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Throwaway account, as i don't want this connected to my other accounts.
My thoughts are erratic, forgive me for bouncing all over the point but I'm trying to include everything I've been thinking and feeling with my reasoning so please bear with me. Gonna be a long one. If you take the time to read all this and provide genuine, thoughtful feedback, know that I'm beyond appreciative.
I had my first child at 19, and his mother and I didn't stay together. He was given a hyphenated combination of our last names, and now all these years later his mother is engaged to another man with their own newborn, and my son calls said man "his other daddy". I understand that as even though i am active in my son's life, my own dad wasn't around and i ended up calling my temporary step-dad "daddy" for a period of time. My son's mom and her fiancé of course have been living together for a while so i don't see anything wrong with that, nor am i bothered by it as long as my son and Mr. Fiancé don't forget who his actual father is.
All that to say that this has led to me being unwilling to have my other children calling another man "daddy", which is one of a few reasons making me feel like i have to stay in my current relationship and eventually tie the knot with my girlfriend - even if i am currently unhappy more often than not and feel as if marriage would be dooming myself to a life of tolerance rather than contentment.
I feel like my current girlfriend is a great person, friend and mother, but many of her tendencies and thought processes tend to irk/frustrate me. I know no one is perfect and any relationship requires work and effort, but I can't help but feel as if there would be someone out there better suited for myself, or if I would just be better off alone.
Before I talk (or complain) about everything I'm unhappy about, I'd like to make it known that I've been 10 relationships before my current one, and i ended 8 of them with 2 of them ended by the girl- much to my chagrin. Those 2 had a pretty big impact on me but not as much as 2 that i ended due to being cheated on. The rest I ended i guess out of boredom? This made me feel as if I wasn't cut out for relationships and I should be alone, but then I end up lonely wanting a relationship. I ended one relationship with a cheater right before the relationship that gave me my firstborn. I never took the time to heal from that and I wasn't ready for a child at the time, so even though i love my son and have always been active in his life, i never thought his mother and I would have a longstanding relationship.
We separated and then i met and began a relationship with the second cheater. At the time I was 21 and she was 33, but i could've swore she was the best thing to ever happen to me. Thing was, she was still living with her ex and I'm sure you can imagine how that went. That whole relationship left me feeling emasculated.
I left that relationship and began a relationship with my current girlfriend not even 3 months later. Needless to say I did no healing, took no time for myself. To make things worse we moved in together within another 3 months, and she found out she was pregnant by the end of the year.
I was actually perfectly content with my only child and had no desire to sire another child at this point in time, but my girlfriend had gotten pregnant in her previous relationship and ended up losing the baby, so her baby fever was at an all time high and she would get depressed whenever we would have sex and I'd cum anywhere other than inside of her. She'd roll over and put her back to me and sulk about it until she went to sleep, sometimes even crying about it. This made me feel Tee-totally terrible so I eventually just 🤷🏾‍♂️ and started finishing inside her to give her the child she wanted. This pregnancy gave me my daughter and I love her to death, she's amazing. We were staying in an apartment complex with roommates, but after finding out she was pregnant we went to stay with her mom. I broke up with her after welcoming the baby due to feelings of discontentment, although we got together again a few months later.
We got our own place and stayed there about a year and a half before I broke up with her again because i felt like i just wasn't the man for her. I told her i didn't want to marry and i don't want anymore kids, mainly just to drive the point as these are things she wants. We separated for 3 or 4 months this time, in which period of time I had sex once with an ex and she had sex once with a coworker. Despite that, we got back together because i had "thought about it" and decided that i didn't mind marrying and having more children. Fast forward a year and we moved to a better home and welcomed our second child together, my 3rd child and 2nd son.
I've thought about and pretty much accepted the concept/fate of marrying my girlfriend. She's been insistent bordering on impatient which I understand. This last time we got back together I told her we'd be wed before our son got here, which was rash on my part. I rush a lot of things but marriage isn't one of them.
I don't know if it's because my girlfriend is the partner in question, but marriage just feels like a huge shackle to me and divorce is a hassle from what I've heard. I don't want to marry just for it to be unhappy and end up in divorce.
Back to: I feel like my current girlfriend is a great person, friend and mother, but many of her tendencies and thought processes tend to irk/frustrate me. I know no one is perfect and any relationship requires work and effort, but I can't help but feel as if there would be someone out there better suited for myself, or if I would just be better off alone.
Here comes the complaining.
I'm an introvert, through and through. I like reading books, i like quiet time, i enjoy having time to myself, I enjoy doing/accomplishing things alone.
My girlfriend has to be the antithesis. She can talk on and on and on for hours on end without nary a breath in between. This isn't as much of an issue as the subject of her conversation- most of the time, there isn't one. It's like 95% of her thoughts come out of her mouth and she expects me to reply and vividly react to it all. It's really kind of draining. I get that as the man i should be glad that I'm the one she's talking to, but sometimes I'd rather enjoy the song that's playing or just have time alone with my thoughts. So most of her dialogue has no real meaning to me, and she often talks/asks questions about things that would be clear to her with just a little observation on her end. A little thought. She's so busy spitting out that 95% thought that she can't use the remaining 5 to come to her own conclusions.
For example, we're riding in the car. It's sunny outside, yet starts to rain. She says, "The devil must be beating his wife". I just look at her like 😐 while internally doing the wtf Jackie Chan face because what kind of sense does that make? She says, "What you've never heard that?" No, because it doesn't make sense. The devil is in theory beneath us so even if he did have a wife and beat her, why would these tears be coming from the sky? Perhaps I'm just a dull rock and too analytical but i feel like we could've both saved our breath on that whole exchange.
Another example. We went to eat, i got a coke to go. It was riding in the front cup holder until i finished it, and threw the empty cup into the trash. A whole ten, fifteen minutes later she asks, "Did you finish your coke?" I just look at her like 😐 while internally doing the wtf Jackie Chan face because are you telling me you didn't see me throw it away while you're right beside me? Do you not see the empty cup holder? I say yea, to which she asks me to hand her her water bottle. I just feel as if she could've taken the time to do some looking and thinking on her own, and just ask me for her water.
We're driving with a gps, she says that she needs me to help her because she doesn't know if it's this exit or the next one. 😐 idk if i can do this for the rest of my life. The route is highlighted on the screen, instead of oh so many feet, the distance is point something miles, and the exit number is on the screen. I tell her to think about it. She takes the wrong exit and gets mad at me.
Other times she is literally just voicing her inner dialogue like "I want a coke", "I'm hot, need to turn on the air", "My head is itching" and she just looks at me waiting for me to say something when I feel like none of this really warrants a reply. I hate small talk but maybe I'm just a stick in the mud.
She asks for help ridiculously often when she doesn't really need any. She could do things on her own most of the time just by freeing up one of her hands or literally thinking about the issue more. She probably tells me "hold this" 15 to 93 times a day. Just put it down? We were eating chinese takeout one night, and with a table right in front of her, she tells me to hold her plate. You know they give you enough food to feed a small village in those flimsy ass trays so the styrofoam bends and she drops her plate on my legs and in the floor before i can get a hold of it. I can't tell you how many times she's asked me for help with something that literally has instructions on it; she just didn't take the time to read it. I point it out and she's like "Oh 😜". It's gotten to the point where other than "think about it", when she asks for help i ask "do you really" and when i feel like she doesn't i resort to a childhood saying of my mother: "USE YOUR NOODLE! And when you're done with your noodle, put it back in your soup and finish your dinner".
To sum these points up, my pride doesn't want my kids acknowledging yet another dad, my girlfriend spits faster than Eminem when I'm a quiet guy, and her problem solving skills are near nonexistent when I'm a self-dependent, figure it out type of guy. I guess these personality differences might stem from our upbringing, as she was raised in a volatile home with her brother, bouncing between her mother and grandmother who both talk just as much as she, while i was raised alone with my mother who also enjoyed quiet time and liked reading and such. BUT-
In addition to this, I don't feel like my girlfriend and I are as sexually compatible as we could be. Our preferences and things we want aren't that different, but i have a much broader taste than she does and I don't ever think I'll achieve sexual freedom with her. I know that some of my fantasies are off the table for her, and others I'm too ashamed to even open up about due to what she's made clear of her stance. She doesn't like the lights on during, she doesn't like eye contact, she isn't very vocal. I wanna see her, look her in the eye, when i talk to her she doesn't talk back and doesn't mention it till we're done. These differences probably come from our experience and lack of with porn and sexual partners. I think I'm her third or fourth relationship. The guy before me she was with for 5 years. I started watching porn at 12 or 13, was running a NSFW tumblr page before tumblr stopped being cool, regularly masturbated. I don't think my girlfriend ever really touched herself before me, and the only time i know of her masturbating was to send me a video like 2 years ago. I want more from out sex life but trying to bring it up is met with mild disgust before rejection. Ideally I want my partner to want to masturbate sometimes, for us both to have toys, for us to explore with ourselves and other people and explore our fantasies. My girlfriend doesn't even have any. This makes me reluctant to marry because I don't wanna give up on all of this without having experienced it.
On top of this is her style of living. Bathroom sink and tub full of hair. Throwing something away- KOBE! -she misses and doesn't pick it up. Preparing food and leaving the scraps and trash on the counter for roaches, rats and ants, i can't stand it. Her side of the bed looks like the empty water bottle monster threw up and she loves to eat before bed but rarely takes her dishes to the kitchen before sleeping, and just throws her trash in the general direction of the can without bothering to just lean over and place it in or at least see if she made it. I'll say something and she'll do better for 2 days and a half, then i feel like i wasted my words. 8 used wash rags left in the shower, not flushing the toilet, she just really kinda sucks at cleaning up after herself until the stars align or mercury is in retrograde or some divine intervention where she wants to do everything in a day. She's a manager at McD's now so she's working a bit more, but she used to be a server with multiple off days through the week while I've had the same job for 6 years working 6 days out the week from 7a-3p, sometimes working 3-3 or 7-7 and it's frustrating to come home with her having laid on the couch all day amidst a house that a torndado ran through. Then when I get home she wants us to clean together, nah I'm tryna sit down somewhere. I still help pickup but why could you not do this in the 10, 12 hours i was gone? At least start on it and i can come in with the assist like an alley-oop.
To top it off is her style of parenting/communication. Her dad is a loud man and he's to thank for the genes I guess, but she's quick to resort to yelling whenever things bother her or the kids don't listen, as if the louder you are the easier it is to understand. Like I said I'm a quiet guy and i consider myself rational so i like to slow down and calmly talk about things, talk to kids with a level head and tone when they're wrong and talk to her in a calm tone whenever we have any altercations. She normally beats me to the punch with child reprimands since those thoughts have been bubbling in her mouth, and i don't like the yelling at all. After she gets done yelling I'll usually come behind to tell the kids what went wrong and why it was/why they shouldn't do that. But due to my level-headedness she sees that as me not caring, and when i ask her to calm her tone she says it's just how she reacts when upset. The kids act drastically different when they're alone with me versus alone with her, going from minding to whiny/crying whenever she gets to yelling.
Besides the yelling and too high expectations for small children, i do think she's a good mom, i just wish she'd handle things differently sometimes.
To sum these points up, I'm worried about sexual fulfillment, cleanliness (having to pick up after 3 kids and an adult), and temperament/attitude once married.
I know these things take effort but I feel like she just isn't as conscious about it as I am, and when i try to explain why i think she could/should do things differently/more efficiently, she takes it as me criticizing her and belittling her. It feels like I'm in a relationship with a child sometimes as far as her tendencies go.
Is marriage really the best option? Should we spend some time apart or end things for good?
Despite all of this we don't have a bad 1 on 1 relationship, when it's good it's great but when it's bad i can't help but wonder. I get pensive. Is marriage the best course of action for my life, for her life, for our kids? Would we all be able to grow and develop better with mom and dad separated? Is there someone better for me, someone better for her out there?
I've already gotten the supplies I had in mind ready to propose to her in a way she would love and i am happy with, i just have yet to buy a ring. It's a huge commitment that i don't want to end in disaster and resentment.

