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TLDR: I don't know if this relationship is healthy or not. I feel like I am being attacked from inside, as opposed to working against a common enemy. My judgement is impaired, I've never been in a serious relationship of this length and depth, so I don't know if this is normal couple "highs and lows", or something deeper that cannot be fixed.
I apologize if things are out of order etc., I'm not great at articulating my thoughts in a continuous flow at this point, but I need help/advice.
Due to having medical issues when I was younger, I never got into any deep relationships until later in life. I met my partner when I was going through a tumultuous time, but really believed she was the one. I was in a vulnerable position because I was not in the sober state of mind, I was taking opiates due to surgeries.
She is a good person, with a good heart. She treats me well, and goes so far out of her way to do things for me. She is the type that certainly shows love by doing things for me. But I've always felt we've had communication issues, and I am very tuned into the way we speak to eachother etc. So in that way our "love languages" are not aligned (although I don't know if I believe that stuff matters in a way). We talked about it and discussed that we were raised differently. In my view, the way she communicated things was immature and juvenile.
We had the typical honeymoon stage, I moved her into my place quick (within 5 months) because I felt I needed her to get into a better place, and we both had the rose-tinted glasses on. Over the next 2 years, things went well with the exception of some red flags being called out, and ultimately ignored by myself because I thought we could work through it.
She has some abandonment issues, and I am a very reasonable, tolerable person, so I never believed I could "fix her", but always believed I could "help her grow along the way". I helped her go back to school and tutored her through her sciences, I showed her how to take care of yourself financially, etc.
The biggest red flag was she completely violated my privacy/personal space within the first year. When I was working, I came home and noticed she had *carefully* gone through EVERY single possession I had, through all my storage, sentimental and personal items. She also thoroughly scoured through every picture, document, etc. that I had on my computer. I knew because I could see the "recently viewed" tab on the pc was showing photos of my ex that I had not had time to clean out. I confronted her, she admitted to everything. I've never felt more violated in my life.
It felt like, and still does, like she is obsessed with me. Her world kind of melted away into mine. If I wasn't feeling well, she wasn't. I believe I became her world. She has made comments along the lines of, she wouldn't want to live without me, I'm one of the only people she trusts etc.
The other red flag was that I felt that she was constantly testing me (more than what seems normal), and the best example I can give is this: (and this applies still to this day)
We had a fight because I was doing my laundry, and I noticed a pillow in the washer with everything. Never in my life, have I washed a pillow alongside my clothes etc. I confronted her about it, and asked if she put in the washer. She denied 100%, and this grew into the biggest fight I've ever had with someone (over such a trivial matter - a pillow!). I KNEW I didn't put it in there, but she would not admit it, and tried to make it seem as if "I put it in, without realizing, or forgot". This fight concluded with me calling her on all the rest of her shit, and she ended up in tears, and said something to the effect of "this is who I am, I can't help it".
At this point I knew what I was in for, and I very clearly stated that I would only continue if she was willing to work on her insecuity/attachment issues. She HAS grown as a person, I'm proud of her, but looking back now it seems that she just made her passive-aggressive attitude (deeper issues) more subtle.
There is this dynamic where, if I come to her with an issue of her behaviour, she *always* flips it around on me, and makes me the bad guy and now she is the victim - so I'm the one consoling her because she is hurt, and my issue is never really addressed. Every time. So I stopped calling her out, stopped bringing up those types of issues, as it always results in the same thing.
2 years in I got a really bad cancer diagnosis (2019), and she showed that she was committed by coming to spend time with me in the hospital pretty much every day, for months. This has really made feel extremely loyal to her, to the point that I was/am committed to giving her the life she deserved, and that we had planned for.
It's been a rough 3 and a half years since cancer, stem cell transplant, double hip replacement etc. I am at max capacity mentally, trying to take care of myself and stay alive, and I don't have the energy to deal with anything else.
During this time period there were more things that she did, that I ignored (opiates are great for that unfortunately). Like the examples above: Deciding on a movie, she would make me question whether I had seen it before or not. I have memory issues (she likes to point out often) and there are times when I know I've never seen it, and others where I haven't. It's one of those things where she makes me question reality, but mixes it in with the truth (as in, there WERE movies I had actually seen before, but legit forgot and therefore she was proven right). So on my end, I'm not in the right state of mind to question some of these behaviours because I have been proven wrong, so I legitimately can't tell truth from fiction. It kinda feels like I'm being gaslit. Weaving in little bits of a lie with the truth so it becomes obscured.
She disrespects my boundaries. If I say I am busy from 7-10, she will come in to my room at 9:50 for example, "innocently checking in on me". Like I said, these things are subtle.
These issues that come up, don't happen every day - it's spread out over time. She has gotten better over time, but it still persists.
I know relationships take work. I know feelings come and go. Now that I'm off the majority of my drugs, I have become very mindful and present. We have had no intimacy since cancer (an issue itself) b/c of the drugs, but I also feel like I am not attracted to her at this point because my mind keeps coming up with things from the past that I didn't deal with, as well as growing increasingly frustrated with her current attitude some days. The energy can literally change once she comes in the door from work.
My mental health is like a house of cards right now, and I can not put up with disagreements (innocent or not). I had a realization the other night as I was thinking about why I struggle so much with my mental health (other than obvious medical trauma), and I have come to the conclusion that it feels like I am being sabotaged, or attacked within my own walls. As opposed to us fighting a common enemy, and I believe this is fuel for the fire that is my depression.
One of the biggest issues is that, we have finally built ourselves up to a place where EVERYTHING external is finally in a good place (housing, finances, bills, raised a dog together etc.)... Except our relationship! I just don't know if the relationship is able to be salvaged. We have weaved our lives together over the past 6 years, I actually felt guilty the first time when I recently wondered if I'd just be better of alone. But I would lose everything externally built, my dog, and she holds power b/c I'm on disability so she makes the money etc.
I question my judgement and my doubts right now because I have made bad decisions over the years while on opiates. Although I have greatly reduced the amount, and am much more clear headed -I am still on them. So I don't trust myself. Maybe I'm making this out to be worse than it really is...? I have not lived a sober reality in many years. Nor have I ever been, or know what a "healthy" relationship is with regards to ups and downs etc.
So I am asking you, reddit. Is this normal "argument" type shit that every couple has to deal with, and that you "ride out" because every relationship obviously has highs and lows? My future and mental health are at stake, and I don't know what to do at this point.

This is an update on my post from a couple days ago regarding my dogs anal gland abscess procedure which was today. I dropped her off this morning around 7 and after waiting anxiously all day I just received a phone call about 30 minutes ago from the Vet office and they told me that my pup's "anal gland abscess" is actually a fatty lipoma. After they explained to me how a lipoma was benign and totally harmless for her health, they were in need of an urgent answer if they wanted me to take it out or or not. Ultimately I decided that if she doesn't have to go under the knife I wouldn't want her to. Honestly I was so dang upset because realistically how do you confuse the two? Two days ago when I took her to the vet, the nurse took Princess out of the room to express her anal glands, but when she came back she said the one on her right (the side the bump is on) was super inflamed and she was unable to express it, and that it was abscessed/infected. I am not a vet technician, but I do understand how easy it is to tell if an anal gland is healthy or not just with the tip of your finger and why she would make up this whole scenario, show me diagram photos, and be super confident in it if that wasn't the case whatsoever. I get people make mistakes, but I'm just a super anxious person when it comes to my pup and I hate putting her under anesthesia for no reason, especially since she told me she has a slightly collapsed trachea that makes her cough and she didn't even do a scope for that so I'm just pretty confused if that is even true at this point too. People make mistakes and I get that, but I hope when I go to pick her up right now I get a refund for the medicine they made me give her for the prep (antibiotics/anti inflammatory) and they don't charge me for anything today. On top of all this she has a dental procedure in July to clean all of her teeth and I called back to see if they could do it since she's already under, and they wouldn't. Sorry this was more of a venting thing but I'm just super upset right now and any words are worth hearing from ya'll, thanks for reading
(BTW, I do love this veterinary office, the owner is amazing, and I have full trust in them with procedures, however, this one doctor really just strikes a nerve with me)

We are 45 days out until wedding day! Please please PLEASE make sure you are ready to go! That means the following:
Nails: Hands and Feet need to be white (changed my mind on this from what I said previously)
Hair: Make sure your roots are done if you get your hair done and hair is trimmed. I don’t want anyone’s hair looking like straw or not put together. Hair for Wedding Day: Curly up do (can be with braids, a bun, a pony tail, etc.)
Eyebrows: Need to be done. Nicely shapen don’t care if you pluck them, thread, wax, whatever doesn’t matter as long as they are done! NO UNIBROWS ALLOWED!! Or else I’ll do it myself on wedding day😂
Skin: After looking at everyone in the dresses everyone needs a little bit of color whether you tan or not. So it you are one of the whiter people please start getting some sun or get a spray tan! Also, if you wear an apple watch please make sure you don’t have a tan line. No tan lines also if you can’t cover it with yoir dress! That will literally drive my crazyyy!!
Hair and Makeup: Come to wedding day with inspo photos of what you want. Do NOT come with nothing! It makes the process a lot easier if they can see what you want. NO SMOKEY DARK EYES FOR MAKEUP!! Again makeup is $130. Hair is anywhere from $100-$130 (waiting to hear from Rachael what the exact amount is). Make sure you bring cash with you the day of the wedding to pay them!
Rehersal will be at Wood Acres Farms (venue) at 5pm on July 6th. Then we will be going to Hawk Ridge for dinner immediately afterwards.
Any questions that are NOT answered in this message just ask!! And I will be that bitch that if the question is answered in this text I will say please refer to the long text I sent😂

