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Cards Against Humanity is the Apples to Apples for horrible people. Come share your depraved card combinations and additions to the game.
I had a tooth removed on the 22nd due to mild discomfopain. After first day the extraction site developed a liver clot and I didn't want to go back in with possibly ending up with dry socket if they pulled it out. So I lived with it for about a week until it formed an actual clot (With the white stuff). I recently went back in due to low level pain and light yellowish pus like liquid seeping out of the extraction site. They gave me a z-pack and told me to rinse my mouth with a salt water solution 3 times a day. So far i have and it at some point a small sack developed inside the extraction site. Is it normal for that to happen? Like is the salt water solution drawing out the infection from inside the site?
As the title says, Gold generation is very limited in the game outside of selling items. Gold shrine is basically useless in t4, not sure why that doesnt scale with the world tier, seeing 80-200 gold dropping while killing the mob is dropping upwards of 5k.
ALSO why does me completing a tier 50 Nightmare reward me with 5k gold, this needs a severe buff. Im so invested into an item that is near BiS that is costing me upwards of 3m PER ROLL.
Sorry if this is a N00b question but how do y’all manage to keep distilled water on hand? I have a rather demanding job and I live in a smaller city where there aren’t 24 hour stores (or none near me that would sell distilled water). I ran out of distilled water the day before yesterday and have just used tap water. Our tap water is supposed to be famously good - hot water heaters last longer than expected etc - but even so, I saw residue in my tank today and now I’m all worried I’m ruining my CPAP. Right now my best plan on how to deal with this is to order a Target delivery to drop off some water while I’m at work, and I need to think of some other stuff to buy to make the Target order worth it. Should I just regularly keep an emergency gallon(s)?
Just gonna start by saying I’ve seen my cardiologist about this already and they said there’s nothing alarming as of now.
It’s been one year since I (f22) got my 4th pacemaker and in the last 4ish months it has shifted down quite a bit to my breast and where it originally was (near my collarbone) I can feel a wire right under the surface which is new for me. I’ve been having quite a lot of mild pain in the last 3 weeks in the area where I feel the wire and it’s very tender to touch. Just wondering if anyone else has experienced this and if the pain will ease soon? I’ve never had pain like this so long after implant, nor have I felt a wire so close to my skin.
I love buying vintage designer clothing and bags from online consignment stores. While I have scored some really nice pieces for a good price, sometimes these items come with a musky smell that just screams “vintage” if you know what I mean.
I recently bought this new to me wool cape from The Real Real. It had a very overpowering musky smell. I tried spraying isopropyl alcohol, white vinegar, Glen 20 disinfectant, and steaming it with a garment steamer. It resulted in a very strange mix of various smells.
Today the weather was pretty good and I decided to leave the coat in the sun for just a few hours, rotating different sides every 2 hours or so.
Boom! Now it is left with a very faint smell of my Glen 20, but a lot more pleasant.
While I was at it I also give it a go with my 90s leather tote. I had tried many things before: baking soda, activated charcoal, cleaning the fabric liner. I had left it out in the sun for a day before but still it couldn’t get rid of the smell completely. Last night I sprayed the interior and exterior of the bag with vinegar. After it dried I put it outside in the sun again along with the cape. I know UV could damage leather so I immediately leather conditioner after.
Now my bag is the closest to being musky smell free!
If you don’t want to spend money on professional cleaning for stuff you’ve thrifted. Give the sun a go!
I could stay in the city and keep doing my routines here.
The apartment costs quite a bit and is wasted money somewhat (sunk rent) however it is a very comfortable place.
I also have a nice group of friends at a place where I volunteer.
Other than that though I feel really restricted with the 'it's all over' rhetoric and avoiding nearly everything social and people in general. Other than the volunteering which is outside I don't see the point being in the city now as the main reasons I lived in cities was for thriving social scenes and feel living in the country would be much better now.
Moving house is always a big thing at the best of times but now I am lumbered with this chronic illness I just want to curl up into my shell at the thought of it.
I had been planning to buy a van so I can try living in it see how it works out while still in the city then make my way to my mother's who is in the country. My mother is very supportive however she is not cv cautious now which is why I said I would live out of a van, rather than in the house, on her driveway until we found somewhere more suitable for me to park it. She said she thinks it is extreme however is supporting me in this because she wants to help me through it and get me down there.
