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This post is too long, but please read it. I wanna feel heard and valued. I also wanna know your thoughts about this.
I remember the advice my friend told me months ago. "Ang fubu/fwb ay para lang sa matitibay ang sikmura." She said it as a joke that time and I remember laughing at what she said because we were hella drunk. Now that I thought of it, it actually makes sense.
I've been fwb with this friend for almost a year. Last year was also the same year we met for the first time. Aksidente lang talaga ang pagiging fwb namin and it happened when I slept over his house. I was drunk that night and things just happened. It was a night filled with tension and I was the one who did the first move. I can't completely remember how, but we ended up doing the same thing once a week after that night. Every monday pa nga, to be specific. We did it without talking. I mean we forgot to set boundaries, no rules, walang terms at all. After ilang days, I found myself actually liking him and I know I was dumb for that. I didn't admit my feelings. I kept it a secret which he found out naman very soon. I kept it a secret because I thought I was just confused since it's my first time liking a guy (btw, I'm also a guy). That was the time I started researching about fwb setup. I learned a lot, but I didn't know that its aftermath could be so bad. One month later, I found that he's also doing sexual things with his best friend (who's also a guy). The night I learned about that was the night I confirmed my feelings for him. Hindi ako nakatulog because every time na pipikit ako, I see them doing the things we do. I see them kissing, I see them cuddling, I see them inappropriately touching each other and I didn't fucking like it. That time, naisip ko na rin na kailangan ko nang umalis sa situation namin na yon because I thought that he might unintentionally hurt me again. Hindi ako pwedeng magselos e. Hindi ako pwedeng magalit. All I could do was to get hurt over and over again. Two days later, I went to his place again. It was monday so something was expected to happen. I attempted telling him that I didn't like the idea na may something din sa kanila ng best friend niya, but for some fucking reason, hindi ko nagawa. We remained fwb the following months kahit every month akong nag-ooverthink sa tuwing magkikita sila ng best friend niya at magkakaroon ng sleepover together. They would sometimes check in a hotel doing I don't know what. It hurt me. It hurt me big time, pero hindi ko masabi sa kaniya because I don't want to lose him. Alam kong kapag nalaman niyang nasasaktan niya na ko, siya na ang mag-eend sa situationship namin and I don't want that to happen because he's got the company I've been longing for. He's older than me and more mature. He gives me comfort. We talk a lot. We chat online every night. He's one of a kind. So sa kabila ng sakit, tinuloy ko pa rin kung ano ang meron kami. I only admitted my feelings the day before New Year because he told me na matagal na pala niyang alam. I thought that day's gonna end everything, pero hindi pa pala. He gave me options. Whether we cut ties off and forget things happened between us or continue being in the situation. I really wanted to end things that time, but thinking about the wholesome stuff we used to do, I just couldn't lose him so I chose the latter option. We still remained fwb for the following months. I even told him that my feelings for him was not that serious which was a lie, obviously. Tiniis ko yung sakit especially when he's trying to meet somebody else to fuck.
On March, I met someone. During that time, I almost lost connection with him. I've been in a talking stage with this new person. For the short time, na-realize ko na nagffade yung feelings ko for my fwb. Kapag magpopost siya that he's out with with his best friend, hindi na ako nagseselos. I thought I finally met someone na mag-aalis sakin sa hurtful situation na yon, but nagbago siya. Lumabas agad yung pagiging selosa at controlling niya so I ended things. Then one day, nagparamdam na ulit yung fwb ko. I went to his place for a quickie. It's been more than a month since something like that happened between us. After the thing, he held my hand with intimacy and said that he missed it. I almost cried that time because I thought that "Tangina, eto na naman ako." Bumalik na naman yung feelings ko sa kaniya na sinubukan kong alisin one month ago. For almost two months, he was very into me. I also told him about how I tried to detach from him, hence my failed landian with someone else. His best friend is in the US for months now btw so hindi sila nagkikita. Akala ko wala na akong rason para magselos pero the last two weeks, I felt like he's avoiding interactions with me. Hindi na niya ako chinachat sa gabi at iniignore na niya yung snaps ko sa snapchat. Then, kahapon, he went to Manila to play sport with his friends. Nagkausap kami for a short moment and he told me na nakauwi na siya from Manila pero 20 minutes later, nalaman kong nasa Manila pa pala siya. It makes me overthink because I don't get the point of him lying so I have this gut that he's fucking somebody else there kasi naka-check in (?) siya sa isang hotel. Knowing how practical he is, alam kong hindi siya magchcheck in sa hotel mag-isa kasi mas pipiliin niyang gumastos nang mas maliit sa pamasahe pauwi. For that reason, I know he's hiding something.
Mamaya, I'm planning to talk to him so that we could settle things. By settle things, I mean to end whatever the fuck is happening between us because I can't take the pain anymore. Hindi ko nga lang alam kung paano ko i-aapproach sa kaniya. I actually want him to see this post of mine para hindi ko na directly sabihin.
So totoo nga na ang fwb relationship ay para lang sa mga may matitibay na sikmura. Yung mga walang attachment issues at yung mga hindi madaling ma-fall. Hindi ko alam mung paano ko kinayang tumagal ng halos isang taon sa ganito, pero I'm not recommending this kind of relationship to anybody. Guard your hearts, guys.