Throwaway account, as i don't want this connected to my other accounts.
My thoughts are erratic, forgive me for bouncing all over the point but I'm trying to include everything I've been thinking and feeling with my reasoning so please bear with me. Gonna be a long one. If you take the time to read all this and provide genuine, thoughtful feedback, know that I'm beyond appreciative.
I had my first child at 19, and his mother and I didn't stay together. He was given a hyphenated combination of our last names, and now all these years later his mother is engaged to another man with their own newborn, and my son calls said man "his other daddy". I understand that as even though i am active in my son's life, my own dad wasn't around and i ended up calling my temporary step-dad "daddy" for a period of time. My son's mom and her fiancé of course have been living together for a while so i don't see anything wrong with that, nor am i bothered by it as long as my son and Mr. Fiancé don't forget who his actual father is.
All that to say that this has led to me being unwilling to have my other children calling another man "daddy", which is one of a few reasons making me feel like i have to stay in my current relationship and eventually tie the knot with my girlfriend - even if i am currently unhappy more often than not and feel as if marriage would be dooming myself to a life of tolerance rather than contentment.
I feel like my current girlfriend is a great person, friend and mother, but many of her tendencies and thought processes tend to irk/frustrate me. I know no one is perfect and any relationship requires work and effort, but I can't help but feel as if there would be someone out there better suited for myself, or if I would just be better off alone.
Before I talk (or complain) about everything I'm unhappy about, I'd like to make it known that I've been 10 relationships before my current one, and i ended 8 of them with 2 of them ended by the girl- much to my chagrin. Those 2 had a pretty big impact on me but not as much as 2 that i ended due to being cheated on. The rest I ended i guess out of boredom? This made me feel as if I wasn't cut out for relationships and I should be alone, but then I end up lonely wanting a relationship. I ended one relationship with a cheater right before the relationship that gave me my firstborn. I never took the time to heal from that and I wasn't ready for a child at the time, so even though i love my son and have always been active in his life, i never thought his mother and I would have a longstanding relationship.
We separated and then i met and began a relationship with the second cheater. At the time I was 21 and she was 33, but i could've swore she was the best thing to ever happen to me. Thing was, she was still living with her ex and I'm sure you can imagine how that went. That whole relationship left me feeling emasculated.
I left that relationship and began a relationship with my current girlfriend not even 3 months later. Needless to say I did no healing, took no time for myself. To make things worse we moved in together within another 3 months, and she found out she was pregnant by the end of the year.
I was actually perfectly content with my only child and had no desire to sire another child at this point in time, but my girlfriend had gotten pregnant in her previous relationship and ended up losing the baby, so her baby fever was at an all time high and she would get depressed whenever we would have sex and I'd cum anywhere other than inside of her. She'd roll over and put her back to me and sulk about it until she went to sleep, sometimes even crying about it. This made me feel Tee-totally terrible so I eventually just 🤷🏾‍♂️ and started finishing inside her to give her the child she wanted. This pregnancy gave me my daughter and I love her to death, she's amazing. We were staying in an apartment complex with roommates, but after finding out she was pregnant we went to stay with her mom. I broke up with her after welcoming the baby due to feelings of discontentment, although we got together again a few months later.
We got our own place and stayed there about a year and a half before I broke up with her again because i felt like i just wasn't the man for her. I told her i didn't want to marry and i don't want anymore kids, mainly just to drive the point as these are things she wants. We separated for 3 or 4 months this time, in which period of time I had sex once with an ex and she had sex once with a coworker. Despite that, we got back together because i had "thought about it" and decided that i didn't mind marrying and having more children. Fast forward a year and we moved to a better home and welcomed our second child together, my 3rd child and 2nd son.
I've thought about and pretty much accepted the concept/fate of marrying my girlfriend. She's been insistent bordering on impatient which I understand. This last time we got back together I told her we'd be wed before our son got here, which was rash on my part. I rush a lot of things but marriage isn't one of them.
I don't know if it's because my girlfriend is the partner in question, but marriage just feels like a huge shackle to me and divorce is a hassle from what I've heard. I don't want to marry just for it to be unhappy and end up in divorce.
Back to: I feel like my current girlfriend is a great person, friend and mother, but many of her tendencies and thought processes tend to irk/frustrate me. I know no one is perfect and any relationship requires work and effort, but I can't help but feel as if there would be someone out there better suited for myself, or if I would just be better off alone.
Here comes the complaining.
I'm an introvert, through and through. I like reading books, i like quiet time, i enjoy having time to myself, I enjoy doing/accomplishing things alone.
My girlfriend has to be the antithesis. She can talk on and on and on for hours on end without nary a breath in between. This isn't as much of an issue as the subject of her conversation- most of the time, there isn't one. It's like 95% of her thoughts come out of her mouth and she expects me to reply and vividly react to it all. It's really kind of draining. I get that as the man i should be glad that I'm the one she's talking to, but sometimes I'd rather enjoy the song that's playing or just have time alone with my thoughts. So most of her dialogue has no real meaning to me, and she often talks/asks questions about things that would be clear to her with just a little observation on her end. A little thought. She's so busy spitting out that 95% thought that she can't use the remaining 5 to come to her own conclusions.
For example, we're riding in the car. It's sunny outside, yet starts to rain. She says, "The devil must be beating his wife". I just look at her like 😐 while internally doing the wtf Jackie Chan face because what kind of sense does that make? She says, "What you've never heard that?" No, because it doesn't make sense. The devil is in theory beneath us so even if he did have a wife and beat her, why would these tears be coming from the sky? Perhaps I'm just a dull rock and too analytical but i feel like we could've both saved our breath on that whole exchange.
Another example. We went to eat, i got a coke to go. It was riding in the front cup holder until i finished it, and threw the empty cup into the trash. A whole ten, fifteen minutes later she asks, "Did you finish your coke?" I just look at her like 😐 while internally doing the wtf Jackie Chan face because are you telling me you didn't see me throw it away while you're right beside me? Do you not see the empty cup holder? I say yea, to which she asks me to hand her her water bottle. I just feel as if she could've taken the time to do some looking and thinking on her own, and just ask me for her water.
