I started reading on Monday morning and binged through to Tuesday afternoon and I can say is I envy anyone who is yet to discover Cradle.
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I've always hated book endings. Often times they feel rushed, and the ending is underwhelming. But this felt perfect. The pacing of the series is already fast so things happening the way they did in Waybound was just more of the same. But my favourite thing is that all questions were answered.
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☑ Who gets what icon? (Only surprise for me was Yerin)
☑ Does LB grow to full human size? (Yup.)
☑ Is Lindon a Dreadgod? (Undoubtedly.)
☑ Would Emriss leave a remnant? (Certainly, though I suspect this would have surprised some.)
☑ What happened to Fury? (No surprise there.)
☑ Will Charity betray Malice? (She had it coming.)
☑ Will Pride stay on Cradle? (He was too proud to be left behind.)
☑ What becomes of the Twin Star Sect? (They're in good hands.)
☑ Could Lindon take on Li Markuth? (Without breaking a sweat.)
☑ How do Monarchs compare to Abidan? (Only vaguely answered but good enough for most of us, I'm sure.) ☑ Does Lindon get an inheritance? (Eventually.)
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And there's a lot more besides.
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It honestly felt like Will observed what the fans wanted to see; what we were curious about; what theories we had and that's precisely what he gave answers to while concluding the story perfectly.
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One of my favourite things of all is that we now know that ultimately, Lindon + Yerin = Lirin. Eithan 100% named him and there's no changing my mind on that.

Post found on Quora:
First answer: "When their targets gets irritated, nervous, paranoid, scared and angry. Once the targets responds to the tactics they do, that will make the stalkers continue messing with the targets because their tactics is getting into the targets mind but if the targets has a way to ignore the tactics the stalkers do and the more the targets ignore the stalkers, eventually they will back off but when you let the stalkers piss you off more and more the more they will continue to mess with you and it gets more intense."
Reply to First answer: "I can confirm - they do this because they always want to remind you that they're always there. But who cares, this is literally part of their basic tactics to cause stress. But I am busy with life, I'll get to you, when I get to you".
Second reply: "Being on quora is one….calling them names saying what. They cant do to you…giving other tis helpful imformation….ignoring them in the streets…just not being afraid of them period…will increase there attacks on you …they will do anything to get a. Reaction from you …i have been out of mind with rage. At times but i wasnt caught…"
Reply to Second answer: "But we can get legal revenge on them, if you managed to find out which neighbor they are. E.g. If they have a barking dog then report them. Report if they're breaking any local laws at all. (Watch neighborhood revenge shows and get inspired. But make sure it's legal!).
Post a community flyer about gang-stalking, to help raise awareness and to stop people getting involved with them. Once they understand the full affect. (You could post at night too).
Here is an example of one: Template for Gang-stalking awareness: https://docdro.id/piaiQSZ
You could post the evidence of them on social media (like to a gangstalking group) as long as the platform allows it and the evidence is legal/clearly shows the act. Or you could describe the reason why and how it relates to gangstalking as well. But never give away your personal information away in this post."
Your creativity is up to you".
Third answer: "Cause there getting payed to do it and it's there job. There legit job maybe a part time job for some. And they change there tactics to form a different version of the same event. Which is find a new way to harass someone. The increase there tactics when the get a certain type of reaction out of there victims.. or when something in there victims enviorment has changed."

Hello Divine Deities! PTS for the Season of Souls Update is LIVE!
There are TONs of new changes and exciting new features for you to try. Make sure you check out the full Update Notes here.
Be sure to post any bugs or issues that you find from PTS in this thread, and leave any feedback you have. Make sure to check out the new Conquest Map, the many changes to Gods and Items, and check out some of the incredible new skins in the ColorForge: Prism of Souls Event! We are so excited for your feedback!
If you would like to participate in the PTS click here to find out how.
We have more good news though!!! PTS is on Console too, so we look forward to our console friends helping break in the new content. You can get access to your platform with the links below!
PLEASTE NOTE - These say Season 9, but should work regardless. If you've already claimed a key for PTS in the past you do not need to claim another one. Simply Update the PTS game client in your console library

• Console PTS Keys here

Thanks for all of the help, and we will see you on the Battleground!

OK, time to sit up straight because I am going to spill some tough love on the men in the community.
This is regarding online dating. This is supposed to serve as a compass for you to navigate yourself correctly through the journey.
This piece is based on three things:
- My own experience with online dating.
- Insights uncovered while helping three cis-gendered, male friends with their dating-app profiles to understand the 'why'(s) and 'how'(s) of Communication and Perception in dating.
- Over a decade of being a Communication and Strategy professional in the corporate sector.
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(However, if you use dating apps for one-night stands and casual relationships, you can stop here. This post may end up wasting your time.)
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1) First of all — treat yourself like a 'product' and position yourself accordingly in the market.
Take time to:
- Understand your SWOT.
- Understand your competitor (it is not who you think it is).
- Understand your consumer.
I will elaborate on each one of these later.
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2) Understand your SWOT:
SWOT stands for Strength, Weakness, Opportunity, and Threat.
Map it out for yourself, and then...
Work on actually having a personality.
What does not count as 'Personality'?
Going to the gym is not your whole personality.
Your bike/car, or your love for them cannot be your whole personality.
Your height, colour of your eyes etc are not your personality.
BladerunneRPG is not your whole personality.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S. cannot be your whole personality.
And your job, definitely, is not your whole personality.
Therefore, when you put 3 out of 5 pictures from your gym, it puts you in a very crowded room that is jam-packed with other gym-goers, lumping your whole personality as a 'Gym Bro'.
When you lack personality, then it is not that you aren't 6'3" tall and hence women aren't choosing you. Learn to see things for what they are.
Ok, but what is Personality then?
Personality is a combination of goals, fears, aspirations, dreams, hopes, likes, dislikes, beliefs etc — attributes that make you 'you'.
Capitalize on each one of these.
Learn to leverage even your weakness by leaning into it.
For example, if you are a guy who is not a fan of English language, and can't for the life of you understand why people don't speak in Hindi, then why are you writing your profile in English, and slogging your posterior off to attract a Starbucks-sipping chica who may not value what you bring to the table?
Instead, channel your inner Harishankar Parsai and write your profile in Hindi.
When you do that, you will have automatically sifted out anyone who is judgmental about your preferred language, and in fact, you may end up attracting someone who will help you paint the town red over this shared interest!
So, keeping everything aside, understand who you are. The better you understand yourself, the easier the dynamics are going to be.
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3) Learn. To. Write. Sentences.
Complete sentences. With commas, em dashes, and colons.
Do not put five pictures on your profile with one or two words answers to prompts. Learn to put together coherent thoughts.
It shows your ability to express yourself.
Also, expressing yourself is cool.
Stoicism is fine but Zeno of Citium and Marcus Aurelius did not have to spend their life getting left-swiped in the era that is striving to ensure gender equality. Nor were they fighting battles in a hyper-individualistic world.
They had armies to keep them together. Remember this.
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Language was invented for one reason, boys--- to woo women---and in that endeavor, laziness will not do.
Dead Poet Society

