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I need things to change.
I need all of MY pain to stop, right here, right now, once and for all. I have tried so. Fvcking. Hard. To pray and get better. I want to fix this world and this universe, I really do. But whenever I ask for things to change to whatever magical warlord there is in the sky, I'm always ignored. Always. I don't care about being called the good guy, I just care about the world's peace. I want the innocent humans to live long, happy lives. To live life as they want, as long as they aren't hurting themselves or anybody else. I want the other creatures on Earth to be at peace and not have to worry about being hunted. Most of all: I just want us to come together. All of us. Life doesn't have to be this way! If we could all just hold onto each other before we slip, then we can conquer anything. We could all watch the stars at night, y'know?
How could I ever be happy with me being happy, if others around me are not, and suffering? How? Tell me how.
I want to live, I really fvcking do. There's so many things I want to see, do, and achieve. I have dreams and goals. Wants and desires. I want to be human, not a monster. I want my mind to work with me, not against me. I wouldn't be so morbid like this if things around the world weren't so morbid. I really freaking love this earth, I do. But I can't get comfortable here because NOTHING lasts. Not a damn thing. I can't live because the next second I'm wondering if the planets going to fall, or the world will end, or the sun will come too far, or whatever creatud us would just decide to uncreate us... Or if someone would just snap their fingers and like that, we'll stop existing... I'm scared.
I wanted to learn about everything. Our existence. Our purposes. And the secrets or the truth of this universe. But when I think about all of this, I start to go insane all over again. Actually, I'm breaking myself again and again. How can I "pray" if I don't know "who I'm praying to"?
I've tried su1c1d3 about 5 times... Still here. Od'd on Seroquel and trazadon once, then zyprexa, prozac, vistaril, and some other bullshitt prescription meds I think they were called Zoloft or something. All these attempts, and yet I'm still fcking here??? WTF. The people that want to die , don't. And the people that won't to live, die. Amongst prayers and even more attempts and thoughts of trying to die... I lived through all of it. And for WHAT? What am I? What am I meant to be? Why am I even here in the first place? I don't understand. I really don't. And yet... I keep seeing the truth. Over and over again. Why do I do this? Why don't I get answered? Why can't I just give up and di3??
Whatever. I have various mental illnesses. Horrible thoughts damn near everyday. Compulsions and sh*t. And I can't do another day of this-- actually I won't. So yeah, I need things to change. And they need to now.
Tell me the truth. Is there a god? Is there a creator? Was there ever anyone out there? Is our purpose just to suffer? What is MY purpose? Why am I allowed to live after they aren't? Am I quote unquote "chosen"? Why was I born... Etc.
If someone would just write a long a$$ list of these things , tell me to stfu, do what I want despite not knowing the truth while I'm still alive, say fvck the world and it's creator, get my sht together and manifest/work for my dream life instead of worrying about the world/things I can't controll, take/regain controll of my power+ Etc. I'd do it. And I wouldn't regret it.
(Also, I'm only 18 years old, so I'm probably naive, or just don't understand things that adults do because I'm younger. Maybe I'm too young to understand this world or whatever. If any of you would like to text abt this subject then we can and u can message me here. :).

I have an hmo plan that I got through the marketplace with aetna CVS health. I have tried a few times to set a certain PCP near me, and it is the same PCP that shows up on my I surface card, but on my account online it shows my provider as the office or practice that particular doctor is a part of. Every time i change the PCP as the petson, it defaults to making the provider the entire practive with an incorrect phone number. Is my PCP still considered that particular doctor? Do I just need to call thr office and request an appointment with that doctor specifically?
Thanks!

