Bed and breakfast manitou springs co
Colorado
2008.03.19 21:07 Colorado
2020.03.14 22:51 fo4_did_911 TheFrontRange
A sub for the Front Range community, along the US Rockies, from Wyoming through Colorado, to the border with New Mexico.
2012.05.28 23:49 DerpyGrooves Manitou Springs
Welcome to Manitou Springs! Whether you are seeking hiking trails, an afternoon cocktail, or a new piece of local art, Manitou is the place for you. With annual events such as the Emma Crawford Coffin Races and the Mardi Gras Parade, tourists are sure to be as captivated by the wonders of this city as the locals who will make them feel right at home. Although these events stick out there is never a dull moment in Manitou. We hope you feel right at home here!
2023.06.10 23:33 GX13Y6 [WTS] WML, SBA4, Piston, MDT round holder, CQR grip, BLUE gun, holsters and leg panel. [WTT] P320 parts
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/7iL5CeM
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- Steiner TOR Fusion light/green laser combo. Was mounted and used once, no scratch, $340 shipped. If worried about holster see item #2.
- Red River Tactical P320 full size (4.7) holster with Bladetech Tek-lok and “SLS,” compatible with #1. Used for a few days, no scratch, $80 shipped. 5% EXTRA discount on combo price and a new free battery if #1 and 2 are bought together.
- SB Tactical SBA4 brace FDE, with color matching strap and buffer tube. Used once, no scratch, $120 shipped with FREE 1913 adapter for MCX, etc.
- SilencerCo AC24 piston (.45, .578x28). Never used, in manufacturer alternative packaging, $72 shipped.
- MDT M-Lok spare round holder. Never used, in original packaging, $42.
- Hera Arms CQR grip FDE. Never used, in original packaging, $33.
- HSGI Single Point Drop leg panel. Never used, $52 shipped.
- This is NOT A FIREARM and CANNOT be modified to fire by any means. Blue Gun HK45. Used once, $51 shipped.
- Aliengear Cloak Tuck 3.5 IWB holster for P365 and Streamlight TLR-7 sub Sig rail. Used for a few days and never in direct contact with skin, very comfortable in winter. $55 shipped, all original small parts included.
2023.06.10 23:31 macguges Getting back on the IF wagon
I've experienced success with intermittent fasting twice in my life, the second time intentionally.
Back in 2011 I made the decision to enter residential training in meditation at the Rochester Zen Center. This was a new lifestyle with a rigorous schedule and plenty of physical exercise. I hadn't gone into this with the intention of losing weight, and in fact had never seriously considered a "Diet" before, but within the first six months we noticed my weight had dropped from above 300 to the low-mid 200s. I don't know what my weight was when I left in 2015, but I imagine it was around 200.
Years later when I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, most of that original weight had returned. When I considered the factors on my weight during training, it occurred to me that I had (without intending it) been practicing IF by following RZC's training schedule. Breakfast was at 7:30 am, followed by lunch at noon. Dinner could be taken between the end of work at 3pm and the evening sitting at 7pm. While you could go outside on your own time and eat, most of the time it was practical to just eat at the Center. Most often I did eat dinner immediately after work at around 4pm, suggesting an eating window of ~9 hours.
When I was diagnosed with diabetes I was living alone and working at a desk. My chronic depression had kicked in months prior. Like a lot of people I've used food to distract myself from the pain. But my physician was telling me that I had this serious medical condition and I couldn't do nothing. I remembered losing my weight during Zen training and felt that was enough to try intermittent fasting. I had tried calorie counting and knew that lifestyle wasn't for me, but I knew how I'd lost weight before.
I didn't post to intermittentfasting at that time but my PCP had arranged for me to take to a nutritionist. I'd started working with the Fasting Tracker app, 16/8 (excluding breakfasts), and begun seeing improvement when I informed them. They both approved of what I was doing, and by the spring of 2022 I was down to around 230lbs from over 300. After several weeks I decided I would modify my diet to fast entirely 2 days out of 5, thinking this would help to stabilize my blood sugar levels. I liked how that felt to fast for 50+ hours on the weekends.
My physician told me at the time I was a model patient for managing diabetes and that if I continued as I was doing he expected me to be able to stop taking metformin entirely after my next check-in. However, my work for my new employer would inspire a nervous breakdown a couple weeks later, and my chronic depression returned. That effectively ended my second experience with IF.
Since then I lost my job, my unemployment benefits, spent my 401K, moved out of my rented house and sold my car. But on the plus side I've recovered from my depression and stabilized my material circumstances. Now I want to begin managing my diabetes again and lose weight.
As of this morning I'm at 285lbs and I've been using 18/6 daily for the past three days. Since I've returned to living with my parents, I take most of my meals with them. I first tried 16/8 until I realized that my mom had adjusted her meal schedule to give me three square meals a day
I've since explained that I only want two meals a day, which has been difficult for her to accept. Fortunately, at 50 years old my mom and I have a much better relationship than we did in my 20s and 30s, so I've been able to hold to my new commitment without too much stress.
Nevertheless it is still frustrating. I've reminded her that she was happy with my weight loss last year, and that both my physician and my nutritionist had been happy with my use of IF. She remains unconvinced, and has suggested that fasting is dangerous for the health of my heart. But she's begrudgingly accepted that I will follow the diet that makes sense to me.
TLDR: I practiced intermittent fasting last year after recognizing a similarity to the conditions of a spiritual residency I'd done several years ago. That experience of IF was interrupted by a mental health crisis. Now that I've recovered my mental health I want to begin following IF again. I began again with 18/6 this week.
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Back in 2011 I made the decision to enter residential training in meditation at the Rochester Zen Center. This was a new lifestyle with a rigorous schedule and plenty of physical exercise. I hadn't gone into this with the intention of losing weight, and in fact had never seriously considered a "Diet" before, but within the first six months we noticed my weight had dropped from above 300 to the low-mid 200s. I don't know what my weight was when I left in 2015, but I imagine it was around 200.
Years later when I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, most of that original weight had returned. When I considered the factors on my weight during training, it occurred to me that I had (without intending it) been practicing IF by following RZC's training schedule. Breakfast was at 7:30 am, followed by lunch at noon. Dinner could be taken between the end of work at 3pm and the evening sitting at 7pm. While you could go outside on your own time and eat, most of the time it was practical to just eat at the Center. Most often I did eat dinner immediately after work at around 4pm, suggesting an eating window of ~9 hours.
When I was diagnosed with diabetes I was living alone and working at a desk. My chronic depression had kicked in months prior. Like a lot of people I've used food to distract myself from the pain. But my physician was telling me that I had this serious medical condition and I couldn't do nothing. I remembered losing my weight during Zen training and felt that was enough to try intermittent fasting. I had tried calorie counting and knew that lifestyle wasn't for me, but I knew how I'd lost weight before.
I didn't post to intermittentfasting at that time but my PCP had arranged for me to take to a nutritionist. I'd started working with the Fasting Tracker app, 16/8 (excluding breakfasts), and begun seeing improvement when I informed them. They both approved of what I was doing, and by the spring of 2022 I was down to around 230lbs from over 300. After several weeks I decided I would modify my diet to fast entirely 2 days out of 5, thinking this would help to stabilize my blood sugar levels. I liked how that felt to fast for 50+ hours on the weekends.
My physician told me at the time I was a model patient for managing diabetes and that if I continued as I was doing he expected me to be able to stop taking metformin entirely after my next check-in. However, my work for my new employer would inspire a nervous breakdown a couple weeks later, and my chronic depression returned. That effectively ended my second experience with IF.
Since then I lost my job, my unemployment benefits, spent my 401K, moved out of my rented house and sold my car. But on the plus side I've recovered from my depression and stabilized my material circumstances. Now I want to begin managing my diabetes again and lose weight.
As of this morning I'm at 285lbs and I've been using 18/6 daily for the past three days. Since I've returned to living with my parents, I take most of my meals with them. I first tried 16/8 until I realized that my mom had adjusted her meal schedule to give me three square meals a day
I've since explained that I only want two meals a day, which has been difficult for her to accept. Fortunately, at 50 years old my mom and I have a much better relationship than we did in my 20s and 30s, so I've been able to hold to my new commitment without too much stress.
Nevertheless it is still frustrating. I've reminded her that she was happy with my weight loss last year, and that both my physician and my nutritionist had been happy with my use of IF. She remains unconvinced, and has suggested that fasting is dangerous for the health of my heart. But she's begrudgingly accepted that I will follow the diet that makes sense to me.
TLDR: I practiced intermittent fasting last year after recognizing a similarity to the conditions of a spiritual residency I'd done several years ago. That experience of IF was interrupted by a mental health crisis. Now that I've recovered my mental health I want to begin following IF again. I began again with 18/6 this week.
2023.06.10 23:27 AdDowntown6742 How to fix my eating schedule?
My eating schedule is horrible. I don’t have a fixed work schedule and the hours wary. On top of that I’ve got two jobs for the summer. One is retail where I’ll work 4-5 hours, 2-3 times a week (these are mostly closing shifts because of my summer job).
The other I start earlier and work maybe 5-9 hours. It really depends on the day and varies but is often 5 days a week. Though they’re not fixed days but quite frankly the job schedule doesn’t matter much.
Sometimes I go until 6-8pm having eating nothing (on my off days) because I want to shower and lie in bed more in the morning.
For work, I’ll sometimes eat breakfast but the only thing that’s super easy for me is cereal, but I don’t want to eat just cereal every morning, I’m kinda bored of it. Or I’ll have just a granola bar throughout the whole morning and afternoon.
I’m also late often everywhere so I don’t have time to make something or grab something.
The only reason I don’t starve is because I often go out to eat with friends or my family goes out for dinner during the weekends.
I hate all forms of cooking but don’t want to eat super unhealthy foods either. The only thing helping is my mom making whatever she makes for dinner, which I’ll often eat but only if I really like it.
Maybe the better question is what are super easy meals that would get me to eat more but require less cooking time. Also not really into meal prepping, I think it takes too much time.
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The other I start earlier and work maybe 5-9 hours. It really depends on the day and varies but is often 5 days a week. Though they’re not fixed days but quite frankly the job schedule doesn’t matter much.
Sometimes I go until 6-8pm having eating nothing (on my off days) because I want to shower and lie in bed more in the morning.
For work, I’ll sometimes eat breakfast but the only thing that’s super easy for me is cereal, but I don’t want to eat just cereal every morning, I’m kinda bored of it. Or I’ll have just a granola bar throughout the whole morning and afternoon.
I’m also late often everywhere so I don’t have time to make something or grab something.
The only reason I don’t starve is because I often go out to eat with friends or my family goes out for dinner during the weekends.
I hate all forms of cooking but don’t want to eat super unhealthy foods either. The only thing helping is my mom making whatever she makes for dinner, which I’ll often eat but only if I really like it.
Maybe the better question is what are super easy meals that would get me to eat more but require less cooking time. Also not really into meal prepping, I think it takes too much time.
2023.06.10 23:14 BolshevikSalesman Chance a Comeback Story
Demographics: Rising senior, first gen, Latino male living in LA county with a below-average hs, and eligible for free-lunch
Intended Major: Aerospace Engineering
SAT: 1450 (retaking and aiming in the ballpark of 1500+... not too worried since my target/reach schools are test optional or test blind)
UW GPA and Rank: 65/611... I'll put my 2nd Sem GPA for each year since it best represents how much I was able to make of a given year:
9th - 2.8, 10th - 3.86,11 - 4.0
Hook: Without getting into the personal details, I experienced some devastating family issues when I was little that left my family super financially unstable until about 2 years ago and it resulted in me growing up without my dad and although I did well n middle school, I collapsed from academic exhaustion my freshman year. I then transferred to a different hs sophomore year where I got my bearings and set myself up for when I transferred to a new high school and started developing my passion for math. It got to the point where I finished my prerequisites for Calculus in the same summer and joined Calculus at the third high school I transferred to. I've never had much, but I'm still squeezing water from stone with every chance I get.
TLDR: comeback story where reaching for oppurtunities helped me discover improve and my interests(of which I left a lot out to keep this from paragraph from dragging on too long).
DE:
10th: College Algebra, Trig/Precalc (both in summer)
11th: Statistics (Spring), Intro to Info Sci, Geology (both in summer)
12th (planned): Multi Var Calc, Differential Eqs, and Linear Algebra
AP:
10th: CSP (5)
11th: CSA, Calc BC, Spanish Lang, Chem
I was forced to self study CSA, Spanish, and Chem since the teachers either quit or didn't care to teach the material fast enough to be ready for the AP test. Chem was the worst cuz the teacher had only made it to unit 2 of 9 by the end of the first semester TwT
12th (planned): Gov, Lit, Physics 1
Awards: I only have sports related ones like CIF (swim and cross country) and recognition for placing in the top 5 for my swim events in my league.
Extracurriculars:
Church Volunteering: 1000+ hours total between two churches. Most of it was in the church I grew up in and I started doing it in January 2020 after the last guy stepped down. To keep in accordance with COVID policies once the pandemic kicked up, I'd stay for 3 services all day every sunday before things tapered into 2 services a day and eventually into the regular 1 service. I'd also be volunteering at the Friday mini-services every week and prepping things for the main service. I was essentially the IT guy for my church, being the first responder for issues with the church's hardware (ie projector and computer) and software (the propresenter used to control the preacher's slides and lyrics during the first part of the service). I was also the "guy in the chair" responsible for actually controlling which slides/lyrics would be displayed during services. Aside from the main services, I was regularly setting up events for all sorts of events in the church like helping my mom decorate for the kids' church camps or setting up and taking down supplies for conferences taking place at my church. After I moved away from that area and to a new church, I was recommended by my original pastor to my new one and I'm performing the same role, albeit differently since I'm rotating with other people every Sunday, but I'm still responsible for training new people and I've pushed the new church to improve it's software to propresenter from their software that hasn't been updated in years and I'll also be responsible for training people in using it. I'm also going to be responsible for doing lyrics + slides control during bigger district services which include people from all over the county. This is the longest EC to explain since it's the one I've invested the most into by a light-year and what I've made the biggest impact with.
Swim: 2 seasons (JV in 10th, Varsity in 11th, Captain in 12th)
XC: 1 Season [11th] (I was only with them for ~2 weeks because of the timing of my transfer to this high school, so I was only JV, but I still qualified for CIF and would've been varsity had I been able to join earlier)
CyberPatriot: Co-Captain of the team in it's first year and made it to the states round
Robotics: Programmer and team made it to Worlds (FRC)
Mathlete: smaller club I joined to participate in local competitions
Tutor: Mostly in Trig and Algebra 2
LOR: My Calc teacher is going to be most helpful for Caltech since she herself is a Caltech alumni and she'll be able to brag about me a fair bit since I was the only junior in her BC class (everyone else was a Senior and it took some convincing to my counselor to let me skip AB, which is what every other junior was doing for Calculus). I'm also going to try getting one from my pastor at the church I grew up in since he's been like a dad to me and he's a pretty big figure in the Apostolic Assembly (the national organization my church is a part and of which my pastor's been the president and is currently the secretary).
Schools: UCLA, USC, Caltech, MIT, CSULA, CSUB, CSULB
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Intended Major: Aerospace Engineering
SAT: 1450 (retaking and aiming in the ballpark of 1500+... not too worried since my target/reach schools are test optional or test blind)
UW GPA and Rank: 65/611... I'll put my 2nd Sem GPA for each year since it best represents how much I was able to make of a given year:
9th - 2.8, 10th - 3.86,11 - 4.0
Hook: Without getting into the personal details, I experienced some devastating family issues when I was little that left my family super financially unstable until about 2 years ago and it resulted in me growing up without my dad and although I did well n middle school, I collapsed from academic exhaustion my freshman year. I then transferred to a different hs sophomore year where I got my bearings and set myself up for when I transferred to a new high school and started developing my passion for math. It got to the point where I finished my prerequisites for Calculus in the same summer and joined Calculus at the third high school I transferred to. I've never had much, but I'm still squeezing water from stone with every chance I get.
TLDR: comeback story where reaching for oppurtunities helped me discover improve and my interests(of which I left a lot out to keep this from paragraph from dragging on too long).
