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Just about shat my pants this morning after seeing a $115 charge from the library for a lost book. I actually have the book and it’s perfectly fine, I’m just forgetful and haven’t gotten around to returning it. And yes, it’s been months. When I do, will the charge be dropped? And should I return it at the circulation desk or am I good to just put it in one of the return boxes? Thanks.

There is absolutely no way I could make this sound good, and to make matters worse I suck at taking my feelings and writing them out.
Basically as the title suggest I am 25, halfway through by 20’s. I have been with my girlfriend for 9 years, since I was 16. This girl is literally everything you want in a girlfriend. She is loyal, she is smart, she comes from an amazing, and successful family, she is extremely motherly, good morals, and is good looking and has an amazing body and I don’t want to lose her.
This is the type of women you want to marry.
But, I feel like she is the type of women I would want to meet later in life. Now, you may be wondering “if you want to end up with her later in life then what makes the difference?” And I get that. I just feel like I missed out on a lot of experiences and meeting different people throughout my 20’s. I’m a senior in college (took 2 years off after high school) and I feel like I’m still in high school because I’m still living with my parents, still working part time, still in the same relationship, still going to school LOL.
I also want to say THAT I AM NOT complaining about being in a relationship. But I have this feeling like I’ve missed out on stuff. There is no way I could talk to her about this feeling without her feeling like complete sh*t.
I am not going to lie, there have been thoughts of breaking up and then going and meeting new people and doing new things, but then I think about how rare of a women she is, and how much she has been there for me and how much time we have invested. If I left her, I would probably never get her back. And I also wouldn’t want to just use her as a bounce back plan if that makes sense. Idk what to do.

Hey guys, new to this and picked up a used controller and now need to choose a laptop. I would like to get a used MacBook because I’m very familiar with the OS. This machine will be dedicated for DJing I won’t use it for anything else. What specs are important for serato? Does this program benefit from more ram? Is CPU something that’s more important? Thanks for your help.

I’m new to the game and don’t have much knowledge about the game in general. That being said, for those playing on single player or private servers, what settings do you use? Is there a common way to set up or does everyone do everything differently/to their liking like project zomboid?
I know there are a lot of different settings to fiddle with but I don’t know what’s common to adjust and what’s a must to keep the same.

What goes through peoples heads going 55-60 in the left lane ? You see everyone passing you in the right you don’t think it should be obvious for you to get on the right ? Causing a traffic jam and everyone hitting their brakes causing a chain reaction and come to find out it’s all because this pos doesn’t move.

Just moved in and discovered this weird backyard situation.
There’s no door that leads to the backyard, just a door that opens to the driveway then a gate that opens into the backyard.
I’d have to leash my dog (because he would bolt) then walk him into the backyard. I’d like to completely avoid that! (Because im lazy)
Ive been trying to convince him to jump out if the window. He can make the jump but is terrified to do so. I don’t want to force him to do something he’s afraid of. So I’ve been picking up this 80lb dog (I’m 120!!) and chucking him out of the window. He’s heavy. I can only see myself doing this for another day or two.
I’d like to be able to just keep this window open and he can run in and out of the house. (The cat jumps fine in/out window)
So help me please! Should i build a mini staircase? Or should i build a little fence leading to the door-gate? I rent so I’m going to ask homeowner but most likely I will have to DIY it myself

So I recently got SA , I opted for the implant to get inserted whilst still under general anaesthetic , the doctosurgeon showed that he’d put it on the inner side of my arm which is where it’s meant to be . I’ve just removed my pressure band and he actually placed it on the back of my arm ! No where near where he said he’d put it . Now I’m becoming worried because the placement of the implant is very important ! I know this is an abortion group but does anyone know about this ?

idk if im being dramatic but i got text message and this person was bothering me and being annoying , idk who’s doing it :( . i blocked them and tried messaging my bf on social media , but i think he’s busy or not active , should i try sending the message I got last night to him through iMessage , and what should i say ? I don’t want messages from anybody. there’s really no reason for anybody to be in contact with me. since i’m not active on social media. it gives me a lot of stress.

