the best dog and don't you forget it. I didn't cry much for a while after that till I came home from school and Pearl was gone. Just gone. To some farm I was told. Where she could be happier. So, I guess I did get something to cry about after all.
And then last night I had a dream.
Part III - It weeps for me?
I dreamed of Peter Pan and buried treasure. I dreamed of Stove Stop stuffing and commercials loud enough to drown out a breech birth. I dreamed of Spider-Man letting Uncle Ben's killer go free. I dreamed of being American. I dreamed of Watergate, the fall of the Berlin wall, 9/11 and watching people jump out windows to avoid burning to death out the window of my office.
I dreamed of Iraq and Afghanistan and George Floyd and Covid and never-ending cycles of boom and bust. I dreamed of a golden carrot on what started out as a stick but soon morphed into what I realized was a branch. A long flowing beautiful branch covered in red. A branch that hung low. It swayed along the ground, swayed above my head and there I was.
I was in the garden. Under the tree. I felt drops of warm dew caressing my face. I was about to reach up to caress the tree. My tree. I noticed I was wearing pajamas. Not the black satin jammies I had been wearing for decades but old footie pajamas. They were Star Trek pajamas. With three golden rings on the cuffs and a trap door.
A drop of dew fell in my eye. I wiped it away and looked at my hand. It was red. Red with blood. My Mickey Mouse watch involuntarily color-coordinated with the blood. It appeared to be just after 3:30 am.
Suddenly, a dog appeared. It was Pearl. Then another, it was Spenser. They jammed their snouts into my flannel covered crotch. I pet them both and noticed my tears mixing with the dewy blood drops turning them a soft pink under the moonlight.
"Good boy. Good girl." I said.
"Hi," a voice I recognized but couldn't place said.
I looked around. And there, was, the little boy. And, in his hand was Grover.
"Hi," I heard myself say.
"Who's the dog?" he said.
"That's Pearl. And this is Spenser." I answered.
"I know Pearl, silly. She's my dog," then, "Hi, Spenser."
Spenser left my crotch for the little boy's. They went together like peanut butter and sandwiches.
"Where are your parents?" I heard myself ask.
"Dad left. Mom told me to stay here until she comes back."
"When was that?" I asked.
The little boy shrugged then, "Been a while I guess," and he started to cry. Spenser got agitated and started to whine. I approached. I went to put my hand on the boy's shoulder and he jumped.
"Hey, it's okay." I took my hand back.
He looked up at me. Then he said, "You want to see something?
I said, "Yes."
The little boy fished around in his pajamas and pulled out something, it looked like a piece of rolled up construction paper secured with a red ribbon that matched the bloody dew drops.
He un-scrolled it then solemnly showed it to me.
It appeared to be a child's treasure map. That ended in the garden. Only it wasn't a garden. It said, "JUNK YARD" and there was a big X next to the corner of the rectangle the words were written in. I looked down at him.
"There's no junk yard here, son," I said.
The little boy looked away from Spenser and up at me. Pearl ran to his side. I felt six eyes on me.
"That's what you think," he said
A moment later there was the loud cracking of fireworks being detonated. I awoke in my bed. Fumbling for my glasses, I found them, dropped them, cursed, then almost stepped on them. I finally got them where they belonged thinking I needed to use the bathroom. I glanced at the digital clock on my desk.
3:33 am. Again.
I ran to the window to look out. But, unlike every other time for the past month, the boy was not in residence. He was gone. Just. Gone.
Part IV - The is The End
Gone my lovely dreams To weep my tears along the stream Sad as I can be Hear me willow and weep for me
...
This was fucking ridiculous. I am sane. I am not mad. I'd been reading, "The Giving Tree," too much. Spending too much time alone working from home. Maybe I just needed to get away. Take a trip somewhere.
I realized getting back to sleep was going to be impossible. So, I went into the kitchen and made a pot of tea. No milk.
Back at my desk, my "SHIT. FUCK. DAMN." glass mug of tea firmly in hand, I took a deep breath. There was no point in giving myself a heart attack. Maybe it was just anxiety. Maybe panic attacks. I had dated lots of neurotic women. That could be it. Maybe some Lexapro and I'd be good as new. I decided to check my email.
A woman I used to date from Queens and stayed friends with had sent me a link entitled, "Birth of a community garden." It was video to my garden. Before it was a garden. Over forty years ago. It was a decrepit vacant lot filled with dead cars and refuse and apparently had been a neighborhood drug bazaar. Like I said, things have changed a lot since Al and I were young as springtime.
By the time I moved back you would have never known what things had used to look like. Spray painted signs that read, "NO DRUGS SOLD HERE!" and the like. Just like the Batman, Dark Knight, the 80s were a time when Urban Renewal was striking back. And before you could say, "corruption at City Hall," there was fecund soil where once had stood God knows what.
It gave me hope that humanity wasn't so bad. Maybe I had just been going through a tough time. Maybe I should quit while I am ahead and get a good night's rest. So, I closed the blinds and went to bed.
Why I am never sleeping again
That night I dreamed I was part of the junk yard's saviors. Hauling out decades of festering trash and replacing it with good old Mother Earth. A whole community coming together to commune with nature. I felt myself smile.
All day we hoed the rows. The fecundity of the soil filling my nostrils. There was food and laughter and soon day turned to night. One by one all the gardeners left into the dusk. Soon I stood alone next to a young woman. She held a green army duffle bag. And two shovels.
"You look like a big, strong man. They're going to be planting a weeping willow tree here soon. But first, I wanted to leave the earth a special gift to grow up with the tree. This time I think we should give to the tree. Won't you help me?"
I felt a passing twinge of disgust. I rubbed my upper lip with the back of my hand and thought I smelled the faint smell of diesel. I heard myself say, "Hand me a shovel."
An hour later I had fulfilled the lady's request to deposit the duffel bag deep within the new garden's soil. She lit a cigarette I recognized. She blew some smoke in my face and it smelled like sour milk.
"Ever read a boy and his dog?" she asked.
I nodded.
"This is the opposite," she said. I smelled the diesel again and then remembered no more.
This morning I awoke feeling none too swell. I got my glasses on without dropping them for a change then sort of hobbled to the kitchen area to make some tea. I opened the blinds and there was my weeping willow tree. Swaying gently in the Sunday early June overcast chill.
Implacable. Inscrutable. True to it's nature. The day was gray as a widow's anniversary.
Well, there's always tea, I thought, ever the optimist. And then I dropped my, "SHIT. FUCK. DAMN." mug on my foot, simultaneously battering and scalding it. I let out a yelp.
Then, mouth agape, I smelled the diesel waft in the window by the fire escape. The window, where, leaning against the fire escape's stairs I witnessed something that froze my blood and tested my aging bladder.
I spied two shovels and an empty duffle bag.
I wonder what spirit will have to say about that?
Gone my lovely dreams To weep my tears along the stream Sad as I can be Hear me willow and weep for me
Willow Weep For Me?