DE:
10th: College Algebra, Trig/Precalc (both in summer)
11th: Statistics (Spring), Intro to Info Sci, Geology (both in summer)
12th (planned): Multi Var Calc, Differential Eqs, and Linear Algebra
AP:
10th: CSP (5)
11th: CSA, Calc BC, Spanish Lang, Chem
I was forced to self study CSA, Spanish, and Chem since the teachers either quit or didn't care to teach the material fast enough to be ready for the AP test. Chem was the worst cuz the teacher had only made it to unit 2 of 9 by the end of the first semester TwT
12th (planned): Gov, Lit, Physics 1
Awards: I only have sports related ones like CIF (swim and cross country) and recognition for placing in the top 5 for my swim events in my league.
Extracurriculars:
Church Volunteering: 1000+ hours total between two churches. Most of it was in the church I grew up in and I started doing it in January 2020 after the last guy stepped down. To keep in accordance with COVID policies once the pandemic kicked up, I'd stay for 3 services all day every sunday before things tapered into 2 services a day and eventually into the regular 1 service. I'd also be volunteering at the Friday mini-services every week and prepping things for the main service. I was essentially the IT guy for my church, being the first responder for issues with the church's hardware (ie projector and computer) and software (the propresenter used to control the preacher's slides and lyrics during the first part of the service). I was also the "guy in the chair" responsible for actually controlling which slides/lyrics would be displayed during services. Aside from the main services, I was regularly setting up events for all sorts of events in the church like helping my mom decorate for the kids' church camps or setting up and taking down supplies for conferences taking place at my church. After I moved away from that area and to a new church, I was recommended by my original pastor to my new one and I'm performing the same role, albeit differently since I'm rotating with other people every Sunday, but I'm still responsible for training new people and I've pushed the new church to improve it's software to propresenter from their software that hasn't been updated in years and I'll also be responsible for training people in using it. I'm also going to be responsible for doing lyrics + slides control during bigger district services which include people from all over the county. This is the longest EC to explain since it's the one I've invested the most into by a light-year and what I've made the biggest impact with.
Swim: 2 seasons (JV in 10th, Varsity in 11th, Captain in 12th)
XC: 1 Season [11th] (I was only with them for ~2 weeks because of the timing of my transfer to this high school, so I was only JV, but I still qualified for CIF and would've been varsity had I been able to join earlier)
CyberPatriot: Co-Captain of the team in it's first year and made it to the states round
Robotics: Programmer and team made it to Worlds (FRC)
Mathlete: smaller club I joined to participate in local competitions
Tutor: Mostly in Trig and Algebra 2
LOR: My Calc teacher is going to be most helpful for Caltech since she herself is a Caltech alumni and she'll be able to brag about me a fair bit since I was the only junior in her BC class (everyone else was a Senior and it took some convincing to my counselor to let me skip AB, which is what every other junior was doing for Calculus). I'm also going to try getting one from my pastor at the church I grew up in since he's been like a dad to me and he's a pretty big figure in the Apostolic Assembly (the national organization my church is a part and of which my pastor's been the president and is currently the secretary).
Schools: UCLA, USC, Caltech, MIT, CSULA, CSUB, CSULB
2023.06.10 23:14 G1ul1et Heavy sleep disorder
Lately (started around may) I can't fall asleep without taking z hypnotics. I've been taking zhypnotics for a month. On weekend I try not taking it resulting in two days of complete lack of sleep. Can't fall asleep whole night. Then fall asleep around 6-7am only to wake up every hour resulting in leaving about around noon. Despite heavy tardiness and dizziness I cannot fall asleep even during the day. Ending in Sunday night to take zolpidem to be able to work next day.
I've always had issue to fall asleep fast (my whole life it took hour to two hours to fall asleep) but I ways fell asleep. My inability to sleep is starting to affecting my life and depression. I have zero stress. I have amazing work, amazing pertner and no money issue. It can't be stress related.
In may i had virus causing mononucleosis and I was sick for three weeks. From that point everything went downhill. Last weekend I had terrible nightmare that haunts me even during the day. I'm starting to hate my bed, apartment and everything. Melatonin doesn't help - makes me feel sick. I read before bed time.
Anyone any tips? Simular experience? Even though I'm massively tired and barely keep eyes open my brain can't shut. I try to sleep but my brain keeps showing me millions images/memories, even thinking about breakfast, games, books movies. I can't stop all the thoughts. I keep switching poses in bed but after while everything seems uncomfortable.
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I've always had issue to fall asleep fast (my whole life it took hour to two hours to fall asleep) but I ways fell asleep. My inability to sleep is starting to affecting my life and depression. I have zero stress. I have amazing work, amazing pertner and no money issue. It can't be stress related.
In may i had virus causing mononucleosis and I was sick for three weeks. From that point everything went downhill. Last weekend I had terrible nightmare that haunts me even during the day. I'm starting to hate my bed, apartment and everything. Melatonin doesn't help - makes me feel sick. I read before bed time.
Anyone any tips? Simular experience? Even though I'm massively tired and barely keep eyes open my brain can't shut. I try to sleep but my brain keeps showing me millions images/memories, even thinking about breakfast, games, books movies. I can't stop all the thoughts. I keep switching poses in bed but after while everything seems uncomfortable.
2023.06.10 23:13 Case-Feisty F28 broke up with my ex M35 because he was saving photos of his co workers on his phone.
Im going to try to make this short, I meet my ex about 4 years ago we worked together for about a year before we started dating, (we dated for 3 years) right off the bat I felt something was not right about our relationship, like the vibe was off ? But i ignored it because i really liked him. I wasn't feeling like a girlfriend to him like I should have been, and when I would try to express my feelings he would get pissy about it, looking back very childish. Now I'm not saying he wasn't nice to me becausehe was for the most part, Or if I asked him for something that I absolutely needed he would have gotten it for me. But we also worked together and I'm aware that's a lot time together and for him that was "our time together" he didn't want to do anything after work, ever, absolutely nothing, just the weekends if his son was away for one of those days because he wanted laid, He didn't want to come over & watch a movie or come over for dinner because he always said he needed to go home to his son and help him with homework, but honestly half the time it was always done because his grandparents would him, or just be with his son in general or helping other people with lawns when it was nice out & I have 2 daughters so I'm well aware children come first, but there was absolutely no balance between his son or me when it came to my ex, we didn't even do anything on our anniversaries because we worked, or he would ALWAYS use the excuse of I was always working, even if I was working there was absolutely no creativity on his end when i got off work when he had his days off, like I did for him when I was off.
We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him. When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or my boyfriend in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm or sometimes morning shift, After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications went off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but that, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, and loving every females photos online (i didnt have to go threw his phone for that part, I seen that before) and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged or really replied as I gathered, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that it wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I also needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get out as fast as I could) so I lied & said "okay", I felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me and just wanting laid & I felt absolutely fucking stupid to let him and I feel for the words with no actions.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. I wasn't asking him to give me the world I was just asking to be treated like a girlfriend! Having those images in my head told me everything about him, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him and all I did was work, I moved out the next day while he was at work.
Two months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house, texting & calling my phone from differnt numbers and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house thinking thats going to get me back, but at the same time ive heard hes trying to move on & heard hes with someone but its a fake profile? I told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop, part of me in a way I feel bad for leaving him the way I did and kindof wanted to be acquaintances with him and then part of doesn't, I don't know if it's even worth feeling this way and if I did the right thing.
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We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him. When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or my boyfriend in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm or sometimes morning shift, After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications went off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but that, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, and loving every females photos online (i didnt have to go threw his phone for that part, I seen that before) and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged or really replied as I gathered, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that it wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I also needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get out as fast as I could) so I lied & said "okay", I felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me and just wanting laid & I felt absolutely fucking stupid to let him and I feel for the words with no actions.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. I wasn't asking him to give me the world I was just asking to be treated like a girlfriend! Having those images in my head told me everything about him, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him and all I did was work, I moved out the next day while he was at work.
Two months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house, texting & calling my phone from differnt numbers and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house thinking thats going to get me back, but at the same time ive heard hes trying to move on & heard hes with someone but its a fake profile? I told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop, part of me in a way I feel bad for leaving him the way I did and kindof wanted to be acquaintances with him and then part of doesn't, I don't know if it's even worth feeling this way and if I did the right thing.
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Memory transcription subject: Tevri, Venlil Romanticist
Date [standardized human time]: August 11, 2137
With eyes still closed, I stretched my legs and arms, paws pushing up against the inside of my sleeping bag. A sigh of contentment escaped my mouth.
I let the world in—light falling down in shafts that struck my still-waking eyes. No trees were around to provide cover from the rising sun that hung low in the east. The sounds of life surrounded me, occasionally being broken up by particularly strong gusts as well as a hint of something else.
My head turned to that hint, who still slept somewhat soundly off to my side. Last night Jack had set up his own sleeping bag less than an arm’s length from my own, citing our lack of a fire as the reason to gather closer to each other.
He tossed and turned, occasionally, muttering incoherently. At least he’s found some rest. After carrying me for over half of yesterday, he had certainly earned it.
It was actually quite surprising how well he had managed it all. His slim build compared to other humans that I had seen was betrayed by a hidden strength and incredible endurance. I suppose millions of years of evolution tends to allow such a thing.
Some part of me still felt bitter about what he had done the night prior to our last, but it was clear to me that his apology was sincere. I gave a quiet snort. He probably wouldn’t have carried you on your shoulders if he wasn’t at least somewhat sorry.
The covers of my too-big bag were thrown off and I sat up, holding my knocked knees with my paws.
Rocky rolling hills with low-grown shoots of grass lightly waved towards me. The nearby mountain range looked down upon us with its well-kept snow despite the summer season. Even three days of standing beneath them didn’t eliminate their wondrously looming presence.
I reached over to my nearby pack and grabbed my pen and journal. I clung to every thought that passed its way through my mind, marking them down the old fashioned way. There was something special about writing my feelings down on something physical rather than some pad or computer. It felt real in comparison to the alternative.
It was incredible to me how one of, if not the most dangerous planet to be found within known space was simultaneously one of the most fantastically beautiful worlds I ever had the pleasure of setting foot on. What a travesty it would have been had the federation actually managed to glass the biosphere. Ironically it had been the Arxur that prevented such a disastrous outcome. Those same savages had…
“Gah!”
Jack shot upright from where he had lain. He heaved harsh breaths, chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted up the incline of a hill. I looked on with alarm, but didn’t think to disrupt the startled man. His eyes stared down at the dirt in front of him as he hung his hands between his legs.
“You okay?” I asked. He whipped to look at me like he had forgotten I was there. Slowly, he turned back to face the dirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a curt sniff and ran his hands across his face as he took a deep sigh.
He was lying.
The restless sleep, the violent rise into consciousness, the obvious distress within those wild eyes—all signs of nightmares. It had been years now since I last worried about such things, but I knew all too well how difficult they were to deal with.
A thought, as intrusive as it was unwelcome, pushed its way through the crowded thoughts of my mind, forcing my heart to skip a beat. What would be enough to scare a predator—human—to scare a human within their dreams? Instantly, I shoved it back from wherever it had come. He needs you right now, just like how you needed her.
I gently crawled over to the distraught man and set a paw on an arm while he leaned forward. At my touch, he turned his head towards me, staring with those forward-facing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
A slight snarl of a smile crossed his face, but no answer came. Jack stood up and stretched his arms outward, leaning back and forth.
“C’mon, let's pack up and head out. S’always good to start out early.” He extended a hand down to me where I sat still. How could he just brush something so terrifying off so easily? My tail flicked absently I guess they always have been a rather resilient species. Why should they be any different mentally? I relented to his proposal, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me upright.
Breakfast—much like last night’s meal—consisted of dry pre-prepped rations. Without surrounding trees from which drywood could be scavenged, we were left fireless. The ‘breakfast bars’ as Jack called them were a sufficient substitute for warm food. Every meal with the human increased my interest in the cuisine of his species. I hadn’t imagined it would all be so wonderfully varied and delicious.
The bar itself was chewy, made of oats, filled with dried fruits and sweetened by sugar. Each bite gave a satisfying crunch as my taste buds reveled in the impeccably delightful taste.
After hydrating and filling ourselves with calories, we set off once more on the trail.
This time, I was actually able to walk properly, though less than an hour after we departed, I was left wishing that Jack could scare me sleepless again—that way I could guilt him into carrying me.
While we continued, I walked without thinking much about the placement of my paws. I worried for my human friend. His mind was clearly plagued by something terrible, but the answer of what continued to evade me. The only lead I had were my own experiences, and in chasing that lead, my mind wandered back to the past.
As I was dragged from our home without protest, Devra lambasted our parents. Velnik cowered to the side as he watched the ordeal, helpless with widened eyes. Dad practically had to peel my sister away from mom as I was shoved into our vehicle. The echo of her shouts faded away.
It was the first time my parents admitted me for predator disease screenings.
An iron grip held my hand and led me forward through the stark featureless halls of the facility. A glance over my shoulder revealed my parents walking along. They dared not to risk a look in my direction. Tears welled at the edge of my eyes as the echoes of distant screams shocked my ears and flooded my brain with fear-chemicals.
My tail wrapped around my body and my ears bent towards the ground. Why did they want to throw me in here with the monsters? All I did was explore.
The facility worker threw me in a chair within a purely white room other than the single large black wall. From the ceiling hung a projector that faced one of the three white surfaces. After the worker left, my eyes floated through the room, narrowing at a sight that practically screamed of its existence. Dark lines were scrawled into the furthest corner of the sterile chamber.
I didn’t have the time to think about its implications when the screen clicked on and the lights dimmed, enhancing the image before me.
The metal chair fell backward with me in it, creating a resounding clang that bounded back and forth across the walls.
My hands slipped and slid across the slick floor, carrying my body backwards. This scramble led the wall to smash against my back. Without a thought, my claws joined the countless other marks of those who had come before me.
A towering, onyx-shaded visage of the malevolent beast prowled beyond the edge of my vision, obscured by tears of terror that practically blinded me. The blood-orange eyes glowed greedily and its mouth was stuck in a perpetual snarl. Viscera of a horrifically familiar color dribbled down its chin from where the meat was in the Arxur’s razor-sharp teeth.
With a click, the sanguine show moved forward to yet another horrific display. Another click. Another. One more. Click. Click. Click. Silence.
My eyes were as raw as my bloodied paws. Their scraping and scrabbling joined me with the other souls who had faced this same experience. When the lights flicked on and the worker came back to collect me, I curled up trying and failing to back away. She stood me up, patting me down before pulling me from the room. Everything was a collective white blur, compressed into a single moment of unfocused voices until I heard the vehicle’s door slam.
The ride home was silent as I leaned my head against the padded surface of my seat. Shallow breaths rose and fell from my chest while Mom and Dad stared ahead. They hadn’t looked at me once since we left the facility—or even talked to me—since we left the facility.
Among the many questions I had, one clung to the surface of my mind before being swallowed by its sea of screams. Why?
When at last we arrived at home, I barely even noticed. Only when the door to the passenger cabin flung open did I somewhat rise from my stupor. A sudden surprise wrapped around me and pulled me from the car, dragging away from my supposed guardians.
In an instant, I was rushed to my room and placed upon the familiar comfort of my bed before being coated by two layers of warmth; one was the plush cloth of a blanket and the other the fluffy warmth of my sister’s fur. “It’s ok, Tev. You’re home. You’re safe.” My empty eyes had no tears left to give, so Devra lent me hers.
You’re home. You’re safe.
“Tev? Tevri?”
My repeated name yanked me from the memory. Ugh, I’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
“You in there sheep?”
With a grumble, I responded. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Jack uttered a mischievous chuckle. “C’mon, let's get over this next hill then break for lunch. Sure seems you could use a rest.” Despite it going unnoticed moments prior, I now felt my heart pumping hard and each breath heaved just as harshly. A short break will probably do me some good.
Together, we crested the hilltop and sat down both our packs and ourselves. I greedily lapped up water from my bottle while the man beside me calmly took several swigs from his own canteen. The food he grabbed was a pair of packaged items that he called ‘pasta salad.’
