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2023.06.03 06:44 DearWorldliness802 I just got the dumbest text from a guy I "talk to" and Idk if I should just block him or respond back..
So I met this guy while I was sitting at a coffee shop reading a book, minding my business. He's like "excuse me miss" and I look up and see the prettiest eyes ever so I wasnt so pissed about some random dude interrupting my fkn book. Anyways, he's smooth talking me and its really cute bc guys hit on me all the time but he was poetic with it. I give him my second number bc I don't give my personal number to strangers and he texts me right away. I don't respond until I get home and he calls me and this goes on for 3 days and he finally asks me on a date. We went out twice after that and I'm not gonna lie, we definitely had some bomb sex after our 1st date (lol I am that kinda girl when I wanna be) and then he instantly starts calling me his girl and introduced me to his friends and that shit was wild because he's much younger than me and Im not sure what I want right now other than sex and fun. So basically I ghosted him and now that we're talking again (its been like a month) and he's being WEIRD. He used to call me every morning and text me throughout the day but now all of a sudden he's "too busy" but when he wants to have sex, he hits me up. (I'm sorry this is so long I didn't mean to go into so much detail lol) So like today... He does the same thing and I'm like "Nah" and he's like ok have a good night and I'm like I will. (I told him I was going out tn) ~ His response was something like ~i dont care what you do bc its clear your not tryna have sex TN but i only want you. Next time, I'm not pulling out. I need you and I only wanna have sex and converse with you. I don't know what else you want me to say~
Should I just block shorty or?? Im conflicted with how serious he's being and I do like him enough but he travels alot for work and I need way too much attention to even try to take him serious. Idk what to say if anything at all đ
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Should I just block shorty or?? Im conflicted with how serious he's being and I do like him enough but he travels alot for work and I need way too much attention to even try to take him serious. Idk what to say if anything at all đ
2023.06.03 06:44 evaaadaonly1 My Life Story. - Eva Gilford
 | If I had to recap my whole life, it would be a very long, confusing, but yet an emotional book. submitted by evaaadaonly1 to u/evaaadaonly1 [link] [comments] It all started at Methodist Hospital. I was born into a world I never thought would be this horrific. At a young age, I learned that independence was key. I did everything myself because thatâs how it went. I thought asking for help and seeking help was me being dependent on something I would never get. I was born into a religion I never understood. The women were the lower class of all people. They were under men, the âleadersâ of the world. I grew up only knowing I was not better than any man I laid my eyes unto. As I aged, I found out I would never be able to look like the other girls, the pants wearing, crop top wearing, short hair, normal girls. I was always the outcast of the girl groups, only because I didnât fit in with their beliefs. I always tried to fit in, but no matter what, I was never the right puzzle piece. Going to school was always something I kind of had trouble with. Not anxiety, no, nothing like that. Just afraid that I was going to be made fun of because of my clothes. Thatâs whenever I kind of found out I was developing anxiety. I made it throughout K-3, then a big change happened in my life that I never thought wouldâve happened. I never really noticed my mother and fatherâs issues they were having until that very night. It was after school, my father, me, and my brother were going to go get ice cream and I just sensed something was off because my mother wasnât coming with us. I was only 7 at the time so I really didnât expect something to happen, all I knew was that we were going to get ice cream. I was in the back seat of my fatherâs truck. Sirens started going off behind us, red and blue lights appeared in the front mirrors. I was confused about what it was, I looked in the back window and noticed, It was a police car. Why? Why was a Police car behind us? We werenât speeding? I looked at my dad as he stared into my eyes, his eyes flooded with tears. I was confused and scared. Was he getting arrested? Thatâs the only thing that went through my mind. As the police officer approached the window, I couldnât hear what he was saying to my father. When he got done speaking to him, he let up the window and turned the truck around. Why was he turning around? Werenât we getting ice cream? I asked why we were turning around, he only looked at me with an emotionless face. Then he smiled and told me it was going to be all okay. But still, he never answered my question. Where were we going? As we turned around I noticed this was the way back to our home. We were going home? Why? We pulled into our driveway and the officer was behind us. We drove up to our house and my grandmother was standing outside. We all stepped outside of the car, but my dad started walking to the officer. I asked my grandmother what was happening, she only looked at me and smiled, she didnât respond to my question. Why was everyone being so quiet? No one responded to what I was saying? She had the gatogolf cart parked in front of the garage and told us to hop on and that we were going on a ride around the house. I was still so confused on why my dad had just walked off to the end of the driveway to meet the officer? Why was the officer here in the first place? As I looked at my grandmother, tears drowned her eyes. I looked at my brother, we were both so confused. I finally got a response out of my grandma, but it still wasnât the response I was looking for. It was only a, Itâll all be okay. But I knew it wasnât going to be all okay. I knew that my mother and father were having some issues before all of this but I didnât expect it to lead to this. I finally got informed on what was going on, my mother and father were getting a divorce. At the time I didnât understand what that word meant. Until it was explained to me. For the whole night I was blank, I cried all night and was so confused. My father wasnât allowed to be around me and my brother. Why? Isnât he my father though? Why are they keeping him away? I never understood why until it was all explained to me. He abused my mother. He hurt her verbally, mentally, I didnât know who to believe. Believe my mother or my father..? I got one last goodbye hug from my father before we had to leave to go to my aunts for the night. I really wasnât used to being far away from him, neither was my brother. I cried all night at my auntâs house. I just didnât understand why. The next morning I found out I had to leave to go to my momâs motherâs house. I was still so confused on why I couldnât see my father. I wasnât used to being this far away from him for this period of time. My mother came to pick me up. I asked her everything, and she told me that her and my father were just done. I honestly just went blank. I donât remember anything else I said or did that whole entire day. The whole week at my momâs motherâs house was just kind of weird for me. But it felt like me and my mom made a huge bond though. I had never worn a pair of jeans in my life, but one day, I finally felt what it was like. I felt so different. When me and her went to get me a pair I was kind of nervous but she helped me through it. My mother had already cut her hair and started wearing jeans, I had never seen this side of her. I kinda liked this ânewâ side of my mother. I was just still kinda in shock. My mom looked so relieved and free. I felt happy for her, I always noticed she wasnât very happy when she and my father were together, but I never understood why until one day. My mother and father were arguing in the dining room and I remember just looking at both of them, asking them to please stop arguing. I finally told my dad to go upstairs and my mom to go to the bedroom. They listened to what I said, which surprised me. But it helped settle both of them. I knew the divorce was kind of a good idea, they needed to get away from each other. But most of all, my mother needed to get away from him. I never noticed how much of a manipulative, narcissistic, abusive man he was because I never saw that side of him, but my mother did and all she was doing was trying to get help. Me and my mom would dance in the bathroom to songs she would download on her phone, and I remember those being my most cherished memories of all time. When me and my mom had time to ourselves, it felt like I was living a whole different life. At first I was a daddyâs girl, but I later found out that for the rest of my life Iâd be a mommaâs girl. As I got older, things took some hard turns. Later in my life I started developing a lot of depression and anxiety out of this world. My mother married someone and Iâll never mention his name ever again. He ruined her life, even when he knew my mother was already torn up from a past abusive marriage. He was such a narcissist. He acted like he loved me and my brother, but he never truly did. He proposed to her in the kitchen of our apartment. He cheated on my mother not long after he proposed. After my mother found out he had cheated on her he left, but he came back. We were living in an apartment at the time. One night I got called into her bedroom and there he sat, on the bed. Why was he back I wondered. I wasnât disappointed in my mother, I was just so confused on why she wanted a man that cheated on her again. He hurt her. At this time, I found out that I legitimately hated men. They ended up dating again and I didnât really know what to think. I had such mixed feelings about him. When he tried talking to me in the bedroom the night he came back, I didnât say anything back so of course he wanted to leave because he said I didnât want him there, which was the truth. I hated him, he hurt my mother just like my father had done to her. Finally we moved into our home we still live in! I was so excited to finally live in a home, I was happy in the apartment but I was happy to leave those horrible memories behind me. Him and my mother got married finally a little while after we moved in. I