I need things to change.
I need all of MY pain to stop, right here, right now, once and for all. I have tried so. Fvcking. Hard. To pray and get better. I want to fix this world and this universe, I really do. But whenever I ask for things to change to whatever magical warlord there is in the sky, I'm always ignored. Always. I don't care about being called the good guy, I just care about the world's peace. I want the innocent humans to live long, happy lives. To live life as they want, as long as they aren't hurting themselves or anybody else. I want the other creatures on Earth to be at peace and not have to worry about being hunted. Most of all: I just want us to come together. All of us. Life doesn't have to be this way! If we could all just hold onto each other before we slip, then we can conquer anything. We could all watch the stars at night, y'know?
How could I ever be happy with me being happy, if others around me are not, and suffering? How? Tell me how.
I want to live, I really fvcking do. There's so many things I want to see, do, and achieve. I have dreams and goals. Wants and desires. I want to be human, not a monster. I want my mind to work with me, not against me. I wouldn't be so morbid like this if things around the world weren't so morbid. I really freaking love this earth, I do. But I can't get comfortable here because NOTHING lasts. Not a damn thing. I can't live because the next second I'm wondering if the planets going to fall, or the world will end, or the sun will come too far, or whatever creatud us would just decide to uncreate us... Or if someone would just snap their fingers and like that, we'll stop existing... I'm scared.
I wanted to learn about everything. Our existence. Our purposes. And the secrets or the truth of this universe. But when I think about all of this, I start to go insane all over again. Actually, I'm breaking myself again and again. How can I "pray" if I don't know "who I'm praying to"?
I've tried su1c1d3 about 5 times... Still here. Od'd on Seroquel and trazadon once, then zyprexa, prozac, vistaril, and some other bullshitt prescription meds I think they were called Zoloft or something. All these attempts, and yet I'm still fcking here??? WTF. The people that want to die , don't. And the people that won't to live, die. Amongst prayers and even more attempts and thoughts of trying to die... I lived through all of it. And for WHAT? What am I? What am I meant to be? Why am I even here in the first place? I don't understand. I really don't. And yet... I keep seeing the truth. Over and over again. Why do I do this? Why don't I get answered? Why can't I just give up and di3??
Whatever. I have various mental illnesses. Horrible thoughts damn near everyday. Compulsions and sh*t. And I can't do another day of this-- actually I won't. So yeah, I need things to change. And they need to now.
Tell me the truth. Is there a god? Is there a creator? Was there ever anyone out there? Is our purpose just to suffer? What is MY purpose? Why am I allowed to live after they aren't? Am I quote unquote "chosen"? Why was I born... Etc.
If someone would just write a long a$$ list of these things , tell me to stfu, do what I want despite not knowing the truth while I'm still alive, say fvck the world and it's creator, get my sht together and manifest/work for my dream life instead of worrying about the world/things I can't controll, take/regain controll of my power+ Etc. I'd do it. And I wouldn't regret it.
(Also, I'm only 18 years old, so I'm probably naive, or just don't understand things that adults do because I'm younger. Maybe I'm too young to understand this world or whatever. If any of you would like to text abt this subject then we can and u can message me here. :).

I (from Belgium, 29) and my wife (from Thailand, 30) have been married for close to 6 years. We have 3 children (1, 3 and 5 yrs) and live in Colorado. We don't have any family near us. She stayed home with the kids and I was managing a dairy farm until I quit 3.5 months ago. It was crazy hours and I barely spent any time with her and the kids, there were a lot of days I didn't get to see them at all. It was horrible. I didn't like the job (I don't like managing people). I missed my wife and kids all the time, but the worst was knowing that she was struggling with the kids and getting screamed at every day for being home late. We didn't want to leave the US and I was locked in under a workcontract with my company so we decided to hold on and quit soon after we'd gain permanent residency which we did in February.
I'm extremely good in math and am planning to become a quantitative trader. It's an extremely competitive industry, but it fits me 100% and my wife supported it and gave me hope. Financially we have savings for a year of expenses, but it does stress me out. Since I quit my job I've been studying hard and helping more at home. I stay with the baby in the morning when she drops the oldest 2 off at preschool (5 half days a week - ongoing through the summer) and then start studying. Sometimes take a walk/bike ride with my wife/the kids during the day. Usually I'm down playing with the kids around 4:00-4:30pm while my wife cooks/cleans up... In the evening I give the kids a bath and put them to bed until 8:30-9:00pm after which I go back to studying till 1-1:30am. In the weekend I just study in the evenings. I've been spending a lot more time with the kids and feel the kids being so much closer to me than ever before. It makes me feel good.