The small noodles were coated in a layer of creamy sauce and mixed with a variety of colorful vegetables that I didn’t recognize, but just like everything else cooked up by these humans, it was delicious. The sweet, creamy sauce contrasted nicely with the savory taste of the noodles and the soft texture of the pasta paired with the lovely crunch of the vegetables made for a wonderful meal.
As I munched on my food, the wind lazily played with my tail. My heart drummed onward, steadying into an agreeable rhythm before finally, my breathing leveled out.
A field of purple flowers greeted us, climbing and falling with the rolling land. Down below us was the river we had loosely followed, bordered by nondescript bunches of shrubbery. Rapid white waters splashed up and against rocks, breaking the flow and sending up spray.
When together we finished our food, we sat there, enjoying the world around us. “So, Tevri,” as Jack spoke, I met his forward eyes, “we’ve been out here for two days now and I still know next to nothing about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit more ‘bout yourself.”
The sudden question caught me by surprise, but I tried my best to answer anyway. “There isn’t much to tell. I write stories and poetry about the nature of worlds I’ve visited.”
“Well, you must be one hell of a writer to throw around money like you do.”
At the compliment, I felt a rush of warmth to my face. “I—”
Jack’s calm demeanor became one of surprise in an instant. “Is your face ‘sposed to do that?” A pair of my paws clapped to my face, trying and failing to hide the spreading orange.
“Y-yes!” I squeaked. “It’s p-perfectly fine.”
“Huh, right.” He didn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “Well, uh, what about your family? You’ve met mine already, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
Just as the orange began to fade away, a shroud of mist met my eyes and my voice sunk with my ears. “I’d rather not.” The whiplash of jumping from a sense of contentment, to embarrassment, to sad longing was jarring to say the least.
“Ah.” He held his silence for a moment, allowing the blowing breeze and the distant rush of water to fill the space between.
“I’m sorry.”
“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”
Jack gave a huff. “You know it's funny really. You Venlil, us Humans. I never really saw it before, but even just a few days around you, it’s shown me just how similar our people really are.”
Again, wind and water.
“If it means anything, I’ve felt your loss.”
What?! How does he know? How could he possibly know?
He must have picked up my confusion before he responded. “After the battle of Earth I got used to hearing that answer of yours.”
Oh.
Jack rose, swinging his pack around his shoulders. “C’mon sheep, sun’s not getting any higher. Let's get going.”
“YOU—!” The dour mood was immediately washed away by my guide’s hearty laughter. Again with the emotional whiplash.
It was amazing how easily he managed to do that. Try as I might, I couldn’t stay mad at him. As I shook my head, I followed my guide’s motions and grabbed my bag to join him.
For a while we walked quietly, but once again, Jack tried to strike up a conversation. “So, you mentioned you’ve visited other worlds. What were they like?”
I gave the human equivalent of a shrug with my tail. “Some were better than others, but for the most part, they were quite beautiful.”
“You have any favorites?”
My ears perked up. “Oh yes! The sky cities of Nishtal were incredible. Dwelling among the clouds, it was a rather uplifting experience.” Jack groaned with a smile still on his face.
“That might be one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.” In response, I simply chuckled.
“Nishtal, huh?” The smile on his face faded. “That’s the world of feathered sacks-of-shit, right?”
“What? The Krakotl? Don’t be dense now, they aren’t all that bad.”
Jack scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. They didn’t try to wipe the Venlil from existence.”
“If they succeeded during the battle of earth, they very well could have. Not that it matters anymore. Nishtal’s skies are clouded by the ash of their once-lush swamps and their cities have been plucked from the skies. Their world died.”
Jack gave a gruff grunt. “What goes around comes around I guess.”
I was genuinely shocked at what I heard. The anger that began to bubble within me was not the same lighthearted stuff from earlier. “How can you say something like that?”
“They brought it upon themselves,” he barked.
“That bastard Kalsim was the one who brought destruction to his people and you know it. Billions of Krakotl were killed or captured by betterment. Can you honestly tell me, or even yourself, that any species deserves such a fate?”
Silence.
“No. No I guess I can’t” Mentally, I gave a sigh of relief.
With my tail, I gave him a gentle flick. “The Krakotl are functionally endangered now, you know? They may have killed a billion humans, but for each life taken, tens of their own were paid.”
My voice began to choke. “I had—have—friends among the Krakotl. If you think that the mourning you humans experienced was harsh, I just want you to think; how would you feel if less than a percent of your people survived death or capture”
These words of mine were followed by an air of silence. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but something I had said clearly struck a chord with the man. Unlike me, Jack seemed to ground himself in reality, but for the first time since I met him, his distant unfocused eyes made it clear enough that his mind was elsewhere.
The remainder of the day flew by beneath this same blanket of silence.
We passed from the wide grassy knolls into a sparse forest that was more brush than tree. The trail led beneath their branches and through the tall shrubbery, rarely veering one way or the other.
When we eventually stopped to make camp for the evening, the sun was still slightly above the horizon. The campsite was similar to the one we had stopped at on our first day. An old steel fire-pit was set in the middle and a steel food container lay to the side.
Even as we set up, the cold quiet remained.
Progress was slow. Jack usually did the majority of the work, but tonight, his movements were taken with less purpose than I was used to. More than once, his hands fumbled, dropping something only for him to robotically reach down and pick it up again.
Once he did finally unpack his belongings, he left to find wood for the fire. At least this time, I found myself less frightened than when he had last done so. The deafening silence of my thoughts was more disconcerting than the idea of any hunters prowling nearby.
Whatever I had said, it didn’t just strike a chord. No, this had shaken him. Not even those nightmares of his had affected him this deeply.
In much the same way that I hadn’t wanted to talk about my own family, it was clear that whatever this was, he had no desire to elaborate further. I did find it odd however that only after mentioning the near-annihilation of the Krakotl did he seem to change. Perhaps it had to do with whoever he had lost? If this was the case, then I couldn’t fully blame him for his hatred towards the Krakotl. Grief is a powerful accelerant for the fires of rage.
On the other paw, my poor heart broke for the poor avians. So many lost. So few left. When the news had arrived back on Venlil prime, I devoted every moment possible to comforting my grieving friends; to Dualo, Oqui, Icatl and Haiula.
For some though, the grief of their new reality was too strong. Several of my dear friends had been unable to overcome that grief. My ears fell and my head bowed. If nobody else would remember them, I would ensure I never forgot them. They deserved that much.
Despite the clouds looming over my mind, my ears perked up at the sound of footfalls and I turned to see a bundle beneath Jack’s arms. Minutes later, a brilliant blaze burned before us.
It felt good to have a fire again. The protective warmth felt like a familiar embrace. From my pack, I grabbed the same blanket my guide had lent me the day before and wrapped it across my body.
While I found myself shrouded in comfort, Jack prepared our food above the pit. It was yet another warm meal of packaged food. The smell of spice wafted up to the tips of my taste buds as he stirred it about with a metal ladle.
The clink of utensils against our metal bowls rose above the crackling flames. Their sun still peeked out from behind the trees, though soon enough, it fell and with it, came the night’s chill.
Countless stars that you simply didn’t get to see on Venlil Prime appeared in the night sky. A glance told me that I wasn’t the only one impressed by their appearance. My wide field of vision managed to capture nearly the entire sky. I wonder, which of those stars is home?
A gust of wind blew by sending shivers down my spine. The effect of the Wendigo’s story hadn’t been completely lost on me, but the terror it inspired had at least died down to a manageable amount. Staying near to Jack certainly helped.
Speaking of him, I’d had enough of this silence.
“Hey Jack, how would you like to hear a campfire story?” I asked, tossing aside the quiet that had covered.
“Hmph. A promise is a promise. Didn’t really have a fire last night to tell a story ‘round did we. Guess it’s only fair to give you a chance.”
My tail gave a flick of excitement at his agreeance. “I must warn you, this is a bit less of a story and more of a poem. It’s one of the last few that I wrote before my travels across the Federation ended. It isn’t quite as long of a tale as that Wendigo story you told me, but it means a lot to me.
Jack gave a thoughtful nod. “Very well, I call this poem ‘The Wandrer’s Curse.’”
“Across the stars we wandrers go, not caring much for threat or foes, The skies we see are not our own, But from them wonder’s always shown.
From Nishtal’s clear and crystal skies, To Fahl where golden deserts lie, And ‘cross the cradle’s fruitful lands, Our own horizons do expand.
It is amidst these very sights, That we the wandrers oft delight, For friends we seek and friends we find, Across the worlds of species kind.
Thru mountains, oceans and the woods, Where those long past once walked and stood, The wandrers seek to find the past; A simpler time, no clouds o’er cast.
Despite the friends which we have made, The clouds above us cast their shade, Upon the surface of our minds, And seek our hearts with chains to bind.
It is our lot to flee from pain, Brought on by smashing, lashing rains. Til weary broken and undone, We fall with legs which fail to run.
But such is life—that beautiful thing, That brings one joy and suff’ring. So with this final cloudless verse, Remember thee, the wandrer’s curse.”
At the end of my poem, the crackling fire picked up where my words left off. My eyes raised to the heavens once more and I realized just how wonderful this life was. There was something truly sublime about existing right here during this exact moment; under the stars, surrounded by trees the whistling, beside a warm fire that staved off the cold.
Sharing it with Jack made it that much better.
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Memory transcription subject: Tevri, Venlil Romanticist
Date [standardized human time]: August 11, 2137
With eyes still closed, I stretched my legs and arms, paws pushing up against the inside of my sleeping bag. A sigh of contentment escaped my mouth.
I let the world in—light falling down in shafts that struck my still-waking eyes. No trees were around to provide cover from the rising sun that hung low in the east. The sounds of life surrounded me, occasionally being broken up by particularly strong gusts as well as a hint of something else.
My head turned to that hint, who still slept somewhat soundly off to my side. Last night Jack had set up his own sleeping bag less than an arm’s length from my own, citing our lack of a fire as the reason to gather closer to each other.
He tossed and turned, occasionally, muttering incoherently. At least he’s found some rest. After carrying me for over half of yesterday, he had certainly earned it.
It was actually quite surprising how well he had managed it all. His slim build compared to other humans that I had seen was betrayed by a hidden strength and incredible endurance. I suppose millions of years of evolution tends to allow such a thing.
Some part of me still felt bitter about what he had done the night prior to our last, but it was clear to me that his apology was sincere. I gave a quiet snort. He probably wouldn’t have carried you on your shoulders if he wasn’t at least somewhat sorry.
The covers of my too-big bag were thrown off and I sat up, holding my knocked knees with my paws.
Rocky rolling hills with low-grown shoots of grass lightly waved towards me. The nearby mountain range looked down upon us with its well-kept snow despite the summer season. Even three days of standing beneath them didn’t eliminate their wondrously looming presence.
I reached over to my nearby pack and grabbed my pen and journal. I clung to every thought that passed its way through my mind, marking them down the old fashioned way. There was something special about writing my feelings down on something physical rather than some pad or computer. It felt real in comparison to the alternative.
It was incredible to me how one of, if not the most dangerous planet to be found within known space was simultaneously one of the most fantastically beautiful worlds I ever had the pleasure of setting foot on. What a travesty it would have been had the federation actually managed to glass the biosphere. Ironically it had been the Arxur that prevented such a disastrous outcome. Those same savages had…
“Gah!”
Jack shot upright from where he had lain. He heaved harsh breaths, chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted up the incline of a hill. I looked on with alarm, but didn’t think to disrupt the startled man. His eyes stared down at the dirt in front of him as he hung his hands between his legs.
“You okay?” I asked. He whipped to look at me like he had forgotten I was there. Slowly, he turned back to face the dirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a curt sniff and ran his hands across his face as he took a deep sigh.
He was lying.
The restless sleep, the violent rise into consciousness, the obvious distress within those wild eyes—all signs of nightmares. It had been years now since I last worried about such things, but I knew all too well how difficult they were to deal with.
A thought, as intrusive as it was unwelcome, pushed its way through the crowded thoughts of my mind, forcing my heart to skip a beat. What would be enough to scare a predator—human—to scare a human within their dreams? Instantly, I shoved it back from wherever it had come. He needs you right now, just like how you needed her.
I gently crawled over to the distraught man and set a paw on an arm while he leaned forward. At my touch, he turned his head towards me, staring with those forward-facing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
A slight snarl of a smile crossed his face, but no answer came. Jack stood up and stretched his arms outward, leaning back and forth.
“C’mon, let's pack up and head out. S’always good to start out early.” He extended a hand down to me where I sat still. How could he just brush something so terrifying off so easily? My tail flicked absently I guess they always have been a rather resilient species. Why should they be any different mentally? I relented to his proposal, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me upright.
Breakfast—much like last night’s meal—consisted of dry pre-prepped rations. Without surrounding trees from which drywood could be scavenged, we were left fireless. The ‘breakfast bars’ as Jack called them were a sufficient substitute for warm food. Every meal with the human increased my interest in the cuisine of his species. I hadn’t imagined it would all be so wonderfully varied and delicious.
The bar itself was chewy, made of oats, filled with dried fruits and sweetened by sugar. Each bite gave a satisfying crunch as my taste buds reveled in the impeccably delightful taste.
After hydrating and filling ourselves with calories, we set off once more on the trail.
This time, I was actually able to walk properly, though less than an hour after we departed, I was left wishing that Jack could scare me sleepless again—that way I could guilt him into carrying me.
While we continued, I walked without thinking much about the placement of my paws. I worried for my human friend. His mind was clearly plagued by something terrible, but the answer of what continued to evade me. The only lead I had were my own experiences, and in chasing that lead, my mind wandered back to the past.
As I was dragged from our home without protest, Devra lambasted our parents. Velnik cowered to the side as he watched the ordeal, helpless with widened eyes. Dad practically had to peel my sister away from mom as I was shoved into our vehicle. The echo of her shouts faded away.
It was the first time my parents admitted me for predator disease screenings.
An iron grip held my hand and led me forward through the stark featureless halls of the facility. A glance over my shoulder revealed my parents walking along. They dared not to risk a look in my direction. Tears welled at the edge of my eyes as the echoes of distant screams shocked my ears and flooded my brain with fear-chemicals.
My tail wrapped around my body and my ears bent towards the ground. Why did they want to throw me in here with the monsters? All I did was explore.
The facility worker threw me in a chair within a purely white room other than the single large black wall. From the ceiling hung a projector that faced one of the three white surfaces. After the worker left, my eyes floated through the room, narrowing at a sight that practically screamed of its existence. Dark lines were scrawled into the furthest corner of the sterile chamber.
I didn’t have the time to think about its implications when the screen clicked on and the lights dimmed, enhancing the image before me.
The metal chair fell backward with me in it, creating a resounding clang that bounded back and forth across the walls.
My hands slipped and slid across the slick floor, carrying my body backwards. This scramble led the wall to smash against my back. Without a thought, my claws joined the countless other marks of those who had come before me.
A towering, onyx-shaded visage of the malevolent beast prowled beyond the edge of my vision, obscured by tears of terror that practically blinded me. The blood-orange eyes glowed greedily and its mouth was stuck in a perpetual snarl. Viscera of a horrifically familiar color dribbled down its chin from where the meat was in the Arxur’s razor-sharp teeth.
With a click, the sanguine show moved forward to yet another horrific display. Another click. Another. One more. Click. Click. Click. Silence.
My eyes were as raw as my bloodied paws. Their scraping and scrabbling joined me with the other souls who had faced this same experience. When the lights flicked on and the worker came back to collect me, I curled up trying and failing to back away. She stood me up, patting me down before pulling me from the room. Everything was a collective white blur, compressed into a single moment of unfocused voices until I heard the vehicle’s door slam.
The ride home was silent as I leaned my head against the padded surface of my seat. Shallow breaths rose and fell from my chest while Mom and Dad stared ahead. They hadn’t looked at me once since we left the facility—or even talked to me—since we left the facility.
Among the many questions I had, one clung to the surface of my mind before being swallowed by its sea of screams. Why?
When at last we arrived at home, I barely even noticed. Only when the door to the passenger cabin flung open did I somewhat rise from my stupor. A sudden surprise wrapped around me and pulled me from the car, dragging away from my supposed guardians.