Our 16 yr old dog has been a source of contention for years. He has had some issues over the years including unsuccessfully trying to bite my nephew in the face, biting my husbands colleague, and biting my grandfather. The context of some could explain away some of it, but going to bite a toddler in the face, even if unsuccessfully, can’t.
I have insisted he be kept away from kids and other dogs. Every time someone comes over, we have to give them warnings. We had a baby in 2021. Since she was born, I have voiced my concerns multiple times. We have never allowed unsupervised interactions. We will only let her touch him if we are holding her. Since she is now mobile, we generally keep him crated when she is at home (couple hours after daycare until bed and if we are inside the house on weekends).
The last 6 months or so, he has become agitated by being crated. He will bark, shake, and snarl. He has snarled at our daughter thru the crate. I have purchased 4 different crates in hopes of him tolerating one. We’ve tried a whole bunch of other things (sitting with him, putting him out in fenced yard, blocking him in a room, bark collar, etc.). Nothing works.
The other day, our daughter was home sick. I had to do a urgent care telehealth call. As soon as I get on the call, he gets agitated and starts barking. He won't stop. I let him out and he curls up on the rug. Within just a couple minutes, my daughter is running back and forth in the room. I'm right there. She runs past him, doesn't touch him, turns around to run back and he suddenly lifts his head and bites her leg. It was a warning bite. It didn't break the skin. I was right there and scooped her up immediately. She was hurt and scared and later said that she was afraid of him. I tell my husband that was the last straw. Two days later, I bring it up again. We end up in a fight. He points the blame on me for the bite. He tells me we have to be more vigilant in keeping them separate. That it is manageable and should be treated like childproofing and she could as easily get injured any other way. I tell him that perspective disgusts me, that this is a risk we can control. That set him off, he said some other hurtful things, I walked away because it was too heated, and here we sit.
I would love for him to age gracefully and pass away peacefully. The reality, in my eyes, is that it is going to be anything but peaceful. I can't even imagine if our daughter got hurt. I'm sure many people will respond that we haven't been responsible for awhile and I don't disagree. I feel like a terrible parent.
AITA for pushing to put our dog down? I'm sure he is on this sub and there is no anonymizing this, so he might even jump in. At this point, I think both of us could really benefit from an outside perspective.
If I am TA, let me know what can be done otherwise. What can we do that honors both the safety of our daughter and the life of our dog of 12 years? I'm at my wits end.

I've been sick over the last few days. The pharmacy messed up my insulin and I had to go a couple days without one of my types of insulin. It made me really sick. I wasn't able to keep anything down or move much without extreme nasea, and I had an awful headache and no way to allievate any of these symptoms. Whenever I stood up I got hit with the powerful nasea and tunnel vision that you get hit with before you pass out.
As a result I missed work on Monday, and ended up in the hospital on Tuesday, where I got my insulin and expected to be feeling better by the next morning. Unfortunately I did not, and couldn't keep down much besides water and saltine crackers. I hoped that I'd feel better by the next day, but didn't.
I still wasnt able to work yesterday or today, although I did manage to keep down some food last night and only threw up once today. I'm currently at urgent care to make sure I'm okay since I should be feeling better by now, as well as to get another work note. I got a note from the hospital excusing my absence the first two days, and now Im getting another one to cover my back.
I planned on working this weekend to make up two of the days but I guess that my boss's boss found out I had been making up time during the weekend in the past and I can't do that anymore, so next week I'll be working an extra couple hours late everyday to at least make up some of the time.
The thing is despite the fact that I've been so sick, to the point of being hospitalized, and getting all my documentation in order, I feel so anxious. I feel anxious I'm going to get fired, or that my coworkers will hate me and talk behind my back. Unfortunately this has happened in the past, where my boss says something is fine but then complains about it later, so I know I can't trust her to show any sign of it if she's angry or upset with me.
I know rationally that I won't get fired, and that if my boss chooses not to communicate concerns with me it's not my fault, and that really it doesn't matter if my boss likes me or not. But it's so stressful, I've been anxiously ruminating and feeling like an awful person like I'm doing something wrong.
It's not my fault I'm sick, or missing work, and I wish I didn't feel guilty. I'm typing this all out to vent and hopefully feel better, and maybe get some reassurance. I wish my brain would relax and let me focus on healing and resting. It's also somewhat concerning that I've been so sick, and I'm more worried about what others think of me then my own wellbeing. Something to work on in therapy I suppose.
Anyway, thank you for reading.

I have struggled with shaving ever since I can remember. The problem is, I have insanely sensitive skin and a very unfriendly anatomy (outie with prominent lips) but I absolutely cannot go without shaving. I am on the spectrum and have sensory issues, body hair being one of the worst offenders. I cannot stand the feeling of hair growing anywhere on my body except my head. It just makes me nauseous.
I have even gone through laser hair removal for my legs (by the way, if you have sensory issues, highly recommend! it's been like heaven, I can finally wear pants without shaving my legs every day!). But for my armpits and hooha, it's not an option because of my extremely low pain tolerance. My legs already made me scream so much that the cosmetologist was concerned, if she ever tried to get that laser anywhere near my more sensitive areas I would have passed out. For the same reason, I have actually never 'shaved' either of these regions - I can only trim. A razor is not even an option, I attempted it once and the moment I ran the blade across my skin there gently I was immediately crying in pain. My skin is insanely sensitive ('pale ghost' genre of white person, plus psoriasis and acne-prone). If I as much as try to use a razor anywhere near my hooha it immediately turns into a mess of bloody spots.
I used to painstakingly trim these areas down to the skin with scissors. Yes, it took hours, and yes, I frequently ended up cutting myself. To the point where I still have scars. It was horrid. I finally found a 'better' solution in the form of my mother's ANCIENT trimmer (photo included in comment). This thing was probably bought in the 90's and somehow still works. I don't know if it's because it's so old, and hence probably low-power, but it's the ONLY trimmer I've ever used that doesn't hurt me. It pulls on a hair sometimes but the general rate of injury is miniscule compares to the scissors.
The problem is, that trimmer is OLD. It's been on its last legs for years. It's battery-powered, which I hate, because the waste it generates is ridiculous. I have to exchange the batteries nearly monthly and it frequently slows down to the point where I have to hit it on various surfaces to make it run. I have tried to buy a new one but all modern trimmers I've tried are way too strong and end up causing the aforementioned bloody mess. The philips ladyshave line, which this trimmer is from, still exists - but my mother had bought a new one from it and it's too strong as well...
The only other thing I've tried were hair removal creams, but I tested like 5 different brands and none of them worked at removing all, or even most, of the hair. They also smell terrible and take a long time, not to mention the waste. Waxing/sugar is not even an option, I would die from pain. What I want most is a trimmer that is exactly like this ancient one I have, but runs on charging instead of batteries. But I have no clue how to look for something like that. I'm tired of buying random trimmers and discovering they cause me pain just like everything else.
I know this is a long shot but if there is anyone out there with similar sensitivity problems who has managed to find a trimmer that's gentle, I would be so grateful for a recommendation. I don't need it to shave close enough to the skin for it to look 'baby-smooth', I actually prefer it doesn't because I feel like that might lessen the pain factor. I just need something that won't require packs of batteries and won't leave me with a bloody rash. I'm based in Europe but I don't care, if I'll have to import some expensive trimmer from across the ocean, whatever! I'll pay any price at this point...

Alright where do I start?
in October of 2022, I was in a small accident in a commercial area in Newfoundland. I was at fault for the accident, but no one seemed hurt and damages were very minor. The other persons car received only cosmetic damage, and I had some damage to my front passenger side wheel which cost about $200 to fix.
I was trying to turn left into a parking lot, across 2 lanes. Someone in the lane closest to me stopped to let me go, and waved me. I took the turn (I know I shouldn't have), and got t-boned by an SUV. The SUV almost stopped when they hit me, hence the damage being very minor. I got out immediately and ran to the other car, there were 3 occupants, two in the front and one in the back. I had a chat with the driver and we exchanged insurance information. He was very kind to me and told me not to worry about it, and that stuff happens.
Cut to 8 months later, my dad texts me to inform me he was handed "court papers" by some guy in a dirty hoodie and hi-vis vest. It was not in an envelope, and it was given to my father, not me. When asked who he was, the person could not offer any form of identification and responded only by saying "I'm from the courts."
Within the letter, the passenger who was in the back of the SUV claims several different forms of damages, including torn ligaments in the shoulder, whiplash, persistent dizziness. They also claim that they have been unable to do household work and they want me to pay for the cost of their housekeeping. They also claim that they now require full time care.
The most insane part of this letter is their recollection of the story. They claim that I was speeding, and ran a red light, and t-boned them on the drivers side. I have photos and videos proving that this did not happen, and that the accident didn't even occur near an intersection. The statement specifically states that I was "devoid of any attention to the road"
Furthermore, the last page of the document includes a statement with some blanks left in it for me to fill out and "send back" to the law firm, stating that I agree to pay for the claims.
I am a college student who works 14 hours a week, I cannot afford a lawyer. I have no idea what to do guys

Hello!
I am a thirty year old man and I live in Livermore and I'm looking to hopefully meet a friend or friends who also live in this area. I would also be glad to meet folks from Pleasanton and Dublin too. I was born in Pleasanton and have lived in Livermore my whole life.
I have a lot of free time since with what I do for work, I make my own schedule, so I can be free any day, any time.
Right now I don't have any hobbies or anything like that but I do like to hang out and do things around town.
Some of my interests are: cars, shows, movies, history, language/linguistics (I'm learning Spanish right now), and a few others. And my favorite celebrity is former Formula 1 driver Kimi Raikkonen. I'm one of those kinds of folks who is just as comfortable meeting people with likeminded or different hobbies/interests than mine. I can get along with just about anybody and I like conversation and am good at it. I also like to just hang out in relative silence and chill too. I'm pretty much an extrovert with introvert preferences/tendencies.
I don't care what gender or age that you are, I'm just seeking to meet fellow Livermore/Tri-Valley folk and hopefully make some lasting in-real-life friendships.
Feel free to send me a chat or private message!