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4) Re-evaluate your brand-messaging. (Understand your consumer)
Do all/most of your pictures have you posing next to a Merc/BMW etc, and then you cry about attracting gold-diggers?
If you are not looking to attract gold-diggers, tell us what do you bring to the table? Do you have skills required for 'adulting' like keeping a house, planning a meal and ordering for grocery? Do you know basic cooking? If your mom (or someone else) does it all for you, pause dating for a while and contribute to unpaid efforts that go in keeping you alive.
What does it do, you ask?
It softens rough edges of your personality, develops emotional maturity and an ability to estimate and take on the impact of silent mental load. It gives you something real to talk about. It gives the other person something relatable to benchmark you against.
Relationships are much more than booking OYO for a few hours.
(There is a reason your cool collection of Legos cannot be a part of this 'what you bring to the table' exercise. I will explain it later.) Assess if you actually have a personality or are you a humanoid who can code (or whatever else it is that you do), and otherwise bring very little to the table.
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5) Speaking of Gold Diggers...
Some of you men disintegrate and combust into flames the minute a girl tells you that she is looking for someone who is better off financially (or has a benchmark that requires money).
Why?
Do you not switch your job for better prospects?
Do you not look for someone way hotteprettie smarter than you are?
How are women not allowed to have a richer partner? Please explain.
(I am not asking whether she is a student, banking on dad's money, or hustling at work herself in this case. It does not matter. If you have a wishlist, she too has one. Can you match up? No? Move on then. What is the logic behind becoming bitter about it?)
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6) To attract the right mate, you need to become the right mate.
For some weird reason, one of the friends I was helping said something that meant something like he will straighten up for the right girl.
Bro, what.
This is not how it works. It, in fact, works the other way round.
You focus on becoming the right person and that takes you one step closer to finding 'the one'. If you are a mess when the right one comes along, they are likely to walk right past you.
You dress up and then go to the bus-stop, wait for the right bus, and board it when it reaches the bus-stop you are at. You don't show up at the bus stop nude and start dressing up the minute your bus pulls up.
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7) "bUt dOn't wOMEn waNt eQuality?"
They do.
Plus, nobody is trying to rip you off of the four pennies you have saved after 5 years of grind and hustle. Last of all women who have worked their *ss off and fought centuries of patriarchy to get a seat at the table.
Women like to pay for their meals happily, at least the ones I know. However, there will be some who will expect you to foot the bill. It is possible that she is looking for a mate who can afford to take her out for dates totally on his own. She is well within her rights to have this expectation. And you are well within yours to refuse to meet it.
If such is the case, do not let this make you salty and call her a 'gold-digger'.
It is indicative of a poverty-mindset towards money. Instead, use it as marker to understand your relationship with money.
But that aside, if you cannot afford to take both of you out for a coffee/desserts date, take a break from dating and work on your financial health first, because it will keep you stressed and while you cry about having to pay for coffee, another dude would sweep her off her feet because...
...most women may not be looking for you to have 10 billion dollars in your bank account, but in case you both intend on getting married and having a family together, they have a right to assess if you can afford the fact that she can take some time off her work and look after herself (after the delivery) and the baby without your family getting driven to poverty. I understand Maternity leaves and all, but women's brains are prepared to deal with the worst, and they factor in everything and more, even if subconsciously. It contributes to them feeling 'safe' regarding the future. (Not all women, but many. And this is no sin.)
(I am talking about an average scenario. If you are a person whose dynamics worked out in a circumstance different from this, good for you. I have approximated this basis what my guy friends came across in the dating pool. This depends on the privileges, level of education, upbringing, mindset etc, and sometimes varies from person to person within the same family.)
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8) Speaking of Equality...
... I hope your house-keeping, care-taking, and cooking skills are in alignment with the kind of contribution you are expecting from your partner in terms of finances.
Equality is not a one-way street. And no, I 'let her' drink is not Equality.
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9) If you are looking for a one-night-stand, state it upfront, the first thing. For some weird reason, the max amount of respect is garnered by guys who mention this right in the beginning. Or, better still, mention it on your profile itself, saves everyone the hassle.
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10) Emotional Intelligence
There will be m-a-n-y things, in life and on the internet, that you may not like. If at all, this is where you need to practice Stoicism.
Don't believe that there should be more genders than two? Cool, keep scrolling.
Don't understand what is this 'they/them' business in pronouns of individuals? No problem. Put forth your point in a civilized manner and move on. You don't have to dunk on people.
See a 43-year-old unmarried woman asking for advice regarding her love-life? Do you have something constructive to contribute? No? Keep scrolling.
Some lady wore sleeveless to the office? Unless you have something positive to say, keep your opinion to yourself.
See a 63 YO 'aunty' on a dating app? Are you interested? No? Keep Swiping.
Understand that the world does not need your permission exist. (Yes! I know! I am equally baffled!)
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Your inherent need to straighten the World does two horrible things to you:

• You end up focusing on things that should be none of your business, thereby adding no value to your own life. At worst, you become an outdated version of your parents (who, by the way, might have still been relevant in their times) in a world that needs you to be hyper-agile in your mindset (and regarding your ability to change your opinion and understand the other person's perspective). But I understand that this may be quite a tall order for the majority of the people.

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• Every time you hyper-fixate on fixing things outside of you, you lose the opportunity that could have either given you a better understanding of something you don't have the first-hand understanding of, or helped you focus on yourself.