We're driving with a gps, she says that she needs me to help her because she doesn't know if it's this exit or the next one. 😐 idk if i can do this for the rest of my life. The route is highlighted on the screen, instead of oh so many feet, the distance is point something miles, and the exit number is on the screen. I tell her to think about it. She takes the wrong exit and gets mad at me.
Other times she is literally just voicing her inner dialogue like "I want a coke", "I'm hot, need to turn on the air", "My head is itching" and she just looks at me waiting for me to say something when I feel like none of this really warrants a reply. I hate small talk but maybe I'm just a stick in the mud.
She asks for help ridiculously often when she doesn't really need any. She could do things on her own most of the time just by freeing up one of her hands or literally thinking about the issue more. She probably tells me "hold this" 15 to 93 times a day. Just put it down? We were eating chinese takeout one night, and with a table right in front of her, she tells me to hold her plate. You know they give you enough food to feed a small village in those flimsy ass trays so the styrofoam bends and she drops her plate on my legs and in the floor before i can get a hold of it. I can't tell you how many times she's asked me for help with something that literally has instructions on it; she just didn't take the time to read it. I point it out and she's like "Oh 😜". It's gotten to the point where other than "think about it", when she asks for help i ask "do you really" and when i feel like she doesn't i resort to a childhood saying of my mother: "USE YOUR NOODLE! And when you're done with your noodle, put it back in your soup and finish your dinner".
To sum these points up, my pride doesn't want my kids acknowledging yet another dad, my girlfriend spits faster than Eminem when I'm a quiet guy, and her problem solving skills are near nonexistent when I'm a self-dependent, figure it out type of guy. I guess these personality differences might stem from our upbringing, as she was raised in a volatile home with her brother, bouncing between her mother and grandmother who both talk just as much as she, while i was raised alone with my mother who also enjoyed quiet time and liked reading and such. BUT-
In addition to this, I don't feel like my girlfriend and I are as sexually compatible as we could be. Our preferences and things we want aren't that different, but i have a much broader taste than she does and I don't ever think I'll achieve sexual freedom with her. I know that some of my fantasies are off the table for her, and others I'm too ashamed to even open up about due to what she's made clear of her stance. She doesn't like the lights on during, she doesn't like eye contact, she isn't very vocal. I wanna see her, look her in the eye, when i talk to her she doesn't talk back and doesn't mention it till we're done. These differences probably come from our experience and lack of with porn and sexual partners. I think I'm her third or fourth relationship. The guy before me she was with for 5 years. I started watching porn at 12 or 13, was running a NSFW tumblr page before tumblr stopped being cool, regularly masturbated. I don't think my girlfriend ever really touched herself before me, and the only time i know of her masturbating was to send me a video like 2 years ago. I want more from out sex life but trying to bring it up is met with mild disgust before rejection. Ideally I want my partner to want to masturbate sometimes, for us both to have toys, for us to explore with ourselves and other people and explore our fantasies. My girlfriend doesn't even have any. This makes me reluctant to marry because I don't wanna give up on all of this without having experienced it.
On top of this is her style of living. Bathroom sink and tub full of hair. Throwing something away- KOBE! -she misses and doesn't pick it up. Preparing food and leaving the scraps and trash on the counter for roaches, rats and ants, i can't stand it. Her side of the bed looks like the empty water bottle monster threw up and she loves to eat before bed but rarely takes her dishes to the kitchen before sleeping, and just throws her trash in the general direction of the can without bothering to just lean over and place it in or at least see if she made it. I'll say something and she'll do better for 2 days and a half, then i feel like i wasted my words. 8 used wash rags left in the shower, not flushing the toilet, she just really kinda sucks at cleaning up after herself until the stars align or mercury is in retrograde or some divine intervention where she wants to do everything in a day. She's a manager at McD's now so she's working a bit more, but she used to be a server with multiple off days through the week while I've had the same job for 6 years working 6 days out the week from 7a-3p, sometimes working 3-3 or 7-7 and it's frustrating to come home with her having laid on the couch all day amidst a house that a torndado ran through. Then when I get home she wants us to clean together, nah I'm tryna sit down somewhere. I still help pickup but why could you not do this in the 10, 12 hours i was gone? At least start on it and i can come in with the assist like an alley-oop.
To top it off is her style of parenting/communication. Her dad is a loud man and he's to thank for the genes I guess, but she's quick to resort to yelling whenever things bother her or the kids don't listen, as if the louder you are the easier it is to understand. Like I said I'm a quiet guy and i consider myself rational so i like to slow down and calmly talk about things, talk to kids with a level head and tone when they're wrong and talk to her in a calm tone whenever we have any altercations. She normally beats me to the punch with child reprimands since those thoughts have been bubbling in her mouth, and i don't like the yelling at all. After she gets done yelling I'll usually come behind to tell the kids what went wrong and why it was/why they shouldn't do that. But due to my level-headedness she sees that as me not caring, and when i ask her to calm her tone she says it's just how she reacts when upset. The kids act drastically different when they're alone with me versus alone with her, going from minding to whiny/crying whenever she gets to yelling.
Besides the yelling and too high expectations for small children, i do think she's a good mom, i just wish she'd handle things differently sometimes.
To sum these points up, I'm worried about sexual fulfillment, cleanliness (having to pick up after 3 kids and an adult), and temperament/attitude once married.
I know these things take effort but I feel like she just isn't as conscious about it as I am, and when i try to explain why i think she could/should do things differently/more efficiently, she takes it as me criticizing her and belittling her. It feels like I'm in a relationship with a child sometimes as far as her tendencies go.
Is marriage really the best option? Should we spend some time apart or end things for good?
Despite all of this we don't have a bad 1 on 1 relationship, when it's good it's great but when it's bad i can't help but wonder. I get pensive. Is marriage the best course of action for my life, for her life, for our kids? Would we all be able to grow and develop better with mom and dad separated? Is there someone better for me, someone better for her out there?
I've already gotten the supplies I had in mind ready to propose to her in a way she would love and i am happy with, i just have yet to buy a ring. It's a huge commitment that i don't want to end in disaster and resentment.
Sorry for the book. Thoughts/advice greatly appreciated.