In the current landscape of the housing market, it seems that the plight of landlords remains woefully misunderstood. Their struggles and challenges are often overshadowed by the incessant demands and entitlement of tenants. It's time to shed light on the harsh realities that landlords face and the injustices perpetrated against them on a daily basis.
Gone are the days when tenants upheld their end of the bargain and treated rental properties with respect and care. Nowadays, greed and inconsideration have become the norm, with tenants pinching every penny and disregarding their contractual obligations. From unpaid rents to property damage, landlords bear the brunt of tenants' irresponsibility, left to pick up the pieces of their shattered investments.
But the story doesn't end there. The oppressive weight of regulations suffocates landlords, leaving them gasping for air and struggling to maintain their livelihoods. Rent control policies, eviction moratoriums, and never-ending inspections have turned the role of landlords into a thankless task. The dream of building a successful rental business has become a nightmare, as landlords find themselves trapped in a web of bureaucratic restrictions that stifle their financial freedom.
Yet, who speaks up for these silenced victims? The narrative of tenant rights dominates the discourse, while landlords are left to navigate the treacherous waters alone. The cries for fairness and compassion seem to fall on deaf ears when it comes to the struggles faced by landlords. It's time to recognize their humanity, their investment, and their right to protect their livelihoods.

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Introduction:

Dealing with water damage is a distressing experience that requires immediate action to prevent further harm to your property. When faced with the task of water damage cleanup, one crucial decision you need to make is whether to tackle the restoration process yourself or hire professional water damage cleanup services. In this blog post, we will explore the benefits and considerations of both options to help you make an informed choice. While DIY cleanup may seem tempting to save costs, there are significant advantages to enlisting the expertise of professionals. Let's delve into the comparison between professional and DIY water damage cleanup.

1. Expertise and Experience:

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Taking the DIY route means relying on your own knowledge and limited experience in water damage cleanup. While it may be suitable for small-scale incidents, larger or more complex water damage situations can pose challenges beyond your expertise. It is essential to consider the severity of the damage and your ability to handle the restoration process effectively.

1. Time and Efficiency:

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Embarking on a DIY water damage cleanup can be time-consuming and labor-intensive. Without the proper equipment and expertise, you may face challenges in extracting water, drying out the affected areas, and ensuring thorough restoration. DIY efforts may result in delays, prolonging the recovery process and increasing the risk of secondary damage, such as mold growth.

1. Equipment and Resources:

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As a homeowner, you may not have access to the same level of equipment and resources as cleaning professionals. While you can rent or purchase some equipment, it may not match the quality or efficiency of professional-grade tools. DIY cleanup may also require additional expenses for equipment rental, which should be factored into your decision-making process.