I am capable psychically to do most stuff so certainly can say I am on the milder side of this disease I just have a constant feeling of being poisoned generally, body pains, inflammation (brain GI issues post nasal drip) and suchlike.
So the end goal seems like a good choice, to get into the country to live a quieter and slower life however the getting from A to B is daunting. I am just running through the bad case scenarios and how having a vehicle will be a big commitment, what if I don't like it and then have to sell it so I will have to interact with people and so on.
stopped by a store near me and they are all out of 75% off stuff... like they have completely turned the 75% off area into another 50% off table because they have nothing left 😬
is this common? it's only day 4 of the sale 👀 feels way too early to be completely sold out. i was there day 1 and 75% off was full of saltwater breeze, emerald mist, amethyst waves, hello beautiful, and moonlight path. not an older item in sight, so i assumed they were trying to clear out these "core" scents before they started putting out old christmas/random stuff. now i'm wondering how they could have absolutely nothing left already. has anyone else run into this?
I had been contacted by the magistrate to investigate a night wedding in the countryside that had involved the loss of human life. There seemed to be a recent rise in tourists involved in ghost dowries
over the years. However, from my research I believe it was a man in search of night weddings for personal gain that was the cause of so many deaths.
When I received the request, I was nearby on Green Island, and addressing a rather unique matter even for my line of work. A little girl from the mainland had arrived two weeks prior and claimed to be the recently deceased husband of the grieving widow.
The child claimed to have woken up in the hospital where the doctors informed them that they had drowned and was clinically dead for 4 minutes when the body inexplicably sat upright in the gurney. This would have seemed to be great news, except when the child looked into the mirror, it was not their face staring back at them.
In old Taoist texts I have read of such events, where the bodies of the recently deceased are not put to ground quickly enough, and their souls are left to wander. They could get carried away by the Northeast or Southwest wind. Depending on the location from where they died. And possibly attach to an empty host.
This seemed to be the case, as the wife acknowledged that due to the wet season, they did not bury her husband's body right away. Because the grounds were so wet, that any graves would wash away, leaving corpses laying in the street. Still, I had the responsibility of testing the child. Whom passed a simple test of naming names. Where they used to live. The wife's habits. A conversation they recently had, and even childhood memories. All were confirmed by friends and family. But it would be the child's handwriting that ultimately convinced me. They were a perfect match, down to the signature.
Upon my approval, the villagers had no choice but to accept that this child was indeed the man come back to life. And when I left, he was sitting outside of his house cleaning fish as he had always done for 32 years, except now in the body of a 10 year old girl.
I didn't have much time to dwell on this case as I was needed at the aftermath of the failed night wedding. Ghost dowries have been in use for thousands of years, and traces of it can be found in many different cultures. From the Aztec to the Egyptians, and more recently from old Spain to the streets of Southeast Asia. Though in recent times, only a few remote places continued the practice, and there are a limited number of priests today who are qualified enough to handle such a case. Luckily, I had plenty of experience in this matter.
In my early years, I had married many ghost brides.
And was often asked, "But you're a priest, how can you get married?"
"Zhengyi Taoist priests can choose to take a wife or not. In fact, in order to pass on my Celestial title, I must have an heir."
The man looked distraught, "And you're sure this will stop her from whispering into my ear every night?" He clutched the bag rather tightly.
"Don't you worry," I took the bag from his hands. "Everything will be fine."
We would perform the customary vows and the following night the man reported no more whisperings from his daughter, yet a week later, the police raided my hotel in a different district. The man had claimed that I had swindled him. That his daughter had returned and continued her whispering of terrible, horrible things that he dare not listen. Clanking and banging away in the walls as he covered his ears in fear until sunrise.
Fortunately, I was allowed to prove my innocence.
I returned and stayed in the man's room, waiting with him for signs of his daughter. And surely enough, late in the hour, I heard the wretched scraping and dragging in the walls. The man stopped breathing in his bed and laid perfectly still. Even I was afraid to move as the most dangerous aspects of my job are in the unknown. My mind began racing, wondering if I had somehow botched the night wedding. Or worse, that the ghost bride wasn't his daughter at all, and I had inadvertently given this mysterious entity a special anchor to this world, a holy man.
The walls shook without reason. And a tiny noise could be heard near the man's bedside. He jumped off his mattress and ran to my side. The two of us watched as the noise traveled back and forth against the back wall like wooden clogs.
"My daughter did always carry around a rattle drum when she was little," the man whispered.
