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2023.06.08 21:43 KidKo1014 I hate my mom and my life
A little bit of backstory: I (18M) was born with aplastic anemia, a disease where my bone marrow is constantly attacked by my immune system. Since I remember, I have never been able to do things normal boys my age could so I found it hard to make friends (I am also autistic). When I was about 5 years old, I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor (that's why I'm studying medicine right now) so doctors said I was going to die, they did MRI's in a few hospitals and every single one said the same things, I was going to die, the tumor was increasing the pressure inside my skull which in a short time would lead to death. However, about a week later they did another MRI on me, which showed my brain without the tumor I had, the doctors were shocked and even used my story to show it in congress.
My parents and the rest of my family are incredibly religious, I grew up always being told to pray or I would go to hell, I also was born (and still live) in Mexico, a country where beliefs other than the catholic church are basically forbidden. My parents during my brain tumor incident used to go pray with the hope I would be healed. And although I do not deny what happened to me being what is seen as a miracle, I cannot bring myself to believing in a God since what loving God would put me through all that.
Growing up I've always been clear about me being an atheist, despite all I've gone through you'd believe my parents to be the most loving people of all time, but no. I was constantly told by my mom all her problems were because of me, that made me cry every time and each time I cried she would hit me, not with a belt, with her fist, even going as far as pushing me down the stairs or locking me hours without food in a room.
I have gone to several therapists to help me deal with my emotional problems, but every time they go back to the same thing, my mom, they get her to come to therapy and that is always where it ends since she cannot accept that she is a piece of shit mother so I have to change therapists midway all the time.
Notice how I haven't mentioned my father, that is because he is never here, he is a trucker and I see him maybe once a month if I'm lucky, and although he is far better than my mom, if my mom lies about me or says that I did something I clearly didn't, I know he will always take what she says as absolute.
The physical abuse stopped when I was 14, since at that age when she tried to hit me I punched her gut and I DO NOT REGRET IT, not even a bit. But it did not end there, I still had a bit of love for her until one day she passed out (she has nephrotic syndrome therefore having a bad diet can cause her that) and when she was a bit more stable my brother and I were with her in her room, then she told me the most heartbreaking line a mother could tell a son 'You are not my son, only he is' (pointing to my brother) at that point I left her room and have never felt anything other than resentment. She always has said that I have not suffered as much as my brother and that I do not deserve to be loved as he is (my brother had asthma and that is it).
Since that happened I have never been able to completely feel emotions for other people and when I do I get extremely attached which I guess is a type of way to cope with everything I have dealt with.
I am still sick with aplastic anemia but it hasn't caused me that much trouble, my hematologist told my parents I was not going to learn like the other kids but look at me now, studying medicine and being top of my class by far.
If you are reading this far thank you so much, and if you are a parent, use this as an example of what not to be to your children.
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My parents and the rest of my family are incredibly religious, I grew up always being told to pray or I would go to hell, I also was born (and still live) in Mexico, a country where beliefs other than the catholic church are basically forbidden. My parents during my brain tumor incident used to go pray with the hope I would be healed. And although I do not deny what happened to me being what is seen as a miracle, I cannot bring myself to believing in a God since what loving God would put me through all that.
Growing up I've always been clear about me being an atheist, despite all I've gone through you'd believe my parents to be the most loving people of all time, but no. I was constantly told by my mom all her problems were because of me, that made me cry every time and each time I cried she would hit me, not with a belt, with her fist, even going as far as pushing me down the stairs or locking me hours without food in a room.
I have gone to several therapists to help me deal with my emotional problems, but every time they go back to the same thing, my mom, they get her to come to therapy and that is always where it ends since she cannot accept that she is a piece of shit mother so I have to change therapists midway all the time.
Notice how I haven't mentioned my father, that is because he is never here, he is a trucker and I see him maybe once a month if I'm lucky, and although he is far better than my mom, if my mom lies about me or says that I did something I clearly didn't, I know he will always take what she says as absolute.
The physical abuse stopped when I was 14, since at that age when she tried to hit me I punched her gut and I DO NOT REGRET IT, not even a bit. But it did not end there, I still had a bit of love for her until one day she passed out (she has nephrotic syndrome therefore having a bad diet can cause her that) and when she was a bit more stable my brother and I were with her in her room, then she told me the most heartbreaking line a mother could tell a son 'You are not my son, only he is' (pointing to my brother) at that point I left her room and have never felt anything other than resentment. She always has said that I have not suffered as much as my brother and that I do not deserve to be loved as he is (my brother had asthma and that is it).
Since that happened I have never been able to completely feel emotions for other people and when I do I get extremely attached which I guess is a type of way to cope with everything I have dealt with.
I am still sick with aplastic anemia but it hasn't caused me that much trouble, my hematologist told my parents I was not going to learn like the other kids but look at me now, studying medicine and being top of my class by far.
If you are reading this far thank you so much, and if you are a parent, use this as an example of what not to be to your children.
2023.06.08 21:42 MisthsAlhtheias Side Glute Soreness after running. Is it related to bad posture?
23M, working out for some time now and I recently started running again after a long time. My legs and glutes were getting sore at first and I remember telling my friend a couple days ago (we run together) that I was very sore on my right side glute the next day after our run. He found that strange and told me that he never had that issue before. I went running again today, and my right side glute started hurting and feeling sore and I stopped after 15-20 minutes. So that got me thinking that this might have something to do with my posture.
My father has kyphosis and I also have the same on a moderate level. I assume there's a connection with that and my side glute soreness. Am I right?
On another note, I know there are exercises to help bad posture but do they actually work or it's a genetic thing? And do you have any to recomend that actually work?
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My father has kyphosis and I also have the same on a moderate level. I assume there's a connection with that and my side glute soreness. Am I right?
On another note, I know there are exercises to help bad posture but do they actually work or it's a genetic thing? And do you have any to recomend that actually work?
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2023.06.08 21:41 lookinperfect92 Alcoholic seizures
My father has been a drunk for majority of my life. But always a fun drunk until the last few years. His drinking progressively got worse and worse. He has been drinking two full bottles of gin. He was having alcoholic seizures 3 Years ago but hasn't had one since. But his drinking is bad. He is basically bipolar and schizophrenic when hammered. He's done detox and been great for a few weeks but everytime he falls off worse. He says he can't get better cause noones ever been as bad as him and everyone in AA is pretty much a weekender or amateur. If he stops he will have a seizure so whenever he decides to pause. We have to pay 5k for detox and he always checks out a day early. This week he says he will go to rehab but he's always gives stipulations. My question for anyone in this group is have you ever known anyone that bad at age 60 to get sober. Like if he gets sober it will be like having my bestfriend again. I don't drink because I saw the outcome. I'm friends with alot of AA and do attend get together once or twice a month. I love my sober friends and enjoy the company.
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2023.06.08 21:40 DreamDragonP7 Eight Billion
On the planet teeming with eight billion others, I was just another face in the crowd, navigating the tumultuous corridors of high school. Today, we were ticking off the second to last day of the school year, and we had the liberty of a half day, making lunchtime the closing bell.
At fifteen, I was awkwardly wading through the stormy seas of adolescence, complete with the scourge of hormonal surges and the unfortunate sprinkling of acne dotting my face. My world was wonderfully wrapped up in a corner of our high school cafeteria, a realm presided over by Emila. The dazzling subject of my dreams, she held me under her spell with her enchanting beauty. Her hair, a river of glistening platinum, formed a comforting canopy around me, filling my senses with a tantalizing mix of coconut-scented shampoo and the memorable reminder of our gym sessions.
āAlex, come back to Earth!ā
My Emila-infused daydream was interrupted by Elijah, my only friend in a table full of acquaintances.
āDid you see the TikTok I sent?ā
He asked, a twinkle of devilish delight dancing in his eyes. I fumbled for my phone, eager for a dose of Elijahās promised comedy, only to find the video was no longer available with unsurprising speed.
āMan, it was comedy gold! Imagine Thanos, asscheeks and all, telling the most offensive Holocaust joke. Legendary stuffā
Elijah chuckled heartily, his laughter echoing around the room, amplified by his own creative narrative.
āSure sounds like itā
I muttered, my gaze returning to Emila. Her attention was stolen by my older brother, the infamous Mikey, whose joke had her laughing. Mikey, a final year student with a solid record of academic underachievement and a proclivity for marijuana, was a walking, talking, stoner stereotype. What was unsettling was his inexplicable charm with the wide-eyed freshman girls, a twisted hobby that gave him an unusual sense of satisfaction.
As the bell shrilled, signaling the end of the school day, Mikey abruptly stood up, the metal chair beneath him screeching in protest. His next words, a slurred mix of colloquial slangs and contemporary cuss words, were aimed at summoning his freshman fan club, a motley crew of wide-eyed youngsters who clung onto his every word like bees to honey. At the same time, he bumbled out a half-hearted invitation for Emila to join their quest for illicit pleasures. Emila's reaction was a fusion of disgust and amusement, an expression I decided to commit to memory for my poetry. She gracefully declined his offer with a well-rehearsed flip of her hair and a disdainful wave of her hand, then she returned to her conversation, laughter pealing from her like sweet music, completely oblivious to my heart hammering in my chest.
Around me, chaos broke loose as the cafeteria, now released from the clutches of academic torture, transitioned into a war zone of wild whoops, boisterous laughter, and the smell of overly sweet cafeteria food. At the corner of my eye, I caught Elijah's failed attempt to record a TikTok, where he took on the guise of a chicken playing Mozart's fifth symphony on a battered keyboard. The sight of him clucking passionately amidst a cacophony of piano notes sent me into a fit of laughter, providing a much-needed dose of comedic relief after the annoyances of my school day. The last sight that graced my eyes as I exited the cafeteria, was the bewildered expression on the face of our school janitor, as he stood paralyzed amidst the storm, mop in hand. It was a fittingly ludicrous end to another thrillingly mundane school day. With that, I picked up my bag, donned my headphones, and began my solitary trek home.
The burden of unrequited love weighed heavily upon my weary shoulders as I trudged homeward. In dire need of a chill-out moment, I fumbled for my go-to vape, only to be met with the light show of a dead battery. Just another bump in the road that is the teenage rollercoaster ride. As I hit the 7-Eleven on my route, I was looking forward to seeing Antonio, the ageless dude who seemed more interested in cracking jokes than caring about checking IDs. But instead of Antonio's playful smirk, I came face-to-face with a new character, with wrinkles that told stories of time gone by. A wave of disappointment washed over me as I nabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper and headed for the cash register.
"What happened to Antonio?"
I asked, putting my drink on the counter for the mystery guy.
"Who?"
He muttered, his focus on the soda can he was sliding under the scanner.
"Antonio, the guy who's usually here in the evenings"
I explained, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Dunno. I only started here last week. I just know the young girl who takes over when my shift ends"
He responded, his words leaving a gap in my world, like a punch in the gut of my usual routine.
Taking a bubbly swig of my Dr. Pepper, I tried to swallow the truth of teenage life. It was like walking into my favorite cozy room, only to find the furniture rearranged haphazardly. The change was unexpected, and unwelcome.
Finally trekking my way home after sitting on a bench listening to music for what Must've been hours. I walked under a sky that seemed to be experimenting with shades of orange and purple, I felt a strange kind of solitude sneaking in. My thoughts kept playing a merry-go-round with Mikey, Emila, and now absent Antonio - the trio that had become the stars of my high school drama.
My front door protested loudly under my foot's frustrated kick, and a slurred
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Bellowed from the living room. My mother, ensnared in an alcoholic haze, lounged over the couch, her shaking finger accusingly pointed in my direction.
"Did you forget that I get migraines?"
The smell of tequila permeated the air, filling my nostrils as soon as I crossed the threshold. I sighed, hoping for a lifeline.
"Is dad home?"
My mother sank back onto the couch, her voice a whisper
"No."