didnât really know what to think about it, but as long as my mother was happy, I would be happy too. I finally got used to him being here, me and him kinda built a bond. I mean he was my stepdad. But everything changed, again. One night, me, him, my mother, and my brother all went to rookies downtown. I was furious at my father, and I donât even remember why.. I was kind of influenced to call him and give it all to him, but half of me wanted to do it also, so I did it. When we got home I took my mother's phone and called him. I was nervous but ready. I told him how I felt about having to wear skirts and how I had to pretend to be something I truly wasnât. My father had never heard me cuss so it took him by surprise when he heard that. He didnât even care about how I felt, he only cared about the one cuss word I had let out. I knew no matter how much I fought to stay with my mom forever, it would never happen. I tried everything, CPS, Court, everything in my power, but nothing worked. I hated my dad, I hated him so much. I didnât want to even consider him my father anymore. I hated my father so much. I wanted to only be with my mother forever. But then another divorce happened. My step dad and mother got a divorce because of everything he had done to her. He had done worse things to her than my father had done. I hated him so much. I still do with everything with me. I wish I could hurt him more than he hurt my mother. She didnât deserve any of this. She just wanted love and loyalty, but all she got was dishonesty and pain in the end. Why wonât anyone just treat my mother right? I felt like every man that would step into the house I would make a strong bond with. Then they would just disappear forever. Thatâs why I just canât stand men. Iâm not a feminist, but I just want to protect my mom forever. Everyone has their own issues, but mine are just different. I feel like no matter how much help I try to get, nothing ever works. Iâve tried therapy, journaling, the rubberband method, and nothing helps. Medication is what I thought would help me, but it didnât help at all. I love to be alone, but sometimes it doesnât help. The only person that is really keeping me alive right now is my mother. If I didnât have my mother here, I would have no point in living anymore. I love her, she deserves so much better. I would do anything to make her life better. I hate seeing her cry, stress, and just anything that makes her feel horrible. I would work in the desert, cut every single part of my body, pour salt in the cuts for her. I would put myself through so much for that woman. She just deserves so much more. There is no one else I would do that for. Sheâs the woman that felt me inside her, gave birth to me, and still has me. I will always be here for her. There will never be a time that sheâll be alone. No one can love her like I do. Sheâs like an egg, sheâs so fragile. I donât want anything happening to her. But my life is so hard to deal with. Iâm scared Iâll hurt someone, because as the saying goes, âHurt people, will hurt peopleâ. I just donât want anyone hurting her. Sheâs such a special and loving woman. Through all the hell she has been through, she still will always be the strongest woman Iâve ever met and the only mom I will ever love. No one will ever beat my mother. Iâm so glad I have her. She taught me everything I know, how to tie my shoes, how to do my hair, my fashion ways. I just want her to myself. I don;t want anyone else to have her, ever. Just me and her is all I want for the rest of my life. As we can see, my life has been full of ups and downs, but no matter what..I know Iâll always have that one special person by my side, her.
Me when I was a youngin and my beautiful mother. |
2023.06.03 06:43 stickybearmusic [SP]
This is the fourth in a four-part story.
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He started looking for depressions in the sand, large areas where the land would dip from roofs, windows, or doorways. He grabbed at different dips in the ground, but each handful felt as dense as anywhere else. He slid a few times down a sand dune, which helped him get closer to reaching his goal, but his efforts led to several dead ends. He knew he was getting closer though. He kept locating other objects â small hand mirrors, combs, baby bottles, menâs sneakers, collared shirts, broken couch legs. Everything indicated that there was plenty of foot traffic. He continued descending down different paths until he could feel the hot pavement underneath, the end of a descent that felt like the lowest level of an inferno. At that bottom level, he began to dig through walls of sand around him, careful not to trap himself too deep. Unfortunately, that proved difficult as winds would engulf his position and flood his mouth and clothes with more and more particles. He felt the weight of earth around him, so he needed to act quickly to find something to save his life.
This canât be the end.
What are we going to do?
How will I get out? How will we get out?
As he made one last effort, his left hand scraped against something small and rectangular with different edges jutting from it. He grabbed onto it and pulled, but it was stuck in sand and string. He thrusted his right hand to help, and he could feel the entanglement, knots of string tied to different points on this object. He fiddled with the strings, but pulling the strings caused more sand to fall around him, which started to fill his shoes and pile around his ankles. He was not going to give up.
Yes, I got one of the strings off. The sand collected up to his knees.
I just need to tug on it a little harder. More sand fell, now piled halfway up his thighs.
Iâve almost got it.
Sand accumulated at his waist, filling his pockets, and holding half of his body in place. He ignored it. He had a feeling that whatever he was grabbing was to bring his salvation. He pulled harder and harder, and his fingers fiddled more and more until the object was finally free.
Finally!
It was a walkie talkie used by security guards, with one percent of its battery power. He did not have a lot of time. He pulled his arms to the height of his shoulders; the sand having absorbed most of his body with more winds pressing down from above. He twisted knobs trying to find a channel that still worked. The feeds were full of static, but he kept trying different combinations until he could hear anything. He kept lifting the radio higher as more sand shifted onto him, and he began to understand that he might not survive. Finally, as the sand piled around him, burying most of his body, he found one working channel. His success was moot. His mouth and nose were covered with no chance to escape. All that remained was to hear the last message, cold and robotic, before his breathing ceased and everything went dark.
âHello. Weâre contacting you about your carâs service warrantyâŚâ
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He started looking for depressions in the sand, large areas where the land would dip from roofs, windows, or doorways. He grabbed at different dips in the ground, but each handful felt as dense as anywhere else. He slid a few times down a sand dune, which helped him get closer to reaching his goal, but his efforts led to several dead ends. He knew he was getting closer though. He kept locating other objects â small hand mirrors, combs, baby bottles, menâs sneakers, collared shirts, broken couch legs. Everything indicated that there was plenty of foot traffic. He continued descending down different paths until he could feel the hot pavement underneath, the end of a descent that felt like the lowest level of an inferno. At that bottom level, he began to dig through walls of sand around him, careful not to trap himself too deep. Unfortunately, that proved difficult as winds would engulf his position and flood his mouth and clothes with more and more particles. He felt the weight of earth around him, so he needed to act quickly to find something to save his life.
This canât be the end.
What are we going to do?
How will I get out? How will we get out?
As he made one last effort, his left hand scraped against something small and rectangular with different edges jutting from it. He grabbed onto it and pulled, but it was stuck in sand and string. He thrusted his right hand to help, and he could feel the entanglement, knots of string tied to different points on this object. He fiddled with the strings, but pulling the strings caused more sand to fall around him, which started to fill his shoes and pile around his ankles. He was not going to give up.
Yes, I got one of the strings off. The sand collected up to his knees.
I just need to tug on it a little harder. More sand fell, now piled halfway up his thighs.
Iâve almost got it.
Sand accumulated at his waist, filling his pockets, and holding half of his body in place. He ignored it. He had a feeling that whatever he was grabbing was to bring his salvation. He pulled harder and harder, and his fingers fiddled more and more until the object was finally free.
Finally!
It was a walkie talkie used by security guards, with one percent of its battery power. He did not have a lot of time. He pulled his arms to the height of his shoulders; the sand having absorbed most of his body with more winds pressing down from above. He twisted knobs trying to find a channel that still worked. The feeds were full of static, but he kept trying different combinations until he could hear anything. He kept lifting the radio higher as more sand shifted onto him, and he began to understand that he might not survive. Finally, as the sand piled around him, burying most of his body, he found one working channel. His success was moot. His mouth and nose were covered with no chance to escape. All that remained was to hear the last message, cold and robotic, before his breathing ceased and everything went dark.
âHello. Weâre contacting you about your carâs service warrantyâŚâ
2023.06.03 06:43 babybillyselixir Feeling frustrated with myself and my relationship
We've been together 10+ years and there's been ups and downs but we were always able to work through it and become stronger in the process.
I know exactly what I need to do in this situation but I'm avoiding it and only prolonging my anguish to my own detriment. I know the things I need to work on for myself. I used to be in therapy but could no longer afford it. Which is why I'm here instead I guess.