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There is no magic wand to becoming an emotionally intelligent person. In the era of tech and ChatGPTs, your EQ is what will make you stand out. Period.
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11) Self-worth.
Pause, and understand your worth, (or the lack of it). Don't just randomly hope to be swiped right by anyone. If you are marred by low self-worth, it reflects in every aspect of your life, including how you talk. Take a break from dating and work on your self-worth.
Building self-worth is an inside job.
There is a friend I have who is a Coder by the day and a Baker by the night. Once or twice every month, he invites us over for an evening of chilling around where we also get to sample the latest recipes of cake, quiches, pizzas, and breads he has tried.
The dude is 35YO, the most zen person I know, has never had to be on dating apps because his hobby has everyone chasing him for recipes, 'let's bake together?' (s), ingredients etc. Not a one-night-stand sort of guy, so the street-cred works in his favor. When he dates, he sticks to a lady until things don't work out for whatever genuine reason there is. Once he and the lady part ways, both of them never bad-mouth each other.
Take from that what you will.
Working on your self-worth is stacking up of favorable actions, one after the other. There is no abra-ca-dabra to this.
Also,

• Refrain from becoming someone because of whom women have to close their DMs. Over time, you will lose respect for yourself, and that happens very silently.

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• There is a difference between speaking the truth and being harsh. Your ability to learn the difference and the art will single-handedly be responsible for success in your profession as well as your personal life.

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• For some weird reason, a 25 YO man from a Western country is far more emotionally evolved as compared to an Indian man. That is one part of it. The other part of it is that most Indian men are so surrounded by their own type, that they r-e-a-l-l-y will have to break a lot of cycles to even fathom what is expected of them. To break this cycle, educate yourself ruthlessly. Accounts like this may help you break the mould to some extent, but you will still need to break the cycle with respect to your surroundings. Hangout with men who see women in positive light.

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• The women you are trying to woo, have their standards constantly reset by content from all over the world. You have to understand what you are up against.

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12) Understand how Reticular Activating System works regarding attracting the right mate.
Reticular Activating System is explained the best here.
And how to hack it is explained here.
From Marketing and Communication stand-point, no brand spends h-o-u-r-s ridiculing and hating on the prospective consumer. Instead, they spare no efforts in getting to know their consumer and then tailoring their offerings to ensure that the consumer sticks around.
This is what I mean when I say know your Comsumer.
(Anyway, what is the point of hating on women throughout the day, and then crying here in the group at night asking for feedback on your dating profile to woo, drumrolls, those same women?)
When it comes to women, your competition is not another man. It is her peace of mind. This is what I mean when I say 'know your Competitor'.
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13) What makes dating difficult?
Not the process.
It is you hoping that it was easier.
But this is one aspect that demands ruthless growth. Just embrace the pain and hardships of getting left-swiped on and use it to upgrade your mindset and mentality. But all the while, be kind to yourself and know that you are doing your best.
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14) One last thing...
Analyze if any part of your childhood/teenage was chaotic or traumatic. What we experience in our childhood, if left untreated, goes on to become our 'normal' in adulthood.
So, if you grew up in chaos, peace would seem boring to you. You will constantly look for 'spark' instead of comfort and end up attracting damaged goods.
If your childhood was not peaceful, it may be worthwhile to consider therapy. Therapy is good, it brings out the gunk of the soul that you did not know you were carrying around, all the while stinking because of it.
If you are interested in understanding this better, read Letting Go and Attached.
The thing is, you attract your tribe.
If you are attracted to someone, something in them must have resonated with you. Surprisingly, many times, it is the toxity that binds two people together.
And toxity in oneself is the most difficult to accept.
To stop attracting damaged goods, you will have to heal yourself.
You will be surprised what a therapist can do. You may have to look around for a while before you chance upon a good one though. Twitter has two crowd-sourced list, in case you need: List 1, List 2.
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Notice how I haven't touched upon topics like what you should write in your bio/profile or what you should message her because these things are a direct manifestation of who you are. They can be 'manufactured' but only to some extent. The mind games last only for so long. After that, you will have to work on yourself.
I hope this makes sense to some extent and someone. Take time to read this. I don't expect anyone of you to get all of it in one go.
If you disagree, happy to hear your point of view.
Thank you for reading!
Have a lovely dating journey.

When I (m28) was in college, I was friends with S (m28) and U (f28). We were not bestest of friends but would hang around sometime. S and U were in a relationship which started in the first year of college. After college, I moved back to other part of the country for work. I was in contact with both of them though over the phone but mostly S.
In 2020, I moved back to my hometown after I got permanent WFH. S and I started hanging out again as he lives in my neighbourhood. He confided in me that U broke up with him. She was mentally abusive to him and also insulted his family. I suggested that he shouldn’t contact her as the break up will be healthy in the long run. They got back together after some months and broke up again later. It was a vicious cycle. While he was single, we went for a trip with other friends and he also started hanging out with my other friends in the town as he had none of his own.
When he got back together with her, he shared all these and she spewed venom against me. She said I am a roadside fellow as I drink often. She insinuated that my influence made him not run to her immediately or try to mend their relationship and also mocked him that once I go back he would have nobody. Simple, she didn’t like him hanging out with me. He told me later once they broke up again and he said it was the final straw (they went for a trip where he got a ring to propose. She slapped him for some other reason and he was heartbroken). S also seemed to move on.
Last year, I got a better job opportunity in another city and took the offer. After I changed cities, phone calls with S reduced. He didn’t go for a trip some of my friends we decided long back. In feb, he shared with me that he started talking with U and she bombarded him when I posted a throwback pic of him with my friends who were female (when they were broken up). I got annoyed and said you have to suffer the consequences. There were very less contact after.
Last week, he called me and stated that they are getting married next month. He asked me to attend. They are getting married very hastily as the venue is getting decided. My trip would be expensive and time consuming. I have to take off from work. The main concern is, I’m thinking if U would be even happy for me to attend.
Should I ask S if his fiancé will be okay with me attending the wedding functions? Or just not attend at all. Please advise.
PS: Not an English speaker so pardon the grammatical errors!
TL;DR! : Friend is getting married. I live in a faraway city and invited but his fiancé doesn’t like me. Need suggestions if I should attend.