"Hush, don't let it capture your breath," I warned him. "Whatever this is, I don't believe it is your daughter. And because of the ritual, we may have increased its hold on this realm."
He whimpered, "Not my daughter?"
I held up my finger and traced the noise as it traveled in an odd form. I began to wonder if the entity was creating some sort of symbol.
"What are you drawing," the man cried.
"It may be creating a portal," I told him. "Now hush before it turns its attention toward us."
"Please, there must be something you can do?"
I reached into my bag and pulled out some incense. I lit the ends and began chanting. From my waist I pulled out a long yellow parchment. And drew on it a sealing spell. "Spirit," I called as I stepped forward. "I am a guiding light." The noise rattled with conviction as I drew closer. "Let me lead you to peace!" And with one quick motion I punched my hand into the wall, clutching the sealing spell in my palm, at the last place I heard the noise. To my displeasure I felt something wriggling in my grasp as something long and thin wrapped itself around my wrist, its end clawing at my forearm. I screamed when I felt its teeth sink between the soft flesh of my thumb and index finger. But I did not let go. Instead I pulled out this demon from the wall and threw it roughly to the ground.
The man screamed as he jumped onto a chair and screamed, "Rat!"
Yes. A simple field rat. That had a trap stuck on its tail which caused its movements to rattle in the wall. That had been rummaging near the man's nightstand because in one of the drawers he had left a bag of watermelon seeds.
Not all cases are this simple, and plenty are true to life supernatural encounters. Over the years my experience has taught me to be more cautious in my evaluations. Which was why when I finally arrived at the house of the massacre due to a failed night wedding. Every hair on my neck stood on end as I tried to be objective as possible.
But there was no denying that something heinous had occurred here. Bodies were still laying on the floor. Some with their faces in the dirt. Some missing their heads completely. And those with their faces up, were unrecognizable. And my first wife leaned into my ear and whispered to me, "This is the work of a ghost bride."
"How do you know?"
"I recognize her anger. It was mine before we were married."
"How do I know what?" A man walking toward me asked. "Are you the priest they called out here?"
He was average built, and in plain clothes, "Detective, why yes. I am here to assist you in anyway that I can."
The detective spit on the ground, "Assist me? As far as I'm concerned we're wasting valuable time carrying on with this hocus pocus bullshit. The killer's trail will be cold by the time we get through all this religious tape." He wafted the air in front of his face, "And the dead bodies boiling out here. This is all your fault as far as I'm concerned. Assist me," he snorted.
"Where there any eyewitnesses, Detective?"
"Several. But they're all saying the same damn thing. Spouting a bunch of nonsense. Which is why those religious nuts down at the station dredged you up."
"All non-relatives to the home owners?"
He snorted again, "Coincidence."
"Let us hope so," I told him. "Because the alternative is much worse." I walked the scene, going around the upturned tables, tracing the steps of carnage in the courtyard, to the main living room. There I saw the body of an old man, both hands clutching his chest, his face was completely missing. "Any surviving family members?"
"Some are still left," he grunted. "But we've gathered most of them under police protection."
"Have you located the husband?"
"Yeah, we're trying to extradite him."
"The foreigner took off in the middle of all the commotion. Boarded a flight back home according to our investigation. We've contacted the airline, and the airport security in America will hold him when he lands. As he is currently my number one suspect."
I circled the area in front of the shrine. Noting the spilled bowl and its contents on the ground. The position of the spoon next to it. Before standing in the spot on the left side where the effigy would have stood. "What about the bride?"
The detective shook his head, "What bride?"
"It was a night wedding," I told him. "There must have been a physical object acting as a stand in for the daughter's soul."
"Nothing more than bags of cotton usually," he paused. "But they did report that the stand-in this time was some sort of department figurine. A mannequin of some sort."
"Have you looked into that?"
"Why would I look into that. Are you crazy?"
"Right, you're right of course. You'd have to wait until after sunset to be able to figure out which mannequin serves as the ghost bride's earthly form."
The detective stormed off as if I had said something outlandish. Leaving me to my own devices, I interviewed a few of the neighbors who had attend the night wedding, gathered some evidence and sorted with the other officers at the site, and then left for the nearest hotel in the city.
It had been a long month for me and I couldn't think of anything better than I would enjoy more than a cold beer. So after checking in I went down to the bar, where an ethereal creature sat alone. She was beautiful to say the least and I had to strike up a conversation lest I live a life of regret, "S'il te plaît ma chérie, dis-moi comment on t'appelle pour que quand je sois perdu dans les ténèbres. Puis-je demander la lumière."
