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day 1 of r/pizzatower trying to make a spotify playlist. Top 3 song suggestions will be added to the playlist (Inspired by an r/ultrakill post)
2023.06.04 08:15 FunniAmogus day 1 of r/pizzatower trying to make a spotify playlist. Top 3 song suggestions will be added to the playlist (Inspired by an r/ultrakill post)
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2023.06.04 08:10 esternaccordionoud How to get back in the saddle after an accident?
I've had an amazing run. I'm 51 years old and I've been actively biking in the city since I was 17. I'm fortunate to live 3 mi from my workplace and I take longer rides on weekends. And in all those years I've never had a serious accident until 10 days ago when I decided to go a bit further afield and have a leisurely bike ride in the park (Forest Park for those who live in Portland Oregon) that has a bike trail that probably hasn't had enough upkeep. Coming down a hill and round a bend I hit gravel and tried to fly through but instead tipped over landed on my right side and finally my helmet hit the ground hard and I got a concussion. For a week I've had to mostly stay off screens, slow down, and drive (ugh) to work. Today I decided to get back in the saddle. I thought I would just try biking around the city but instead of a bike ride it could be more described as a series of panic attacks. I'm extremely depressed. I was so frightened most of the time and was probably biking terribly because I was overly cautious. A park that I've been to many times that I usually fly through, lifting my self up when I hit the pavement that is buckled by tree roots, zip through the small gravel downhill and then over a hump back into the city streets.. well it was like I was geriatric and as soon as I got to the gravel part I walked the bike. I feel like Superman when he lost his powers, I feel like I've aged 20 years in one week. During the whole ride I was afraid of every little bump in the street, at places I know that I would have flown through in the past, I gingerly traversed and often just got off and walked. I called my wife for support and she offered to pick me up but I just couldn't do that and I gritted my teeth and slowly slowly wended my way towards home, an iron grip on my handlebars the whole time. Fellow cyclists what advice can you give me? Has this happened to you? Were you able to regain that flying feeling? Being a bike commuter has also a big part of my identity. People at work think I'm crazy to bike through the rainy Portland winter and I've kept telling them that they are the ones who are crazy. I feel ashamed to be walking in the building without my bike in tow. I'm not really even supposed to be looking at screens too much yet but I could use some advice or even well wishes. Excuse the long post and thank you in advance. I'm going to stay off the screen for the rest of the night but I will check in the morning.
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2023.06.04 07:52 intrepidcatreporter I feel like I'm indebted to my boyfriend, and I'm not sure I want our relationship to proceed.
TL;DR: my relationship is a bag of mixed messages, and while I love my boyfriend, I'm not sure about our LTR anymore.
I (26F) have dated my boyfriend (29M) for a while. Now that I have some hindsight on our 5-year relationship, I'm not really sure if our relationship is normal or one I want to be in. I guess you could say I've had a very tumultuous life full of tragedy and drama and nonsense, so I'm sure I much more tolerable of negative or unusual circumstances than your average person, probably to my detriment. In any case, I don't really have anyone I'd be comfortable talking to about this in my regular life. My family is too ensnarled in their own drama and ulterior motives concerning me, but mostly themselves, to talk to. My friends are not quite close enough that I feel like I'd be able to talk about my relationship with them, so I wonder if I've been smart about this.
I can reasonably say now, that overall my boyfriend is a sweet, but somewhat weak person. He's my friend in addition to my partner, and he is very kind and intelligent. He tries hard to please everyone, but now I can't help but feel like it might be at my expense. For example, the second year into our relationship, I suggested a road trip idea with some specific spots we would stop at and explore as a way to decompress from my very stressful job. After we generally agreed we'd do it, his family decided they liked the idea, and then decided to do this same trip. He went with them, and invited me, as though we hadn't discussed it. He later apologized and I kind of let it slide, even though it blindsided me. Fine. Our relationship was fine more or less after this. In general, even now, I find most of his family quite weird.
At the beginning, no one but his parents would say hello to me at his home even if I said something first, and I was largely ignored, even when I tried to speak with them. I was pretty confused when I received generous gifts from his family, so I just assumed the family was maybe a bit eccentric, but didn't hate me. But now that we're so far along in dating, and the behavior is kind of the same. They'll say hello to me now, but it feels like I'm more a piece of furniture than person at his house, and no one really talks to me directly.
Another thing that had gnawed at me, whether it's right or not, is my birthday a year ago. He and I made a trip that combined both his relative's wedding and my birthday. The trip turned out to be him ditching me at events with his family where I didn't know anyone and acting suddenly distant. He then booked a bunch of rigorous nature activities and sports that I absolutely hated but went along with because he wanted to do them. Come my birthday, it turned out that he didn't get me even a card, and he flat out told me he hadn't planned a thing, but that he loved me. I ended up having to pick a restaurant for my own birthday dinner in a city I had never visited before (but he had lived in for several months) which he paid for. I was so shocked that I had no idea how to respond. Previously he had been so diligent and generous with birthdays and holidays, that I could barely even recognize the person. We had always planned each others birthdays. For better or worse, I sort of... moved on from this even though he was pretty defensive whenever I brought the topic up.
Come end of that summer, I was no longer able to tolerate my toxic home life, something my friends and he both agreed was a terrible situation. I moved out to my previous college town with roommates, and he insisted over and over again that I let him help me pay for a studio for me to live in without roommates so that I would be able to finally have some peace. I turned him down a lot on this, but in the end accepted. In the end it's definitely given me an escape from my family, but prior to this, he had promised we would get an apartment together. I've spent the better part of a year mostly alone in this place that he helps me with, but it's also meant that I'm always alone, taking care of the place myself, and we both end up having to drive 80+ miles to see each other if we want to, which usually means about once a week. Following this, he helped me immensely in my whole project to get into grad school, and served as a kind of on-demand tutor for me as I switched career paths. Essentially the whole relationship seems like a bag of mixed messages like when he completely ignored my roommates who said hello to him, or when he offered to have me come live with his family when my mom tried to kick me out. Or last week for example, when he told me his grandfather died, but that his family was not going to bother traveling until the funeral in several months. It's quite bizarre to me to be honest.
There's just so much happening in my life and with my relationship, that I can't really understand what I should do. I feel so conflicted, and really alone to be honest. I guess what I'm really looking to find out is how to assess a relationship and if it's worth is. I don't know if the past should have a statute of limitations for a lot of this stuff, or if I should just now ignore that, and think of it differently. Overall, I've had a lot of happy memories, and get along well with this person, but there's just a lot that has happened to consistently make me wonder about our relationship. Any thoughts appreciated.
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I (26F) have dated my boyfriend (29M) for a while. Now that I have some hindsight on our 5-year relationship, I'm not really sure if our relationship is normal or one I want to be in. I guess you could say I've had a very tumultuous life full of tragedy and drama and nonsense, so I'm sure I much more tolerable of negative or unusual circumstances than your average person, probably to my detriment. In any case, I don't really have anyone I'd be comfortable talking to about this in my regular life. My family is too ensnarled in their own drama and ulterior motives concerning me, but mostly themselves, to talk to. My friends are not quite close enough that I feel like I'd be able to talk about my relationship with them, so I wonder if I've been smart about this.
I can reasonably say now, that overall my boyfriend is a sweet, but somewhat weak person. He's my friend in addition to my partner, and he is very kind and intelligent. He tries hard to please everyone, but now I can't help but feel like it might be at my expense. For example, the second year into our relationship, I suggested a road trip idea with some specific spots we would stop at and explore as a way to decompress from my very stressful job. After we generally agreed we'd do it, his family decided they liked the idea, and then decided to do this same trip. He went with them, and invited me, as though we hadn't discussed it. He later apologized and I kind of let it slide, even though it blindsided me. Fine. Our relationship was fine more or less after this. In general, even now, I find most of his family quite weird.
At the beginning, no one but his parents would say hello to me at his home even if I said something first, and I was largely ignored, even when I tried to speak with them. I was pretty confused when I received generous gifts from his family, so I just assumed the family was maybe a bit eccentric, but didn't hate me. But now that we're so far along in dating, and the behavior is kind of the same. They'll say hello to me now, but it feels like I'm more a piece of furniture than person at his house, and no one really talks to me directly.
Another thing that had gnawed at me, whether it's right or not, is my birthday a year ago. He and I made a trip that combined both his relative's wedding and my birthday. The trip turned out to be him ditching me at events with his family where I didn't know anyone and acting suddenly distant. He then booked a bunch of rigorous nature activities and sports that I absolutely hated but went along with because he wanted to do them. Come my birthday, it turned out that he didn't get me even a card, and he flat out told me he hadn't planned a thing, but that he loved me. I ended up having to pick a restaurant for my own birthday dinner in a city I had never visited before (but he had lived in for several months) which he paid for. I was so shocked that I had no idea how to respond. Previously he had been so diligent and generous with birthdays and holidays, that I could barely even recognize the person. We had always planned each others birthdays. For better or worse, I sort of... moved on from this even though he was pretty defensive whenever I brought the topic up.
Come end of that summer, I was no longer able to tolerate my toxic home life, something my friends and he both agreed was a terrible situation. I moved out to my previous college town with roommates, and he insisted over and over again that I let him help me pay for a studio for me to live in without roommates so that I would be able to finally have some peace. I turned him down a lot on this, but in the end accepted. In the end it's definitely given me an escape from my family, but prior to this, he had promised we would get an apartment together. I've spent the better part of a year mostly alone in this place that he helps me with, but it's also meant that I'm always alone, taking care of the place myself, and we both end up having to drive 80+ miles to see each other if we want to, which usually means about once a week. Following this, he helped me immensely in my whole project to get into grad school, and served as a kind of on-demand tutor for me as I switched career paths. Essentially the whole relationship seems like a bag of mixed messages like when he completely ignored my roommates who said hello to him, or when he offered to have me come live with his family when my mom tried to kick me out. Or last week for example, when he told me his grandfather died, but that his family was not going to bother traveling until the funeral in several months. It's quite bizarre to me to be honest.