What do you guys think of this?
FADE IN:
EXT. THE OUTSIDE WORLD - DAY
Eren, Mikasa, and Armin walk down the bustling street, wide-eyed and amazed at the sights and sounds around them. They pass by cars, street vendors, and people enjoying ice cream.
EREN: (excitedly) This is amazing! I can't believe there's so much here!
MIKASA: (smiling) It's like a whole new world.
ARMIN: (in awe) I can't believe we're actually seeing this with our own eyes.
As they continue to explore, they spot a young man in the distance with a peculiar notebook, muttering to himself.
EREN: (curiously) Who's that?
MIKASA: (cautionary) Be careful, Eren.
ARMIN: (skeptical) That's a strange notebook he's holding.
As they approach the young man, they overhear him speaking about justice and punishment.
LIGHT: (muttering) Kira... I am justice. I am the god of the new world.
RYUK: (whispering to Light) Those people are following us. What should we do?
LIGHT: (calmly) Don't worry, Ryuk. I'll handle it.
Eren notices something interesting about the young man and decides to follow him.
EREN: (to Mikasa and Armin) Let's follow him. I want to know more.
They trail behind him, keeping a safe distance. As Light leads them into an alleyway, he turns around, demanding to know why they are following him.
LIGHT: (demanding) Who are you? Why are you following me?
EREN: (honestly) My name is Eren, and these are my friends Mikasa and Armin. We're from Paradis.
Light's eyes widen at the mention of Paradis.
LIGHT: (shocked) What are Subjects of Ymir doing outside of your walls? They'll kill you if they find out!
EREN: (confused) What do you mean?
LIGHT: (urgently) Come with me. I'll explain everything.
Light leads them to his dorm room, where Ryuk continues to express his suspicions.
RYUK: (whispering to Light) There's something different about them. They seem... out of place.
Light, however, is fascinated by their presence.
LIGHT: (intrigued) They may be just what I need to finally rid the world of evil.
As Eren and his friends settle into Light's room, they are unaware of the danger they have just walked into.
As they sit in Light's dorm, Light explains the story of the Eldian Empire and the power of the titans to the group. He then goes on to explain how Eldians or Subjects of Ymir are disliked by most of the world and branded as "Devils."
Armin asks, "But why? Why do they hate us so much?"
Light takes a deep breath. "It's a complicated history," he begins, "but the short answer is racism. They see us as different, as less than human. It's not right, and I strongly oppose it. But that's just the way the world works."
Eren speaks up. "So what's your plan, Light? How are you going to fix it?"
Light smiles. "I have a plan, Eren. A plan that involves using the power of this notebook," he holds up the Death Note, "to create a new world. A world where people like us are not discriminated against. A world where justice prevails."
Mikasa narrows her eyes. "What kind of justice?"
"True justice," Light replies, his eyes gleaming. "A world where criminals are punished swiftly and without mercy. A world where people are held accountable for their actions. A world where there is no racism, no discrimination, no inequality."
The group exchanges uneasy glances, unsure if they can trust Light and his plan. But there is something about him, charisma and confidence that is hard to ignore.
Meanwhile, Ryuk watches from the sidelines, amused by the interaction between Light and the Paradis group. "These humans are interesting," he mutters to himself. "I wonder what kind of chaos they will bring to this world."
Light stood up from the couch and stretched his arms. "I'm going out to the market to get some groceries," he said, turning to face the group. "But I need you guys to stay here for a bit longer. It's not safe for Eldians to be walking around without armbands. They'll know who you are as soon as they see you."
Eren scowled at the reminder of their predicament. "It's not fair. We didn't choose to be Eldians."
"I know," Light said, sympathy in his voice. "But that's just how it is in this world. We have to work with what we've got."
Mikasa nodded, her face set in determination. "We understand, Light. We'll stay here."
"Good." Light grabbed his coat and headed towards the door. "Oh, and Armin?" he added, turning back to the group. "Ryuk likes apples. There are some in the fridge if you want to give him one."
Armin nodded nervously. He had been trying his best to avoid Ryuk since he first laid eyes on him, but the Shinigami's presence was hard to ignore. "O-okay," he stammered.
As Light walked out the door, the group settled back onto the couches, passing the time with small talk. Armin found himself lost in thought, wondering what Light's plan was and if they could trust him. Ryuk's sudden appearance had only made things more complicated, and Armin was starting to feel overwhelmed.
Suddenly, Mikasa stood up, a determined look on her face. "I'm going to check on Eren's wounds," she declared. "He's been getting restless."
"I'll come with you," Jean said, standing up as well. "I need to stretch my legs."
As the two left the room, Armin was left alone with Ryuk. He stared at the wall where Ryuk was perched, wondering what the Shinigami was thinking.
"You don't have to be scared of me, you know," Ryuk said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Armin jumped at the sound of his voice. "W-what?" he stuttered.
"I said, you don't have to be scared of me," Ryuk repeated, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I'm just here to watch. I don't have any interest in hurting you."
Armin nodded, still wary of the strange creature. "O-okay. Thanks for letting me know."
The room fell into an awkward silence, and Armin found himself fidgeting with his hands. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were all in grave danger, and the thought of being caught and punished for being Eldians made his stomach churn.
Armin throws the apple at Ryuk, who catches it effortlessly with his long fingers. The group watches in amazement as the apple disappears, seemingly into thin air.
Mikasa, with a look of bewilderment on her face, tentatively reaches out her hand to where the apple had vanished. She feels nothing but air, and quickly retracts her hand with a small gasp.
"What the hell?" Jean exclaims, staring at the spot where the apple had vanished. "Did you guys see that?"
"Yeah," Connie nods, his eyes wide. "What the hell is going on?"
Armin, who is still able to see Ryuk, grins and throws another apple. This time, he throws it with a bit more force, and Ryuk catches it with a loud crunch. The group jumps as the sound echoes through the room.
"He's really eating them," Armin says, looking at the others with a mix of excitement and fear.
"What else can he do?" Sasha asks, leaning forward to get a better look.
"I don't know," Armin says with a shrug. "I guess we'll find out."
The group spends the next few minutes watching in awe as Armin throws apple after apple at Ryuk, who catches them with ease and devours them noisily. The sound of Ryuk's chewing echoes through the room, and it's clear that the group is both fascinated and disturbed by what they're witnessing.
Finally, Armin runs out of apples and Ryuk lets out a loud belch. "Thanks for the snack, kid," he says, licking his lips. "That hit the spot."
The group stares at the spot where Ryuk had been, still unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Meanwhile, Armin stands there with a huge grin on his face, feeling like he's just had the greatest experience of his life.
As Light walked through the market, he tried to blend in with the crowd and not draw any attention to himself. However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he passed by the Warrior units, who were engaged in a lively conversation.
Reiner noticed him first. "Hey, isn't that Light Yagami?" he said, nudging Porco and Pieck. The others turned to look at Light, who had now stopped in his tracks.
"Light Yagami?" Pieck repeated, raising an eyebrow. "As in, the Kira case Light Yagami?"
Light cursed himself for not being more careful. He had hoped that his presence in Marley would go unnoticed, but it seemed that he had underestimated the Warriors' intelligence gathering.
"Yes, that's me," Light admitted, trying to play it cool. "But that case is over now. I'm just here attending college."
Reiner walked over to him, a friendly smile on his face. "I'm surprised to see you here," he said. "What brings you to Marley?"
Light hesitated for a moment before replying. "I wanted to experience a different culture," he said. "Japan can be a bit stifling sometimes."
Reiner nodded. "I know what you mean. We may come from different worlds, but we can all appreciate the need for a change of scenery every now and then."
Light relaxed a little at Reiner's words. Perhaps these Warriors weren't so bad after all.
"So, what do you think of Marley so far?" Porco asked, joining the conversation.
"It's certainly different from Japan," Light replied. "But I'm enjoying the experience."
Pieck smirked. "Don't get too comfortable, though," she warned. "Marley has a way of getting under your skin."
Light chuckled nervously. He knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down around these people.
As the conversation continued, Light tried to steer it away from himself and towards the Warriors. He asked them about their experiences as Eldian soldiers, about their families and their hopes for the future.
In turn, the Warriors were curious about Japan and Light's life there. They asked him about Japanese culture, food, and entertainment, and Light was happy to oblige.
As they parted ways, Light felt a strange sense of camaraderie with these Warriors. They may have been on opposite sides of a conflict, but they were all just people trying to make their way in the world.
As they walked to a private spot, Reiner began to explain his time on Paradis to Light. "So, what was it like being on Paradis?" Light asked, trying to sound casual. "It was terrible," Reiner replied with a shake of his head. "The Eldians there are all devils, just waiting to attack us. We had to be on guard every second." "I see," Light said, nodding along. "And what about your interactions with them?" "It was difficult," Reiner said, his voice heavy. "We tried to blend in, to not draw attention to ourselves, but it was always a risk. We couldn't trust anyone, not even the Eldians who claimed to be on our side." "I can only imagine," Light said sympathetically, trying to keep his true feelings hidden. "What was the worst thing you witnessed?" Reiner took a deep breath. "There was an incident at the entrance ceremony. One of the Eldians, a girl named Sasha, stole a potato and ate it in front of everyone. It was a clear sign of defiance, a message that they weren't going to be controlled by us. We had to make it seem like a deliberate act of aggression to justify our actions." Light's eyes widened in shock. "That's horrible. I can't believe they would do something like that." "Exactly," Reiner said, nodding in agreement. "They're all monsters, waiting for their chance to strike. It's our duty to protect the world from them." Light continued to nod along, but inside he was seething. He couldn't believe the level of brainwashing and hatred that Reiner and the others had been subjected to. He had to be careful not to reveal his true feelings, not in front of them. "So, what brings you to Marley, Light Yagami?" Reiner asked, changing the subject. "Just attending college," Light replied smoothly. "I'm interested in international relations, and Marley has a lot of interesting perspectives on the subject."
"Ah, I see," Reiner said, nodding slowly. "Well, we should probably get going. It was nice talking to you, Light Yagami."
"Likewise," Light said, watching as Reiner and the others walked away. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they found out he was actually an Eldian sympathizer.
As Reiner gets ready to leave, Light quickly asks him, "Hey, do you know any good vegetable shops around here? I've been looking for some good potatoes."
Reiner seems a bit taken aback by the sudden change in topic, but he quickly recovers and offers, "Yeah, actually there's a great one just a few streets down. Here, let me show you."
Light follows Reiner down a few streets and to a small shop with a sign reading "Fresh Produce" hanging above it. Reiner introduces Light to the shopkeeper, who is more than happy to show him around and help him pick out some of the freshest potatoes they have in stock.
As they browse the shop, Light can't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about this new world he's found himself in. He thinks back to his conversation with Ryuk earlier and wonders just how much more he has to learn about this place and the people who inhabit it. But for now, he's content to focus on finding the best potatoes he can, and maybe even cooking up a tasty meal with them later.
As Light was walking to his dorm, he was stopped by a couple of Marleyan soldiers who looked at him with disdain. One of them sneered, "What are you doing here, Jap? You're not welcome in Marley."
Light remained calm and composed, replying, "I'm just here to attend college like any other student."
The other soldier chimed in, "We've had sightings of Eldians without their armbands. Have you seen anything suspicious?"
Light raised an eyebrow and replied, "No, I haven't. But I'll keep an eye out for any suspicious activity."
The first soldier then asked, "What do you think of Kira? Since you're Japanese, you must have an opinion."
Light's eyes glinted with interest as he replied, "Kira is an interesting case. He's managed to elude the authorities for a long time, and it's clear that he has a strong sense of justice."
The second soldier snorted, "Justice? He's just a mass murderer!"
Light remained calm and continued, "That may be true, but he's also been eliminating criminals who have escaped punishment through the legal system. I believe that Kira is sending a message to the world that no one is above the law."
The soldiers exchanged a look, unsure of what to make of Light's response. The first soldier then said, "Well, don't get any funny ideas. We'll be watching you, Jap."
Light nodded politely and continued on his way, but inwardly he was seething with anger. He couldn't believe how ignorant and prejudiced some people could be.