In an instant, I was rushed to my room and placed upon the familiar comfort of my bed before being coated by two layers of warmth; one was the plush cloth of a blanket and the other the fluffy warmth of my sister’s fur. “It’s ok, Tev. You’re home. You’re safe.” My empty eyes had no tears left to give, so Devra lent me hers.
You’re home. You’re safe.
“Tev? Tevri?”
My repeated name yanked me from the memory. Ugh, I’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
“You in there sheep?”
With a grumble, I responded. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Jack uttered a mischievous chuckle. “C’mon, let's get over this next hill then break for lunch. Sure seems you could use a rest.” Despite it going unnoticed moments prior, I now felt my heart pumping hard and each breath heaved just as harshly. A short break will probably do me some good.
Together, we crested the hilltop and sat down both our packs and ourselves. I greedily lapped up water from my bottle while the man beside me calmly took several swigs from his own canteen. The food he grabbed was a pair of packaged items that he called ‘pasta salad.’
The small noodles were coated in a layer of creamy sauce and mixed with a variety of colorful vegetables that I didn’t recognize, but just like everything else cooked up by these humans, it was delicious. The sweet, creamy sauce contrasted nicely with the savory taste of the noodles and the soft texture of the pasta paired with the lovely crunch of the vegetables made for a wonderful meal.
As I munched on my food, the wind lazily played with my tail. My heart drummed onward, steadying into an agreeable rhythm before finally, my breathing leveled out.
A field of purple flowers greeted us, climbing and falling with the rolling land. Down below us was the river we had loosely followed, bordered by nondescript bunches of shrubbery. Rapid white waters splashed up and against rocks, breaking the flow and sending up spray.
When together we finished our food, we sat there, enjoying the world around us. “So, Tevri,” as Jack spoke, I met his forward eyes, “we’ve been out here for two days now and I still know next to nothing about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit more ‘bout yourself.”
The sudden question caught me by surprise, but I tried my best to answer anyway. “There isn’t much to tell. I write stories and poetry about the nature of worlds I’ve visited.”
“Well, you must be one hell of a writer to throw around money like you do.”
At the compliment, I felt a rush of warmth to my face. “I—”
Jack’s calm demeanor became one of surprise in an instant. “Is your face ‘sposed to do that?” A pair of my paws clapped to my face, trying and failing to hide the spreading orange.
“Y-yes!” I squeaked. “It’s p-perfectly fine.”
“Huh, right.” He didn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “Well, uh, what about your family? You’ve met mine already, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
Just as the orange began to fade away, a shroud of mist met my eyes and my voice sunk with my ears. “I’d rather not.” The whiplash of jumping from a sense of contentment, to embarrassment, to sad longing was jarring to say the least.
“Ah.” He held his silence for a moment, allowing the blowing breeze and the distant rush of water to fill the space between.
“I’m sorry.”
“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”
Jack gave a huff. “You know it's funny really. You Venlil, us Humans. I never really saw it before, but even just a few days around you, it’s shown me just how similar our people really are.”
Again, wind and water.
“If it means anything, I’ve felt your loss.”
What?! How does he know? How could he possibly know?
He must have picked up my confusion before he responded. “After the battle of Earth I got used to hearing that answer of yours.”
Oh.
Jack rose, swinging his pack around his shoulders. “C’mon sheep, sun’s not getting any higher. Let's get going.”
“YOU—!” The dour mood was immediately washed away by my guide’s hearty laughter. Again with the emotional whiplash.
It was amazing how easily he managed to do that. Try as I might, I couldn’t stay mad at him. As I shook my head, I followed my guide’s motions and grabbed my bag to join him.
For a while we walked quietly, but once again, Jack tried to strike up a conversation. “So, you mentioned you’ve visited other worlds. What were they like?”
I gave the human equivalent of a shrug with my tail. “Some were better than others, but for the most part, they were quite beautiful.”
“You have any favorites?”
My ears perked up. “Oh yes! The sky cities of Nishtal were incredible. Dwelling among the clouds, it was a rather uplifting experience.” Jack groaned with a smile still on his face.
“That might be one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.” In response, I simply chuckled.
“Nishtal, huh?” The smile on his face faded. “That’s the world of feathered sacks-of-shit, right?”
“What? The Krakotl? Don’t be dense now, they aren’t all that bad.”
Jack scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. They didn’t try to wipe the Venlil from existence.”
“If they succeeded during the battle of earth, they very well could have. Not that it matters anymore. Nishtal’s skies are clouded by the ash of their once-lush swamps and their cities have been plucked from the skies. Their world died.”
Jack gave a gruff grunt. “What goes around comes around I guess.”
I was genuinely shocked at what I heard. The anger that began to bubble within me was not the same lighthearted stuff from earlier. “How can you say something like that?”
“They brought it upon themselves,” he barked.
“That bastard Kalsim was the one who brought destruction to his people and you know it. Billions of Krakotl were killed or captured by betterment. Can you honestly tell me, or even yourself, that any species deserves such a fate?”
Silence.
“No. No I guess I can’t” Mentally, I gave a sigh of relief.
With my tail, I gave him a gentle flick. “The Krakotl are functionally endangered now, you know? They may have killed a billion humans, but for each life taken, tens of their own were paid.”
My voice began to choke. “I had—have—friends among the Krakotl. If you think that the mourning you humans experienced was harsh, I just want you to think; how would you feel if less than a percent of your people survived death or capture”
These words of mine were followed by an air of silence. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but something I had said clearly struck a chord with the man. Unlike me, Jack seemed to ground himself in reality, but for the first time since I met him, his distant unfocused eyes made it clear enough that his mind was elsewhere.
The remainder of the day flew by beneath this same blanket of silence.
We passed from the wide grassy knolls into a sparse forest that was more brush than tree. The trail led beneath their branches and through the tall shrubbery, rarely veering one way or the other.
When we eventually stopped to make camp for the evening, the sun was still slightly above the horizon. The campsite was similar to the one we had stopped at on our first day. An old steel fire-pit was set in the middle and a steel food container lay to the side.
Even as we set up, the cold quiet remained.
Progress was slow. Jack usually did the majority of the work, but tonight, his movements were taken with less purpose than I was used to. More than once, his hands fumbled, dropping something only for him to robotically reach down and pick it up again.
Once he did finally unpack his belongings, he left to find wood for the fire. At least this time, I found myself less frightened than when he had last done so. The deafening silence of my thoughts was more disconcerting than the idea of any hunters prowling nearby.
Whatever I had said, it didn’t just strike a chord. No, this had shaken him. Not even those nightmares of his had affected him this deeply.
In much the same way that I hadn’t wanted to talk about my own family, it was clear that whatever this was, he had no desire to elaborate further. I did find it odd however that only after mentioning the near-annihilation of the Krakotl did he seem to change. Perhaps it had to do with whoever he had lost? If this was the case, then I couldn’t fully blame him for his hatred towards the Krakotl. Grief is a powerful accelerant for the fires of rage.
On the other paw, my poor heart broke for the poor avians. So many lost. So few left. When the news had arrived back on Venlil prime, I devoted every moment possible to comforting my grieving friends; to Dualo, Oqui, Icatl and Haiula.
For some though, the grief of their new reality was too strong. Several of my dear friends had been unable to overcome that grief. My ears fell and my head bowed. If nobody else would remember them, I would ensure I never forgot them. They deserved that much.
Despite the clouds looming over my mind, my ears perked up at the sound of footfalls and I turned to see a bundle beneath Jack’s arms. Minutes later, a brilliant blaze burned before us.
It felt good to have a fire again. The protective warmth felt like a familiar embrace. From my pack, I grabbed the same blanket my guide had lent me the day before and wrapped it across my body.
While I found myself shrouded in comfort, Jack prepared our food above the pit. It was yet another warm meal of packaged food. The smell of spice wafted up to the tips of my taste buds as he stirred it about with a metal ladle.
The clink of utensils against our metal bowls rose above the crackling flames. Their sun still peeked out from behind the trees, though soon enough, it fell and with it, came the night’s chill.
Countless stars that you simply didn’t get to see on Venlil Prime appeared in the night sky. A glance told me that I wasn’t the only one impressed by their appearance. My wide field of vision managed to capture nearly the entire sky. I wonder, which of those stars is home?
A gust of wind blew by sending shivers down my spine. The effect of the Wendigo’s story hadn’t been completely lost on me, but the terror it inspired had at least died down to a manageable amount. Staying near to Jack certainly helped.
Speaking of him, I’d had enough of this silence.
“Hey Jack, how would you like to hear a campfire story?” I asked, tossing aside the quiet that had covered.
“Hmph. A promise is a promise. Didn’t really have a fire last night to tell a story ‘round did we. Guess it’s only fair to give you a chance.”
My tail gave a flick of excitement at his agreeance. “I must warn you, this is a bit less of a story and more of a poem. It’s one of the last few that I wrote before my travels across the Federation ended. It isn’t quite as long of a tale as that Wendigo story you told me, but it means a lot to me.
Jack gave a thoughtful nod. “Very well, I call this poem ‘The Wandrer’s Curse.’”
“Across the stars we wandrers go, not caring much for threat or foes, The skies we see are not our own, But from them wonder’s always shown.
From Nishtal’s clear and crystal skies, To Fahl where golden deserts lie, And ‘cross the cradle’s fruitful lands, Our own horizons do expand.
It is amidst these very sights, That we the wandrers oft delight, For friends we seek and friends we find, Across the worlds of species kind.
Thru mountains, oceans and the woods, Where those long past once walked and stood, The wandrers seek to find the past; A simpler time, no clouds o’er cast.
Despite the friends which we have made, The clouds above us cast their shade, Upon the surface of our minds, And seek our hearts with chains to bind.
It is our lot to flee from pain, Brought on by smashing, lashing rains. Til weary broken and undone, We fall with legs which fail to run.
But such is life—that beautiful thing, That brings one joy and suff’ring. So with this final cloudless verse, Remember thee, the wandrer’s curse.”
At the end of my poem, the crackling fire picked up where my words left off. My eyes raised to the heavens once more and I realized just how wonderful this life was. There was something truly sublime about existing right here during this exact moment; under the stars, surrounded by trees the whistling, beside a warm fire that staved off the cold.
Sharing it with Jack made it that much better.
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2023.06.10 23:03 TheArticuno It it a chicken curse or plan incompetence? Advice please!
Am I suffering the effects of an ancient poultry spell or am I just an incompetent new chicken mom?
https://imgur.com/a/w3OyzWC
Have a flock that has gone from 6 girls to 3 in under a year. We've lost Baba Yaga (Barred Rock) who we got as a chick and Hecate (Ameraucana) and Ms. O-Ren (Wyandotte) both of whom we got as pullets from an okay-ish place.
For additional context, our remaining 3 are and have been healthy. Two we got at the same time as Baba and the third came along with O-Ren and Hecate.
Additional context is below. Would love any and all questions, critiques, and/or out-right changes folks might have. 1. Are we doing something wrong and/or can we do anything better? (....incompetence?!) 2. Is this just a series of unfortunate events that are regrettable, but common, amongst backyard chicken flocks? (....curse?!)
Death scenarios:
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Have a flock that has gone from 6 girls to 3 in under a year. We've lost Baba Yaga (Barred Rock) who we got as a chick and Hecate (Ameraucana) and Ms. O-Ren (Wyandotte) both of whom we got as pullets from an okay-ish place.
For additional context, our remaining 3 are and have been healthy. Two we got at the same time as Baba and the third came along with O-Ren and Hecate.
Additional context is below. Would love any and all questions, critiques, and/or out-right changes folks might have. 1. Are we doing something wrong and/or can we do anything better? (....incompetence?!) 2. Is this just a series of unfortunate events that are regrettable, but common, amongst backyard chicken flocks? (....curse?!)
Death scenarios:
- Baba Yaga got sick last winter - likely a respiratory infection. We took her to the vet, started a course of antibiotics, and she recovered. However, she continued to lose weight and was unstable on her feet for a few months. All while eating and drinking normally. We found her dead one morning in Jan 2023.
- Hecate started breathing whistle-y in April 2023. We treated symptoms of clogged nostrils (? not sure what they are on a beak) with warm compresses and her breathing returned to normal. A few days later, we woke up to find her with a gray comb and open-mouthed, labored breathing. She died within 30 minutes.
- O-Ren passed away earlier this week (June 2023) within 48 hours of an apparent injury. She would not put weight on her left leg. We inspected for injuries and mobility issues and couldn't find any visible. We isolated her, gave her antibiotics and the ratio of 5 Advil 350 mg tablets/1 gallon water. She was eating and drinking normally both days. We woke up on the third day and she was dead.
- We are located in the southern United States. We use pine shavings in the coop. They have a fairly large run and we let them out in our backyard to free range. No access to chemicals, nightshade plants, trash, etc.. We do have two backyard bird feeders and have been unsuccessfully attempting to live trap some mice that have taken up residence under our potting shed after observing feces around and in the run. We've now bought snap traps.
- We replace bedding, clean up run poop, clean and replace water once a week. We clean and replace food, layer pellets, as needed. We sanitize our cleaning tools with a diluted bleach solution.
- We use food-grade DE in dirt bathing spots and around the coop and run. We treated girls with dewormer spring 2022. We have ordered poultry dust as we recently noticed mites. We have not treated for mites beyond DE to date.
- We are not sure of the status of vaccination of any of them.
2023.06.10 22:49 Altruistic-Mall4149 There's always a light at the end of the tunnel...?
March, 1919.
After facing a 9 hours long trip, Viktor arrives at Lucrein and is received by it's cousin Ivan and his old friend Nikolay, both already living in the town for four years. It's safe to say that this town is the most facinating one Viktor ever saw in his life but that doesn't mean that the city was in it's best shape, the war has left deep scars that will take long to heal.
Their new home also wasn't the best nor the worst Viktor has lived in, but the constant water shortages became a annoying issue. After a cold bath and a cup of coffee, the three dressed their uniforms and went to work in a furniture factory, one of the few ones still open. As they arrive, Viktor observes the factory state, a grey, dusty place with old machinery, surely surviving the civil war was a tough task for the small company and it's employees.
Viktor then starts doing his task, maintaining and fixing the machines, initially is hard to understand them but thanks to his past experience fixing agricultural machines for landowners and some advice from older co-workers, he was able to pull it off. When the three arrive home, they have to deal with the fact that the three wages combined barely can cover the bills and food expenses and they have families at home to help, but they won't give up.
May, 1919.
The three are worried and fear being fired, their april wages were delayed and they already passed through eight days of hunger, they get another cold bath and don't even take breakfast as the three start their shifts at 6:00am and finish at 17:00pm, enduring such long workdays just because there aren't many better jobs around and they need cash to help their families since dustbowl wasn't soft for the small farmer, at least they finally receive their wages this month and decide to celebrate going for a walk in the town.
The night is pleasant, the moon makes a great company and the city lights are brighter as ever, the vehicles pass by and the people in the streets look determined to pass through the many hardships head on, the three go into a bar and drink a little but agreeing to not spend too much in only one night. Finally they decide to finish one of their few celebrative months going to the top of a green hill to reflect and talk about the future, with only the starts and the night creatures as witnesses.
October, 1919.
They receive the news that Nikolay's sister, Svetlana is about to give birth, after some pondering, Ivan and Viktor decide to join him and, after getting a very needed one-week leave without pay, the three make their way to the Aliev family ranch near Istront. At arrival, they found out that the baby would probably come to this world in two or three days, while Ivan and Viktor helped with the homeworks, Nikolay and the father would assist Svetlana and the midwife in any possible need.
Finally the day arrives, Svetlana sweats and screams, the baby's father and Nikolay seem to sweat even more as they distribute cigars to the family members and friends, preparing to throw a grand welcoming party for the new family member, at some point the two are called inside the room while Ivan and Viktor wait anxiously in the kitchen, after some more screaming, the midwife gives the bad news, the baby was stuck and medical help was needed, Viktor quickly called an ambulance but thanks to another heritage of the war, a destroyed infraestructure, the ambulance would take too long, Nikolay and Ivan even tried to drive Svetlana to the hospital in her husband truck but it was too late, she and the baby unfortunately died at the hospital entrance.
November, 1919.