There's just so much happening in my life and with my relationship, that I can't really understand what I should do. I feel so conflicted, and really alone to be honest. I guess what I'm really looking to find out is how to assess a relationship and if it's worth is. I don't know if the past should have a statute of limitations for a lot of this stuff, or if I should just now ignore that, and think of it differently. Overall, I've had a lot of happy memories, and get along well with this person, but there's just a lot that has happened to consistently make me wonder about our relationship. Any thoughts appreciated.
2023.06.04 07:38 icantimsorryy 04.06.2023
I went to church today thinking the only friend I had there would talk with me. I sat near her in the church but she didn't talk to me. After the mass ended, I could sense that she didn't want to and I didn't try cause she was busy talking with someone else in the catechism classes. I hate church. I told her that I'm going back home the next minute and I did. She didn't seem happy I was walking with them. I honestly don't know why. I wish she'd tell me if it's something I did. Maybe it's because I didn't attend her grandmother's funeral. A few months ago, we were best friends and I'm not sure what we are now.
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2023.06.04 07:13 deadly-eighth-sin Trying for a baby - 31f and 29f AI insemination
Hey everyone.
My fiancée (29f) and I (31f) are trying for a baby using the AI method at home. I inseminate her with sperm collected by a donor. We have tried for four cycles, yet to no avail. This is what we have been doing/using:
Health-wise: - following a conception friendly diet, eating mostly whole foods - fiancée has had full blood tests done, with the majority of tests focusing on her fertility and the doctor has said that there is nothing that could be hindering her pregnancy from a health perspective - fiancée has been taking conception boosting vitamins (filled with folic acid and other necessary vitamins) - fiancée has stopped smoking since last year and has not smoked since, and nor has she had any alcohol
Ovulation-wise: - we track my fiancée’s ovulation with test strips (first response brand) and use Fertility Friend to track her cycle every month, as well as a BBT thermometer with temperature taken every morning at 5AM
Insemination-wise: (sorry for TMI) - my fiancée is propped up (her hips) on a pillow waiting - we use an AI syringe (longer and rounded at the tip) and I feel for her cervix before I place it in - the donor will have left his sperm in a new sterile container. I extract it slowly after I have pumped the syringe twice to remove air - I insert the syringe while stimulating her clitoris, and after the sperm has coated her cervix I help her orgasm - fiancée inserts soft disc to help sperm stay where it is - fiancée rotates and props her legs up on the wall with her hips still raised for 30min-1hr (Usually then fiancée orgasms again to help sperm flow, but we didn’t for this cycle in case it doesn’t)
The only things we think could be going wrong could be: - sperm sample is inadequate - orgasming twice has hindered sperm’s motility - fiancée possibly doesn’t produce enough cervical mucus to help sperm swim. She says she is too anxious during each donation (I can defs understand, I’m anxious too in different ways!) and she can’t produce her own - so we might need pre-seed
Can anyone who is on the same boat please give us advice? Are we doing anything wrong?
Happy to hear AI conception stories and methods too.
Thank you!
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My fiancée (29f) and I (31f) are trying for a baby using the AI method at home. I inseminate her with sperm collected by a donor. We have tried for four cycles, yet to no avail. This is what we have been doing/using:
Health-wise: - following a conception friendly diet, eating mostly whole foods - fiancée has had full blood tests done, with the majority of tests focusing on her fertility and the doctor has said that there is nothing that could be hindering her pregnancy from a health perspective - fiancée has been taking conception boosting vitamins (filled with folic acid and other necessary vitamins) - fiancée has stopped smoking since last year and has not smoked since, and nor has she had any alcohol
Ovulation-wise: - we track my fiancée’s ovulation with test strips (first response brand) and use Fertility Friend to track her cycle every month, as well as a BBT thermometer with temperature taken every morning at 5AM
Insemination-wise: (sorry for TMI) - my fiancée is propped up (her hips) on a pillow waiting - we use an AI syringe (longer and rounded at the tip) and I feel for her cervix before I place it in - the donor will have left his sperm in a new sterile container. I extract it slowly after I have pumped the syringe twice to remove air - I insert the syringe while stimulating her clitoris, and after the sperm has coated her cervix I help her orgasm - fiancée inserts soft disc to help sperm stay where it is - fiancée rotates and props her legs up on the wall with her hips still raised for 30min-1hr (Usually then fiancée orgasms again to help sperm flow, but we didn’t for this cycle in case it doesn’t)
The only things we think could be going wrong could be: - sperm sample is inadequate - orgasming twice has hindered sperm’s motility - fiancée possibly doesn’t produce enough cervical mucus to help sperm swim. She says she is too anxious during each donation (I can defs understand, I’m anxious too in different ways!) and she can’t produce her own - so we might need pre-seed
Can anyone who is on the same boat please give us advice? Are we doing anything wrong?
Happy to hear AI conception stories and methods too.
Thank you!
2023.06.04 06:56 hoodedknight5 Defining the relationship, anxiety, and uncertainty. 24m, 22f
I (24m) started seeing this girl (22f) about 5 months ago after we matched on hinge. We have been going on dinner dates, and hooking up/ she sleeps over about once a week for 5 months. We have a glass of wine and exchange in small talk/ banter before hooking up. It was more like a friends with benefits type situation even though neither of us has previously brought up exclusivity or defined the relationship.
This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR: Should i provide my instagram to her, and am I doing the right thing.
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This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR: Should i provide my instagram to her, and am I doing the right thing.
2023.06.04 06:45 ace_of_kats The Nature of Cannibals: Chapter 1-The Way of Things
Hi guys! This is my first NoP fanfic, and the first fanfic in general that I’ve ever published. In addition, it’s only the second that I was able to complete a single chapter for. What I’m trying to say here is that I might not be the best writer due to my lack of experience, so please don’t hate; I’m trying my best. However, if there is something you think I can improve on, feel free to leave polite, constructive criticism in the comments.
Also, though I do have plans for more chapters (in fact, actual NoP stuff won’t happen until chapter 4), I might not be able to complete them, at least not with any haste. I apologize if this is an inconvenience, but do keep in mind that all of this is free and thus offered solely at my discretion. That said, I hope you find this very entertaining! (and yes, that’s a Hazbin Hotel reference, for those of you in that fandom… and perhaps a bit of foreshadowing… ^`v´^.)
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Memory Transcription Subject: Skoy, Larul hunter
Date (standardized human time): December 18th, 2141
It was a pleasure to kill. Ever since my first hunt, 3 La-cycles [local years, each approximately 1.5 Earth years long] ago, I had relished in the many joys of the process. From stalking prey down, waiting for the perfect time to strike, to the climactic triumph of finally swooping in for the kill. It satisfied something deep and instinctual within me, for I was a predator. And there was nothing wrong with that. Animals have to consume other lifeforms to survive. It is simply the way of things.
Still, it was also a pain. It was a pain to take the life of an animal, to take the life of a creature that felt fear and felt pain, to take the life of a creature that cried in desperation for that mercy which was not and could not be given. As I slit the throat of my prey – as his warm, dark orange blood coated my hands; its sweet, savory, rich, metallic, saliva-inducing scent wafting into my nostrils; tantalizing me with the promise of the feast that was to come – I felt hunger, yes. But I also felt as if a bowstring inside of me was pulled taut and then mercilessly released, letting loose a proverbial arrow that pierced my soul just as deeply as an actual arrow would pierce a creature’s heart. And from that wound, a shadow of grief spread throughout my entire being, like a thundercloud threatening to drown me in sorrow. As I watched the light leave his eyes, it felt as if the light within me dimmed a little bit as well. One couldn’t tell it from my detached expression, but I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was almost as if I actually cared about those I killed. Stupid empathy. Always such a bother; always trying to get in the way of what has to be done. I was a hunter; I had killed countless times before and should be beyond such things. Though I suppose I had never killed prey of this kind before. Prey of my kind before. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Better they get hurt than someone in my tribe. Better them… than Kolas.
Kolas was my youngest sister, still just a child. She’d be 6 La-cycles [9 Earth years] old now, barely a pre-adolescent [12 y.o. human maturation equivalent]. It would be a couple of La-cycles [3 Earth years] until she was old enough to join me in the Pack – if she wanted to, that is. I mean, she has never been anything but a shining epitome of kindness; not really the type to kill anything, let alone… this. But I’m sure that given time, she would come to understand the necessity of our role, and could learn to take the lives of at least our normal prey. But most importantly of all, if she joined the Pack, she would be given the chance to learn how to fight: which meant she would finally be able to defend herself.
Kolas was always a bit smaller and weaker than the other children her age, and they, recognizing her as an easy target, bullied her relentlessly for it. But perhaps her greatest bully of all was no child, but her own mother. Sabwo - our mother, and that of the tribe – had no patience for anything she saw as weakness. She believed that brute strength and might were incredibly important in a leader, and as her heirs, any lack of these qualities was unacceptable in us. She also believed that the best way to forge these attributes in a person was to beat it into them – both emotionally and physically – until their hides grew tough and their souls grew hard. I was lucky in that I had little trouble keeping up with her expectations; I was born a strong, healthy baby who was able to grow into a strong, healthy adult. Plus, I was naʻa [nonbinary], and thus considered sacred, so the village wouldn’t have let her get away with treating me too roughly. Our middle sister, Kovoy, though not protected by her gender and its associated status, was similarly advantaged in other ways: she grew up to be even stronger in body and tougher in spirit than I. Of course, things weren’t as easy for Kolas, my dear youngest sister.