2002 chevy suburban 5.3 v8 1500 z71. Truck has 88k miles. I just replaced all the sparkplugs, wires, coils and the alternator. Alternator is ac delco new from amazon. Parts store didn't have the right serpentine belt in stock so i put the original one back on.
Started the truck just fine and let it run for 10 minutes. I hear a whirring noise that I think is coming from the alternator that I don't think was there before (not sure since I haven't driven the truck since November and even then rarely drove it).
I noticed the alternator is pretty hot to the touch. Alternator reads 12.6 volts when off and battery reads 12.5 v. When the truck is running alternator reads 14.6 and battery is 14.5 volts.
Just wondering if this is normal. Haven't driven the truck yet other than just pulling forward and backward slightly in the garage.
Any insight would be greatly appreciated.

Honestly? I have no idea how to start this one. In fact, I don't even know if I should post this, period. My parents brought me my phone a couple hours ago, and scrolling through YouTube and Reddit doesn't do much to take my mind off of things. I might as well write my heart out, right? Maybe somebody out there can find my story helpful, insightful, thoughtful... I dunno. Anyways, I might as well get writing before another couple officers walk in, looking for some details that they missed the last time I told them about what happened on June 3rd.
This part isn't exactly central to the story per se, but I'd like to just honor my buds, say what I thought about them before I forget. These guys, to me, were like a second family. The type of guys you'd call to help get rid off a body, the type of guys who would follow you anywhere. I've known them since I transferred in 4th grade. Only pair of dudes that would give me the time of day in the entire school, Andy and Gabriel. Andy was a sort of short and skinny guy, but he'd talk so much you'd swear he was six inches taller than he was. He'd always go on like he was God's greatest gift on Earth, especially when it came to sports. He'd yell Kobe and miss a rebound, or tell us to call him Messi and miss every goal. Your typical jokester. We didn't start off as friends either. It was around the fourth time
in the Office for fighting that I got wise, looked over at him, glanced at his bruised eye, then felt my own jaw. "Hey, we good? I got my licks-" I paused to scratch my cheek for effect- "and you definitely got yours..." Andy just looked me up and down once, checked himself, grinned like a Hyena and that was that. I met Gabriel through Andy. He was the only one of us you could call a popular kid. He's good at Baseball, really friggin' athletic, tall, built like a milk truck, and kind. Super kind. Like you could just ask him for a french fry, or a slice of bacon off his burger or something and he'd just do it. Didn't expect anything back. Didn't say anything. He'd glance up and just give you whatever you needed, no BS. We were walking back to Gabe's house after a party at a Junior's house, some slacker that wears a bunch of fake bling to school and takes "bathroom breaks" to vape in the stall. Some dude destined to be handing you a Big Mac in a couple years, you know? Not exactly the shining example of morality, not that I would know. Anyways, I really only showed up to shoot the shit with my buds and for some "apple juice" in those plastic red cups. I was going to bounce when I figured out this dude who was hosting the party, Mr. "I'm too cool for school", didn't have anything that could get me plastered. As it turns out, Gabriel wasn't feeling the party either, and Andy was "having no luck with the ladies", (Giggity,) so we all decided to nab a couple of waters and cookies for the road and stepped out into a warm summer evening. (Seriously, Andy gives me pedo vibes sometimes)
It wasn't exactly dark when we left the house. It was that perfect time of night where there was red, orange and purple reflecting off of the clouds in the sky. I snapped a photo 'cause I'm that kinda guy, and we started walking. This neighborhood was one of those aging 60's neighborhoods with all of the one story buildings, rusty chain-link fences, crack houses, senior citizens, that sort of stuff. Perfectly square blocks and blocks of houses with the peeling paint, broken sidewalks, barking dogs, you get the picture. If you were to think of the neighborhood from the top down, it would be like a big square with about three streets of depth inwards, with a big forest in the middle. Inconveniently, the party was in the western corner, while Gabe's house was down a slope, on the exact opposite side, the east side of the neighborhood. Basically a big pain in the posterior. Now just to be clear, we couldn't call Gabriel's mom for a pickup because of the nature of the party, and we weren't really feeling like taking the shortcut path through the woods at night, so we took the long way around. about a quarter of the way down, like 10-15 minutes into the walk, the lights lining the street flicked on. Now, that didn't bother us too much, because Gabe's casa was su casa, or whatever. In short, we had spent a lot of time walking around here before. Anyways, when the lights turned on they sort of dazzled my eyes, and a whole thing happened with me and the sidewalk called tripping. I went down and cut up my hands real nice and both of the guys turned around to help me up. It took them a second to spot me, because the lights lining the street were spaced in such a way that they would have a sort of staggered area of effect when they turned on. I had happened to trip right in one of the dark spots, so like I said, it took them a second to get me off of the ground. I got up, and did that thing you do when your hands hurt after a fall and you smack them together and rub them against your pants.
"You good?" asked Andy.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine," I said, still slapping my thighs.
I looked up and saw somebody standing underneath the closest streetlamp. They were positioned in such a way that they faced the road from the lip of the sidewalk they stood on, with their head cocked slightly way from us and down, like they were staring intently at a bug or something in the road.
they guys must have seen me gazing off into the distance and they turned around to stare with me. the figure was around 20 feet away, right underneath the halo of light that the streetlamp made. they were wearing an old ice cream coat and uniform, like something out of the 60's. The folded cap on their head at a jaunty angle, a shock of slicked back golden hair just underneath it.
"Whaaaaat theeeee fuuuuuuck..?" I whisper to no one in particular.
When did he get there?
We had started walking towards the man, transfixed, and stopped just outside of the light's reach. He looked gaunt, sickly, almost. His mouth was pulled into a thin customer service sort of smile. the uniform he wore was a bit dirty, with a twig or two hanging from his pants like he had been running through the forest or something. that something on the ground seemed to be pretty interesting to him, so we all turned to try to sot what was capturing his attention. Looking back, I should have known right there. Have you ever seen someone doing or wearing or saying something that had compelled you to stare at them? Like a junkie downtown or some dude wearing a sign saying the end is nigh? And do you remember how you tried not to stare but kept that person in your peripheral vision, because they were interesting or suspicious or whatever? That's exactly what this guy was doing. He was looking at us. We never even noticed. Anyways, we hadn't seen anything on the ground so we looked back at this dude. BOOM! Instant time-out. Somewhere in that quick glance when we weren't paying attention, his head snaps up and locks us with this piercing stare. Now my heart's going a mile a minute. Fight or flight's kicked in and I tense up. my hands come up and I'm making fists. Meanwhile, the rational, thinking part of me is analyzing this guy. He hasn't broken that unnerving, artificial customer service smile. in fact, it looks almost wider, almost hungry. that's not the worst part. there's blood on his left thigh, black now after so much time. His eyes. I'm going to remember those eyes 'till the day I die. Even at night, his pupils were a darker black than anything in the world had any right to be. All consuming, omnipotent, soul-seeing eyes. The killing intent radiating from this thing was overpowering. Time-in.