My father, the only one who occasionally lent an ear when I complained about Mikey, was perpetually chained to his cubicle, another cog in the corporate machine.
I ascended the stairs, each creaking step a harmony to the melancholic rhythm of the dark. The silent house held the weight of my unease, my chest tightening with an indescribable yearning. Tucked away in the solitude of my room, I pulled out my phone, the screen's glow illuminating my apprehensive features. I typed out a tentative message to Emilia, a small confession of the feelings that had long been gnawing at my insides.
"Hey, Emilia, I..."
First message sent. But before I could finish my second text, the dreaded words - 'Message Failed to Send' stared back at me. My heart sank. Was it a sign? Maybe the universe was intervening, telling me it wasn't the right time, or perhaps, it never would be. Disheartened, I slung my phone aside, letting the unsent feelings hover in the digital void. Slipping under the comforting shroud of my blanket, I drifted off into a sleep, with dreams tinted in hues of Emilia and unspoken words.
The next morning started out ordinary until it was splattered with the color of angst when I pleaded with Mikey that morning to stay away from Emila. His response?
"Amelia, the freshman? Didn't know you had a thing for her."
His nonchalance was maddening.
"Emila. As your brother, I'm asking you to back off"
I clarified, hoping it would penetrate his stubborn exterior.
His perplexed expression turned into a nonchalant shrug.
"Damn, been saying her name wrong the few times we spoke, and she never bothered to correct me."
Mikey shrugged and walked away, leaving me feeling dismissed and unheard.
Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, I left for school and shook off the encounter with my brother and headed to my first-period class. As I stepped into the room, I expected to see my usual teacher, Ms. Thompson, waiting at her desk. However, to my surprise, it was someone else entirelyāa teacher I had never seen before. I had really liked Ms. Thompson too so to see she got a substitute on the last day was dissapointing. Yet his resemblance to Ms. Thompson was uncanny, from the way he held himself to the tone of his voice. I knew something was off.
I glanced around the classroom, taking in the unfamiliar arrangement of notes and papers hanging on the walls. The subjects and diagrams were foreign to me, not matching the usual decor that adorned this space. It was as if I had entered an alternate dimension, where everything seemed the same yet completely different.
As the class went on, the new teacher droned on with the same monotony I had grown accustomed to, but it felt hollow, lacking the genuine concern and passion that Ms. Thompson always displayed. The other students seemed oblivious to the change, talking and cutting up as if nothing was amiss. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
Throughout the rest of class, my mind wandered, retracing the events of the past few days. Antonios unexpected absence, the failed text to Emila, Mikey's nonchalant reaction to my warning about Emila, the strange teacher in place of Ms. Thompsonāit all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. For the first time, I realized how little attention I had paid to the details of my daily routine. But now, with this subtle shift in my surroundings, I couldn't help but question everything.
As the class finally came to an end, I gathered my things and made my way out.
The unfolding of the remaining classes before lunch did nothing to alleviate the paranoia that was steadily creeping over me. In my second-period class, usually dedicated to cleaning out the science lab, I noticed a set of instruments that we'd never used before. My peers didn't bat an eyelid, but to me, the incongruity was unsettling. Then in English, our final class reading didn't correspond to the assigned book. The text seemed different, as though it had been subtly altered.
Physical education, typically a free play session on the last day, was different too. Coach Peters was blowing a whistle I'd never seen before, its pitch more grating than the usual. And just before lunch, during the end-of-year assembly, the principal's speech, usually so predictable, seemed off. It contained references to events and achievements that didn't match my memories.
As lunchtime arrived, a mix of anticipation and anxiety filled the air. Even with my world falling apart I found time to worry about Mikey's presence around Emila. However, Emila was nowhere to be found. When I mentioned this to the group as I took my seat, my words were met with silence, as if I had become invisible.
Sitting alone at the edge of the table, I sought solace in our group pictures, hoping to catch a glimpse of Emila. I opened Snapchat and scrolled through my camera roll until I found my favorite picture of her. But to my surprise, Emila was inexplicably absent from the image. I blinked in disbelief, rubbed my eyes, and questioned my own perception. How could she have vanished? In the photo, my arm had once embraced her, but now it hung empty at my side.
"Guys, where's Emila?"
I asked, passing my phone to Elijah. He stared at the screen for a long moment, as if emerging from a trance.
"Who?"
He finally responded absentmindedly, his attention quickly diverted by a video shared by another friend.
Taking back my phone, I desperately searched for more pictures, only to find that they had vanishedāher Instagram, Snapchat, even her parents' Facebook profiles. Panic gripped me, and I screamed
"WHERE IS EMILA!?"
My voice resonating through the cafeteria, reverberating off the walls. The entire room fell into an eerie silence, and all eyes turned to me, their gazes fixed with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Her social media is gone. I feel like I'm going insane, and none of you even acknowledge me!"
My voice cracked with desperation as I pleaded for answers.
Mikey and Elijah rose from their seats, their expressions filled with compassion, ready to console me. But I couldn't bear their pity, their feeble attempts to calm my tormented mind. Their words would be meaningless. With a surge of frantic energy, I pushed my chair back and fled the suffocating atmosphere of the cafeteria.
As I stumbled out of the school, my surroundings blurred in a whirlwind of confusion and distress. The world itself seemed to warp and twist, mocking my feeble attempts to comprehend the inexplicable. Thoughts tumbled through my mind, colliding and fragmenting like shattered glass. Where had Emila gone? How could she vanish so completely, leaving no trace behind? Was I losing my grip on reality?
A light drizzle began peppering the surroundings, setting a somber atmosphere. Hours slipped away as I aimlessly wandered, searching for answers. Maybe someone had slipped me acid-laced food, or perhaps I was crazy like my mother. The thought of my brother's affinity for drugs crossed my mind, but I had never dabbled. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to find a sense of respite in my vape once again.
Entering the 7-Eleven, a chilling sensation overcame me as I discovered the same elderly man behind the counter. Without uttering a word, I hopped over the counter, desperate to find any clue.
"Kid, you can't be back there!"
The man exclaimed, attempting to restrain me. Swiftly, I pushed him away, unearthing the work schedule from the wall.
"Where's Antonio?" I stammered.
The old man, seemed to recognize me.
"I asked about that. Antonio doesn't work here"
He said, struggling to regain his footing. Overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia, I bolted out of the gas station, gasping for breath only when I reached the safety of my home.
In the dim light of the early evening, I found myself sprawled on the unkempt grass of the front yard. The recent rain had left the ground sodden, but I barely noticed the wetness seeping into my clothes. As the rain mingled with my silent tears, I heard the familiar rumble of my older brother Mikey's truck pulling into the driveway.
"Hey pussy"
He exclaimed, pushing his rain-soaked hair back from his forehead. His voice carried a light-hearted jest that felt foreign amidst the somber atmosphere. He was always like this, quick to crack a joke even in the gloomiest of moments. It was his way of diffusing tension, I suppose. He reached out, pulling me up and leading me towards the house. Once inside and in his room, an aroma filled my nose ā a peculiar mix of stale pizza and mildewy old books ā that somehow comforted me in a strange, indescribable way. It was an olfactory reminder of a time before things got so complicated.
Catching my eye, Mikey reached into his drawer and withdrew an intricately designed glass bong. I had seen it before, on one of those rare occasions when Mikey would let me into his private world. Now, he was extending the invitation again. He passed me the bong, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind flashing back to times when mom would sit us down in front of the TV after school, her kind and comforting presence a strong reassurance of love and security. That was before the alcohol took over, before the comforting light in her eyes had been replaced by a glassy, distant look. The thought of her brought an odd sense of calmness, as if her spirit was there with me, in Mikey, guiding me through this haze.
Taking the bong from Mikey, I let out a nervous chuckle, matching his playful demeanor. As I took a hit, we fell into a comfortable laughter, punctuated only by the deafening theme song of Family Guy playing on the large TV in the corner of his room. The memory of our shared laughter resonated deeply within me, a balm to the churning unrest I had been feeling.
"It seems today that all you see is violence in movies and -"
Suddenly, the television vanished, replaced by a weathered dresser that had been stored in the attic.
Mikey's phone suddenly blared a familiar jingle.
"Ah, man. One sec, bro,"
"-sex on TV." My brother's phone blared at maximum volume.
"Sorry, bro, my friend texted me"
He explained, placing the phone between us.
"Where's the TV?"
I muttered, the words hardly audible. As the high intensified, the room started to spin, the familiar comfort of Mickey's presence fading away. I reached out in a futile attempt to steady myself but fell onto the cold, hardwood floor. The room seemed to swirl around me, familiar objects distorting into unrecognizable shapes and colors.
Pulling myself up, I lurched out of the room, navigating the labyrinthine house as fragments of memories flooded my mind. It felt like I was walking through a dream ā a vivid, disorienting journey through time and space. Stepping outside, I saw the lawn had morphed into a neatly trimmed landscape, A new 'For Sale' sign swaying gently in the evening breeze, dissolved away as quickly as I noticed it.
The sounds of laughter drew my attention to the house. The windows were aglow with warm, inviting light, revealing an unfamiliar family engrossed in their game night. Their joy was a stark contrast to my growing desolation.
As days rolled on, my world reshaped, transforming from the familiar to an enigmatic panorama. Faces blurred, places mutated, my identity itself seemed to wane, fading into oblivion.
Caught in this mutating reality, I felt a quiet observer, my existence phasing out into the ether. Friends, family, Emila - all were melting away into the canvas of my evaporating memory.
Then, amidst the dissolving haze, clarity dawned, presenting a profound revelation. Our Earth was yearning for equilibrium, burdened with the weight of 8 billion souls, a possibly infinite and cruel humanity, now quickly seeking balance before it was too late.
We had pushed our home to her brink. Now, a beautiful transformation is underway. Smiling strangers began to color my world, their joy reflecting the Earth's newfound harmony. Merchandise, once an extravagant luxury, now seemed accessible to all. The battlefield in Ukraine had given way to peace, a testament to the world healing its wounds.
As I type this out in a clean and rather nicely lit alleyway. I find myself blending into the cosmic expanse, my hands and arms fading away before returning as if the universe wants me to finish. As I turn from a solid entity into an echo of existence. The world moves on, its stride unperturbed by my fading presence. Yet, in my diminishing, I realize my contribution to Earth's balance.
Earth is in the midst of achieving perfection. Many of you won't make it and will be gutted like myself, some of you will stay. The rest of you, I catch glimpses of as I fade, timeliness unaffected and left to die without God.
My final thoughts are not of sorrow, but of serene acceptance and profound understanding. As I phase into the ether, I became a cosmic whisper, a gentle reminder of the necessity for balance and respect for our fragile planet.
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At fifteen, I was awkwardly wading through the stormy seas of adolescence, complete with the scourge of hormonal surges and the unfortunate sprinkling of acne dotting my face. My world was wonderfully wrapped up in a corner of our high school cafeteria, a realm presided over by Emila. The dazzling subject of my dreams, she held me under her spell with her enchanting beauty. Her hair, a river of glistening platinum, formed a comforting canopy around me, filling my senses with a tantalizing mix of coconut-scented shampoo and the memorable reminder of our gym sessions.
āAlex, come back to Earth!ā
My Emila-infused daydream was interrupted by Elijah, my only friend in a table full of acquaintances.
āDid you see the TikTok I sent?ā
He asked, a twinkle of devilish delight dancing in his eyes. I fumbled for my phone, eager for a dose of Elijahās promised comedy, only to find the video was no longer available with unsurprising speed.
āMan, it was comedy gold! Imagine Thanos, asscheeks and all, telling the most offensive Holocaust joke. Legendary stuffā
Elijah chuckled heartily, his laughter echoing around the room, amplified by his own creative narrative.
āSure sounds like itā
I muttered, my gaze returning to Emila. Her attention was stolen by my older brother, the infamous Mikey, whose joke had her laughing. Mikey, a final year student with a solid record of academic underachievement and a proclivity for marijuana, was a walking, talking, stoner stereotype. What was unsettling was his inexplicable charm with the wide-eyed freshman girls, a twisted hobby that gave him an unusual sense of satisfaction.