Physically, she was put at a disadvantage with her naturally smaller frame; she didn’t stand a chance against the other kids – who were almost twice her weight – let alone Sabwo, who was not only an adult woman, but a rather large and muscular one at that. And emotionally, Kolas always had a very soft and sensitive nature. Sabwo always taught us that a leader must never let their emotions overwhelm them, nor should those emotions be allowed to sway one’s judgement. She also taught us that a leader should always handle themselves with aplomb, never betraying any sadness, fear, or even joy they may feel. The only emotion she ever showed freely, or encouraged us to show freely, was a sort of cold animosity that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to find themselves at the wrong end of her ire. Kolas’s personality, of course, was the exact opposite of this. She was the type to be both driven by and easily overwhelmed by her emotions, and to always show them outwardly. On top of that, there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.
Speaking of bodies, I was brought back to the reality of my current situation by a sharp pain on my left side, right below my ribs. I hadn’t had a bite to eat for 7 A-cycles [local days, each lasting 18 Earth hours; 7 A-cycles≈5 Earth days] now; I was looking forward to finally having a proper meal. Yet, as I looked down at my kill, that lifeless corpse, that used to be someone, someone with a life so similar to mine, *even more similar to my sis- …*no. I couldn’t think like that right now. As I stared at the… meat, because that’s all this was now, I reminded myself that really, I was saving the lives of those I loved. When I and the other hunters left my tribe, the crops were failing. And as we set out to look for game, we found none. I knew that if we did not return with something soon, Sabwo, as leader, would have to kill her own people so that we wouldn’t all starve. And knowing her; in all of her cold, calculating, loveless, glory; she’d slaughter the member of the tribe that she saw as contributing the least. Even if that person was her own youngest daughter – that little sister I loved so much.
“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” a hushed, but still-too-loud voice exclaimed in a poor attempt at whispering.
“Quiet, or we’ll get caught!” I hissed.
Lashayu, the owner of that voice, recoiled and shrunk to a quadrupedal stance, his long, bushed-up tail tucked between his legs and his ears lowered and pinned back in submission. Though I couldn’t help but notice that those ears were a rather dark shade of orange. Almost as if he were… flustered? No, that couldn’t be right; he was a child – and one that I’ve been nothing but cold to at that.
Our hunt chief, Hwoy, sent Lashayu to help me with this hunt. He had jumped down from a higher branch – one of many this treetop village was built upon – so that he landed right in front of our prey. With Lashayu’s presence as a distraction, it was easier for me to sneak up from behind and make the kill. Though a one-to-one fight would have been fairer and thus more honorable, we could not afford to care about such abstract values when the survival of our tribe depended on the success of this hunt. And apparently, even though Lashayu was armed with both a hunting knife and a rather long stick, our prey would have kicked his ass had I not been there to swiftly dispatch him before he could do so. Hence his earlier comment.
I really couldn’t blame him for his incompetence though, as he was so young and so new to the Pack. A, he was younger than I was when I joined, and barely older than Kolas was now! And unlike me, he didn’t even want to be here! Most boys are excited when it comes time for them to be drafted; having had it drilled into their heads from a young age that “it’s your sacred duty!” and “an honor to go out into the wilderness to provide for your tribe!”. But some, of course, are unpersuaded. The wilderness, after all, is a dangerous place. For one, we weren’t the only hunters out here. There were quite a few creatures higher on the food chain than us; losing a hunter was the most probable end to an encounter with them. Even those below us on the food chain could be dangerous; a hunt gone awry could spell disaster. On top of having to face such perils, Lashayu was forced to enact decisions that no 7 La-cycle old [11 y.o.; 15 y.o. human maturation equiv.] child should. To take any part in murder, even if it was for your own survival, would surely cause some lasting emotional effects. All things considered, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on Lashayu; he was dealing with a lot and didn’t deserve my criticism.
Besides, I couldn’t complete this hunt without him; I would need another person to help me carry out the body swiftly so that we wouldn’t be caught. Otherwise, an all-out war between our peoples could occur. Though we were obviously not above murder, we wanted to avoid such excessive bloodshed as war; it would just be a waste, really.
So, Lashayu pulled out two small lengths of rope from his pack, which we used to tie the wrists and ankles of our prey to the long stick Lashayu carried. That way, it would be much easier to transport the body. Now that I think about it, it was kind of fitting that Lashayu be the one to carry the stick we would use for this since his name literally translated to “stick”. The humorous play on words coaxed a small smile and tail flick from my previously stone-cold countenance. But I digress.
As we set off to bring the body back to the group, I returned to my musings about my sister. I tried to imagine Kolas as a hunter taking the kill, and couldn’t help but huff in amusement, for the sheer implausibility of her ever committing such an act was almost laughable.
No, she would not join the Pack. Even if it would bring us together, even if it was her best chance of escaping the constant harassment she faced back home, she would not do it.
“What’s so funny?” Lashayu inquired once we reached a distance where it was unlikely anyone would hear us as long as we remained quiet. “I- if I may ask, sir,” he quickly added, stumbling over himself in awkward, overexaggerated deference. It was honestly kind of cute. Not in a weird way of course, more like the way a small animal is cute. And not that I could tell him that anyway; a friendship between us could prove messy; it was for the best that our relationship remained strictly professional.
Processing his question, I heaved a wistful sigh, tail and ears lowered, a sad smile on my face. “Oh… it’s…” I stopped myself before I could get too personal. Could I really let him know just how worried I was about my sister?
He might think I’d gone soft. He might think I was weak. And I couldn’t, ever, be weak.
No, I must maintain my uncaring façade. So, I put on that mask of aggression that never failed to hide what was going on underneath; I pinned my ears back, gave my tail a good thrash, and snarled through gritted teeth: “It’s… it’s none of your business.”
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Also, though I do have plans for more chapters (in fact, actual NoP stuff won’t happen until chapter 4), I might not be able to complete them, at least not with any haste. I apologize if this is an inconvenience, but do keep in mind that all of this is free and thus offered solely at my discretion. That said, I hope you find this very entertaining! (and yes, that’s a Hazbin Hotel reference, for those of you in that fandom… and perhaps a bit of foreshadowing… ^`v´^.)
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Memory Transcription Subject: Skoy, Larul hunter
Date (standardized human time): December 18th, 2141
It was a pleasure to kill. Ever since my first hunt, 3 La-cycles [local years, each approximately 1.5 Earth years long] ago, I had relished in the many joys of the process. From stalking prey down, waiting for the perfect time to strike, to the climactic triumph of finally swooping in for the kill. It satisfied something deep and instinctual within me, for I was a predator. And there was nothing wrong with that. Animals have to consume other lifeforms to survive. It is simply the way of things.
Still, it was also a pain. It was a pain to take the life of an animal, to take the life of a creature that felt fear and felt pain, to take the life of a creature that cried in desperation for that mercy which was not and could not be given. As I slit the throat of my prey – as his warm, dark orange blood coated my hands; its sweet, savory, rich, metallic, saliva-inducing scent wafting into my nostrils; tantalizing me with the promise of the feast that was to come – I felt hunger, yes. But I also felt as if a bowstring inside of me was pulled taut and then mercilessly released, letting loose a proverbial arrow that pierced my soul just as deeply as an actual arrow would pierce a creature’s heart. And from that wound, a shadow of grief spread throughout my entire being, like a thundercloud threatening to drown me in sorrow. As I watched the light leave his eyes, it felt as if the light within me dimmed a little bit as well. One couldn’t tell it from my detached expression, but I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was almost as if I actually cared about those I killed. Stupid empathy. Always such a bother; always trying to get in the way of what has to be done. I was a hunter; I had killed countless times before and should be beyond such things. Though I suppose I had never killed prey of this kind before. Prey of my kind before. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Better they get hurt than someone in my tribe. Better them… than Kolas.
Kolas was my youngest sister, still just a child. She’d be 6 La-cycles [9 Earth years] old now, barely a pre-adolescent [12 y.o. human maturation equivalent]. It would be a couple of La-cycles [3 Earth years] until she was old enough to join me in the Pack – if she wanted to, that is. I mean, she has never been anything but a shining epitome of kindness; not really the type to kill anything, let alone… this. But I’m sure that given time, she would come to understand the necessity of our role, and could learn to take the lives of at least our normal prey. But most importantly of all, if she joined the Pack, she would be given the chance to learn how to fight: which meant she would finally be able to defend herself.
Kolas was always a bit smaller and weaker than the other children her age, and they, recognizing her as an easy target, bullied her relentlessly for it. But perhaps her greatest bully of all was no child, but her own mother. Sabwo - our mother, and that of the tribe – had no patience for anything she saw as weakness. She believed that brute strength and might were incredibly important in a leader, and as her heirs, any lack of these qualities was unacceptable in us. She also believed that the best way to forge these attributes in a person was to beat it into them – both emotionally and physically – until their hides grew tough and their souls grew hard. I was lucky in that I had little trouble keeping up with her expectations; I was born a strong, healthy baby who was able to grow into a strong, healthy adult. Plus, I was naʻa [nonbinary], and thus considered sacred, so the village wouldn’t have let her get away with treating me too roughly. Our middle sister, Kovoy, though not protected by her gender and its associated status, was similarly advantaged in other ways: she grew up to be even stronger in body and tougher in spirit than I. Of course, things weren’t as easy for Kolas, my dear youngest sister.