"Oh, American. I apologize. I thought you were French."
"On my mother's side," she brushed away her hair.
I noticed the ring, "Ah, you are married. My sincerest apologies miss."
"Newly married," she told me. "My husband speaking with the concierge."
"Activities on vacation," I mused. "How wonderful."
"It's nothing like that. It seems someone has left him a note. And we're technically on our honeymoon." She paused, "Though this isn't where we're supposed to be. We're supposed to be in Hawaii."
I ordered a beer with the bartender and sipped my drink, "Hawaii is wonderful, but this is also a beautiful island. In fact, when the Portuguese came here, they named it Formosa. Which translates to beautiful island. It may not be where you're supposed to be, but perhaps you'll find that this is exactly where you need to be."
The woman sighed, "I don't even know anymore."
"Ah, I know what this is. I've great experience in these matters. Having been married many times. You feel doubt."
She laughed, "How many times have you gotten a divorce?"
"Divorce?" I laughed. "I never leave a woman after we have been wed."
She looked taken aback, "Oh. I didn't know polygamy was so common in these parts." She glanced behind her to where a tall man was standing with what looked to be the hotel's concierge. "I guess we're in the same boat."
"It's not what you think," I told her.
"Where have I heard that one before," she rolled her eyes.
"Larissa!" The man called for her.
She stood up, "Well, it was nice meeting you. Tell your wives I said hello."
I smiled as she left, glancing at my sides. "If only you knew," I said while sipping my beer.
Now in hindsight, if I were not so fatigued after nearly a month of hard work and constant traveling. I would have perhaps picked up on the fact that she too was familiar with the concubine lifestyle. Which was unusual in itself for an American. Or perhaps I would have picked up on the fact that Larissa was an uncommon name. As I had read Jim's article. But there was no such luck, which is why, when I say that I am deeply regretful of what I read on the news later about the couple, I am truly at a loss for what I could have prevented. But that is not my story to tell.
After I finished drinking at the bar I made my way to the elevator and got in. When a man came towards me to hold the door, I called out, "It's full." He looked at me bewildered as I was the only person he could see in the elevator, before sticking his hand out to stop the doors from closing. Huffing and puffing as he glared at me angrily before pressing his floor number. Except the elevator pinged. The weight capacity light had turned on above our heads. "Like I said, it's full." The man shook his head in amazement. Pressing his floor number again. The elevator pinged again. Unwilling to budge. I sighed and got out, "I'll wait for the next one."
And wait I did, even in my room I waited for night fall instead of resting. The thoughts of a botched night wedding swirling in my head. For the many things that could go wrong. Because even though I had much practice in these matters, I was still always nervous before a fight. So when night fell, I was red eyed and exhausted, but better mentally prepared than before.
But when I arrived back at the scene of the crime, I was not prepared for all of the commotion.
"Ka-kin-eh Ka-kin-eh," a man shouted as the fire blazed.
I grabbed one of the men running by with an empty bucket, "What happened here?"
"T-the villagers, they set the p-place on fire. Trying to rid the evil demon."
I let him go and shook my head. The fools! I made my way toward the courtyard where I saw the detective from earlier moping his forehead as he was helping put out the fire. "Detective! This is terrible," I yelled as the flames licked the night.
"No shit dumbass, it's a fire."
"You don't understand," I told him. "Now the entity has nowhere to return. We may never find it."
He threw the bucket to the floor and whirled around, "Enough! I've had enough! Listen here, there is a fire. F-I-R-E. This a real problem. If it catches to the fields, it could light the newly laid fertilizer on fire and catch the entire mountain!"
That was the only word I had to say before he punched me. It was a dark night out, but stars had suddenly appeared. He hovered over me and I thought he would strike me again but then suddenly he froze. "What is that?"
I turned my head and looked out into the field. The heat of the fire burning the back of my head as I tried to stop my nose from bleeding. "Where?"
Neither one of us moved as we watched the tall field.
"Right there." He pointed.
I reached up and threw his hand down, "No! You never point at entities," I told him. "Now you could be marked!"
He ignored me and reached for his gun, "Stop! Hey you! I order you to stop or I'll shoot!"