"Jesus Christ!" Gabe barks.
It's the first time I've heard him swear. Andy's transfixed.
"What's the game plan?" I say, surprising myself with the icy calm in my own voice.
Andy's practically talking to himself. "I-I think we should-" he swallows audibly- "go around?"
The light creates an invisible barrier between us and the man-thing. we shuffle along the edges of each streetlight's effect. The neighborhood goes silent, save for a slight breeze along my back. every time i glance towards the ground to make sure I stay out of the light, he seems to get closer. of course he doesn't in actuality, because every time I look up in fear, he's still standing there, right there on the curb. We finally make it around that first light and turn around to face the second one. He's right there. Right on the border. that invisible line that separated the living from the dead.
Andy falls backwards. His arm falls into the light and instantly it's upon him. it's nails have turned into long, wicked claws. They rip into his upper arm and shoulder. It managed to nick his artery before we pull him out of the light. Andy is screaming bloody murder and I take off my shirt and tie it around the worst around the worst of his wounds. An uncaring, cold part of me surveys the damage and notes that Andy is unlikely to live more than an hour without emergency care. I hate that part of me. I hate how in that time of crisis, I could come to terms with one of my best friends dying to a freak on the street. Did it even matter? those years of friendship, now that I look back? That's one of the reasons I'm writing this story I guess. This story is me caring, right? The fact that I'm writing this shows I care, right? Anyways, in that instant I know we're screwed. there's no way we can get Andy back to Gabriel's house in time if we have to deal with this thing. The Ice-Cream Man surveyed his work as Gabe tried calling his mom for the fourth time. Andy had stopped screaming and passed out. I ended up holding his hand, staring up at this monster. It seemed to enjoy hurting us, enjoy it's handiwork. I grimaced and turned to Gabriel.
"Time to go, dude." Gabe looked up at me, still holding his buzzing cellphone to his ear. there was desperation and shock in his eyes, and I guess it was the same for me too. "We've got to go."
I made it clear this wasn't a conversation to be having.
It's sort of an open secret that I'm the thug of the school. At least, that's what everyone else thinks. It's not like I'll try to rob you or anything, but everyone knows that time I bent a kid's knee backwards. I didn't get into major trouble because of it, due to the fact there was a recording showing three guys ganging up on me, hurting me. I didn't have to make that kid a cripple, but I did. I got beaten for a year and a half, by those same three guys, and it all came out at once. I wanted to hurt him, and I did. but when you do that to someone, no matter how justified, people treat you different. especially when they're the same people who watched me get punched, and kicked, and hit, and put down. In a heartbeat, I was an untouchable. No more social life. No girlfriend, or anything like that. So, my only friends on this earth were Andy and Gabe. Blah blah blah, I'm sure you don't care about the sob story screw-up called my life. Anyways, the important part is that Gabe knew my business voice when I spoke.
"Okay, here's the idea." I glanced over to Mr. Freak. "We're going to take the forest path. It doesn't have any lights, so we'll be fine. if we move fast on the downhills, we can make it to your Mom's house and go to the hospital before..." I spared a glance to looked at Andy's face. he looked like he was sleeping. I felt around for his pulse.
He was still alive, thank God.
Gabe looked like he wanted to say something, and I knew exactly what he wanted to say. We were going to cross that bridge when we came to it.
We had, like I said, been around the block before. we made it to the trailhead, with that thing following us all of the way. jumping from streetlight to streetlight. The streetlight that would normally light the signpost and path into the forest was out, and it had been for years. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that the exit, the exit that was a short jog away from Gabe's house, had been replaced just last summer. we both knew that it was very likely that someone wouldn't make it. Gabe hoisted Andy into a fireman's carry, and we started our descent down the hill in silence. I made a sparing glance backwards, and there the Ice-Cream Man stood waiting.
It was hard keeping track of which trail we were on and where to turn in the pitch dark. It was around 10:00 now, and Andy seemed to get worse as time went on. We almost got lost a couple times, and we had to double back every now and again too. Gabriel and I said nothing as we went downhill. We said nothing when we saw the trail outlet at the bottom of the hill. We said nothing when the Ice-Cream Man appeared right underneath the lamppost. The sign read; "Rubicon Valley River Loop: 1.1 mi". We came right up to that invisible border again.
"I'll go first."
"Will you? We both know-"
"Shut the hell up and listen to me."
Gabriel. He was good at Baseball, really friggin' athletic, tall, built like a milk truck, and kind. Super kind. Like you could just ask him for a french fry, or a slice of bacon off his burger or something and he'd just do it. Even if there was a deadly monster chasing you, with his Mom's house just a short jog away. Even if you were willing to fight it instead, even if it didn't make sense for him to stay behind. Even if he knew you wouldn't want to keep living without him and Andy. Didn't expect anything back. Didn't say anything. Even though I'm writing this story just 6 hours later, I can't remember for the life of me how I got across that halo of light without him right behind me. Gabe's Mom flew down the porch when I rounded the corner of the cul-de-sac. I bet she was wondering why we were home so late, why Gabriel wasn't with us, why I was staying clear of the streetlights.
I remember her asking me where her niño was.
When I woke up in the hospital, the police asked me where the wolves attacked us. I didn't correct them. What was the point? I assume they knew what was actually out there. After all, wolves bite and tear. It was just a line for the news stations. Turns out I was raked across the back by a wolf too. The doctors told me I was very lucky. They said if Gabe's Mom was a second slower getting us to the ER, I would have ended up like Andy. I feel cold. I haven't been crying. Do I even care? I feel like I'm a horrible person. I hope that I'm allowed to go to their funerals, pay my respects. My Dad has a Machete hidden under the bed. That Ice-Cream Man better be counting every second he has left, because I'm going to do more than bend his knee backwards next June 3rd.