Lately our intimate life hasn't been great. We've never had issues like this before. I'm more LL and he's HL, so I'm okay with him having his own time to do his thing. Some days of the week that's staying up late and just having a night to himself which I'm cool with as I can also do the same. But lately during sex, I noticed he's been frequently going soft, and/or wanting to put porn on in the background. I'm not inherently against this (the porn), but the combo of it has been making me feel shitty. So I've been feeling angry constantly.
He says he knows his limits and when to control himself when it comes to his porn consumption, that he can stop and take breaks whenever he feels he's going over the edge, but lately I'm wondering if the frequency is now nearing on an addiction. I know everyone is different with their libido so I didn't want to jump to addiction straight away as this was never an issue before. Even if he does lose his erection, he still makes sure I'm taken care of.
But when he's in the other room having his time, and I see that closed door, I feel bitter and start thinking negatively about him, imagining whatever he's doing in there and and dramatically thinking maybe this is the end of our relationship. That anger also makes me want to hurt him as retaliation for how our issues have hurt me in the past, which I realize I may have never gotten any kind of closure from. Maybe some of it is dormant anger from then I didn't realize was still there that's snow balling into the frustration now. I acknowledge this is petty and not a healthy emotional response.
He does spend time with me both emotionally and physically so I'm not being totally neglected or anything. I know if I speak up about this, he'll listen. When we're hanging out, I forget those feelings and remember why I still love him and then think those other feelings weren't that big of a deal. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill. I'm also depressed and have been struggling to get back onto my own hobbies and independent life so without those, I dwell and agonize more than I should. I know I just have to talk to him, but my upbringing has made me conflict averse and afraid of rocking the boat. So instead I shut down and distance myself. He always notices and asks if I'm ok, need space or if there's something I want to talk about and I stupidly reassure him that I'm fine, and then go and sulk. Why do I have to be like this?
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I know exactly what I need to do in this situation but I'm avoiding it and only prolonging my anguish to my own detriment. I know the things I need to work on for myself. I used to be in therapy but could no longer afford it. Which is why I'm here instead I guess.
Lately our intimate life hasn't been great. We've never had issues like this before. I'm more LL and he's HL, so I'm okay with him having his own time to do his thing. Some days of the week that's staying up late and just having a night to himself which I'm cool with as I can also do the same. But lately during sex, I noticed he's been frequently going soft, and/or wanting to put porn on in the background. I'm not inherently against this (the porn), but the combo of it has been making me feel shitty. So I've been feeling angry constantly.
He says he knows his limits and when to control himself when it comes to his porn consumption, that he can stop and take breaks whenever he feels he's going over the edge, but lately I'm wondering if the frequency is now nearing on an addiction. I know everyone is different with their libido so I didn't want to jump to addiction straight away as this was never an issue before. Even if he does lose his erection, he still makes sure I'm taken care of.
But when he's in the other room having his time, and I see that closed door, I feel bitter and start thinking negatively about him, imagining whatever he's doing in there and and dramatically thinking maybe this is the end of our relationship. That anger also makes me want to hurt him as retaliation for how our issues have hurt me in the past, which I realize I may have never gotten any kind of closure from. Maybe some of it is dormant anger from then I didn't realize was still there that's snow balling into the frustration now. I acknowledge this is petty and not a healthy emotional response.
He does spend time with me both emotionally and physically so I'm not being totally neglected or anything. I know if I speak up about this, he'll listen. When we're hanging out, I forget those feelings and remember why I still love him and then think those other feelings weren't that big of a deal. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill. I'm also depressed and have been struggling to get back onto my own hobbies and independent life so without those, I dwell and agonize more than I should. I know I just have to talk to him, but my upbringing has made me conflict averse and afraid of rocking the boat. So instead I shut down and distance myself. He always notices and asks if I'm ok, need space or if there's something I want to talk about and I stupidly reassure him that I'm fine, and then go and sulk. Why do I have to be like this?
2023.06.03 06:43 johnnytwoeyes Having the hardest time figuring out the "easy peel pull tab" settings in Silhouette Studio! Any advice is appreciated.
So I've watched every tutorial on YouTube on how to make the kiss-cut pull-tab at (usually) the bottom of your design for an easy peel effect, as well as adding your business name/logo which is exactly what I'd like to do. However, I'll follow these tutorials step-by-step down to a T, and still can't figure out why the machine cuts the pull-tab off each time. I'm sure it's something small I'm overlooking, but my method learning from these videos is this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp92AHC1_LU
I follow those steps EXACTLY, but when it gets to the cutting portion I have the issues listed above. Is there something I'm doing wrong, or is there a change in settings on how to accomplish the pull-tab now, or am I just going crazy?
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- Import your design
- Make a 0.0 offset, and then drag your design off the map/workspace and make the outline from the offset whatever color you want (let's say it's blue, and the original design cut is red)
- Make a box as the easy-pull tab the same color as the offset outline, and then weld them together
- Add your text into the pull-tab that is now welded onto the outline offset, making the cut lines transparent and the fill color whatever you want it to be
- Group them altogether
- Drag your design back over to the offset line (or use the align tools to get them all back in order)
- Optionally, group everything together and duplicate however many times
- Cut via the "Line" option
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp92AHC1_LU
I follow those steps EXACTLY, but when it gets to the cutting portion I have the issues listed above. Is there something I'm doing wrong, or is there a change in settings on how to accomplish the pull-tab now, or am I just going crazy?
2023.06.03 06:43 A_gritzman My stepdad is at rest..
My stepdad (46M) passed away peacefully this past Sunday morning after a 4 month battle with this terrible disease. I miss him terribly, but I am more so relieved that he is no longer suffering.
He was diagnosed in late January with two inoperable connected grape sized tumors on each side of his brain. The original symptom was that he had a seizure just as he pulled into his parking lot at work. Looking back, he had randomly developed symptoms of anxiety and paranoia a few weeks prior to the seizure. I find myself wondering how long ago the disease really started taking shape.
He was in hospital rehab for about a month before coming home and he had strengthened himself to the point where he could even walk again! He was discharged in late February and came home awaiting treatment which started a few weeks later. For a time it was almost normal. We made sure he laughed a lot.
He was uninsured, and the hospital social workers botched the Medicare application, but somehow we still managed to get care for him. After his first radiation treatment, within hours of it, he lost use of his legs. No strength to move or stand. This was our first sign that things were about to get bad.
On top of the obvious struggles with the disease, the things that came along with it were sometimes harder to watch. He was a victim of the Florida opioid epidemic. He was so proud of getting clean in 2011. He had quit smoking 6 months before getting diagnosed. The doctors did what they do and got him on pain killers. I understand why they prescribed them, it was just so hard to know that he relapsed for reasons beyond his control. I guess Iâm glad he went out feeling as high as he wanted to be.
By mid March, his personality had completely changed. He was borderline catatonic, only asking for Wellington rolls (pain killers) or to start the car (a cigarette). Who were we to deny him of these things? It was the only way he could cope. His short term memory loss and aphasia were brutal.
My grandma had GBM. We thought we knew what were in for but this was so much worse. By April he had lost full arm strength. He was incontinent. He started declining treatment. I almost wish he had gone for palliative care right away instead, but we couldnât bring ourselves to argue against his will to fight even if we knew it was a losing battle. If I could go back, I would have pleaded with him to pick quality of life over quantity.
Early May, we could tell it was getting close. He stopped eating for a time and eventually tried to get my mom to stop cleaning and changing him. We sent him to the hospital, they pumped him full of fluids and his personality returned! He was himself for Motherâs Day after his discharge but rapidly slipped again.
He developed a cold that put him back in the hospital. Somehow, after being pumped with fluids, he talked his way into full time hospice care at home. By the time he got home, he was in such a fog that he accused my brother of sending him home against will.
Last Monday, I went by his house. The family he truly loved was there and he actually popped in to say hello. We laughed with him and told him we loved him. He told us he was hungry and when we told him he had to have pudding or soft food because he couldnât swallow, he called our bluff and slammed down a Burger King cheeseburger. He loved Burger King. Iâm so glad he made one more appearance.