I looked into the field, scanning the endless rows before my eyes stopped and froze in horror. At one point in time the thing must have been a simple plastic mannequin. Standing in a department store perhaps. But now, it was twisted and gnarled. It's first dirty and unrecognizable. It stood on all fours sometimes threes as it swayed slowly back and forth. The thing was also without form because it didn't need to bend or move as normal people. It was still objectively, plastic. It swung its arms behind it and used that as leverage to run, turning its head - cracking the seams that had somehow still held and took off.
The detective rung a shot out at it. I think it struck but it didn't matter. Though the mannequin was gone. The detective must have lost his mind because he gave chase.
I couldn't let him go alone so I followed. Pulling out my long yellow parchment as I wrote on it the symbols for sealing, hoping the simple spell would work. As we entered the tall field.
It was chaos. The ground was mushy beneath my feet, and the smell of fecal matter assaulted my senses further. In the brush I had lost the detective, so I was forced to tell my wives to help me locate his whereabouts. They didn't often leave my side, and some were reluctant but ultimately agreed.
I stood in the field, waiting with bated breath as I heard further gunshots in the distance. I couldn't wait for my wives to gather as I tore after the detective. And just in time as I saw him standing, looking absolutely terrified as he shot blindly into the fauna until his pistol clicked. The mannequin lunged for him. But I got there first. Pushing him to the ground, causing both of us to tumble.
He was eating a mouth of dirt as I pulled him to his feet. "We have to get out of this field! The ghost bride will pick us off in this thicket!"
Stumbling, and running, the two of us were covered in more than dirt. Several times we heard rustling nearby as if something were running alongside us. But eventually we made it out into the open plain. The detective trying to catch his breath as he reloaded his pistol.
"Shooting it doesn't work," he panted. "But maybe I can disable it from moving."
"Shut up," I told him. "Listen."
He stopped for a moment and we waited. Then all of the stalks before us shook wildly as if a hundred people were running through it. The detective raised his arm but I stopped him as my wives ran out of the field.
They were terrified as they ran right through us.
I hadn't experienced the feeling in awhile but the coldness as their ghostly forms went through our bodies was cold as ice. It was enough to bring us both to our knees, clutching our chests as we struggled to breathe. I had passed through one or two in a row before. But never 10 or 20 at a time. I lost count.
"What was that," the detective managed to gasp, his fingers in a death grip around his gun.
"A blue procession," I told him. "Something caused all of my dead wives to flee."
We looked up as the leaves in front of us rustled.
I shook my head, running forward to catch her. My 13th wife, Ah-ren. Her arm was missing, and a part of her shoulder. She was an innocent girl that had drowned when she was alive. Her innocence carried on with her to the afterlife where many souls generally grew up embittered. But never her, always sweet my girl, just weary of water.
"I didn't want to go," she told me.
"I know," I held her. "I'm sorry."
"It got some of the others too. But Meita got in its way and told me to run." She cried.
"Don't cry I told her. You know how you hate getting wet."
"I don't want to go. I wanted to stay with you. All of us together."
I watched as her soul splintered and disappeared forever.
I had never felt such fury. In all my years, a womanizer, a liar, a cheat at cards, a scoundrel, a bastard even. But an undutiful husband? Never.
Without thinking I approached the field and cast a spell that was been forbidden.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm purging the field. All beings alive or dead will forever feel displaced when they enter here. A feeling of unending dread and doom will overcome them, causing madness if they do not leave or are unable to. But I have no other choice." I reached into my side and threw a handful of salt. It landed on the ground as I chanted. The winds carrying it into the field, the small white morsels rolling obediently into the darkness.
"Nothings happening," the detective's word stuck in his mouth as a horrible scream echoed into the night. It sounded like two pieces of steel being twisted together.
"There," I took off after it. The jumbled figure of the mannequin fled toward the village.
We followed it through people's homes, and between alleyways; the villagers screamed and fled when they saw it. We barged through home after home as we chased it. Until we cornered it at an abandoned building at the edge of town.
"It was supposed to be a mall," the detective told me. "But the developers ran out of money."
We walked quietly into the empty building. Shells of stores stood in various degrees of construction. Checking a few of the fronts before venturing further inside.
"You've got to be kidding me," the detective said as we came near the center of the complex. There next to the escalators and the fountains was an army of mannequins of all shapes and sizes lined up like terracotta warriors. "They must have stashed them all here when the place was being built, and forgot about them when it closed."
"There are hundreds."
"We'll go through together. Quickly and quietly." He added, "Stay alert."