It takes some time for the three to recover from such events, Nikolay, of course, was more affected then Ivan and Viktor as both start to work to ensure the payment of their bills. Rumors of a massive strike are raised through the town and Ivan decides to take part in it while Viktor is more skeptical about it.
Then, on the 11th day of the month, the strike really occurs, Ivan joins the sizeable demonstrations while Viktor stays home with Nikolay, the strike in Lucrein severely affects the industry and services companies and lasts two weeks as soon the demonstrations are dispersed, some achieve to be employed again while others not and the improvements for the workers are minimum and the scale of them differs from factory to factory. Viktor and Nikolay return to their posts while Ivan gets a job in another place.
December 31, 1919.
A small gathering of tired workers can be seen at the furniture factory in a New Year celebration, cheap booze and some good food are being served in two tables and the employees, foreman and even the boss himself are cheering and toasting. The three friends toast as the fireworks show starts and everyone goes to the roof to see it, Nikolay, Ivan and Viktor hug eachother and hope their future will be as brighter as those fireworks sweeping the darkness out of the sky.
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After facing a 9 hours long trip, Viktor arrives at Lucrein and is received by it's cousin Ivan and his old friend Nikolay, both already living in the town for four years. It's safe to say that this town is the most facinating one Viktor ever saw in his life but that doesn't mean that the city was in it's best shape, the war has left deep scars that will take long to heal.
Their new home also wasn't the best nor the worst Viktor has lived in, but the constant water shortages became a annoying issue. After a cold bath and a cup of coffee, the three dressed their uniforms and went to work in a furniture factory, one of the few ones still open. As they arrive, Viktor observes the factory state, a grey, dusty place with old machinery, surely surviving the civil war was a tough task for the small company and it's employees.
Viktor then starts doing his task, maintaining and fixing the machines, initially is hard to understand them but thanks to his past experience fixing agricultural machines for landowners and some advice from older co-workers, he was able to pull it off. When the three arrive home, they have to deal with the fact that the three wages combined barely can cover the bills and food expenses and they have families at home to help, but they won't give up.
May, 1919.
The three are worried and fear being fired, their april wages were delayed and they already passed through eight days of hunger, they get another cold bath and don't even take breakfast as the three start their shifts at 6:00am and finish at 17:00pm, enduring such long workdays just because there aren't many better jobs around and they need cash to help their families since dustbowl wasn't soft for the small farmer, at least they finally receive their wages this month and decide to celebrate going for a walk in the town.
The night is pleasant, the moon makes a great company and the city lights are brighter as ever, the vehicles pass by and the people in the streets look determined to pass through the many hardships head on, the three go into a bar and drink a little but agreeing to not spend too much in only one night. Finally they decide to finish one of their few celebrative months going to the top of a green hill to reflect and talk about the future, with only the starts and the night creatures as witnesses.
October, 1919.
They receive the news that Nikolay's sister, Svetlana is about to give birth, after some pondering, Ivan and Viktor decide to join him and, after getting a very needed one-week leave without pay, the three make their way to the Aliev family ranch near Istront. At arrival, they found out that the baby would probably come to this world in two or three days, while Ivan and Viktor helped with the homeworks, Nikolay and the father would assist Svetlana and the midwife in any possible need.
Finally the day arrives, Svetlana sweats and screams, the baby's father and Nikolay seem to sweat even more as they distribute cigars to the family members and friends, preparing to throw a grand welcoming party for the new family member, at some point the two are called inside the room while Ivan and Viktor wait anxiously in the kitchen, after some more screaming, the midwife gives the bad news, the baby was stuck and medical help was needed, Viktor quickly called an ambulance but thanks to another heritage of the war, a destroyed infraestructure, the ambulance would take too long, Nikolay and Ivan even tried to drive Svetlana to the hospital in her husband truck but it was too late, she and the baby unfortunately died at the hospital entrance.
November, 1919.
It takes some time for the three to recover from such events, Nikolay, of course, was more affected then Ivan and Viktor as both start to work to ensure the payment of their bills. Rumors of a massive strike are raised through the town and Ivan decides to take part in it while Viktor is more skeptical about it.
Then, on the 11th day of the month, the strike really occurs, Ivan joins the sizeable demonstrations while Viktor stays home with Nikolay, the strike in Lucrein severely affects the industry and services companies and lasts two weeks as soon the demonstrations are dispersed, some achieve to be employed again while others not and the improvements for the workers are minimum and the scale of them differs from factory to factory. Viktor and Nikolay return to their posts while Ivan gets a job in another place.
December 31, 1919.
A small gathering of tired workers can be seen at the furniture factory in a New Year celebration, cheap booze and some good food are being served in two tables and the employees, foreman and even the boss himself are cheering and toasting. The three friends toast as the fireworks show starts and everyone goes to the roof to see it, Nikolay, Ivan and Viktor hug eachother and hope their future will be as brighter as those fireworks sweeping the darkness out of the sky.
2023.06.10 22:34 Case-Feisty I (28) broke up with my boyfriend(34) because he was saving photos of his co workers on his phone.
Im going to try to make this short, I meet my ex about 4 years ago we worked together for about a year before we started dating, (we dated for 3 years) right off the bat I felt something was not right about our relationship, like the vibe was off ? But i ignored it because i really liked him. I wasn't feeling like a girlfriend to him like I should have been, and when I would try to express my feelings he would get pissy about it, looking back very childish. Now I'm not saying he wasn't nice to me becausehe was for the most part, Or if I asked him for something that I absolutely needed he would have gotten it for me. But we also worked together and I'm aware that's a lot time together and for him that was "our time together" he didn't want to do anything after work, ever, absolutely nothing, just the weekends if his son was away for one of those days because he wanted laid, He didn't want to come over & watch a movie or come over for dinner because he always said he needed to go home to his son and help him with homework, but honestly half the time it was always done because his grandparents would him, or just be with his son in general or helping other people with lawns when it was nice out & I have 2 daughters so I'm well aware children come first, but there was absolutely no balance between his son or me when it came to my ex, we didn't even do anything on our anniversaries because we worked, or he would ALWAYS use the excuse of I was always working, even if I was working there was absolutely no creativity on his end when i got off work when he had his days off, like I did for him when I was off.
We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him. When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or my boyfriend in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm. After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications when off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but that, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, loving every girls profile pictures, and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged as I read, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that I wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I always needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get as fast as I could) so I lied and said "okay", I felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me and just wanting laid.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. Having those images in my head told me everything, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him. I moved out the next day.
Two months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house, texting & calling my phone from differnt numbers and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house thinking thats going to get me back, but at the same time ive heard hes trying to move on and ive heard hes with someone but its a fake profile? I told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop, part of me in a way I feel bad for leaving him the way I did and kindof wanted to be acquaintances with him and then part of doesn't, I don't know if it's even worth feeling this way or if I was overreacting.
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We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him. When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or my boyfriend in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm. After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications when off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but that, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, loving every girls profile pictures, and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged as I read, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that I wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I always needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get as fast as I could) so I lied and said "okay", I felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me and just wanting laid.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. Having those images in my head told me everything, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him. I moved out the next day.
Two months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house, texting & calling my phone from differnt numbers and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house thinking thats going to get me back, but at the same time ive heard hes trying to move on and ive heard hes with someone but its a fake profile? I told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop, part of me in a way I feel bad for leaving him the way I did and kindof wanted to be acquaintances with him and then part of doesn't, I don't know if it's even worth feeling this way or if I was overreacting.
2023.06.10 22:31 JoshAsdvgi THE SNAKE MYTH
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE SNAKE MYTH A Hopi Legend At Tokóonavi, north of the Grand Canyon, lived people who were then not yet Snake people. They lived close to the bank of the river. The chief's son often pondered over the Grand Canyon and wondered where all that water went to. "That must certainly make it very full somewhere," he thought to himself. So he spoke to his father about it. ''So that is what you have been thinking about," the latter said. "Yes," his son answered, "I want to go and examine it." The father gave his consent and told his son that he should make a box for himself that would be large enough for him to get into, and he should arrange it so that all openings in the box could be closed. This the boy did, making also a long pole (according to others a long báho), with which he could push the box in case it became fast or tangled up anywhere. When he was ready he took a lot of báhos and some food, went into the box, and allowed himself to be pushed into the water, on which he then floated along. Finally he came to the ocean, where he drifted against an island. He found the house of Spider Woman (Kóhk'ang Wuhti) here, who called him to come to her house. He went over and found that he could not get through the opening leading to her house. "How shall I get in?" he said; "the opening is too small." She told him to enlarge it. This he did and then entered. He told her a story and gave her a báho, and said that he had come after beads, etc. She pointed to another kiva away out in the water and said that there were some beads and corals there. but that there were some wild animals guarding the path to it. "If you had not informed me, how could you have succeeded in getting there and how would you have gotten back? But I shall go with you," she said, "because you have given me a báho, for which I am very glad." She then gave the young man some medicine and seated herself behind his right ear. He spurted the medicine over the water and immediately a road like a rainbow was formed from the dwelling of Spider Woman to the other kiva. On this they went across the water. As they approached the kiva to which they were going they first encountered a panther, who growled fiercely. The young man gave him a green báho and spurted some medicine upon him, which quieted him. A little farther on they met a bear, whom they quieted in the same manner. Still farther on they came upon a wildcat, to which they also handed a báho, which quieted the animal. Hereupon they met a gray wolf, and finally a very large rattle-snake (K'áhtoya), both of which they appeased in the same manner as the others. They then arrived at the kiva, where they found at the entrance a bow standard (Aoát nátsi). They then descended the ladder and found in the kiva many people who were dressed in blue kilts, had their faces painted with specular iron (yaláhaii), and around their necks they wore many beads. The young man sat down near the fireplace, Spider Woman still being seated on his ear, but no one spoke. The men looked at him, but remained silent. Presently the chief got a large bag of tobacco and a large pipe. He filled the latter and smoked four times. He then handed the pipe to the young man and said: "Smoke and swallow the smoke." The swallowing of the smoke was a test: any one not being able to do that was driven off. Spider Woman had informed the young man about this test, so he was posted. When he commenced to smoke she whispered to him: "Put me behind you." This he did in an unobserved manner, so when he swallowed the smoke she immediately drew the smoke from him and blew it away, and hence he did not get dizzy. The men who did not observe the trick were pleased and said to him: ''All right, you are strong; you are certainly some one. Thank you. Your heart is good: you are one of us; you are our child." "Yes." he said, and handed them some red nakwákwosis and a single green báho with red points, such as are still made in Shupaúlavi in the Antelope society. They then became very friendly, saving that the were very happy over the báhos. On the walls of the kiva were hanging many costumes made of snake skins. Soon the chief said to the people: "Let us dress up now," and turning to the young man bid him to turn away so that he would not see what was going on. He did so, and when he looked back again the men had all dressed up in the snake costumes and had turned into snakes, large and small, bull- snakes, racers, and rattle-snakes, that were moving about on the floor hissing, rattling, etc. While he had turned away and the snake People had been dressing themselves, Spider Woman had whispered to him that they were now going to try him very hard, but that he should not be afraid to touch the snakes; and she gave him many instructions. Among those present in the kiva had also been some pretty maidens who had also put on snake costumes and had turned into serpents. One of them had been particularly handsome. The chief had not turned into a snake, and was sitting near the fireplace. He now turned to the young man and said to him: "You go now and select and take one of these snakes." The snakes seemed to be very angry and the young man got frightened when they stared at him, but Spider Woman whispered to him not to be a coward, nor to be afraid. The prettiest maiden had turned into a large yellow rattle-snake (Sik'á-tcua), and was especially angry. Spider Woman whispered to the young man, that the one that acted so very angrily was the pretty maiden and that he should try to take that one. He tried, but the snake was very wild and fierce. "Be not afraid," Spider Woman whispered, and handed him some medicine. This he secretly chewed and spurted a small quantity of it on the fierce snake, whereupon it immediately became docile. He at once grabbed it, held and stroked it four times upward, each time spurting a little medicine on it, and thus freeing it from its anger. The chief was astonished and said: "You are very something, thanks. Now, look away again." He did so and when he turned back he saw that all the snakes had assumed the forms of men and women again, including the maiden that he had captured. They now were all very good to him, and talked to him in the kindest manner, because they now considered him as initiated and as one of them. He was now welcome, and the chief invited him to eat. The mána whom the young man had taken got from another room in the kiva some bread made of fresh corn-meal, some peaches, melons, etc., and set this food before the young man. Spider Woman whispered to the young -man to give her something to eat too, which he did secretly. She enjoyed the food very much and was very happy. Now the chief asked the man why he came, etc. "I hunt a lólomat kátcit (good life) and was thinking about the water running this way, and so this way it runs. I have come also to get Hopi food from here. I also heard that there lives a woman here somewhere, the Hurúing Wuhti, from whom I want beads." "What have you for her?" they asked. "These báhos," he said. "All right, you will get there. But now you sleep here." But Spider Woman wanted to get back. He told them that he wanted to go out a little while. Then he went and took Spider Woman home, and put her down. She invited him to come and eat with her. She had a pövö'lpik'i off which she lived and which never gave out, but he left her and returned to the Snake kiva, where he was welcomed and called brother and son-in-law (möö'nangwuu), although he had not yet married, but only caught the mána. So he remained there. That evening and night the chief told him all about the Snake cult, altar, etc., etc., and instructed him how he must put this up, and do that, when he would return. He did not sleep that night. In the morning he again went out on the same excuse as the previous evening, and went to Spider Woman, who went out. She made a rainbow road into the ocean to a high bluff where Hurúing Wuhti lived, and to which they ascended on a ladder. They went in and found an old hag, but on all the walls many beads, shells, etc. The woman said nothing. The young man gave her the báhos, then she, said faintly, "Áskwali!" (Thanks!) At sundown she went into a side chamber and returned a very pretty maiden with fine buffalo and wildcat robes, of which she made a bed, and after having fed him, invited him to sleep with her on the bed. Then Spider Woman ,whispered he should comply with her request, then he would win her favor and get the beads. So he did as requested. In the morning he awoke and found by his side an old hag, snoring. He was very unhappy, He stayed all day, the hag sitting bent up all day. In the evening the change, etc., that occurred on the previous day was repeated, but the hag after this remained a pretty maiden. He remained four days and nights with Hurúing Wuhti, who is the deity of the hard substances. After four days he wanted to go home, so she went into a room on the north side and got a turquoise bead; then from a room west the same: from a room South a reddish bead (cátsni); from one east, a hard white bead (hurúingwa), a shell. Then she gave him a few of all kinds of beads and told him to go home now, but charging him not to open the sack, because if he did they would be gone, and if he did not they would increase. "You go to the Snakes, who will give you clothes, food, etc." He then returned to the Snake kiva. There he staved four days and four nights, sleeping with his wife. When he was ready to go home the chief said: "Take this mána with you. You have won us. Take it all with you, take of our food. Practice the ceremonies there that I told you about. This woman will bear you children and then you will be many and they will hold this ceremony for you." So they started. At Spider Woman's house he told his wife, ''You stay here. I will go to the rear." So he went to Spider Woman's house and she asked: ''Well, did you get the mána?" "Yes," he said. "Well, you take everything along." But she forbid him to touch his wife while they would be on the way, as then his beads would disappear and also his wife. So they started. The beads were as yet not heavy. During the night they slept separately. In the morning they found that the beads had increased, and they kept increasing as they went along the next day. The next night they spent in the same way. They were anxious to see whether the beads and shells had increased, but did not dare to do so. The third night was again spent, and the contents of the bag increased the same as the previous two nights. The bag with the beads and shells now became very heavy and the young man was very anxious to see them, but his wife forbade him to open the sack. The fourth night was spent in the same manner, and when they arose in the morning the sack was nearly full and was very heavy. Spider Woman had also put some strings into the bag with the beads, and the beads were strung onto these strings a,; they kept increasing. They now approached the home of the young man, and the latter was very anxious to get home in order to see the contents, of the sack, so they traveled on. When they had nearly one more day's travel to make the sack had become full. During the last night the man opened the sack, although his wife remonstrated most energetically. He took out many of the finest beads and shells and spread them on the floor before them, put them around his neck, and was very happy. So they retired for the night. In the morning they found that all the beads except those which Hurúing Wuhti had given to the man had disappeared. Hence the Hopi have so few beads at the present day. If that man had at that time brought home with him all the beads which he had, they would have many. So when they arrived at home they were very despondent. At that time only the Divided or Separated Spring (Bátki) clan and the Pö'na (a certain cactus) clan lived at that place, but with the arrival of this young couple a new clan, the Snake clan, had come to the village. Soon this new woman bore many children. They were snakes who lived in the fields and in the sand. They grew very rapidly and went about and played with the Hopi children, whom they sometimes bit. This made the Hopi very angry and they said: "This is not good," and drove them off, so they were very unhappy. The woman said to her husband: "You take our children back to my home and there we shall go away from here alone." Then the man's father made báhos, gave them to his son, who put all the snakes with the báhos into his blanket and took them back to his wife's home, and there told the Snake people why he brought their children and the báhos. They said it was all right. Hence the Snake priests, when carrying away the snakes from the plaza after the snake dance, take with them and deposit with the snakes some báhos, so that they should not themselves return to the village. When the Snake man returned to his village lit and his wife traveled south- eastward, stopping at various places. All at once they saw smoke in the distance, and when they went there they found a village perched son the mesa. This was the village of Wálpi. They at once went to the foot of the mesa on which Wálpi was situated and announced their presence. So the village chief went down to them from the mesa, and asked what they wanted. They asked to be admitted to the village, promising that they would assist the people in the ceremonies. The chief at first showed himself unwilling to admit then), but finally gave his consent and took them up to the village. From that time the woman bore human children instead of little snakes. These children and their descendants became the Snake clan, of whom only very few are now living. Soon also the Bátki and Pö'na clan came to Wálpi and found admittance to the village. At Wálpi the Snake people made the first Snake típoni, Snake altar, etc., and had the first Snake ceremony. From here the Snake cult spread to the other villages, first to Shongópavi, then to Mishóngnovi, and then to Oraíbi. At the first Snake ceremony the Snake chief sent his nephew to the north, to the west, to the south, and to the east to hunt snakes. He brought some from each direction, The chief then hollowed out a piece of báho, made of cottonwood root. Into this he put the rattles of three of the snakes and the fourth snake entirely. He then inserted into it a corn-ear, and tied to it different feathers of the eagle, the oriole, blue-bird, parrot, magpie, Ásya, and topóckwa, winding a buckskin String around these feathers. When he had made this típoni, the first ceremony was celebrated, and afterwards it took place regularly. |
2023.06.10 22:27 OroraBorealis I am finally dating the boy I've loved since 6th grade!
