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I live in a neighbourhood in a remote area full of forests around and hidden places, which makes a good place for people to do all sort of things, its a very quiet place too. This has been happening for years, people literally dump animals here, i mean mostly big dogs, you can clearly see that the dog just got too big and isnt cute anymore, so they wanted to get rid of them, its always big dogs, they come and go. Luckily my neighbours feed them and i think its way better if they stay around than they go to a shelter, at least here they are free.
Im just on my window having a me time, i started to hear a comotion of dogs going wild which its normal here since theres a house nearby with a bunch of dogs, but this time it was loud, like loud loud. Right now i just saw 3 young but big dogs passing by and everything clicked...i fucking hate people, i wish i had an ap to the backside so i could video tape it and call the police, but the assholes only do it by the night when nobody can see them.
Its always new dogs appearing here and theres nothing we can do, and the worst is that, we dont know how much trauma they have and if they are dangerous because they are big, we have kids going around, we dont know if they will attack. Luckily most dogs are scared and dont go near people, so nothing ever happened.

My emails are out of control. My photobank is massive. I have saved and stored so much - and probably duplicated things when doing backups of old computers and transferring it all across to a new device.
Like I'm pretty tech savvy - and I used to be super on top of things like my emails. But at some point it's gotten pretty out of hand - and god what I wouldn't give for someone to go through my massive email accounts (yes, accountS) and help me cull them and unsubscribe from all the junk. Figure out which accounts I need so I can only have a couple not like 10.
I've got thousands on thousands of photos. I've got seemingly endless files that are poorly organised. Even I don't remember what logic I applied to how I sorted things.
I've managed to get my house pretty well organised and cleaned out with some help. But I work full time at a desk and doing more desk time out of hours seems so tedious and I have given up.
I feel like assistants exist - so maybe there's a job like this? But I'm also scared of letting someone go through all my stuff. Any ideas, thoughts, insight appreciated!

Repentance is a change of mind and heart that leads to a change in our action and behavior. (According to gcu.edu) Do you think we are saved by believing in Jesus which leads to repentance or do you think we repent and then have faith in Jesus? I’m not sure what the answer is completely but the Bible does say this which I would say points to believing first from what it says;
Acts 16:27-34 Worldwide English (New Testament)
27 The prison guard woke up. He saw all the prison doors open. So he took a long knife and was going to kill himself. He thought that all the prisoners had run away.
28 Paul shouted, `Stop! Do not hurt yourself. We are all here!'
29 The guard called for a light and went in quickly. He kneeled down before Paul and Silas, trembling with fear.
30 He brought them out of the prison and said, `Sirs, what must I do to be saved?'
31 They replied, `Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved. All the people in your house must do the same.'
32 They talked to him and all the people in the house. They told them the word of the Lord.
33 Paul and Silas had sores from the beating in prison. So that same hour of the night the guard washed them. Then he and all the people of his house were baptised.
34 He took Paul and Silas to his home and gave them food to eat. He and all the people in his house were very happy. They now believed in God
However this is still a question that I’ve been confused on. Please tell me what you think.

I've had this issue for a very long time and I've crossed a whole bunch off things out, so I hope some experienced people can help me.
What happens: when under load the game freezes and the audio repeats the last "frame equivalent of audio" until the screens go black and it reboots. There's no BSOD so therefore also no logs. It then reboots and seems fine. Everything else works fine, I can watch YouTube and play light games. In assetto Corsa I've noticed that after loading it runs for about a second at a good framerate before crashing.
What I've crossed out: -its not software related, I've reinstalled windows 10 multiple times the last year. -i've replaced the motherboard, helped with reliability for about a week and now the system is just as unstable as before the swap. -i've checked power connectors going to the mobo although I'm planning on taking the entire PSU out and reconnecting everything since it has extenders. -GPU, ive swapped gpu's and that hasn't helped from what I remember, not 100% sure. I also had thermal pads and paste replaced by someone with experience since it was overheating, temps have been great since then. -RAM, swapped it, system was slightly more stable but nowhere near fixed at all.
Some things I'm not sure about: -i think a CPU either works or doesn't, if this is true this can be crossed out as well. If not please let me know. -crashing seems to occur more frequently when my room is hotter, not 100% sure. Max of CPU is ~80°C under load, gpu is running cool.
Specs: CPU: AMD 3 3900X GPU: ROG STRIX 2080TI OC 11G (no oc applied) PSU: 750W from reputable brand, not known for failure as far as I know. Can't remember brand though. Mobo: gigabyte aorus B550 elite V2. Case: Nzxt h510, front panel is off for better ventilation. RAM: 2X8 vengeance running at 3600mhz, XMP off/on doesn't change system stability. (Base clock 2666 if that's relevant.)
Please help me troubleshoot, I haven't been able to push this system at all for over a year, and nothing seems to have fixed it so far. I understand this is a pretty complex issue, please let me know literally anything and I'll appreciate it. Clarification on the things I'm not sure about would be great as well!
Thanks in advance!