She has been struggling a lot over the past years with the kids without getting much help, but I think things have improved a bit for her. She takes a walk every day, does yoga in the morning, watches a movie once in a while or spend some time on the phone. She is not having an easy slow life but I'm glad to see she is having some more time to herself. Being a mom is never going to be easy, but she has been having a lot of up and downs lately. When she's on her period she gets mad about everything. When the kids don't listen she gets irritated and redirects her frustration onto me or like today when she was outside with the kids and I thought everything was calm, I cleaned up something in the house and then took a book to the study for 5 minutes. One of our kids fell with the bike and she came in screaming and extremely angry. It wasn't my study time, I should have been with them. She started to completely ignore me, not wanting to talk to me. Later saying things like "Go away", "I don't love you", "We should get a divorce", "This is never going to work out, you'll never be able to deal with me"... She can get extremely mad about small things (like not putting things back in place or forgetting to put the kids clothes in the washer). I understand she can sometimes be emotional, but it's tough for me too to get screamed at every couple days while I'm really trying all I can do to both spend time with them and get a good job to provide for us before we go bankrupt. I focus 100% on what's best for us. (my weekdays are roughly 6-7hr family, 11-12hr study, 6hr sleep)
These ups and downs keep repeating itself and I know in a couple of days things will be back to good. I'll be the best husband and best dad she could ever wish for. She'll be so proud and happy with me. When if I bring it up she'll be saying that she didn't mean the things she said, that she's sorry and that she's a woman and that it's just her emotions. But I don't feel good about things like "I don't love you", "We should get a divorce". It's going too far for me, especially knowing that soon these moments will happen again, over and over.
What advice do you have for me, what should I do/say? I want to do all I can to fix this. I have mentioned counseling a couple of times, but she never seems too enthousiastic about it.
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I (from Belgium, 29) and my wife (from Thailand, 30) have been married for close to 6 years. We have 3 children (1, 3 and 5 yrs) and live in Colorado. We don't have any family near us. She stayed home with the kids and I was managing a dairy farm until I quit 3.5 months ago. It was crazy hours and I barely spent any time with her and the kids, there were a lot of days I didn't get to see them at all. It was horrible. I didn't like the job (I don't like managing people). I missed my wife and kids all the time, but the worst was knowing that she was struggling with the kids and getting screamed at every day for being home late. We didn't want to leave the US and I was locked in under a workcontract with my company so we decided to hold on and quit soon after we'd gain permanent residency which we did in February.
I'm extremely good in math and am planning to become a quantitative trader. It's an extremely competitive industry, but it fits me 100% and my wife supported it and gave me hope. Financially we have savings for a year of expenses, but it does stress me out. Since I quit my job I've been studying hard and helping more at home. I stay with the baby in the morning when she drops the oldest 2 off at preschool (5 half days a week - ongoing through the summer) and then start studying. Sometimes take a walk/bike ride with my wife/the kids during the day. Usually I'm down playing with the kids around 4:00-4:30pm while my wife cooks/cleans up... In the evening I give the kids a bath and put them to bed until 8:30-9:00pm after which I go back to studying till 1-1:30am. In the weekend I just study in the evenings. I've been spending a lot more time with the kids and feel the kids being so much closer to me than ever before. It makes me feel good.
She has been struggling a lot over the past years with the kids without getting much help, but I think things have improved a bit for her. She takes a walk every day, does yoga in the morning, watches a movie once in a while or spend some time on the phone. She is not having an easy slow life but I'm glad to see she is having some more time to herself. Being a mom is never going to be easy, but she has been having a lot of up and downs lately. When she's on her period she gets mad about everything. When the kids don't listen she gets irritated and redirects her frustration onto me or like today when she was outside with the kids and I thought everything was calm, I cleaned up something in the house and then took a book to the study for 5 minutes. One of our kids fell with the bike and she came in screaming and extremely angry. It wasn't my study time, I should have been with them. She started to completely ignore me, not wanting to talk to me. Later saying things like "Go away", "I don't love you", "We should get a divorce", "This is never going to work out, you'll never be able to deal with me"... She can get extremely mad about small things (like not putting things back in place or forgetting to put the kids clothes in the washer). I understand she can sometimes be emotional, but it's tough for me too to get screamed at every couple days while I'm really trying all I can do to both spend time with them and get a good job to provide for us before we go bankrupt. I focus 100% on what's best for us. (my weekdays are roughly 6-7hr family, 11-12hr study, 6hr sleep)
These ups and downs keep repeating itself and I know in a couple of days things will be back to good. I'll be the best husband and best dad she could ever wish for. She'll be so proud and happy with me. When if I bring it up she'll be saying that she didn't mean the things she said, that she's sorry and that she's a woman and that it's just her emotions. But I don't feel good about things like "I don't love you", "We should get a divorce". It's going too far for me, especially knowing that soon these moments will happen again, over and over.
What advice do you have for me, what should I do/say? I want to do all I can to fix this. I have mentioned counseling a couple of times, but she never seems too enthousiastic about it.
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**TL;DR;** : My wife has been having extreme ups and downs. 1 day I'm the best husband ever, the next day she wants a divorce. What do I do?