Want to ask for advice.
CONTEXT: We exclusively dated for 2yrs and months. Bago kasi ako pumayag magpaligaw, I told him na diploma muna bago bf. He agreed to my terms. He said he can wait. Tho, nagbago rin naman isip ko nung 1yr na kami higit kasi ba't pa patatagalin e kung parang mag bf/gf na rin kami. I asked him kailan niya ako tatanungin (lmao iknow) pero ayun he insisted that we both graduate first.
FF Now that we are both graduating...
Noong tuesday, he asked me if I'm still sure if I can wait for him kasi his priorities shifted. Kasi aware na ako na even if we both graduated, he won't be asking me still. Kasi after acads, career naman. I agree naman that we both need to prioritize that. I assumed na maybe if we both find stable careers, maybe he'll ask me na. So, I still stayed kaya medj tumagal pa kami.
Ayon balik sa tuesday happenings, he asked me if i'm sure ba... Told him that I can wait but I asked for assurance(label). He can't guaranteed it. So, I asked if he wants to go on our separate ways na ba. He said na he'll let me decide on that and asked my thoughts. Told him that I don't want to but if he gave me one good reason to stay(assurance), i'll stay. Pero ayon, he told me na he still has no words about 'us'. And that his priorities shifted(career).
I understood him. Clearly, we both need to prioritize naman talaga yung career. 🙂 tho, i hoped na we could do both relationship&career.
Anyways, since he let me decide wether to go our separate ways or not... I decided na we should separate but not really separate?? That we should just go back to being friends kasi we both cherish our circle of friends and ayaw namin pareho may mawala/mabawas just because nag break eme.
Other reason why I decided to go into our separate ways din is because this time pinili ko sarili ko. I'm being treated unfairly this past months or maybe this past 1yr din na kami(tho wala kami label 🥴). Last year, ganitong month din nung nag cool off kami hahah skl. Ayaw ko na i-latag on how i was treated unfairly. Basta, I'm at disadvantage 🙄.
MY QUESTION NOW IS:
Today, he messaged me. He said na may question daw diya and okay lang kung ayaw ko sagutin. I replied "?". Then, he asked me if I hate him ba because of what happened (noong tuesday). He said sorry. Then he shared na feeling daw niya kinakarma siya because every single day, may iba't ibang nangyayari. Even his graduation daw niya is uncertain. Then ayun, he said sorry again.. and that he does not blame me kung ayun iniisip ko (that i hate him ata). Said that he just wanted to clear some air and that he hopes that I can forgive him.
Sineen ko lang. Nung nag message siya, i'm pissed off? Mad? Because i decided and was trying to move forward na from him by playing online games with online friends. Iniiwasan ko mag relapse. I mourn for what would've, could've, and should've been for us.
Anyways, after ko mag cool down, and re-read his message, nag reflect ako. I don't hate him for what happened. It is what it is. Wala rin akong sama ng loob for him. Because even if what we had didn't last long, he treated me well naman and I'll forever cherish all the good memories.
Idk baka bare minimum enjoyer lang ako haha.
Now, I just wanna know your thoughts??? Should I reply to him saying na i don't hate him? Or let him realize what he let go of?? Kasi i was taken for granted? Treated unfairly? Even he admitted na selfish nga siya.
Kasi at the back of my mind, kung hindi unfortunate events ang nangyayari sa kanya ngayon, hindi siya mag s-sorry?? Tho, other side naman is wala naman siya dapat ika-sorry kasi it is what it is na nga sa nangyari??
Gusto ko na lang talaga mag move forward. And i can do that even if i don't reply to him. I mean, u can forgive naman someone w/o the need to reply. 😫 Gusto ko maging selfish naman this time and let him realize kung gaano kasayang yung sinayang niya, eme. 🥴 Lagi na lang kasi ako yung umiintindi chz. And feel ko he just wants my sympathy for him to be at peace lmao.
TL;DR If you were treated by him unfairly during the past 1yr of situationship (May 2022 to May 2023) then you decided to go separate ways (but still staying friends). Then suddenly after five days of deciding to separate, he messaged you again asking if you hated him for ending things and said sorry and shared na feel niya kinakarma siya. Will u reply saying u don't hate him for what happened or let him realize of he let go of? Or seen na lang and prioritize your peace? Kasi siniseen ka lang din naman niya whenever u approach noon.

hi po. im currently reading about the journey of how to become a doctor here in the ph. i kept encountering the term "pre-res" whenever im at the residency training application part of stuff. what exactly is pre-res po and is it different pa ba sa PGIship?