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This file comes from accounts of the [REDACTED] incident that took place [REDACTED].
The memories of [REDACTED] were successfully acquired for the best possible retelling.
The account:
PROLOGUE
Weather reports are saying a massive blizzard from the northernmost parts of Alaska will begin making its way down the west coast. Most are saying that the storm will hit us next week. People are calling it the storm of the decade, so sorry folks it looks like spring hasn’t sprung just yet.
The reporter continued but I stopped listening as my dad sputtered out: “Why in the heck do they expect me to believe that? This is bull crap I’m telling you complete bull crap. Blizzards don’t happen in April!”
Part of me wanted to stop and explain to him why the newsman was probably right but I knew my dad wouldn’t believe me. You see, in his old age, my dad had become quite well crazy. He didn’t trust anyone or anything and had gotten really into conspiracy theories.
“Dad, you can’t just dismiss facts and science like that,” My sister Gretchen said.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. They don’t know what they’re talking about, if you had only seen…” My dad was yelling before I cut him off, “Shut up!”
“Why the heck do you think you can talk to your daughter like that!” I screamed at him.
“What the heck, you’re talking like she wasn’t the one who was trying to tell me what to do!” He yelled again, and at this point, I gave up and left the room.
I found Gretchen. She stood in front of the mirror in the hall I stood next to her and looked into the reflection despite me and Gretchen being 9 years apart and having different moms we almost looked like twins. We both had short straight black hair, dark brown eyes, pale complections, and stood nearly the same height.
“I miss how he used to be,” She said somberly.
“I know me too sis,” I said leaning in and hugging her.
“Let's go,” She said softly.
I nodded and we both left, not bothering to say goodbye. I drove the short 20-minute drive to our house.
When Gretchen was 8 her mom died and my dad remarried a year later and they had me. They bought a small 1 story house in a nice rural neighborhood, then two years later they divorced and my mother got authority over us kids. Me and Gretchen never really moved out, because well the house was big. Despite being one story it was quite spacious and oddly built. It was much longer than it was wide. One long hallway ran the whole interior from the fireplace on one end of the house. To the fireplace on the other end of the house. It had a small kitchen, dining room, and four bedrooms along with a tiny library. In addition, it had a basement. The basement was like a large studio apartment with a kitchen/dining room, 2 bedrooms, and a large hang-out area.
Me and Gretchen walked inside and were immediately greeted by May, Moore, and Herman, our three dogs. May and Moore were both Australian shepherds, and Herman was an absolutely massive Saint Bernard.
Herman jumped up onto me, almost making me topple to the ground.
“Woah, easy boy,” I exclaimed, giving the big dog a pat on the head as I pushed him off.
“Hi sweeties,” I heard our mom say from the kitchen.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw Mom busy making dinner. Our mom was short with long brown hair and bright blue eyes
“Hi Mom,” I greeted, stepping over and giving her a huge hug.
“Where’s Chloe?” I asked quickly.
“And where’s the kids?” Gretchen asked after also hugging Mom.
“Chloe's downstairs playing with the kids,” Mom explained.
We both hurried down the hall and then down the stairs into the lounge. A mess of legos was on the floor and playing in this mess was Gretchen's sons.
Her first son was named Alby. He is 8 and is rather quiet, he usually has his head in a book and the only thing that consistently gets him outside is the dogs, or going fishing with his dad. Like his mom, he has straight black hair. He wears rectangular glasses and has hazel eyes.
The Second is Alan. Alan is 5 and is always wanting to play having a seemingly endless amount of energy. He had dirty blonde hair with hazel eyes and is fairly tall and stocky for his age.
Third and last is Aaron. Aaron is 3, and he doesn’t talk much. He is almost like Alan's shadow following him along and doing the same thing as Alan. He is tiny with blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
Alan and Aaron were seemingly having a war with Lego dinosaurs, Alby seemed to be constructing a car, and sitting on the couch behind them was Chloe.
Chloe is very pretty with light silky blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, icy blue eyes that seemed almost impossible to look away from, pale skin, and an adorable smile.
The moment me and Gretchen were down those stairs Alan and Aaron had run up and hugged her.
“Mommy mommy!” They both yelled in excitement.
Chloe perked up and gave me a huge smile.
“Hi babe, didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” She exclaimed as she got up and hugged me.
“My dad yelled at Gretchen,” I said simply and we left it at that.
The blizzard people are now calling snowmageddon should hit us tomorrow and will likely cause a complete loss of power, and the government is mandating that by tomorrow no one is allowed to exit or leave town. They did not try to better explain this…
Chloe clicked off the tv. The storm was already making her nervous enough and she wanted to hear nothing more about it.
“Are you sure we have enough firewood?” Chloe asked, looking at me worried.
“We’ve got enough firewood to last three winters, babe,” I exaggerated.
“What about food, do we have enough food?” She asked, my words not getting to her.
“We could use a few more things, but I’m going to…” I was saying before Chloe interrupted: “Let's go now I want to make sure we have everything we need.”
“Ok babe, I’ll go get my jacket,” I said standing up from the couch and walking over to the bedroom.
I grabbed my jacket and shoes and met Chloe upstairs by the front door. She seemed excited that she wasn’t sitting around worrying and I think that’s why she wanted to go so bad.
“Hey Mom, Gretchen, we are going to the store, do you guys need anything?” I asked them both who were sitting in the kitchen.
“We need batteries, Joey.” My mom responded simply.
“Ok, batteries, anything else?”
“Nope,” They both said quickly.
Me and Chloe stepped outside the house and walked over to my jeep and got in. I pulled out of the driveway and looked around, our neighborhood had a very interesting layout. The houses were spaced out but not an extraordinary amount, just more than you’d see in the average neighborhood. Each house was probably 400 feet apart from each other. Our neighborhood also had a lot of trees, so many in fact that it was hard to see your neighbor's house through them. I could vaguely make out the Marley's house to the right, and to the left, I saw the Richardson's house. Both were older couples that had far much more than they needed.
But the more important thing I observed was that it seemed everyone was packing up. Multiple cars were out in their driveways with people hurriedly rushing in and out of the house with things. I pulled up next to the Richardsons' car and rolled down the window.
“Hey Greg, y'all leaving?” I asked, giving him a polite smile.
Greg Richardson looked over from the back of his van: “Yep, some people are saying the mountains are going to slow down the storm and that it could be here for a few days, so we’re leaving to be on the safe side.” He explained.
“I haven’t heard anything about that,” I exclaimed, a little more concerned about the blizzard now.
“Yeah, well y’all be safe,” He said, giving us a smile and a wave.
“You too,” I said, giving him a wave and then continuing our journey toward the store.
“Wow, there’s a lot of people leaving,” Chloe exclaimed with a slight shock and fear in her voice.
I let my eyes wander while trying to keep my eyes on the road. She was right, almost everyone was leaving town.
“Do you think we should leave?” Chloe asked me, eyeing the packed cars.
“No point, even if we wanted to, the storm would probably catch us in traffic because of all the people leaving,” I said and noticed her momentary worries dissipate.
After a couple of minutes, we pulled in front of the store. It was old, still styled like a store in the 80s. It was very busy today and me and Chloe had to park on the street. As we walked toward the store I felt a chill in the air. I could tell Chloe felt it too because she wrapped one arm around me and cuddled next to me as we walked.
We entered the store and it looked like a tornado had gone through it. Things were lying on the floor and almost everything was gone. There was a long line in front of the counter where the cashier sat. I knew the cashier, her name was Lacy, she was 17 and the daughter of the owner. Just then the owner Carl appeared from around the corner.
Carl was a very short guy with round glasses, dark brown hair, and a very poor attempt at a comb-over.
“Hey Joey and Chloe,” He greeted a large smile etched on his face.
We both smiled back, “How are you doing Carl?” Chloe asked.
“Doing the best I can, basically everyone who’s staying in town has come to stock up.” He explained, “You two staying in town?” He then asked.
“Yeah, just going to hold out,” I grinned a little excited to spend a few days not having to do anything.
“Alright, well if you need anything just give a holler,” He instructed before hurrying off to do something.
Me and Chloe grabbed baskets and split up to get everything we needed.
We met by the register after and waited in line during which I got a call. I pulled my phone out and saw it was from Dad. I thought about not answering but decided I’d better answer.
Before I could even greet him my dad had started on a rant: “Joey you and everybody need to get out of town right now. You gotta get out of there, they’ll escape from the lab and kill you if you don’t… their creatures they’ll kill you…” He tried to continue but I interrupted him, “I don’t know what you're going on about but I’m done.”
I hung up and Chloe gave me a worried look: “Who was it?”
“My dad, going off on his ramblings again,” I told her simply.
She nodded: “Anything I should know?”
“No he’s just being paranoid,” I explained.
We both stood there for a minute watching more people around the store fill their carts with things. One woman behind us had a shopping cart full of toilet paper. Then I noticed Chloe’s head turn toward the window.
“Hey look, it's started,” She exclaimed looking out the window.
I looked out and saw snow slowly beginning to fall to the ground, and I felt a deep sense of dread as it did.