Peregrine the fairy has been the apprentice of his town's finest gem crafter for a little over a year now. He couldn't be happier with the position. He's always wanted to work in this field and to end up working under the finest? It was a dream come true. Not only was this his first visit to Stonewrought but he was being sent alone! His master had sent ahead with the order. He had been given the gold. All he has to do was inspect the product for quality, pretty much a formality at this point considering the dwarves' work, and then.. recover from the sale. He was happy that he was being trusted with this job but deep down he knows it's because his master didn't want to deal with that anymore. He isn't exactly young after all.
If he had been standing Peregrine would be just under a foot tall.. but he was currently sitting cross-legged on the front of the small heavily armored metal wagon that was being pushed along by the shimmer he was projecting behind it. The armoring for the jewel cart was almost pointless. Very few people want to provoke a fairy. Very few people enjoy exploding. Even going through a portal, he was still not sure how he felt about that experience, this trip had been going on for several days now. He was currently traveling up a well crafted smooth path cut deep into the mountain surface. He couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship on the bronze lanterns hanging from a pole every 20 feet or so. Nobody could top the dwarves when it came to metalwork.
A while later he came around a bend that had been obscuring his vision and finally could see the entrance to Stonewrought. A massive rectangle carved into a sheer face in the mountain. At least 100 feet tall. Even from where he was sitting he could see how elaborate the carvings were around the entryway. On either side of the entrance were statues of dwarves just as tall as the entrance itself. 2 holding rifles, 1 an ax and one raising a flagon. He had heard the story but barely remembered. Some great dwarven heroes of the past. Maybe they had something to do with that death nymph thousands of years ago? He had never been good at history despite his people's obsession with archeology. He only had eyes for jewels. Well..also that girl who worked at the bakery across from his gem shop.
As he approaches the city he passes between guard towers occasionally. From where he is sitting he can see the rifles leaning at the ready. All the dwarves at least wave and grin as he passes. Most raise flagons as way of greeting. It really was true about how much dwarves love their beer he is learning. He's seen a few in his life but never really approached them. Whenever they came to his village it was to visit the archaeological museum they had built just outside of town. It was by far their largest building..it was constructed so all races could enter and learn from what his people had uncovered. He hadn't been since he was a child and it was required as part of his education. All he really remembered was some old jewelry from the race who built the portals.
Finally he approaches the gate. As he was nearing it he had noticed the small windows with more riflemen in them between the carved entrance and the statues. 2 dwarves had approached from a guard house as he neared. The shimmer behind the cart vanished as he stopped to talk with the guards. "Fairy eh? Gem crafting business?" One dwarf said happily..but very loudly. The other was drinking. From where he was sitting he could see several kegs in their guard tower. "Yes! My first time here actually. I'm excited to see your city. I've heard it's amazing." He said earnestly. The dwarf who was drinking stopped long enough to scream "AYE!!!" while toasting then drank deeply to celebrate. "Who are you here to see? Do you know where you are going?" The first dwarf asked. Peregrine turned around and held out his hand. The several locks along the top of the cart opened in a shimmer and a parchment map floated out from among his supplies. It unfurled itself in the air where both him and the dwarf could easily view it.
"Actually yes! I'm going to MacIntyres. My master has this map he lent me. Marked it and everything." He gestures at the map with the glowing mark on a business deep in the city. "MACINTYRE!! He beat my brother unconscious in a bar brawl just last month. Great man. Had him 'round for dinner the next night." the dwarf roared happy as can be. Peregrine just stared. He had no idea how to respond to this. The dwarf didn't seem to mind his silence at all. "Well then! On your way I'm sure you have lots to do!" He said happy as ever. "AYE!!" yelled the other dwarf between drinks.
Peregrine waved happily as he recast his spell to start pushing the cart again. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of his first interaction with dwarves but they seem very nice. As he passed through the great entryway he looked up and around. He saw the large slots in the wall going all the way up. He had heard that the entire entryway had extremely strong iron gates that could be pushed out to seal off the city. He couldn't imagine metal work that large. Very quickly the pathway starts heading downward at a sharp angle. He quickly deactivates the spell pushing and cast another one in front of the cart to keep it from moving too fast as gravity pulls it down the pathway. As he moves down the path he can't help but marvel at the bronze and stone walls with their elaborate carvings.
After nearly 10 minutes of traveling deeper into the mountain he finally enters the city itself. He is in total awe. He can barely make out the mountainous roof of the miles and miles of city stretching out before him. How can all this be underground? How could they have carved all this? They don't even have magic! The buildings are all stone and metal yet very warm and inviting looking. All of them with elaborate carvings. He manages to gather himself together and waves his hand bringing the map back up to his side. He examines it and starts on his way down a beautiful street lined with shops. He looks at them in curiosity as he goes. Clothier. Shoe maker. Tavern. Butcher. Rifle shop. Tavern.
He rounds a corner into what the map tells him is the theater district. He has heard all his life about dwarven theater. He's always found it odd, and now that he has met some dwarves downright preposterous, that dwarves are the greatest playwrights and actors on Lumina. He's never actually seen a play put on by the dwarves but he has seen his people act one out. He has to admit the story was amazing. He is approaching elaborate doors on his right at the top of beautiful marble stairs. This must be their main theater. As he gets close people start flooding out talking excitedly. The play must have just ended. He stops to allow the crowd to pass and watches the people as he does. Mostly dwarves but he spots several other races in there. An entire group of gnomes pass by. He's never seen one of them before. A redhead in all green floats out of the door and he immediately recognizes her as a wood nymph. He's very taken aback by this as they rarely venture out of the forest. He has seen them in his village of course but his people have a unique relationship with them.