He would never like me back. I get that. I'm upset about it, but I know it's the truth. Doesn't matter anyways. I see the way he acts around other people. It's different than with me. I don't know how, but it feels different. He doesn't talk to me unless I engage or unless we're working on something together. I gotta move on. It's nearing the end of the school year, which means he's leaving and I'm probably not going to see him...I don't know maybe ever again. Whatever. I'll find someone new one day. I'm just in a real shitty mood right now. I still have a few more events where I have to see him, but I don't plan on talking with him that much. It's extra annoying because in our drama project he's my love interest lol so I kinda have to flirt with him for a bit longer. Dragged myself into that one haha.

I understand how zero’s actions caused the world to shape into the way it was in mgs 4. But when talking about big boss who is treated with the same importance as zero as they both had different interpretations of the bosses will but both were too extreme. This caused the world to get fucked up near the end of the story. I don’t understand how Big Boss’s actions besides Zanzibar land had nearly the same effect as zero’s in shaping the world and creating the war economy. All of big bosses actions seemed much more small scale and inconsequential like making private militias and creating an army for soldiers who were done wrong by their country. someone please explain this to me if it’s alright?

My best friend (22f) is too stressed and busy to meet up with me (24m) before leaving the country for good. I need advice for supporting that - and not taking it personally
My best friend (22) is leaving the country next week and doesn’t seem to have time to meet with me (24) how can I ensure I best support them
My best mate is moving away in a little over a weeks time. We have been friends for a few years now and it’s mostly been online. They say they are stressed as hell and still have lots to do - despite gaming (but I think that’s as an escape from the stress)
I know it probably just means it’s not important to them like it is to me - but it’s hard not to take it personally - and because of this, it makes me more likely to need assurances. Which is pressure they don’t need
So how do I take this as ‘they just have different priorities’ and not ‘they don’t want to see me’
Also would it be bad to offer to get them a coffee. I jus kinda wanna give em a hug and see them one last time before they go - and that’s near no commitment compared to a day of hanging out.
I just don’t want to project this insecurity of ‘we won’t ever see each other again’ onto her. Especially not now when there’s clearly a lot more important things she has to be thinking about than me

-the setting is post apocalyptic and below is the books current summery for ya, my time zone is PDT and the preferred age range for testers is 18 to 25 but there is a bit of wiggle room.
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-The core book for this Table Top Role Playing Game takes place within the united states of america during somewhere around 2045 about 20 years after the beginning of WW3 the war was started over a mixture of greed, paranoia and rising tensions over the years.
nearing the last few years of the war something weird happened suddenly something has collided with our world causing quickly appearing wormholes then eldritch creatures and cryptids from folklore started appearing slowly at first but suddenly they were becoming a new part of our ecosystem like a invasive species almost around the time of the first appearances is when earth was hit by a powerful solar burst from the sun and fried a lot of our electronics and cut off the world from each other.
When people were struggling from the wastes about a year after the solar burst slowly over a few months creatures from the wormholes appeared now called oxy nets or oxygen networks these weird animal fungal like beings that live within the breathing canals of animals and the root networks of forest started to become compatible with our worlds bio organisms being symbiotic with native flora and fauna.
In 2045 people regained some power and it's now similar to the era of the wild west if they had automatic guns, strange artifacts and limited tech like electricity and rarely computers.
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-im planning on just a short one shot for the first test to make sure the basics of the game works including charter creation and you can leave whenever you like but there will be subsequent one shots and i highly encourage you to stress test the hell out of this game.
if you have experience in breaking games and there rules id love if you would do the same here so i can either patch it or have it as a actual play style/mechanic.
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-fill out the form below in your comment or DM and ill get back to you about any questions and reports of if your invited to my discord for the test.
-if you help test the project i will put your name in the credits section if you'd like if not i will not name you specifically.
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Hey everyone!
Im about a half hour to my 3 month mark as today is my official final day. Tomorrow i will officially be starting my fourth month!
Im happy to say im officially free of the sore throat... ( I gave it two weeks just in case) but it hasn't returned! I had a little chunk of psychological withdrawals there for several days leading up to today but today all that was absent. I think deep down its something to do with milestones for me, maybe a bit of anxiety surrounding accomplishment of those milestones. But im here 3 months solid, no nicotine whatsoever.
I still am having... Cough, chest pains, back pain, brain fog, anxiety, cravings, runny nose.. (these are some symptoms that may be associated with smoking or not)
My period cramps are much better and my bleeding has lessened incredibly and my clots are nearly non existent which is crazy. I think i still have alot of healing taking place and now that my sore throat has finally gone it really just proves that... Sometimes the body just heals slowly and i did smoke for a really long time.
Saw my doctor and was told im doing great, and these are all normal parts of the healing. The chest pains and runny nose are the worst part and it looks like a antihistamine is the only thing my doctor will suggest for now... We will see how long this goes on .. good luck everyone im about to start my fourth month woohoo be back with some weekly updates soon!

So my girlfriend (28F) and I (31M) are moving into a new place in a few weeks. We’re trying to set things up so both of us have our own personal spaces for things we like to do; in addition to her 9 year-old son and our 10-month old baby.
She’s a HUGE reader and she has nearly a thousand books (we counted them about a year ago, so it’s probably well over a thousand by now). Our current apartment isn’t that big and she has her bookshelves lining almost all the wall space in our living room, plus stacks and stacks of books on the floor in front of all the bookshelves because they don’t fit on the shelves. It’s enough to where it’s hard to even get to the living room window to look outside. She also has a desk in the corner for her writing.
In our new house, I’ve been adamant about wanting my own space for my video gaming. When I can find the time, at least. I haven’t had my own space for a very long time because there’s no room for my desk anywhere in our apartment. When she got pregnant with our son, I had to move my desk to our basement storage to make room for his crib, and now his dresser. So yeah; definitely want to finally have a small corner for just me in the new house. Even in bed, I have almost no space for my stuff at bedside. She has an end table and I have a six-inch space between the bed and the wall for setting my stuff.
The incident in question came up tonight when talking about the two closets upstairs in the new house. She would like to use both of them for her clothes because they’re not very big. I said I’d like to have somewhere to put my clothes now that I can because I’ve had to live out of a clean clothes basket for the past few years due to not having room for my own dresser and no room in our current closet. I said I’d be okay with her using both of them, but I’d like to get a dresser, to which she said there might not be room for me to get a dresser.
Then I calmly suggested maybe, for now, putting a bookshelf’s worth of books that she doesn’t touch into a tote and storing them in the basement so there’d be a little more room. There are one or two shelves containing books she hasn’t touched in years. She got very offended by this. She pretty much said I’m not taking her love of books into consideration and that they give her comfort. She said I hurt her feelings by suggesting that because I know it’s her dream to pretty much live in a library in her home and that she feels judged. I’m going to state word-for-word to the best of my ability the way I apologized because she got upset that I didn’t do it right. I said something along the lines of, “I’m sorry. I’m really not trying to hurt your feelings. I’m just trying to think logistically and the books take up a lot of space.” Maybe that’s not the proper way to apologize, I don’t know. I really wasn’t trying to hurt her; I just want us all to have room for stuff we love. Any advice for this?
tl;dr: I want her to have her book collection, but I also want to have room in our new house.