Hey,
Last week my 2016 tundra got stuck in 4hi. Eventually got it out and then a few days later tried again to see if it was a fluke.
It eventually got stuck in 4hi for good and could not get it back to 2wd. In the process, if I put it in drive it would grind really bad. Going into 4lo would have a big jerk. Once in 4lo or 4hi all wheels would move in 4x4 no problem.
Brought to dealer 5 days ago and they diagnosed it with a bad transfer case motor. Which they quoted me 2000 to replace. I gave them the OK.
they replaced it then told me it did not fix the issue and kept it for 2 more days. I physically went there to speak to someone and basically they “submitted this to Toyota engineering” and should hear back by Monday.
The truck only has 75k and I bought it used 7 months ago with no issues until now. They put me in a 2023 tacoma as a rental for a few days which was pretty helpful.
Anyone have any idea what it could be?
Thanks!

Bruno, 37, from the sunny Portugal.
My job is pretty much what makes me travel the whole country, as I am a truck driver.
As for what i like to do in my spare time, i enjoy the following:
Reading, Taking hikes, Playing League of Legends (i know, my mental sanity is going away), Manga and Anime I would prefer to start via Reddit Messages and as some sort of friendship, and we would see how it goes from there. Not limited to any specific region, age, race, etc.
Hope to hear from you soon.

Bruno, 37, from the sunny Portugal.
My job is pretty much what makes me travel the whole country, as I am a truck driver.
As for what i like to do in my spare time, i enjoy the following:
Reading, Taking hikes, Playing League of Legends (i know, my mental sanity is going away), Manga and Anime I would prefer to start via Reddit Messages and as some sort of friendship, and we would see how it goes from there. Not limited to any specific region, age, race, etc.
Hope to hear from you soon.

One of my friend posted a house for rent in Zillow, realtor.com and other sites in Ohio. Within a day he got an application in Zillow with 800+ credit score, all credit card bills paid and got a house with mortgage in Florida and listed that he is moving for work in his application. everything looked really good. He called him next day to ask more details. In the call he mentioned that he is a truck driver and his routes have changed and it makes sense to move north.
1st red flag : In the credit reports he received, last reported employer is a law firm and an accounting company before that.
After the call, we both sat and looked for more information about this person. Since most of the information is public records like property taxes, Facebook, LinkedIn etc. we found this person and got an idea of how he looks like.
Red flag 2: Accent in call dint match the person we found online but we dint take that as a red flag at that time.
This person called again next day asking when he can move. My friend told him that he needs to meet his tenant before renting it, but he kept giving excuses that he can’t meet in person since he is always on road. Finally they made an appointment to meet, he missed the 1st appointment and asked to come next day at around 8 pm. My friend insisted that he bring his id with him.
I was with him that day. That person finally came in a uber and we both were surprised because it was completely different person than the pictures we found online. I asked for an id and to our surprise it was a Florida id and an exact address match (valid id acc to Florida id lookup) , i took a picture of this ID. We showed him the house while he was in a video call with someone throughout the call. He left in 5 minutes without answering any questions saying that uber is waiting and its very costly.
We both were silent for few minutes looking at each other that we both are lucky that we dint get robbed at gun point.
We did more search and found the phone number of the so called person in application. He dint pick our 1st call and it went to voicemail. Called again, he picked this time. Asked him about his rental application for which he was curious because he received a letter from an apartment about his rental application few days back and he thought it was spam mail and discarded. We told him that his identity may have been stolen and someone else is living with his identity.
In all of this, I’m still not sure what the fake person is trying to accomplish here, may be he is trying to live without paying rent but in Ohio eviction is not that hard and with a stolen id he can be sent to prison too.
Whats the end game of this scam ?
I called local police to report but they wont take the complaint since its not my stolen identity.

I recently went to a urgent care and upon reading the summary papers I noticed I was seen by a PA instead of a M.D/D.O. The PA never really introduced themselves and started off by saying how can I help you today. Are PA allowed to work in urgent cares like this? Independently? The PA’s diagnoses was wrong btw. PA said I had a pimple but my Dr. said I had cyst that had to be drained.

Hey,
Last week my 2016 tundra got stuck in 4hi. Eventually got it out and then a few days later tried again to see if it was a fluke.
It eventually got stuck in 4hi for good and could not get it back to 2wd. In the process, if I put it in drive it would grind really bad. Going into 4lo would have a big jerk. Once in 4lo or 4hi all wheels would move in 4x4 no problem.
Brought to dealer 5 days ago and they diagnosed it with a bad transfer case motor. Which they quoted me 2000 to replace. I gave them the OK.
they replaced it then told me it did not fix the issue and kept it for 2 more days. I physically went there to speak to someone and basically they “submitted this to Toyota engineering” and should hear back by Monday.
The truck only has 75k and I bought it used 7 months ago with no issues until now. They put me in a 2023 tacoma as a rental for a few days which was pretty helpful.
Anyone have any idea what it could be?
Thanks!