Found in northern Alabama. Caught this guy heading across the kitchen floor. Not aggressive at all.

I'm a fun guy...extroverted in my circles and when needed, and extremely well spoken (also, when needed)... I fit in with most crowds. I can do black tie and the theatre and I can do blue jeans and a backyard bonfire. I have an eclectic taste in music, food and movies. I love the summer months but enjoy the winter holidays (especially Halloween and Thanksgiving). I'm funny and love others with a sense of humor. Laughing is a big deal for me, and my taste in "funny" can be pretty perverse at times lol... laughter is the best medicine. I'm a business owner, a racecar driver (not really, but I try to be lol), and I'm extremely good in the kitchen. I also love thrift shopping... it's one of those things that I find relaxing lol
I'm sick of the same thing everyday.. I need funny and smart people in my life that I can talk to who aren't crazy, tell it like it is, know when it's okay to scream something hilarious at the top of your lungs and know when to shut the hell up and wait a bit lol! I want someone with a healthy sexual drive (not saying I'm just here looking to DO you lol, but I've found that pretty much everyone with issues in that department [either always needing it, or never wanting it] end up needing to work on themselves more for various reasons and I'm at the point in my life where I just want something else...for reference, that used to be me, and I needed the time to work on myself... I'm past it lol).
I don't buy into social norms. I'm a proud ally of the LGBTQ community, I think stay-at-home parents are totally fine in our society, regardless of gender,, and I will NEVER pay a speed camera ticket, purely on principle..not that I get many, just saying 😉
If that sounds like someone you might want to be friends with DM me and we can learn more about one another!
LIKES: Family Gatherings - Music in Literally Every Genre (except death metal) - Cooking (and eating) - Period Dramas (specifically Outlander and Downton Abbey) - Comedy - Travel - Gardening - The Universe and deep non-religious spiritual discussion - Real Art and the History and Meaning within - History - Deep Conversation and Debate
DISLIKES: Politics - Narcissists - Reality TV - Celebrity Gossip - Winter (after the first few weeks) - Things/People who waste my (or other's) Time - Religious Conversation
Naturally, I'm much more complex than the words in my post, but if you like what you're reading, hit me up and learn more!
All the best,
GM

Selling my home. I totally get the inspection part of the deal, but come on. This guy says that one zone of the boiler doesn't work and to call a pro. It works just fine, he didn't even try the thermostat. He says kitchen doesn't have a gfci, it does. Plain as day in the panel, which is totally cool in this area. Says there's an active leak in the roof. It's been raining here for three weeks, raining on inspection day. His meter shows 8%. Normal is 3-17. One of the bricks lining the inside of the woodstove has a crack. He says that can cause toxic gasses to escape. They are literally only there to be heat sinks. So now I'm tasked with the job of hiring all these pros to say that everything is ok. The brain damage of the whole thing is the rub here. Why even have this guy in if I'm gonna hire all these guys anyway? How is this even kinda ok? I shared my frustration with my realtor...she said that's just the way it works.

I'm a fun guy...extroverted in my circles and when needed, and extremely well spoken (also, when needed)... I fit in with most crowds. I can do black tie and the theatre and I can do blue jeans and a backyard bonfire. I have an eclectic taste in music, food and movies. I love the summer months but enjoy the winter holidays (especially Halloween and Thanksgiving). I'm funny and love others with a sense of humor. Laughing is a big deal for me, and my taste in "funny" can be pretty perverse at times lol... laughter is the best medicine. I'm a business owner, a racecar driver (not really, but I try to be lol), and I'm extremely good in the kitchen. I also love thrift shopping... it's one of those things that I find relaxing lol
I'm sick of the same thing everyday.. I need funny and smart people in my life that I can talk to who aren't crazy, tell it like it is, know when it's okay to scream something hilarious at the top of your lungs and know when to shut the hell up and wait a bit lol! I want someone with a healthy sexual drive (not saying I'm just here looking to DO you lol, but I've found that pretty much everyone with issues in that department [either always needing it, or never wanting it] end up needing to work on themselves more for various reasons and I'm at the point in my life where I just want something else...for reference, that used to be me, and I needed the time to work on myself... I'm past it lol).
I don't buy into social norms. I'm a proud ally of the LGBTQ community, I think stay-at-home parents are totally fine in our society, regardless of gender,, and I will NEVER pay a speed camera ticket, purely on principle..not that I get many, just saying 😉
If that sounds like someone you might want to be friends with DM me and we can learn more about one another!
LIKES: Family Gatherings - Music in Literally Every Genre (except death metal) - Cooking (and eating) - Period Dramas (specifically Outlander and Downton Abbey) - Comedy - Travel - Gardening - The Universe and deep non-religious spiritual discussion - Real Art and the History and Meaning within - History - Deep Conversation and Debate
DISLIKES: Politics - Narcissists - Reality TV - Celebrity Gossip - Winter (after the first few weeks) - Things/People who waste my (or other's) Time - Religious Conversation
Naturally, I'm much more complex than the words in my post, but if you like what you're reading, hit me up and learn more!
All the best,
GM