1. Comprehensive Restoration:

Professional water damage cleanup companies offer a comprehensive approach to restoration. They not only focus on extracting water and drying the affected areas but also address potential issues such as mold growth, structural damage, and hidden moisture. Professionals conduct thorough inspections, implement appropriate sanitization and disinfection methods, and ensure that your property is restored to its pre-damage condition.
While you can address immediate concerns, such as water extraction and basic drying, DIY cleanup may lack the expertise to identify and address underlying issues. Without comprehensive restoration, you risk leaving hidden moisture pockets or potential mold growth untreated, which can lead to further damage and health hazards.

1. Insurance Considerations:

Hiring professionals for water damage cleanup provides an advantage when dealing with insurance claims. These companies can document the damage accurately, provide detailed reports, and work directly with your insurance provider. Their expertise in navigating the claims process can increase the likelihood of a successful and fair settlement.
When opting for a DIY approach, you assume the responsibility of documenting the damage, providing evidence, and negotiating with your insurance company. This can be a daunting task, especially if you are not familiar with the insurance claims process. Errors or inadequate documentation may result in a lower settlement or denial of your claim.

Conclusion:

While DIY water damage cleanup may seem like a cost-saving option, it is essential to consider the potential risks and limitations. Professional water damage cleanup offers expertise, efficiency, access to specialized equipment, comprehensive restoration, and assistance with insurance claims. These factors contribute to a faster and more effective recovery process, minimizing the potential for further damage and ensuring peace of mind. Before making a decision, assess the severity of the damage, your own capabilities, and the value of professional assistance. In most cases, entrusting the task to experienced professionals is the wiser choice for a successful water damage cleanup.

I’m determined to beat my ex-best friend.
Not in a physical way.
We were best friends for a couple years, and our sons were born just a couple months apart. We both are cake decorators and worked together at a bakery. She learned all of her skills from me at the bakery.
We have since both stopped working there and started to do cakes at home. I had a second baby, so I stepped away from it for a while and was a stay at home mom. She blew up in business.
One day, I had asked my husband if he cared if I went over to her house. He said he’d rather I stay home and spend time with family. She called him an a-hole, so he retaliated and said “especially not if she’s going to be a b—ch”.
A week went by and I didn’t think anything of it and noticed we hadn’t texted. She told ne that she was trying to take a step back because she was upset that I didn’t defend her to my husband. She said she wasn’t going to stand for that.
I completely understood where she was coming from, but he’s my husband and she attacked first. After a long talk, she decided she didn’t want to be friends anymore. I was confused but it was fine.
The next day, she sent me a text telling me that I was a horrible friend and never there for her. I decided to block all communications from her.
Every now and then, I see how popular she is with baking and cake orders. I get genuinely jealous and feel this deep need to beat her at it. I want to be popular and successful. I am so determined to kick ass.
I feel like a bad person for wanting to take her business but I also feel like she wouldn’t be where she is if it weren’t for me, and it makes me upset that she harnessed those skills and then took off.

Tl:Dr;
Bay area has insane house prices and relatively low rent. Financially is it ever an optimal decision to purchase a primary residence vs investing in equity.
Background:
My wife and I have decent income ($1-1.8m a year based on the stock market) but we are still building our wealth which is has hovered a little below the $10m mark in the last two years (again thanks to the stock market).
We were happy renting (sfh rents are pretty compelling vs their price) but with a baby we had less than a year ago it's getting a little annoying to have to deal with collecting stuff and modifications in the rental house.
Good houses in the bay area tend to be at least $3-$4m and based on the numbers we ran it does not seem wise to invest half of our current net worth in a primary residence where it can't grow aggressively.
If we wait it out another 3-5 years we will probably be at a place where the house will be less than a third of our net worth but then we miss having a good place for our kids first few years.
Any advice? Are we completely missing something that changes the financial angle on housing considering all the costs involved i.e. interest, taxes, closing, etc. Conventional wisdom seems to be strongly in favor of buying a place but we seem to have a hard time understanding how it makes financial sense.

As the title says - looking to find other people/groups in the Adelaide area to get onto the Diablo 4 train with for some online playthrough. Over time my (33m) friends group have drifted further and further apart when it comes to online gaming and it's impossible to get everyone online for the same game these days lol.
Looking to find some like minded people, ideally local to the area, who want to play Diablo 4 and not have to do the whole thing solo. Would be nice to just have a pool of people to jump in game with now and then :) If any local gaming groups / discords already exist please let me know! Can always start our own if not and enough people are keen.

I’ve been renting in Toronto for nearly 10 years now, A+ record and never missed/been late paying rent or utilities. I’ve moved around a few times for work and have LL references from 2 of my past 4 LLs. The other 2 (one being my current) are corporate LLs so it was not possible to request references (I’ve contacted the property management before but received no reply for this). I’ll be looking for a new rental later this month and am wondering how important a current LL reference is? Would it be acceptable for me to show that I paid rent on time for the last 2 years that I’ve lived here by providing my bank statements in addition to the 2 older LL references I do have?