My husband and I both have adhd. We have two kids and one has been diagnosed with inattentive adhd. I feel like adhd is robbing us of enjoying parenting. We are both on meds, but our brains are constantly overstimulated and I feel like we are always slightly annoyed with our kids. But it’s just bc our brains hurt. Like their constant questions, noises, spills, outfit changes bc of spills etc just take up so much mental space that we just can’t enjoy them like I want. It also makes me feel guilty when I try to go off and do things for myself bc my husband will be like annoyed and I’m a huff when I get back.
Anyone have tips on this? Or tips for self regulation for adults so we can be more patient and relaxed and everything doesn’t seem so hard all the time?

I was finally diagnosed with IC after two years of suffering. I had a laparoscopy for something else and it flared it up worse than it’s ever been. I’m pretty miserable and can’t work.
I need to do lots of research and manage this to get my life back. But what I can find on Google is either really limited websites or full on medical thesis that I don’t understand. Do you guys have a book or even an online guide that covers everything—pain management, diet, physical therapy alternatives, etc.?
If not here’s my main questions:
Is there a better pain relieve than ibuprofen ? I’m allergic to Tylenol and the ibuprofen just straight up does not help. The AZO orange dye pills I’ve used as much as I can and my doctor said do not make those a habit.
I heard carbonation is a no even if it’s without sugar. Sad because I have stomach issues an a carbonated beverage is usually the only reliever for me. I just got out of the habit of drinking sprite and picked up the sugar free seltzers with zero calories and kombucha and love it. I need something fizzy to make me burp or settle my tummy. I hate that I can’t freely eat what I want but giving up carbonation is devastating to me. : /
Other than that I’d just love to learn about this condition and have something to reference that has worked for others.

Once in a while I get this feeling when I think "I wish for the next month to just stop talking to all of my friends and just spend time by myself"
I'm already mostly on my own, but sometimes I want to take it to extreme. I see people at work and in uni, I have my family I'm chatting with daily
And I wish I could go on a month with bare minimum replies to anyone; just drawing, exercising and watching series after work
At the time, I tend to get this evenings when I feel extremely lonely, like I don't have that 1 person I could feel most comfortable with, and fully open myself to
Idk, it probably doesn't make much sense, but have you ever experienced something similar?