By Wednesday, he was unresponsive. I think he could still hear us though. On Saturday, I stopped by and held his hand and told him how lucky I was to have known him and how much of an impact he made on me. His eyes were fluttering and his mouth was somewhat moving. I told him I loved him and said it was okay.
Iâm still struggling with how quickly and severely he deteriorated, but I am so glad he is at peace now. I donât know what else to say. Thank you for being a safe space.
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He was diagnosed in late January with two inoperable connected grape sized tumors on each side of his brain. The original symptom was that he had a seizure just as he pulled into his parking lot at work. Looking back, he had randomly developed symptoms of anxiety and paranoia a few weeks prior to the seizure. I find myself wondering how long ago the disease really started taking shape.
He was in hospital rehab for about a month before coming home and he had strengthened himself to the point where he could even walk again! He was discharged in late February and came home awaiting treatment which started a few weeks later. For a time it was almost normal. We made sure he laughed a lot.
He was uninsured, and the hospital social workers botched the Medicare application, but somehow we still managed to get care for him. After his first radiation treatment, within hours of it, he lost use of his legs. No strength to move or stand. This was our first sign that things were about to get bad.
On top of the obvious struggles with the disease, the things that came along with it were sometimes harder to watch. He was a victim of the Florida opioid epidemic. He was so proud of getting clean in 2011. He had quit smoking 6 months before getting diagnosed. The doctors did what they do and got him on pain killers. I understand why they prescribed them, it was just so hard to know that he relapsed for reasons beyond his control. I guess Iâm glad he went out feeling as high as he wanted to be.
By mid March, his personality had completely changed. He was borderline catatonic, only asking for Wellington rolls (pain killers) or to start the car (a cigarette). Who were we to deny him of these things? It was the only way he could cope. His short term memory loss and aphasia were brutal.
My grandma had GBM. We thought we knew what were in for but this was so much worse. By April he had lost full arm strength. He was incontinent. He started declining treatment. I almost wish he had gone for palliative care right away instead, but we couldnât bring ourselves to argue against his will to fight even if we knew it was a losing battle. If I could go back, I would have pleaded with him to pick quality of life over quantity.
Early May, we could tell it was getting close. He stopped eating for a time and eventually tried to get my mom to stop cleaning and changing him. We sent him to the hospital, they pumped him full of fluids and his personality returned! He was himself for Motherâs Day after his discharge but rapidly slipped again.
He developed a cold that put him back in the hospital. Somehow, after being pumped with fluids, he talked his way into full time hospice care at home. By the time he got home, he was in such a fog that he accused my brother of sending him home against will.
Last Monday, I went by his house. The family he truly loved was there and he actually popped in to say hello. We laughed with him and told him we loved him. He told us he was hungry and when we told him he had to have pudding or soft food because he couldnât swallow, he called our bluff and slammed down a Burger King cheeseburger. He loved Burger King. Iâm so glad he made one more appearance.
By Wednesday, he was unresponsive. I think he could still hear us though. On Saturday, I stopped by and held his hand and told him how lucky I was to have known him and how much of an impact he made on me. His eyes were fluttering and his mouth was somewhat moving. I told him I loved him and said it was okay.
Iâm still struggling with how quickly and severely he deteriorated, but I am so glad he is at peace now. I donât know what else to say. Thank you for being a safe space.
2023.06.03 06:42 DuncanStudios2000 This is part 1 of Chapter 11 of my book Dragons of Fireborne...
Dragons of Fireborne is a book I have recently finished and I'm working on getting it published... So here's a snipit of the book, tell me what you think!!
-Warning, there is brief innuendo in the story!!
They were nearing the camp when a bell sounded. A group of Hunters fled out and stood guard at the entrance, out came a large burly man on a Death Eater. He rode up to them. He had a blade for a hand. It was Shack-RA. He trodded up to Draco and the others. "Well, if it isn't my Queen!" He said mockingly. "And what do I owe the pleasure?" Draco stepped forward. "We just simply need to pass through the valley to enter the Border city..." She told him. Shack-RA jumped to the ground. "Your kind is not welcome here!" He said. Dagon inched forward. "He's right..." He said quietly. "Listen to the plucky bastard! LEAVE!!" Shack-RA shouted. Dagon gained composure. "Don't call me plucky!" He said. "I don't even know what that means..." He said quietly. "Let us pass through and we'll give you some food and drink," Draco said. Shack-RA stalked around his beast. "We do not need your poison!" He said angrily. "We do not need your filth OR your wealth!!" Draco stepped forward. "Then just let us simply pass through," She said calmly. "Why don't you go around the valley?" Shack-RA asked. "It will take several days longer" Draco replied. "We need to get these supplies to White Willow..." Shack-RA looked surprised and stepped forward from his drake. "I didn't know you two were friends..." He said slyly. Draco stood straight. "We aren't, they just need our help..." She said calmly. "Give to those who ask and to those who take-" "Quiet Quim!" Shack-RA interrupted. He walked closer to her until he was right in her face. "You best leave now, because my pets get VERY hungry, and they haven't had breakfast yet..." He threatened. The two biggest Death Eaters stood on either side of him. They peered down at Draco and the others. "Your beasts do not scare me, boy," Draco said. "A little..." Dagon said quietly behind Keith. Shack-RA pointed his bladed arm at Draco. "YOU CALL ME BOOOYYY!!!!!????" He yelled. "YOU WILL SEE WHO TRULY IS MORE POWERFUL!!!" Draco stared down his blade calmly. "You do not scare me," She said quietly. Shack-RA took a few steps back. "I bring fear into the hearts of man!!" He shouted. "I am not a man..." Draco replied calmly. Shack-RA roared. "YOU MAY BE QUEEN BUT I AM GOD OF THIS VALLEY!!!!" He shouted louder. Draco narrowed her eyes sternly. "You are no God, you're a parasite..." She said. Shack-RA glared at her. "My Hunters will eat you alive!!" He said. Draco kept her composure. "You will kill no one today, or ever again," She told him. Shack-RA snarled. "Perhaps if I introduce you to my Eaters you'll beg for my mercy!" He threatened. Keith unsheathed his sword. "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN YOUR QUEEN!!" He shouted. Shack-RA looked at Keith. "It is not a threat, just an apprise..." He said. "My Eaters just eat people because they smell fear..." The Eaters took a step closer and stared at Draco. Draco looked back at them then returned her gaze at Shack-RA. "You do not scare me..." She said. Shack-RA chuckled. "Of course, I scare you, why else would my Eaters want your flesh?" He said.
Draco looked at him unhindered. "You-do-not-scare-me..." She said. "Then why bring your army?" He asked her. "To protect those I can not..." She replied Shack-RA scoffed. "Your army is pitiful and not with power!" He said. "You see my army?" "THAT'S an army!" Draco looked at the army. "Yes, I guess it is..." She said. Shack-RA looked back at her. "What power do you have that can stop them?" He asked. Draco gazed at them. "I have a power that's far stronger than any man..." She said. Shack-RA snorted. "You have no power here!" Draco looked at him. "Maybe... But he does..." She clapped her staff on the ground. A dark shadow loomed over her. Shack-RA looked up at the clouds but saw nothing. A low distant bellow sounded through the air. He looked at the camp as a large 20-foot dragon swooped down and blew a pillar of fire at the camp burning it to the ground. "Nothing is hotter than dragon fire," Draco said as Shack-RA looked in shock. The dragon pitched upwards back to the sky and turned back to the camp. The dragon blew another pillar of fire at it finishing it off. Shack-RA turned to Draco in anger. "SWINE!!!" He shouted. "You will now feel death!!" "I am not afraid..." Draco said calmly. Shack-RA chuckled. "If you are not afraid, then what are THEY doing here?" He said pointing to the Death Eaters. Draco shrugged. "I am not afraid of them..." "Perhaps it's your fear they smell..." She said. They were staring at him. "You can tell a lot about someone's biggest fear by what weapon they choose..." She continued. Shack-RA looked at the drakes. "You... Fear death..." Draco finished. He jumped back and attempted to run, but one of the drakes pushed him down with its snout. Shack-RA started crawling away, but the other drake grabbed his leg with its mouth and then bit down crushing his bones. Shack-RA howled in pain. He turned to look at them as the drakes stepped toward him He raised his hands and screamed. The first drake bit down around his upper body and lifted him up, and the other drake bit down on his lower half as he screamed. The drake pulled him in half he continued his blood-curdling scream, then the drake with his upper half crunched his body between its jaws and it fell silent. The drakes crunched on his corpse and ate him up. Dagon looked in disgust and gagged. Draco stared sternly, ensuring he was dead. The drakes lapped his blood up off the snowy rocks and then licked their mouth. The drakes turned to Draco and stepped forward. Draco stared at them sternly. The drakes sniffed her for a moment and growled. Draco stepped forward and unlatched the collars off their necks. The drakes sniffed the collars and looked at Draco. They bellowed and ran off. They stared as the drakes disappeared in the distance. Draco calmly turned toward the group and saw them staring. "What?" She asked. Keith stared at her. "You just released those beasts into the wild..." He said. Draco stepped forward. "Yes, yes I did..." She said. Keith was confused. "But why?" He asked. "Because they're better in the wild than with murderous Hunters..." She said.