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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: December 14th, 2136
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The initial search through the offers is not going well.
“What about John Hopkins University?”
“Pre-approved for their internal loan program.”
“University of California Berkeley?”
“Pre-approved for their internal loan program.”
“Dartmouth?”
“It’s pronounced Dartmouth, and they’ll help talk to the bank to take out a loan.”
“Are there any universities in your entire tribe that don’t want us to take out huge expensive loans?!”
“No.”
With a frustrated yell, Vilek throws herself on a chair. Thiva sighs and crosses more names off the list.
I was expecting this. The US and its wretched predatory profit-based educational system is a non-starter. I am not saddling the lambchops with about a million dollars of debt. Each.
At least I’m unlikely to have to pay my own student loans back, what with my debt holder being a smoking crater.
“Hey, this is promising!” Thiva’s ears perk up. “I told Johan we were looking into education on Earth and he said he’d see if he could talk to some people at Lund University. They sent us an offer, check it out!”
“Lund University. That’s in Sweden…” I’m reading the letter rapidly on Thiva’s pad and getting more excited the more I read. “They’ve got both therapist and engineering courses. And they’re willing to transfer your credits and give you both full-ride scholarships, as long as you’re willing to start the term early and ‘establish a baseline of knowledge’. And they’ll split your classes into morning and evening so you don’t have to run double-claw studies like we usually do… And they’ll even have the UN pay for housing and transportation to Earth? Jesus Christ, that’s… really damn good.”
Vilek perks up too, both of them watching me closely now with wagging tails. “So what’s the catch?”
I read it again. Slowly and carefully. And I find myself faced with a bastard of a choice. “Well for a start… this says nothing about me.”
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Vilek and Thiva are running the math. It’s not looking good. “What if we sell your house? That should give us plenty of money, right?”
“Vansi still owns it, even if she’s never setting foot there again. How about a loan?”
“Nah, that was the first thing I checked. Banks aren’t issuing loans right now. Even taking out any money is hard. With the economy in freefall they don’t want to encourage a bank run.”
I chime in unhelpfully. “And I don’t think they want to give out a loan for a one-way ticket someplace they can’t make us pay it back.”
Thiva pouts with frustration. “That too. Ughh, this was such a good opportunity, too!”
“It is. So maybe you girls should go anyway.”
Thiva’s eye locks onto me right away. “No.”
“I’m just saying-”
“No, I’m not leaving you alone here! I can just finish school here, and…”
“…and leave Vilek alone on Earth instead? No, you two should stay together. I can house-sit Thiva’s place and try to find a job. Maybe get enough money for you girls to head back during summer and winter breaks.”
“I told you it’s not my place, it’s Vansi’s.”
“And she’s welcome to it as soon as she gets out of jail.”
Vilek flicks her tail-tip with uncertainty, ears moving thoughtfully. “…Are you sure this is our best bet?”
“I’m pretty sure it is. And we don’t have a lot of time to look for alternatives. Says here you guys will be working with a pair of tutors to make sure your knowledge base is up to spec, and that’d start in just a few days.”
They’re my friends, and they have an amazing opportunity here. I have to be strong. It’s what’s best for them. It’s just a year or two.
It’s not like I’ve barely survived the last month and a half on this wretched rock.
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Date [standardized human time]: December 15th, 2136
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Today’s physical therapy session is in my room. If I were hoping that’d lead to less pain, I would’ve been wrong. “C’mon, keep pulling your leg back! That’s the way!”
My arch-nemesis is currently leaning on my leg and levering it back toward my torso with her entire weight, and is encouraging me to pull back with both arms too. I’m pulling like a beast, teeth gritted so hard I think they might crack. “don’t… fucking… say it…”
My vision is blacked out from the sheer goddamn agony, while Chasa cheerfully encourages me. “Gold star, Martin! Do it for the gold star!”
But it’s the only way I’ll be able to restore a normal range of motion without lopping my limbs off and going for prosthetics. “mother… fucking… hate you…”
Which I can’t afford. And besides, upper prosthetics are nowhere near as advanced as people think. “That’s the way! Alright you can let go now, you did an amazing job!”
I collapse back immediately and straighten my leg. Opening my eyes I can see white stars dancing in my vision. Chasa pads up the bed and licks her paw before stroking it through my hair, giving me another cowlick. “Good boy, I’m so proud of you!”
I am defeated. “…thanks.”
“Hey, uh, is this a bad time?”
I blink at the familiar voice and turn my head. Mosun’s standing there with a confident expression, and Jarkim is right beside him. They both look good, far better than me at least. Jarkim’s got bandages on his leg and Mosun’s got a clavicle brace, but they’re both mobile.
Chasa gingerly climbs down from the bed and moves over to my file. “Nope! We were just done for the paw, except I was gonna give Martin his gold star~! He loves the gold stars!”
“…I am going to eat you.”
Jarkim squawks with alarm at my threat to my Zurulian nemesis. She is undeterred and cheerfully says “No you’re not.”
Jarkim speaks up. “Aren’t you… concerned, about him using that sort of language?”
Chasa stretches idly before placing the shiny sticker on my file. I’ve still got one for every session. “Nah, he doesn’t mean it. Threats and cursing are proven to help human pain responses, that’s all! He’s a big softy; I’ve got him eating out of my paw.”
I try to sound disagreeing but it comes out as a rather pathetic whine. “…I’m an apex predator…”
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“So you were both discharged?”
Mosun flicks his ear affirmative. “I was in for a paw longer than Jarkim was, but we’re out and healing now. It’ll be another thirty-ish paws before my collarbone’s fully fixed up, but I can return to daily life.”
That’s an insanely short time to recover from a shattered collarbone, but I suppose the medi-teddies are the leading health care providers in the galaxy for a reason.
I nod. “Well, that’s good. The rest of the posse doing okay?”
Jarkim moves a wing in the positive. “Hanya got in contact with that human you mentioned, doctor Eriksson. She seems positive about it. Slavik’s back on their farm.”
I nod. “So what are you guys gonna do? I, uhh, I don’t know what you do for work, Mosun, but I think Jarkim’s out of a job.”
Mosun grins, before getting a thoughtful look and tapping his leg a few times on the floor. “I drive around stocking vending machines, so nothing that matters. But I’ve been teaching Hanya a little, like she asked. And I think… I think I’d rather like to start a Dance school. So I’ll be saving up a bit and getting it set up while I heal.”
It’s clear he doesn’t mean ballet, but I make sure to censor myself around Chasa just in case her cheerful disposition toward humans doesn’t carry on to ‘primitives’. “I think that’s a fantastic idea. I know there are a ton of humans who’d be lining up for a chance to learn your culture’s Dances. Yotul too, obviously. And Hanya’s shown there’s interest from other sapients too…”
Jarkim clacks his beak twice before speaking. “I’ll go work on Slavik’s farm for a while to pay them back, and to stay airborne. But after that… I want to help people. And I’ve still got contacts. So I was thinking of setting up a sort of troubleshooting agency. People could come to me with problems, and I’d try to help them out.”
I laugh, but quickly reconsider as my body protests the action. It’s the most stereotypical ex-cop thing he could do! “You’re gonna become a freaking private eye?!”
Jarkim looks me dead-on and deadpan. “…What’s a private eye?”
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Date [standardized human time]: December 19th, 2136
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My fingers run through Vilek and Thivas’ fur slowly. I have been discharged from the hospital, but I’m still going to be in for physical therapy every other paw for the foreseeable future. Right now, though, I am relaxed. “How long, now?”
Vilek answers. “Half a claw.”
That’s not a lot of time, but I am determined to not ruin it with a foul mood. “Mm… You girls all packed?”
“There’s not a lot to pack. We’re getting most everything once we’re there.”
“Mm.”
Thiva’s currently quietly crying onto my shirt. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, lambchop. But I’ll feel better with you two together, and doctor Eriksson is in Lund, so you can have in-person sessions.”
“And you’re sure you can’t come with?”
I shake my head. “Unless you got any new ideas. Besides, moving between human nations is a pain in the ass. I can’t get in as a refugee. Sweden’s been strict about refugees since before the Satellite War: I set foot on Venlil Prime first and VP’s been willing to house me, so that means according to Sweden and most other nations that I have to stay here until I can go back to the US.” Fucking ‘first safe harbor’ laws. “And since I’m a citizen of the United States of America I can’t move to Sweden on my own anyway. At least not without having a job or family or something there.”
Thiva looks up at me and says softly “…We’re family, right?”
Oh, wow, okay. I bite my lip for a second to keep from crying. It mostly works. “Yeah, of-of course we are. But that’s not how they see it. Don’t worry, we’ll try to figure something out. We just need to be patient.”
She gives a soft and sad sigh. I scratch behind her ears and look over at Vilek.
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Vilek gives a soft beep and leans her head against my other hand. “Do you know a lot about the place?”
I shake my head. “Almost nothing. Lund’s a city in Sweden, and Lund University is around five hundred years old. Before going to Venlil Prime I had never left the US, which is almost as far from Sweden as you can go before you start getting closer again. But it was practically untouched by the extermination fleet, and the people are famous for being friendly.”
Even that much I had to search online to learn. The stereotype that Americans can’t tell Swedes from Swiss might not be true but it’s apparently not as far off as I thought.
“You’ll be studying one claw, then a break claw, then another claw of study, then you have three claws off. These six-claw periods are a day. You’ll study five days, then have two days to yourselves.”
Vilek whistles a soft laugh. “So there’s a lot of time to recover.”
“Remember, humans tend to sleep for eight hour stretches. So most people sleep eight hours, study or work eight hours, and have the remaining eight for transportation and personal stuff.”
“Hopefully that’s not going to be a problem…”
“I managed to adjust to VP’s time, I’m sure you’ll manage Earth’s. Worst case scenario, there’s coffee. Every student lives on coffee. And there’s soda, and potato chips, and curry. There are so many tasty things that you girls will adore trying on Earth.”
Thiva wags her tail softly, looking up at me. “You make us sound like gluttons.”
“No, I’m saying I miss those things because Venlil food sucks.”
Both girls play-push me and bleat with protest, making me laugh.
Mary mother of God I am going to miss them.
“Speaking of that, it smells like the food’s done.”
“Huh? I don’t smell anything?” Thiva gives me her most deadpan expression of confusion, and I roll my eyes at her and gently pinch the tip of her ear to pay back her jest. That elicits an adorable little squeak, and I smile while I get up and grab my crutch. I won’t be able to walk unaided for a long time, perhaps ever. I’m okay with that. I kinda want to have a walking stick anyway. A classy wooden one, like Tom’s.
Maybe I can be the first human with a walking stick made from Venlil wood?
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I put out the spread. Cooking has been an extra pain in the ass with my injuries, but I’ll be damned if that’s going to stop me.
I present the plated-up meal on the table by the couch with a small flourish. “Here we go, girls. This is the meal I was going to make for you before things got… hectic. Tomato focaccia and pasta alla norma. And to drink, wine. That’s a fermented drink from the juice of grape berries. This particular wine is a variety called Nerello Mascalese, from my family’s ancestral home of Sicily.”
Vilek wags her tail as she leans forward. “This focaccia looks sort of like Strayu, but with a bunch of stuff on top?”
“It’s a sort of bread, almost all human cultures have some variation on bread. I’ve topped it with cherry tomato fruits, rosemary herbs, and kosher salt.”
The lambchops look at it with excitement, and Thiva’s the first to tear off a bit and place it on her outstretched tongue. She rolls it into her mouth and starts chewing, and her ears perk up and her tail wags at once. Her eyes half-close and she looks like she’s melting. “Ohhhh Protector… it’s so sweet, and salty, and juicy, and-and-and-”
Vilek excitedly tears off a piece for herself and plops it into her mouth. I’m rewarded for my hard work with an adorable squeal of joy from her, and she takes a second piece and shovels it into her mouth too. Only after swallowing does she focus an eye on me. “If I didn’t already want to mate with you beforehand, this ‘focaccia’ would’ve sealed the deal!”
I find myself blushing rather hard, and simply take a small bit of the bread for myself wordlessly. Thiva and Vilek both whistle a laugh.
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After having thoroughly sampled the bread Thiva pokes at the pasta dish with a claw. “So what’s this other stuff? It looks utterly wild!”
I smile at the two, letting my explanation cool my jets a bit. “Pasta is made by combining a ground wheat powder with water, and then shaping the resulting dough and boiling it. Here I’ve combined it with a sauce made with tomato fruit and herbs, as well as a spongy and nutritious plant called eggplant. You guys don’t seem to mind bitter plants, so I figured it might be a good idea. Finally, it’s got a vegan ricotta made with almond nuts, lemon juice, and garlic powder… and basil, a wonderfully fresh leafy herb. This is a classic meal from Sicily, modified the tiniest bit for my herbivorous lambchops.”
The two take a pair of spoons and scoop up some of the mixture, making sure to get a bit of everything. They look at each other and, on an unspoken signal, put the food in their mouths.
They squeal and gasp. Vilek even squirms happily in her seat, while Thiva just wags her tail rapidly and moves her ears in slow little circle motions as she chews. Vilek’s the first to speak up. “…this is absolutely crazy, there are so many flavors… all at once! But I can taste each one…”
I pour some of the wine into their glasses, wincing a bit at having to awkwardly brace the heavy bottle in both hands.
I know the Venlil can hold their alcohol well enough to make the Irish blush, so I’m not concerned about that part. Having tried Venlil drink once, I am mostly curious as to if the lambchops will be able to appreciate the complexity of something that doesn’t taste like everclear and paint thinners.
As they take small sips, I needn’t have worried. Thiva in particular bleeps with joy and perks her ears. “Oohh… that’s rich! There’s sweetness, and acidity, and a sort of dried herb taste underneath it all?”
Vilek adds her own opinion, but is slower with it. “There’s a sort of earthiness… and I can taste it a little differently just by holding my mouth near the glass… that’s wild. It goes really, really well with the food too…!”
I laugh quietly. “Heh… I’m glad you girls enjoy it. Just make sure to leave some room for dessert. There will be chocolate cake.”
Thiva tilts her head. “You humans have meals for after your meals?”
“Only for special occasions. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
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“It looks like dirt.”
“Wet dirt.”
I wait patiently with a small smile. They load their spoons with some of the moist, spongy chocolate cake and the rich frosting that I’ve so lovingly slaved over. And into their mouths it goes. I wait for the reaction.
It does not disappoint.
“MMHH!!!” “MMFF-MFFH!!”
They immediately start devouring their dessert, while I grin. “Well girls, If you don’t want the ‘dirt’ I’ll be glad to take it off your paws.”
They quickly protest. “Don’t you dare!” “Yeah, we’re keeping the whole thing! This stuff is better than mating!” “How would you know? You’ve never even done it!” “Yeah okay, but am I wrong?” “…I didn’t say that!”
Laughter and whistling fills the room. As far as last meals together goes, this one is going about as well as I could’ve hoped.
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We’re standing outside. We’re beside the politely impatient cab driver that’ll take the girls the first leg of their journey to the space port and on to Earth. Thiva’s crying again and clinging to me. It hurts, but I grin and bear it.
Vilek smiles, the human expression looking a bit foreign on her face. “…You promise you’ll be okay? I… I need to hear you say it.”
Thiva flicks her ear and tail. “Yeah. W-We can still change our minds, if… If you need us.”
I have no goddamn idea what I am going to do after you girls step into that cab.
I smile at my beloved lambchops, give them a warm hug, a pair of quick kisses on their cheeks.
And I lie to their faces.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine without you.”
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My wife broke up with me and she is now living with her mother. She did't like the way i would get too drunk and sometimes i would poke at her feelings that she does not spend a dime to pay for anything. She told me she was breaking up on May 5. I quit drinking on that day, and she left me on May 17. Now she doesn't want me to bother her. She wants an annulment. Divorce is not legal here. I told her that if she wants it, to go ahead and file the case. I want the marraige to work for our 4 year old. I have stopped drinking for 34 days and a tobacco free for 18 days already. I really want to change and start over with her. Someone who can be a better husband & father to my family. She tells me to keep distance. I am affraid that if I keep too much distance she would forget about me. I love her so much, I cook and wash the dishes almost everyday so she has time to pursue her career in painting. I clean up in the house, and spend time with my daughter so she has time to herself. I do not know what to do. Do you guys think that if I say good morning and Goodnight everyday is not a way of keeping distance? I think it's the least I can do. I already deactivated my social media so i do not react to her posts. I will only text her when I wish to visit my child. Should I just not message her at all? Is saying good morning and good night going to far?
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I, too, struggle with how to achieve my vision of being a better person. I believe that what has been missing in current solutions is a real connection to our daily actions and mindfulness of their impact. A great example of this solution is a video by Kurtis Baute (I don't want to break the communities rules on number of links so search "How tracking my life changed everything life Kurtis Baute")
In summary, Kurtis Baute started recording everything and compared it against his mood. When he realised something wasn’t benefiting him, he made a change. For example, he reduced his alcohol consumption after realizing he had no real reason to drink it.
Currently, you might set a target to not eat chocolate. However, giving up chocolate can feel unnatural because your own lived experience tells you it was good, never a bad thing. Only when observing chocolate consumption and wellbeing can on a individual basis your true feelings be revealed, allowing for you to make a less emotional decision but a more informed one.
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Update to my last post about wondering if they ever change: Has it ever worked for anyone to go back after breaking up? : BPDlovedones (reddit.com)
Spoiler alert: IT DOESN'T!!!
So I wrote this original post two days ago because I was desperate for things to magically work out for once wiht my pwbpd and for me to have not made a HUGE fucking mistake in letting her back into my life. But that is exactly what happened.
The same night I wrote this post her and I got into a huge fight. Then the next day it kept going and was getting more and more aggressive. I told her I was done and wanted to end things for good. After that things just escalated and escalated. I've noticed that every time I go back to her things get worse. For the first time she 1. Threatened to hurt me and my child with a gun. 2. Threatened to sexually assault me (we are both women for context and she is much taller than me). 3. Broke into my house through an open window when I wouldn't let her in. 4. Got less than an inch from my face screaming and trying to get me to fight her. I'm guessing so she could hit me second and then claim self defense.
There is literally so much more that transpired. So much that when my friends are asking what happened I feel like I can't even put together a story. Probably because it's still traumatic to think about. This is the first time I ever called the cops on her and I know that with 100% certainty I cannot go back. Having to tell my child's father, (we co-parent and he had said child at his house), to move my child to a part of the house where my child would be safer from someone shooting from outside, really fucking woke me up. Someone that loves you would never say that. My pwbpd did not love me for one second. She just wanted to use me again and again.
Please use this as a reminder that people with bpd will most likely never change. My pwbpd even went to therapy yesterday mid huge fight and that didn't help at all. She will always hurt me. I saw a comment somewhere here that said something to the effect of "the violence and hurting will only get shorter in between happy times and it will escalate every time". This could not be more true. This time it was only 10 days from reconciliation to a huge blowout that ended things. This time she scared me more than she ever has and I truly feared for my life. It's completely reasonable that in the future she could seriously injure me or kill me in a rage fit.
I'm doing everything I can think of to help me not get hoovered back in when she will inevitably try. I scheduled an emergency appt with my therapist this saturday, I've blocked her on everything, am deleting all our pictures, and am writing down all the bad things she's done or said to me so that I don't forget them when I start to miss her.
TLDR: She never changed. It didn't work out. Things blew up and escalated to a terrifying point and I am once again going NC.
If anyone has ANY tips on how to stay NC and never go back to your pwbpd I would really really appreciate it. I'm desperate at this point.