As the bell shrilled, signaling the end of the school day, Mikey abruptly stood up, the metal chair beneath him screeching in protest. His next words, a slurred mix of colloquial slangs and contemporary cuss words, were aimed at summoning his freshman fan club, a motley crew of wide-eyed youngsters who clung onto his every word like bees to honey. At the same time, he bumbled out a half-hearted invitation for Emila to join their quest for illicit pleasures. Emila's reaction was a fusion of disgust and amusement, an expression I decided to commit to memory for my poetry. She gracefully declined his offer with a well-rehearsed flip of her hair and a disdainful wave of her hand, then she returned to her conversation, laughter pealing from her like sweet music, completely oblivious to my heart hammering in my chest.
Around me, chaos broke loose as the cafeteria, now released from the clutches of academic torture, transitioned into a war zone of wild whoops, boisterous laughter, and the smell of overly sweet cafeteria food. At the corner of my eye, I caught Elijah's failed attempt to record a TikTok, where he took on the guise of a chicken playing Mozart's fifth symphony on a battered keyboard. The sight of him clucking passionately amidst a cacophony of piano notes sent me into a fit of laughter, providing a much-needed dose of comedic relief after the annoyances of my school day. The last sight that graced my eyes as I exited the cafeteria, was the bewildered expression on the face of our school janitor, as he stood paralyzed amidst the storm, mop in hand. It was a fittingly ludicrous end to another thrillingly mundane school day. With that, I picked up my bag, donned my headphones, and began my solitary trek home.
The burden of unrequited love weighed heavily upon my weary shoulders as I trudged homeward. In dire need of a chill-out moment, I fumbled for my go-to vape, only to be met with the light show of a dead battery. Just another bump in the road that is the teenage rollercoaster ride. As I hit the 7-Eleven on my route, I was looking forward to seeing Antonio, the ageless dude who seemed more interested in cracking jokes than caring about checking IDs. But instead of Antonio's playful smirk, I came face-to-face with a new character, with wrinkles that told stories of time gone by. A wave of disappointment washed over me as I nabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper and headed for the cash register.
"What happened to Antonio?"
I asked, putting my drink on the counter for the mystery guy.
"Who?"
He muttered, his focus on the soda can he was sliding under the scanner.
"Antonio, the guy who's usually here in the evenings"
I explained, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Dunno. I only started here last week. I just know the young girl who takes over when my shift ends"
He responded, his words leaving a gap in my world, like a punch in the gut of my usual routine.
Taking a bubbly swig of my Dr. Pepper, I tried to swallow the truth of teenage life. It was like walking into my favorite cozy room, only to find the furniture rearranged haphazardly. The change was unexpected, and unwelcome.
Finally trekking my way home after sitting on a bench listening to music for what Must've been hours. I walked under a sky that seemed to be experimenting with shades of orange and purple, I felt a strange kind of solitude sneaking in. My thoughts kept playing a merry-go-round with Mikey, Emila, and now absent Antonio - the trio that had become the stars of my high school drama.
My front door protested loudly under my foot's frustrated kick, and a slurred
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Bellowed from the living room. My mother, ensnared in an alcoholic haze, lounged over the couch, her shaking finger accusingly pointed in my direction.
"Did you forget that I get migraines?"
The smell of tequila permeated the air, filling my nostrils as soon as I crossed the threshold. I sighed, hoping for a lifeline.
"Is dad home?"
My mother sank back onto the couch, her voice a whisper
"No."
My father, the only one who occasionally lent an ear when I complained about Mikey, was perpetually chained to his cubicle, another cog in the corporate machine.
I ascended the stairs, each creaking step a harmony to the melancholic rhythm of the dark. The silent house held the weight of my unease, my chest tightening with an indescribable yearning. Tucked away in the solitude of my room, I pulled out my phone, the screen's glow illuminating my apprehensive features. I typed out a tentative message to Emilia, a small confession of the feelings that had long been gnawing at my insides.
"Hey, Emilia, I..."
First message sent. But before I could finish my second text, the dreaded words - 'Message Failed to Send' stared back at me. My heart sank. Was it a sign? Maybe the universe was intervening, telling me it wasn't the right time, or perhaps, it never would be. Disheartened, I slung my phone aside, letting the unsent feelings hover in the digital void. Slipping under the comforting shroud of my blanket, I drifted off into a sleep, with dreams tinted in hues of Emilia and unspoken words.
The next morning started out ordinary until it was splattered with the color of angst when I pleaded with Mikey that morning to stay away from Emila. His response?
"Amelia, the freshman? Didn't know you had a thing for her."
His nonchalance was maddening.
"Emila. As your brother, I'm asking you to back off"
I clarified, hoping it would penetrate his stubborn exterior.
His perplexed expression turned into a nonchalant shrug.
"Damn, been saying her name wrong the few times we spoke, and she never bothered to correct me."
Mikey shrugged and walked away, leaving me feeling dismissed and unheard.
Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, I left for school and shook off the encounter with my brother and headed to my first-period class. As I stepped into the room, I expected to see my usual teacher, Ms. Thompson, waiting at her desk. However, to my surprise, it was someone else entirelyāa teacher I had never seen before. I had really liked Ms. Thompson too so to see she got a substitute on the last day was dissapointing. Yet his resemblance to Ms. Thompson was uncanny, from the way he held himself to the tone of his voice. I knew something was off.
I glanced around the classroom, taking in the unfamiliar arrangement of notes and papers hanging on the walls. The subjects and diagrams were foreign to me, not matching the usual decor that adorned this space. It was as if I had entered an alternate dimension, where everything seemed the same yet completely different.
As the class went on, the new teacher droned on with the same monotony I had grown accustomed to, but it felt hollow, lacking the genuine concern and passion that Ms. Thompson always displayed. The other students seemed oblivious to the change, talking and cutting up as if nothing was amiss. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
Throughout the rest of class, my mind wandered, retracing the events of the past few days. Antonios unexpected absence, the failed text to Emila, Mikey's nonchalant reaction to my warning about Emila, the strange teacher in place of Ms. Thompsonāit all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. For the first time, I realized how little attention I had paid to the details of my daily routine. But now, with this subtle shift in my surroundings, I couldn't help but question everything.
As the class finally came to an end, I gathered my things and made my way out.
The unfolding of the remaining classes before lunch did nothing to alleviate the paranoia that was steadily creeping over me. In my second-period class, usually dedicated to cleaning out the science lab, I noticed a set of instruments that we'd never used before. My peers didn't bat an eyelid, but to me, the incongruity was unsettling. Then in English, our final class reading didn't correspond to the assigned book. The text seemed different, as though it had been subtly altered.
Physical education, typically a free play session on the last day, was different too. Coach Peters was blowing a whistle I'd never seen before, its pitch more grating than the usual. And just before lunch, during the end-of-year assembly, the principal's speech, usually so predictable, seemed off. It contained references to events and achievements that didn't match my memories.
As lunchtime arrived, a mix of anticipation and anxiety filled the air. Even with my world falling apart I found time to worry about Mikey's presence around Emila. However, Emila was nowhere to be found. When I mentioned this to the group as I took my seat, my words were met with silence, as if I had become invisible.
Sitting alone at the edge of the table, I sought solace in our group pictures, hoping to catch a glimpse of Emila. I opened Snapchat and scrolled through my camera roll until I found my favorite picture of her. But to my surprise, Emila was inexplicably absent from the image. I blinked in disbelief, rubbed my eyes, and questioned my own perception. How could she have vanished? In the photo, my arm had once embraced her, but now it hung empty at my side.
"Guys, where's Emila?"
I asked, passing my phone to Elijah. He stared at the screen for a long moment, as if emerging from a trance.
"Who?"
He finally responded absentmindedly, his attention quickly diverted by a video shared by another friend.
Taking back my phone, I desperately searched for more pictures, only to find that they had vanishedāher Instagram, Snapchat, even her parents' Facebook profiles. Panic gripped me, and I screamed
"WHERE IS EMILA!?"
My voice resonating through the cafeteria, reverberating off the walls. The entire room fell into an eerie silence, and all eyes turned to me, their gazes fixed with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Her social media is gone. I feel like I'm going insane, and none of you even acknowledge me!"
My voice cracked with desperation as I pleaded for answers.
Mikey and Elijah rose from their seats, their expressions filled with compassion, ready to console me. But I couldn't bear their pity, their feeble attempts to calm my tormented mind. Their words would be meaningless. With a surge of frantic energy, I pushed my chair back and fled the suffocating atmosphere of the cafeteria.
As I stumbled out of the school, my surroundings blurred in a whirlwind of confusion and distress. The world itself seemed to warp and twist, mocking my feeble attempts to comprehend the inexplicable. Thoughts tumbled through my mind, colliding and fragmenting like shattered glass. Where had Emila gone? How could she vanish so completely, leaving no trace behind? Was I losing my grip on reality?
A light drizzle began peppering the surroundings, setting a somber atmosphere. Hours slipped away as I aimlessly wandered, searching for answers. Maybe someone had slipped me acid-laced food, or perhaps I was crazy like my mother. The thought of my brother's affinity for drugs crossed my mind, but I had never dabbled. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to find a sense of respite in my vape once again.
Entering the 7-Eleven, a chilling sensation overcame me as I discovered the same elderly man behind the counter. Without uttering a word, I hopped over the counter, desperate to find any clue.
"Kid, you can't be back there!"
The man exclaimed, attempting to restrain me. Swiftly, I pushed him away, unearthing the work schedule from the wall.
"Where's Antonio?" I stammered.
The old man, seemed to recognize me.
"I asked about that. Antonio doesn't work here"
He said, struggling to regain his footing. Overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia, I bolted out of the gas station, gasping for breath only when I reached the safety of my home.
In the dim light of the early evening, I found myself sprawled on the unkempt grass of the front yard. The recent rain had left the ground sodden, but I barely noticed the wetness seeping into my clothes. As the rain mingled with my silent tears, I heard the familiar rumble of my older brother Mikey's truck pulling into the driveway.
"Hey pussy"
He exclaimed, pushing his rain-soaked hair back from his forehead. His voice carried a light-hearted jest that felt foreign amidst the somber atmosphere. He was always like this, quick to crack a joke even in the gloomiest of moments. It was his way of diffusing tension, I suppose. He reached out, pulling me up and leading me towards the house. Once inside and in his room, an aroma filled my nose ā a peculiar mix of stale pizza and mildewy old books ā that somehow comforted me in a strange, indescribable way. It was an olfactory reminder of a time before things got so complicated.
Catching my eye, Mikey reached into his drawer and withdrew an intricately designed glass bong. I had seen it before, on one of those rare occasions when Mikey would let me into his private world. Now, he was extending the invitation again. He passed me the bong, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind flashing back to times when mom would sit us down in front of the TV after school, her kind and comforting presence a strong reassurance of love and security. That was before the alcohol took over, before the comforting light in her eyes had been replaced by a glassy, distant look. The thought of her brought an odd sense of calmness, as if her spirit was there with me, in Mikey, guiding me through this haze.
Taking the bong from Mikey, I let out a nervous chuckle, matching his playful demeanor. As I took a hit, we fell into a comfortable laughter, punctuated only by the deafening theme song of Family Guy playing on the large TV in the corner of his room. The memory of our shared laughter resonated deeply within me, a balm to the churning unrest I had been feeling.
"It seems today that all you see is violence in movies and -"
Suddenly, the television vanished, replaced by a weathered dresser that had been stored in the attic.
Mikey's phone suddenly blared a familiar jingle.
"Ah, man. One sec, bro,"
"-sex on TV." My brother's phone blared at maximum volume.
"Sorry, bro, my friend texted me"
He explained, placing the phone between us.
"Where's the TV?"