-I hope you've enjoyed this short snipit of my book!
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-Warning, there is brief innuendo in the story!!
They were nearing the camp when a bell sounded. A group of Hunters fled out and stood guard at the entrance, out came a large burly man on a Death Eater. He rode up to them. He had a blade for a hand. It was Shack-RA. He trodded up to Draco and the others. "Well, if it isn't my Queen!" He said mockingly. "And what do I owe the pleasure?" Draco stepped forward. "We just simply need to pass through the valley to enter the Border city..." She told him. Shack-RA jumped to the ground. "Your kind is not welcome here!" He said. Dagon inched forward. "He's right..." He said quietly. "Listen to the plucky bastard! LEAVE!!" Shack-RA shouted. Dagon gained composure. "Don't call me plucky!" He said. "I don't even know what that means..." He said quietly. "Let us pass through and we'll give you some food and drink," Draco said. Shack-RA stalked around his beast. "We do not need your poison!" He said angrily. "We do not need your filth OR your wealth!!" Draco stepped forward. "Then just let us simply pass through," She said calmly. "Why don't you go around the valley?" Shack-RA asked. "It will take several days longer" Draco replied. "We need to get these supplies to White Willow..." Shack-RA looked surprised and stepped forward from his drake. "I didn't know you two were friends..." He said slyly. Draco stood straight. "We aren't, they just need our help..." She said calmly. "Give to those who ask and to those who take-" "Quiet Quim!" Shack-RA interrupted. He walked closer to her until he was right in her face. "You best leave now, because my pets get VERY hungry, and they haven't had breakfast yet..." He threatened. The two biggest Death Eaters stood on either side of him. They peered down at Draco and the others. "Your beasts do not scare me, boy," Draco said. "A little..." Dagon said quietly behind Keith. Shack-RA pointed his bladed arm at Draco. "YOU CALL ME BOOOYYY!!!!!????" He yelled. "YOU WILL SEE WHO TRULY IS MORE POWERFUL!!!" Draco stared down his blade calmly. "You do not scare me," She said quietly. Shack-RA took a few steps back. "I bring fear into the hearts of man!!" He shouted. "I am not a man..." Draco replied calmly. Shack-RA roared. "YOU MAY BE QUEEN BUT I AM GOD OF THIS VALLEY!!!!" He shouted louder. Draco narrowed her eyes sternly. "You are no God, you're a parasite..." She said. Shack-RA glared at her. "My Hunters will eat you alive!!" He said. Draco kept her composure. "You will kill no one today, or ever again," She told him. Shack-RA snarled. "Perhaps if I introduce you to my Eaters you'll beg for my mercy!" He threatened. Keith unsheathed his sword. "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN YOUR QUEEN!!" He shouted. Shack-RA looked at Keith. "It is not a threat, just an apprise..." He said. "My Eaters just eat people because they smell fear..." The Eaters took a step closer and stared at Draco. Draco looked back at them then returned her gaze at Shack-RA. "You do not scare me..." She said. Shack-RA chuckled. "Of course, I scare you, why else would my Eaters want your flesh?" He said.
Draco looked at him unhindered. "You-do-not-scare-me..." She said. "Then why bring your army?" He asked her. "To protect those I can not..." She replied Shack-RA scoffed. "Your army is pitiful and not with power!" He said. "You see my army?" "THAT'S an army!" Draco looked at the army. "Yes, I guess it is..." She said. Shack-RA looked back at her. "What power do you have that can stop them?" He asked. Draco gazed at them. "I have a power that's far stronger than any man..." She said. Shack-RA snorted. "You have no power here!" Draco looked at him. "Maybe... But he does..." She clapped her staff on the ground. A dark shadow loomed over her. Shack-RA looked up at the clouds but saw nothing. A low distant bellow sounded through the air. He looked at the camp as a large 20-foot dragon swooped down and blew a pillar of fire at the camp burning it to the ground. "Nothing is hotter than dragon fire," Draco said as Shack-RA looked in shock. The dragon pitched upwards back to the sky and turned back to the camp. The dragon blew another pillar of fire at it finishing it off. Shack-RA turned to Draco in anger. "SWINE!!!" He shouted. "You will now feel death!!" "I am not afraid..." Draco said calmly. Shack-RA chuckled. "If you are not afraid, then what are THEY doing here?" He said pointing to the Death Eaters. Draco shrugged. "I am not afraid of them..." "Perhaps it's your fear they smell..." She said. They were staring at him. "You can tell a lot about someone's biggest fear by what weapon they choose..." She continued. Shack-RA looked at the drakes. "You... Fear death..." Draco finished. He jumped back and attempted to run, but one of the drakes pushed him down with its snout. Shack-RA started crawling away, but the other drake grabbed his leg with its mouth and then bit down crushing his bones. Shack-RA howled in pain. He turned to look at them as the drakes stepped toward him He raised his hands and screamed. The first drake bit down around his upper body and lifted him up, and the other drake bit down on his lower half as he screamed. The drake pulled him in half he continued his blood-curdling scream, then the drake with his upper half crunched his body between its jaws and it fell silent. The drakes crunched on his corpse and ate him up. Dagon looked in disgust and gagged. Draco stared sternly, ensuring he was dead. The drakes lapped his blood up off the snowy rocks and then licked their mouth. The drakes turned to Draco and stepped forward. Draco stared at them sternly. The drakes sniffed her for a moment and growled. Draco stepped forward and unlatched the collars off their necks. The drakes sniffed the collars and looked at Draco. They bellowed and ran off. They stared as the drakes disappeared in the distance. Draco calmly turned toward the group and saw them staring. "What?" She asked. Keith stared at her. "You just released those beasts into the wild..." He said. Draco stepped forward. "Yes, yes I did..." She said. Keith was confused. "But why?" He asked. "Because they're better in the wild than with murderous Hunters..." She said.
-I hope you've enjoyed this short snipit of my book!
2023.06.03 06:42 KeyAgreeable6234 Nexdock Wireless
Hello all,
I just got the wireless nexdock and been testing it out. I am using it with Samsung Dex and PC wirelessly but when I connect it to PC (and I am connected to NTouch on bluetooth), it seems to not work. Being wired does work but been trying to use it with the GPD Win 4. Does anyone have any idea how to do this without plugging with a wire?
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I just got the wireless nexdock and been testing it out. I am using it with Samsung Dex and PC wirelessly but when I connect it to PC (and I am connected to NTouch on bluetooth), it seems to not work. Being wired does work but been trying to use it with the GPD Win 4. Does anyone have any idea how to do this without plugging with a wire?
2023.06.03 06:42 jumpyHR Vacuum Suggestions that fit my criteria
Hi all,
I have a shark rotator lift away for about 8 years now and it still works but it spews dust like crazy everywhere while vacuuming and really aggravates my crazy allergies and autoimmune disease. It says hepa filtration like a lot of vacuums advertise but I canât locate the source of the unfiltered air getting through. Replaced all filters and still does it.