First of all, I live in the Salt Lake City area. Second, I began using these things called fingerboards in I think 2000 and have been in love ever since. In those 20+ years I’ve never met another fingerboarder in real life except a random dude who one day noticed I was using mine on top of a mailbox when I as at my homie’s apartment but he was in a hurry so we only talked for a second and I didn’t even get his name.
That encounter at least let’s me know I’m not the only fingerboarder in Utah but I don’t know I’d even find out other than a post like this haha.
So if you are from SLC or the area and you happen to read this, hit me up on Instagram @_untuckedfingers. I promise I’m just a normal guy (other than being a finferboarder lol.)

Anyone else familiar with the feeling of knowing you will only ever feel truly happy from true love from parents, but knowing only a parent could love you? And the fact that yours do not means you are so utterly hopless to ever feel content.
That only somone who raised you could love such an insecure and frightened mess of a person. But for some reason yours do not. To completely lack such an important support to become a functional human being. And everyday you look for that parental love in everything. You crave it.
The barista at thr coffee shop tells you its okay when you mess up and stuttering over your order. You think, man I wish this guy was my dad. For the retail worker to say that outfit would look lovely on you and you wish she was your mom. To find broken peices of characteristics scattered all around your life of somome you could've held dear.
And somtimes you find it, maybe for a month maybe even a year, you finally can ease. You feel safe, you feel heard, you feel protected. But them, the messages spread farther apart, you start to see eachother less. Until there's just no point in bothering them anymore. Because only a parent could love you that way. And to anyone else all you will ever be is a bother.

So over the past few months ive started feel more attracted to men then usual but thing was i still felt attracted to women. Truth be told I always felt certain ways especially when looking at nsfw art of male characters in fandoms im apart of. So today I crossed the threshold and looked at my first bi and gay porn and I was quite aroused. If you wish for me to elaborate more feel free to comment. Thanks guys,girls and non binary ho's 😁

Hi. Just today I (24F) talked with my two best friends on the phone today about rooming together in a city they already live in (Chicago). We had this call planned for about a week now and I have been looking forward to it for a long time; I was very excited to finally start looking at neighborhoods and talking rent.
For context, these two friends moved in together about 6 months ago and I have visited them multiple times already. We've been best friends for years and have always talked about getting a three bedroom together finally. Other circumstances (grad school) prevented me from being to move in with them initially 6 months ago; I would have if I could have. We have talked and talked and talked about finally being able to all live together and I have always expressed so much excitement about being able to move to their city and finally have my social life back.
My current living situation is less than ideal and I live with a roommate who I strongly dislike and feel miserable around; she is not a kind girl. Living basically alone for the past two years in this apartment with her has been extremely alienating and lonely; I have never felt more isolated and left out in my entire life. I know it's not their fault, but seeing my friends enjoying their lives together and texting about things that I wouldn't know about has taken a serious toll on my mental health.
Now that my move out date, August, is quickly approaching, I have been getting super excited to get out of here and find a three bedroom with them. However, the call tonight changed everything. As angry as I want to be with them, their circumstances are unfortunately not ideal. They have realized in the past month that they will not be able to afford to move to a new apartment and pay upfront costs like security deposits, first/last, fees, etc. Today they told me that the chances of me being able to live with them is slim, since their best financial option is to resign their current lease.
I have truly never been more heartbroken and upset in my entire life. I spent the rest of the phonecall sobbing; not to make them feel bad, but because I was so upset and shocked by this information that it physically hurt and made me feel sick. I don't even know what to do or say. I've been ignoring their texts since I hung up. I cannot afford to live in a single/studio on my own. Living in a three bedroom and splitting rent is so much cheaper than a studio in the city, unfortunately. I feel so betrayed and left in the dark. The thought of having to find another random roommate after this hellish 2 years is terrifying. I was so so excited to finally have my friends back and to live with them and not feel trapped and lonely in these four walls and yet here I am, being forced to live alone or with another stranger.