Physically, she was put at a disadvantage with her naturally smaller frame; she didn’t stand a chance against the other kids – who were almost twice her weight – let alone Sabwo, who was not only an adult woman, but a rather large and muscular one at that. And emotionally, Kolas always had a very soft and sensitive nature. Sabwo always taught us that a leader must never let their emotions overwhelm them, nor should those emotions be allowed to sway one’s judgement. She also taught us that a leader should always handle themselves with aplomb, never betraying any sadness, fear, or even joy they may feel. The only emotion she ever showed freely, or encouraged us to show freely, was a sort of cold animosity that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to find themselves at the wrong end of her ire. Kolas’s personality, of course, was the exact opposite of this. She was the type to be both driven by and easily overwhelmed by her emotions, and to always show them outwardly. On top of that, there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.
Speaking of bodies, I was brought back to the reality of my current situation by a sharp pain on my left side, right below my ribs. I hadn’t had a bite to eat for 7 A-cycles [local days, each lasting 18 Earth hours; 7 A-cycles≈5 Earth days] now; I was looking forward to finally having a proper meal. Yet, as I looked down at my kill, that lifeless corpse, that used to be someone, someone with a life so similar to mine, *even more similar to my sis- …*no. I couldn’t think like that right now. As I stared at the… meat, because that’s all this was now, I reminded myself that really, I was saving the lives of those I loved. When I and the other hunters left my tribe, the crops were failing. And as we set out to look for game, we found none. I knew that if we did not return with something soon, Sabwo, as leader, would have to kill her own people so that we wouldn’t all starve. And knowing her; in all of her cold, calculating, loveless, glory; she’d slaughter the member of the tribe that she saw as contributing the least. Even if that person was her own youngest daughter – that little sister I loved so much.
“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” a hushed, but still-too-loud voice exclaimed in a poor attempt at whispering.
“Quiet, or we’ll get caught!” I hissed.
Lashayu, the owner of that voice, recoiled and shrunk to a quadrupedal stance, his long, bushed-up tail tucked between his legs and his ears lowered and pinned back in submission. Though I couldn’t help but notice that those ears were a rather dark shade of orange. Almost as if he were… flustered? No, that couldn’t be right; he was a child – and one that I’ve been nothing but cold to at that.
Our hunt chief, Hwoy, sent Lashayu to help me with this hunt. He had jumped down from a higher branch – one of many this treetop village was built upon – so that he landed right in front of our prey. With Lashayu’s presence as a distraction, it was easier for me to sneak up from behind and make the kill. Though a one-to-one fight would have been fairer and thus more honorable, we could not afford to care about such abstract values when the survival of our tribe depended on the success of this hunt. And apparently, even though Lashayu was armed with both a hunting knife and a rather long stick, our prey would have kicked his ass had I not been there to swiftly dispatch him before he could do so. Hence his earlier comment.
I really couldn’t blame him for his incompetence though, as he was so young and so new to the Pack. A, he was younger than I was when I joined, and barely older than Kolas was now! And unlike me, he didn’t even want to be here! Most boys are excited when it comes time for them to be drafted; having had it drilled into their heads from a young age that “it’s your sacred duty!” and “an honor to go out into the wilderness to provide for your tribe!”. But some, of course, are unpersuaded. The wilderness, after all, is a dangerous place. For one, we weren’t the only hunters out here. There were quite a few creatures higher on the food chain than us; losing a hunter was the most probable end to an encounter with them. Even those below us on the food chain could be dangerous; a hunt gone awry could spell disaster. On top of having to face such perils, Lashayu was forced to enact decisions that no 7 La-cycle old [11 y.o.; 15 y.o. human maturation equiv.] child should. To take any part in murder, even if it was for your own survival, would surely cause some lasting emotional effects. All things considered, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on Lashayu; he was dealing with a lot and didn’t deserve my criticism.
Besides, I couldn’t complete this hunt without him; I would need another person to help me carry out the body swiftly so that we wouldn’t be caught. Otherwise, an all-out war between our peoples could occur. Though we were obviously not above murder, we wanted to avoid such excessive bloodshed as war; it would just be a waste, really.
So, Lashayu pulled out two small lengths of rope from his pack, which we used to tie the wrists and ankles of our prey to the long stick Lashayu carried. That way, it would be much easier to transport the body. Now that I think about it, it was kind of fitting that Lashayu be the one to carry the stick we would use for this since his name literally translated to “stick”. The humorous play on words coaxed a small smile and tail flick from my previously stone-cold countenance. But I digress.
As we set off to bring the body back to the group, I returned to my musings about my sister. I tried to imagine Kolas as a hunter taking the kill, and couldn’t help but huff in amusement, for the sheer implausibility of her ever committing such an act was almost laughable.
No, she would not join the Pack. Even if it would bring us together, even if it was her best chance of escaping the constant harassment she faced back home, she would not do it.
“What’s so funny?” Lashayu inquired once we reached a distance where it was unlikely anyone would hear us as long as we remained quiet. “I- if I may ask, sir,” he quickly added, stumbling over himself in awkward, overexaggerated deference. It was honestly kind of cute. Not in a weird way of course, more like the way a small animal is cute. And not that I could tell him that anyway; a friendship between us could prove messy; it was for the best that our relationship remained strictly professional.
Processing his question, I heaved a wistful sigh, tail and ears lowered, a sad smile on my face. “Oh… it’s…” I stopped myself before I could get too personal. Could I really let him know just how worried I was about my sister?
He might think I’d gone soft. He might think I was weak. And I couldn’t, ever, be weak.
No, I must maintain my uncaring façade. So, I put on that mask of aggression that never failed to hide what was going on underneath; I pinned my ears back, gave my tail a good thrash, and snarled through gritted teeth: “It’s… it’s none of your business.”
2023.06.04 06:45 Soymilk_tea FearFul Great Dane Adolescent and socialization
Hello all, I'm back agin for more advice, this time on socialization for my adolescent Great Dane puppy. Moose just turned 9mos old at the end of May and I have only had him since he was 6mos old. When we first got him, I found him in a rehoming group and upon talking to the woman who had him she mentioned she had a family member pass away and was unable to care for him. A couple of red flags when I picked him up. He was underweight, mainly due to a not so great feed, though she says it was because he 'ran it all off' and when she handed me his vaccination reports, from a vet 3 hours away in Alabama, she let it be know that he did not have a rabies shot...at 6 months old.
So we bring him home, we isolate him from my other pets, just in case, and I immediately call the vet. Get him an appointment for the next day and get him his rabies, bordatella, flea and tick, and Heartguard. At the vet, he nervously growled at he vet and his tech when they came into the room, and hid in the corner. I did my best to not let him hide behind me, but by the end of the visit, he took a treat the tech had thrown his direction and was fine. He didn't growl at the receptionist or even the dog that ran up to him, which I inserted myself in between the two before he cold make it over there.
Though now that I am trying to work on socializing him more, it appears he is a very nervous and unconfident dog. He barks when the door to our house opens, not the doorbell, but for example if I return home from work, and he is in the living room with my mom, the moment he hears the door its barking, not aggressive barking bt more alert style barking. He will walk p to the baby gate we have up and look at you, bark a few times, then wag his tail.
We've taken him outside a few cafes, and haven't let anyone touch him, but it is very wishy washy, sometimes people will walk by and he will do nothing, other times he will bark, and low growl while baking up. But when I have taken him to Pet friendly stores, there was no growling at other people or children except once when a child was very loud. He even saw a woman carrying her small dog and he simply looked at them pass by, it wasn't until the woman backed up and started talking to my dog that he growled, only once, and then stopped.
We even had our coworker, Susan, come and help watch him for a day while my mother, and I had to attend a funeral a little ways away, and she told us he was a peach for her, no growling, or barking, just very calm.
I'm just super frustrated, I personally have never taken him to a dog park, or anything, and it feels like every time I try to socialize him, I look like a bad dog owner. most people see him and understand he is a puppy and is nervous but I want to help my dog be more confident and socialized so I can do things like sit outside in cafe's and take him to PetSmart etc. without having to worry about him reacting negatively to other people. I don't let people pet him or anything, but if they have questions I let them talk to me, so he gets used to people being around etc.
I watch a lot of dog shows, which usually have barking and other people talking, on the TV while he's in the room, and he never reacts to that so is that a good sign? any tips/ ideas would be greatly appreciated. We have a dog park in the area with an agility course I Want to take him too(hopefully for his confidence), when the park is empty but every time I go by there, there are always other dogs so we don't stop. Does this sound like reactivity based on fear and unconfidence or is there something else? If it is something else what do you think it is, and is it too late for my adolescent dog? Socialization tips are welcome
thanks in advance, -Ray
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So we bring him home, we isolate him from my other pets, just in case, and I immediately call the vet. Get him an appointment for the next day and get him his rabies, bordatella, flea and tick, and Heartguard. At the vet, he nervously growled at he vet and his tech when they came into the room, and hid in the corner. I did my best to not let him hide behind me, but by the end of the visit, he took a treat the tech had thrown his direction and was fine. He didn't growl at the receptionist or even the dog that ran up to him, which I inserted myself in between the two before he cold make it over there.
Though now that I am trying to work on socializing him more, it appears he is a very nervous and unconfident dog. He barks when the door to our house opens, not the doorbell, but for example if I return home from work, and he is in the living room with my mom, the moment he hears the door its barking, not aggressive barking bt more alert style barking. He will walk p to the baby gate we have up and look at you, bark a few times, then wag his tail.
We've taken him outside a few cafes, and haven't let anyone touch him, but it is very wishy washy, sometimes people will walk by and he will do nothing, other times he will bark, and low growl while baking up. But when I have taken him to Pet friendly stores, there was no growling at other people or children except once when a child was very loud. He even saw a woman carrying her small dog and he simply looked at them pass by, it wasn't until the woman backed up and started talking to my dog that he growled, only once, and then stopped.
We even had our coworker, Susan, come and help watch him for a day while my mother, and I had to attend a funeral a little ways away, and she told us he was a peach for her, no growling, or barking, just very calm.