Was removed from AITA for violence… so posting here.
If my family is on Reddit and sees this they will definitely know it’s about them because I feel like I need to get specific to explain how fucked this situation is. This is super long please bare with me. Maybe if they see this they’ll take it seriously…idk.
So my (f30) sister (f29) and her husband (m31) they both live with my mother with their two children 10yo and 1yo. They have lived there since fall of 2019. They moved in because my parents needed help financially and around the house because my dad had physical injuries that got him on disability, and my sister and husband also needed financial help. So the deal was for them to help each other out.
My dad passed away in spring of 2020. It was very unexpected and devastating. Since my dad has no longer been there, my BIL has been more of an ass than usual. I always disliked him because he drinks a lot and I feel that he is emotionally abusive but my sister is brainwashed and doesn’t see it. I’ve heard him call her stupid or imply she was stupid more times than I can count. Since my dad passed he has also been what I consider emotionally abusive to my mother. I’ve always tried to stay out of it because my mom has said she can take care of herself and doesn’t want to be babied. But on multiple occasions, especially drunk, he calls my mom out for not doing enough around the house and just sitting in her chair to relax after work. (This guy only seen him do yard work and take out trash)
Since my dad passed she has had to pay majority of the bills. She was working a full time and part time job putting in at least 50 hours/ week. My BIL and sister paid tops $300/month since being there and the first year or two rarely paid anything, it was just the past year they started paying $300 toward the utilities. But still can’t afford to buy the baby Tylenol, but can afford a case of beer….. My mom, on one income has been paying the mortgage plus for oil for heat and baby stuff. The mortgage (w/ property tax is 1200/month) my sister and her husband both work full time and only pay the $300/month.
BIL on multiple occasions has asked to see her finances and complained when she continued to have Amazon packages delivered and accused her of not being good with her finances… 🙄
They decided to try for a baby even though they are not well off financially and then my mom proceeded to buy most of the babies stuff like clothes. Even though they are moochers I was still willing to have a relationship with them because my mom wanted the family to be together, and after my dad passed I tried to respect what she wanted and stay out of the drama at their house.
The final straw was on Mother’s Day, also the anniversary of my dad passing away. I went up to help work on her garden with my BIL and sister for Mother’s Day. I could tell he was already drunk because I was explaining and saying the same shit over and over again. (i.e. I said we should get marigolds because they keep aphids away from the roses so they don’t kill them, he kept thinking I was saying marigolds kill roses so he kept saying we shouldn’t get a plant that kills roses even though I explained it 3x at that point.)
I stayed for about two hours and after about an hour or two after I get home, I get a call from my mom. She was literally crying so hard I couldn’t understand what she was saying. She said her and BIL got in a fight and asked if she could come to my apartment. That was only the 2nd time in my life I ever heard my mom cry. The 1st when my dad died. And when she got to my apartment she had a gash in her arm that was bleeding to the point it was dripping on the ground, and she had to go to a wound clinic for it. (She takes steroids which make her have really bad injuries)BIL knows this and that it was the anniversary of my dad…
I asked what happened and she said he was drunk and started harassing her about how she didn’t appreciate him making dinner and helping in the garden for Mother’s Day. She said “I said thank you what else was I supposed to do” and then he started rambling about her not doing anything around the house. She told him that she was done and that sister and kids can stay but he had to move out.
He got pissed at this and went to his room to pack his suitcase. He was drunk and about to leave and drive his car while drunk. Sister was holding baby so yelled to my mom to stop him from leaving. She blocked the door and he told her to move or he would throw his full suitcase at her. She told him “go ahead” and that motherfucker actually threw it at her, knowing how sensitive her skin is. The gash was about half and inch wide and two inches long. After that mom told them she was coming to my house.
When my mom told me this I wanted to call the cops and she wouldn’t let me bc she was afraid sister would never talk to her again or let her see her grandkids.
After the incident, I didn’t say anythin bc mom said I’d make it worse. But then mom told me after BIL didn’t even remember doing it. The next weekend asked “what happened to your arm” and my mom said he did it and he started arguing and said he didn’t. She said “yeah when you threw the suitcase at me” and he says “well I tried to go easy on you” my sister then says “we are NEVER talking about this again” she didn’t defend my mom at all.
Since it had happened they both pretended like it didn’t happen and everything was normal. Sister never stood up for my mom or even apologized for BIL actions. I decided I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore and told my sister I was disappointed in her, they need to stop mooching off mom, she needs to apologize to mom for not standing up for her and for her husband hitting her, and that husband needs help and needs to get sober.
This bitch responds saying she already talked to my mom about it (I know she lied bc mom told me she never did) and that it’s NONE OF MY BUSINESS and that it’s between her, BIL, and my mom. He physically assaulted my mom I believe it is my business and I said that. I said he emotionally abused her and my mom and that’s not okay. She also states that he’s the only thing in her life that doesn’t make her depressed. 🙄
I said she totally doesn’t get it and I don’t want her in my life anymore. I heard through the grape vine that she doesn’t think I’m serious about cutting her out and she’s waiting for me to get over it and I’m overreacting and thinks she did nothing wrong. My mom has been really upset that I cut sister out and even told her maybe I would change my mind. I’m not sure if I’m the asshole here because of the way my mom is acting. But I can’t watch or pretend to like my sister or even be near her after everything that has happened.
So AITA for cutting them out of my life even though it upsets my mom?