I'm a 19-year-old guy who's ready to dive into the exciting world of gay dating. If you're looking for someone genuine and down-to-earth, then keep reading because we might just hit it off.
Physically, I'm 5'10" with a lean build. My eyes are my best feature, and my dark hair adds a bit of mystery. I like to play around with my style, experimenting with different looks that reflect my personality and make a statement.
But let's get to the important stuff. I'm all about personal growth and expanding my horizons. Education is crucial to me, and I'm constantly seeking new experiences to learn from. Whether it's reading, exploring new places, or engaging in deep conversations, I thrive on intellectual stimulation.
While I enjoy my own company, I believe life is better when you share it with the right people. I'm a compassionate listener and always there for my friends and loved ones. Genuine connections are important to me, and I'm looking for someone who values honesty and kindness.
When I'm not exploring the depths of my mind, you can find me out in nature. I find peace and inspiration in the great outdoors, whether it's hiking through forests or lounging on a quiet beach. And as a food lover, I'm always up for trying new dishes and cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
So, here's what I'm looking for in a potential partner: someone who's real, someone who embraces their true self without fear or hesitation. A good sense of humor is essential because life is too short not to laugh. I want someone who's up for spontaneous adventures and appreciates the little things in life.
If any of this resonates with you, let's connect. We can explore life together, supporting and caring for each other along the way. Let's see if we can create something special that goes beyond the ordinary.

I'm a 19-year-old guy who's ready to dive into the exciting world of gay dating. If you're looking for someone genuine and down-to-earth, then keep reading because we might just hit it off.
Physically, I'm 5'10" with a lean build. My eyes are my best feature, and my dark hair adds a bit of mystery. I like to play around with my style, experimenting with different looks that reflect my personality and make a statement.
But let's get to the important stuff. I'm all about personal growth and expanding my horizons. Education is crucial to me, and I'm constantly seeking new experiences to learn from. Whether it's reading, exploring new places, or engaging in deep conversations, I thrive on intellectual stimulation.
While I enjoy my own company, I believe life is better when you share it with the right people. I'm a compassionate listener and always there for my friends and loved ones. Genuine connections are important to me, and I'm looking for someone who values honesty and kindness.
When I'm not exploring the depths of my mind, you can find me out in nature. I find peace and inspiration in the great outdoors, whether it's hiking through forests or lounging on a quiet beach. And as a food lover, I'm always up for trying new dishes and cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
So, here's what I'm looking for in a potential partner: someone who's real, someone who embraces their true self without fear or hesitation. A good sense of humor is essential because life is too short not to laugh. I want someone who's up for spontaneous adventures and appreciates the little things in life.
If any of this resonates with you, let's connect. We can explore life together, supporting and caring for each other along the way. Let's see if we can create something special that goes beyond the ordinary.

I'm a 19-year-old guy who's ready to dive into the exciting world of gay dating. If you're looking for someone genuine and down-to-earth, then keep reading because we might just hit it off.
Physically, I'm 5'10" with a lean build. My eyes are my best feature, and my dark hair adds a bit of mystery. I like to play around with my style, experimenting with different looks that reflect my personality and make a statement.
But let's get to the important stuff. I'm all about personal growth and expanding my horizons. Education is crucial to me, and I'm constantly seeking new experiences to learn from. Whether it's reading, exploring new places, or engaging in deep conversations, I thrive on intellectual stimulation.
While I enjoy my own company, I believe life is better when you share it with the right people. I'm a compassionate listener and always there for my friends and loved ones. Genuine connections are important to me, and I'm looking for someone who values honesty and kindness.
When I'm not exploring the depths of my mind, you can find me out in nature. I find peace and inspiration in the great outdoors, whether it's hiking through forests or lounging on a quiet beach. And as a food lover, I'm always up for trying new dishes and cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
So, here's what I'm looking for in a potential partner: someone who's real, someone who embraces their true self without fear or hesitation. A good sense of humor is essential because life is too short not to laugh. I want someone who's up for spontaneous adventures and appreciates the little things in life.
If any of this resonates with you, let's connect. We can explore life together, supporting and caring for each other along the way. Let's see if we can create something special that goes beyond the ordinary.