I have been dating this girl for almost exactly 3 years now. She means the world to me and we have honestly had a great relationship up till this point. I've always been the chill bf that has always trusted her and she has always trusted me. We have had our fair share of fights, but we have always been able to work through them together. In reality, I was best friends with her for like 2 years before we started dating and also were FWB for a little bit. During that stage we used to talk about everything and how we only wanted each other so I was under the impression that we were exclusive. She talked about this guy hitting on her and I didn't think much of it cuz I didn't think I needed to. Fast forward towards near the beginning of the relationship, she says she hooked up with that guy during our talking stage (gave head only). I was pretty immature at that time cuz I never had dated anyone and I thought we were exclusive during that stage (in her defense we never talked about exclusivity) and I got pretty upset. She then lied and said she was just testing to see what I did and after some time I believed her. I sometimes brought up the subject but she kept brushing it off. For the rest of our relationship, I fully trust her and she is honestly really sweet and takes a ton of care of me, more so than I ever expected anyone to do for me. But one day, when I brought it up I could tell something was off and eventually she told me. The only thing is she changed her story from what she said initially to "he was touching her" (yes in that way) but she felt too guilty to continue and left before anything else happened. In her head, saying that she just gave head was better to tell me since she thought i'd be less upset at that (I'd much rather have had her lie about that than lie about a lie), but regardless she lied multiple times. I really want to believe what she told me because I gave her multiple opportunities telling her I won't throw away a 3 year relation for something that happened before we dated. I honestly could care less about what she did, its just the fact she lied to me. If her stories from the beginning of the relationship and now matched up, I'd have a much easier time forgiving her and letting it go, but its just the fact that the stories differ that trips me up. I still love her and the person I am now wouldn't judge her for her past. The past me would have but I've grown up from then and if she didn't lie initially, I wouldn't have had the best 3 years of my life. Its just tearing me apart though thinking that she is still lying about what she did even though I told her that she can tell me everything she did and I will forgive it, but it would still take a while for my trust to be regained. If I find out now that she did lie to me again, I think I'd have no other option than to break up and that is really what is making my heart sink everytime I think that she was lying. She also hates talking about the subject because she feels like a terrible person for doing that to me, and I do believe that, but she is willing to talk about it and reassure me. I just get a feeling that she hates talking about it because she still might be hiding something, but she swore she wasn't. How do you guys think I should approach this, I really want to believe her and move on since I love her so much but idk how to.
TL;DR: My gf said she gave head during our talking stage to someone else but then lied cuz I got upset. I then found out 3 years later after she was being weird about but her story changed and he only touched her. Idc what her past is, I'm upset that she lied and breached my trust, but the thing holding me back from moving on is that she made a lie up, then lied about that lie by saying they didnt do anything, and then told me a different story and swears on everything and everyone that she is telling me the truth. How do I fully believe her?

I have had a day now to reflect on the last month. A major relapse on my over a decade long battle with compulsive gambling. Now at 30 and with a higher salary the total monetary value of the losses in this episode is much higher. But I can end it today in a position that I can recover from.
There have been many times over the last 10 years where I have gambled away every dollar I had and had to live off a shoestring or cash load or pawn shop to survive to the next paycheck. There was even an episode of stealing from my parents. All though my losses at the time were in the hundreds or the low thousands it was everything I had. I can't think of a time back then where I had 10k to my name.
In the last couple of years I got a much better job than I had back then and I nicer salary. More importantly I have not been gambling. I managed to save 80k. My problem is sports betting. In the last month I wiped away half of that. That represented my 15k in savings 10k in spending account. And a further 15k in my credit card. With my next paycheck and selling my 10k crypto portfolio I was able to payoff credit immediately. That just left my 40k stocks portfolio which luckily for me would take time to sell and has been enough of an inconvenience for me to need to stop and think about what I was doing.
After the first 2 weeks I was 20k down and just could not let it go. I had to make it back. And here we are now. Down another 20. My bet size for sports bets and multis is much larger now than it had been in the past. I was placing a lot of 2 or 3k bets with roughly 3x payoffs and of course missing. One betting agencys responsible gambling division even contacted me and I agreed to letting them block my account. I managed to lost another roughly 4k through other agencies since then but now I have closed all those accounts.
It's pretty fucked and very disappointing. You all know the feeling. I was vaguely looking into getting into housing market as my net worth approached 100k. That is now set back at least 6 months. On top of the money my health and performance at work took a huge hit. For me compulsive gambling and binge eating go together plus poor sleep and lack of interest in my job.
Anyway I know the only way out now is to completely stop and let go of the money I lost. I am very grateful not to be in debt and to have money for rent and food. I have a new girlfriend and it's early enough that she did not know my financial situation. So no one to explain a missing 40k to.
I only hope it is not a black mark that will mean I won't be able to get a home loan In the future.
In these next few months I am going to put my head down and focus on saving and getting in awesome physical shape. Plus try to focus on learning some new skills outside of work that will help me with my career and something else to hopefully be passionate in.
Something is out of wack with my outlook on life when I can free fall like this so willingly. Putting all my hard work at stake. Why do I act like I have nothing to lose. Like my future is not worth building towards. Or that it's something worth risking. Good things take time and effort. Gambling is a quick, cheep, empty and a sham shortcut.
This is day one for me and I plan to use this post as a diary for weekly updates to keep me motivated and focused.
Tldr: I lost half my 80k life savings in a month at 30. Thankfully no debt or dependents and as much as this sucks I am going to turn my life around starting now.

So my brother owns a German shepherd, and had him for 3 years. Every time his dog walks in front of him on the leash or sees a cat, he yanks his leash on the collar. He forces his dog to walk right beside him. If his dog doesn’t cooperate, he towers over him like he’s threatening him. My other brother says he acts like this when he goes to visit him while our brother is walking the dog. He said that one time our brother was walking his dog down the steps, his dog ran in front and he yanked his leash so hard he fell on his back, and he also yanked his leashed and his dog hit their head on railings at his apartments. If this is something I can report to an animal control center, how would I go upon doing that? Can I anonymously do it?