We moved through the rows, staring at all of the stuck faces, searching for one covered in grime and bullet holes. But it was more difficult than it sounded. Many of the mannequins were in bad shape, weathered, broken, laying in pieces on the ground. It was hard to tell if a pile of parts was indeed our culprit.
Slowly we began to clear the rows and I could see the other side in sight.
"There!" The detective shot his gun. The surrounding mannequins dropped like dominoes when the entity scattered. Falling down all around us, drowning in a sea of plastic arms and smiling faces. I was struggling to stand as I looked up and saw the entity come rushing toward us. The detective fired his gun blowing out a knee cap. I hurriedly reached for my parchment but could not find my pen. Another shot, but the scorned bride kept on charging unable to feel pain.
It jumped into the air and another shot blew a part of its face away. The detective screamed as it tore at him. Pieces of his sinew was launched into the air as he was torn apart. I rushed forward trying to help but the creature grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. My feet searching for the ground as my lungs folded trying to breathe. The thing turned its head toward me and said, "Will you marry me?" As the darkness closed into the corners of my eyes.
The fight was leaving my body as I saw several of my wives rushing forward. Their ghostly forms ethereal as they began tearing at the mannequin, slowly pulling out pieces of her soul, causing the mannequins arms and legs to go limp as they dragged her out.
I scrambled the floor blindly with my fingers searching for my sacred parchment but could not find it amongst the rubble and the ghost bride was fleeing, leaving the shell of her mannequin in a heap on the floor. My wives chasing her, screaming their fury for killing the others. For destroying their souls.
I chased after them into the open air, where she was being cornered. Crying as I approached, trying to escape into the Southwest wind. I knew what I should have done, but could not bring myself to do the right thing. Instead I bit my finger and drew symbols on my forearms with my own blood. Approaching the bride that never was and tore her soul into pieces.
When I was done my wives sat down around me before slowly dispersing as the sun began to rise.
"We did it huh?"
I continued staring at the sun, "Yeah."
"Well then," the detective said before disappearing. "Maybe in the next life I'll be sooner to trust you."
Later they would find his body in the abandoned mall. Still clutching his gun. The department gave him a 21 gun salute at his funeral and a medal as commemoration. I was just glad that his soul had not been eaten.
I, on the other hand, went back to the hotel. To the bar and ordered a well deserved drink. Where I saw a pretty woman sitting alone, "Did you know that in order for me to pass on my Celestial title, I must bear an heir?"
My girlfriend and I have been together for nearly two years. I think she’s an amazing human being. Since very early on, we've had numerous conversations about marriage, and in recent months I've even discussed the matter with her parents. Everything seemed to be progressing smoothly, except for the fact that she struggles with stable employment. Despite my love for her, I am hesitant to commit to marriage until I see her thriving in her career.
A little over a month ago, she decided to leave corporate America. I personally feel like she takes constructive criticism too harshly and I’ve noticed a trend of it. For context: she was laid off from one job January 2022 (not her fault), left another in March because of a rude boss, and then left another right around November (was late to zoom meetings due to sleeping on the clock). All DEI roles.
She also talks about how little impact DEI departments make (which is sort of obvious to me). My thing is, at the end of the day a job is a job (as long as you aren’t flat out miserable). Figure out ways/methods to make more of an impact if that’s what you desire. But don’t derail our plans/goals by quitting without another job lined up. And then, put more pressure on me to make these things happen (a ring and a home).
Now, she's back in school studying a trade—specifically esthetics and skincare. This is something that she's always been passionate about, despite recognizing its saturation. It's encouraging to see her pursuing something she loves. I love seeing her face light up when she talks about skincare.
But realistically the chances of her becoming this booming 100k+ earning esthetician that she wants to be seems unrealistic. She’s one of the only people I’ve ever encountered that’s more introverted than I am. And I have yet to really see her display work ethic outside of her acing the quizzes/exams in her current program. A teacher of hers told her herself that only 5 out of 20 people in her cohort (she attended the same school) continue to work in esthetics/skincare today.
Since quitting her job to go back to school I feel like she's been putting more pressure on me for an engagement ring. From my perspective, it takes at least two years to genuinely get to know someone. I'm also her first serious partner, and something I feel like her expectations are a bit unrealistic.
And sometimes her decision-making often seems driven more by emotion than logical reasoning. For instance, she admitted to regretting how she handled her exit from her previous job—a decision I had cautioned her against. I don't mind being the higher earner, but I'm not comfortable with the idea of a single-income household. It places an excessive amount of pressure on me.