Even by wood nymph standards her flight is wobbly. As her and the young human female accompanying her get closer he sees she is openly crying. The human has a weird mix of exasperation and amusement on her face. "H..h..HE HAD TO CHOOSE!! Why did he have to choose Nyx??" She slurs at the top of her lungs, clearly drunk. Her friend, Nyx apparently, says "I know Abigail. It must have been so hard." Her tone is soothing but Peregrine can tell she's holding back laughter. As they pass out of view the wood nymph cries harder than ever and almost falls completely out of the air. The city is definitely not what he was expecting. Finally the crowd disperses and he's able to continue.
A few more turns. A few more streets. A dozen or so more taverns. He finally reaches the shop. There is quite a bit of debate among fairies in his village about who to go to for raw gems but his master swears by MacIntyre. Apparently their families have had a working arrangement for several generations. He parks his cart near the door and, wings fluttering, enters the shop. Walls. Tables. Cases. All full of gems. Despite how long he had been at this he doesn't think he has seen this many gems throughout his entire life. As he looks around a dwarven head appears in a window leading to another room. "You must be Peregrine!" The Dwarven male yells happily in a deep masculine voice. He disappears from the window and enters the room through a door nearby.. and the extremely large breasts take Peregrine by surprise. He had heard, with their beards, it was very hard to tell male and female dwarves apart but he never thought it would be this hard.
He quickly recovers from the shock. "Yes! Are you MacIntyre?" He says politely. "Mrs. MacIntyre! Normally my husband would handle this but he felt like heading to the tavern. Speaking of which! Where are my manners? Come! Come! We have everything ready for you." She says as happy as all the other dwarves have been. Peregrine flutters along behind her as they enter the room she had just left. Laid out along the extremely long table is the entire order. A years worth of raw uncut gems organized by type and size. He immediately begins flying towards the gems to begin his inspection but is cut short. "No! Where is the fun in that? Drink! Drink!" She shouts happily gesturing at the table on the far side of the room. There are six kegs on the table all together. Three of them are fairy size along with a flagon made just for his people. He knew this was coming. He does love their beer but.. not a lot of it. Hopefully he can get through this and somehow politely turn down a few drinks.
Wings beating quickly he flies over and fills his first flagon. As he drinks he does somewhat understand why the dwarves can't stop. During his 1 beer Mrs. MacIntyre drinks several herself. Finally he finishes his beer and it seems she's happy for the moment so they can get to work. He goes up and down the table, row by row, very slowly. He trusts their work but he wants to prove to his master he's really putting in the effort. He examines each gem both with his tools and magically. Every few gems she happily declares it's time for more beer. At first he's frustrated because he really doesn't want to drink but as time goes on he doesn't seem to mind anymore. As the beer starts really affecting him the conversation turns to relationships. She happily tells him about how she met her husband out in the forest when it turned out they had been tracking the same boar to hunt. He has very little relationship experience to discuss but ends up finding himself spilling his guts about the cute fairy who works in the bakery across the street.
"H..her WINGS!!!" he shouts, reminding himself of a dwarf. "So pink! S…so delicate! So SHAPELY!!" He flutters toward the kegs of his own free will this time. It takes him 5 tries to get the flagon under the tap. "D..don't get me wrong. I'm not that kind of fairy. I..I don..don't just look at a girl's wings" he adds worried about how he sounds. "Of course not! But we all notice things. You should see my husband handle a rifle.." Mrs MacIntyre says. As he goes back to work drunkenly, but still accurately, inspecting the gems he continues telling all about Rosalind. He talks about how often he goes to the window just to see if she's visible working. How he goes there everyday for lunch even though he doesn't particularly like bread. How his conversations with her are the best part of his day. "Well? Why not just tell Ms pretty wings how you feel?" she asks in the closest thing to a soft tone a dwarf seems to be capable of. "I…i…i…" and that's where things go a bit blank for Peregrine.
Next thing he knows he's waking up in a dwarvish room that's his size. He had been told to expect this. The dwarves long ago learned fairies were going to need some place to sleep off the beer and constructed these just for them. He slowly sat up, his head throbbing. "These…are not my clothes." he thinks to himself as he throws off the blanket. He decides to solve that mystery later as he looks around the room. He zeros in on a large jug of water with a set of glasses on the table against the opposite wall. He quickly gets up and attempts to fly to the jug but the beating of his own wings is just too much sound for his throbbing head. He makes his way to the jug and, ignoring the glasses, drinks the entire thing quickly. He makes his way to the door and slowly opens it and steps outside.