“Blink twice if you understand me.”
I let go of a lot of anger after the crash that almost killed my family. I just couldn’t bottle it anymore. Do you know how soda gets all bubbly every time you pop open the cap? I could feel that in my head every morning. Cracking and sizzling and bouncing all along the brain stem. Every time a doctor gave bad news. Every time Emma didn’t open her eyes. We risked spillage onto the floor.
But the kids deserved better. My wife deserved better. I needed to focus all that negative energy on something constructive like her health. I knew she could beat the coma. I knew she just had that strength. All of the doctors and all of the consultants said time was the only way to truly reduce swelling in an injury with such severity. So we waited.
And waited.
The investigation into the wreck came up clueless. A detective called often with questions and theories and information to review. Those conversations lasted over an hour in the early days. Eventually they felt like a formality. I looked into the cost of private eyes. I even met with one online. He told me sometimes there’s just not enough data out there to locate a suspect.
Sometimes people can be ghosts.
The photos stopped as suddenly as they started. I still couldn’t stomach a shot of Joey on the playground, or Sofia on the bus, so the teachers kept the kids inside, and my dad played chauffeur. Public spaces felt about as safe as the unused house with one hell of a mortgage eating up half my income. But we couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t risk another confrontation. Not yet.
We slept at my parents’ house.
We lived life inside a bubble.
Nobody in, nobody out.
Our home-base was the hospital. Emma’s routines became the structure. The doctors gave status in the morning before the kids went off to school at nine. I worked off the crappy Wi-Fi while nurses changed bandages and prepared my wife for another day of dancing with the devil. A new normal developed overtime that both disgusted and comforted me at the same time.
I tried to look at the light at the end of the tunnel. The news improved day-by-day. One scan showed increased activity. Another indicated a dramatic reduction in swelling. After weeks of hell, one hot night, the chief surgeon actually told us to keep our phones on high-volume before bed.
“I really think she’s ready to pull through,” he grinned. “There’s a long road back from here. No doubt about it. But we’re starting to see all the right signs.”
I needed to celebrate. Sofia wanted pizza. My mom ordered take-out and my dad pulled out all the old home video tapes. The kids passed out to the sound of grandpa’s harmonica on record. I remember feeling like we were finally out of the woods that night. Like all the bad shit behind us finally led to redemption.
I fell asleep with thoughts of the landscaping back home. I knew Em would give me shit for the lawn. I hadn’t cut it for weeks.
I woke up to a picture message.
The time on my phone said two. Rain pattered the windows. Thunder shook the cabinets. I looked around and realized I was alone. My father had a habit of setting things right at night.
I opened up the text. Emma laid serenely in her white hospital gown. Her makeup was done. Her eyes were closed. A hand held hers tight. Another message pinged back immediately after that one.
Her eyes were open.
I got my keys and sprinted out to the car. I needed to channel the adrenaline into something constructive. I called the hospital along the way. They didn’t answer. I called dispatch. I waited. Finally a live person came on the line.
“The doctor is going in there now,” the secretary snipped. “We don’t send picture messages.”
“I’m coming.”
I called the cops. I called my parents. I called everyone. A dozen scenarios ran through my mind. They could have her. They could hurt her. They could do whatever they wanted without me there. That photograph was proof. I was helpless in an instant all over again.
The hour and the weather kept people off the roads. The garage at the hospital was connected to the main building at the back. I found a spot, parked, and got out. Timed lights matched my pace until the roof opened up to the rain.
The campus had an alien feeling to it so late at night. Almost as if healthy people didn’t belong. Bright flood lights blended into swaying trees in the misty breeze. Empty lots gave way to shadows of trucks.
I didn’t know how to get in after hours. I had a loose plan to stop at the emergency desk and ask for help. But I didn't recognize anything in the dark. I hustled up the path through the bright lit hedges. I looked around. I got lost after a while.
And then there he was.
About fifty yards away. Walking down the opposite road like any other fucking night. Black slacks. White shirt. Gray hat.
The right guy.
I kept my distance at first. It felt good to be on the other side of things. I followed him through the courtyard and all the way through a lot to his car. He fumbled with his keys for a moment. He dropped them. Then I stepped out.
“Hey.”
He turned around. He smiled.
“Hey!”
I stared at him for a second. He stared back.
“Looks like your girl is going to be alright in there.”
I moved closer.
“She’s going to be very popular, too.”
I hesitated.
“What does that mean?”
He laughed.
“Oh you know. Pictures like that? Death and back?”
He opened the door.
“My people are going to love it.”
The stranger gave me one last look before he sighed and went for his keys. He didn’t expect me to hit him. He should have. I reached back and swung with all the repressed rage of the past month.
The connection felt so fucking good.
The first punch broke his nose. The second pushed it all the way back. I could hear things snap. I could feel him struggling. That didn’t concern me. I pushed him down and old bones hit the pavement like a sack of molded potatoes. I kicked him in the ribs. I shoved my boot in his face. I straddled his thighs and hit, hit, hit until the bubbling in my brain fizzled and dissolved.
I lost control of the soda bottle.
I don’t remember stopping. I don’t even remember blinking. This could have gone on for hours and that all would have been just fine with me. But there was a rush of footsteps to my left. Somebody snapped a photo to my right. My arms went limp.
I was caught.
I turned around to find a yuppy guy in board shorts. He had one of those fancy cameras with the strap. He zoomed in on the bloodied remains of the face beside me. He clicked and pursed his lips a few times. Then he looked at me.
He smiled wide.
“Okay. Okay. This is gonna be perfect. Are you ready?”
He pointed his camera.
“Say… tangerine!”