I muttered, the words hardly audible. As the high intensified, the room started to spin, the familiar comfort of Mickey's presence fading away. I reached out in a futile attempt to steady myself but fell onto the cold, hardwood floor. The room seemed to swirl around me, familiar objects distorting into unrecognizable shapes and colors.
Pulling myself up, I lurched out of the room, navigating the labyrinthine house as fragments of memories flooded my mind. It felt like I was walking through a dream ā a vivid, disorienting journey through time and space. Stepping outside, I saw the lawn had morphed into a neatly trimmed landscape, A new 'For Sale' sign swaying gently in the evening breeze, dissolved away as quickly as I noticed it.
The sounds of laughter drew my attention to the house. The windows were aglow with warm, inviting light, revealing an unfamiliar family engrossed in their game night. Their joy was a stark contrast to my growing desolation.
Caught in this mutating reality, I felt a quiet observer, my existence phasing out into the ether. Friends, family, Emila - all were melting away into the canvas of my evaporating memory.
Then, amidst the dissolving haze, clarity dawned, presenting a profound revelation. Our Earth was yearning for equilibrium, burdened with the weight of 8 billion souls, a possibly infinite and cruel humanity, now quickly seeking balance before it was too late.
We had pushed our home to her brink. Now, a beautiful transformation is underway. Smiling strangers began to color my world, their joy reflecting the Earth's newfound harmony. Merchandise, once an extravagant luxury, now seemed accessible to all. The battlefield in Ukraine had given way to peace, a testament to the world healing its wounds.
As I type this out in a clean and rather nicely lit alleyway. I find myself blending into the cosmic expanse, my hands and arms fading away before returning as if the universe wants me to finish. As I turn from a solid entity into an echo of existence. The world moves on, its stride unperturbed by my fading presence. Yet, in my diminishing, I realize my contribution to Earth's balance.
Earth is in the midst of achieving perfection. Many of you won't make it and will be gutted like myself, some of you will stay. The rest of you, I catch glimpses of as I fade, timeliness unaffected and left to die without God.
My final thoughts are not of sorrow, but of serene acceptance and profound understanding. As I phase into the ether, I became a cosmic whisper, a gentle reminder of the necessity for balance and respect for our fragile planet.
2023.06.08 21:36 HungryTreasure What Shampoo/Wash Do You Use?
Iām looking to get my dad a bunch of stuff for this Fatherās Day, and wondering what you all use to control your oily scalp. Any suggestions will be much appreciated!
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2023.06.08 21:36 fire_burner_acct Weighing whether to RE at 15mm
I'm in my mid 30s, father of two very young children not yet in school.
My W2 is variable but has been averaging around 3mm/yr pre tax for the last several years. NW is around 15mm. My job is somewhat stressful and I come home tired every day. But the hours are okay (around 50h/wk), company culture is excellent, I've been here over a decade and Iām close with many coworkers, and I expect this to be my last job where I care about the compensation. (I may consider some passion project type work down the road but have no idea what that would look like yet).
My wife has not returned to work since the kids were born. She might be interested to do so at some point but likely not anytime soon and perhaps not at all.
We're in a VHCOL city, renting currently as we haven't settled on a long term plan yet. It would be great to decide on some plan by the end of this year (though plans may change it'd be great to have a tentative idea), but we're still wrestling with our options.
The main contenders are
(A). I work through the end of this year and move on from my current job. We would then move to a second tier cost of living city. We don't know many people there but do have a few close friends, and we have been considering moving there for a while. There are good public schools, great access to outdoors, good airport, etc. We would buy a home for perhaps around 2.5mm, leaving 12.5mm invested to support a spend of around 250k/yr.
(B). Buy a home in our current city, for perhaps around 6mm. I would continue at my current job for perhaps 5-8 more years, til around age 40 or early forties (and the kids would be halfway through elementary school), before moving on. Possibly our NW could be something like 25-30mm by then depending on investment returns and how long I actually stay at work; excluding primary residence perhaps this is around 20mm invested. Our annual spend may be around 350-500k here depending on some factors including where the kids go to school.
There are some other possibilities we havenāt ruled out yet, but above are the two most likely.
In case the numbers donāt quite āline upā how you expect, Iāll also mention.. Aside from spending on our family, we place a lot of value on charitable contributions. (I actually created this burner account to begin with to shamelessly plug a charity I like https://www.reddit.com/fatFIRE/comments/ru1s0k/comment/hqwzq1m ). Years ago I set for myself a goal of donating as much or more in my lifetime as we spend on ourselves. Iām not sure if weāll maintain that or not, but have donated several million so far, and hope that our modest spend as a % of net worth could allow us to make more progress on this in the years to come.
Overall I think we do like our current lifestyle in our current city more than if we moved, with the fact that our friends are here being a significant but not the only factor. But I would not be comfortable leaving my work given the cost of housing and our projected spending here. (Of course we could plan to spend less in our current city B, but if we were going to do that I would rather move to city A).
In other words, I think option A should be a great life and is compatible with me quitting right away, while option B could be an even slightly better life but I would feel the need to grind away at work another several years first. I do like my work -- probably more than I could imagine liking any other job I could realistically transition to -- but I am quite confident I would enjoy freedom more. So the decision feels very close.
Any thoughts on how to thoroughly make such a decision, stories from anyone who has considered similar in the past, or other questions or comments, welcome.
I may edit this later as a response to questions, though Iāll avoid sharing certain details of course.
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My W2 is variable but has been averaging around 3mm/yr pre tax for the last several years. NW is around 15mm. My job is somewhat stressful and I come home tired every day. But the hours are okay (around 50h/wk), company culture is excellent, I've been here over a decade and Iām close with many coworkers, and I expect this to be my last job where I care about the compensation. (I may consider some passion project type work down the road but have no idea what that would look like yet).
My wife has not returned to work since the kids were born. She might be interested to do so at some point but likely not anytime soon and perhaps not at all.
We're in a VHCOL city, renting currently as we haven't settled on a long term plan yet. It would be great to decide on some plan by the end of this year (though plans may change it'd be great to have a tentative idea), but we're still wrestling with our options.
The main contenders are
(A). I work through the end of this year and move on from my current job. We would then move to a second tier cost of living city. We don't know many people there but do have a few close friends, and we have been considering moving there for a while. There are good public schools, great access to outdoors, good airport, etc. We would buy a home for perhaps around 2.5mm, leaving 12.5mm invested to support a spend of around 250k/yr.
(B). Buy a home in our current city, for perhaps around 6mm. I would continue at my current job for perhaps 5-8 more years, til around age 40 or early forties (and the kids would be halfway through elementary school), before moving on. Possibly our NW could be something like 25-30mm by then depending on investment returns and how long I actually stay at work; excluding primary residence perhaps this is around 20mm invested. Our annual spend may be around 350-500k here depending on some factors including where the kids go to school.
There are some other possibilities we havenāt ruled out yet, but above are the two most likely.
In case the numbers donāt quite āline upā how you expect, Iāll also mention.. Aside from spending on our family, we place a lot of value on charitable contributions. (I actually created this burner account to begin with to shamelessly plug a charity I like https://www.reddit.com/fatFIRE/comments/ru1s0k/comment/hqwzq1m ). Years ago I set for myself a goal of donating as much or more in my lifetime as we spend on ourselves. Iām not sure if weāll maintain that or not, but have donated several million so far, and hope that our modest spend as a % of net worth could allow us to make more progress on this in the years to come.
Overall I think we do like our current lifestyle in our current city more than if we moved, with the fact that our friends are here being a significant but not the only factor. But I would not be comfortable leaving my work given the cost of housing and our projected spending here. (Of course we could plan to spend less in our current city B, but if we were going to do that I would rather move to city A).
In other words, I think option A should be a great life and is compatible with me quitting right away, while option B could be an even slightly better life but I would feel the need to grind away at work another several years first. I do like my work -- probably more than I could imagine liking any other job I could realistically transition to -- but I am quite confident I would enjoy freedom more. So the decision feels very close.
Any thoughts on how to thoroughly make such a decision, stories from anyone who has considered similar in the past, or other questions or comments, welcome.
I may edit this later as a response to questions, though Iāll avoid sharing certain details of course.
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2023.06.08 21:29 Numerous_Accident911 My Father Won't Stop Calling Me
Hi,
I (27F) would really like some advice as to what I can do. My father is a narcissist and is emotionally and mentally abusive. He was physically abusive as I was going up. He also loves to manipulate and manipulated me for YEARS before I saw the truth.
I have communicated with him that I do not want a relationship with him, and he continues to call my phone via restricted and leave a voicemail. This had finally stopped for around six months until last week because I took him to court to try to get an order of protection against him for me and my child (1F). The court denied my request even though there was evidence of stalking because he had not physically harmed me. He showed up to my home multiple times unannounced and banging on the door. He found my car that was outside of a repair shop that is over an hour away from where he lives, and he "just happened" to see it on the side of the road. Mind you, it was behind hedges. He left a note on my car that day. He used to call me, email me, and have other people message me almost every single day. And now he has started calling me at least once a week.
I only want to be left alone. After going to court and trying to get him to stop, I don't know what else I can do at this point. Any advice would be appreciated.
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I (27F) would really like some advice as to what I can do. My father is a narcissist and is emotionally and mentally abusive. He was physically abusive as I was going up. He also loves to manipulate and manipulated me for YEARS before I saw the truth.
I have communicated with him that I do not want a relationship with him, and he continues to call my phone via restricted and leave a voicemail. This had finally stopped for around six months until last week because I took him to court to try to get an order of protection against him for me and my child (1F). The court denied my request even though there was evidence of stalking because he had not physically harmed me. He showed up to my home multiple times unannounced and banging on the door. He found my car that was outside of a repair shop that is over an hour away from where he lives, and he "just happened" to see it on the side of the road. Mind you, it was behind hedges. He left a note on my car that day. He used to call me, email me, and have other people message me almost every single day. And now he has started calling me at least once a week.
I only want to be left alone. After going to court and trying to get him to stop, I don't know what else I can do at this point. Any advice would be appreciated.
2023.06.08 21:27 Far-Ad-6498 My girlfriend's mother commited suicide because of a stupid petty reason(not specified)
Few days ago, my girlfriend called me out for a walk and i was bored sitting at my house so i followed up with her. It was a nice walk and when i felt tired, i went to take a seat, so did she.
Suddenly, her parents appear out of nowhere and i was a bit scared, but she said that its fine so just sit down. I calmed myself a bit and sat and greeted uncle. Uncle reciprocated nicely but when i went to greet the aunt, she escalated the matter saying that she told her not to come at this place but you dont listen to your parents. You dont value them. Whereas it was a simple walking track and a nursery where people walk so she asked her mother that she doesnt see it as a problem. There were some strangers who we didnt even knew and suddenly her mom started calling them thinking those strangers are our friends pretending to be strangers and followed up with my girlfriend.
I told her mother that they are just strangers and im just a friend of her because neither of the parents knew about our relationship. Her mother told me to stop hanging out with her and then proceeds to create a racket.
Moving on, while we were moving to the exit, her mother was going to the wrong way which is, in the jungle. My girlfriend told her that was the wrong route but her mother rudely replies with "who are you to direct me? I know from which direction i came from." We all followed up until her father said not to come any further because if i do the problem will increase. I had to take my leave but still i was in a lookout to see if they managed to get out. Once i found it out i went home right away.
On the other side, my girlfriend and her parents were on the way, her mother suddenly got lost and they were in the search. From here, i dont know if you guys would believe me but when they found her out, her mother was at the hilltop suddenly, her dad went to check if she is alright and started running away from him. She said, "it is either me or that guy". My girlfriend in the middle of her explanation, her mother started screaming, "my daughter doesnt love me. Shes comfortable with her friends than with me" while her father was chasing her down, my girlfriend went home to take a sip.