I'm just super frustrated, I personally have never taken him to a dog park, or anything, and it feels like every time I try to socialize him, I look like a bad dog owner. most people see him and understand he is a puppy and is nervous but I want to help my dog be more confident and socialized so I can do things like sit outside in cafe's and take him to PetSmart etc. without having to worry about him reacting negatively to other people. I don't let people pet him or anything, but if they have questions I let them talk to me, so he gets used to people being around etc.
I watch a lot of dog shows, which usually have barking and other people talking, on the TV while he's in the room, and he never reacts to that so is that a good sign? any tips/ ideas would be greatly appreciated. We have a dog park in the area with an agility course I Want to take him too(hopefully for his confidence), when the park is empty but every time I go by there, there are always other dogs so we don't stop. Does this sound like reactivity based on fear and unconfidence or is there something else? If it is something else what do you think it is, and is it too late for my adolescent dog? Socialization tips are welcome
thanks in advance, -Ray
2023.06.04 06:40 RyderHammer NEVER pick up the phone for a number you don't know
Alright, I don't have much time, I am currently hiding in a cramped-up closet. I can hear it moving outside my room. You're most likely wondering how I got here, or why I don't have time. Well here is my story. One sunny California day, I was sitting on my lumpy couch with a new phone I had just bought. It had all the important apps I would spend most of my days on (Youtube, Tiktok, etc.) But I was too lazy to insert a SIM card into my phone. I was checking some Youtube, then over to TikTok repeat like what I always do. Eventually, I decided to put the SIM card into my phone so I can add my parents' numbers and my friends as well. I glance over to the counter where I had left the SIM and lazily get up from the couch as its leather detaches from my skin.
It's only a few steps from the couch but for some reason, it felt longer, maybe it was my laziness or tiredness but it felt as if you were walking up a never-ending staircase. Eventually, I reached the marble counter, but instead of the SIM card being there, there was nothing! "Must have misplaced it?" I thought, trying to come up with a reason. I closed my eyes for a long blink before jogging over to my closet, things always got lost in there. For some reason though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As I was miles deep into the pile of clothes I heard, a few steps away from me *BUZZZZ* The very distinct sound of my phone ringing "Must be my imagination" I murmured. My entire body was covered by this point. Then I hear the same sound again, then again, then again. Eventually, I get fed up with the ringing and burst out of the sea of clothes. And trudge over to my still-ringing phone.
"19 Missed Calls" it reads. "Odd" I blurted out loudly. I pick up my phone with a sense of urgency. *BUZZZZ* Another call rings in. I've seen enough horror movies to know to not pick up the phone. *RING* It goes, I had got a text, "Let me in!" It read. I looked at my phone in fear, I have no idea why, but still, it sent chills down my spine. Just then an Amber Alert set off in my phone "Masked killer seems to be stalking around (they said my neighbourhood)" it read. I almost screamed. But I managed to stay calm and ran into my bedroom.
I ran so fast I almost knocked down a picture of my mom- we had just had her funeral last Tuesday. When I got into my room I closed my window and locked my door. *BUZZZZ* my phone went, I decided to be a man and answered it, and all I could hear was low breathing, then another Amber Alert "Masked killer has been sighted outside of (they said my address)" My heart pounded, I ran into the closet I am in now, and here is where my story resumes, "Honey, come out now" A familiar voice says outside, another Amber Alert rings on my phone "Masked killer can replicate voices, STAY AWAY" it reads. I remember the voice now, it's my mom's. "Honey, it is ok" My mom repeats. I have to open the door now, goodbye. My mom is home...
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It's only a few steps from the couch but for some reason, it felt longer, maybe it was my laziness or tiredness but it felt as if you were walking up a never-ending staircase. Eventually, I reached the marble counter, but instead of the SIM card being there, there was nothing! "Must have misplaced it?" I thought, trying to come up with a reason. I closed my eyes for a long blink before jogging over to my closet, things always got lost in there. For some reason though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As I was miles deep into the pile of clothes I heard, a few steps away from me *BUZZZZ* The very distinct sound of my phone ringing "Must be my imagination" I murmured. My entire body was covered by this point. Then I hear the same sound again, then again, then again. Eventually, I get fed up with the ringing and burst out of the sea of clothes. And trudge over to my still-ringing phone.
"19 Missed Calls" it reads. "Odd" I blurted out loudly. I pick up my phone with a sense of urgency. *BUZZZZ* Another call rings in. I've seen enough horror movies to know to not pick up the phone. *RING* It goes, I had got a text, "Let me in!" It read. I looked at my phone in fear, I have no idea why, but still, it sent chills down my spine. Just then an Amber Alert set off in my phone "Masked killer seems to be stalking around (they said my neighbourhood)" it read. I almost screamed. But I managed to stay calm and ran into my bedroom.
I ran so fast I almost knocked down a picture of my mom- we had just had her funeral last Tuesday. When I got into my room I closed my window and locked my door. *BUZZZZ* my phone went, I decided to be a man and answered it, and all I could hear was low breathing, then another Amber Alert "Masked killer has been sighted outside of (they said my address)" My heart pounded, I ran into the closet I am in now, and here is where my story resumes, "Honey, come out now" A familiar voice says outside, another Amber Alert rings on my phone "Masked killer can replicate voices, STAY AWAY" it reads. I remember the voice now, it's my mom's. "Honey, it is ok" My mom repeats. I have to open the door now, goodbye. My mom is home...
2023.06.04 06:39 RyderHammer NEVER Pick Up The Phone For A Number You Dont Know
Alright, I don't have much time, I am currently hiding in a cramped-up closet. I can hear it moving outside my room. You're most likely wondering how I got here, or why I don't have time. Well here is my story. One sunny California day, I was sitting on my lumpy couch with a new phone I had just bought. It had all the important apps I would spend most of my days on (Youtube, Tiktok, etc.) But I was too lazy to insert a SIM card into my phone. I was checking some Youtube, then over to TikTok repeat like what I always do. Eventually, I decided to put the SIM card into my phone so I can add my parents' numbers and my friends as well. I glance over to the counter where I had left the SIM and lazily get up from the couch as its leather detaches from my skin.
It's only a few steps from the couch but for some reason, it felt longer, maybe it was my laziness or tiredness but it felt as if you were walking up a never-ending staircase. Eventually, I reached the marble counter, but instead of the SIM card being there, there was nothing! "Must have misplaced it?" I thought, trying to come up with a reason. I closed my eyes for a long blink before jogging over to my closet, things always got lost in there. For some reason though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As I was miles deep into the pile of clothes I heard, a few steps away from me *BUZZZZ\* The very distinct sound of my phone ringing "Must be my imagination" I murmured. My entire body was covered by this point. Then I hear the same sound again, then again, then again. Eventually, I get fed up with the ringing and burst out of the sea of clothes. And trudge over to my still-ringing phone.
"19 Missed Calls" it reads. "Odd" I blurted out loudly. I pick up my phone with a sense of urgency. *BUZZZZ\* Another call rings in. I've seen enough horror movies to know to not pick up the phone. *RING\* It goes, I had got a text, "Let me in!" It read. I looked at my phone in fear, I have no idea why, but still, it sent chills down my spine. Just then an Amber Alert set off in my phone "Masked killer seems to be stalking around (they said my neighbourhood)" it read. I almost screamed. But I managed to stay calm and ran into my bedroom.
I ran so fast I almost knocked down a picture of my mom- we had just had her funeral last Tuesday. When I got into my room I closed my window and locked my door. *BUZZZZ\* my phone went, I decided to be a man and answered it, and all I could hear was low breathing, then another Amber Alert "Masked killer has been sighted outside of (they said my address)" My heart pounded, I ran into the closet I am in now, and here is where my story resumes, "Honey, come out now" A familiar voice says outside, another Amber Alert rings on my phone "Masked killer can replicate voices, STAY AWAY" it reads. I remember the voice now, it's my mom's. "Honey, it is ok" My mom repeats. I have to open the door now, goodbye. My mom is home...
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It's only a few steps from the couch but for some reason, it felt longer, maybe it was my laziness or tiredness but it felt as if you were walking up a never-ending staircase. Eventually, I reached the marble counter, but instead of the SIM card being there, there was nothing! "Must have misplaced it?" I thought, trying to come up with a reason. I closed my eyes for a long blink before jogging over to my closet, things always got lost in there. For some reason though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As I was miles deep into the pile of clothes I heard, a few steps away from me *BUZZZZ\* The very distinct sound of my phone ringing "Must be my imagination" I murmured. My entire body was covered by this point. Then I hear the same sound again, then again, then again. Eventually, I get fed up with the ringing and burst out of the sea of clothes. And trudge over to my still-ringing phone.
"19 Missed Calls" it reads. "Odd" I blurted out loudly. I pick up my phone with a sense of urgency. *BUZZZZ\* Another call rings in. I've seen enough horror movies to know to not pick up the phone. *RING\* It goes, I had got a text, "Let me in!" It read. I looked at my phone in fear, I have no idea why, but still, it sent chills down my spine. Just then an Amber Alert set off in my phone "Masked killer seems to be stalking around (they said my neighbourhood)" it read. I almost screamed. But I managed to stay calm and ran into my bedroom.
I ran so fast I almost knocked down a picture of my mom- we had just had her funeral last Tuesday. When I got into my room I closed my window and locked my door. *BUZZZZ\* my phone went, I decided to be a man and answered it, and all I could hear was low breathing, then another Amber Alert "Masked killer has been sighted outside of (they said my address)" My heart pounded, I ran into the closet I am in now, and here is where my story resumes, "Honey, come out now" A familiar voice says outside, another Amber Alert rings on my phone "Masked killer can replicate voices, STAY AWAY" it reads. I remember the voice now, it's my mom's. "Honey, it is ok" My mom repeats. I have to open the door now, goodbye. My mom is home...