So, I started using okc since January. Met a nice ace guy and a few allo guys that knew I was ace. I’ve been chatting with them since (and gone to a couple of dates) And I don’t know if it’s me or what but I find so hard to talk to them and find them interesting. Not the ace guy tho, but I’m not sure if he’s romantically interested or just wants to meet new ace ppl. I’m really forcing myself to go into the app and chat about anything. But I’m getting so tired and frustrated. I recently forgot to reply to a guy for 2 days and he told me I seemed uninterested and wanted to stop chatting with me.
Also I told my mom I was trying dating for the first time ever and she’s like “I can’t wait for you to get married” when I’ve been single for 10 years and shown no interest towards anyone. So yeah, I’m exhausted.
Should I keep going? I kinda miss when I didn’t worry about this. I only wanted to try this cuz my sister and cousin recently got boyfriends and I didn’t want to be left out. 😐 How hard can it be? I said. It’s just like applying for a job. I said. 😂

When we speak of losing trust, or regaining trust, what are we really talking about? Of course the primary focus for us is the sexual integrity of our relationship. But even if I can be absolutely positive that the ONS of 45 years ago will never be repeated, that doesn’t reestablish trust. Our Dday was 5 1/2 years ago, 40 years after his transgressions. Even though so much time had passed, during which his love and devotion to me were constantly apparent, we had to work like hell to get where we are today, a much better place than we ever had. I have no doubts about his commitment and devotion to me, sexually and in all areas of our life. But still…there are moments of fear in me. Whatever else I learned on Dday, I discovered there were spots in my husband’s psyche that were a mystery to me. One of those spots was susceptible to the manipulation of ego boosting attention, from which grew his transgressions against our union. But what other unknowns are there? What other ways could my life be damaged that I can’t foresee? You can’t protect yourself from the unknown. You can only trust. I guess a lot of that comes down to can I trust myself? Because I lost trust in myself when I lost trust in him.

Man City manager Pep Guardiola enjoyed his side’s 4-1 win over Liverpool on Saturday but several people feel the Spanish coach went over the top with his celebrations for the fourth goal. Liverpool have been a thorn in Guardiola’s side since he arrived in England and City have often struggled against the Reds in recent … Continue reading Video: “I wouldn’t have been as polite” – Alan Shearer comments on Guardiola’s taunting celebration

Upper has under 200 rounds through it. I take Zelle, Cash App, and PayPal. Please add 3.5% if using G&S. Do not leave any comments related to firearms or firearm accessories when paying through PayPal - it's against their TOS. Thanks!
Only trades I'm interested in: Core 12.5" Barrel, NP3 BGC, NP3 Radian, CTR Stock (black).
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• Complete 16” Upper: Milspec Upper, Milspec Charging Handle, Toolcraft BCG, CMMG SBN MT WASP Barrel, carbine length gas tube, low profile gas block, Midwest Industries 15” SLH Rail, AAC Blackout Flash Hider, aluminum picatinny section = $520
• Type A MK2 11.75” rail, SBA3, Burn Proof Gear SBA3 Strap (black), Haley Strategic Thorntail 2 Inline Mount, MLOK QD Mount, QD swivels, black sling, CMC 3.5lb single stage curved trigger = $365
• Surefire XT00 = $90
• Harris 1A2-LM Bipod + LaRue LT130 QD Mount = $170
• Kinetics Development Group ACRO Mount = $45
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Those of you with a multiple cars or various project cars and lack of storage/garage space - I need some storage ideas. Is there a website to rent space in someone’s warehouse or something similar? Not looking for the expensive ‘boutique’ auto storage places. This is FL FYI.