Hello!
I am a thirty year old man and I live in Livermore and I'm looking to hopefully meet a friend or friends. I would be glad to meet folks from Pleasanton and Dublin too. I was born in Pleasanton and have lived in Livermore my whole life.
I have a lot of free time since with what I do for work, I make my own schedule, so I can be free any day, any time.
Right now I don't have any hobbies or anything like that but I do like to hang out and do things around town.
Some of my interests are: cars, shows, movies, history, language/linguistics (I'm learning Spanish right now), and a few others. And my favorite celebrity is former Formula 1 driver Kimi Raikkonen. I'm one of those kinds of folks who is just as comfortable meeting people with likeminded or different hobbies/interests than mine. I can get along with just about anybody and I like conversation and am good at it. I also like to just hang out in relative silence and chill too. I'm pretty much an extrovert with introvert preferences/tendencies.
I don't care what gender or age that you are, I'm just seeking to meet fellow Livermore/Tri-Valley folk and hopefully make some lasting in-real-life friendships.
Feel free to send me a chat or private message!

Hello!
I am a thirty year old man and I live here in Livermore and I'm looking to hopefully meet a friend or friends who also live here. I would also be glad to meet folks from Pleasanton and Dublin too. I was born in Pleasanton and have lived in Livermore my whole life.
I have a lot of free time since with what I do for work, I make my own schedule, so I can be free any day, any time.
Right now I don't have any hobbies or anything like that but I do like to hang out and do things around town.
Some of my interests are: cars, shows, movies, history, language/linguistics (I'm learning Spanish right now), and a few others. And my favorite celebrity is former Formula 1 driver Kimi Raikkonen. I'm one of those kinds of folks who is just as comfortable meeting people with likeminded or different hobbies/interests than mine. I can get along with just about anybody and I like conversation and am good at it. I also like to just hang out in relative silence and chill too. I'm pretty much an extrovert with introvert preferences/tendencies.
I don't care what gender or age that you are, I'm just seeking to meet fellow Livermore/Tri-Valley folk and hopefully make some lasting in-real-life friendships.
Feel free to send me a chat or private message!