Our corgi puppy is 13 weeks old and my husband and I have had her for nearly 3 weeks.
(this will be a rather long as I want to be as descriptive as possible, scroll down for TLDR)
Crate training (and really all other aspects of our new life with a puppy) has been a roller coaster of emotional struggles punctuated with regular bouts of self-doubt. Right now it feels like mostly bad times, but the good times get us through the worst moments.
I just had one of those worst moments. What we've been doing for bedtime is moving her crate from her playpen into our room. This has been going pretty well so far - she can now hold her bladder all night (yay!). I was super happy when I went to get her and saw her sitting in her crate in her playpen (milestone!) and gave her a treat calmly inside the crate. "She must be ready for bedtime," I thought. She came out and I moved the crate into the bedroom to the usual spot and brought her into the room. I lured her into the crate as we'd done all the nights before. She seemed a bit anxious so I did a mini crate training session. Then I did the "no more" and went to bed. She started to paw at the crate a lot (she has done this before but eventually settles) and I thought "Hey, maybe I can try opening the door, then she can decide when she wants to go in like she just did in the playpen". I puppy-proofed the room and opened the door. This is where things started to unravel. Without going into detail, everything that followed was awful. She got super over-excited and began biting me like a maniac. I was exhausted, on my last 3-4 treats, and holding back tears of frustration. I knew she wouldn't go back into her crate now and decided to bring her for a pee break and back into the playpen. Once she was in the playpen, I brought the crate back and went to bed feeling defeated. After a while I checked on her, and she was fast asleep! (outside the crate)
Here's the light bulb moment: I realised my first mistake; I thought that I needed to keep doing what I had done before to keep the crate training progressing. But today she just wasn't ready to go into the crate for bed. Today, she went into the crate on her own and that's her own progress. I wasn't going at her pace, I was going at my pace. I was making it too hard for her. I should have left her in the playpen from the start! I was being stubborn thinking "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY, if I break the crate training streak it won't work," and not being sensitive or flexible to work with her instead. This really changes my perspective; she's got her own pace and I should respect that, be patient, and be open to seeing progress manifesting in other forms, even if less significant in my eyes.
I've got loads more to say but this is already a short novel. Happy to discuss more in the comments! (like how many other mistakes I made)
TL;DR: Puppy didn't settle for bedtime crating despite previous success. When moved out into playpen, where she was asleep before, she settled nearly immediately. I realised some days you can't make them stay in the crate (or do what you want). You need to go at their pace. They have their own mind. That's how force-free training works.