Notes:

• I will include a TL:DR at the end for those who don't want to read the full essay.
• This will be posted to both OntarioLandlord and OntarioTenants (as soon as I get permission to post) as I am looking for all sides of the discussion.

A Brief Introduction
Good day everyone, this is going to be a monster of a post so I apologize in advance for the lack of brevity in my arguments. To set the scene properly, I am currently a tenant in my early 20’s. I have been working as an accountant for realtors and landlords for the past year or so which has taught me a lot about this market. It seems that every time I look into the rental market, the environment continues to worsen. Housing availability is constantly on the decline and prices are skyrocketing. Amateur landlords are often unsure or not knowledgeable of their rights and responsibilities and tenants usually pay the price. Then you have certain property management companies who act unprofessionally or cruel towards their tenants. On the other hand, there are many crappy tenants out there whose actions will cost their landlords an unreasonable amount of money.
Obviously things need to change. The question is what and how? The goal should be to allow individual investors to continue to own property while members of younger generations are given more opportunities to get real estate of their own. There should also be a large push to ensure both landlords and tenants are being held to more strict conditions with better access to the LTB for problem solving. I fully believe the following ideas would contribute to a far better real estate market for Canadians. Of course, the goal is not to make these exact changes, but to make changes in the same spirit.
Purchasing Real Estate On a Tier System
I will admit, this first point may be considered the most “unreasonable” but I fully believe in the potential it brings. Currently, houses are bought in bidding wars where everyone eligible can throw their hats in. As a family, buying their first home, there is always a chance that the beautiful starter home they want will get snatched up by some real estate investor, looking to get a quick flip.
This idea frightens me because younger people/families rarely have the financial power or freedom to compete with a full time real estate investor. The easiest solution in my eyes is to introduce a tier system that prioritizes which party has the greatest buying power in these bidding wars. Ideally, the tier should be somewhat like the following (1 being the highest priority and 4 being the lowest):

1. First time home buyers (no prior PR and no RE investments)
2. The moving home buyer (is selling their prior PR for a new one)
3. Individual RE investors (They already have a PR and are looking to rent/flip)
4. RE Corporations and larger RE investors (Those who already own a great deal of RE investments)

Say, for instance, a home is being sold for $800k. In the first week of the property being listed, two offers are received by prospective buyers. A first home buyer is looking to buy at the asking price while an RE investor, trying to get a quick sale, offers 10k over asking. In this scenario, the first time home buyers’ offer is taken at the highest priority.
Despite the investor’s offer being larger, the property should be offered to the buyer who has a greater need for the listing. Competition will now be between members of individual priority levels. Let's say that after a couple weeks, there are no high priority offers (1 or 2 level priority). Then the RE investors and RE corporations can bid between themselves. This gives far greater opportunities for those looking for a principal residence. While RE investors will have a large backlog of listings which they can compete amongst each other for the best prices. I have not yet given this idea as much thought as the next few ideas so I am always willing to adjust it to potentially make it more reasonable/clear.
Renovating the LTB - Licensing
From what I have seen, the biggest threats facing tenants today are uneducated, amateur landlords and greedy, dishonest property management companies. These next few points are proposed to put more responsibility and accountability for the worst landlords in Canada.
If this idea is implemented, all starter landlords must acquire a license before renting out a property. Furthermore, all existing landlords will be unable to renew their current leases or sign new ones until they also acquire the license. The landlord license will act as a certificate, showing that you actually know the law and understand the severity of acting unlawful towards your tenants.
The license will be acquired through a written exam hosted by the LTB. The exam will consist of a series of identification and application questions regarding the rules and responsibilities for both landlords and tenants. Exam attendees will be given access to a virtual or physical textbook which includes all the information needed to breeze through the exam. The textbook will be available in a variety of languages, allowing both domestic and foreign investors to take the test.
The point of the test is to properly assess how one will react to unique or troublesome activity within their rental properties. It isn’t meant to be a hard test. In fact, ideally, it will be quite simple and quick. Once the test is completed and marked, if the landlord fails, they will be given the opportunity to take it again at a later date. If the landlord passes, they are given their license.
In my ideal world, the license would have to be renewed on an annual basis but the period can increase to be more consistent with other professional licenses. I truly do not think this is reasonable. If you are in a position where you have power over the livelihood of another person, you should have some sort of proof that you are capable of maintaining a reasonable level of quality for them.
Renovating the LTB - Inspections
Upon the acquisition of one’s license, I believe there should then be an inspection of the rental properties. These inspections will be thorough and act as proof that the landlord is ready and capable of maintaining the quality mentioned previously. The inspection will be scheduled soon after passing the licensing exam. Landlords can choose to be present or absent during the inspection, depending on their preference and availability.
The inspector will review each room that the tenants will have access to. They will be looking for items that may be unsafe or in need of repairs/renovations. These items and include and go beyond the following examples:

• Broken or unusable appliances
• Cracked or broken windows
• Rotting floorboards and stairs
• Mould around the inside and outside of the house
• Exposed wiring/potential electrical issues
• Lack of cleanliness or sanitation
• Bug or rodent infestations

All violations recorded by the inspector will be photographed and logged in their report. The inspector will then share their findings with the landlords. If any issues were discovered, it is then up to the landlord to ensure the issues are fixed by the time tenants are set to arrive at the property. The importance of the repairs depend on the type of issue discovered. In most cases, there will only be small amounts of maintenance necessary. Landlords will then fix the issues, saving their receipts and taking updated photographs to prove to the LTB that the issues are resolved.
However, if the inspector uncovers issues that threaten the health and safety of future tenants, the process gets more strict. The landlord will be unable to even list the property for rent until the issues are resolved. The landlord is responsible for resolving the issue and contacting the LTB upon completion. When contact has been made, a second inspection will be scheduled. The second inspection may uncover other smaller issues but the main purpose is to confirm the dangerous areas have been fixed. If everything has been fixed, the landlord gets the okay from the LTB and they can finally allow tenants to move in.
If the landlord decides to lease tenants without an inspection or without clearing inspection issues, they will face fines. The fine’s amount will be made in comparison with the severity of the issues presented.
After tenants have moved in. The option to schedule an inspection will remain available. However, additional inspections will have a cost associated. These inspections can be requested if either the landlord or tenant has an issue with the property, tenants, or other such items. Hopefully, the possibility of an additional inspection will ensure that both landlords and tenants are motivated to maintain the property under the requirements set out by the law.
If issues are uncovered on these new inspections, the responsibility will be put on those accountable. If it is proven that tenants are damaging the property, the landlord will have the option be reimbursed for the maintenance costs. Depending on the severity of the issues, the landlord or tenant will also be given the option to pursue the issues in more depth with the LTB (i.e. evictions, fines, hearings, etc.). This system keeps both tenants and landlords accountable for their actions.
Renovating the LTB - Reliability
While all of my previous points will most likely be viewed and argued differently by tenants and landlords, I feel that everyone will agree with the following statement. The LTB is not that reliable. Complaints take months and months to be processed and the procedures may not always be clear. The LTB should be given more resources so they can handle all issues and procedures within a reasonable time frame. There should also be more emphasis put on unlawful or dishonest activity. There should be no scenario where a tenant can go multiple months without paying rent. If this happens, the landlord should have access to lease terminations and disciplinary actions (i.e. removal of tenant from premises). The same goes for landlords. If a tenant is being endlessly harassed by their landlord or threatened. They need quick access to assistance. There are many issues that may not be inspection worthy, but still need recognition (i.e. slander, threats, unnotified entrance of the rental property, illegal surveillance, etc.). Ideally, these items should be handled within a couple weeks of submission. This is an issue more with the current management of the LTB and it might require a full re-evaluation of the LTB’s systems and resources which is definitely beyond my scope here.
In Conclusion
To end off this essay, I want to say that these are all ideas. This is also my first draft. Items you may disagree with are subject to change and other areas will be focused overtime. I don’t believe this will single handedly “fix” the Ontario real estate market, but if more people were to give out their ideas, we can potentially help one another get through this period of inflated prices and high costs of living. I will do my best to remain active with all comments left on this post. Let me know if you hate it, if you liked it, or if you think something needs to be changed. This is simply a post made by a worried citizen, wanting their country to get better. Thanks to everyone who read through the entire post, and I hope you have a nice week!
TL:DR

1. When purchasing real estate, higher priority should be given to first time home buyers as they are in more desperate need of a home
2. There should be some form of licensing for landlords to ensure rental properties will be held to proper standards
3. Inspections should take place before the rental period starts to ensure no repairs or dangerous areas are left untreated
4. Inspections can be requested after the rental period starts if new issues with the property arise.
5. The LTB needs a restructuring. Issues for both landlords and tenants need to be addressed quicker and with more importance
6. These are all opinions being posted to simply start a discussion. These should be taken more as suggestions with room for improvement rather than proposed solutions