1. Growing up, Josh belonged to a boy's club named "BOYCOT," which stood for Boys' Christian Outreach Team. Jill Duggar reveals that Josh and his friends created the club after a neighborhood convenience store started selling things they didn't agree with. Jill says, "I think they started selling...either alcohol or pornography or something like that. And they were like, 'We're gonna boycott them.'"
2. Discovery, which owns TLC, helped pay for the 7,000-square-foot house that the family built. Jim Holt, a former close friend of Jim Bob, says that since "Jim Bob needed help getting his house done...the show made arrangements to finish [it], which was 200, or several hundred thousand dollars to get it finished."
3. When Jim and his wife Bobye found out about Josh's abuse in 2003, Josh, who was 15 at the time, was dating the Holts' daughter Kaeleigh. When Jim learned that the abuse had been happening since Josh was 12, he asked Jim Bob and Michelle when they were planning on telling them about it. According to Jim, Michelle responded, "We weren't gonna have them tell you guys at all. We were gonna have Josh confess to Kaeleigh once they were married."
4. Jim Bob asked Jim, who was adamant that Josh confess to molesting underage girls, to go with him and Josh to the state trooper's office. After Josh admitted what he had done, Jim alleges that the state trooper said, "I'm gonna let you go this time, but if you do it again, I'm really gonna come down hard on you." Jim claims it wasn't until later that he found out that the state trooper was Jim Bob's friend.
5. Bill Gothard, the founder of IBLP (the ministry that the Duggars are involved in), focused on authority and obedience in his teachings. He would hold seminars and teach about "umbrellas of protection," warning that "if we get out from under that umbrella, we expose ourself to the realm and the power of Satan's control."
6. A huge part of IBLP was ATI, or Advance Training Institute, a curriculum designed specifically for parents to homeschool their children. The program consisted of 3,000 pages of what was referred to as "wisdom booklets," all based on the Sermon on the Mount.
7. Several voices in the documentary allege that the booklets were often very misogynistic. Chad Harris, an ex-IBLT member, says that one of his friends was never taught "math outside of fractions because her dad said, 'Well, you use fractions in baking, and that's good enough.'"
8. In one exercise from a booklet, children were shown pictures of women in various outfits and instructed to circle any "eye traps," basically anything that would tempt a man, like an exposed shoulder or leg. Brooke Arnold, another ex-member, says of the assignment, "Instead of learning math, you're learning slut-shaming."
9. Amy King, the Duggars' cousin, alleges that the Duggars had "a huge bonfire where they burned everything Disney and...literally everything that was 'worldly.'"
10. In fact, according to the documentary, there were specific rules about all sorts of pop culture-related things. For example, according to Heather Heath, an ex-IBLP member, some kids couldn't watch Winnie the Pooh because Eeyore "glorified depression." Others couldn't have Barbies because they were seen as "harlots."
11. According to Brooke, Bill Gothard was also vehemently against Cabbage Patch Kids and says he "taught that Xavier Roberts, the creator of Cabbage Patch dolls, was a warlock."
12. According to those in the documentary, Michael Pearl and his wife Debi's book To Train Up a Child was used as teaching material for the ministry. Michael Pearl, a fundamentalist preacher, has said that "the rules, the principles, [and the] techniques for training an animal and a human are the same." According to the documentary, he taught to punish children by spanking and hitting them with rods and similar objects.
13. Lara Smith, another ex-member, claims that these teachings were indeed enforced. "All children, if they were following the institute's guidelines...[were] spanked until [they] stopped crying, which could be hours."
14. When cousin Amy is asked if she ever witnessed the Duggar children getting hit with rods, she responds, "They called it encouragement."
15. According to Jill, Jim Bob and Michelle, in an effort to try to save their TLC show from being canceled, put pressure on Jill to do an interview with Megyn Kelly to talk about the abuse, something Jill says she's "not proud of." She adds, "In hindsight, I wouldn't have done the Megyn Kelly stuff. I felt like I was in a place again of bearing the burden and the weight...even though you volunteer, it's like you feel obligated to...help." Jill's husband, Derick Dillard, claims the situation was even more severe than that.
16. After 19 Kids and Counting was canceled, according to Derick, Jim Bob was "clawing to get the show back as quick as possible." But Jill says TLC wanted to only focus on the older kids who had already moved out of the house and came up with the idea for Jill and Jessa: Counting On. Jill says she didn't want to do the show but had "never said no to [her] family before," pointing to the "umbrellas of authority" as the source of her fears.
17. Jill says that in 2014, on the day before her and Derick's wedding, Jim Bob asked all the Duggar kids to sign a contract which, according to Derick, they "found out later...was a commitment of [their] life for the next five years to the show." With all the chaos of the wedding, Jill wasn't exactly sure what she was signing. She explains, "We were literally running through the kitchen, and it was like whoever you could grab on the way through, like, I didn't know what it was for."
18. Jill claims that when she asked TLC for money to pay for her medical expenses from her first child's birth, they said they gave the money to the family, which meant Jim Bob. And Jill never saw any of it. In fact, she says, "For seven and a half years of my adult life, I was never paid."
19. Sometime during the filming of Counting On, Jill and Derick refused to travel from El Salvador, where they were living at the time, to America to film something for the show. According to Jill, this was the first time she said no to her family. Afterward, Derick received threatening text messages from an anonymous sender. The texts mentioned how Derick had "mistreated" Jim Bob and how he had done him "great evil." When asked if he thought Jim Bob sent the texts, Derick says, "I don't know. I can't speculate."
20. In 2016, after countless sexual harassment claims caused Gothard to step down from IBLP, several women came forward to sue him for sexual abuse and IBLP for covering it up. But after the lawsuit was dismissed due to the statute of limitations, Gothard countersued the women for $18,000 each. Ultimately, he lost the case.
21. And finally, the influence that IBLP and Gothard's teachings have had is extensive. According to Eve Ettinger, an educator and ex-Quiverfull, the ministry's ideas were the basis for "The Joshua Generation." Alex Harris, a lawyer and former Joshua Generation leader, defines the movement as "a decades-long multi-generational plan to raise up an elite strike force of Christian homeschool graduates to infiltrate the highest levels of government." Basically, kids are being born and raised specifically for the purpose of spreading the conservative Christian message across America.

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I am well aware that the title makes me sound horrible, but here me out. I am a 14 year old male who is slightly autistic and have horrible vision issues. Why? According to my dad, my mom who knew damn well she was pregnant with me started smoking and drinking heavily to try and kill me out of her womb. What I wonder is why she wouldn't just go for an abortion? I will never understand that. If that sounds weird, it gets worse. When I was 3, and still living in Seattle with my mother and grandfather, I had pneumonia and a 105 fever, but my mother was too busy partying out with a bunch of random people to help me. I was sick for a week before my grandpa finally took me to the doctor. I apparently almost died. Don't ask how I remember that, I just do. When I was 6, my dad was out getting groceries and I was left home alone with my mom. She started smoking and stubbing her cigarettes on the couch. I told her that dad would be mad, and she stubbed her cigarette on my leg and screamed "I am your mother! Your father is just some (insert horrible words here)! To you, I am God, you f***ing retard!" I never got over that. Then, shortly after, she went away and I heard not one word from her for 3 years. When she came back into my life, she was fine at first, then she became abusive again. She would just hit me when no one was around. When I tried to tell my dad, he would just say, "she's your mother". I mean, what the hell? She disappeared again after about a month and was gone for a 2 years. Then she started coming to me begging me for money. I would say yes, because she seemed desperate and I'm a nice guy. But when I found out she was using the money for drugs and cigarettes, I started refusing to give her even one dime. She thought I was joking when I said no at first. But after the second time, she brought a knife and stabbed me in the leg. Then she ran away and blamed it on my dad. CPS wound up getting involved, and my dad was almost arrested. Side note, my parents were never married. Back to the main story. She disappeared for about 6 more months. Then she was raped and came crying to my dad to take her in. Dad did NOT want to help her, but me trying to help convinced my dad to let her in. By this point I'm almost 12, and still being dumb, which is something I really am not. I should mention I have straight A's, have never gotten below a 94, and am taking all honors classes. Sorry for the second tangent. Back to the story. She lived in my house for 3 days, made a mess of it, and then left. When I say she made a mess, I mean the threw her garbage all over the place, she took a crap on my kitchen floor, and plenty more s*** I won't even get into. When she left, I vowed to never let her in again, because the house was trashed and I was the one who had to clean it up. Well 6 months later, she's back. But this time, she has a dog. This is the part where some people will really get triggered. She used to beat the dog. She would slap it as hard as possible on its back. When I would step in and try to stand up for the dog, mom would take off her belt and beat me across the face with it. This went on for two months. Then once again, she disappears. But this time it was worse. She tried to have my dad arrested for drug possession (which was complete bullcrap), she tried to have me put in foster care, and the last thing she did before she left was beat me, with a belt, across the face, again. Fast forward two years to now. So she died recently, and I felt pure joy. After the funeral, I went and danced on her grave. My family saw. Some were furious, but some, like my grandma and dad, understood completely. I've gotten some hateful calls from some of my family members calling me an entitled brat, demanding that I apologize for what I did. I've also gotten some calls from family who told me I wasn't in the right, but they understood.
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Some things to clear up:

1. Why did I not get CPS involved? I tried to, but my mom would always tell them my dad was abusing me, which was bull
2. Why did my Dad not do much? He probably thought I was lying, until the marks started getting worse. Then he did step in. This led to a lot of fights, often times my mom would pull a knife on dad.
3. Was it just this stuff that got me heated at my mom? Well there was plenty more she did, but this story is long enough as it is.

Was I the Jerk?

Everytime my in-laws visits they seems to be insulting towards our house. His aunt visited today and said "That's quite the job!" talking about the house itself. His mom said "Once the kitchen and the floors are done it'll look half decent!" And "You have too many garden beds, you should also reduce the pool size and add more lawn so it looks neater"
I live here. I love my house. I like my floors and the kitchen is not even outdated. I love swimming and gardening. What are these comments?!
I got super angry because my husband has a "i can't change what they think, it's true the house will only get more beautiful in time" but i don't go in their condo and say "the decorations make this place even tinier you guys should remove this lamp!".
I don't take their comments as compliments on the pOteNtiAl of our house at all. I feel disrespected. I don't understand why my husband doesn't feel the need to defend our home.