14.
The majority of people in any society prefer peace over war out of rational self-interest. Therefore, an war waging autocrat's power is upheld by and can be pinpointed down to very few commanding high multiplicator factor individuals.
Those supporters of said autocrat typically act in their own rational self-interest, believing they will benefit in terms of power or possessions.
I am, therefore, in favor of acknowledging specific individuals' multiplicator factor. Freezing, not seizing possession of assets, is a legitimate means in terms of peace efforts. Though a much more complicated approach than the current one, it is equally much more just.
The individualized approach may seem lengthy, but a good handful of years of painstakingly precise efforts would be quite the shortcut against decades of the regime staying in power and a war whichs cutural destrcution will last indefienitly.
However, this does not make for a full solution:
14.2
Because its web is fast, spanning the globe, but authorities are very stationary, border-limited, bureaucracy-heavy governments are utterly inefficient when attempting to dry out malevolent monetary flows.
Specific regulations against specific individuals currently require extraordinary effort to be executed. Their implementation takes many people from around the world, who report and obey different authorities and systems.
Attempting such collaboration, one will instantaneously realize that the most significant threshold is yet another one: usually, it is not in rational self-interest to participate in executing sanctions against individuals.
Even under pressure of media attention and dominant other political powers, regulators tend to act reluctantly, take time, and insist on privacy regulations, etc.
If one gets a hand over, the others likely panic. Especially for tax and letterbox company havens, this could result in a major economic loss.
Another factor that should not be underestimated: people supposed to execute sanctions might as well fear for their safety if they enroll them.
On the opposite, it is highly profitable to just ask a few questions less, look somewhere else first, and put on some chill Lo-fi if it gets noisy.
Would you bite a hand that stuffs money in your mouth?
How does the current political approach even try to solve this? Personally, I have not come across a concept regarding sanctions against specific individuals that addresses these key challenges.
It appears that currently, there is no authority that is able to address these challenges openly. Even with the best of will and effort, the current approach is, therefore, inadequate and will not weaken the Russian or any other regime effectively.
Distributing resources away from the regime through the described approaches of leverage transfer by refugees, however, would have a considerable impact.
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15.
What about the cost involved? Nothing will cost humanity as much as international nuclear warfare.
The arts are glorious representatives of sophistication.
I dare you to see what's fueling nightmares: Take a good look at the grotesquely anatomically incorrect statues which replaced war-lost originals of Germany's rebuilt classical architecture.
This is for certain: In war, irreplaceable cultural achievements will be lost, and no effort, no matter the money involved, will be able to take their place.
Competition elevates the skill level. The dedication to a particular craft of the time cannot be forged again later. The style in technique, the personal expression of vision by the artist cannot be faked. The passion of the time, which brought this art into reality, is caused by curiosity when materials and tools are new to a time. As materials and possibilities change, craft expertise shifts with the different economic environment of a later time.
The few skilled and passionate individuals capable of an older craft remaining are hardly able to meet the enormous demand for copies after a severe wipeout of culture at a price a society can afford. Therefore, many cultural achievements, but especially architecture, will be replaced by uninspired, low-quality, fast, mass production. Proof stand in the endless eyesores on every rebuilt street of Germany.
And even if the money is put down to build a copy, now undeniably proven, it might as well turn out to be a parody of the original.
What's left but to invite you to enjoy an uncanny valley cringe on your next trip to Germany? Reflecting deeply: What is humanity's true pride? If we consider art worthless, its loss a minor nuisance, are we still elevated above animals?
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16.
No, I am not afraid of overpopulation.
Though such an approach clearly poses a considerable infrastructure challenge. But temporary one, lasting a maximum of a few years, possibly just a few months. Most people love their home countries, especially soldiers. When the arms are put down, I assume the majority of them will gladly return home.
The less destruction of people's means of livelihood has progressed, the easier it will be for people to get back to their old lives. Timely implementation of fruitful peace efforts contributes to economic well-being for everyone.
Weighing nuclear doom against a maximum of a few years of crowdedness, and to be fair, cultural shocks, I think the latter is the more responsible choice.
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16.1
A fundamentally more pressing concern for those who actually have to live in between it would be a rise in socially unfit behavior.
Ranging from trash lying everywhere and harassment by violent drug addicts to a rise in oppressive organized criminality, inviting God knows who is bound to raise tension with the local population.
From women and children fearing for their safety during daily commutes to various physically and psychologically traumatic experiences and loss of lives, people will have reasons to oppose this state of crowdedness.
Growing up in the capital, I had to deal with mentally and morally gone people like this countless times myself. I left it tired of the ever-lurking harassment and violence. I take these concerns deeply seriously and do not underestimate the severe social unrest and destruction that can unfold if these matters are not addressed with an open heart as well as an adequately firm hand.
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16.2
Lately, I get insulted based on my gender more often by newly arrived Eastern European men. But the origin of unfit behavior is, as far as I am concerned, less a matter of nationality, race, or cultural differences, but mostly one of class, of wealth.
The ways of people who have to scrape for survival [C0,1] in whatever way they can come up with clash hard with those of a well-situated middle class [C3] and relate least to a life in classes 4+. Sophistication floats lighter on resources.
This is quite a complex topic, and so is its solution. Though very much implementable, I think addressing it here would be too elaborate.
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16.3
We gained experience we can build upon.
Despite the constant depictions in the media of middle-class refugee families, the broad majority of refugees from North Africa and the Middle East were young males. That is because fleeing is very dangerous and physically exhausting. Consequently, only the healthy, young ones, who can defend themselves physically make it to a faraway destination like a Western European country. The less fit ones, like women or children, either do not attempt the journey or get stuck in giant refugee camps in countries with lesser social support programs early on.
Foreigners who, against the odds, made it to Germany accomplished this primarily because they prioritized their own survival in whatever way necessary and regarded morals and etiquette second. With an influx of this mindset by the hundreds upon thousands in the past, today's rise in conflicts was inevitable. If we invite millions more, how will it affect society?
The safer the escape routes are, crime statistically speaking, the more less problematic guests like families, females, and seniors will reach us.
Fortunately, real toxic structures like organized criminality need time to grow. The faster the special approach to refugees becomes unnecessary as peace is achieved, the less hardened these problematic structures will be. And getting rid of them will be proportionally easier.
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17.
The problem is not that these solutions are not obvious. I am sure many people have pointed out most, if not all, of what I wrote here before. Quite possibly, more sophisticated approaches are being discussed around the world in social circles that truly care. I gladly leave it to the better plan, if there is one.
The actual problem is the interests of those who want war. It appears to me that everyone who believes they will benefit from stirring up this conflict in particular, does not enjoy an eagle's view over this checkered battlefield.
The relevant motivations appear to be distinguishable into two categories:
17.1
One interest in the first category is the personal benefit of financial gains:
Countries at war import with negligible export. Third parties can perceive war as a business opportunity. This coined the thoroughly insane saying, "War is good for the economy."
To pay for weapons and the shortened daily necessities of its citizens, Ukraine takes on massive contractual debt that will take decades to repay. Signing to rebuild exclusively with lending country's business contractors is fighting off one invader for freedom just to invite another to be chained up.
Invaders tend to believe too they will amass wealth through robbing the conquered territory. However, the invading regime is usually not even able to break even against the financial losses of the war. Russia robbing East Germany of its industry after the Second World War being a good example.
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17.2
Another similarly irrational interest in the same category would be the concept of glory from conquest. Manifestation of believing one's own lies, the fooling becomes the fooled, chasing after the ever-propagated adoration and respect for a successful conqueror.
The is few around which aspire to be similarly evil. And they typically neither adore nor fear. Attempting to be their inspiration is inviting competition.
In reality, the vast majority of any society feel deep-rooted despise for the one who bestowed the terror of war. The pain of loss of family and livelihood is real, while the elevation of glory is solely conceptual. Redrawing a line on a map has innit no respect-evoking meaning. People will be affected by tyranny, yes, but the perceived gain is no different than any other accumulation beyond necessity and reason, and its illusion of glory therefore hollow.
The increase in governance power has a negligible impact on the commanding invader's daily life. The name gets whispered with fear now. That's all. It appears that's what people are sent to die for, like toy soldiers.
Achieving what was wanted but not what was needed, jet-ridden by one's own illusions, an invader will likely seek to continue on this path of new invasions entirely unaware that it leads nowhere. Because conquest does not relate to the experiences that bear personal reason, upon accomplishing territorial increase, one will not have moved on from the initial personal pain longed to overcome. Conquest neither provides an elevation in mind nor does it erase the origin of personal insecurities that incited this behavior.
Rather, it's an undeniable witnessable process of self-destruction. Out of the hole in one's soul longed to fill, now darkness extends into a vortex, sucking out all consciousness until it's puppeteering an empty shell.
As lowly as these reasons to engage in war are, they appear to be the driving motivations for the very most chaos-fueling actors [C 4, 5].
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Now, it is obvious, yet courteous, to mention that not everyone in politics or business who is currently making decisions around the Ukraine invasion is motivated in such devious ways. While most are just unsure about the best way to act in an attempt to support the seizing of battle, it is certainly a few people who are straight up sceaming to have this war continue. But with a high multiplier factor and in key positions, their influence is deadly.
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17.3
The second motivation category, which is a driving factor, appears to be less simple-minded. Calculating for energy input against desired output, these reasons of personal benefit listed above are not quite sufficient to motivate, as it is a rather dangerous, yet thought and energy-extensive endeavor.
I have already addressed the second category of motivations. I have relatively little personal experience, which would provide relatively secure premises to quote in regard to these motivations. They are vastly conceptual, and elaborations on them would likely extend into off-topic territory. Therefore, I decided that this category would not make a sensible inclusion here.
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18 P.N.
It is not obvious to me what is obvious to most, and what needs elaboration to make concepts accessible. I attempted to keep this text concise. If it is fruitful because there is interest in the well over a dozen more pages of elaborations, I will publish them online. Extended personal notes are likewise relatively unrelated to the topic.
But this text might as well be the first and the last mail of its kind. I consider elaborating on minor specifics a relatively inefficient approach. Does that mean I am ignoring people's pain?
The approach towards peace described above requires a massive web of collaboration. It is sensical to be aware of my personal resources and the different likelihoods of realizing specific achievements based on these factors. Hoping to be able to become a person with a high enough multiplier factor to stop a war in swing is a time and energy-intensive approach with a high likelihood of complete failure. Instead of becoming a personified nexus that would disappear with me, a higher likelihood of success holds approaching the goal in a manner which holds no regard of when or how I end. Based on what I've learned about how this world works [L2], I hope to offer concepts anyone can pick up on at any point.
Conversely, I am not willing to waste my resources of time and energy on actions that some might hope work, but my experience and conclusions tell me otherwise.
Who could move forward with cowardly, insecurity-ridden fools that are mentally so weak that they panic and make a fuss over most minor nuisances?
Did that sound spiteful? I don't mind being proven wrong.
But I would be a fool to ignore the early limit to what support can accomplish, without the will to move forward from those who are offered it. Consequently, there is no point in wasting energy on further attempts of explanation, only in extending the opportunity to revisit concepts once one decides to be open-minded.
I am fully aware that no matter whether I attempt to provide the highest quality of information and concepts I can, the throughput is given to be [L2] and taken to be [L1] very small. Yet my own story holds proof enough that no one can tell how far even zero upvotes go.
I deeply appreciate you sharing this text or parts of it, if you disagree with specific points made, with people who currently consider stirring up the fire of war reasonable, as well as individuals who believe it to be moral to fuel the flames of chaos indirectly.