I know it’s a marriage and everything is technically shared. However, let me know what you guys make of this situation. I’ve (26f) been married to my husband (26m) for 5 years now. When I met him he was in school, and doing construction on the side. He dropped out of school twice, which was a big switch up for me. As I had gone to university and work full time (16/hr). But you can make money if you’re smart enough without school. Anyways, since he had no credit history I shared my credit card (5k) with him to ride my credit so he could build his. At this point my card had a balance in it and for some reason we decided that I would pay rent of the apartment (600) and he’d make payments to my card, and “save” the rest. Okay, he paid it off and spent it several times. And I didn’t like the confusion of who spent what so I fully stopped using the card. We moved and finally had him pay half the rent. And at this point he’s still working construction now. He comes home one day and told me toxic work environment I quit on site. Okay, that’s fine. Decides he’ll work deliveries now. Falls asleep driving and crashes the car(nothing happened to him thankfully). And so I decide that the money I had saved for starting a little business (5k) I would replace the car for him, so he could continue working. Fast forward, his dad gets a divorce, moves in with us and suddenly he’s spending money in his dad (1k on visa papers, gym membership, free rent, co-sign car). Where initially he said 1-3m max, turned into 7m. And the family asking for money here and there doesn’t stop not to mention he took out a loan with his dad to begin a pedigree animal breeding business without consulting me . I’m not okay with him prioritizing his family when he has a debt with me. I regret not keeping my money to pay my loans, credit card or for my business or to buy a car for myself. I brought this up and he stonewalled me going to the extend of blocking me on social media. Does being in a marriage mean I have to sacrifice for his family? Tl;dr husband owes me but prioritizes his family

I rent from an awful rental company. For over a year my partner and I have been dealing either constant power outages, lights flickering/strobing non-stop, or bulbs blowing. If I plug in anything in the bedroom, half the house dims or goes out. We've had to replace a PC, numerous phone chargers, and so many light bulbs I don't even want to know how much we've spent.
I just found out that the rental company has a habit of sending out technicians to diagnose the issue, never have them fix it, and then charge you from the deposit when you leave as of it was your fault. They've sent out four electricians over the last YEAR and the consensus is that we have some open grounds and the breaker box is far too small/weak to handle this home anymore, that there are numerous shorts happening. Two electricians said it's a fire hazard and seemed legit concerned about us, but the rental company tells them not to fix anything. Then they have the actual audacity to call/text and ask us if the problem is fixed. They KNOW it isn't. I want to call the city, because this house can't be up to code, but I wouldn't be surprised if they retaliate and evict us for it.
These tools want to know if we will stay another year, and we want to leave so bad, but rentals are a nightmare right now and this dumpster fire is the most affordable thing I can find that allows pets. I know rentals are a nightmare nationwide right now and I'm just so angry for everyone struggling to find homes with landlords thinking we all make bank, apparently.
I don't understand why are landlords and rental companies are allowed to be such trash, and how my state barely has renters' rights or protections in place. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it is Missouri after all. It just sucks we feel like we can't leave for long periods of time, and every time I'm out and see a firetruck headed in the direction of the house, I wonder if today is the day and panic because I have dogs.

Hello!
My landlord called me on Tuesday May 30th to let me know they were going to do major construction on the property I live on, and they would send me a 60 day notice to vacate. My landlord expressed if I move out sooner even better, but this wasn’t in writing. I just signed my new lease today, and I’m wondering how I proceed, do I send a 30 day notice as usual? I’m in California and I’ve lived at this location for over a year and I’m pretty sure my landlords are suppose to compensate moving costs or waive my last months rent, is this correct? The form they sent me stated I would pay my normal rent for both June and July, which would mean none is waived.
Thanks for reading! Any advice is appreciated.

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I don't know where else to post this, but this seems like a good place. I just can't get it out of my head how the boomers have completely foked over the younger generations. I mean just look at the salaries that they used to have in the 70's and 80's! An uneducated white male could walk into a factory and walk out with a handshake and a job. He could support his wife and 7 kids on that one salary! I mean they only had one car, that was constantly breaking down. He actually knew how to work on it and could fix anything in his 2 bedroom 1 bath home, because it was either fix it himself or go without since he couldn't actually afford to pay anyone else to do it. But that was because he had to save as much as he could so that he could take the lavish vacation of family camping for a week every summer. But since he didn't have an education, he knew the importance of education and made all his kids get an education. Of coarse most boomers are greedy bastards, so they "couldn't afford" to pay their kids tuitions so there they go again foking over the younger generations. I mean for me I just can't believe how the boomers have foked over my generation. Me, my SO, and my white male boomer dad all have to live together, it's literally the only way I can afford rent in Seattle!! It literally requires 3 peoples income to cover rent here! There's 9 degrees between the 3 of us and that's still the reality of it! Of coarse, they're all degrees in dumbass things from private schools that cost 100k per degree but I was told that didn't matter! I just..... when are those damn boomers going to take responsibility for what they've done?? When are they going to start paying their fair share of taxes?? Do you know that the average ceo makes 400 times the amount of their lowest paid employee? Granted people like Musk make that all in stock options, but when are we going to start taxing their stocks- that can adjust in price at any time? I mean seems fair to me to tax people on unrealized money. These boomers just really foked us over....I just want to use the device that's in my hands 24/7, that grants be infinite knowledge, and could easily answer any question i have or explain anything from my post in a logical way, but these boomers need to understand my outrage at when they were born and what they've done to me personally! I just feel so bad for the generations that came after the boomers......I think I'm going to go pray to Bernie Sanders and AOC and call it a night.