Hello! I've been knitting for a long time and pick it up/put it down a lot, but am knitting several months out of the year. Knitting afghans/blankets are my favorite, I'm looking for a low cost software that allows me to set a grid pattern, perhaps use a simple image, include lace and cable patterns. Does anyone have recommendations?

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Welcome to the 24 hour pledge!
I'm pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you're new to /stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you're like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you've been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn't matter if you're still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, lets not drink alcohol!
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This pledge is a statement of intent. Today we don't set out trying not to drink, we make a conscious decision not to drink. It sounds simple, but all of us know it can be hard and sometimes impossible. The group can support and inspire us, yet only one person can decide if we drink today. Give that person the right mindset!
What happens if we can't keep to our pledge? We give up or try again. And since we're here in /stopdrinking, we're not ready to give up.
What this is: A simple thread where we commit to not drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours, posting to show others that they're not alone and making a pledge to ourselves. Anybody can join and participate at any time, you do not have to be a regular at /stopdrinking or have followed the pledges from the beginning.
What this isn't: A good place for a detailed introduction of yourself, directly seek advice or share lengthy stories. You'll get a more personal response in your own thread.
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Happy Saturday! I hope everyone has had a good week!
I’ve had such a great time hosting this week, I hope you enjoyed it as well! I highly recommend hosting. If you have 30+ days sober and you’d like to host the DCI, reach out to SaintHomer and he’ll get you set up!
“Many times when you criticize or judge yourself, you feel isolated. It seems as though you are the only one in the world who has that particular flaw. And yet, we are all imperfect. We all suffer. And so we are all connected by our shared humanity …. The next time you are looking in the mirror and not liking what you see, remember that you are an integral part of a flawed, wonderful, wounded, miraculous human tribe.” – Bobbi Emel
Thank you everyone so much for making this sub such a great place! Have a wonderful weekend!
IWNDWYT lovely people of SD!

Seeing Seng diving into the Sea of Time made me think of this poem:
Cambridge
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850) From “The Prelude”
It was a dreary morning when the wheels Rolled over a wide plain o’erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King’s College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.
Advancing, we espied upon the road
A student clothed in gown and tasselled cap,
Striding along as if o’ertasked by Time,
Or covetous of exercise and air;
He passed,—nor was I master of my eyes
Till he was left an arrow’s flight behind.
As near and nearer to the spot we drew,
It seemed to suck us in with an eddy’s force.
Onward we drove beneath the castle; caught,
While crossing Magdalene Bridge, a glimpse of Cam;
And at the Hoop alighted, famous inn.
The Evangelist St. John my patron was:
Three Gothic courts are his, and in the first
Was my abiding-place, a nook obscure;
Right underneath, the college kitchens made
A humming sound less tunable than bees,
But hardly less industrious; with shrill notes
Of sharp command and scolding intermixed.
Near me hung Trinity’s loquacious clock,
Who never let the quarters, night or day,
Slip by him unproclaimed, and told the hours
Twice over with a male and female voice.
Her pealing organ was my neighbor too;
And from my pillow, looking forth by light
Of moon or favoring stars, I could behold
The antechapel where the statue stood
Of Newton, with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
All winter long, whenever free to choose,
Did I by night frequent the college groves
And tributary walks; the last, and oft
The only one, who had been lingering there
Through hours of silence, till the porter’s bell,
A punctual follower on the stroke of nine,
Rang, with its blunt, unceremonious voice,
Inexorable summons! Lofty elms,
Inviting shades of opportune recess,
Bestowed composure on a neighborhood
Unpeaceful in itself. A single tree,
With sinuous trunk, boughs exquisitely wreathed,
Grew there; an ash which winter for himself
Decked as in pride, and with outlandish grace:
Up from the ground, and almost to the top,
The trunk and every master branch were green
With clustering ivy, and the lightsome twigs
And outer spray profusely tipped with seeds
That hung in yellow tassels, while the air
Stirred them, not voiceless. Often have I stood
Foot-bound, uplooking at this lovely tree
Beneath a frosty moon. The hemisphere
Of magic fiction verse of mine perchance
May never tread; but scarcely Spenser’s self
Could have more tranquil visions in his youth,
Or could more bright appearance create
Of human forms with superhuman powers,
Than I beheld, loitering on calm, clear nights,
Alone, beneath this fairy work of earth

Saw a few tweets and even the website says that all new model 3s come with full 7500 federal tax credit. I had a budget of $28-32k and with the federal and state rebates, looks like model 3 might cost me around 32k when shopping on new inventory near me. Does this sound good? Also what has your experience been with an ev in an apartment building and with the whole tax rebate process? Should I do it?