Effing Finally!!!!
Not the crime I want to see him pay for, but it’s a start. Holding out hope, we get him for murder eventually.
BIRMINGHAM, Ala. (AP) — Joran van der Sloot, the chief suspect in the 2005 disappearance of Natalee Holloway, arrived in the United States on Thursday to face charges that he attempted to extort money from the missing woman’s mother.
An FBI-operated plane carrying van der Sloot landed at Birmingham’s Shuttlesworth Airport just before 2:30 p.m. and the suspect was escorted down the steps into a black SUV, which was to take him to a federal courthouse for a hearing.
Van der Sloot was extradited to the United States from Peru where he has been serving a 28-year sentence for the slaying of a Peruvian woman. He is wanted in the U.S. on one count each of extortion and wire fraud — the only charges to have ever linked the Dutch citizen to Holloway’s disappearance on the Caribbean island of Aruba. He was handed over in Peru to U.S. custody on Thursday, roughly a month after both countries agreed on his extradition.
Eighteen-year-old Holloway was on a high school graduation trip with classmates to the Caribbean island of Aruba when she vanished. She was last seen leaving a bar with van der Sloot in 2005. Van der Sloot was questioned in Holloway’s disappearance, but never charged. U.S. prosecutors said in 2010 van der Sloot reached out to Holloway’s mother, Beth Holloway, seeking the money to disclose the location of the young woman’s body.
Holloway’s body has never been found.
Video and photos released by Peruvian authorities Thursday show him wearing jeans and a black puffer jacket, shaking his shoulders and grimacing as officers adjust his handcuffs and remove an Interpol-marked vest. Footage and images also show van der Sloot in a conference room with law enforcement officers from Peru, the FBI and Interpol, and a health care professional.
The federal charges filed in Alabama against van der Sloot stem from an accusation that he tried to extort the Holloway family in 2010, promising to lead them to her body in exchange for hundreds of thousands of dollars. A grand jury indicted him that year on one count each of wire fraud and extortion.
Holloway’s mysterious disappearance sparked years of news coverage and countless true-crime podcasts.
Van der Sloot in 2012 pleaded guilty in Peru to killing 21-year-old Stephany Flores, a business student from a prominent Peruvian family. She was killed in 2010 five years to the day after Holloway’s disappearance.
A 2001 treaty between Peru and the U.S. allows a suspect to be temporarily extradited to face trial in the other country. Van der Sloot’s attorney, Máximo Altez, initially indicated his client would not challenge his extradition but that changed Monday when he filed a writ of habeas corpus. A judge ruled against van der Sloot the following day.
The time that van der Sloot ends up spending in the U.S. “will be extended until the conclusion of the criminal proceedings,” including the appeal process, should there be one, according to a resolution published in Peru’s federal register. The resolution also states that U.S. authorities agree to return van der Sloot to the custody of Peru afterward.
Van der Sloot married a Peruvian woman in July 2014 in a ceremony at a maximum-security prison. He was transferred among Peruvian prisons in response to reports that he enjoyed privileges such as television, internet access and a cellphone, and accusations that he had threatened to kill a warden.
Joyce Vance, a federal prosecutor in Alabama when van der Sloot was charged, said his arrival in the southern U.S. state is a long-awaited opportunity for justice.
“We always say that justice delayed is justice denied, and there’s a certain simple truth to that,” said Vance, the former U.S. attorney for the northern district of Alabama, which includes Birmingham. “But this case makes me think sometimes justice delayed is actually worth it. It’s not optimal. It’s not what anybody would have wanted at the outset, but justice delayed is better than justice never delivered.”

It's been almost two years since my previous relationship ended and I've been moving on. I've been finding comfort in being alone again. I've been having the motivation to clean my room so that I can organize my thoughts as I welcome some new things in my life. The last time I fully cleaned my room was after the breakup and I threw away most of the things that reminded me of my ex.
When I was cleaning, I went to our garage to check some things and discovered a moving bin. I found a mac book box hiding in the bottom of it along with other apple boxes on top of it. The bin was used as a type of storage for our bathroom stuff. We moved days before the break up, so I was able to easily throw some stuff I don't need. I was curious about the box so without hesitation I grabbed it and went straight to my room. I opened it and saw some pictures of my days during high school. One thing from my previous relationship is that we were high school sweethearts. We graduate high school and went to the same college together.
I found tons of photos of my ex more than myself. One particular, I wrote in the back in one photo about a moment we shared together. Maybe my past self did that to show our children bits of moments we had when we were younger. As I dive through the contents of the box, I saw a purple notebook. It was an old diary that I used to write on during my high school days. I was a type of person to pick leaves on trees and tape it on my diary. I also had tons of artwork, poems, and pictures inside of it. The diary also contains of the memories from the first time I met my ex until the time we got together officially.
I was young and so naïve. I took a moment to flip those pages, and laughed because of how funny I acted in front of my ex while I was trying to confess my undying love. I stopped reading for a second and smiled. A bit of me was lonely but also accepts that it all ended. I returned the contents inside of it and closed it. I decided not to throw it away. I grabbed it and stored it on top of my closet where I usually kept most of the things I don't usually used in my daily life. I continued cleaning my room the rest of the day.
I realized that I'm standing at the point of my life where I didn't really care about my ex anymore. Some things hurt me because it reminded me of the past but as time goes on I accepted it. My last relationship was my first love btw. We were young and both of us were growing up. We needed space for us to grow up so we decided to set both of us free. The last sentence I said towards them was that they will always have a special place inside my heart and in the end they did.

So this is all really hard to explain and type out but I need other peoples perspectives on this because I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my significant other over some really petty white lie that I told out of good intentions. It started with her being insecure over the people i have been associated with over the course of my life previous to even meeting my current SO. She tells me I’m a cheater for liking a bikini picture of some one I went to school with since I was in middle school. I understand I shouldn’t of done it and she makes me feel awful and hangs it over my head constantly along with other things no other person I’ve ever dated has had insecurities about. I’m a very faithful person and would never be disloyal to her by cheating, she’s the only person I devote my time to and care for. She doesn’t seem to believe me though and says I wouldn’t like another girls photo and have other girls I’m no longer associated with on social media if I was genuine about what I say. I don’t know how this constitutes being fraudulent because it seems so petty to break up over a liked photo and having people on my socials. I told her I went to school with 2 people when I didn’t and wanted to fix it but was afraid of being beat down mentally for it . I said I went to school with them out of a panic and felt horribly after but she doesn’t seem to care at all. I deeply care for her but she says she can’t trust me at all and I’ve tried offering all the avenues possible to fix this but she is so un willing. Im not sure what to do any insight would be greatly appreciated Thank you

i haven’t been able to speak with my dad in months, and i think it’s because he’s angry that i moved in with my mom. the only reason i moved is because i was a scapegoat when i lived with him.
having space from him finally made me realize how narcissistic and abusive he was. the realization has been really hard for me to cope with.
he would come home angry and take out all of his anger on me. it felt like no matter what i did i was never good enough for him.
he called me “selfish” “soft” “lazy” if i ever forgot to do something or showed too much emotion around him. sometimes he would just yell at me to the point of me completely shutting down mentally, and then would continue to yell because he was angry that i stopped being able to respond.
he got so angry about me not responding once that he took my drawing tablet and threw it across the room. even if i was curled up in a ball crying he would still be so angry at me, and it felt like a nightmare that just never stopped.
if i ever missed the bus he would start screaming at me and i had to lock myself in the bathroom so i could have a panic attack in peace
even on my birthday he started an argument and kept yelling till i had a panic attack.
he constantly told me that i “always liked to start arguments” whenever i disagreed with him and spoke my mind.
i feel like he destroyed all of my confidence and self worth by always asking me “how are you ever going to make it in the real world?”
instead of giving the tools to make it in the real world he laughed at the mistakes i made while trying to learn everything on my own.
my brother has always been the golden child because he is actually blood related to my father and i am not. they are also both guys and have more in common.
this week though i just received the worst news ever from my mother…
my dad (who never even attempted to help me financially in any way) is building a bunch of shit for my brother at his house because he is GIFTING THE ENTIRE HOUSE to him. (a house that’s probably worth like 500k at this point)
he told my 12 year old brother that when he graduates he is just gonna be given an entire house for his buddies to live in with him.
he built a gaming room set up and an entire fucking basketball court for him.
it honestly feel like such a punch in the heart because he always made me feel bad for wanting anything growing up. i couldn’t even want a small thing at the store let alone an entire house. he made me feel like i don’t deserve anything in life.
he gives my brother literally everything he wants and is turning him into another narcissist that believes he deserves everything without ever working for it.
both of them used to team up on me to make fun of me or make me feel guilty, but this is a whole other level of pain i’m feeling right now.
my father won’t even help me with rides to work (after not teaching me how to drive)
he only ever drove me somewhere once since i moved out. it was to an urgent care for a health issue and he complained the entire time while threatening to get rid of my cats.
now i find out he’s trying to build my brother his own fucking dream life and it’s shattering my soul