2023.06.04 06:36 hoodedknight5 Defining the relationship, anxiety, and uncertainty. 24m, 22f
I (24m) started seeing this girl (22f) about 5 months ago after we matched on hinge. We have been going on dinner dates, and hooking up/ she sleeps over about once a week for 5 months. We have a glass of wine and exchange in small talk/ banter before hooking up. It was more like a friends with benefits type situation even though neither of us has previously brought up exclusivity or defined the relationship.
This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR: Should i provide my instagram info, and did I do the right thing saying im not ready for a relationship?Thank you.
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This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR: Should i provide my instagram info, and did I do the right thing saying im not ready for a relationship?Thank you.
2023.06.04 06:23 hashbrown3stacks Does secondhand grief lead to PTSD?
Thought popped into my head: do people whose occupations involve regular contract with deeply bereft people have a high incidence of PTSD?
I was thinking of veterinarians but I suppose funeral home workers would have even more of this.
*I don't work in any such industry. Purely asking out of curiosity, Google wasn't much help. Wanted to ask on psychology but they have a lot of criteria for posting
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I was thinking of veterinarians but I suppose funeral home workers would have even more of this.
*I don't work in any such industry. Purely asking out of curiosity, Google wasn't much help. Wanted to ask on psychology but they have a lot of criteria for posting
2023.06.04 06:16 hoodedknight5 Defining the relationship, anxiety, and uncertainty. 24m, 22f
I (24m) started seeing this girl (22f) about 5 months ago after we matched on hinge. We have been going on dinner dates, and hooking up/ she sleeps over about once a week for 5 months. We have a glass of wine and exchange in small talk/ banter before hooking up. It was more like a friends with benefits type situation even though neither of us has previously brought up exclusivity or defined the relationship.
This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR:
Should i provide my instagram info, and did I do the right thing saying im not ready for a relationship?Thank you.
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This all changed a month ago when her dad died. She had to travel back home and I felt really bad and messaged her a lot during the funeral weeks. She became more clingy and texted me more hearts, and saying how much she misses me. When she came back, we went on dates and she even invited me to a party where I met her friends. She's a sweet girl but I could tell she was getting attached. Yesterday, I asked her what she was looking for and after she said "i dont know", I said that I am not ready to commit to a relationship or exclusivity right now in my life. This is because I am very focused on my school, finally feel mentally healthy after a toxic past relationship, and am enjoying my free time and don't want to commit because she will be moving back far away for the summer. I dont know if im doing the right thing.
After our talk she cried. She asked if she scared me away, and I ensured her I enjoy spending time with her and want to see her again, but wanted to be honest about my intentions. She understood and we are cool still and text still. She asked for my instagram to follow me. I am very nervous and this triggered anxiety. This is because my instagram is super private after my last toxic girlfriend, stalked and harassed me on instagram and I almost had to get a restraining order for it. That was 2 years ago and Im finally healed from that but feel hesitant to share my IG information. Any advice on what to do or what to say?
TLDR:
Should i provide my instagram info, and did I do the right thing saying im not ready for a relationship?Thank you.
2023.06.04 05:56 sister_moon1 My Story of Growing Up With Psychics and Mediums
This is a true story of my young life growing up with psychics and mediums and I believe it was a necessary experience for me to have, in order to adjust me to being a psychic and a medium, it is both a very fortunate, and an unfortunate story. I say it was fortunate because it gave me a strong foundation of knowing and believing in spirit, and a family that never doubted me when I began having psychic experiences, and of course it was unfortunate because I got to experience such things that most young children should not ever know.
I came to realise that spirits existed from a very young age because my grandmother, mother, uncle and his wife, my aunty, were all open to spirit in one way or another.
And we all lived together in the same home within the UK.
My cousin lived there too, he was my uncles son and he was 18 months older than me.
My earliest memories of the house was around the year 1967 when I was 3 years old. My mother had her back to me, she was sitting in a chair holding my new baby brother, and he was looking at me over my mothers shoulder and smiling, I was smiling back at him and I was very excited to have a baby brother, but sadly this joy didn't last long as he died tragically, when he was only 3 months old. Looking back now on that single memory, I often think of how old and intelligent his soul was for a young baby, to be aware of me at such a tender young age.
Has I mentioned, I was very young and the house we lived in was haunted by at least three spirits. I never actually saw any of these spirits myself, and I don't believe my cousin did either, but I heard lots of screams and screeches from my mother and my aunty, whenever they witnessed an apparition. !
My Grandmother was the sober, and less excitable of the adults, but even she had a few funny turns from time to time, and I often overheard stories of a young child that was seen playing in the garden (she was a girl) or of the red haired women that had been seen on the stairs.
On one occasion, I remember I was sitting playing in the kitchen, it was a bright summers day and my aunty and my mother were busy spring cleaning the house. The door in the kitchen lead into the lounge and there was an old wooden door to the right, when you entered the lounge that lead to the stairs leading to the upper bedrooms. The door to the kitchen and the stairwell door were both wedged open, as my aunty was busy brushing the stairs with the tall handled broom, the atmosphere was pleasant and happily busy, when out of nowhere, I heard a terrifying scream coming from my aunty, followed by running as she flew down the stairs, my grandmother was up and out of the kitchen and I overheard my aunty talking to my grandmother about seeing the lady's long red hair floating as she looked up from her brushing, just when it disappeared down the stairs.
There were a couple of other instances of the little girl being seen in the garden and the red haired lady on the stairs, I only ever heard my grandmother and my aunty talk about seeing them.
The most scary of all the incidents that ever happened in that house, happened when I was about 5 or 6 years old, and it had me terrified of the stairwell right on up until we finally moved out.
Before beginning this terrifying story, I do think I should mention that the house never had any creepy or eerie feeling and the overall atmosphere of the place was pleasant. I should also mention that my mother was a lazy selfish women, and this story is her experience alone, although, by default its mine too.
It was a terribly wet, windy day, it hadn't stopped raining all day long and now it was late in the afternoon and the shopping needed to be done for us all to have dinner. My uncle and aunty had moved out at this time, so there was just my cousin, me, my mother and my grandmother who was 70 years old that were still living there. My selfish mother did not want to go out in the pouring rain and so it was left to my grandmother to have to get ready to go, I did not want my grandmother to go out in the pouring rain, she was old and wind and the weather was very bad. I think I asked if I could go with her, but I wasn't allowed. I remember looking out the window at the grey sky and all the rain, worrying about my grandma, for what seemed like forever. then finally I saw her shadow arriving back and coming up our path, and I ran to the door to greet her.
When she got in the lounge she looked very ill and her poor face was ashen white, her coat and clothes were soaking wet and I was very sad to see her looking so ill, and my mother ran around to make hot tea and get her dry clothes and towels.
Much later that evening I'd fallen to sleep on the coach, and my mother was carrying me up the stairs to bed, she had nearly gotten up to the landing when I was awoken by my mother screaming for her mother on the top of the stairs.! I woke up and tried to look to see why my mother was screaming, but my mother held my head pressed in her chest, so I could not see anything, then I heard and saw my grandmother shouting and waving her umbrella in the air, has she came up the stairs to the rescue, My mother came down the stairs with me and that night we slept in the lounge on the sofa.
I don't recall when I heard them talking about that night, but I know I was still in the house as I was terrified to go up those stairs at night after hearing that, so I was still very young when I heard about it.
what I heard was terrifying. !!!
My mother said she was climbing the stairs the light on the landing was off, but there was a full moon out illuminating through the landing window, so it was bright enough to see as she walked up the stairs towards the landing, she said she heard someone breathing and has she looked up she saw a figure coming out of the spare room that was at the far end of our hallway, the figure was covered in hair right down to near the floor and she couldn't see its face, she saw it put it's hand on the banister rail as it was moving towards her, and she said the nails were long, yellow, and twisted around like a cork screw and she could hear the breathing getting loader as it was coming towards her
This is the point when I heard my mother scream for her mother, and she added that when grandma opened the stairway door it started to move back towards the room where it came from and finally disappeared just before grandma had gotten up the stairs, so grandma saw nothing.
I believe I overheard repeated pieces of conversations about this at different times, when grandma and my mother were talking in the lounge, unfortunately in those times the assumption was that younger children didn't really understand what you were talking about. but I did, and I was terrified I would see the same thing too, but no one ever did.
My grandmother concluded that it was her dead husband, my grandfather, that had scared my mother that evening for her wickedness of letting her poor old mother go out in such weather, and I have to agree, especially after having a psychic encounter with him myself years later.
It was not a terrifying encounter, but he warned me very softly but seriously of the dangers of dabbling with drugs and the effects it has on the soul when you pass, I understood then that my grandfather was the patriarch that kept the family all in check, and even after he'd passed on, he was still watching out for us, needless to say, but I headed his warning and never messed with drugs again.
It sounds very strange to say this, but besides all the things that happened, I did love that house and have some of my fondest memories there of when all my family were happily together, unfortunately there is only me, my cousin, and my mother left who remembers those days in that house.
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I came to realise that spirits existed from a very young age because my grandmother, mother, uncle and his wife, my aunty, were all open to spirit in one way or another.
And we all lived together in the same home within the UK.
My cousin lived there too, he was my uncles son and he was 18 months older than me.
My earliest memories of the house was around the year 1967 when I was 3 years old. My mother had her back to me, she was sitting in a chair holding my new baby brother, and he was looking at me over my mothers shoulder and smiling, I was smiling back at him and I was very excited to have a baby brother, but sadly this joy didn't last long as he died tragically, when he was only 3 months old. Looking back now on that single memory, I often think of how old and intelligent his soul was for a young baby, to be aware of me at such a tender young age.