As I mentioned in title I had a couple of sales with different product had to kill the product because I was hardly breaking even after running fb ads and couldn't increase the price because I think it didn't had that high precieved value. Testing 2nd product now and no sales, might be because of my product also. I want some advice if you all think there are some changes to be made to make my store better!!
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Tl;dr bought an ER6F on donedeal, logbook says ER6N, Kawasake serial factory code says ER6N but its 100% an ER6F, any idea what happened that would cause it to change?
So I bought a 141 Kawasake that was advertised as an ER6F when I went to see it, I drove it home and have had it a few months now no issues,
I did break off a mirror bringing it around the house one day and got a replacement off bikeworld, when they arrived i noticed they didnt fit and brought them back, we argued for a bit me saying it says ER6F and i showed a picture of the fairing before i ordered the mirrors and he still told me the reg was saying its an ER6N, anyways they didnt fit and he just refunded them and called me an idiot even though I had showed him a picture of the broken mirror on the fairing its no big deal im not one to get down by words
Anyways yesterday I had booked its first full service, as its the first one i went and got a full done instead of doing it myself as I've only done cars and not familiar with bikes, I also got a tyre replaced
I got both done at Bikeworld in Dublin and when I collected the keys was chatting to the guy at the desk while he rang the mechanic to bring around the bike, he glanced at the cameras and saw an ER6F coming around and not an ER6N, I had a glance and told him no that's defo my bike its the right county and year on the reg. He was saying on the Seriel number its down as an ER6N coming from the factory,
We scratched our head for a while both wondering how the fuck an ER6N left the factory and is now an ER6F, he warned me to be careful ordering parts for it because you might not get refunded.
Anyways we are both baffled and I have no clue what has happened to this bike that its been mixed up, I thought maybe crashed and rebuilt into an ER6F before I bought it or maybe it was imported wrong but the factory seriel code is ER6N and he doesn't think it has been crashed but impossible to tell.
Any ideas?