I never liked eating. When I was a baby I wouldn’t cry when I hungry so my parents had to put me on a strict schedule. When I was a kid I didn’t care for eating and would skip snack and lunch at school and then lie about it to my parents. I knew this was an issue since the 5th grade but everyone thought I’d grow out of it.
I gained a little weight in middle school but never got to be over weight. I was pretty skinny all of my life. I’d drink Gatorade instead of eating because it felt better in my stomach.
I’m 19 now and I still don’t experience hunger and cravings like I’m supposed to. One plate of food (egg sandwich, à banana and a piece of bread) fills me for 2 days. One small combo meal from a fast food restaurant feels like binge eating and it hurts. I’d much rather drink and never eat but you can’t get all your nutrients from that. Digestion hurts sometimes no matter what I eat. It could be healthy grilled chicken with broccoli and it’d still hurt. But I don’t experience pain from drinks.
I’m physically weak because my body has been in a low starvation diet my entire life. It’s eaten my muscles because I keep pushing back on eating. I can go 2 days without food before experiencing any discomfort and symptoms. I’m the shortest one in my family by quite a bit probably because my growth was stunted. I hate that eating makes me feel sick but there’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried everything. I’ve been to the anorexia clinic due to this and it’s never helped.
I can’t stick to a schedule because I’ll get one or two days in and then I’ll get nauseous when I try to eat on the third making me skip eating and derailing.
5 pieces of square pork shops is all I can eat before feeling ill. That’s how little my body wants food and it doesn’t make any sense.

I'm 23. Lived in Upstate NY my whole life and was kind of forced to move even further upstate last year (Adirondack Mountains).
I know a lot of people love the whole mountain life, but it isn't for me. I've lived upstate my whole life, but used to live closer to NYC (hour drive).
I would love to live near the Ocean, but i really want it to be warm more than anything. I've had enough cold weather for a life time. I also wouldn't mind a night life and things to do. It also has to be livable with a lower income. I don't have higher education, so unskilled work.

hi, this is mostly a hookup/sexting subreddit it seems, but perhaps someone would like to connect on a platonic or romantic level? (not ruling out sexy-times, but i need intimacy before its enjoyable for me.) i spend all day writing, so video-chatting or eventual in person meetups would be ideal. i'm bi and don't really have demographic preferences besides that you aren't substantially younger than me.
i am working towards an online psych degree and studying philosophy, psychoanalysis, economics, sociology, and literature in my spare time. i play some instruments (mostly drums these days) and used to write and record music (i would like to again, especially in collaboration). i'm learning french but i'm not near fluent.
if any of the above sounds interesting to you, please shoot me a message! every time i post something like this i just get people sending 'hey', 'hi', or pictures of their penis; so please, if i may ask, write a bit about yourself please:)

So I started graduate school this past year. Yay. Prior to this, only my bf and a few close friends knew I ID'd as nonbinary. I decided to start using they/them exclusively as soon as grad school started. I did not know any of the people in my cohort before starting school, so they have not had to "adjust" their pronoun usage for me. I have always been out as nonbinary to them and always been clear about using they/them pronouns.
I still get misgendered consistently. Nearly every class. There are a few trans folks in my cohort which is great, I really have appreciated their support. But many of my cis classmates misgender me so so often. Sometimes they will apologize and correct themselves without making a big deal about it, but other times it is a whole production where it is like they want me to comfort them about the mistake.
One guy misgendered me - in a conversation I was not present for, and could not have otherwise known about the misgendering - and he emailed me a paragraph to apologize. My dude, you could have just corrected yourself to whoever you were talking to? You do not need to repent to me for your sins??
I'm feeling exhausted and discouraged, I guess. Like at this point idk if I should just give up and accept not everyone will get it, or keep trying because I know trans youth need visibility in adults. I'm just tired. Idk if I'm really seeking advice, I just needed to vent.