Suddenly, her mother rushes to her bedroom, locks her room and take a stool and proceeds to hang herself. Her mother blackmails and mentally tortures her since her childhood. And i believe her mother is a psychopath but in the other hand she lost hope in living because other than her daughter, she had many struggles in her family and in her own family she made. She called out her daughter's name and hunged herself. My girlfriend thought that it was her usual day of scaring her and thought she might be going to her village so she was happy that she might get peace there. I have also encountered this moment and i thought it would go back to normal, but nobody, not even her dad and sister thought that her mother would take such a big step. Even me. After some time, she knocked on her mothers door but she wasnt responding so she tried to look below the door and saw her legs were swinging to and fro so it felt pretty unusual for her so she called someone and broke the door and found her mother hanging for half an hour. She was already dead. She was devastated.
My girlfriend already was having trauma but encountering this tragedy made her scared to go back to her own place. She took the blame of her death whereas it was not her fault. It was no one's fault. Her mother took that selfish decision and hunged herself, without thinking about her family, her daughters and her mother. I have no empathy towards her mother because of what she has done to her but despite that, my girlfriend cried for straight 3 days, didnt sleep, didnt eat and was completely drained. She loved her mother despite that. I feel bad for her. I cried alot that day too. My parents shreaked upon her mother and hoped that she will burn in hell because suicide is a sin, but for my girlfriend, she engraved it as her fault and is still in denial. What a petty reason for suicide. I cant even process that her mother killed herself kuz of this. I seriously hate her mother but for her i'd do anything for her to heal even if it means not to speak truth about her mother not resting in peace and preach good on her. We might have different opinions but i love her so much and ill always be there for her as her moral support.
What do you guys think? Her mother killing herself was my girlfriend's fault or was her mother completely selfish?
Please let me know because i wanna let her know that:
"Her death was not her responsibility and it will never be her fault even if her mother called out her name and hunged herself." Even so her mother guilt trapped her own daughter for life and i hate her alot for that.
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Suddenly, her parents appear out of nowhere and i was a bit scared, but she said that its fine so just sit down. I calmed myself a bit and sat and greeted uncle. Uncle reciprocated nicely but when i went to greet the aunt, she escalated the matter saying that she told her not to come at this place but you dont listen to your parents. You dont value them. Whereas it was a simple walking track and a nursery where people walk so she asked her mother that she doesnt see it as a problem. There were some strangers who we didnt even knew and suddenly her mom started calling them thinking those strangers are our friends pretending to be strangers and followed up with my girlfriend.
I told her mother that they are just strangers and im just a friend of her because neither of the parents knew about our relationship. Her mother told me to stop hanging out with her and then proceeds to create a racket.
Moving on, while we were moving to the exit, her mother was going to the wrong way which is, in the jungle. My girlfriend told her that was the wrong route but her mother rudely replies with "who are you to direct me? I know from which direction i came from." We all followed up until her father said not to come any further because if i do the problem will increase. I had to take my leave but still i was in a lookout to see if they managed to get out. Once i found it out i went home right away.
On the other side, my girlfriend and her parents were on the way, her mother suddenly got lost and they were in the search. From here, i dont know if you guys would believe me but when they found her out, her mother was at the hilltop suddenly, her dad went to check if she is alright and started running away from him. She said, "it is either me or that guy". My girlfriend in the middle of her explanation, her mother started screaming, "my daughter doesnt love me. Shes comfortable with her friends than with me" while her father was chasing her down, my girlfriend went home to take a sip.
Suddenly, her mother rushes to her bedroom, locks her room and take a stool and proceeds to hang herself. Her mother blackmails and mentally tortures her since her childhood. And i believe her mother is a psychopath but in the other hand she lost hope in living because other than her daughter, she had many struggles in her family and in her own family she made. She called out her daughter's name and hunged herself. My girlfriend thought that it was her usual day of scaring her and thought she might be going to her village so she was happy that she might get peace there. I have also encountered this moment and i thought it would go back to normal, but nobody, not even her dad and sister thought that her mother would take such a big step. Even me. After some time, she knocked on her mothers door but she wasnt responding so she tried to look below the door and saw her legs were swinging to and fro so it felt pretty unusual for her so she called someone and broke the door and found her mother hanging for half an hour. She was already dead. She was devastated.
My girlfriend already was having trauma but encountering this tragedy made her scared to go back to her own place. She took the blame of her death whereas it was not her fault. It was no one's fault. Her mother took that selfish decision and hunged herself, without thinking about her family, her daughters and her mother. I have no empathy towards her mother because of what she has done to her but despite that, my girlfriend cried for straight 3 days, didnt sleep, didnt eat and was completely drained. She loved her mother despite that. I feel bad for her. I cried alot that day too. My parents shreaked upon her mother and hoped that she will burn in hell because suicide is a sin, but for my girlfriend, she engraved it as her fault and is still in denial. What a petty reason for suicide. I cant even process that her mother killed herself kuz of this. I seriously hate her mother but for her i'd do anything for her to heal even if it means not to speak truth about her mother not resting in peace and preach good on her. We might have different opinions but i love her so much and ill always be there for her as her moral support.
What do you guys think? Her mother killing herself was my girlfriend's fault or was her mother completely selfish?
Please let me know because i wanna let her know that:
"Her death was not her responsibility and it will never be her fault even if her mother called out her name and hunged herself." Even so her mother guilt trapped her own daughter for life and i hate her alot for that.
2023.06.08 21:26 After_Contact_6467 WIBTA if I refuse to go to my boyfriends house because of his family?
I (20F) have been with my boyfriend (23M) for almost 2 years. He and I always had very different lifestyles. His lifestyle comes completely from his family, they all value their mental and physical health a lot, especially his mom, and they've always judged me for it, though I never had "proof", it was just a gut feeling.
Since we started dating, I noticed that his mom basically makes him be the father of his 11 year old sister ( his father isnt around ). Even though I dont like the way his mom treats him, I kept my mouth shut and was nothing but respectful to his mother and sister when I went to their house.
A few months ago, he was moving houses and a friend of ours (22F) had free time so she went over to help him out. During one of those days his mother kept saying "you should spend more time with (friends name) sheĀ“s a good influence" and things like that. I was so fucking mad that she had the nerve to say that and couldnt believe it. Since then I tried to avoid crossing paths with her.
Recently, while we were laying in bed, my bf got a voice message from his brother. When we listened to it, it was his grandmother speaking to his aunt and talking about me, saying that she couldnt believe that he was with someone like me, that I was ugly, that he is so handsome he deserves someone better, that she wishes we never get married, that im an awful person... The moment I heard that I just started crying. Even if I wasnt the biggest fan of his family, I've never been nothing but respectful to them, and just hearing someone talking about me like that hurt.
His mom found out about the message and what his grandma was saying and she got mad at my bf because he didnt tell his grandma that he knew and she defended his grandma and made a bunch of indirect comments about me.
From then on, I decided to stop trying with his family. I was/am done. Whenever I have, for some reason, to talk to them, I say the least I can and dont even try to make small talk, which sometimes makes things awkward, but I dont really care.
Because of this, we have been spendind a lot of time at my house now, even though I live far away from our Uni. His mother has been making comments about it, since I used to go over a lot, and is starting to become annoyed with it because now he isnt home as much and she cant dump his sister on him to go to the park with the yoga group or go bouldering and actually has to be a mother ( she doesnt work during the day, she only works tuesdays and thursdays nights).
She told my bf that either we start spending more time at her house or he cant come over to mine anymore. WIBTA if I refuse to do it, even if I know that its going to create a huge fight between his whole family? (the last big fight they had, my bf ended up having to pay 200ā¬ monthly, because the child support she gets from his father apparently is for her to spend on herself so I'm not sure how bad her reaction can be).
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Since we started dating, I noticed that his mom basically makes him be the father of his 11 year old sister ( his father isnt around ). Even though I dont like the way his mom treats him, I kept my mouth shut and was nothing but respectful to his mother and sister when I went to their house.
A few months ago, he was moving houses and a friend of ours (22F) had free time so she went over to help him out. During one of those days his mother kept saying "you should spend more time with (friends name) sheĀ“s a good influence" and things like that. I was so fucking mad that she had the nerve to say that and couldnt believe it. Since then I tried to avoid crossing paths with her.
Recently, while we were laying in bed, my bf got a voice message from his brother. When we listened to it, it was his grandmother speaking to his aunt and talking about me, saying that she couldnt believe that he was with someone like me, that I was ugly, that he is so handsome he deserves someone better, that she wishes we never get married, that im an awful person... The moment I heard that I just started crying. Even if I wasnt the biggest fan of his family, I've never been nothing but respectful to them, and just hearing someone talking about me like that hurt.
His mom found out about the message and what his grandma was saying and she got mad at my bf because he didnt tell his grandma that he knew and she defended his grandma and made a bunch of indirect comments about me.
From then on, I decided to stop trying with his family. I was/am done. Whenever I have, for some reason, to talk to them, I say the least I can and dont even try to make small talk, which sometimes makes things awkward, but I dont really care.
Because of this, we have been spendind a lot of time at my house now, even though I live far away from our Uni. His mother has been making comments about it, since I used to go over a lot, and is starting to become annoyed with it because now he isnt home as much and she cant dump his sister on him to go to the park with the yoga group or go bouldering and actually has to be a mother ( she doesnt work during the day, she only works tuesdays and thursdays nights).
She told my bf that either we start spending more time at her house or he cant come over to mine anymore. WIBTA if I refuse to do it, even if I know that its going to create a huge fight between his whole family? (the last big fight they had, my bf ended up having to pay 200ā¬ monthly, because the child support she gets from his father apparently is for her to spend on herself so I'm not sure how bad her reaction can be).
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2023.06.08 21:25 SmileHidingPain98 Paid Vacation Rant
TLDR: Iām frustrated af guys
So about a little over a month ago one my TL approached me and said I had accumulated a lot of Paid Vacation and she recommended I start apply for some days offāwhether as a vacation or staycation or day off, whatever. I was very happy. My current schedule with school means I canāt take a proper vacation but I have enough Personal Projects and Day-Trips with friends I could take that I wasnāt to worried about wasting any days. So, I applied for a grand total of 6 days.
3 days to work on some stuff Iād been neglecting around the house, two days off the first weekend in July for a family BBQ that weāve been plannings for ages, and one for Fatherās Day.
Now yesterday I had to schedule an appointment with my therapist so I asked for the day offāno paid vacation, I do these so frequently it seems pointless to do so. And I noticed that all the paid vacation request was still pending. But our main HR Gal was there so I just assumed she saw it and hadnāt gotten to it yet (Big mistake, I know). I also had mentioned to our other HR Gal with the added caveat that I had never applied for Paid Time off before and if there were any problems to let me know so I could correct or assist in correct however I could.
Well I just got my new schedule: Guess who has to work on Fatherās Day despite asking for the Paid Vacation day off at least a month in advanced! Look, but I will be the first to say I probably screwed it up somehowāIāve just never done this before, despite working there long enough to rack up enough Paid Time off as I have.
But still! I asked for that weekend off for another weekend in June so I know Iām not gonna get that and now Iām worried about the first weekend in Julyāthatās the important one.
Iāve staying later a lot recently and all my TLās have said they were gratefulāespecially the one who originally pointed out my surplus of Vacation. So they ask me to take vacation time, I apply for it off, and it gets ignored and i lose one of my days? Forgive me for saying that Iām a little frustrated here! Maybe even disrespected, I donāt know!
My plan is to apply for the weekend in July off as a normal unpaid vacation time, if I can, just to get my bases covered, and then have a talk not only with both HR Gals but with the manager who first brought up my Vacation time as well. Iāll probably call off on Fatherās Day, which sucks because it was a longer shift and I still need money because of school but not only do I work every other day Iām a available that weekāwith the other being time off for actively going to schoolāI wonāt have a day off otherwise!