i think i am fully done with facebook and messenger. that crap is just so toxic, i am annoyed by all of it, i can not stand it or the people on there. i just feel it that i am finished with that phase of my life. i never knew or believed that social media could dictate your feelings and mental health til i went thru it myself. did my own study and sure enough, i was so anxious and riddled with anxiety, loaded with fear and worried about what others thought of me. looking for validation to be accepted for who i am and once i got off i noticed a drastic change in my moods, i was less anxious and depressed. it really helped and so i highly recommend it. if your going thru a tough time, get off whatever socials are toxic to you. take a damn break and just fucking live. you will see a fucking change.

Mineta and Tsuyu were just in Mineta's house, talking about where they would go on vacation in summer
Mineta was holding a magazine, talking about vacation ideas from the magazine, while Tsuyu was staring at the floor, seeming really sad
Mineta: How about we go to Egypt? I always wanted to see the piramids.
Tsuyu: ... Sure Minoru, ribbit.
Mineta noticed how sad Tsuyu looked at the moment, as he started to get worried
Mineta: Hey... Tsu are you okay?
Tsuyu: sighs Mineta, we need to talk...
Mineta: What's wrong?
Tsuyu: I don't think we can go out with eachother anymore...
That suprised Mineta, he always thought she was happy with going out with him, he didn't know what happened that changed her mind
Mineta: Wait, are you... is it something i did?
Tsuyu: No... it's not you, it's just... I don't think I can love you anymore.
Mineta: Are you... breaking up with me?
Mineta was heartbroken at the thought, she was the best thing that has happened to him, she was his first and most likely last girlfriend he would ever have
Tsuyu: I'm sorry Mineta.
Mineta: But... why?
Tsuyu: It's not that you did something, or something has changed my mind, I always liked you, but i'm just not in love with you...
Mineta: Oh...
Tsuyu: gets up I'll leave, sorry to ruin your hopes for our vacation.
Mineta: sniffles I'm fine...
Tsuyu: I hope we can still be friends, ribbit... leaves