Death was an inevitability in war.
It didn't matter if your head was blown clean off your body, or you were eviscerated by a vector cannon. War didn't end until every combatant was dead. This was an unfortunate inevitability in the galaxy, so when Yatra was captured by Humans and had his poison pill confiscated, he resigned himself to the inevitable torture.
His wrists were bound, all six of them, and he was sat at a table, the Human female sat across from him, outside of their exo-armor, wearing some manner of fabric covering, Yatra cast glances at the mug of steaming liquid the Human carried.
First degree burns weren't fatal, they were, however, extremely painful, and no doubt the torture would begin with the liberal application of small amounts of heated liquids from the small mug.
"Name, rank, and any other official designations?" The Human asked. Yatra didn't respond. "Allow me to remind you that you are a prisoner of war, and that we need to document who you are before we proceed." The Human looked into his eyes. "Don't make me ask again."
The eyes were cold, Yatra intuited that as long as he had information to give, the torture would be delayed, perhaps long enough for rescue.
"Yatra, Third Hand of Taa Lassa." He replied quietly.
The Human looked at a datapad and tapped at it. "Taa Lassa is one of your deities, correct?" She asked. She looked into Yatra's eyes, brow raised to emphasize the question. Yatra knew this information wasn't classified, so he confirmed.
The Human picked up the mug and Yatra tensed, he didn't stop tensing even as the Human sipped from the mug and set it back down. 'Oh, Gods.' He thought to himself. 'It has already begun.'
"Who is your commanding officer?" The Human asked.
Yatra refused to name his commander, he refused to give the Humans their next target. "I refuse." He stated. He closed his eyes, anticipating the sharp sting of hot liquid. He waited, silent, anticipating an attack that refused to come.
"What was your mission out there?" The Human's voice came to his ears, Yatra opened his eyes in confusion. The Human... wasn't trying to torture the information out of him?
"What?" He asked.
"Your mission. Why did your troop attack our survey camp?" The Human reiterated.
Yatra stared at her uncomprehendingly. "You... are our enemy." He said. "It is natural that we would attack you."
"Hmm... A standard answer." The Human muttered. "Why attack us specifically?" She asked. "To our knowledge, the moon provides no tactical advantage, is nowhere near any major planets, and even the planet is known to be toxic to most life, to the point of being unsuitable as a bioweapon or manufacturing."
"It is simple; you were there." Yatra replied. "How else is one to fight an enemy?"
The Human nodded. "Alright. Last question, at least for now. Do you have any allergies, reasonable ethical or religious accommodations?"
Yatra didn't understand the question. He blinked, confused. "I- do not understand, Human. Why would I give you the means to torture me, to defile me? If you are going to kill me anyway, you may as well kill me now."
The Human stared at him, her expression was... shocked, and more than a little concerned. This confused Yatra.
"You are a prisoner of war, your species might not have signed the Geneva Convention, but we still observe it in times of war." She paused. "At least, most of the time." She looked at the datapad. "Did you catch that, Greg?" She asked. "We should let our troops know to look for signs of any concentration camps, we also might need to bring in the therapy corp."
Yatra stared at the Human warily, her words did not make sense. "What does this have to do with my being here?" He asked.
"We don't torture our prisoners." The Human replied. "During the time we have you incarcerated, we will need to feed you and make sure your basic needs are met. Knowing what allergies you have means we won't have to treat you for anaphylactic shock, and making sure we know what religious taboos you have regarding food, directions you may need to pray in, or even if your faith prohibits any specific clothing materials is important."
Yatra still did not understand. "Why... would you waste your resources on me?" He asked.
"This war will end soon." The Human replied. "And right now, we have over two hundred of your people's soldiers held in our prison ships, waiting for your leaders to answer our communications for peace." She paused, taking another drink of her coffee. "Now, I've got nine more of your kind to process before my shift is over, and thanks to you, I at least know you're expecting us to torture you, so I can at least attempt to address that immediately, it might streamline the process, maybe make the others more talkative."
There was a pause, the Human fixed Yatra with an intense stare. "Thus, what allergies do you have, and what reasonable ethical or religious accommodations can we make to ensure you're treated humanely?"
Yatra didn't have any answer. He was prepared to recite the Thirty-nine Mantras of Taa Lassa as he boiled alive, he wasn't prepared for... whatever this was.
"I'll let you think on it." She said. "Just let the guards know if you need to pray or something, we'll make sure you have as much space as you need for it."
And with that, Yatra was escorted out of the room, and into a cell. He had expected being strapped to a table, acid poured onto his naked flesh. He didn't expect clean, albeit garish clothing, nor did he expect a bed, a waste receptacle, and most of all, a tray full of fresh and warm food.
Yatra silently picked up the tray and sat on the bed. He didn't realize he was crying until his tears fell onto the tray.

8 years ago I enlisted in the Marine corps. With the hopes that I'd get deployed to Afghanistan, step on a pressure plate while on patrol, and turn into a pink mist. No need for a funeral, or cremation. Just a folded flag and the handful of comfort items I owned stuffed into a box. But that never happened. Now I have to live with the shit I put my family through. All the hurtful words, bursts of anger, how I treated my step sisters and step father. All the fucked up n hurtful shit I put them through.
Each and every day to some degree or another is either filled with suffering, self hatred, and bitterness, or an overwhelming numbness. I want out. But I'm too prideful and arrogant to just suck start a shotgun, So that complicates things.
I've reached out to not only my mother but several friends for help. But nothings been done. Noone seems to care, even the slightest bit. I've tried to go through the VA, but because I don't have a combat deployment I don't rate talk therapy or any sort of help. Also tried going through just about every clinic or practice near me, all with the same basic "fuck you, your a guy no one fucking cares" type of reply.
At this point I'm honestly just gonna cook up 100lbs of hme ( home made explosives) and make my original plan work. No letters, or notes. Just gone.

I am a college student in Boston. I spend most my monthly budget on food and restaurant. 6% reward of supermarket attracts me so much. Is star market recognized by American Express. Or any other cards recommoned? (0 fico score)