Thanks for letting me rant here guys. Iām just frustrated about this whole situation and I canāt do anything about it until tomorrow because once Iām out of school today, the store will be closed. Thanks for listening. š„°
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So about a little over a month ago one my TL approached me and said I had accumulated a lot of Paid Vacation and she recommended I start apply for some days offāwhether as a vacation or staycation or day off, whatever. I was very happy. My current schedule with school means I canāt take a proper vacation but I have enough Personal Projects and Day-Trips with friends I could take that I wasnāt to worried about wasting any days. So, I applied for a grand total of 6 days.
3 days to work on some stuff Iād been neglecting around the house, two days off the first weekend in July for a family BBQ that weāve been plannings for ages, and one for Fatherās Day.
Now yesterday I had to schedule an appointment with my therapist so I asked for the day offāno paid vacation, I do these so frequently it seems pointless to do so. And I noticed that all the paid vacation request was still pending. But our main HR Gal was there so I just assumed she saw it and hadnāt gotten to it yet (Big mistake, I know). I also had mentioned to our other HR Gal with the added caveat that I had never applied for Paid Time off before and if there were any problems to let me know so I could correct or assist in correct however I could.
Well I just got my new schedule: Guess who has to work on Fatherās Day despite asking for the Paid Vacation day off at least a month in advanced! Look, but I will be the first to say I probably screwed it up somehowāIāve just never done this before, despite working there long enough to rack up enough Paid Time off as I have.
But still! I asked for that weekend off for another weekend in June so I know Iām not gonna get that and now Iām worried about the first weekend in Julyāthatās the important one.
Iāve staying later a lot recently and all my TLās have said they were gratefulāespecially the one who originally pointed out my surplus of Vacation. So they ask me to take vacation time, I apply for it off, and it gets ignored and i lose one of my days? Forgive me for saying that Iām a little frustrated here! Maybe even disrespected, I donāt know!
My plan is to apply for the weekend in July off as a normal unpaid vacation time, if I can, just to get my bases covered, and then have a talk not only with both HR Gals but with the manager who first brought up my Vacation time as well. Iāll probably call off on Fatherās Day, which sucks because it was a longer shift and I still need money because of school but not only do I work every other day Iām a available that weekāwith the other being time off for actively going to schoolāI wonāt have a day off otherwise!
Thanks for letting me rant here guys. Iām just frustrated about this whole situation and I canāt do anything about it until tomorrow because once Iām out of school today, the store will be closed. Thanks for listening. š„°
2023.06.08 21:24 Far-Ad-6498 My girlfriend's mother commited suicide because of a stupid petty reason(not specified)
Few days ago, my girlfriend called me out for a walk and i was bored sitting at my house so i followed up with her. It was a nice walk and when i felt tired, i went to take a seat, so did she.
Suddenly, her parents appear out of nowhere and i was a bit scared, but she said that its fine so just sit down. I calmed myself a bit and sat and greeted uncle. Uncle reciprocated nicely but when i went to greet the aunt, she escalated the matter saying that she told her not to come at this place but you dont listen to your parents. You dont value them. Whereas it was a simple walking track and a nursery where people walk so she asked her mother that she doesnt see it as a problem. There were some strangers who we didnt even knew and suddenly her mom started calling them thinking those strangers are our friends pretending to be strangers and followed up with my girlfriend.
I told her mother that they are just strangers and im just a friend of her because neither of the parents knew about our relationship. Her mother told me to stop hanging out with her and then proceeds to create a racket.
Moving on, while we were moving to the exit, her mother was going to the wrong way which is, in the jungle. My girlfriend told her that was the wrong route but her mother rudely replies with "who are you to direct me? I know from which direction i came from." We all followed up until her father said not to come any further because if i do the problem will increase. I had to take my leave but still i was in a lookout to see if they managed to get out. Once i found it out i went home right away.
On the other side, my girlfriend and her parents were on the way, her mother suddenly got lost and they were in the search. From here, i dont know if you guys would believe me but when they found her out, her mother was at the hilltop suddenly, her dad went to check if she is alright and started running away from him. She said, "it is either me or that guy". My girlfriend in the middle of her explanation, her mother started screaming, "my daughter doesnt love me. Shes comfortable with her friends than with me" while her father was chasing her down, my girlfriend went home to take a sip.
Suddenly, her mother rushes to her bedroom, locks her room and take a stool and proceeds to hang herself. Her mother blackmails and mentally tortures her since her childhood. And i believe her mother is a psychopath but in the other hand she lost hope in living because other than her daughter, she had many struggles in her family and in her own family she made. She called out her daughter's name and hunged herself. My girlfriend thought that it was her usual day of scaring her and thought she might be going to her village so she was happy that she might get peace there. I have also encountered this moment and i thought it would go back to normal, but nobody, not even her dad and sister thought that her mother would take such a big step. Even me. After some time, she knocked on her mothers door but she wasnt responding so she tried to look below the door and saw her legs were swinging to and fro so it felt pretty unusual for her so she called someone and broke the door and found her mother hanging for half an hour. She was already dead. She was devastated.
My girlfriend already was having trauma but encountering this tragedy made her scared to go back to her own place. She took the blame of her death whereas it was not her fault. It was no one's fault. Her mother took that selfish decision and hunged herself, without thinking about her family, her daughters and her mother. I have no empathy towards her mother because of what she has done to her but despite that, my girlfriend cried for straight 3 days, didnt sleep, didnt eat and was completely drained. She loved her mother despite that. I feel bad for her. I cried alot that day too. My parents shreaked upon her mother and hoped that she will burn in hell because suicide is a sin, but for my girlfriend, she engraved it as her fault and is still in denial. What a petty reason for suicide. I cant even process that her mother killed herself kuz of this. I seriously hate her mother but for her i'd do anything for her to heal even if it means not to speak truth about her mother not resting in peace and preach good on her. We might have different opinions but i love her so much and ill always be there for her as her moral support.
What do you guys think? Her mother killing herself was my girlfriend's fault or was her mother completely selfish?
Please let me know because i wanna let her know that:
"Her death was not her responsibility and it will never be her fault even if her mother called out her name and hunged herself." Even so her mother guilt trapped her own daughter for life and i hate her alot for that.
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Suddenly, her parents appear out of nowhere and i was a bit scared, but she said that its fine so just sit down. I calmed myself a bit and sat and greeted uncle. Uncle reciprocated nicely but when i went to greet the aunt, she escalated the matter saying that she told her not to come at this place but you dont listen to your parents. You dont value them. Whereas it was a simple walking track and a nursery where people walk so she asked her mother that she doesnt see it as a problem. There were some strangers who we didnt even knew and suddenly her mom started calling them thinking those strangers are our friends pretending to be strangers and followed up with my girlfriend.
I told her mother that they are just strangers and im just a friend of her because neither of the parents knew about our relationship. Her mother told me to stop hanging out with her and then proceeds to create a racket.
Moving on, while we were moving to the exit, her mother was going to the wrong way which is, in the jungle. My girlfriend told her that was the wrong route but her mother rudely replies with "who are you to direct me? I know from which direction i came from." We all followed up until her father said not to come any further because if i do the problem will increase. I had to take my leave but still i was in a lookout to see if they managed to get out. Once i found it out i went home right away.
On the other side, my girlfriend and her parents were on the way, her mother suddenly got lost and they were in the search. From here, i dont know if you guys would believe me but when they found her out, her mother was at the hilltop suddenly, her dad went to check if she is alright and started running away from him. She said, "it is either me or that guy". My girlfriend in the middle of her explanation, her mother started screaming, "my daughter doesnt love me. Shes comfortable with her friends than with me" while her father was chasing her down, my girlfriend went home to take a sip.
Suddenly, her mother rushes to her bedroom, locks her room and take a stool and proceeds to hang herself. Her mother blackmails and mentally tortures her since her childhood. And i believe her mother is a psychopath but in the other hand she lost hope in living because other than her daughter, she had many struggles in her family and in her own family she made. She called out her daughter's name and hunged herself. My girlfriend thought that it was her usual day of scaring her and thought she might be going to her village so she was happy that she might get peace there. I have also encountered this moment and i thought it would go back to normal, but nobody, not even her dad and sister thought that her mother would take such a big step. Even me. After some time, she knocked on her mothers door but she wasnt responding so she tried to look below the door and saw her legs were swinging to and fro so it felt pretty unusual for her so she called someone and broke the door and found her mother hanging for half an hour. She was already dead. She was devastated.
My girlfriend already was having trauma but encountering this tragedy made her scared to go back to her own place. She took the blame of her death whereas it was not her fault. It was no one's fault. Her mother took that selfish decision and hunged herself, without thinking about her family, her daughters and her mother. I have no empathy towards her mother because of what she has done to her but despite that, my girlfriend cried for straight 3 days, didnt sleep, didnt eat and was completely drained. She loved her mother despite that. I feel bad for her. I cried alot that day too. My parents shreaked upon her mother and hoped that she will burn in hell because suicide is a sin, but for my girlfriend, she engraved it as her fault and is still in denial. What a petty reason for suicide. I cant even process that her mother killed herself kuz of this. I seriously hate her mother but for her i'd do anything for her to heal even if it means not to speak truth about her mother not resting in peace and preach good on her. We might have different opinions but i love her so much and ill always be there for her as her moral support.
What do you guys think? Her mother killing herself was my girlfriend's fault or was her mother completely selfish?
Please let me know because i wanna let her know that:
"Her death was not her responsibility and it will never be her fault even if her mother called out her name and hunged herself." Even so her mother guilt trapped her own daughter for life and i hate her alot for that.
2023.06.08 21:24 Direct-Mess-6556 What recommended shaft weight/flext for driver of a in-shape 75 year old?
My dad wants a new driver for Father's day and wondering what shaft I should default to? Is there any downside to senior flex? He's fairly fit/strong for a 75 year old but still has a slow swing.
Also going to see if I can get him to a fitting station somewhere near him.
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Also going to see if I can get him to a fitting station somewhere near him.
2023.06.08 21:24 tired_____ Deuteronomy 28.
Deuteronomy 28:15-68
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But if you will not obey the voice of the Lord your God or be careful to do all his commandments and his statutes that I command you today, then all these curses shall come upon you and overtake you. Cursed shall you be in the city, and cursed shall you be in the field. Cursed shall be your basket and your kneading bowl. Cursed shall be the fruit of your womb and the fruit of your ground, the increase of your herds and the young of your flock. Cursed shall you be when you come in, and cursed shall you be when you go out.
"The Lord will send on you curses, confusion, and frustration in all that you undertake to do, until you are destroyed and perish quickly on account of the evil of your deeds, because you have forsaken me. The Lord will make the pestilence stick to you until he has consumed you off the land that you are entering to take possession of it. The Lord will strike you with wasting disease and with fever, inflammation and fiery heat, and with drought and with blight and with mildew. They shall pursue you until you perish. And the heavens over your head shall be bronze, and the earth under you shall be iron. The Lord will make the rain of your land powder. From heaven dust shall come down on you until you are destroyed.
āThe Lord will cause you to be defeated before your enemies. You shall go out one way against them and flee seven ways before them. And you shall be a horror to all the kingdoms of the earth. And your dead body shall be food for all birds of the air and for the beasts of the earth, and there shall be no one to frighten them away. The Lord will strike you with the boils of Egypt, and with tumours and scabs and itch, of which you cannot be healed. The Lord will strike you with madness and blindness and confusion of mind, and you shall grope at noonday, as the blind grope in darkness, and you shall not prosper in your ways. And you shall be only oppressed and robbed continually, and there shall be no one to help you. You shall betroth a wife, but another man shall ravish her. You shall build a house, but you shall not dwell in it. You shall plant a vineyard, but you shall not enjoy its fruit. Your ox shall be slaughtered before your eyes, but you shall not eat any of it. Your donkey shall be seized before your face, but shall not be restored to you. Your sheep shall be given to your enemies, but there shall be no one to help you. Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, while your eyes look on and fail with longing for them all day long, but you shall be helpless. A nation that you have not known shall eat up the fruit of your ground and of all your labours, and you shall be only oppressed and crushed continually, so that you are driven mad by the sights that your eyes see. The Lord will strike you on the knees and on the legs with grievous boils of which you cannot be healed, from the sole of your foot to the crown of your head.