On the planet teeming with eight billion others, I was just another face in the crowd, navigating the tumultuous corridors of high school, unknowing of how little I actually mattered to the universe. Today, we were ticking off the second to last day of the school year, and we had the liberty of a half day, making lunchtime the closing bell.
At fifteen, I was awkwardly wading through the stormy seas of adolescence, complete with the scourge of hormonal surges and the unfortunate sprinkling of acne dotting my face. My world was wonderfully wrapped up in a corner of our high school cafeteria, a realm presided over by Emila. The dazzling subject of my dreams, she held me under her spell with her enchanting beauty. Her hair, a river of glistening platinum, formed a comforting canopy around me, filling my senses with a tantalizing mix of coconut-scented shampoo and the memorable reminder of our gym sessions.
“Alex, come back to Earth!”
My Emila-infused daydream was interrupted by Elijah, my only friend in a table full of acquaintances.
“Did you see the TikTok I sent?”
He asked, a twinkle of devilish delight dancing in his eyes. I fumbled for my phone, eager for a dose of Elijah’s promised comedy, only to find the video was no longer available with unsurprising speed.
“Man, it was comedy gold! Imagine Thanos, asscheeks and all, telling the most offensive Holocaust joke. Legendary stuff”
Elijah chuckled heartily, his laughter echoing around the room, amplified by his own creative narrative.
“Sure sounds like it”
I muttered, my gaze returning to Emila. Her attention was stolen by my older brother, the infamous Mikey, whose joke had her laughing. Mikey, a final year student with a solid record of academic underachievement and a proclivity for marijuana, was a walking, talking, stoner stereotype. What was unsettling was his inexplicable charm with the wide-eyed freshman girls, a twisted hobby that gave him an unusual sense of satisfaction.
As the bell shrilled, signaling the end of the school day, Mikey abruptly stood up, the metal chair beneath him screeching. His next words, a slurred mix of slangs and contemporary cuss words, were aimed at summoning his freshman fan club. At the same time, he bumbled out a half-hearted invitation for Emila to join their quest for illicit pleasures. Emila's reaction was a fusion of disgust and amusement, an expression I decided to commit to memory for my poetry. She gracefully declined his offer with a well-rehearsed flip of her hair and a disdainful wave of her hand, then she returned to her conversation, laughter pealing from her like sweet music, completely oblivious to my heart hammering in my chest.
Around me, chaos broke loose as the cafeteria, now released from the clutches of academic torture, transitioned into a war zone of wild whoops, boisterous laughter. The last sight that graced my eyes as I exited the cafeteria was the bewildered expression on the face of our school janitor, as he stood paralyzed amidst the storm, mop in hand It was a fittingly ludicrous end to another thrillingly mundane school day. With that, I picked up my bag, donned my headphones, and began my solitary trek home.
The burden of unrequited love weighed heavily upon my weary shoulders as I trudged homeward. In dire need of a hit, I fumbled for my go-to vape, only to be met with the light show of a dead battery. As I hit the 7-Eleven on my route, I was looking forward to seeing Antonio, this dude who seemed more interested in cracking jokes than caring about checking IDs. But instead of Antonio's playful smirk, I came face-to-face with a new character, with wrinkles that told stories of time gone by. A wave of disappointment washed over me as I nabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper and headed for the cash register.
"What happened to Antonio?"
I asked, putting my drink on the counter for the mystery guy.
"Who?"
He muttered, his focus on the soda can he was sliding under the scanner.
"Antonio, the guy who's usually here in the evenings"
I explained, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Dunno. I only started here last week. I just know the young girl who takes over when my shift ends"
He responded, his words leaving a gap in my world, like a punch in the gut of my usual routine.
Taking a bubbly swig of my Dr. Pepper, I tried to swallow the truth of teenage life. It was like walking into my favorite cozy room, only to find the furniture rearranged haphazardly. The change was unexpected, and unwelcome.
Finally trekking my way home after sitting on a bench listening to music for what Must've been hours. I walked under a sky that seemed to be experimenting with shades of orange and purple, I felt a strange kind of solitude sneaking in. My thoughts kept playing a merry-go-round with Mikey, Emila, and now absent Antonio - the trio that had become the stars of my high school drama.
My front door protested loudly under my foot's frustrated kick, and a slurred
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Bellowed from the living room. My mother, ensnared in an alcoholic haze, lounged over the couch, her shaking finger accusingly pointed in my direction.
"Did you forget that I get migraines?"
The smell of tequila permeated the air, filling my nostrils as soon as I crossed the threshold. I sighed, hoping for a lifeline.
"Is dad home?"
My mother sank back onto the couch, her voice a whisper
"No."
My father, the only one who occasionally lent an ear when I complained about Mikey, was perpetually chained to his cubicle, another cog in the corporate machine.
I ascended the stairs, each creaking step a harmony to the melancholic rhythm of the dark. The silent house held the weight of my unease, my chest tightening with an indescribable yearning. Tucked away in the solitude of my room, I pulled out my phone, the screen's glow illuminating my apprehensive features. I typed out a tentative message to Emilia, a small confession of the feelings that had long been gnawing at my insides.
"Hey, Emilia, I..."
First message sent. But before I could finish my second text, the dreaded words - 'Message Failed to Send' stared back at me. My heart sank. Was it a sign? Maybe the universe was intervening, telling me it wasn't the right time, or perhaps, it never would be. Disheartened, I slung my phone aside, letting the unsent feelings hover in the digital void. Slipping under the comforting shroud of my blanket, I drifted off into a sleep, with dreams tinted in hues of Emilia and unspoken words.
The next morning started out ordinary until it was splattered with the color of angst when I pleaded with Mikey that morning to stay away from Emila. His response?
"Amelia, the freshman? Didn't know you had a thing for her."
His nonchalance was maddening.
"Emila. As your brother, I'm asking you to back off"
I clarified, hoping it would penetrate his stubborn exterior.
His perplexed expression turned into a nonchalant shrug.
"Damn, been saying her name wrong the few times we spoke, and she never bothered to correct me."
Mikey shrugged and walked away, leaving me feeling dismissed and unheard.
Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, I left for school and shook off the encounter with my brother and headed to my first-period class. As I stepped into the room, I expected to see my usual teacher, Ms. Thompson, waiting at her desk. However, to my surprise, it was someone else entirely—a teacher I had never seen before. I had really liked Ms. Thompson too so to see she got a substitute on the last day was dissapointing. Yet his resemblance to Ms. Thompson was uncanny, from the way he held himself to the tone of his voice. I knew something was off.
I glanced around the classroom, taking in the unfamiliar arrangement of notes and papers hanging on the walls. The subjects and diagrams were foreign to me, not matching the usual decor that adorned this space. It was as if I had entered an alternate dimension, where everything seemed the same yet completely different.
As the class went on, the new teacher droned on with the same monotony I had grown accustomed to, but it felt hollow, lacking the genuine concern and passion that Ms. Thompson always displayed. The other students seemed oblivious to the change, talking and cutting up as if nothing was amiss. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
Throughout the rest of class, my mind wandered, retracing the events of the past few days. Antonios unexpected absence, the failed text to Emila, Mikey's nonchalant reaction to my warning about Emila, the strange teacher in place of Ms. Thompson—it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. For the first time, I realized how little attention I had paid to the details of my daily routine. But now, with this subtle shift in my surroundings, I couldn't help but question everything.
As the class finally came to an end, I gathered my things and made my way out.
The unfolding of the remaining classes before lunch did nothing to alleviate the paranoia that was steadily creeping over me. In my second-period class, usually dedicated to cleaning out the science lab, I noticed a set of instruments that we'd never used before. My peers didn't bat an eyelid, but to me, the incongruity was unsettling. Then in English, our final class reading didn't correspond to the assigned book. The text seemed different, as though it had been subtly altered.
Physical education, typically a free play session on the last day, was different too. Coach Peters was blowing a whistle I'd never seen before, its pitch more grating than the usual. And just before lunch, during the end-of-year assembly, the principal's speech, usually so predictable, seemed off. It contained references to events and achievements that didn't match my memories.
As lunchtime arrived, a mix of anticipation and anxiety filled the air. Even with my world falling apart I found time to worry about Mikey's presence around Emila. However, Emila was nowhere to be found. When I mentioned this to the group as I took my seat, my words were met with silence, as if I had become invisible.
Sitting alone at the edge of the table, I sought solace in our group pictures, hoping to catch a glimpse of Emila. I opened Snapchat and scrolled through my camera roll until I found my favorite picture of her. But to my surprise, Emila was inexplicably absent from the image. I blinked in disbelief, rubbed my eyes, and questioned my own perception. How could she have vanished? In the photo, my arm had once embraced her, but now it hung empty at my side.
"Guys, where's Emila?"
I asked, passing my phone to Elijah. He stared at the screen for a long moment, as if emerging from a trance.
"Who?"
He finally responded absentmindedly, his attention quickly diverted by a video shared by another friend.
Taking back my phone, I desperately searched for more pictures, only to find that they had vanished—her Instagram, Snapchat, even her parents' Facebook profiles. Panic gripped me, and I screamed
"WHERE IS EMILA!?"
My voice resonating through the cafeteria, reverberating off the walls. The entire room fell into an eerie silence, and all eyes turned to me, their gazes fixed with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Her social media is gone. I feel like I'm going insane, and none of you even acknowledge me!"
My voice cracked with desperation as I pleaded for answers.
Mikey and Elijah rose from their seats, their expressions filled with compassion, ready to console me. But I couldn't bear their pity, their feeble attempts to calm my tormented mind. Their words would be meaningless. With a surge of frantic energy, I pushed my chair back and fled the suffocating atmosphere of the cafeteria.
As I stumbled out of the school, my surroundings blurred in a whirlwind of confusion and distress. The world itself seemed to warp and twist, mocking my feeble attempts to comprehend the inexplicable. Thoughts tumbled through my mind, colliding and fragmenting like shattered glass. Where had Emila gone? How could she vanish so completely, leaving no trace behind? Was I losing my grip on reality?
A light drizzle began peppering the surroundings, setting a somber atmosphere. Hours slipped away as I aimlessly wandered, searching for answers. Maybe someone had slipped me acid-laced food, or perhaps I was crazy like my mother. The thought of my brother's affinity for drugs crossed my mind, but I had never dabbled. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to find a sense of respite in my vape once again.
Entering the 7-Eleven, a chilling sensation overcame me as I discovered the same elderly man behind the counter. Without uttering a word, I hopped over the counter, desperate to find any clue.
"Kid, you can't be back there!"
The man exclaimed, attempting to restrain me. Swiftly, I pushed him away, unearthing the work schedule from the wall.
"Where's Antonio?" I stammered.
The old man, seemed to recognize me.
"I asked about that. Antonio doesn't work here"
He said, struggling to regain his footing. Overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia, I bolted out of the gas station, gasping for breath only when I reached the safety of my home.
In the dim light of the early evening, I found myself sprawled on the unkempt grass of the front yard. The recent rain had left the ground sodden, but I barely noticed the wetness seeping into my clothes. As the rain mingled with my silent tears, I heard the familiar rumble of my older brother Mikey's truck pulling into the driveway.
"Hey pussy"
He exclaimed, pushing his rain-soaked hair back from his forehead. His voice carried a light-hearted jest that felt foreign amidst the somber atmosphere. He was always like this, quick to crack a joke even in the gloomiest of moments. It was his way of diffusing tension, I suppose. He reached out, pulling me up and leading me towards the house. Once inside and in his room, an aroma filled my nose – a peculiar mix of stale pizza and mildewy old books – that somehow comforted me in a strange, indescribable way. It was an olfactory reminder of a time before things got so complicated.
Catching my eye, Mikey reached into his drawer and withdrew an intricately designed glass bong. I had seen it before, on one of those rare occasions when Mikey would let me into his private world. Now, he was extending the invitation again. He passed me the bong, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind flashing back to times when mom would sit us down in front of the TV after school, her kind and comforting presence a strong reassurance of love and security. That was before the alcohol took over, before the comforting light in her eyes had been replaced by a glassy, distant look. The thought of her brought an odd sense of calmness, as if her spirit was there with me, in Mikey, guiding me through this haze.
Taking the bong from Mikey, I let out a nervous chuckle, matching his playful demeanor. As I took a hit, we fell into a comfortable laughter, punctuated only by the deafening theme song of Family Guy playing on the large TV in the corner of his room. The memory of our shared laughter resonated deeply within me, a balm to the churning unrest I had been feeling.
"It seems today that all you see is violence in movies and -"
Suddenly, the television vanished, replaced by a weathered dresser that had been stored in the attic.
Mikey's phone suddenly blared a familiar jingle.
"Ah, man. One sec, bro,"
"-sex on TV." My brother's phone blared at maximum volume.
"Sorry, bro, my friend texted me"
He explained, placing the phone between us.
"Where's the TV?"
I muttered, the words hardly audible. As the high intensified, the room started to spin, the comfort of Mickey's presence fading away. I reached out in a futile attempt to steady myself but fell onto the cold, hardwood floor. The room seemed to swirl around me, familiar objects distorting into unrecognizable shapes and colors.
Pulling myself up, I lurched out of the room, navigating the labyrinthine house as fragments of memories flooded my mind. It felt like I was walking through a dream – a vivid, disorienting journey through time and space. Stepping outside, I saw the lawn had morphed into a neatly trimmed landscape, A new 'For Sale' sign swaying gently in the evening breeze, dissolved away as quickly as I noticed it.
The sounds of laughter drew my attention to the house. The windows were aglow with warm, inviting light, revealing an unfamiliar family engrossed in their game night. Their joy was a stark contrast to my growing desolation.
As days rolled on, my world reshaped, transforming from the familiar to an enigmatic panorama. Faces blurred, places mutated, my identity itself seemed to wane, fading into oblivion.
Caught in this mutating reality, I felt a quiet observer, my existence phasing out into the ether. Friends, family, Emila - all were doomed to be memories of a boy who will soon be gone.
Then, amidst the dissolving haze, clarity dawned, presenting a profound revelation. Our Earth was yearning for equilibrium, burdened with the weight of 8 billion souls, a possibly infinite and cruel humanity, now quickly seeking balance before it was too late.
We had pushed our home to her brink. Now, a beautiful transformation is underway. Smiling strangers began to color my world, their joy reflecting the Earth's newfound harmony. Merchandise, once an extravagant luxury, now seemed accessible to all. The battlefield in Ukraine had given way to peace, a testament to the world healing its wounds.
As I type this out in a clean and rather nicely lit alleyway. I find myself blending into the cosmic expanse, my hands and arms fading away before returning as if the universe wants me to finish. As I turn from a solid entity into an echo of existence. The world moves on, its stride unperturbed by my fading presence. Yet, in my diminishing, I realize my contribution to Earth's balance.
Earth is in the midst of achieving perfection. Many of you won't make it and will be gutted like myself, some of you will stay. The rest of you, I catch glimpses of as I fade, timeliness unaffected and left to die without God.
My final thoughts are not of sorrow, but of serene acceptance and profound understanding. As I phase into the ether, I became a cosmic whisper, a gentle reminder of the necessity for balance and respect for our fragile planet.