He sees his room was built halfway up a wall and he's now standing on a ledge. As he looks left and right he sees there are several more fairy rooms. "They really do like to be prepared.." he thinks. He walks to the railing along the edge and looks around. Judging by the normal sized doors lined up along the other wall he's in an inn. Just as he's coming to this conclusion a door opens at the end of the hall and a familiar face pokes its head into the room, sees he is awake, and smiles brightly before entering the room fully. "Well hello! You have been asleep quite some time." Mrs MacIntyre says in a voice softer than he thought dwarves were capable of. He is extremely grateful for this. "I don't remember how I got here. Or…these clothes…"
Mrs MacIntyre laughed loudly despite her attempts to keep quiet for his sake. "I myself brought you here. See those hinges on the wall? That lets us open the entire room. Your people usually need help getting in bed. As for the clothes…not long before you passed out last night you declared yourself to be lord of the gems. Your first proclamation was to outlaw clothing and then you burned yours. I have to say you are quite the dancer." Peregrine's face burns bright red in shame but he presses on. Part of him doesn't want to know but at the same time…he has to find out what else he did. "Did…I do anything else horrible?"
"Horrible?! Your dance was the highlight of my year! And besides..you seem to need to learn to loosen up anyways. Other than that we mostly talked about Rosalind. How much you love her. How scared you are to tell her. And….quite a bit about how you want to chew on her wings. You were very detailed about that." She smiled brightly as she said this as if she hadn't just said something even more terrifying than his clothing law. All he could do was lean on the railing and hide his face. "Don't be ashamed!! You opened up to me. You can with her as well. Well…maybe not about the wings just yet. But reading between the lines and speaking as a woman…from what you said of your conversations last night..it really sounds like she is interested in you as well"
Despite the shame he looks up hopefully. "You really think so?" He says quickly. She smiles and nods. "Last night we had quite the conversation about her love of the hanging bioluminescent vines along a lake near your village. She brings it up a lot you said. Silly fairy..she's been dropping hints about a date for months." His jaw drops. That…sounds very possible. The fear is still there but that has given him a lot of hope. "I…thank you.." he manages to say between his racing thoughts. "It's my pleasure Peregrine! Now..do you think you are ready to begin the trip home?" She says. This snaps him back to reality. The inspection! "Did I inspect the gems?" He asks quickly. "Inspected. Juggled. Danced with. Blew one up because it offended you somehow. Your master doesn't need to know. I already replaced it." More shame fills his tiny body but he tries to hide it. "Thank you.." he manages to say.
From there she leads him downstairs to the inns main room. They eat an amazing breakfast and she tells him more about the signs she noticed about Rosalind. By the time breakfast is over he is feeling rather confident. They make their way through the city back to her shop. His cart is still parked outside and she informs him they loaded it for him. They say their goodbyes and he thanks her from the bottom of his heart for her insight. As he is leaving the city he is barely paying attention to the journey. He's building an entire life in his head.

So yeah. See title. This happened a couple months ago but I have not been in the right mental state to type this out. Throwaway for obvious reasons.
The backstory:
We have had an unconventional relationship from the beginning. My brother (let's call him James) was placed for adoption at birth, since my parents were very young at the time. He grew up in California with a mom, dad, and older brother who was also adopted. We are fully blood related, as our parents stayed together and had me 11 years later after they were finally in a stable position to raise a child. When he was 23, my parents found him through an online service and reached out to him. I know some adopted folks don't want anything to do with their biological family, but James did (to my parents surprise and delight). So, at the age of 12, I met my "long-lost brother" I never knew I had.
We got along like two peas in a pod. Despite our age gap and wildly different families and environments, we ended up being incredibly similar people. I felt like I had known him my whole life. As I was growing up, I saw him about once a year; sometimes he would visit us, sometimes we would visit him and his family. After a few years, our parents interacted less and less, but we still had a strong relationship. We played video games together almost every night for years, and those are still some of the fondest memories I have of growing up. As I got older, we started going on adventures together: backpacking, snowboarding, beach trips, etc. Over the last 15 years, we developed an incredibly strong bond--unlike conventional brother-brother relationships, too. Since we didn't grow up together, we never really fought or got on each others nerves that much. Sure, I didn't see him in-person that often, but I always knew he was just a call/text/game away.
I grew up in a southern conservative environment, and only after going to college discovered that I'm a little bisexual. Especially as a man, it was much easier for me to go along with the more-socially-acceptable option of dating girls. I had known James was gay since I was 14 (he told me this despite my parents asking him to wait until I was older). And since I trusted him so much, when I finally figured out my sexuality at the age of 20, he was the first family member I told about it. I went to him before my parents since I knew he would understand and be able to give me advice on dealing with the social dynamic that comes with that territory. I'm mentioning this now because it will be relevant for the aftermath.The point is that I felt that I could trust him with anything. Absolutely anything. So I did, specifically with deep, personal issues like sexuality.
When SHTF:
On a snowboarding trip a couple months ago, we decided to get some weed and whiskey and chill out in the hotel after our first day on the slopes. In hindsight, getting cross-faded was probably not a great idea (for several reasons), but in a weird way I'm glad we did because, as he later told me: "that combo is like a truth serum" to him.
So there we are, drunk and high, shootin' the shit, talkin' about life. In that moment, I just felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over me. I realized how lucky I was not only to have him as a brother, but also how lucky we were that we could afford to go on these adventures together and share so many experiences. So I tried to tell him how I was feeling. I don't remember exact words, but something along the lines of "the relationship we have is so special and important to me, I love you so much, bro." As I'm telling him this...