My house is 1500 sq ft and mostly soft carpet 90% and the rest 10% tile and grout.
Iâm looking for a new vacuum with these qualities from most important to least.
-Very good sealed system with hepa filtration and bagged. Has best seal and will not leak dust.
-Low maintenance -powered head for high pile carpet -convenient controls and lighter is better due to arthritis. But around 15 pounds is okay like my shark.
So my price range is any price from $100-$800-ish. I want to see what is the best in their respective price ranges. Then research them against each other.
Either canister or upright. Have been a lifetime upright user and have never tried a canister style but am willing to use it.
Contenders and reservations.
Sebo felix/ Karcher CV300 Mentions of blowing hot air and overheating. Not sure about the filters read some Reddit comments saying the S class filters werenât as good as hepa according to tests.
Sebo canisters Very good except for one issue. The foam used for the air cushion has me worried with my chemical sensitivities. this is where most of the air is exhausted from so I donât want to be exposed to the foam chemicals. Same as above regarding no hepa filtration and S class filtration.
Miele c3 Read Miele C3 was one of the best in terms of the sealed system and hepa filtration but Amazon reviews showed photos of the sealed bag releasing dust into the container and the head intermittently turning off and on. Also read comments about it running hot also?
I really like how handy and convenient my shark is compared to the functions of the sebo and Miele. But the issue with the dust bypassing the hepa and seal is a no go.
These are the two brands most mentioned can you recommmed any other vaccums?
Thank you!
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I have a shark rotator lift away for about 8 years now and it still works but it spews dust like crazy everywhere while vacuuming and really aggravates my crazy allergies and autoimmune disease. It says hepa filtration like a lot of vacuums advertise but I canât locate the source of the unfiltered air getting through. Replaced all filters and still does it.
My house is 1500 sq ft and mostly soft carpet 90% and the rest 10% tile and grout.
Iâm looking for a new vacuum with these qualities from most important to least.
-Very good sealed system with hepa filtration and bagged. Has best seal and will not leak dust.
-Low maintenance -powered head for high pile carpet -convenient controls and lighter is better due to arthritis. But around 15 pounds is okay like my shark.
So my price range is any price from $100-$800-ish. I want to see what is the best in their respective price ranges. Then research them against each other.
Either canister or upright. Have been a lifetime upright user and have never tried a canister style but am willing to use it.
Contenders and reservations.
Sebo felix/ Karcher CV300 Mentions of blowing hot air and overheating. Not sure about the filters read some Reddit comments saying the S class filters werenât as good as hepa according to tests.
Sebo canisters Very good except for one issue. The foam used for the air cushion has me worried with my chemical sensitivities. this is where most of the air is exhausted from so I donât want to be exposed to the foam chemicals. Same as above regarding no hepa filtration and S class filtration.
Miele c3 Read Miele C3 was one of the best in terms of the sealed system and hepa filtration but Amazon reviews showed photos of the sealed bag releasing dust into the container and the head intermittently turning off and on. Also read comments about it running hot also?
I really like how handy and convenient my shark is compared to the functions of the sebo and Miele. But the issue with the dust bypassing the hepa and seal is a no go.
These are the two brands most mentioned can you recommmed any other vaccums?
Thank you!
2023.06.03 06:41 Cheap_Bad9757 Pulling a vacuum
Out of curiosity, how many of you here pull cores and hook up the vacuum pump directly to the system? I do this and obviously it pulls a much quicker vacuum but all the other guys I work with don't remove cores and pull through their gauge manifolds. I was never shown to pull cores and to hook the pump up directly to the system throughout my whole apprenticeship. If you're one of the guys who don't use a micron gauge don't bother responding đ
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2023.06.03 06:41 Excellent-Chance-710 Unhappy with how often I get horny
Basically I want to be horny more often. I'm not happy with how it's going. I end up calling off meeting with guys sometimes because of how my sex drive seems to work. I'm lucky if I get week of being really horny each month. In between I don't think about sex much at all. I jerk off, but it's mostly out of habit and very unsatisfying. If I get stressed or preoccupied with something, I might go quite awhile without being horny.
I like what being horny does to me though. I'm like a different person, way more confident and overall more motivated and just happier, even if I'm not thinking about sex at the moment. Whenever I cum, I'm worried that's going to be it for a month or more.
How do I be horny more often? Any advice appreciated.
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I like what being horny does to me though. I'm like a different person, way more confident and overall more motivated and just happier, even if I'm not thinking about sex at the moment. Whenever I cum, I'm worried that's going to be it for a month or more.
How do I be horny more often? Any advice appreciated.
2023.06.03 06:41 Seeker_90 I need help with how to navigate through these issues.
Hi, I am here to represent some of the aspects of the dysfunctional family of my parents. I have made peace with the past but there have been a few recent events with each family member that are bothering me lately. I am working on myself, reminding myself that although some of it is affecting me now, it does not really matter. Its the logical mind though which needs convincing. What should I do here? Any help is appreciated 1. My Elder Sister (her and I have an age gap of almost 2 years):There was an incident that happened when we were teens, affecting her and me both. I lost my connection with friends little by little. Life became a mess really. She chose to bring this up and how it affected her, (years later) when she introduced me to her - to be fiancee - FOR THE FIRST TIME, trying to pick up a fight then and there. She was 28F (in2020) at the time. I am not sure what she expected out of it and why she did that. When I brought incidences on how she had literally been an asshole to me all her life, she tried to justify herself looking at him as if the only person there purer than the purest water on earth was her. (Really?) I did not storm out or anything like that but handled it like a more mature person than her. It really made me think later though on how far she could go to paint a picture about me to someone who was going to be a part of the family. It also made me realize that I was right to think that she and mum had many conversations belittling me (which was obvious infront but not it was obvious behind my back too), My mother is a narcissist btw. She asked me one time this year if I wanted to stay at her house for a week since she and her now husband would be out there would be no one at home, I said okay. Now when I was leaving her house, since the door had automatic lock, I did not do the manual lock (from outside). I was on my way to the airport when she showed her disapproval on this. So I went back, but there was a malfunction on the door, it was not opening at all for me to even lock it. She was literally screaming on the phone over the video call. I could see my parents sitting behind in the video call, watching this whole ordeal, I tried opening this giant door, slamming myself to it but it did not budge. I eventually had to take help of the neighbour. He was a physically bigger person than me. And he too had trouble opening the door but with effort, he pushed it open. I was then able to lock the door automatically +manually.Later I noticed I had big blood clots (three) covering my right thigh, the side from which I was slamming myself on to the door. Even when she visits home, she tries to degrade my choices, my weight, anything related to me. I told her I like myself and how I do things.There was one time, when during our conversation she asked me what I wanted to eat (for the first time). I said no, she insisted. When I told her and it was a pretty cheap order, her reaction and the entire demeanor changed. She booked the order but was so agitated, didn't continue the call and I never said yes to any of her questions after. 2. Father : I took a break from my corporate career in 2021 to pursue a career in government. I asked my father if he was okay with me being at home to prepare. Initially, he said okay but it was clear later on that he really did not care on if I had my own space to prepare or the privacy. And no I don't have a room, I sleep in the drawing room on a deewan (bed) right infront of the main door. He watches TV all day and couldn't care less on what is happening elsewhere in the house.To cope with this and the guests, relatives and visits of my siblings (both elder sissy and brother), I started studying at night.In the morning, he could hardly care on how loud he is moving things around, arranging utensils or so. I am trying to get a job again to get my own place. I don't know how I managed this long at home with such things. 3. Brother : He is so self - righteous.Initially, he and I shared rooms. And he was always on the phone. One time I asked him to go to the balcony and talk or the other room and he said it was not convenient for him. I told him I am preparing for my government exam and what do you know? It turns into an altercation. My mother asked me to leave the room, being all about solutions. When I told her it's impacting my preparation and I have to give the exam, she said ' everyday is an exam' (seriously?) I cried a lot that day after I settled in my father's room.To make it seem like she was trying to help me, she asked my father to let me study for 2 hours each day. (Really? 2 hours?),which was not okay by him. He loves his TV and so.Oh well. He never apologized and still, till date, never apologizes even when he is in the wrong. He does apologize to my sister. It's all about the money she earns now. Because he often makes note of it and always looks at her salary. So I think that way, he is inclined to say sorry to her. He did not say sorry to her too before she was earning well. 4. My Mother: I think the person I had most issues with throughout my life is my mother. I love her for the being that resides in her but I oh so fucking hate her for how she treats me directly/ indirectly. She projects her limitations on me, always remarking 'oh you can't do that'.She has always wanted me to be less than my sister. How do I know this? She oftens pointed out in a derogatory way whenever I did well in life. I was the first in this family to get a well paid job and she was not happy about it, at all. When I was in the process of giving interview, I remember she remarked says 'That is, if you get this job, you will go there'. I was taken aback but I mean, what else did I expect. When I was earning well, these guys were all about me, asking me for gifts and things, which I was happy to oblige to. Now, she always ALWAYS like a speaker on the top of my head, speaks about how wonderful of a jobmy sister has, her salary, the new flat she is buying and how richlyand royally our new dog is living with her, something which he was not living like before, when he was living with her. About the government exams I am preparing for, she always talks about how less of a salary the posts have. I really don't have any idea about why she says these things. When I try to confront her, she takes it in a very defensive way and I'd not say anything to her at all. Now that my brother is in another city because of his job, she has taken the room.I had an interview yesterday and I asked her for the room (there is always someone coming and going in the drawing room) and the energy got so dull as if I was not entitled to it. How do you think would be the best way to navigate through these emotions and incidences?