Hi all, first time posting in here! I'm pretty long winded so I apologize in advance for how long this might get.
I am finally living a life that makes me wake up and feel grateful every single day, and my friends and family are kinda sick of me gushing about it, but I'm not sure I'll ever be done being amazed by how different life is, and I'll never stop wanting to proverbially shout it from the rooftops. So here I am, shouting into the void about it.
I (27F) am finally with the best friend I've had since I was 12, just a little sixth grader with a crush on the boy who liked the same show I did. My boyfriend (27M) and I have always kind of danced around our feelings for each other, but the timing was always off and one of us was always dating someone else. (I'm even still friends with one of his exes to this day!)
Well, when I was 19, I got with my now-ex (30M, was 23 when I met him). Best friend and ex did not get along, largely because my ex was a narcissist and was threatened by my best friend because despite the fact that it never worked out and he was dating the girl who I am still friends with today, my ex saw how much my best friend cared about me and didn't buy that we could be around each other without fooling around. I tried to placate both of them for a while, but then the best friend gave me an ultimatum that I could keep him as a friend or date the ex.
Being stupid and 19, I thought the best friend was just jealous that someone finally was serious about me (all of my relationships lasted 1month or less before him... But as it turns out, best friend just saw that ex was narcissistic and didn't want me to subject myself to the abuse that would follow). And because I thought he was being jelaous but knew that he wouldn't leave his girlfriend to be with me instead, I chose the ex, and spent the next eight years in a relationship with a narcissist who would cheat on me, accuse me of cheating constantly, emotionally manipulate me, gaslight me, and overall destroy my self worth and my support system.
Well, this January, I finally broke up with my ex, and he moved out by the end of January. Around that time, I made a post on Facebook explaining that we finally broke up after 8 years, thanked him for the lessons, yada yada. Well, I was still friends on Facebook with the best friend (I assumed he just never used it, he's not a big social media guy, so I never bothered unfriending him - thank god!), and a mutual friend of ours told him to go read my post, as he apparently was active on facebook but just blocked my posts from showing up on his feed.
So he read the post, and then he reached out, just trying to offer me support. He didn't know anything about how we broke up, so I think he assumed I'd be heartbroken after leaving an 8 year relationship... But I wasn't. I was cleaning my apartment and getting it looking nice now that I didn't have a man child to care for. I was going out to karaoke every weekend and enjoying my life. So when he reached out to me, I was so fucking happy to finally be able to mend the bridge I burned. I had been wanting to reach out to him for months, but I assumed he would have hated me for turning my back on him for so many years, and my anxieties told me that I didn't deserve his friendship, so it probably would have taken months for me to reach out to him.
But as soon as he reached out, all the insecurity fell away. He felt like home. We talked nonstop the entire week, and finally agreed to meet up that weekend for the first time since he gave me that ultimatum so many years ago. I told him me and a few work friends were going to karaoke that Friday night and asked him to meet us there.
Man, when I saw him for the first time in years, ALL my feelings came back for him. But I wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet, so I hugged him and pretended I didn't feel anything and just hung out with him and my friends like it was nothing.
But fast forward literally not even 2 weeks to my birthday, we'd already tackled, 1. The conversation about how our friendship ended, 2. Why things hadn't worked out for us as children, 3. That we still had feelings for each other, and 4. That he was willing to wait for me to feel ready to start dating again before we rushed into anything. He comes over to my place to work (remote job, night shift), and walks in with 2 dozen red roses. I kissed him for the first time that night and everything just felt so right. Not even 2 more weeks go by and we are dating, and in another 2 weeks, he's moved in with me.
At first, I was so scared. Scared that I was going to be toxic toward him because all I knew was a toxic relationship and the habits it gave me. Scared that maybe it was too good to be true and I needed to wait longer to see if he was going to stay as loving as he was. Scared that I was ruined and would never be happy, or be able to give him the kind of love he deserves. But something about him just makes things so.... Easy. It's easy to out in work on the house because I know its appreciated. Its easy to bare my soul to him because I know he hears me and understands me. It's easy to wake up smiling because I know he's right there when I reach over to him.
Its June now so I guess we've been together 4, going on 5 months, and it honestly is so unreal to me how different life is now. 7 months ago, I was crying silently in my bed while my ex was on discord with his friends playing games for the 8th consecutive hour (like always), feeling alone and unlovable, while my house was a mess and my life going nowhere.
Now, I wake up every morning to a boyfriend who is quite literally my best friend. He doesn't tell me that a kiss that lasts longer than a second is "too much", he grabs me by both sides of my face and kisses me until I am breathless. I don't have to beg him to clean up after himself, because he does it automatically. If I ask him to do something for me, he does it within 48 hours, if not within 48 seconds. He is kind and caring, he never raises his voice at me, hell he never gets mad. He treats me with so much love and compassion. He even supported my decision to get a cat, and calls him "our son". Ughgghhhhhhh 💕💕💕💕💕
I just hope this feeling never goes away. I hope I never stop getting butterflies when he looks at me, or find its hard to breathe when he tells me how much he loves me. I never want to forget the way his eyes lit up when he told me the story of the first time he realized he was in love with me when we were 18. I never want my skin to feel anything short of electricity when he touches me. I hope I get to spend every day of the rest of my life waking up to his beautiful spring green eyes looking at me, because I'm so goddamn grateful that the eyes are the one thing that will never change. When we're old and gray and falling apart, I know I'll still be able to look at his eyes and see nothing but love for me in them.
So yeah. I'm sitting on our couch at home, waiting for him to get out of band practice while our dinner simmers in the crock pot. I've got our kitty sitting next to me and my favorite show on the tv, and all I can think about is how goddamn lucky I feel that things turned out like this. I had no idea where life was going to take me when I finally found the courage to dump my ex. I was so terrified that I would lose my apartment, that I was a failure, that I would never find a love like the one we see in movies. But here I am, 6 months later, and my life feels like a movie!
So if there are any people out there stuck in a shitty relationship, scrolling through this community like I used to, just hoping to live vicariously through the posts for a while... I just want you to know there is definitely hope for you to turn things around. Find the courage to not settle, because you deserve happiness. I don't think I believed I would find it when I took the leap of faith I did in January, but I knew I deserved to give myself the opportunity to go looking for it. I couldn't be more happy that I did. I'm not saying your life will turn out exactly like mine did... but your own happy ending could be waiting for you. I hope you will be brave enough to go out and find it. You'll be glad you did.
And to anyone else who can say they're with the person of their dreams, and maybe have forgotten how lucky they are to be there, give your partner some extra love today. Show them how happy you are to have them in your life today.
Now, I'm gonna go do some dishes so my baby doesn't have to when he gets home, and maybe list the ways my life is better now that he's in it again. Bye!
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I am finally living a life that makes me wake up and feel grateful every single day, and my friends and family are kinda sick of me gushing about it, but I'm not sure I'll ever be done being amazed by how different life is, and I'll never stop wanting to proverbially shout it from the rooftops. So here I am, shouting into the void about it.
I (27F) am finally with the best friend I've had since I was 12, just a little sixth grader with a crush on the boy who liked the same show I did. My boyfriend (27M) and I have always kind of danced around our feelings for each other, but the timing was always off and one of us was always dating someone else. (I'm even still friends with one of his exes to this day!)
Well, when I was 19, I got with my now-ex (30M, was 23 when I met him). Best friend and ex did not get along, largely because my ex was a narcissist and was threatened by my best friend because despite the fact that it never worked out and he was dating the girl who I am still friends with today, my ex saw how much my best friend cared about me and didn't buy that we could be around each other without fooling around. I tried to placate both of them for a while, but then the best friend gave me an ultimatum that I could keep him as a friend or date the ex.
Being stupid and 19, I thought the best friend was just jealous that someone finally was serious about me (all of my relationships lasted 1month or less before him... But as it turns out, best friend just saw that ex was narcissistic and didn't want me to subject myself to the abuse that would follow). And because I thought he was being jelaous but knew that he wouldn't leave his girlfriend to be with me instead, I chose the ex, and spent the next eight years in a relationship with a narcissist who would cheat on me, accuse me of cheating constantly, emotionally manipulate me, gaslight me, and overall destroy my self worth and my support system.
Well, this January, I finally broke up with my ex, and he moved out by the end of January. Around that time, I made a post on Facebook explaining that we finally broke up after 8 years, thanked him for the lessons, yada yada. Well, I was still friends on Facebook with the best friend (I assumed he just never used it, he's not a big social media guy, so I never bothered unfriending him - thank god!), and a mutual friend of ours told him to go read my post, as he apparently was active on facebook but just blocked my posts from showing up on his feed.
So he read the post, and then he reached out, just trying to offer me support. He didn't know anything about how we broke up, so I think he assumed I'd be heartbroken after leaving an 8 year relationship... But I wasn't. I was cleaning my apartment and getting it looking nice now that I didn't have a man child to care for. I was going out to karaoke every weekend and enjoying my life. So when he reached out to me, I was so fucking happy to finally be able to mend the bridge I burned. I had been wanting to reach out to him for months, but I assumed he would have hated me for turning my back on him for so many years, and my anxieties told me that I didn't deserve his friendship, so it probably would have taken months for me to reach out to him.
But as soon as he reached out, all the insecurity fell away. He felt like home. We talked nonstop the entire week, and finally agreed to meet up that weekend for the first time since he gave me that ultimatum so many years ago. I told him me and a few work friends were going to karaoke that Friday night and asked him to meet us there.
Man, when I saw him for the first time in years, ALL my feelings came back for him. But I wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet, so I hugged him and pretended I didn't feel anything and just hung out with him and my friends like it was nothing.
But fast forward literally not even 2 weeks to my birthday, we'd already tackled, 1. The conversation about how our friendship ended, 2. Why things hadn't worked out for us as children, 3. That we still had feelings for each other, and 4. That he was willing to wait for me to feel ready to start dating again before we rushed into anything. He comes over to my place to work (remote job, night shift), and walks in with 2 dozen red roses. I kissed him for the first time that night and everything just felt so right. Not even 2 more weeks go by and we are dating, and in another 2 weeks, he's moved in with me.
At first, I was so scared. Scared that I was going to be toxic toward him because all I knew was a toxic relationship and the habits it gave me. Scared that maybe it was too good to be true and I needed to wait longer to see if he was going to stay as loving as he was. Scared that I was ruined and would never be happy, or be able to give him the kind of love he deserves. But something about him just makes things so.... Easy. It's easy to out in work on the house because I know its appreciated. Its easy to bare my soul to him because I know he hears me and understands me. It's easy to wake up smiling because I know he's right there when I reach over to him.
Its June now so I guess we've been together 4, going on 5 months, and it honestly is so unreal to me how different life is now. 7 months ago, I was crying silently in my bed while my ex was on discord with his friends playing games for the 8th consecutive hour (like always), feeling alone and unlovable, while my house was a mess and my life going nowhere.
Now, I wake up every morning to a boyfriend who is quite literally my best friend. He doesn't tell me that a kiss that lasts longer than a second is "too much", he grabs me by both sides of my face and kisses me until I am breathless. I don't have to beg him to clean up after himself, because he does it automatically. If I ask him to do something for me, he does it within 48 hours, if not within 48 seconds. He is kind and caring, he never raises his voice at me, hell he never gets mad. He treats me with so much love and compassion. He even supported my decision to get a cat, and calls him "our son". Ughgghhhhhhh 💕💕💕💕💕
I just hope this feeling never goes away. I hope I never stop getting butterflies when he looks at me, or find its hard to breathe when he tells me how much he loves me. I never want to forget the way his eyes lit up when he told me the story of the first time he realized he was in love with me when we were 18. I never want my skin to feel anything short of electricity when he touches me. I hope I get to spend every day of the rest of my life waking up to his beautiful spring green eyes looking at me, because I'm so goddamn grateful that the eyes are the one thing that will never change. When we're old and gray and falling apart, I know I'll still be able to look at his eyes and see nothing but love for me in them.
So yeah. I'm sitting on our couch at home, waiting for him to get out of band practice while our dinner simmers in the crock pot. I've got our kitty sitting next to me and my favorite show on the tv, and all I can think about is how goddamn lucky I feel that things turned out like this. I had no idea where life was going to take me when I finally found the courage to dump my ex. I was so terrified that I would lose my apartment, that I was a failure, that I would never find a love like the one we see in movies. But here I am, 6 months later, and my life feels like a movie!
So if there are any people out there stuck in a shitty relationship, scrolling through this community like I used to, just hoping to live vicariously through the posts for a while... I just want you to know there is definitely hope for you to turn things around. Find the courage to not settle, because you deserve happiness. I don't think I believed I would find it when I took the leap of faith I did in January, but I knew I deserved to give myself the opportunity to go looking for it. I couldn't be more happy that I did. I'm not saying your life will turn out exactly like mine did... but your own happy ending could be waiting for you. I hope you will be brave enough to go out and find it. You'll be glad you did.
And to anyone else who can say they're with the person of their dreams, and maybe have forgotten how lucky they are to be there, give your partner some extra love today. Show them how happy you are to have them in your life today.
Now, I'm gonna go do some dishes so my baby doesn't have to when he gets home, and maybe list the ways my life is better now that he's in it again. Bye!
2023.06.10 22:25 SomewhereMajestic642 Do I need to spend time learning frontend frameworks or work on projects for internship prep?
I already know how to make a web app using JS, HTML, CSS, Flask and I made one.
I know Java, Python and Java is my primary language and I’m gonna focus on learning Spring Boot soon.
Many people seem to learn MERN these days and I don’t know if I should really spend time on it. I’ve never really been interested in frontend development but more inclined toward being a Java / backend Developer. Although I do have a web app on my portfolio. Just didn’t use ReactJS .