āThe Lord will bring you and your king whom you set over you to a nation that neither you nor your fathers have known. And there you shall serve other gods of wood and stone. And you shall become a horror, a proverb, and a byword among all the peoples where the Lord will lead you away. You shall carry much seed into the field and shall gather in little, for the locust shall consume it. You shall plant vineyards and dress them, but you shall neither drink of the wine nor gather the grapes, for the worm shall eat them. You shall have olive trees throughout all your territory, but you shall not anoint yourself with the oil, for your olives shall drop off. You shall father sons and daughters, but they shall not be yours, for they shall go into captivity. The cricket shall possess all your trees and the fruit of your ground. The sojourner who is among you shall rise higher and higher above you, and you shall come down lower and lower. He shall lend to you, and you shall not lend to him. He shall be the head, and you shall be the tail.
āAll these curses shall come upon you and pursue you and overtake you till you are destroyed, because you did not obey the voice of the Lord your God, to keep his commandments and his statutes that he commanded you. They shall be a sign and a wonder against you and your offspring forever. Because you did not serve the Lord your God with joyfulness and gladness of heart, because of the abundance of all things, therefore you shall serve your enemies whom the Lord will send against you, in hunger and thirst, in nakedness, and lacking everything. And he will put a yoke of iron on your neck until he has destroyed you. The Lord will bring a nation against you from far away, from the end of the earth, swooping down like the eagle, a nation whose language you do not understand, a hard-faced nation who shall not respect the old or show mercy to the young. It shall eat the offspring of your cattle and the fruit of your ground, until you are destroyed; it also shall not leave you grain, wine, or oil, the increase of your herds or the young of your flock, until they have caused you to perish.
āThey shall besiege you in all your towns, until your high and fortified walls, in which you trusted, come down throughout all your land. And they shall besiege you in all your towns throughout all your land, which the Lord your God has given you. And you shall eat the fruit of your womb, the flesh of your sons and daughters, whom the Lord your God has given you, in the siege and in the distress with which your enemies shall distress you. The man who is the most tender and refined among you will begrudge food to his brother, to the wife he embraces, and to the last of the children whom he has left, so that he will not give to any of them any of the flesh of his children whom he is eating, because he has nothing else left, in the siege and in the distress with which your enemy shall distress you in all your towns. The most tender and refined woman among you, who would not venture to set the sole of her foot on the ground because she is so delicate and tender, will begrudge to the husband she embraces, to her son and to her daughter, her afterbirth that comes out from between her feet and her children whom she bears, because lacking everything she will eat them secretly, in the siege and in the distress with which your enemy shall distress you in your towns.
āIf you are not careful to do all the words of this law that are written in this book, that you may fear this glorious and awesome name, the Lord your God, then the Lord will bring on you and your offspring extraordinary afflictions, afflictions severe and lasting, and sicknesses grievous and lasting. And he will bring upon you again all the diseases of Egypt, of which you were afraid, and they shall cling to you. Every sickness also and every affliction that is not recorded in the book of this law, the Lord will bring upon you, until you are destroyed. Whereas you were as numerous as the stars of heaven, you shall be left few in number, because you did not obey the voice of the Lord your God. And as the Lord took delight in doing you good and multiplying you, so the Lord will take delight in bringing ruin upon you and destroying you. And you shall be plucked off the land that you are entering to take possession of it.
āAnd the Lord will scatter you among all peoples, from one end of the earth to the other, and there you shall serve other gods of wood and stone, which neither you nor your fathers have known. And among these nations you shall find no respite, and there shall be no resting place for the sole of your foot, but the Lord will give you there a trembling heart and failing eyes and a languishing soul. Your life shall hang in doubt before you. Night and day you shall be in dread and have no assurance of your life. In the morning you shall say, āIf only it were evening!ā and at evening you shall say, āIf only it were morning!ā because of the dread that your heart shall feel, and the sights that your eyes shall see. And the Lord will bring you back in ships to Egypt, a journey that I promised that you should never make again; and there you shall offer yourselves for sale to your enemies as male and female slaves, but there will be no buyer.ā
2023.06.08 21:23 Remote-Ad-5711 AITA for refusing to cook, ever?
My husband, myself and our 3 kids currently live with (co-own the house) my SIL, her husband, her child and their 3 dogs. It's a 9 bedroom farm house on 18 acres that my husband and SIL inherited years ago. The bills are split as followed: SIL and her husband cover land tax, all streaming services, home insurance and internet ($1400 a month). My husband and I cover water, electric, heat and all food ($1300-$1600 a month). It's usually split pretty evenly. The small chores are split between the kids. The big chores generally fall off on me and me only- as my SIL, her husband and my husband all work 12 hour overnight shifts (they wake up at 4pm, leave for work by 7pm, get home at 6am to sleep), whereas I own and operate my own business from the house that requires very minimal working (though I wouldn't consider it a job because I absolutely fucking love it and it doesn't feel like work). I also take care of their kid and dogs during the day. The arrangement has ALWAYS been that my SIL cooks every meal. Her idea, because her husband won't touch anything unless she cooks it. So I cover all food cost and cover all household chores/her dog and kid maintenance, she cooks all the meals.
Lately she has been complaining every single night about having to cook. For the past 2 weeks alone she has been ordering take out pizza or insisting we have a "fend for yourself" night. On the nights she buys pizza, we all eat together, but on the "fend for yourself" nights, I ONLY cook for my husband and kids (and I usually fed their kid too, I have no problem with that). My husband would cook if I asked but he is busy with all our home or vehicle maintenance or playing with the kids, since he hardly has any time with them. SIL is now complaining about me not cooking for them as well. Saying "you couldn't just cook extra portions?" Or something along those lines. I told her no. I absolutely will not cook for them. As it is, I carry damn near every load in this house so no, I'm not cooking giant meals as well. I mean, I take care of their kid, their dogs, all chores, my own kids, cover all food cost and I work for my business on top of it and all they do is sleep and work. She said she is experiencing burnout and I have no doubt that she's telling the truth. However, I still told her it wasn't my job to prevent that from happening either and I'm not willing to do more just because she's burnt out. My husband and even my BIL are on my side (BIL only because he won't touch food that his wife hasn't prepared) but my SIL is pissed, saying it's a dick move for me to not want to cook for everyone.
ETA: I'm honestly not surprised that this has flipped in to a "sexist" narrative but I will explain further than I already have.
My husband, as I said in the post, would absolutely cook if I asked him to. However, I don't and the reason for that is quite simple. As I stated in my last paragraph, my husband has absolutely no time with our kids. When he is home and awake after working all night, he is either with our kids and getting in as much time with them as he can (because you know, going back to this sexist argument you are creating- it IS important for fathers to be involved with their kids) or he is doing our vehicle and house maintenance. Something that my SILs husband has no idea how to do, so he is constantly trying to fix up our vehicles, get our lawn mowed, tilling my garden that I'm trying to get going, etc. My husband is doing his share in this household beyond working.
My SILs husband "relaxes" when he is here. He sits at his computer playing his video games when he is awake. Him not doing anything is not my issue to address. That is his wife's issue to address. However, she is perfectly fine with HIM not doing anything and simply asks me or my husband instead, using the excuse of "He's a southern boy and wasn't made to work in a kitchen". That is their problem. Not me or my husband's. As I said, I feed their kid on these nights but I will not be feeding her or her husband.
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Lately she has been complaining every single night about having to cook. For the past 2 weeks alone she has been ordering take out pizza or insisting we have a "fend for yourself" night. On the nights she buys pizza, we all eat together, but on the "fend for yourself" nights, I ONLY cook for my husband and kids (and I usually fed their kid too, I have no problem with that). My husband would cook if I asked but he is busy with all our home or vehicle maintenance or playing with the kids, since he hardly has any time with them. SIL is now complaining about me not cooking for them as well. Saying "you couldn't just cook extra portions?" Or something along those lines. I told her no. I absolutely will not cook for them. As it is, I carry damn near every load in this house so no, I'm not cooking giant meals as well. I mean, I take care of their kid, their dogs, all chores, my own kids, cover all food cost and I work for my business on top of it and all they do is sleep and work. She said she is experiencing burnout and I have no doubt that she's telling the truth. However, I still told her it wasn't my job to prevent that from happening either and I'm not willing to do more just because she's burnt out. My husband and even my BIL are on my side (BIL only because he won't touch food that his wife hasn't prepared) but my SIL is pissed, saying it's a dick move for me to not want to cook for everyone.
ETA: I'm honestly not surprised that this has flipped in to a "sexist" narrative but I will explain further than I already have.
My husband, as I said in the post, would absolutely cook if I asked him to. However, I don't and the reason for that is quite simple. As I stated in my last paragraph, my husband has absolutely no time with our kids. When he is home and awake after working all night, he is either with our kids and getting in as much time with them as he can (because you know, going back to this sexist argument you are creating- it IS important for fathers to be involved with their kids) or he is doing our vehicle and house maintenance. Something that my SILs husband has no idea how to do, so he is constantly trying to fix up our vehicles, get our lawn mowed, tilling my garden that I'm trying to get going, etc. My husband is doing his share in this household beyond working.
My SILs husband "relaxes" when he is here. He sits at his computer playing his video games when he is awake. Him not doing anything is not my issue to address. That is his wife's issue to address. However, she is perfectly fine with HIM not doing anything and simply asks me or my husband instead, using the excuse of "He's a southern boy and wasn't made to work in a kitchen". That is their problem. Not me or my husband's. As I said, I feed their kid on these nights but I will not be feeding her or her husband.
2023.06.08 21:22 Oksure90 Juvenile case
Iām needing some insight for my sister āJane,ā and her son, āZach,ā who turned 16 on 5/8/23. Zach spent some time in DYS for burglary, but was released in early 2022. Since his release, he has been on the up and up and trying to stay out of trouble. However, the local law enforcement has been stalking and harassing Zach and his mom since his release. Jane has been followed to and from work. Officers have sat outside her place of business and her home multiple times. A 19-year-old boy went "missing" in April. The police showed up at Janeās house when she wasn't home, and attempted to search her house for the boy without a warrant, stating they believed Zach was responsible for his disappearance. Janeās older son refused to allow the officers inside without a warrant, and they continued to threaten him with a warrant. The missing boy was home the same day he went missing, and had no connection to Zach.
School Resource Officers continued harassing Zach during school. On 5/10/23, they interviewed Zach and his mom regarding and instance of alleged harassment Zach was present for. They weren't able to pin anything on him, and he was allowed to go to class as normal, Jane went to work. Later that day, they arrested Zach for alleged graffiti in the school bathroom. He was immediately taken to County Juvenile Detention 2 hours away, where he has been in solitary ever since. At the first court appearance, the Judge ordered him to stay in custody. No proof or evidence has been provided, in fact, they refused to provide any proof until the trial. Zach has now been in solitary 2 hours from home for almost a month. He finally has a trial date set for 6/22/23, but his public defender is not being very helpful, and just told him to plead guilty, and said he would never be allowed to re-enroll in school in his town, and would be required to enroll in an alternative school in the next town over. His public defender is saying he doesn't think Zach will be allowed home unless he does this.
Jane is low-income. She is a single parent, who was married into an FLDS community at a very young age, which she left in 2011 [Zachās father has done time in prison for SA against his wives]. I'm trying to help her the best that I can. I hate that my nephew is sitting in solitary like this. I've been reaching out to local attorneys to ask for pro-bono assistance with this case, as Jane cannot afford attorney fees, but Iāve been hitting dead ends. Iāve also contacted the ACLU with no response.