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2023.06.03 06:41 Seeker_90 I need help with how to navigate through these issues.
Hi, I am here to represent some of the aspects of the dysfunctional family of my parents. I have made peace with the past but there have been a few recent events with each family member that are bothering me lately. I am working on myself, reminding myself that although some of it is affecting me now, it does not really matter. Its the logical mind though which needs convincing. What should I do here? Any help is appreciated 1. My Elder Sister (her and I have an age gap of almost 2 years):There was an incident that happened when we were teens, affecting her and me both. I lost my connection with friends little by little. Life became a mess really. She chose to bring this up and how it affected her, (years later) when she introduced me to her - to be fiancee - FOR THE FIRST TIME, trying to pick up a fight then and there. She was 28F (in2020) at the time. I am not sure what she expected out of it and why she did that. When I brought incidences on how she had literally been an asshole to me all her life, she tried to justify herself looking at him as if the only person there purer than the purest water on earth was her. (Really?) I did not storm out or anything like that but handled it like a more mature person than her. It really made me think later though on how far she could go to paint a picture about me to someone who was going to be a part of the family. It also made me realize that I was right to think that she and mum had many conversations belittling me (which was obvious infront but not it was obvious behind my back too), My mother is a narcissist btw. She asked me one time this year if I wanted to stay at her house for a week since she and her now husband would be out there would be no one at home, I said okay. Now when I was leaving her house, since the door had automatic lock, I did not do the manual lock (from outside). I was on my way to the airport when she showed her disapproval on this. So I went back, but there was a malfunction on the door, it was not opening at all for me to even lock it. She was literally screaming on the phone over the video call. I could see my parents sitting behind in the video call, watching this whole ordeal, I tried opening this giant door, slamming myself to it but it did not budge. I eventually had to take help of the neighbour. He was a physically bigger person than me. And he too had trouble opening the door but with effort, he pushed it open. I was then able to lock the door automatically +manually.Later I noticed I had big blood clots (three) covering my right thigh, the side from which I was slamming myself on to the door. Even when she visits home, she tries to degrade my choices, my weight, anything related to me. I told her I like myself and how I do things.There was one time, when during our conversation she asked me what I wanted to eat (for the first time). I said no, she insisted. When I told her and it was a pretty cheap order, her reaction and the entire demeanor changed. She booked the order but was so agitated, didn't continue the call and I never said yes to any of her questions after. 2. Father : I took a break from my corporate career in 2021 to pursue a career in government. I asked my father if he was okay with me being at home to prepare. Initially, he said okay but it was clear later on that he really did not care on if I had my own space to prepare or the privacy. And no I don't have a room, I sleep in the drawing room on a deewan (bed) right infront of the main door. He watches TV all day and couldn't care less on what is happening elsewhere in the house.To cope with this and the guests, relatives and visits of my siblings (both elder sissy and brother), I started studying at night.In the morning, he could hardly care on how loud he is moving things around, arranging utensils or so. I am trying to get a job again to get my own place. I don't know how I managed this long at home with such things. 3. Brother : He is so self - righteous.Initially, he and I shared rooms. And he was always on the phone. One time I asked him to go to the balcony and talk or the other room and he said it was not convenient for him. I told him I am preparing for my government exam and what do you know? It turns into an altercation. My mother asked me to leave the room, being all about solutions. When I told her it's impacting my preparation and I have to give the exam, she said ' everyday is an exam' (seriously?) I cried a lot that day after I settled in my father's room.To make it seem like she was trying to help me, she asked my father to let me study for 2 hours each day. (Really? 2 hours?),which was not okay by him. He loves his TV and so.Oh well. He never apologized and still, till date, never apologizes even when he is in the wrong. He does apologize to my sister. It's all about the money she earns now. Because he often makes note of it and always looks at her salary. So I think that way, he is inclined to say sorry to her. He did not say sorry to her too before she was earning well. 4. My Mother: I think the person I had most issues with throughout my life is my mother. I love her for the being that resides in her but I oh so fucking hate her for how she treats me directly/ indirectly. She projects her limitations on me, always remarking 'oh you can't do that'.She has always wanted me to be less than my sister. How do I know this? She oftens pointed out in a derogatory way whenever I did well in life. I was the first in this family to get a well paid job and she was not happy about it, at all. When I was in the process of giving interview, I remember she remarked says 'That is, if you get this job, you will go there'. I was taken aback but I mean, what else did I expect. When I was earning well, these guys were all about me, asking me for gifts and things, which I was happy to oblige to. Now, she always ALWAYS like a speaker on the top of my head, speaks about how wonderful of a jobmy sister has, her salary, the new flat she is buying and how richlyand royally our new dog is living with her, something which he was not living like before, when he was living with her. About the government exams I am preparing for, she always talks about how less of a salary the posts have. I really don't have any idea about why she says these things. When I try to confront her, she takes it in a very defensive way and I'd not say anything to her at all. Now that my brother is in another city because of his job, she has taken the room.I had an interview yesterday and I asked her for the room (there is always someone coming and going in the drawing room) and the energy got so dull as if I was not entitled to it. How do you think would be the best way to navigate through these emotions and incidences?
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2023.06.03 06:40 mollymills FET or wedding?
Itâs looking like the general timeline of my first FET will be mid-August, the weekend of my cousinâs wedding and my 40th birthday. We have refundable travel plans and wouldnât lose money, but I would feel bad missing it.
I have been trying to have a baby for almost 3 years, with 3 miscarriages, 3 failed IUIâs, and 1 TFMR. Said yes to IVF March 1 and waiting to do second ER. Every month that passes drives me nuts.
I know this first FET might not work, and if it doesnât Iâll feel like I shouldnât have missed the wedding. On the other hand, if it does work thatâs all that matters and I feel like our lives can finally move forward. It would be the best birthday present ever. I donât even want to celebrate tbh given how traumatic this past year has been.
Has anyone been in this situation or have advice?
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I have been trying to have a baby for almost 3 years, with 3 miscarriages, 3 failed IUIâs, and 1 TFMR. Said yes to IVF March 1 and waiting to do second ER. Every month that passes drives me nuts.
I know this first FET might not work, and if it doesnât Iâll feel like I shouldnât have missed the wedding. On the other hand, if it does work thatâs all that matters and I feel like our lives can finally move forward. It would be the best birthday present ever. I donât even want to celebrate tbh given how traumatic this past year has been.
Has anyone been in this situation or have advice?
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2023.06.03 06:39 jesusjones182 Hats off to the sub's AQ theorists
I remember seeing so many "Nat is AQ" posts over the past year that eventually I dipped out of the conversation, but looking back I'm impressed how many of you picked up hints and details that were exactly right. Since the Doomcoming episode I just assumed it was completely obvious that Lottie was AQ, and the Nat AQ truthers were somewhere in the same category as Javi is Adam truthers.