Do I really need to know a lot of frameworks for a co/op or internship at a high paying company? Im trying to figure out if it’s really worth it get back to Odin Project or complete my full-stack Java desktop application.
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I know Java, Python and Java is my primary language and I’m gonna focus on learning Spring Boot soon.
Many people seem to learn MERN these days and I don’t know if I should really spend time on it. I’ve never really been interested in frontend development but more inclined toward being a Java / backend Developer. Although I do have a web app on my portfolio. Just didn’t use ReactJS .
Do I really need to know a lot of frameworks for a co/op or internship at a high paying company? Im trying to figure out if it’s really worth it get back to Odin Project or complete my full-stack Java desktop application.
2023.06.10 22:18 Dragonproof_Castle M4F: Valkyrie Down: A 40k plot
Metal screeched into the sky, followed by thick gouts of smoke and sparks as the engine died, spluttering out with its turbines. The Valkyrie transport seemed to slump, dipping it’s nose before the pilot yanked back on the stick. Panicked, his partner twisted in his seat to check on the cargo, even as shells from Ork Autocannons slammed into the hold. Below, the toxic ash wastes beckoned, promising radioactivity and death. All this, just for a damned box!
Miles away from the Valkyrie and it’s plight, an enormous lander ship set itself down upon a hive city’s landing pads ungracefully. Grotesque servitors and tech priests scurried around the huge, boxy ship like ants as steam hissed from the unfurling ramps, allowing daylight to flood into the ship. The massive object within stood patiently like a coiled spring, waiting for clearance to move out even as a welcoming party assembled to watch the spectacle.
For the stricken Valkyrie, there was no welcoming committee. There was only industrial waste leaning up from the radioactive fog, cranes and beams reaching up toward the craft as it’s altitude got lower and lower. With.the wastes eager to claim their prize, the co pilot began frantically lobbing things out of the side doors. Food, ammunition, even seat cushions crossed the short distance to the toxic, fog shrouded sands below . For a brief moment, he considered throwing the box out too, before he remembered who had given them their mission. It was imperative that the cargo stayed. Not like a box that small would affect the weight.
The hive’s pads and strurs trembled as shockwaves rolled through them,, heralding the arrival of the lander’s occupant: the Phoenix Imperator. The collosal, twelve metre tall Imperial Knight stepped out onto the pads, pistons and servos powering huge feet that crashed onto the worn metal of the pad. It was hard to believe that all the power the war machine held was controlled by a single man, encased in Adamantium and Ion shields, with a Thunderstrike Gauntlet and heavy stubber to protect it. The true power of the Imperial Knight however was in it’s Thermal Cannon, capable of reducing tanks to a pool of molten metal in an instant, or vaporising bunkers in the blink of an eye.
Out amongst the Ash Wastes, no amount of adamantium could protect the pilots of the Valkyrie from it’s fate. Leering up from the toxic smog, the Valkyrie’s pilots didn’t spot a piece of rubble until it was far, far too late. The Valkyrie blundered into it’s doom as steel ripped apart the remaining engine. An explosion bloomed like a flower, beautiful and deadly before shrapnel eagerly tore through the pilot’s helmet. The aircraft span out of control wildly, ploughing into the radioactive soil and scraping out a long trench before it came to a rest on it’s side, it’s cargo strung out all over the terrain.
The crash meant nothing to most of the figures circling the Phoenix Imperator as it strode across the pad, almost shrouded in incense. As the vibrations from the Knight’s footsteps passed through the teeming mass of spectators, it unknowingly entered a second battlefield, far more destructive than the teeming hordes of Orks beyond the hive’s walls. A battlefield where it was prey.
Even as the knight's scion moved his war machine past her podium, the governess of the world remained scowling. Not only had her court techpriest ordered one her own Valkyries on an unsanctioned mission, she'd chosen to do so using two of her best pilots. Privately, she hoped it crashed. That way, it'd sabotage the Techpriest's schemes and allow her to send out a search party to steal whatever it was she wanted, right from under her nose. She already had the party lined up, including a promising girl from her own retinue of bodyguards. Besides, she could lure the Knight scion in with promises of power and wealth. If only that damned inquisitor would keep her nose out...
Arethia Jyre. That, as far as the governess was concerned, was the name of the inquisitor. An alter ego, but she didn't care what some bratty little governess thought. The inquisitor was here on the business of her ordo, especially where the Adeptus Mechanicus was concerned. She knew one of them had sent out a Valkyrie- even put a tracker on it. What she didn't know was what the cargo was. Still, she could always send out a party of inquisitorial agents to seize it, or recover the cargo should it crash. It would be a good test for a particularly enterprising young woman in her retinue. She'd be able to report back on this knight as well. If he was any good, he'd be a valuable addition to an inquisitorial retinue...
Of course, the governess and the inquisitor would want the Valkyrie and it's cargo. But, as far as the Adepta Sororitas Abbess was concerned, the relic contained within should be hers. After all, the ecclesiarchy dealt with faith and relics. Her sisters in the Orders Famulous knew what roughly the cargo would be, after all. Still, a rapid response unit of Sisters was prepared for anything, especially if the Valkyrie should fail to arrive. She'd ensured one of her own protégés was amongst the force. It would be a good test, if nothing else. Perhaps she'd even convince the Knight scion to save his soul and align with her convent...
The techpriest had given the now-wrecked Valkyrie it’s mission, after all. She'd damned the pilots of the gunship to slow deaths, be it through the blood that left the pilot’s body or the onslaught of radiation that now ensnared his partner. She had plans and grand designs for the cargo they had been ordered to carry at any cost, and would stop at nothing to see those plans come to fruition...
Hey there! Here I go again, posting a 40k prompt for the upteenth time! You'd have thought I'd learn my lesson by now but no, here my persistent ass is!
You may have also guessed by now that I’m a huge 40k fan! Also a fan of big stompy robots and forbidden romances, so it’s fairly natural that I’d make a knight focused plot. To set things in stone:
We’re on a hive world being visited by the local Ork Waaaagh! and you know what that means.
Meanwhile, there’s a 4 way political cold war between the governess of this planet, the sisters of battle, the admech and the Inquisition. To help turn the tide against the greenskins, I’ve just arrived in my Imperial Knight, completely unaware of the mess I’ve wandered into! Of course, this being the Imperium, everyone wants an Imperial Knight for an ally. Depending on how the dice rolls, we could be fighting orks, tyrannids, the Imperium or chaos.
AS FOR YOUR CHARACTER You’ll notice I’ve left your character pretty much open ended. That’s intentional! Ideally, you'll play a character within the retinue of either the Inquisitor, governess, techpriestess and the abbess, where you'll be sent with me on a mission that then kicks off the plot and its many consequences.
Obviously, there's a lot to read here, and a lot of lore backing it up. With that being said, Don't be too concerned or intimidated if you don't know too much about 40k. I don't bitemuch and the great part about being a 40k nerd is sharing the knowledge, so I'm happy to help out! I mainly RP on discord, but I’m happy to do PMs!
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Miles away from the Valkyrie and it’s plight, an enormous lander ship set itself down upon a hive city’s landing pads ungracefully. Grotesque servitors and tech priests scurried around the huge, boxy ship like ants as steam hissed from the unfurling ramps, allowing daylight to flood into the ship. The massive object within stood patiently like a coiled spring, waiting for clearance to move out even as a welcoming party assembled to watch the spectacle.
For the stricken Valkyrie, there was no welcoming committee. There was only industrial waste leaning up from the radioactive fog, cranes and beams reaching up toward the craft as it’s altitude got lower and lower. With.the wastes eager to claim their prize, the co pilot began frantically lobbing things out of the side doors. Food, ammunition, even seat cushions crossed the short distance to the toxic, fog shrouded sands below . For a brief moment, he considered throwing the box out too, before he remembered who had given them their mission. It was imperative that the cargo stayed. Not like a box that small would affect the weight.
The hive’s pads and strurs trembled as shockwaves rolled through them,, heralding the arrival of the lander’s occupant: the Phoenix Imperator. The collosal, twelve metre tall Imperial Knight stepped out onto the pads, pistons and servos powering huge feet that crashed onto the worn metal of the pad. It was hard to believe that all the power the war machine held was controlled by a single man, encased in Adamantium and Ion shields, with a Thunderstrike Gauntlet and heavy stubber to protect it. The true power of the Imperial Knight however was in it’s Thermal Cannon, capable of reducing tanks to a pool of molten metal in an instant, or vaporising bunkers in the blink of an eye.
Out amongst the Ash Wastes, no amount of adamantium could protect the pilots of the Valkyrie from it’s fate. Leering up from the toxic smog, the Valkyrie’s pilots didn’t spot a piece of rubble until it was far, far too late. The Valkyrie blundered into it’s doom as steel ripped apart the remaining engine. An explosion bloomed like a flower, beautiful and deadly before shrapnel eagerly tore through the pilot’s helmet. The aircraft span out of control wildly, ploughing into the radioactive soil and scraping out a long trench before it came to a rest on it’s side, it’s cargo strung out all over the terrain.
The crash meant nothing to most of the figures circling the Phoenix Imperator as it strode across the pad, almost shrouded in incense. As the vibrations from the Knight’s footsteps passed through the teeming mass of spectators, it unknowingly entered a second battlefield, far more destructive than the teeming hordes of Orks beyond the hive’s walls. A battlefield where it was prey.
Even as the knight's scion moved his war machine past her podium, the governess of the world remained scowling. Not only had her court techpriest ordered one her own Valkyries on an unsanctioned mission, she'd chosen to do so using two of her best pilots. Privately, she hoped it crashed. That way, it'd sabotage the Techpriest's schemes and allow her to send out a search party to steal whatever it was she wanted, right from under her nose. She already had the party lined up, including a promising girl from her own retinue of bodyguards. Besides, she could lure the Knight scion in with promises of power and wealth. If only that damned inquisitor would keep her nose out...
Arethia Jyre. That, as far as the governess was concerned, was the name of the inquisitor. An alter ego, but she didn't care what some bratty little governess thought. The inquisitor was here on the business of her ordo, especially where the Adeptus Mechanicus was concerned. She knew one of them had sent out a Valkyrie- even put a tracker on it. What she didn't know was what the cargo was. Still, she could always send out a party of inquisitorial agents to seize it, or recover the cargo should it crash. It would be a good test for a particularly enterprising young woman in her retinue. She'd be able to report back on this knight as well. If he was any good, he'd be a valuable addition to an inquisitorial retinue...
Of course, the governess and the inquisitor would want the Valkyrie and it's cargo. But, as far as the Adepta Sororitas Abbess was concerned, the relic contained within should be hers. After all, the ecclesiarchy dealt with faith and relics. Her sisters in the Orders Famulous knew what roughly the cargo would be, after all. Still, a rapid response unit of Sisters was prepared for anything, especially if the Valkyrie should fail to arrive. She'd ensured one of her own protégés was amongst the force. It would be a good test, if nothing else. Perhaps she'd even convince the Knight scion to save his soul and align with her convent...
The techpriest had given the now-wrecked Valkyrie it’s mission, after all. She'd damned the pilots of the gunship to slow deaths, be it through the blood that left the pilot’s body or the onslaught of radiation that now ensnared his partner. She had plans and grand designs for the cargo they had been ordered to carry at any cost, and would stop at nothing to see those plans come to fruition...
Hey there! Here I go again, posting a 40k prompt for the upteenth time! You'd have thought I'd learn my lesson by now but no, here my persistent ass is!
You may have also guessed by now that I’m a huge 40k fan! Also a fan of big stompy robots and forbidden romances, so it’s fairly natural that I’d make a knight focused plot. To set things in stone:
We’re on a hive world being visited by the local Ork Waaaagh! and you know what that means.
Meanwhile, there’s a 4 way political cold war between the governess of this planet, the sisters of battle, the admech and the Inquisition. To help turn the tide against the greenskins, I’ve just arrived in my Imperial Knight, completely unaware of the mess I’ve wandered into! Of course, this being the Imperium, everyone wants an Imperial Knight for an ally. Depending on how the dice rolls, we could be fighting orks, tyrannids, the Imperium or chaos.
AS FOR YOUR CHARACTER You’ll notice I’ve left your character pretty much open ended. That’s intentional! Ideally, you'll play a character within the retinue of either the Inquisitor, governess, techpriestess and the abbess, where you'll be sent with me on a mission that then kicks off the plot and its many consequences.
Obviously, there's a lot to read here, and a lot of lore backing it up. With that being said, Don't be too concerned or intimidated if you don't know too much about 40k. I don't bite
2023.06.10 21:56 rusnerd Restraining Order & Lease Agreement
Hi all,
Recently got restraining order against my ex spouse. The order mentions that he is not allowed to come within 200 metres of the apartment where we’re both co-signed as leaseholders.
I’m working on annulling marriage as well. Situation is I can’t move out easily due to not having family in the country, limited finances at the moment and having 2 cats. Having pets makes it impossible to go to survivors shelter or housing on top of that there is no beds available at the moment. I want to move out asap once save d enough money. He mentioned before that he wants to move out himself via email as well.
Can he legally request to review the order and try to get back in the apartment?
For full context, he has a family in the city, where he refuses to go to, and currently to my suspicion he stays in shelter system. I provided his mothers phone number to the police as well, so she would have been at least contacted once. His family is hard to deal with, but he still has somewhere to go to. Unlike me. So I believe it’s possible that it’s his another way of trying to control me and buying himself time to build a case that he also has nowhere else to go to.
I would appreciate any advice here.
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Recently got restraining order against my ex spouse. The order mentions that he is not allowed to come within 200 metres of the apartment where we’re both co-signed as leaseholders.
I’m working on annulling marriage as well. Situation is I can’t move out easily due to not having family in the country, limited finances at the moment and having 2 cats. Having pets makes it impossible to go to survivors shelter or housing on top of that there is no beds available at the moment. I want to move out asap once save d enough money. He mentioned before that he wants to move out himself via email as well.
Can he legally request to review the order and try to get back in the apartment?
For full context, he has a family in the city, where he refuses to go to, and currently to my suspicion he stays in shelter system. I provided his mothers phone number to the police as well, so she would have been at least contacted once. His family is hard to deal with, but he still has somewhere to go to. Unlike me. So I believe it’s possible that it’s his another way of trying to control me and buying himself time to build a case that he also has nowhere else to go to.
I would appreciate any advice here.
2023.06.10 21:52 Case-Feisty I broke up with my boyfriend because he was saving co workers photo on his phone.
Im going to try to make this short, I meet my ex about 4 years ago we worked together for about a year before we started dating, (we dated for 3 years) right off the bat I felt something was not right about our relationship, like the vibe was off ? But i ignored it because i really liked him. I wasn't feeling like a girlfriend to him like I should have been, i thought i was overreacting, when I would try to express my feelings he would get pissy about it, looking back very childish. Now I'm not saying he wasn't nice to me becausehe was for the most part, Or if I asked him for something that I absolutely needed he would have gotten it for me. But we also worked together and I'm aware that's a lot time together and for him that was "our time together" he didn't want to do anything after work, ever, absolutely nothing, just the weekends if his son was away for one of those days because he wanted laid, He didn't want to come over & watch a movie or come over for dinner because he always said he needed to go home to his son and help him with homework, but honestly half the time it was always done because his grandparents would help him, or just be with his son in general or helping other people with lawns when it was nice out & I have 2 daughters so I'm well aware children come first, but there was absolutely no balance between his son & me when it came to him. we didn't even do anything on our anniversaries because we worked, or he would ALWAYS use the excuse of I was always working, even if I was working there was absolutely no creativity on his end when i got off work when he had his days off, (at this is was an excuse) like I did for him when I was off work.
We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him, like inwas good enough for him or anything I did.
When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, and tried to make plans, the plans never happened but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or him in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm or sometimes morning shift, After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications when off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, emails of photos of girls we both know, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but porn, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, and his ex's and just not of them togther and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged as I read, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he tried to make me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that I wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I always needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get as fast as I could) so I lied and said "okay", him still doing that on his phone continued, i didnt have to go threw it either because he would make it known on his social media accounts, i felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me (like i have with him) and just wanting laid.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? He made me feel like shit about myself and questioning why i wasnt good enough for him, And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. Having those images in my head told me everything that he was, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been the time i was with him, i didn't want him to give me the world, i just wanted to be treated like a girlfriend should, i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him, the next day while he was at work I moved out.