We are located in Missouri. And Zach and his family are white, because that seems to matter in our Justice system. š
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School Resource Officers continued harassing Zach during school. On 5/10/23, they interviewed Zach and his mom regarding and instance of alleged harassment Zach was present for. They weren't able to pin anything on him, and he was allowed to go to class as normal, Jane went to work. Later that day, they arrested Zach for alleged graffiti in the school bathroom. He was immediately taken to County Juvenile Detention 2 hours away, where he has been in solitary ever since. At the first court appearance, the Judge ordered him to stay in custody. No proof or evidence has been provided, in fact, they refused to provide any proof until the trial. Zach has now been in solitary 2 hours from home for almost a month. He finally has a trial date set for 6/22/23, but his public defender is not being very helpful, and just told him to plead guilty, and said he would never be allowed to re-enroll in school in his town, and would be required to enroll in an alternative school in the next town over. His public defender is saying he doesn't think Zach will be allowed home unless he does this.
Jane is low-income. She is a single parent, who was married into an FLDS community at a very young age, which she left in 2011 [Zachās father has done time in prison for SA against his wives]. I'm trying to help her the best that I can. I hate that my nephew is sitting in solitary like this. I've been reaching out to local attorneys to ask for pro-bono assistance with this case, as Jane cannot afford attorney fees, but Iāve been hitting dead ends. Iāve also contacted the ACLU with no response.
We are located in Missouri. And Zach and his family are white, because that seems to matter in our Justice system. š
2023.06.08 21:21 ffejyaco21 Post of children
Short story for context: On February last year, my first baby girl was born, she's now 1 year and 4 months old, and even though my wife and I are still struggling a bit and still transitioning to parenthood life, we feel we're the luckiest parents ever and we can't stand the thought of losing my daughter. Then comes my problem, whenever we browse social media, our feed on facebook, twitter or instagram keeps showing other parents stories of how they lost their child, some due to injuries, some due to unfortunate events like a kid dying due to sleeping facing down, some cancer.
I told my wife to never share or send me a story like that ever again because it just hurts too much, before, this kind of things would never phase me and I would just go on about my day but when I started being a father, everything that involves a child getting hurt or dying is too much for me, if I even see 1 picture of a kid that is hurting or has cancer, I think about it all day and the image is burned deep into my head. I just can't stand seeing anything related to a child dying or getting hurt. I keep telling myself that I am doing this (avoiding seeing posts) because I want my morale to always be up and so that when I'm with my daughter, she won't feel I'm sad about something and absorb my mood. But the images... the videos.... a very sick girl trying her best to say "I love you" to her mother before dying, it just won't go away, I keep thinking about it, the image of a young girl found dead sleeping facing down, it's burned into my mind.
But sometimes I'm starting to doubt if what I'm doing is right, is it bad to purposely avoid sad posts about children? Am I being insensitive because I don't want to hear or even look at their pictures? am I doing the wrong thing by avoiding these kinds of posts because maybe some information on it might save the life of my daughter someday? I don't know how to handle these feelings because I've never felt like this before, I need advice or help on how to handle these thoughts and how to handle seeing children getting hurt or dying. I already know that I should turn off all social media or avoid it for sometime, and I will try that. I would appreciate other advices. sorry for the bad english, it's not my mother tongue. I am also very sorry if I can't relay what I'm feeling very clearly, this is the first time i've posted a very personal thing on the internet.
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I told my wife to never share or send me a story like that ever again because it just hurts too much, before, this kind of things would never phase me and I would just go on about my day but when I started being a father, everything that involves a child getting hurt or dying is too much for me, if I even see 1 picture of a kid that is hurting or has cancer, I think about it all day and the image is burned deep into my head. I just can't stand seeing anything related to a child dying or getting hurt. I keep telling myself that I am doing this (avoiding seeing posts) because I want my morale to always be up and so that when I'm with my daughter, she won't feel I'm sad about something and absorb my mood. But the images... the videos.... a very sick girl trying her best to say "I love you" to her mother before dying, it just won't go away, I keep thinking about it, the image of a young girl found dead sleeping facing down, it's burned into my mind.
But sometimes I'm starting to doubt if what I'm doing is right, is it bad to purposely avoid sad posts about children? Am I being insensitive because I don't want to hear or even look at their pictures? am I doing the wrong thing by avoiding these kinds of posts because maybe some information on it might save the life of my daughter someday? I don't know how to handle these feelings because I've never felt like this before, I need advice or help on how to handle these thoughts and how to handle seeing children getting hurt or dying. I already know that I should turn off all social media or avoid it for sometime, and I will try that. I would appreciate other advices. sorry for the bad english, it's not my mother tongue. I am also very sorry if I can't relay what I'm feeling very clearly, this is the first time i've posted a very personal thing on the internet.
2023.06.08 21:19 Temporary_Today4830 Father's day gift
Father's day Is around the corner and I want to make my dad something. I don't want to do anything too big or complex, just something simple he can use. I've already made him a kitchen knife for Christmas so that's off the table. Any ideas? He cooks and grills and works from home at a desk for an idea of who he is.
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2023.06.08 21:16 Jdphotopdx Meta advertising is waaaayyyyy to complicated.
I own a print shop and try to do ads on meta, for my IG page after being told that IG boosts are not as effective. I had a meta marketing person call me and went over things and creating a marketing plan, for which the provided link never even worked. They then refused to respond to emails. The process of creating an ad is incredibly overwhelming. Different ad accounts, campaigns, ad sets, all way too much. I want a simply ad to promote a fathers day sale of one of my products. I see now on the meta business suite page there is a simple "create ad" button. Should I be using that vs the insanity of the ad manager? The worse part is that meta won't even help me give them money. Support is the WORST.
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2023.06.08 21:16 RedsModerator The Reds fell to the Dodgers by a score of 6-0 - Thu, Jun 08 @ 12:35 PM EDT
Dodgers @ Reds - Thu, Jun 08
Game Status: Final - Score: 6-0 Dodgers
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| Dodgers Batters | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | K | LOB | AVG | OBP | SLG | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Betts - RF | 5 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | .255 | .362 | .528 |
| 2 | Freeman, F - 1B | 2 | 1 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | .333 | .407 | .563 |
| 3 | Martinez - DH | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 6 | .269 | .305 | .613 |
| 4 | Muncy - 3B | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 3 | .202 | .332 | .500 |
| 5 | Peralta - LF | 5 | 0 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .261 | .291 | .359 |
| 6 | Vargas, M - 2B | 5 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 5 | .233 | .333 | .430 |
| 7 | Taylor, Ch - SS | 5 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 2 | .210 | .274 | .476 |
| 8 | Outman - CF | 2 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 1 | .232 | .330 | .454 |
| 9 | Barnes, A - C | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 4 | .103 | .193 | .128 |
| Smith, W.D. - C | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .305 | .407 | .532 | |
| Totals | 37 | 6 | 12 | 6 | 5 | 4 | 24 |
| Dodgers |
|---|
| BATTING: 2B: Barnes, A (2, Cruz, F). HR: Taylor, Ch (10, 4th inning off Cruz, F, 0 on, 0 out). TB: Barnes, A 2; Betts; Freeman, F 2; Outman; Peralta 4; Taylor, Ch 5; Vargas, M. RBI: Barnes, A (4); Freeman, F 2 (41); Peralta 2 (22); Taylor, Ch (22). 2-out RBI: Peralta 2. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Barnes, A 2; Vargas, M; Betts 2. SF: Freeman, F. GIDP: Vargas, M. Team RISP: 4-for-8. Team LOB: 13. |
| FIELDING: DP: (Taylor, Ch-Vargas, M-Freeman, F). |
| Reds Batters | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | K | LOB | AVG | OBP | SLG | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Newman - 1B | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | .271 | .335 | .368 |
| 2 | McLain - SS | 4 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 2 | .354 | .404 | .531 |
| 3 | India - 2B | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .279 | .360 | .417 |
| 4 | De La Cruz - 3B | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 3 | .364 | .462 | .909 |
| 5 | Steer - LF | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | .286 | .365 | .482 |
| 6 | Stephenson, T - DH | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 3 | .242 | .325 | .356 |
| 7 | Hopkins - RF | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 1 | .214 | .267 | .214 |
| 8 | Barrero - CF | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | .227 | .306 | .336 |
| 9 | Casali - C | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .167 | .296 | .200 |
| Totals | 32 | 0 | 6 | 0 | 2 | 11 | 16 |
| Reds |
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| BATTING: 2B: Newman (9, Kershaw); McLain (7, Scott, Tay). TB: Barrero; De La Cruz; India; McLain 3; Newman 2. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: McLain; Stephenson, T; De La Cruz; Hopkins; Newman. GIDP: India. Team RISP: 0-for-9. Team LOB: 7. |
| FIELDING: DP: (Ashcraft-India-Newman). |
| Dodgers Pitchers | IP | H | R | ER | BB | K | HR | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Kershaw (W, 8-4) | 7.0 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 9 | 0 | 98-64 | 2.95 |
| Scott, Tay | 2.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 28-19 | 0.00 |
| Totals | 9.0 | 6 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 11 | 0 |
| Reds Pitchers | IP | H | R | ER | BB | K | HR | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Ashcraft (L, 3-5) | 2.2 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 46-26 | 6.78 |
| Cruz, F | 1.1 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 26-16 | 7.29 |
| Young, Al | 1.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 15-10 | 2.84 |
| Salazar | 2.0 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 37-20 | 5.79 |
| Gibaut | 2.0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 35-23 | 3.26 |
| Totals | 9.0 | 12 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 4 | 1 |
| Game Info |
|---|
| IBB: Outman (by Gibaut). |
| HBP: Outman (by Ashcraft); Betts (by Ashcraft); Barnes, A (by Gibaut). |
| Pitch timer violations: Kershaw (pitcher). |
| Pitches-strikes: Kershaw 98-64; Scott, Tay 28-19; Ashcraft 46-26; Cruz, F 26-16; Young, Al 15-10; Salazar 37-20; Gibaut 35-23. |
| Groundouts-flyouts: Kershaw 6-2; Scott, Tay 1-3; Ashcraft 3-2; Cruz, F 0-3; Young, Al 2-0; Salazar 2-1; Gibaut 2-2. |
| Batters faced: Kershaw 27; Scott, Tay 7; Ashcraft 14; Cruz, F 8; Young, Al 4; Salazar 10; Gibaut 10. |
| Inherited runners-scored: Cruz, F 2-0. |
| Umpires: HP: Ron Kulpa. 1B: Jansen Visconti. 2B: Carlos Torres. 3B: Brock Ballou. |
| Weather: 71 degrees, Sunny. |
| Wind: 9 mph, Varies. |
| First pitch: 12:36 PM. |
| T: 2:38. |
| Att: 24,323. |
| Venue: Great American Ball Park. |
| June 8, 2023 |
| Inning | Scoring Play | Score |
|---|---|---|
| Top 3 | Freddie Freeman singles on a ground ball to left fielder Spencer Steer. James Outman scores. Mookie Betts to 2nd. | 1-0 LAD |
| Top 3 | Reds challenged (tag play), call on the field was upheld: David Peralta singles on a line drive to center fielder Jose Barrero. Mookie Betts scores. Freddie Freeman scores. Max Muncy to 2nd. | 3-0 LAD |
| Top 4 | Chris Taylor homers (10) on a fly ball to center field. | 4-0 LAD |
| Top 4 | Austin Barnes doubles (2) on a line drive to left fielder Spencer Steer. James Outman scores. | 5-0 LAD |
| Top 4 | Freddie Freeman out on a sacrifice fly to right fielder TJ Hopkins. Austin Barnes scores. | 6-0 LAD |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dodgers | 0 | 0 | 3 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 6 | 12 | 0 | 13 | |
| Reds | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 6 | 0 | 7 |
Decisions
- Winner: Clayton Kershaw (8-4, 2.95)
- Loser: Graham Ashcraft (3-5, 6.78)
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