Throwaway account because my parents follow my main. Obligatory I’m on mobile so please excuse the formatting. I really don’t feel like I was a jerk here but everybody is acting like I am; I figured I should reach out to the people of Reddit for an unbiased opinion. So my (16f) mom has a friend that she’s known since before I was born (we’ll call my mom’s friend E). E and her husband, C, are friends with my parents, and I just think it’s a little weird at their age to have “besties”. Like it’s perfectly fine as adults to have your own friends but my mom and E call each other like “their village” and C and my dad have literally been friends since middle school and just hang out all the time, like they’re at our house for dinner or game night or to work on projects at least twice a week. We also go to their house a lot, and whenever our families hang out together E and C’s daughter H (13f) also wants to hang out with me. It’s just a little irritating to have a much younger kid always tagging around like your best friend. If I tell her to leave me alone she usually will just go hang out with our moms but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s just in my house a lot. So on to the situation where I may have been the A hole; I got home from extracurriculars and E and H are at my house. E is at the kitchen table so she sees me come in and says hi. I’ve had a long day and I’m tired so I just ignore her and go upstairs. H is in the game room so that’s even more irritating and I just go in my room. I come down for a drink of water around dinner time and C is now over too and everybody is just hanging around in my house and frankly it’s just a little irritating, like we just saw them three days ago. My dad and C come in from the deck where I guess they’re grilling and my dad asks me if I “said hi to Aunt E, Uncle C, and my cousin”. This just kind of rubbed me the wrong way because technically they’re not related, even if they have known each other my whole life. So I told E just honestly “you know you’re not actually my aunt, right?” She looked kind of surprised but she smiled and said she knew so I didn’t think anybody was upset or anything. I just went to my room. Then the next week was my birthday party and when I asked my mom when C, E, and H were getting there she said they weren’t coming. I expressed my surprise because I didn’t think there was any issue over me telling the truth but my mom gave me a really aggravated face and said “you can’t expect them to come over after you act like they’re not welcome all the time, right?” And then went on about how I can’t be mad every time they’re around but also get mad when they’re not here but it’s not like that, I just don’t get why we hang out all the time it seems excessive and a birthday is a different thing; they’ve always come to my parties. Even last year when H was not doing well they still dropped in and E gave me my gift. Now all our friends and family at the party keep asking where they are and it’s just stressing me out and everybody is acting like I’m the bad guy so I’m just hanging out in my room during the party. My mom keeps asking me if I want her to call them and invite them and my dad keeps asking me to “stop pouting and come enjoy the party” like I’m throwing a fit but I’m really not I just don’t get why we have to act like we’re family and hang out all the time. So Reddit, AITA?

I don’t understand how you guys can’t just use a measuring cup of some sort. That way you get the same amount every time and you control the portions easily. The customer also sees you fill the cup instead of just seeing them eyeball a scoop which no one knows if it’s right. Why continue to use a system that relies on an arbitrary scoop? I understand it is by ounces but a 50 billion dollar company can figure out a standard serving size that they want that is close to the 4 oz by using volume.
It just doesn’t make sense to allow such a large margin of error and blame employees to eyeball it every time. Such a solvable issue. That way you don’t have to skimp on to go orders.
To my south Florida people, think Chicken Kitchen.

Both of these have been carried a few times and sparingly cut with, though, I never cut cardboard or anything that could dull the blades. I reserve those jobs for my wife's kitchen scissors (that I sharpen up from time to time because I'm such a nice guy), or a throw around stormtrooper Boker Kali that loves to be beaten. I never worry, it doesn't fight back (well enough to win that is).
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BOTH SOLD!
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North ForkS30V, great condition other than a few minor marks on the face of the blade (pictured). Clip shows some usual wear. Probably needs a little oil on the blade since it appears a few tiny spots of age rust may be forming around the thumb stud. Has sat in a pocket on the door of my closet for a while. Comes in generic packaging.
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Mini Crooked RiverS30V, great condition other than a mark in the center of the pivot cap (pictured). Some extremely minor marks on the blade face (pictured). Clip shows usual wear. Comes in generic packaging.
$135 shipped ConUS via Venmo (FRIENDS ONLY, NOT GOODS) or Paypal F+F (ABSOLUTELY NO NOTES!).
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It's called "Guess the real MBMBAM episode title." (They can workshop the name of the segment. Probably something with a pun, like "Past Piss" or "Episode Shite-les")
Here's the game: pick an old MBMBAM episode title, then make up, say, 2 fake ones. Then they try and guess which one was real.
Here's an example: The theme here is "Guy Fieri jokes from 5 years ago":
"Diners, Dinosaurs, and Drives"- Travis thinks it would be funny if Fieri's signature show involved the occasional t-rex. That's it, that's the joke.
"The Cream Beams to the Tower of Flavortown"- one of the two instances of a Justin bit called "Guy Another Day," where they discuss the lore of Flavortown.
"Guy Fieri's Extra Greasy JNCO Jeans"- Griffin starts a bit where they imagine Guy Fieri cooking his clothes: fried JNCO jeans, deep fried flame shirt, grilled jorts, etc.

I've been at the same restaurant for a year and 3 weeks washing dishes. Last summer was so hellish, everyone told me to just wait it out. I work through winter easy peasy, we're a riverside seafood place, so we slow way down in winter. In the last two months it's picked way up again and we haven't had adequate help, so I've been busting ass all by myself. Today finally broke me. I walk in, the pit is a shit storm from the morning guy not keeping up. There's no clean aprons so I have to work apronless. By the time I got a half hour into my shift, I'd already gotten into it with the kitchen manager and the owners wife about ongoing workplace drama, and I finally decided, fuck it. I'm walking out. So I did, and I feel fucking great about it. I have experience dealing blackjack at casinos, and that's easy money, so I'm going back to that. It's been a trip, I'll see yall on the other side🫡

I found out back in late February that I had to move out of my apartment of 3 years. Seeing as I couldn’t afford any other housing, I decided to consider a complete career change that would help me get out of debt while also providing me a place to live. To just get started with this career required quite a bit of unpaid training as well as traveling around.
I spent March researching into it and figuring out how to make it work for me as well as working my ass off at both jobs to try to save up some money for the weeks I’d need off for training. April was spent doing the unpaid training. May was spent doing some packing, but mostly traveling for orientation and paid training. Now here it is June, my lease is up on the 30th and I’m about to leave tomorrow for another 3 weeks of training.
So far I have my living room packed, my kitchen mostly packed, my bathroom packed, my closet packed, and I’m really proud of that because as you guys know, it has been FAR from easy. The only thing left to pack is the bedroom and I’m worried it’s gonna take another week by itself. I would HATE to be at a brand new company and hit them with the “I need to leave training early to complete packing” but I’m worried it’s my only option at this point.
I’m mad at myself for hoarding and making it so hard on myself. I’m mad at myself for not realizing I was actually a hoarder until a few weeks ago. I’m mad at myself for every time I took a resting break (like I’m doing now) or when I finally stopped to shower after a week. I keep trying to be comforting toward myself for all the progress I’ve made but it still didn’t meet the deadline and it’s frustrating.
TL;DR: I knew I’d be moving for a few months but didn’t start working down my hoard until a couple weeks ago and now won’t be ready on time.