All of a sudden he grabbed my face and leaned in to kiss me right on the fucking mouth. Eyes closed, lips slightly apart. There was no way to mistake it for meaning anything else. I stood there like a deer in headlights for a moment, and he managed to make contact before I could realize what was happening and push him away. Dumbfounded, I had no idea what to say or think. My entire view of our relationship was shattered in an instant. Poof. Like WTF BRO!?
The aftermath:
He started apologizing profusely for misunderstanding, and we talked for probably another 2-3 hours about what it all meant and what the hell he was thinking. We also talked for several hours the next day before he dropped me off at the airport to go home. I essentially took on the role of a therapist, asking him questions to try to dissect where these complicated emotions were coming from. On the inside, I was so fucking pissed and still in complete disbelief/shock, but I couldn't let him know that out of fear for my safety at the time. After all, I was stuck 3 hours away from the airport and he was my ride back. Not sure of what else he might do and not wanting to risk setting him off, I placated him. I pretended like everything was fine, and that I understood and forgave him for everything.
I was so upset, terrified, distraught, [insert emotion here], etc. But I just played it cool, kept asking him questions, and saying it was all okay.
I distinctly remember asking him: "how long have you had this fantasy?" To which, he said "you don't want to know."... yeah, you read that right. LIKE WHAT?! So all these years we've known each other, he had been thinking about fucking me? Turns out that when I told him about my bisexuality, he apparently thought I was coming onto him or something. That I was only telling him because I was interested in him. He mentioned that over the pandemic (when we were playing a lot of video games together), he often thought about us building a bunkehideout/cabin in the middle of nowhere and living out the apocalypse together... and I guess having sex all the time?
He explained how, in his mind, that since we didn't grow up together that it was possible for him to develop these fantasies in the first place. He claimed that he read somewhere that siblings are often attracted to one another, but never act on it because they grow up with each other. I could go on about more things he said, but this post is already long enough.
My concern:
James has had a troubled social life for a long time. Lots more to say here, too, but the long story short is that he has never truly felt connected and satisfied with his personal relationships. He's never said this to me directly, but I know. And he knows it, but is too afraid to admit that he has grown complacent in a lot of aspects of his life over the years. He still lives with his parents, is addicted to porn, has limited social interaction with people his age, and his last real relationship (to my knowledge) was more than a decade ago. I'm fairly certain that his fantasy of me was rooted in a deep longing and desire for love and connection. But that's the thing--we did share love and connection. I still have no idea why he had to bring sex into our brotherhood, and I'm not sure I ever will understand.
Despite what he did to me and how much pain it has caused me, I still love him and care about him deeply. To be honest, I'm extremely concerned he's going to off himself. In his drunkenness that night, he even said so. I wish I could just forget about it and continue having a relationship with him, but the truth is, I don't know if I can ever trust him again. I've been re-thinking all the time we spent together for the last ~15 years, and I keep having this gut instinct that tells me he had an ulterior motive the whole time. It hurts to even think about, much less type this out, but: I'm thinking I have no other sensible option except to cut him out of my life. I don't know how I can trust him, or even give him the opportunity to re-gain my trust.
My question:
Should I cut him out of my life, or try to rebuild our relationship?
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TLDR: Brother is gay, I told him I'm bi a few years ago. We are fully related, but he was adopted and I met him for the first time when I was 12. He recently confessed he has fantasized about having sex with me for a long time, and that his fantasy became stronger after I told him about my sexuality. I rejected his drunken advance, and now I think I have to cut him out of my life, but I'm worried he's going to off himself. And before anyone asks, YES, I AM IN THERAPY.

23F. It was good for awhile but I didn’t stay on top of the pain meds because I had my other meds I needed to take…. Needless to say, I REGRET THAT CHOICE. Breathing hurts. My teeth chatter when I move like I’m freezing but I’m only mildly cold, nowhere near shaking level. It’s the pain, I know. My doctor prescribed Tylenol 3s & honestly… my last surgery in 2021 I was given dilaudids and god I wish I got them again because I was too delirious to register the pain. The sharp gas pains, I can’t tell if it’s my incisions, the lack of gallbladder or all three working together to royally screw me. I’m trying very hard not to cry because I know that’s just going to hurt even more. My shoulder pain is mild, it’s all in my stomach (and migrates to the right side of my back on occasion).
For those who have yet to get theirs out - please don’t let this discourage you. I know, stupid to say after I just told you I’m in agony. I looked through post after post here and I was scared shitless. I didn’t want to do it anymore after reading them all. But I ate a Tim Hortons donut earlier. Sour cream plain. A fried donut.. and I experienced zero heartburn. I refluxed a small bit of the ungodly amount of water I drank (I couldn’t pee for hours and I was absolutely terrified of having to go back for a catheter), but it was just that.. water. No acid or bile. I was shocked. I ate it out of convenience because I was starving and the soup I bought yesterday only had like 2 noodles in it. I feel awful, I want to cry, but thinking about that steaming box of garlic fingers with sweet donair sauce from my favourite pizzeria is making it worth every stabbing breath. I’m not completely insane, I’m definitely going to wait at least a month before I dig into that grease pile, but being able to tolerate a donut 6 hours after surgery gave me more hope than I can describe. I have better cans of soup for tomorrow, and for now the medication isn’t touching my pain, but if this fixes the problem that’s been torturing me for 2 years and lets me to go to university next year, I’ll be happy to have endured it.