I searched the sub to go back and re-read some of those old posts. This was the first one I could find from two years ago, from someone who guessed it almost immediately after the pilot episode. And here's a couple from last year.
Nice work citizen detectives!
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I searched the sub to go back and re-read some of those old posts. This was the first one I could find from two years ago, from someone who guessed it almost immediately after the pilot episode. And here's a couple from last year.
Nice work citizen detectives!
2023.06.03 06:38 geese_are_evil Shout to you guys/gals working in LTC
I started as a CNA back in 2001, spent 7 years working in nursing homes before moving on to hospitals. Spent the last 6 years working in an assisted living in a managerial position. I currently am working a great job doing in home care with private pay.
However I have renewed my CNA license and decided to pick up a few shifts through AllShifts app for money to beef up my savings. I have not worked in LTC setting in 15 years. One shift last night kicked my ass. I went home sore, and woke up even worse. I forgot how hard it is to care for 12 residents at once, do 4 showers, do vitals, pass waters, pass trays, feed, reposition. All that while dealing with other workers crappy attitudes. I nearly walked out because I donât NEED that job.
So shout out to you hard workers that deal with that on a daily basis. It is a hard job and not everyone can do. You donât get the respect and appreciation you deserve.
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However I have renewed my CNA license and decided to pick up a few shifts through AllShifts app for money to beef up my savings. I have not worked in LTC setting in 15 years. One shift last night kicked my ass. I went home sore, and woke up even worse. I forgot how hard it is to care for 12 residents at once, do 4 showers, do vitals, pass waters, pass trays, feed, reposition. All that while dealing with other workers crappy attitudes. I nearly walked out because I donât NEED that job.
So shout out to you hard workers that deal with that on a daily basis. It is a hard job and not everyone can do. You donât get the respect and appreciation you deserve.
2023.06.03 06:38 SaltFalcon7778 How to display health of an npc on a menu?
Like the title says. I look at almost every tutorial on how to give an npc a health display so I can see the health and stats of an npc on a menu. However, none of them work or itâs the players health and stats and wouldnât work. So does anyone have a better tutorial or idea on how to display or show stats of my npc on a menu?
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2023.06.03 06:38 siestapleeze Allowing handrails but at the cost of the individual owners
Hi again,
Working hard to keep this short but I need a gut check. Our board recently voted to allow owners to install handrails but only at their cost. I'm not sure how I feel about this so I was curious how other communities have handled this.
The HOA attorney previously said we should allow the handrails (obviously, I mean we aren't monsters that wish injury on our neighbors) but his advice was ambiguous on who should actually pay. He basically said, we own the stairs and it's our responsibility to keep them safe, which I get but does the HOA have to pay for that? I haven't reached back out to the attorney for clarification yet. The rest of the board is worried about what precedent paying for the railing sets and realistically, the community is underfunded and we should be saving every penny to pay for deferred maintenance.
An argument that one board member is really holding onto is the fact that even if we were a new build, the stairs aren't high enough to require a safety rail by code, so why should the HOA be responsible for something that is even required by code?
Also to further complicate this issue, the HOA has paid for handrails to be installed in the past and recently had to pay again to replace a rail that was just a hatch job and failed. This was under a different board President and she did whatever she wanted, she never consulted the board about things like this and I think it's because she knew it wouldn't pass but she did it anyway.
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Working hard to keep this short but I need a gut check. Our board recently voted to allow owners to install handrails but only at their cost. I'm not sure how I feel about this so I was curious how other communities have handled this.
The HOA attorney previously said we should allow the handrails (obviously, I mean we aren't monsters that wish injury on our neighbors) but his advice was ambiguous on who should actually pay. He basically said, we own the stairs and it's our responsibility to keep them safe, which I get but does the HOA have to pay for that? I haven't reached back out to the attorney for clarification yet. The rest of the board is worried about what precedent paying for the railing sets and realistically, the community is underfunded and we should be saving every penny to pay for deferred maintenance.
An argument that one board member is really holding onto is the fact that even if we were a new build, the stairs aren't high enough to require a safety rail by code, so why should the HOA be responsible for something that is even required by code?
Also to further complicate this issue, the HOA has paid for handrails to be installed in the past and recently had to pay again to replace a rail that was just a hatch job and failed. This was under a different board President and she did whatever she wanted, she never consulted the board about things like this and I think it's because she knew it wouldn't pass but she did it anyway.
2023.06.03 06:37 PlentyPristine0203 I'm breaking apart
I just need someone to comfort me and tell me that I made the right decision to walk away from a situationship. I just need someone to tell me it's going to be okay, that I'll be happy, and the right person for me is just around the corner.
I have been anxious since I found out that the person I like and the person I invested time and effort in is currently seeing someone he met on Hinge. I kept imagining they are always together, doing all the things I imagined for us to be doing. But he doesn't like me back. He only sees me as a friend he casually talks to when he's bored. That's what hurts the most.
I can't help but ask what have I done wrong for me to suffer from one heartbreak to another heartbreak. I met someone I loved before but he blindsided me, then I met another one I thought I'm going to marry but the breakup was so traumatic. Then when I took a break and tried to recover from it, here we go again, another heartbreak again. Nothing seems to be working for me and I only dream of building a family, creating a better version of me to become the best wife and possibly, mother.
Why do I even have to meet these people only for them to leave me? And when they leave me or start pulling away, they will meet someone new, which made them easier to dump or leace me behind. While here I am, crying over them, thinking how I can mend a brokenheart. I was there with them, but at my lowest, they were nowhere and were having a great time with somebody else.
Can I ever be happy? Will I ever meet the person who will never leave and stick with me until we grow old? I'm sick of having anxious thoughts. I'm tired of getting my heart broken. I wish the pain I'm feeling right now will be gone soon. I wish the person who made me feel this way isn't happy (but I'm sure he is happy as he is spending his night with the girl). I wish they can feel at least half of my pain. It's so unfair that I was always the one hurting. I know it's my fault to fall in love with someone who, apparently, doesn't see my worth.
When will I be happy? I need someone to talk to. :(
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I have been anxious since I found out that the person I like and the person I invested time and effort in is currently seeing someone he met on Hinge. I kept imagining they are always together, doing all the things I imagined for us to be doing. But he doesn't like me back. He only sees me as a friend he casually talks to when he's bored. That's what hurts the most.
I can't help but ask what have I done wrong for me to suffer from one heartbreak to another heartbreak. I met someone I loved before but he blindsided me, then I met another one I thought I'm going to marry but the breakup was so traumatic. Then when I took a break and tried to recover from it, here we go again, another heartbreak again. Nothing seems to be working for me and I only dream of building a family, creating a better version of me to become the best wife and possibly, mother.
Why do I even have to meet these people only for them to leave me? And when they leave me or start pulling away, they will meet someone new, which made them easier to dump or leace me behind. While here I am, crying over them, thinking how I can mend a brokenheart. I was there with them, but at my lowest, they were nowhere and were having a great time with somebody else.
Can I ever be happy? Will I ever meet the person who will never leave and stick with me until we grow old? I'm sick of having anxious thoughts. I'm tired of getting my heart broken. I wish the pain I'm feeling right now will be gone soon. I wish the person who made me feel this way isn't happy (but I'm sure he is happy as he is spending his night with the girl). I wish they can feel at least half of my pain. It's so unfair that I was always the one hurting. I know it's my fault to fall in love with someone who, apparently, doesn't see my worth.
When will I be happy? I need someone to talk to. :(
2023.06.03 06:37 alfombrasucia How does Google Podcasts work?
Specifically, does Google scan the web for RSS feeds on other platforms and add them to their own library? Or, does one have to submit it manually every time? I ask because my podcast RSS feed is hosted by SoundCloud, I manually submitted the RSS feed to Spotify and Apple Podcasts and was accepted, however I never submitted it to Google Podcasts, yet it is there anyways and I'm not sure how. (not that its really a problem)
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