Our economic situation further fuels my worries. We're currently living in a challenging time—recession—and I'm witnessing tech layoffs, which is particularly concerning since I work in tech. This is all a tricky situation, if anyone could provide some insight. Thank you
I've got a fairly new account so I wouldn't expect the greatest engagement, but as of lately the likes on my post have gone down and my reels arent getting nearly as much exposure. Might be a me problem though. Any help would be appreciated, thanks!
I know personally that getting away from an abuser is difficult in itself, but the aftermath is also difficult to get through.
I personally have never felt like myself again, the person I was before I was with him and I have a feeling that I'll never be able to go back to being that person, but maybe that's for the best. I've had difficulty accepting that. I haven't been able to get back into any of my old hobbies no matter how hard I try. A lot of my hobbies were attacked by him and he would basically insult what I was doing, so eventually I just dropped them. I don't paint, write, or draw really anymore. I also used to be really into singing, never really for an audience or anything like that, but for myself because it made me happy to do it. All of it just immediately starts making me feel like shit and I feel so unmotivated to even try. Even getting into new hobbies is difficult because I just have the lingering insecurity that I'm wasting my time and not going to be good at it anyways.
There's the other factors as well. Flinching whenever someone moves too quickly near me. Immediately thinking I'm going to get hurt for simple fuck ups even though I know logically the people around me wouldn't do that. Having full on panic attacks when touched in ways such as my SO grabbing my chin. Even though its gentle and meant to be romantic. Going into PTSD episodes when certain phrases are used or situations happen. Refusing to meet with my current SO's family or friends because I have the lingering fear that they hate me because they must have already heard bad things about me. Feeling like I can't say no and shutting down during the act; its rare that this happens or I feel these ways now mainly because I'm in a healthy relationship and I have been reassured consistently that my input matters and that communication is key instead of being told that what I have to say doesn't matter or I'm "overreacting". Shutting down completely during an argument even if there's no yelling, the stress and fear of confrontation just gets me to that point. Having the constant fear whenever my SO starts talking to a girl that he's going to cheat or leave me for them.
Its been 3 nearly 4 years since I moved away from my abuser and even with being across the country from him the healing process is taking a long time. Perhaps healing would have been a bit faster if I had gone to therapy. Everything is getting better with time and with the healthy environment I am in now. Everything gets better after a while even if it doesn't seem like it at first. Getting into a healthier environment and getting away from the toxicity is the first step towards healing from it all. It will get better even if it doesn't seem like it at first. You just need time, a good support system, and to understand that it wasn't your fault. Self blame was another hurdle that I had to get over and it felt liberating to finally realize it wasn't my fault and that what we had wasn't normal or healthy in any way.
My Mom and Dad built a house in Bangalore with majority of their life savings for retirement income, unfortunately tenant took complete advantage of their lenience and lived rent free for almost two years evading repeated requests to vacate the property, during this process lost my dad, that made even more difficult to deal with the tenant, finally hired a lawyer and paid multiple people along the way to throw them out. The amount of stress we had to go through during this process is unimaginable, especially while I am outside the country and mom being alone. We also lost so much money during this process and the property is completely trashed, need another 2 to 3 lakhs to bring it back to shape. All this process made me decide not to rent the property again. Mom lives in our native village, farm income and postal savings interest is plenty enough for her needs.
We do not want to sell the house as it has sentimental value and do not want to deal with tenants anymore, I value peace of mind more. I usually visit India 3 to 4 weeks a year. What is the best way to keep house maintenance going? Google search indicates most of the property management companies help to rent out but not just manage it with periodic cleaning, repairs etc. House is near Sahakar Nagar, towards Vidhyaranypura, it is independent house, ground floor is still occupied by tenant, upstairs is duplex, 4BHK. Looking for some suggestions to better manage the house.
I 30M have been with my fiance (30f) for nearly 2 years and I lover her dearly. I was planning on spending the rest of my life with her. Recently we hit a rough spot, things were distant and things were odd. I took the unhealthy step of going through her phone. It seems see has been sending frequent nudes to her brother, which she is close with. Some of these pictures are the same ones she's sent me. I feel sick.
Is there anyway to save this? Is it worth saving? How can I even bring this up?
I feel like I have to walk away bit I don't know even how to bring this nightmare up... She's hot, and I love her, I had not plans on leaving until this, but now I don't know which way is up.