I (20f) used to live on a farm in the literal middle of fucking nowhere with my mom and her new husband A. she married A when i was 9, and we didn’t move out of his house until i was 14. i saw my bio dad every-other weekend through this time (bio dads not the best either but not nearly as bad as A. A is an extreme “functioning” alcoholic with some sort of undiagnosed mood disorder. he never hit us but he threatened to all the time, he would scream all night long, call us lazy, call my mom a whore, my sister fat, my brother a bastard. i would clean the whole house ALL DAY and he would come home and purposely leave his muddy shoes on and drop dishes to break them)
Ive been diagnosed Bipolar II with PTSD from living at his house along with events that happened when i was 14, 15 & 17.(i’ve been diagnosed since i was 16). Three months ago i started getting all these flashbacks in both dreams and waking life of my step dad (A) SA me when i was around 9-11.
I’m in trade school for massage therapy right now. I told my mom what i’m remembering happened with A, she SAYS SHE BELIEVES ME, SAYS SHES “SORRY THAT HAPPENED”, but will not divorce him. she’s saying she doesn’t have the money to divorce him, she has too many expenses, he helps her pay for them. i don’t think that’s true, i think she could get some of his stuff out of the marriage, maybe sell his stupid mid life crisis car, get some land, i don’t know. she also makes decent money doing her own job.
she says her main reason for not divorcing him is money, and she said he is “like an old pair of shoes i can’t get rid of”. WHAT??? WHAT?? she came to my house, sat on the couch with me and i told her what happened and we cried and i told her about all the times i can remember asking her why she didn’t do anything more. she says she didn’t know it was happening. i brought up how he SAID very creepy things to me throughout my life, i won’t go into detail but honestly it’s just shit that nobody should ever say to a 9-14yr old girl. she says she’s sorry it happened, and respects that i wont go to her house anymore unless he’s guaranteed not going to be there. i don’t want to see him ever again.
me now not wanting to see him, and my sister also now extra not wanting to see him, means i’m not going to be coming over for christmas or thanksgiving or coming to birthday dinners if he’s there.
she keeps making appointments with me to come into my school and work on her back, and she wants us to get our nails done together every weekend now. i think she feels bad about what happened and she’s getting lonely. i just want her to divorce him. that’s all i want. i don’t need her to try to get closer to me, spend more time with me, i want her to DIVORCE HIM. i can’t respect her when she goes to bed with him every night, cooks him dinner, goes out with friends with him, kisses him, does his fucking laundry like are you KIDDING ME?? FOR FUCKING REAL BRO??
i want to like my mom so fucking bad. i love her, she’s my mother, she taught me how to clean, she’s accepted me in being a lesbian, she helps me with housing, she pays my car insurance. i’m incredibly grateful for her but it’s like there this knife constantly in my stomach. she’s so good in so many ways.
she’s an older woman (upper 50’s) in an abusive relationship. she has a shopping addiction. she’s incredibly insecure. i feel bad for her. i love her and i want to be there for her. it just makes me so sad that she “believes me” and won’t do a single thing about it. i just want to cry. how can she stay married to him?? my brother is 17 and still has to see him all the time. A owns his house on the farm, and my mom owns her house in town. A goes and sleeps at his own house maybe 3-4 times a month. My mom moved away from the farm to attempt to divorce him when i was 14 and she ended up giving him a key and eating dinner in the new house with A like nothing is wrong about a week after we moved back to town. my little brother is STILL living there.