50 [M4F] #Houston, TX - I seek a serious legitimate relationship with an open-minded naturally submissive female who still believes in the traditional family household values and roles (where we're equals, but the man is the primary leader, protector, and provider of the household.)
About me: I travel America in my big rig 18 wheeler truck chasing sunsets and my dreams. I’m also owner of a small but successful crypto investment company. (I love to talk about Bitcoin) Former Army Officer and combat veteran. Aspiring songwriter and horrible guitar player.
I’m God fearing and marriage-minded. I love the outdoors, and my hobbies include walking, hiking, bicycle, running, camping, picnics, and eating out at restaurants or enjoying a nice romantic dinner at home.
I love to travel and explore new places! Sci-fi, Marvel and Anime fan. ENTJ. Sagittarius. Friends say I’m an intelligent lifelong learner and that I give more than I take.
I am always a gentleman in public. I am an active listener, reserved, and I have a relaxed personality. I work hard, love to be active, and do not get upset or angry. Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am an aggressive, assertive man when I must be.
I am a provider for those I love. I'm very supportive of family and friends. Above all, I honor and support my woman to become a better version of herself.
I like to get outside and do fun things and not sit home all the time. I’m a bit of a foodie who enjoys eating out, going to movies, working out, and reading to improve myself. Part country boy, part city, part nerd, sometimes witty, dominant without being domineering or abusive, sometimes shy.
I’m reserved and laid back without being too boring. I try to stay active/Fit and eat healthy with the occasional cheat day. No beer belly allowed, but secretly working on my dad coffee bod.
I’m okay with online at first, but I want a legitimate in person relationship leading to marriage. I love to give praise and positive words of affirmation.
Is this you? You seek LOVE FIRST AND FOREMOST, security, protection, guidance, structure, safety, nurturing, someone to hold your hand, being babied at times, other times being treated as a princess or queen.
Age is a number to you. You have the maturity that comes from facing what life throws at you for a few years, and now discovering that you can deal with it. (Together we can make it from rock bottom to your dreams.)
You love to serve and take care of your man. It’s not so much a kink more than it is just who you are. You are very adaptable to meet my needs, as I meet yours. You believe in completing small acts of service for your man. You believe that giving yourself fully to your partner is the ultimate power exchange and show of devotion and trust.
US: I crave a 1950 American style relationship dynamic with traditional gender roles. I'd love for you to share your day with me; be able to trust me enough to be yourself around me; finally let your guard down, confide in me, submit to me because you trust me to protect you, take care of you, teach--guide--mentor you using my life experience and resources to help you become a better version of yourself.
I promise to provide a safe place for you to relax and explore...just walk in my door and give up control. Let go the worries of your day. You don't have to be in charge here. I've got you now. It'll be just you and me against the world.
If you're craving a serious legitimate relationship leading to marriage, feel free to send me a message with a recent pic and let's chat about your needs, wants, limits, and see if there is chemistry and a connection.