I've been at this for HOURS of playtime and I'm nearing the end of my patience. The FW campaign is active so I'm parked in Deneb trying to piss off the Pug to get an Arfecta. I can sit idle and my fleet kills HUNDREDS of Pug ships... when I talk to the planets, they don't demand more bribe money (meaning that my rep isn't tanking).
If I cap a ship they demand $1000 more… but if I leave the system to sell the cap'd ships the planets demand less bribe money than when I left, showing that my rep is somehow automatically improving with them over time. I've got some 150 cap'd Pug ships in syndicate space and managed to get the planet bounties from 399K to 500K, but I'm looking at having to do this for approximately another TEN HOURS at this rate to get my rep low enough that they'll demand a million credit bribe. That's an unacceptable grind.
Is this normal game behavior? Is my game fudged somehow? Should I just edit my Pug rep in my save file - and if so, to what?
I know Pug don't like Pirates - could the fact that I've killed thousands of pirate ships and get tribute from all pirate planets be causing the Pug to automatically hate me less over time?
It felt so strange writing that title.
I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do.
We've been in our relationship for (nearly) 10 years. We were each others first and only partners and relationship. We've recently moved to a foreign country for a year travelling. I mention this because it adds to the complexity. She has no friends here and no support network.
I'm not sure what to do, or how to do it. I'm questioning whether I should break up with my girlfriend. Yes, we aren't married.
Firstly - I love her so, so much. Seriously, I love her to bits. When I see her she makes me happy, when we hang out it makes me happy, she does barely anything wrong to irritate me, she is kind, compassionate and caring. We do cute things all the time and we both love it. She has adopted my hobbies and interests and we share so many fun things now. She understands me like no one else does, and on certain 'big' topics, we do align. (In particular, no desire for children).
But there *are* big topics, things that we've both kind of swept under the rug and ignored, that we don't align on.
One in particular is marriage. For whatever reason, I am uncomfortable with the idea of marriage. I've said this for most of our relationship, so I've been honest, but I have said that maybe one day it will change. It hasn't. She wants to get married. I do not. I have not changed my mind on that, and I have told her that.
The other is a desire to experience other things physically, sexually. She doesn't really care about 'missing out', whereas I do. She needs an emotional connectionto desire a sexual relation, and I do not. We've spent the past few weeks with a relationship counseller to discuss this very topic, and it has been very difficult, but very eye-opening. We wanted to approach this problem with care and delicacy so we decided to seek out a professional and have taken their advice. We have experimented with certain things (under the guidance of the professional) that made her uncomfortable and hurt. I do not want that to continue.
Thirdly, I think sadly the attraction element is sometimes a bit lacking. I often see her and think wow, what a beautiful girl, I'm so incredibly lucky. But then I often don't.
I've also had messages, over the years and even recently, from friends and family who say things like "are you sure you and Kaylie are compatible? you seem more like loving companions/friends, where she seems to love you madly...", and things like that. I am not very loving in public but extremely loving and 'cutesy' in private, so I can see why people may think that, but still, it has me doubt my relationship.
I sometimes feel that I would like new experiences, a new chapter, to experiment with different types of relationships and people, to see if I can be even happier. But I don't know if that's just normal.
Also - I think I want to stay in this country, find a job, make a new life. She probably doesn't. She wants to move back to our small town and her social network.
Lastly, I very strongly believe that she deserves someone who ticks every single box for her, no compromise. I believe she deserves someone who will not make her feel less than the most special person in the world. She is certainly the most special person in the world to me, but my actions might not make her feel like that. It hurts to think that. But I also shouldn't put aside what I want or feel for the sake of that loyalty.
We both know about these mis-alignments, but on the day-to-day basis our life and relationship is so good, its easy to just sweep it under the rug, to think about it another time. I can easily forget the bigger picture when we're together and so loving and so can she. Why think about all this deep marriage stuff, when we can just enjoy the moment? and so on. But is that the right thing to do? I've tried over the years to break up a few times, but failed massively after regretting it very quickly. But yet these feeling return, and return.
I don't know what to do. I love her so much. If I was to break up with her that would be incredibly devastating for her, not least becase we ARE in a foreign country a long, long way from home and she'd feel incredibly isolated. It would also begin the no doubt long and horrible period of grief for me, too. I know that isn't a reason to not do something but it really fucking adds to the dread, the anxiety, the doubt and fear I have in hurting someone I love so so much.