how can she let my brother stay there?? how can SHE stay with him?? i don’t understand

a few months ago i had 2 consecutive bad trips, which sounds stupid of me but let me explain. the first bad trip, i completely forgot it went bad. i woke up the next morning just remembering it as a good trip - because i took benzos to kill it and that made me forget both the bad trip and the fact i took benzos at all. it wasn't until the exact same thing that happened the first time that i remembered, and had a flashback of the awful shit i was experincing
i was seeing purple links for online posts about bad trips on my 2nd one, and it all flooded back. i was being hunted by this insect-like creature that was 'hunting' me. on both trips, the second i got spooked by this non-existent thing it started invading my thoughts and getting worse and worse. both times i took benzos to stop it before it got really bad. while i dont remember much of what i experienced, i remember being terrified enough to quickly end it
after both of these trips, i started suffering some form of split personality, i dont know how to explain it exactly but - it felt like there was multiple people inside my head, like manifestations of different parts of myself, sometimes talking to each other, talking to me, etc. then at some point, shit got really weird and things would change in my room without me remembering it - i'd wake up and my room was in a completely different layout, or work i was supposed to have done was already finished with no prior knowledge to doing it. stuff was happening without me realizing/remembering i did it. i wasn't taking any sort of drug that could cause this and i didn't have any benzos so it was definitely something internal
fast forward a few months, these episodes have completely disappeared - probably as I stopped taking acid after the 2nd bad trip. i think LSD had been causing some form of split personality to surface in me for a while and since then it has completely gone, but i am still left with the paranoia and fear of this non existent creature. anytime i hear a sort of vibration or so near my ear, fake or real, i jump. sometimes when I sleep i get sleepless nights as images of this thing flood my head and make me scared to sleep, and sometimes i feel like im outright high again on LSD
while the other aftereffects of my bad trip have gone away, this paranoia still hasn;'t and I'm still fearing something that doesnt exist. does this go away with time, or do you think my brain is just fried from that trip? my mental health has definitely improved since quitting LSD (i have bpd and it has gone down a lot since i stopped) but im not a fan of these sleepless nights and constant fear of something, that doesnt even really exist. is there anything i can do to help or is this just me now

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Kid's selling a felony on FB marketplace, claims car is like new, only run once or twice... so I reach out and ask a few questions: "tires are great, like brand new", "a few scratches on the chassis, but body is perfect", "smart 3s batteries like new, less than 5 charges on them" ... alright so it may be worth the $500 (with dual charger) and we schedule to meet up. I tell him to make sure both batteries are fully charged for the meet because I wanna see it run before I will hand over any cash... "Cool, no problem"
So we meet tonight in the Walmart parking lot. Body is scraped up (obviously ran more than twice) and when I said something about the pictures he's like "same car, I took the pics last year when I unboxed it" OK, but if you're going to sell it, why not take another picture of WHAT THE CAR YOU'RE TRYING TO SELL ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE? He's like "I did, those are pictures of THIS car". Whatever, I can't argue with a 14 year old so I take the body off and... F**K! Car's got the opposite of smart batteries, they're stupid! Soft cases and puffed out so they don't even lay flat. No adaptors in this car either, he cut off the ec5's and soldered on shit dean's connectors! I'm like WTF, you coulda warned me and he's like "didn't think about it, don't care, you want it or not?"
I'm pissed, but I'm there, so I say let's see it run. "Let's see the money first". Really? I told him I want to see it run before I consider giving anything for it... and he's like "if you can't show me the $500 I'm asking then you can fuck off, this isn't free play time" I was fuming, only had $155 on me (was going to get the rest out of the ATM in Walmart if I was going to buy it - but pretty sure now there won't be a trip to the ATM) As it was mostly singles and fives, stack looked pretty fat - so I pulled it out quick and was like " $500 right here, happy? Run it" and stuffed the cash back in my pocket.
He's connecting batteries and I notice tires are bald so I'm like "you said they were like new, want to see the chat?". Kid goes "I don't give a shit about your chat, it is what it is, what you see is what you're going to get, got it?". Don't know what to say, but it's ready to go, so he just starts ripping it and ... Holy shit those felonies are AWESOME! Wish it had the handbrake, but that thing flew! Speed gear installed, I don't doubt it didn't hit the 90 they advertise on the box... LOVE it.
I'm like let me try that shit, and first he's like "nah" but I say no way I'm going to buy without the try.
He puts the controller on 50% and says "be careful". I run it to the corner of the parking lot, turn it around, and flip the controller back to 100%.
100% throttle, I sent it straight into the side of the building. "Oops! It didn't turn!" Car's in about 100 pieces and he's flipping out saying "You stupid asshole, I told you be careful... you just fucking bought that car"
"You lied about the car. It wasn't worth $500 before, and it certainly isn't worth $500 now. It was broken already, tires were shot, didn't turn... I'll give you 75 bucks for it but that's it"
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Yup, kids brother was done shopping and just came out looking for him. Wanted to know what's going on and WTF happened to the car!
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Can't do it, $100 is the most I'll pay, cars broke!
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But I got an s2100 charger, near mint controller, all the electronics still work, body believe it or not is still useable... chassis and from end need replacing, as well as tires... But can't beat the price!
And they probably won't be trying to scam anyone else any time soon!

Been dating for 7 months when I left. When I found out I had to leave, she insisted we do a long distance thing. I was hesitant but I really love her so I've put in all my effort into it. But immediately the 2nd day I was gone, communication nearly dropped off. There are only 3 hours a day that we overlap being awake and not at work, 2 in the morning, and 1 in the evening. Sometimes, I only get 2-3 facebook messages a day. "Hi", "How are you", "wyd" and then silence.
The first weekend I was gone, she was at a bar and couldn't talk to me because some guy didn't understand how periods worked? And it was her job to explain it to him? Anyway, this last week has been the worst of it. I havent eaten in 2 days, been sleeping whenever I'm not at work. I can't focus, feel miserable.
Let me lay out the facts as she has laid them out to me and then I'll explain what I think.
- About a week ago, she posted on facebook that "if [her] momma and therapist say she can do something, no one can tell her different" I asked her about it and she said it was just general encouragement.
- Last Thursday, a person at work told her that the only reason she was liked there was because she was pretty. I told her that person likely had a crush on her, and she suddenly stopped responding.
- Two days ago she was supposed to go to the movie with 3 people from work. The other two bailed and she went alone with a guy. Turns out it was the person in the last bullet.
- She said a lot has changed in her life over the last month
- She said the communication dropped because she dedicated the last month I was there to spending time with me and needs to catch up on chores and projects. Including puppies she's fostering.