To start off I just want to say thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this and also that it doesn't not feel good sharing details of my relationship online but my Gf (Emily for the sake of the story) has encouraged me multiple to share on reddit. So here we go. Emily and I are in a argument today, the start of this was my younger brother(28M) asked if we wanted to join him and his gf(30F "Vicky") to go to the spring fair that the town he and I grew up in holds every year. At first I was apprehensive about this for a few reasons the 1st being that Vicky is an alcoholic with a rather serious problem who has a history of picking fights with anyone when she feels stress and makes scenes in public. For some context my brother has tried extensively to get her into rehab to no avail it just leads to her getting aggressive so he just does his best to keep her from getting blackout drunk everyday he doesn't drink anymore because of her and does his best to keep it out of their house. After mentioning it to Emily she wanted to go so I figured why not at least for the nostalgia of going back to somewhere we use to have fun as kids. So the plan was that we would go grab some fair food watch the derby that stated at 7:15 and check out what else is there. So to me if the derby starts at 7:15 that means get there for at least 7 so we can grab some seats, but to Vicky that meant getting in the car to leave at 7:30. I did not say a word even tho I think it is really rude and selfish, just tried to talk and joke with my brother who I haven't really seen since before Christmas (long story) so we brought the presents we haven't been able to give them yet, since it's June I was shrugging and making a wide eyed face in an awkward joking way when we handed them the gifts which I didn't have to do but was trying to lighten the mood since Vicky was storming around blaming everyone else for her not being ready yet, and then Emily who wasn't really paying attention when I was talking to my brother handed him some laundry detergent that she ordered to much of online and I made the same face. It was not my intention but without saying anything Emily took this to be deeply offensive as she thinks I was making fun of her and refuses to see it any other way. Also while this interaction was taking place Vicky took the opportunity to take a couple shots of Jägermeister when she thought no one was looking. By the time we actually parked it was almost 8 and Vicky was still taking forever to get out of the car and start walking toward the fair grounds because she is yelling at my brother how she needs a smoke when we get to the gate as I'm paying the absurd admission fee of $20 per person I can hear on the PA that the derby is finishing, I am not sure if anyone else heard it but within 30 seconds of getting through the gate Vicky started to have a panic attack. I am no expert but it's always been my understanding that it is best to give someone having panic attack space, not to surround them and repeatedly asked are you okay. So that is what I tried to do and let her and my brother have a moment since it is literally what Vicky was asking for. Emily took offense to this as well and thinks I was being insensitive and uncaring when in reality I was just trying to do what I thought was best in the situation since in the past Vicky seeing me when she gets like this makes things worse. We waited a few minutes for her to settle and feel okay while making it clear we have the option of leaving right then, it's no big deal. She decides no we should at least get some food since we came all the way there and weren't getting our admission fee back anyway. So we went and grabbed a blooming onion from a food truck. After receiving our food Vicky walked over to a corner I thought she was looking for somewhere to sit and eat since there was a bench over there but it was clearly for the food truck employees to have their break area. I asked 4 or 5 times what are we doing over here, do you guys want to go find some where to sit, let's go this way.. no one responded to me, I did not realize Vicky was having another panic attack since she was acting completely differently from the panic attack she had 15 minutes earlier, thinking I guess they're just waiting for me to move since my back was facing the only direction we can walk I see that the Emily is following me but she had already made it clear with her body language she wasn't interested in holding my hand walking through the crowd like we usually would do so I keep walking since 1 I hate being in a flow of crowded people 2 who stops and stands in the middle of where hundreds of people are clearly walking? We get through the crowd and Emily is right behind me but upset because she thinks I was insensitive to Vicky again/ thought I tried to leave her behind. My brother and Vicky were 20 seconds behind us we sat and ate without anyone saying much of anything then after maybe about an hour after getting through the gate we decide to leave. Get back to the car and Vicky is again angrily demanding smokes but also just realized she has no idea where her phone is so my brother and I spend a few minutes looking for it and then stop because it's not the first time she drank to much before leaving and just left her phone at home this upsets her of course but ends up being the case. So driving back home from my brothers place Emily is giving me the silent treatment, get home have a few minutes to unwind still not talking to me, she goes to start playing a game on the computer, I felt that was enough time for her to bring it up on her own and didn't feel like being treated like this again so I asked calmly if she wants to talk about what the problem is, Emily then proceeded to list the things I explained above while accusing me of being the problem and that I am at fault cause she thinks I was angry. It was a pretty bad night but reflecting I do not see how to do things differently in the future at no point throughout the night did I raise my voice, show any type of upset expression on my face, say anything that was rude or combative, I didn't take a deep breath because she gets upset when she can hear me exhale. I apologized for hurting her feelings about the laundry detergent but will not say I did it intentionally because I did not do it intentionally so she stormed off to bed. More silent treatment today until she needs a ride to work even tho I made it clear I'm not going anywhere today and she can drive my car herself since it's only a 5-10 min drive from our place she insisted I drive her. On the way there she tried to tell me an even more elaborate detailing of what she feels I did wrong while also insisting that I did not apologize the night before and I am not allowed to speak on my own behalf, then yelling at me every time I did try to speak which escalated and lead to her stating in a clear voice repeatedly that "now she is going to cry at work" like it is a threat or something. She deals with PTSD from SA by her stepbrother (she has given the green light for me talk about this on here, she did a post herself going into detail about it both to vent and for the sake of awareness about speaking out even when your family tries to tell you that you can't) I have known from the very start of our relationship and have always been as supportive and sensitive as possible when caring for her needs, not to say that I am perfect at it but I always have tried to be supportive in whatever way she says she needs. Like many other people I deal with my own anxiety, I have a different brother who I haven't spoken since I was 18 because he is an addict among other things but because we use to look so much a like I have been jumped twice, almost been stabbed and when I was in high school some guy came into my school with a gun threatened to shoot me in the face over problems with that brother. I don't try to use it as an excuse but the truth is I don't like large social settings, no matter how much I try it is hard to not be a little on edge, I pay a bit closer attention to my surroundings than the average person does and even tho I've explained it the best I can to her she gets upset when she notices I get like that and thinks there is no acceptable reason for my behaviour. We met when I was 19 and she was 17 she approached me at my work and asked for my number. We have been through a lot together and I love her however lately it feels like this is a repeating pattern where if anything goes wrong that negatively impacts her view of a experience it is my fault and keeps defaulting to yelling that I'm an asshole and she thinks I need therapy and tho I have explained repeatedly I have sought out someone to speak to online and the idea of sitting down and paying someone to hear your problems is a concept that I am not very comfortable with she stubbornly and in my opinion aggressively denies I am doing anything and inadvertently repeatedly states that she is "healthy" and I am not which feels really insulting after all the support I gave while she was going through her therapy which she procrastinated on for a year without a peep out of me because I understand it was a hard situation and that forcing yourself to "get help" is not necessarily the best move if your not mentally ready for it. TLDR -- Being called an asshole for how I handled Vicky having a panic attack.