Has I mentioned, I was very young and the house we lived in was haunted by at least three spirits. I never actually saw any of these spirits myself, and I don't believe my cousin did either, but I heard lots of screams and screeches from my mother and my aunty, whenever they witnessed an apparition. !
My Grandmother was the sober, and less excitable of the adults, but even she had a few funny turns from time to time, and I often overheard stories of a young child that was seen playing in the garden (she was a girl) or of the red haired women that had been seen on the stairs.
On one occasion, I remember I was sitting playing in the kitchen, it was a bright summers day and my aunty and my mother were busy spring cleaning the house. The door in the kitchen lead into the lounge and there was an old wooden door to the right, when you entered the lounge that lead to the stairs leading to the upper bedrooms. The door to the kitchen and the stairwell door were both wedged open, as my aunty was busy brushing the stairs with the tall handled broom, the atmosphere was pleasant and happily busy, when out of nowhere, I heard a terrifying scream coming from my aunty, followed by running as she flew down the stairs, my grandmother was up and out of the kitchen and I overheard my aunty talking to my grandmother about seeing the lady's long red hair floating as she looked up from her brushing, just when it disappeared down the stairs.
There were a couple of other instances of the little girl being seen in the garden and the red haired lady on the stairs, I only ever heard my grandmother and my aunty talk about seeing them.
The most scary of all the incidents that ever happened in that house, happened when I was about 5 or 6 years old, and it had me terrified of the stairwell right on up until we finally moved out.
Before beginning this terrifying story, I do think I should mention that the house never had any creepy or eerie feeling and the overall atmosphere of the place was pleasant. I should also mention that my mother was a lazy selfish women, and this story is her experience alone, although, by default its mine too.
It was a terribly wet, windy day, it hadn't stopped raining all day long and now it was late in the afternoon and the shopping needed to be done for us all to have dinner. My uncle and aunty had moved out at this time, so there was just my cousin, me, my mother and my grandmother who was 70 years old that were still living there. My selfish mother did not want to go out in the pouring rain and so it was left to my grandmother to have to get ready to go, I did not want my grandmother to go out in the pouring rain, she was old and wind and the weather was very bad. I think I asked if I could go with her, but I wasn't allowed. I remember looking out the window at the grey sky and all the rain, worrying about my grandma, for what seemed like forever. then finally I saw her shadow arriving back and coming up our path, and I ran to the door to greet her.
When she got in the lounge she looked very ill and her poor face was ashen white, her coat and clothes were soaking wet and I was very sad to see her looking so ill, and my mother ran around to make hot tea and get her dry clothes and towels.
Much later that evening I'd fallen to sleep on the coach, and my mother was carrying me up the stairs to bed, she had nearly gotten up to the landing when I was awoken by my mother screaming for her mother on the top of the stairs.! I woke up and tried to look to see why my mother was screaming, but my mother held my head pressed in her chest, so I could not see anything, then I heard and saw my grandmother shouting and waving her umbrella in the air, has she came up the stairs to the rescue, My mother came down the stairs with me and that night we slept in the lounge on the sofa.
I don't recall when I heard them talking about that night, but I know I was still in the house as I was terrified to go up those stairs at night after hearing that, so I was still very young when I heard about it.
what I heard was terrifying. !!!
My mother said she was climbing the stairs the light on the landing was off, but there was a full moon out illuminating through the landing window, so it was bright enough to see as she walked up the stairs towards the landing, she said she heard someone breathing and has she looked up she saw a figure coming out of the spare room that was at the far end of our hallway, the figure was covered in hair right down to near the floor and she couldn't see its face, she saw it put it's hand on the banister rail as it was moving towards her, and she said the nails were long, yellow, and twisted around like a cork screw and she could hear the breathing getting loader as it was coming towards her
This is the point when I heard my mother scream for her mother, and she added that when grandma opened the stairway door it started to move back towards the room where it came from and finally disappeared just before grandma had gotten up the stairs, so grandma saw nothing.
I believe I overheard repeated pieces of conversations about this at different times, when grandma and my mother were talking in the lounge, unfortunately in those times the assumption was that younger children didn't really understand what you were talking about. but I did, and I was terrified I would see the same thing too, but no one ever did.
My grandmother concluded that it was her dead husband, my grandfather, that had scared my mother that evening for her wickedness of letting her poor old mother go out in such weather, and I have to agree, especially after having a psychic encounter with him myself years later.
It was not a terrifying encounter, but he warned me very softly but seriously of the dangers of dabbling with drugs and the effects it has on the soul when you pass, I understood then that my grandfather was the patriarch that kept the family all in check, and even after he'd passed on, he was still watching out for us, needless to say, but I headed his warning and never messed with drugs again.
It sounds very strange to say this, but besides all the things that happened, I did love that house and have some of my fondest memories there of when all my family were happily together, unfortunately there is only me, my cousin, and my mother left who remembers those days in that house.
2023.06.04 05:55 AGstanx3 My friend Hammonds father passed away ❤️🩹
 | Hi everyone ! My good friend has lost his father. Never knew his father but I know Hammond and he has been such a caring friend never letting me walk home alone at night after hanging out with everyone , and always spreading joy and knowledge . He is autistic and is working but in no shape at all to pay for his fathers funeral services . submitted by AGstanx3 to gofundme [link] [comments] He has posted a link on his Instagram but he does not have many followers at all (I don’t either) . I just want to get it out there as much as I can .. for anyone who is willing to donate anything at all would help ! ♥️ https://gofund.me/1be75dc4 Thank you to everyone. God bless |
2023.06.04 05:39 TheTopernator Vacaville/Fairfield/Dixon Marines... I could use a hand.
Active duty MSgt here in town to eulogize my father at his funeral at the Sacramento Valley National Cemetery.
BLUF: Forgot the anodized punch hole buttons on my blues coat. Would love to wear them for dads funeral (he was Vietnam).
Do any of your prior service devils/reservists in the area have some anodized buttons i could borrow?
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BLUF: Forgot the anodized punch hole buttons on my blues coat. Would love to wear them for dads funeral (he was Vietnam).
Do any of your prior service devils/reservists in the area have some anodized buttons i could borrow?
2023.06.04 05:34 DueceHigh33 Getting these puppies Monday. Any quick tips appreciated!
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2023.06.04 05:28 AccordingDaikon3671 Help me think of comebacks to use at my Baby Shower when my husband’s incoherent family makes rude comments
My MIL is having a baby shower for me and my partner next weekend. I’m a short, mid-size woman and will be 33 weeks pregnant at the shower. My fundal measurements are normal for this stage, but my husband’s tall, skinny cousins don’t have a filter and don’t shut up about how “huge” I am and I “must be having a large baby”.
They also love to ask me why I’m wearing whatever I happen to be wearing. “It’s so hot, why are you wearing that?”, “omg you must be sweating so much in all black”, “don’t you think you should put some shorts on?”, “a dress would have been cooler”. Whether they’re trying to be nice or not, I’m very uncomfortable with my weight as I’ve gained 40 lbs so far in this pregnancy and I kind of feel like they’re calling me on this on purpose. At least that’s how it feels. They are always wearing revealing clothing that is borderline inappropriate for the situation and then will comment on my outfit in front of everyone.
My father in law also gained notoriety this Christmas when we announced our pregnancy at the family Xmas gathering and he exclaimed that he “noticed (I) was getting fat because my hips were getting so large” but he didn’t realize I was pregnant because he “just figured it’s from sitting around because you’re unemployed”. (I have a business and work from home actually). He said this in front of a crowd of 14 people, seconds after our announcement. I was only 9 weeks along which made it hurt my feelings even more. And I had actually lost weight too from the morning sickness. I cried and it ruined xmas. Everyone was mad at me for taking it too seriously. Even my partner was a little mad that I got so upset.
My father in law also told me I should “watch (husband’s cousin) breast feed her 1 year old so I could watch and learn how”. He said this at a public event with my MIL’s coworkers in a circle chatting around us.
My husband’s uncle will also be at the shower, he is known for a few years ago when he was yelling across the room demanding repeatedly to know why I haven’t given my partner a baby yet… at my husband’s grandma’s funeral. I hadn’t gotten pregnant yet because I have PCOS and we struggled for a couple years to conceive.
My MIL doesn’t say these dumb comments to me like everyone else, but instead loves to berate my husband’s looks in front of a crowd. Tonight she was shouting that he’s “getting fat and getting a paunch” out loud in front of the family. He pretended not to hear her but he’s been very sensitive about some recent weight gain.
I was terribly abused by my family growing up and their toxicity completely ruined my self esteem. I’ve been in therapy for a while and am healing from that damage, but the healed version of me wants to stand up for myself when they make these horrible comments. I don’t want to just brush it off and take it. But I’m also worried about their reactions if I call them out, and I don’t want to ruin the baby shower. I’m hoping to plan ahead a little and maybe have some comebacks in my toolkit that will make them think twice about treating me this way without making everyone upset and ruining the shower.
What are some good comebacks you’ve used or heard in these situations? Or just responses to politely yet firmly put them in their place?
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They also love to ask me why I’m wearing whatever I happen to be wearing. “It’s so hot, why are you wearing that?”, “omg you must be sweating so much in all black”, “don’t you think you should put some shorts on?”, “a dress would have been cooler”. Whether they’re trying to be nice or not, I’m very uncomfortable with my weight as I’ve gained 40 lbs so far in this pregnancy and I kind of feel like they’re calling me on this on purpose. At least that’s how it feels. They are always wearing revealing clothing that is borderline inappropriate for the situation and then will comment on my outfit in front of everyone.