- She has a wedding in another state coming up. She told me she might bring someone and don't worry its just a road trip. I told her I wasn't worried but if she had to tell me not to be worried, then that worries me. I asked if it was a guy, she dodged the question and explained that she's bisexual so it wouldn't matter guy or girl.
Here's what I think. I think her mom and her therapist both encouraged her to date other people while I'm gone. I think she has a crush on the guy above and that's why she was so upset when he said people only like her because she's pretty. I think the movies was a date. I think she intends to bring him to the wedding of her best friend that I havent even met yet. I think no straight guy goes on an out-of-state road trip with a girl to a wedding without intentions to hook up.
We've talked about marriage. If I am right, and even if she completely cut contact with the guy and her therapist - we could never get married. I wouldn't ever want her mom there, and that means her sisters and father wouldn't come either. I'm not going to be responsible for cutting her of from her family.
Reddit, please tell me I am being jealous, controlling, and abusive and give me advice on what to do? The 7 months that we lived in the same city were the best of my life, she loved me like I like to be loved. I don't want to break up because my jealousy has led me to a conclusion that's entirely in my head.
We're planning a date tomorrow over facebook, she's dressing up. She missed our last one. She's made an effort these last few days when I told her that communication has been poor.
TLDR: Work sent me overseas for 1 year. Girlfriend insisted on being LDR. But some things have been happening that make me question if she's really in it.

I just need to rant. So a cole’s notes of my relationship with my grandma:
-she essentially raised my sister and I while my parents both worked. She was a fantastic grandma who took us out and did stuff with us, and I have a ton of great memories of little traditions we had
-she’s been chronically sick with stomach issues and fibromyalgia/arthritis etc since he mid 30s (she was an immigrant who never had her very obvious childhood mild scoliosis dealt with). She deals with a lot of pain
Up until I was 23/24 I tried to visit her every other week or every 3 weeks to have dinner with her after work and spend some time with her once my grandpa died and she was left alone in her apartment.
When I was 25 she joined a Romanian Orthodox Church because in her mind “she had to get baptized or else she wouldn’t get into heaven”. This came with a whole bunch of life changes such as needing to wear skirts and not cut her hair and overall becoming preachy when my very atheist family brought up that we just didn’t believe in any of that. To make matters worse, the church elders had a long history of sexually assaulting women and just being hypocrites. Then her previously accepting attitude of me being gay turned to her starting to say things like, “you need to find a friend like [my ex]… you know what I mean, I can’t say the word anymore, but you know” and then just regressed to “maybe this is a sign you’re meant to be with a woman” after I left a 6 year toxic relationship.
The tipping point has been the treatment of her daughter, my mom. Because we’re Eastern European, there’s a stupid mentality that the daughter must take care of the parents. My mom is amazing, smart, accomplished and well known in her industry. After years of working hard she has finally retired and now is going back to school to get her degree as a personal goal.
My grandma constantly drops, “I don’t get why you’re working still, I thought you’d retire and come visit me every day - you just don’t want to spend time with me” - which fills my mom with such guilt. And my mom’s brother gets off with barely being involved or seeing my grandma but it’s not an issue because “he’s working and he has a job”.
We’ve moved her into a home at the age of 75 and she is irate about it. She constantly berates my mom for not taking her in and complains about how she doesn’t belong in a home and it’s embarrassing for her that her church friends see her in there. She’s gotten to the point where she can’t bathe, dress, cook or care for herself and has been in the hospital for multiple recurring UTIs. She gets dehydrated and septic and goes into states of delirium which results in her shitting and pissing and being stranded on the floor for hours until she can drag herself to a phone. And my mom feels so selfish for not taking her in but at the same time doesn’t want to deal with all that because it’s essentially a full time job. My mom also just cannot lift and care for her when she gets in these states, and at least at the home she gets 3 full meals and bathed and taken care of.
It’s gotten to the point where my mom comes home and cries after visiting her or talking to her on the phone 3 times a day and it makes me really despise my grandma and the bitter person she has become who can’t accept that she’s old and needs care. My mom doesn’t stand up to her because she’s afraid they’ll get in a fight and my grandma will die and her last words will be something mean. I just can’t stand her now and how she treats my mom but it makes me feel so ungrateful and guilty

I am a very open minded person and would like to attend a service of some sort will I be welcomed in a Buddhist temple ?
I’m sorry if this question is dumb. I guess I am looking for more guidance then just researching. There are many buddhist temples near me and I am going to call one and ask what the rules are for attending. Would really just love to mediate and meet people and different practices.

YDS had Dr diagnosed stomach flu, two days later ODS got it, two days later me… 24 hour stomach pain, nausea, constant vomiting, diarrhea, body ache, fatigue. A week exactly after that, I got the stomach flu again. Same symptoms, 48 hours. The last stint was 2 weeks ago, and as of early this afternoon I get hit again. Same symptoms. No one else has continuously been reinfected in the house. I had already sanitized everything I can think of. Is this even normal? I thought you had some sort of couple month immunity after the stomach flu, how do I keep getting it?
Edited to add: 33 female, USA, Height 5’2, Weight 170, no medication to list.

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