My (28M) parents are being displaced from their rental situation of 15+ years.
The cost of living in their area (CA) has become too expensive to have them rent in the same city they have been living in.
One option is moving them out about 45 minutes from their current living location and having me purchase a home that they will rent from me. Their jobs are in between their current home and the area I’m looking at. This would allow them to keep their current jobs.
I have a good paying job and have saved up more than enough for a down payment (20%) on a home in the $450k-$500k range. I’m in a relationship where I don’t anticipate to be settling down in any location in the next 2-3 years due to my partner being in academia.
I am curious if anyone can offer any advice on how I should go about it. I can technically move back home for 1 year and live in the home with them to get a better interest rate ~6.25% as a primary residence loan and then move back out with my partner into the rental situation I’m currently in. I believe this is the proper way to do this to avoid purchasing the home as an investment vehicle with a higher interest rate. I also don’t know how the rental income would technically affect me. I know individuals can gift $15,000 to someone every year. Would them gifting me what would otherwise be rent up to that limit be illegal? If not illegal, what would be the downside to this? Particularly thinking about when I do decide I want a home of my own with my partner, I think I’d want to show that I have income generating from my 1st mortgage.
Here’s the thing, I’ve run the numbers, and I know what amount my parents would be comfortable paying. The difference comes out to about $500/month. This includes property taxes and homeowners insurance at the current tax accessed value (at $475k). So I will have to spend ~$500 a month above what they could comfortably pay me in rent. They are currently working on paying off some debts that will free up about $800/month in about 3 years so I can revisit the rent amount paid to me then. They had a lot of debt and consolidated it for a better rate about 4 years ago, they were previously paying minimums on credit card debt with no end in sight. They’ve been great not getting into more debt and pay off all their debts every month now. I don’t view them as being risky with their money.
As far as investments go, I have about 90k in my 401k, I just about max out my 401k every year, so I could always scale this back if needed. Am I wrong to look at this as an asset that I’d be building equity in over the next 20-30 years, so the $500 additional I’m paying to cover the mortgage is just helping me store wealth? My parents are 57 and 53. I mainly want them to be able to retire near all of our family and not have to worry about being displaced again so I have no intentions of selling this anytime soon, especially since their parents are also getting older and they want to be around to help them.
I bring home just over 5k net a month and I would still have about $75k in savings after my down payment and closing costs on a property at $475k.
Here are my finances broken down and monthly budget:
Net Pay: $5,100.00 (Medical, 401k deductions already accounted for)
Car Insurance: $260
Car Payment: $570 (2% interest rate, not worth paying off - will be paid off in 17 months, car is in exceptional condition)
Rent: $500 (including utilities-living in very low cost area, would continue helping partner with my portions of expenses)
Media Subscriptions: $100
Phone bill: $80
Groceries: $800
Vehicle Gas: $250
Travel: $500-$700 (budgeted for trips)
Going Out/Splurge: $600-$800 (fluctuates $800 on conservative side, obviously understand I can cut this back and working on it)
One other thing is my role has an annual bonus (not included in my net monthly income). Historically the net amount has been between $15k-$25k. This will allow me to save for my next home with my partner. This isn’t guaranteed, but I have been with my company for several years and it has been paid every year I’ve been there. I work remotely, so it doesn’t matter where I work from.
Anyway I know this is a lot of info, so thank you for reading.

I’m renting a car through Hertz UK with my Quicksilver Credit Card World Elite Mastercard. I scratched two wheels, and I was thinking the MasterRental Coverage through the credit card will cover the damage. I read through the benefits statement and seems it does.
Has anyone gone through this process? Is it easy, hard? How long time did it take? Does the CapitalOne cc insurance pay me or Hertz?

Alright , this post is for the people that pay your own bills. If you have rich parents, trust fund babies, or in another way shape or form do not pay your own way in life, please keep scrolling.
I’m 27, I live in LA by myself in a 400 sq ft apartment , I serve tables, drive UbeLyft, I buy/resell surf gear online, and gig as a set PA when a job pops up. I work everyday and I barely scrape by. I’ve accumulated a bit of debt, 20k in credit cards just for starters. Financially not doing too hot but other then that I love my life and I feel like I’m doing exactly what I’m suppose to be doing. Except self tapes, I do not love those. ( please spare me the person that’s going to read that and then tell me I better learn to love them blah blah fuck off)
I’m getting to a point with my day jobs where I don’t know how much more I can talk take. I drove a crack head home from a sketchy side of town a couple weeks ago and it’s absolutely shook me to ever work on those apps again. Also the wear and tear on my car that I have a 18k loan on isn’t worth it. Just got this car in October due to my old car getting stolen right in front of my apartment. Serving tables also isn’t working out, I make a lot of mistakes when we get slammed, our bosses understaff because their business is hurting. Ever since the pandemic people have less patience for some reason, customers can be very rude. I think I have to quit. I’m applying for a bunch of Amazon delivery driver jobs now, just a means to an end. (Never really got that saying.)
If your still reading, my question to you is this .. Is it okay to pursue a more committed career, one that actually pays the bills, while I also pursue acting / film making? I don’t know how far out it will be to actually make money off this dream. With the way the industry is looking, it feels worlds away. I just wrote/directed / produced my first short which was all that kept me going for a while. It’s fun making my own stuff and now I’m learning how to edit which I’m finding I’m actually pretty good at it too, especially sound as I produce dance music on the side. And although I’m having a ton of fun, and I love making art… I just can’t seem to get ahead on my moneys. I’m thinking about pursuing a career as a fire fighter as it’s something I’ve always had interest in, although that is a whole beast and it’s very competitive in California to land a job at a station. I would likely have to leave LA. But does that really stop me from still making art?
Just looking for some insight here. Anybody working a second profession while acting?

I own a small trucking company, a large part of our current business is through the U.S. Postal Service, we receive daily contracts from a specific broker that won a bid to secure a specific allotment of lanes directly with the USPS. We use 1099 contractors to drive our trucks, and complete the daily schedules we receive. The contract between my company and the broker is a daily contract worth $750/day, we provide good service so we generally get the full 6 day allotment, 6 individual contracts per week at the same rate. We do not have an overarching contract with the broker, the broker can one day decide to not use us for these lanes.
From reading through the language of this daily contract, it says we must comply with the Service Contract Act, essentially having to pay our contract driver $32/hour, we're currently around $25/hour. This would absolutely crush the margins on this contract. I read online that the contract value must exceed $2,500 for SCA to be applicable, and the way I see it, this contract is a daily contract at $750 which wouldn't meet that threshold. Can anyone provide any thoughts on the matter?

Does anyone have this same issue? It’s driving me nuts. I’m considering making an appt at the dealership. I modify settings for various things and randomly they reset back to factory.
Example, I changed the cruise control setting from “Intelligent” to “Adaptive” because the truck using outdated map data to read speed limits and randomly drop me (and by drop I mean hard braking on the highway) from 115 km/h to 80km/h because a construction zone existed LAST summer is both dangerous and annoying.
Other examples include the cluster placement, “My View” ordering. I could go on.
Is this normal or do I have a lemon
Thanks!