My father in law also gained notoriety this Christmas when we announced our pregnancy at the family Xmas gathering and he exclaimed that he “noticed (I) was getting fat because my hips were getting so large” but he didn’t realize I was pregnant because he “just figured it’s from sitting around because you’re unemployed”. (I have a business and work from home actually). He said this in front of a crowd of 14 people, seconds after our announcement. I was only 9 weeks along which made it hurt my feelings even more. And I had actually lost weight too from the morning sickness. I cried and it ruined xmas. Everyone was mad at me for taking it too seriously. Even my partner was a little mad that I got so upset.
My father in law also told me I should “watch (husband’s cousin) breast feed her 1 year old so I could watch and learn how”. He said this at a public event with my MIL’s coworkers in a circle chatting around us.
My husband’s uncle will also be at the shower, he is known for a few years ago when he was yelling across the room demanding repeatedly to know why I haven’t given my partner a baby yet… at my husband’s grandma’s funeral. I hadn’t gotten pregnant yet because I have PCOS and we struggled for a couple years to conceive.
My MIL doesn’t say these dumb comments to me like everyone else, but instead loves to berate my husband’s looks in front of a crowd. Tonight she was shouting that he’s “getting fat and getting a paunch” out loud in front of the family. He pretended not to hear her but he’s been very sensitive about some recent weight gain.
I was terribly abused by my family growing up and their toxicity completely ruined my self esteem. I’ve been in therapy for a while and am healing from that damage, but the healed version of me wants to stand up for myself when they make these horrible comments. I don’t want to just brush it off and take it. But I’m also worried about their reactions if I call them out, and I don’t want to ruin the baby shower. I’m hoping to plan ahead a little and maybe have some comebacks in my toolkit that will make them think twice about treating me this way without making everyone upset and ruining the shower.
What are some good comebacks you’ve used or heard in these situations? Or just responses to politely yet firmly put them in their place?
2023.06.04 04:39 MissMeliss17 [Sell][Perfume][US]
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I have some scents that don’t agree with my nose. All were received in swaps. Shipping is $5.50. Thank you, for looking.
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*The Ides of March- (Anno Domini 2010) (5ml bottle, top of shoulder) $15 a mixture of springtime greenery and classical Roman cologne: dark musk, spikenard, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, benzoin, gray amber, cardamom, and white narcissus
**Haus of Gloi: *Scarecrow- (5ml bottle, full) $15 dried corn husks, dust, straw, weathered wood, and a ruffle of inky black feathers
**Nocturne Alchemy: *Halloween 2017- (frosted orange bottle) (6ml bottle, top of shoulder) $20 hallow’d coconut rind, black cardamom pod, custard accord, Bastet’s ice cream accord, vanilla bean, crystalline absolute, santalum gold, ghost-white rum, a touch of nutmeg and allspice, fresh wormwood picked during the witching hour and singed wormwood-oudh on drydown
**Sucreabeille: *Dead Ringer- (5ml bottle, full) $15 powdery violets, myrrh, smoke drifting through a crumbling cathedral, red musk, candle wax, black roses
*Stone Rose- (5ml bottle, full) $15 moss-covered stones warmed by the sun and shining with a recent rain. Wild roses, heather, tuberose, and labdanum blend with a drop of oakmoss
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I have some scents that don’t agree with my nose. All were received in swaps. Shipping is $5.50. Thank you, for looking.
**Arcana Wildcraft: *Glittering Black- (5ml bottle, full) $15 black amber, black musk, ice-coated black metal, motor oil, smoky vetiver, and just a hint of our Glittering White (an opening of cold peppermint settles into a heart of sugar cookies, marshmallows, white chocolate, and vanilla musk)
*Surfers on Acid- (5ml bottle, top of shoulder) $15 based on the deliciously beachy (and rather wicked) cocktail, with sweet coconut milk, pineapple, and absinthe
**BPAL: *Crossroads- (5ml bottle, full) $15 a chill twilit garden of blooms over dry earth mosses, heavily laden with incense and offertory herbs
*Day of Skulls- (Halloween 2013) (5ml bottle, to shoulder) $15 white sandalwood, beeswax, and frankincense crowned by hydrangea, rose, and kantuta blossoms, dressed with tobacco, cocoa leaves and flowers from the sacred Cactus of the Four Winds
*Hippie Ghost- (ParaNorman) (5ml bottle, half full) $10 a faded snapshot of patchouli-stained peasant blouses, soft suede boots, and smoke
*New Orleans- (5ml bottle, full) $15 reminiscent of hothouse blooms on a humid night, ripe, but touched with decay, sweet honeysuckle and jasmine with a hint of lemon and spice
*The Embodiment of Funeral Gloom- (Order of the Dragon II) (5ml bottle, full) $15 a shroud of black agar wood, cypress, myrrh, and upturned earth, scattered with crushed lavender and creeping with moss-smothered stone
*The Ides of March- (Anno Domini 2010) (5ml bottle, top of shoulder) $15 a mixture of springtime greenery and classical Roman cologne: dark musk, spikenard, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, benzoin, gray amber, cardamom, and white narcissus
**Haus of Gloi: *Scarecrow- (5ml bottle, full) $15 dried corn husks, dust, straw, weathered wood, and a ruffle of inky black feathers
**Nocturne Alchemy: *Halloween 2017- (frosted orange bottle) (6ml bottle, top of shoulder) $20 hallow’d coconut rind, black cardamom pod, custard accord, Bastet’s ice cream accord, vanilla bean, crystalline absolute, santalum gold, ghost-white rum, a touch of nutmeg and allspice, fresh wormwood picked during the witching hour and singed wormwood-oudh on drydown
**Sucreabeille: *Dead Ringer- (5ml bottle, full) $15 powdery violets, myrrh, smoke drifting through a crumbling cathedral, red musk, candle wax, black roses
*Stone Rose- (5ml bottle, full) $15 moss-covered stones warmed by the sun and shining with a recent rain. Wild roses, heather, tuberose, and labdanum blend with a drop of oakmoss
2023.06.04 04:14 ghostface_solah bathroom wall finish
hello all. in the process of removing some wall mounted decorations in a new home, I started peeling back a layer of what i assume is a painted wallpaper to reveal a brown surface with a paperlike texture. Everything came off easily, no damages or tears found in the wall underneath. it seems to be a layer sitting right below the oldeoriginal wall paper.
question is - how do i go about getting the wall finished with paint? I'm not sure what im working with, not sure if I went to far and ripped of parts of the drywall...
do i need to seal it, skim coat it, prime & paint? or will prime and paint to the job? I want to be mindful of the moisture in the bathroom .
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question is - how do i go about getting the wall finished with paint? I'm not sure what im working with, not sure if I went to far and ripped of parts of the drywall...
do i need to seal it, skim coat it, prime & paint? or will prime and paint to the job? I want to be mindful of the moisture in the bathroom .
edit: image
2023.06.04 04:13 AdministrationIll702 Deck feedback!
 | Hey guys, this is my first time working on a deck and I’d really appreciate some feedback on the results and procedure I used. I’d like to continue working on decks and increase my knowledge and skills with your help. submitted by AdministrationIll702 to Decks [link] [comments] There was 1 upper and 1 lower deck, each between 250-300 sq feet. About 5-10 years old and have never been stained or sealed. They had greyed a lot over time . I charged $550 for everything, excluding price of stain and cleaner. I live in Canada. Like I said I am new to this so Maybe my prices were too low, but i wanted to try it out, as I potentially want to have this be a side hustle for the summer. Looking back I feel like I still should have charged more. My procedure:
It took me a total of 25-30 hours of work, from start to finish. Like I said I’m a newbie so I’m not the fastest but I definitely kept an eye out for quality and detail, I also did quite a bit of research prior to starting. Overall I enjoyed the experience and I believe I did a good job. The home owners were also happy with my work. What do you guys think? How are the results? Is my procedure correct? Maybe use revive after and not before sanding (still contemplating this )? Should I consider charging more? Any tips for me? Maybe certain tools that can make the job fasteeasier? The pictures are: before sanding, after sanding and after staining. Please feel free to leave any feedback or comments. Be honest😅. Your time and and knowledge is appreciated, thank you! |
2023.06.04 04:08 Worried_Echidna_5684 Bra shopping at store experience
This is my first post. I'm pre hrt and a very shy person, but some months ago everything changed! I woke up early morning with a lot of anxiety, I wanted to buy a bra that fits me well and have the experience of shopping at the store. So I went to the mall and when I was walking to VS I was super nervous and shaking. I was tucked in high-rise skinny jeans, a CK bra that I bought online, a regular t-shirt, and a black coat to cover the bra lines. I was looking very gender-neutral. I walk into the store and start looking around and one of the ladies at the store asked me if I need help with something. I told her I was looking for a bra, and in that moment she looked for 3 seconds at my chest and asked me "Do you know HER size?" I told her "No, I'm going to ask her and come back". I left the store very fast. I was super sad and scared. I went to the car and start driving around the neighborhood when I so a small store (Soma intimates) and I told to myself, I'm NOT going back home with empty hands. So I went in, and again I start looking around and the lady of the store told me that if need any help to tell her. I continued looking around for 15 mins and she came to me and asked me if I need help. I told her I'm looking for a bra and she asked me "Would you like to try on anyone?" OMG, the euphoria I felt at that moment was crazy. Of course, I told her YES, so she walk me to the fitting room and told me to take off my coat. She asked me if I'm wearing a bra I said yes but I was not comfortable (36A) so she measure me and brought me some push-ups (34B) to try. I was in front of the mirror looking at myself and how I was trying on I WAS IN HEAVEN! She came back and ask me how was it fitting, I said great and she adjusted the straps. I tried on other models, my eyes were full of tears, it was one of my happiest moments. She was super kind to me and the bras are the best, I can't stop wearing one. I will come back soon. And you girls? Did you have any good experiences?
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