A few months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house & my phone and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house really trying to get me back but at the same time i hear from different people hes trying to move on, and last week I seen him in a relationship with a fake profile, I did told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop. And I'm absolutely stupid because in a way I feel kindof bad because of how i left and still kindof wanted to be acquaintances but then part of me doesn't.
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We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him, like inwas good enough for him or anything I did.
When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, and tried to make plans, the plans never happened but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or him in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm or sometimes morning shift, After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications when off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, emails of photos of girls we both know, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but porn, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, and his ex's and just not of them togther and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged as I read, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he tried to make me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that I wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I always needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get as fast as I could) so I lied and said "okay", him still doing that on his phone continued, i didnt have to go threw it either because he would make it known on his social media accounts, i felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me (like i have with him) and just wanting laid.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? He made me feel like shit about myself and questioning why i wasnt good enough for him, And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. Having those images in my head told me everything that he was, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been the time i was with him, i didn't want him to give me the world, i just wanted to be treated like a girlfriend should, i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him, the next day while he was at work I moved out.
A few months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house & my phone and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house really trying to get me back but at the same time i hear from different people hes trying to move on, and last week I seen him in a relationship with a fake profile, I did told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop. And I'm absolutely stupid because in a way I feel kindof bad because of how i left and still kindof wanted to be acquaintances but then part of me doesn't.
2023.06.10 21:35 supersimmetry Sleeping pad vs self-inflating when looking for comfort
I'm seeking advice on the type of mat I should choose, given my priority is comfort.
Just to provide some context, I live in the UK and plan to use the mat for a couple of music festivals this summer. I'm in search of a mat that's comfortable but also not excessively bulky, as I'll be travelling via public transport. Weight isn't much of an issue but if the mat is too large, I would struggle to carry it with the rest of my equipment.
I'm torn between a sleeping pad and a foam-based self-inflating mat. For example:
The Big Agnes Rapide SL Insulated Sleeping Mat, which seems to be well reviewed and many said it's very comfortable. If anyone has it, I'd be interested to know whether it stays well inflated overnight.
A foam-based self-inflating mat such as this one from Decathlon (but I'll admit I have yet to research better models)
I've ruled out camping beds, like this one as they're just too bulky.
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Just to provide some context, I live in the UK and plan to use the mat for a couple of music festivals this summer. I'm in search of a mat that's comfortable but also not excessively bulky, as I'll be travelling via public transport. Weight isn't much of an issue but if the mat is too large, I would struggle to carry it with the rest of my equipment.
I'm torn between a sleeping pad and a foam-based self-inflating mat. For example:
The Big Agnes Rapide SL Insulated Sleeping Mat, which seems to be well reviewed and many said it's very comfortable. If anyone has it, I'd be interested to know whether it stays well inflated overnight.
A foam-based self-inflating mat such as this one from Decathlon (but I'll admit I have yet to research better models)
I've ruled out camping beds, like this one as they're just too bulky.
2023.06.10 21:20 Aiden-caster Rear Airbag or coil spring upgrade
 | So I've put a bed rack rtt and a decked storage system in my box. With the additional weight there is a but of squat now in the rear end. Not so mich to where my bump stops are bottoming out( there's about 4-6 inches still) but it's noticible squat in the rear end. submitted by Aiden-caster to JeepGladiator [link] [comments] If I were to install airbags in the rear end would I loose off road flexibility in the rear end ? I don't go crazy flex but I would worry about ripping apart the airbags. If ibwere to upgrade my coil springs from the stock coils, which would you guys n gals suggest. I've heard good things about the evo builds. For reference. I have all the stock suspension on 2.5 inch lift level from mopar(which I plan to replace asap) but 1: I don't want to break the bank. 2: I don't really want to go over 4 inches for clearance issues in parking All suggestions welcome. K thanks. |
2023.06.10 21:10 urmom-is-hot- AITA for telling my sister what my dad did?
i (16f) and my sister (18f) are really close we hang out whenever she’s in town and we are almost always texting or calling each other
my dad (37m) sees my brother (10m) as the golden child if he does anything wrong either i get the blame or “it’s not a big deal” my mother (34f) has treated all of us the same
(my parents are divorced , all of my siblings ,except my sister who is in college, stay with my mom during the weekdays and stay at my dads in the weekends but sometimes my brother stays with my dad for a whole week)
a few weeks ago me and my brother were staying at my dads house during the weekend we arrived really late since my brother packed later than usual so we went to bed straight away
the next morning i woke up the last one while my dad made eggs for my brother and i made cereal for myself
we spent the morning telling our dad about school and life in general he mostly listened to my brother and then i would talk after him
after breakfast my brother ran upstairs ,me following him , to show my dad something when we ran back down my brother accidentally fell hitting his back against a table and making a photo frame fall causing it to break (my brother is fine he just had a little bruise)
my dad ,who saw what happened, started to yell while my brother started to cry he comforted my brother then told him to leave the room because he had to talk to me
after my brother left my dad started to yell at me about how i broke the photo and how he wants me to pay for it i then told him that he saw everything happen and my brother did it not me so he should get the blame since it’s his fault
he then explained how i should have told him not to run and should have caught him before he fell so in the end it’s my fault entirely
i stood there in shock for a few minutes then told him that i will not be paying for the photo frame and if he really sees that i’m the person to blame in this situation then i’m sorry but it’s not my fault it’s his golden child’s fault then i ran upstairs before he could say anything more
later that day my brother and dad went out to a amusement park near by to cheer my brother up and i stayed home
i messaged my sister after about an hour passes my sister called me and we talked she asked me how my dad is doing and what’s going on
i then started to cry telling her what happened as she listened
hours later my dad and brother come home and we have dinner
then we go back to our moms a few days later
that was weeks ago and now my sister refuses to speak to our father until he apologises to me and my dad blames me for telling her saying that i shouldn’t have and now i destroyed their relationship
am i the asshole?
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my dad (37m) sees my brother (10m) as the golden child if he does anything wrong either i get the blame or “it’s not a big deal” my mother (34f) has treated all of us the same
(my parents are divorced , all of my siblings ,except my sister who is in college, stay with my mom during the weekdays and stay at my dads in the weekends but sometimes my brother stays with my dad for a whole week)
a few weeks ago me and my brother were staying at my dads house during the weekend we arrived really late since my brother packed later than usual so we went to bed straight away
the next morning i woke up the last one while my dad made eggs for my brother and i made cereal for myself
we spent the morning telling our dad about school and life in general he mostly listened to my brother and then i would talk after him
after breakfast my brother ran upstairs ,me following him , to show my dad something when we ran back down my brother accidentally fell hitting his back against a table and making a photo frame fall causing it to break (my brother is fine he just had a little bruise)
my dad ,who saw what happened, started to yell while my brother started to cry he comforted my brother then told him to leave the room because he had to talk to me
after my brother left my dad started to yell at me about how i broke the photo and how he wants me to pay for it i then told him that he saw everything happen and my brother did it not me so he should get the blame since it’s his fault
he then explained how i should have told him not to run and should have caught him before he fell so in the end it’s my fault entirely
i stood there in shock for a few minutes then told him that i will not be paying for the photo frame and if he really sees that i’m the person to blame in this situation then i’m sorry but it’s not my fault it’s his golden child’s fault then i ran upstairs before he could say anything more
later that day my brother and dad went out to a amusement park near by to cheer my brother up and i stayed home
i messaged my sister after about an hour passes my sister called me and we talked she asked me how my dad is doing and what’s going on
i then started to cry telling her what happened as she listened
hours later my dad and brother come home and we have dinner
then we go back to our moms a few days later
that was weeks ago and now my sister refuses to speak to our father until he apologises to me and my dad blames me for telling her saying that i shouldn’t have and now i destroyed their relationship
am i the asshole?
2023.06.10 21:00 sarahhhjrae I (23F) unintentionally gave my boyfriend (29M) the silent treatment last night, and now he’s doing the same thing to me today.
Last night, my boyfriend and I decided to go out for drinks. I started getting ready and when I started trying on outfits, I started feeling extremely insecure and frustrated because nothing looked good. I kind of shut down and became quiet, which he picked up on. He asked if I still wanted to go out and I, stupidly, said yes. I’m aware that I should’ve communicated better and told him how I was feeling at the time, but I thought I’d feel better once we were actually out.
I was wrong. Once we got in the Uber, I started to have a panic attack. He didn’t realize this because when I get panic attacks, it’s not really obvious. My chest gets really tight, I start fidgeting with my hands, my eyes well with tears, and I become incapable of speaking (not actually, but it feels that way). Essentially I just shut down. However, my boyfriend just thought I was giving him the silent treatment for some reason, which made me even more anxious because I couldn’t (or felt like I couldn’t) communicate to him why I was actually being quiet.
Once our Uber dropped off, my anxiety became 10x worse. I still felt bad about myself, but now I felt overdressed for the place we went to and very uncomfortable. I wanted to leave as soon as we got there. We ended up awkwardly sitting at a table for about 10 minutes, in silence, and quickly finished our drinks so we could leave ASAP. At one point, he asked me in a snippy tone (again, I understand why), “Are you gonna say anything? You’ve barely talked to me all day. This is extremely uncomfortable.”
I just stayed silent because, again, I was having a panic attack.
I was also confused by his wording “all day.” I didn’t think I’d been quiet at all prior to this.
We got home from the bar and he started watching TV. I cleaned up the house a bit and then sat down next to him. Again, neither of us said anything.
He went to bed shortly after and I joined him. He was scrolling on his phone for a while and I was crying but trying to be quiet and not make it obvious. Eventually it became obvious because of the sniffling. He still didn’t say anything to me.
I finally was able to get out “I’m sorry for tonight” but it came out all sad and croaky. He was quiet for a while, then said “it’s fine.” Clearly it wasn’t. He just rolled over and went to bed while I continued to cry.
Fast forward to today, I’ve been trying to act normal and nice towards him. I did all of the laundry, cooked him breakfast, and cleaned the bedroom (which are things I normally do every day, but still), but he’s now giving me the silent treatment. He said one lighthearted thing to me this morning about what was on TV, but he’s become more and more distant throughout the day.
An hour ago, we were sitting on the couch watching TV and I was looking at him for a solid two minutes. Normally he’d look back at me right away, but I could tell he was clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with me. I asked him if something was wrong. He said no. I asked if he was sure. He said yes.
I said he’s barely looked at or talked to me all day. He said I barely talked to him last night. I said that I apologized for that already. He didn’t say anything.
I left him alone and went into the bedroom. He’s only come in here to grab something and tell me he’s taking the dog for a walk. Nothing else.
I realize that I should’ve communicated better last night, but at least I recognized it, apologized, and tried to make it up to him today.
How can I get him to talk to me if I’ve already tried flat out asking what’s bothering him? There’s so much tension being here right now and I’m at a loss for what to do.
Tl;dr I had an anxiety attack because I felt insecure about myself last night and ended up unintentionally giving my boyfriend the silent treatment as a result. I apologized for my behavior, but today, he’s giving me the silent treatment and refuses to talk about what’s bothering him.
EDIT: I just now tried to talk to him and told him that I was being quiet because I was feeling bad about myself and was having a panic attack. He said I should’ve told him. I said it’s hard for me to communicate when I’m having a panic attack, and he scoffed and said I could’ve at least told him I wanted to go home. Doesn’t seem like this is getting anywhere, but at least now he knows why I was quiet.
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I was wrong. Once we got in the Uber, I started to have a panic attack. He didn’t realize this because when I get panic attacks, it’s not really obvious. My chest gets really tight, I start fidgeting with my hands, my eyes well with tears, and I become incapable of speaking (not actually, but it feels that way). Essentially I just shut down. However, my boyfriend just thought I was giving him the silent treatment for some reason, which made me even more anxious because I couldn’t (or felt like I couldn’t) communicate to him why I was actually being quiet.
Once our Uber dropped off, my anxiety became 10x worse. I still felt bad about myself, but now I felt overdressed for the place we went to and very uncomfortable. I wanted to leave as soon as we got there. We ended up awkwardly sitting at a table for about 10 minutes, in silence, and quickly finished our drinks so we could leave ASAP. At one point, he asked me in a snippy tone (again, I understand why), “Are you gonna say anything? You’ve barely talked to me all day. This is extremely uncomfortable.”
I just stayed silent because, again, I was having a panic attack.
I was also confused by his wording “all day.” I didn’t think I’d been quiet at all prior to this.
We got home from the bar and he started watching TV. I cleaned up the house a bit and then sat down next to him. Again, neither of us said anything.
He went to bed shortly after and I joined him. He was scrolling on his phone for a while and I was crying but trying to be quiet and not make it obvious. Eventually it became obvious because of the sniffling. He still didn’t say anything to me.
I finally was able to get out “I’m sorry for tonight” but it came out all sad and croaky. He was quiet for a while, then said “it’s fine.” Clearly it wasn’t. He just rolled over and went to bed while I continued to cry.
Fast forward to today, I’ve been trying to act normal and nice towards him. I did all of the laundry, cooked him breakfast, and cleaned the bedroom (which are things I normally do every day, but still), but he’s now giving me the silent treatment. He said one lighthearted thing to me this morning about what was on TV, but he’s become more and more distant throughout the day.
An hour ago, we were sitting on the couch watching TV and I was looking at him for a solid two minutes. Normally he’d look back at me right away, but I could tell he was clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with me. I asked him if something was wrong. He said no. I asked if he was sure. He said yes.
I said he’s barely looked at or talked to me all day. He said I barely talked to him last night. I said that I apologized for that already. He didn’t say anything.
I left him alone and went into the bedroom. He’s only come in here to grab something and tell me he’s taking the dog for a walk. Nothing else.
I realize that I should’ve communicated better last night, but at least I recognized it, apologized, and tried to make it up to him today.
How can I get him to talk to me if I’ve already tried flat out asking what’s bothering him? There’s so much tension being here right now and I’m at a loss for what to do.
Tl;dr I had an anxiety attack because I felt insecure about myself last night and ended up unintentionally giving my boyfriend the silent treatment as a result. I apologized for my behavior, but today, he’s giving me the silent treatment and refuses to talk about what’s bothering him.
EDIT: I just now tried to talk to him and told him that I was being quiet because I was feeling bad about myself and was having a panic attack. He said I should’ve told him. I said it’s hard for me to communicate when I’m having a panic attack, and he scoffed and said I could’ve at least told him I wanted to go home. Doesn’t seem like this is getting anywhere, but at least now he knows why I was quiet.
2023.06.10 20:56 Diamondback424 Edinburgh/Skye
American here: just wanted to say I absolutely loved Scotland. England was meh, but Scotland blew my expectations out of the water. A friend and I drove from Edinburgh to Lochlash and just stumbled upon one of the most scenic castles in Europe, Eilean Donan. I told my co-traveler I had no real agenda for the trip except to see a castle. Eilean Donan was what I was hoping for and more.
Skye in general was gorgeous, we broke our trip up into parts and we had breakfast overlooking a gorgeous loch with mountains surrounding it. I couldn't believe how beautiful the country was.
Driving through the valley of Glencoe, I kept telling my friend to take pictures. It felt otherworldly. Just incredibly stunning scenery. I have plans to get a print of one of my pictures which I dubbed "The Lonely Mountain"
TL:DR - Scotland is great and everyone should visit.
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Skye in general was gorgeous, we broke our trip up into parts and we had breakfast overlooking a gorgeous loch with mountains surrounding it. I couldn't believe how beautiful the country was.
Driving through the valley of Glencoe, I kept telling my friend to take pictures. It felt otherworldly. Just incredibly stunning scenery. I have plans to get a print of one of my pictures which I dubbed "The Lonely Mountain"
TL:DR - Scotland is great and everyone should visit.
2023.06.10 20:52 understand_ufsg News: Student Body President Green creates Health & Wellness Commission, Senate creates temporary mental health committee
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