A decade ago I was young naive and just wanted some love- haven't we all been there. I got myself a long distance boyfriend, spent couple of summers south where he lived. We flied for visits as often as we could, me studying him working. There were so many red flags... like he wanted to control me, he wanted me to be submissive and gave out all the misogynistic vibes that I kept ignoring. Oh and we were of different religions (I'm atheist, he's from a very strong faith which he didn't specify until more than a year into our relationship) and later on he told me his goal was to convert me. So as I was about to break up, I found out I was pregnant. Of course I didn't break up. I tried to change myself so somehow we become a family. He felt my change, but he though it was him doing a great job converting me and started manipulate me even more- for example "if you don't start studying my faith blah blah you can forget about me marrying you and becoming family" bs. Stuff like that, maybe not direct quote- it did happen decade ago - but that's what he meant. He punished me for being "impolite" to him by not visiting the baby. He wouldn't even send any money for child support, even though he knew I had 0 income (again I didn't work and only studied, I paused my studies halfway through for the tiny one). Eventually he got too far. I told him fok marriage, baby gets my surname, didn't write him down in birth certificate. Told him he can earn his rights if he wants to, he didn't say a word against. He blamed me for not being nice and submissive and not jumping planes with newborn to move to him where I had nobody and nothing, because "he would sooooo have taken care of me if we moved. I stayed with my amazingly loving and supportive parents instead. We "stayed together" till baby was 10months, he visited twice. He had money and his work is his laptop so he could have come more often if he wanted to. I decided I had enough and threw him an ultimatum: either he's the father or gtfo. He laughed at my face telling nobody will take me now that I'm not in a position to tell him what to do and I should be grateful for any crumbs he throws my way. I told him I will let him know when baby grows curious of him, I won't stop their relationship eventually but until then he doesn't exist for me. And so years went by. I'm married, have two more kids. My amazing husband got himself written up in my firstborn's documents and he's really treating them all equally. My kid knows he's not her biological dad, but doesn't care and isn't interested in meeting the guy. Never asked questions, never showed any interest when we talked about it. Last year or so my ex started demanding me to accept his gifts, money and for a meeting, either at our place or travel to him. Says he's "so proud" of how his kid is growing (it turns my stomach just to hear all that). I continue my way. No meetings, no speaking no nothing until my baby asks for that. My kid has a full family and a happy life, I don't want to start throwing in that guy who is your "real" dad??? but was never around because reasons? He tells me I punished him enough (I don't do this for his punishment, I just don't want my kid around this misogynistic person with way too strong religious beliefs for my taste) and called me AH. So tell me AITAH for keeping them apart? *English is not my first language, please no judgement on that

So, im in no contact with my ex (i made the talk: i like you, i dont want to be just be friends... in case you change your mind, contact me). The problem is that i see her almost weekly in the church. Last sabbath school she sat in the bench in front of mine (the benches face eachother), she lay her purse, cellphone and Bible like a mirror of my stuff that a lay in my bench.
Her posture was open, her feet were in mine direction all the time, she sometimes move her hair, and in every direction i looked, she looked to, when she notice that i notice she looked away pretending to never looked in that direction (mainly when i was talking to another girl). She laughed at my jokes, say amém very loud in every sentence (became a little wierd).
So i needed to organize a Youth gathering, wich she was there. She was put to make a group dynamic/game, she touch my hand, we bump in eatchother... we sat on the first bench, was repeating/laughing loud a lot of things that i said. A friend of mine said that was clear that she was attracted to me.
She is putting herself in my orbit? That means she is breaking the no contact? She wants to be aprochead and thinks that i realise that (she assuming that i know womanese)?Or am i overanalyzing this situation?

Couple questions. I couldn’t get a service appointment until next Tuesday. The low oil engine light came on even though I had an oil change at the end of may. I read on here it can come on if you drive rough or fast, and returns to normal when you drive normal. Oil looks fine. Light went off for an hour or two and came back on. Then the lane assist light came on when it wasn’t active. So I’m assuming this is a sensor or electrical problem right? Obviously still under warranty. My only other question since I’ve never bought new. When I cleaned the dipstick, the lower quarter of half of the dipstick is slightly tinted. As In not brand new silver like the rest of the stick. 15k miles. Regular oil changes. Just making sure that’s normal

S4E3 "Little Fish"
(This is the episode where all the UC kids are registering for classes, and Brenda has returned to BH after having dropped out of UM and left in the night. )
Re-watching the show and I noticed a few funny little things in this episode that made me go "WTF?"
First: Brenda and Brandon's room re-do.
This is a carry-over issue from the previous episode (and not the first time I've seen this in TV)
Brenda leaves for college and immediately Brandon redoes her room for himself. What? Why? First of all, she didn't move out, she went to college to stay in the dorms. When I was in college and lived in the dorms, and still to this day at many college dorms, students cannot stay in the dorms over breaks. Over winter break, summer break, sometimes even over spring break, the dorms close and students are forced to leave. Was her family expecting her to get her own place for those breaks? Or come home and crash on the couch?
Furthermore, Brandon talks about moving out, anyway. And when Brenda comes home again, she apologizes to him for messing up his living situation, as if they cannot stay in their own rooms just as they had been doing in High School. This is never explained why their rooms have to change, or why Brandon can't stay in his own room.
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Second: Dylan is being such a whiny, impatient, high-maintenance brat. He's so special and cool, he can't be bothered to wait in line and register for classes like all the other freshman.
Third: Just a funny little quirky thing I noticed Brenda doing in one seen at her house. She's on the phone with Kelly or Donna and she's making herself a snack. She's scooping peanut butter and jelly into a bowl, stirring it up, then spreading it on the bread. I've never seen that before, and it made me laugh. Is this something anyone else does?

Me and my fiance have been together for 2 year nows and we decided to get married in Dec 23. Ever since then we have been in LDR as she wanted to spend more time at home with her parents. These past 5 months we fought a lot. She blamed me for most of the fights and i slowly started putting up a wall to avoid any more conflicts.I joined a local gym to work on myself, but now i find myself getting attracted to many girls in my gym. A part of me wants to break up and try things with other girls but other parts wants to stay and work on this. Constantly finding myself in this conflict, i told my gf that i have many problems with her. She had a full breakdown but she said she understands where i am coming from and she is prepared to make all the changes to make me feel loved.I dont understand what to do anymore.

So, im in no contact with my ex (i made the talk: i like you, i dont want to be just be friends... in case you change your mind, contact me). The problem is that i see her almost weekly in the church. Last sabbath school she sat in the bench in front of mine (the benches face eachother), she lay her purse, cellphone and Bible like a mirror of my stuff that a lay in my bench.
Her posture was open, her feet were in mine direction all the time, she sometimes move her hair, and in every direction i looked, she looked to, when she notice that i notice she looked away pretending to never looked in that direction (mainly when i was talking to another girl). She laughed at my jokes, say amém very loud in every sentence (became a little wierd).
So i needed to organize a Youth gathering, wich she was there. She was put to make a group dynamic/game, she touch my hand, we bump in eatchother... we sat on the first bench, was repeating/laughing loud a lot of things that i said. A friend of mine said that was clear that she was attracted to me.
She is putting herself in my orbit? That means she is breaking the no contact? She wants to be aprochead and thinks that i realise that (she assuming that i know womanese)? Or am i overanalyzing this situation?