Rewatching the pilot after watching the final episode. They did a great job calling it all back. I know the last season got a lot of hate but this rewatch affirmed for me how much the writers care about the show overall.

• Mysogynistic coach that Rebecca fired and how his nuts hangs out of his shorts
  
• Ted Lasso’s victory dance after winning the big game in D2 college football
  
• The guy on the plane on the way to the UK, same guy that asks for an “ussie” on the way home
  
• Trent’s full circle moment from putting Ted down in his first press conference to writing “The Lasso Way”
  
• Rebecca in the pilot saying they now do things “The Lasso Way”
  
• Keely being faux-disappointed that the boys were “decent” in the locker room
  
• Keely scaring Ted similarly to how she scared Roy when he was leaving his letter at her door, when he was covering up her assets on Jamie’s locker photo of her
  

I’m sure I missed a few so feel free to add.

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March 22, 2019
After exiting the Sergeants office I headed to where mom and Miranda were waiting for me.
“Why did you stay?” asked mom who looked a fair bit and understandably concerned.
“Oh uh- just asking her something.” I said not wanting to worry them, which you could argue, how effective that was.
“Fucking aliens.” Miranda hissed while looking around there weren’t any of them around to hear her.
“Language!” mom said in a screaming whispering volume, not happy with the way her daughter was talking.
“Mom right now I don’t give three shits about my language, what I care is about those purple fucks invading our planet.” Said while pointing at the space surrounding us.
“Maybe you should lower your voice a little at least.” I said while looking at the people from the front desk starring our way even though she wasn't loud it was so quiet that you could hear a snail move.
“What about you huh? How many did you fuck already? Is that why you love talking to them so much?" Miranda said while making gestures with her head while having her arms crossed
“ENOUGH, WE ARE GOING TO THE ROOM.” mom screamed, it wasn’t unusual for her to scream, that was more of dad’s job.
After getting to the room the verbal brawl resumed.
“You shouldn’t even talk to those purple fucks, but maybe you already dipped the pen in the purple ink.”
“Can you shut the fuck up? At least once?” I said already fed up.
“Alright what in the God’s name is going on with your two, I have never heard y’all argue like this.” Mom said in a concerned tone but also mixed with her angry one.
“The problem is that the mister here present, is too bothered to hear me talking about those beasts outside, so it gets me to the conclusion that he’s been sleeping with them.”
Mom stared at her for a couple of seconds before looking at me with a phase that genuinely scared me, it was a mix of shock, anger, and disgust, I’ll never forget it that I’m sure.
“Jeriel Samuel Alvarez Mejia, please tell me that’s not true.” she said in the verge of tears.
“Of course I didn’t, she’s lying as always, every single fucking time she just either jumps straight to conclusions or straight up lies about everything, everything in order for her to be out of trouble, don’t let me remind you the time I was blamed and punished for breaking a window when I was at the summer camp 3 hours AWAY.”
“And if someone needs to be scolded for having sex SHE is the one that needs to be.” I said while pointing at her, I remember they would always put her first, unless it was for things that were not enjoyable, she could get not so great grades, while if I got anything under a B I had brought shame and disappointment to the family, I remember crying in my room when dad would take all my stuff away and then proceed to trauma dump on me retelling the story of the shitty life he had before becoming successful.
“What do you mean?” mom said while turning to her, adding tears to the mix “WHAT DOES HE MEAN?”
Miranda stayed quiet avoiding moms stare “Oh I’ll tell you what I mean, she’s been sneaking his boyfriend in for about 9 months now, I never said anything because I didn’t see point in it, it would somehow bounce back and be my fault somehow.” I said as I turned to be received by the room phone in the head.
“AHH FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed as I grabbed my head.
"COME HERE YOU LITTLE SH-" as I was going to pick up speed I was stopped by mom who did her best to try and hold me back
“You mad that your fucking lie fell apart?” I told her as she backed away.
“ENOUGH, ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!” she still found a way to include me into this.
“Miranda sweetie what’s going on?” see what I mean?
“What’s going on is that we’ve been invaded by fucking aliens and this piece of shit in front of me wants to defend them and get mad when THEY ARE THE REASON THAT DAD IS DEAD!”
Then everything got quiet.
“You know what? As far as I remember the aliens didn’t kill dad, he was live and well before the navy decided to vaporize him into oblivion.”
“And that was in their damn right, it’s like judging a person for using their gun to defend their home against a robber.” Miranda bit back.
“More like the husband killing his wife because one he has shitty ass fucking aim and two because he used a fucking shotgun to shoot the robber despite his wife being right next to the robber.”
“And now we have to move fucking somewhere else because some damn General MacArthur wanted to be a hero and get a stupid little medal for saving earth?”
As Miranda prepared to answer back mom cut her short “I’M DONE WITH BOTH OF YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD HAS IT BEING FOR ME, NOT JUST YOUR DADS DEATH, BUT ALSO MY HUSBAND'S? THAT NOW I NEED TO CARE FOR YOU BOTH ON MY OWN? THAT WE DONT HAVE A HOUSE OR A PLACE TO LIVE ANYMORE THAT BY THE GRACE OF GOD THEY ARE AT LEAST LETTING US GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND NOT HAVE US TRAPPED HERE? I DO AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY SO I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME COLLABORATION FROM YOU TWO AND STOP ARGUING FOR TEN MINUTES, TEN MINUTES IS ALL I ASK.”
As we were both heading out we heard mom say between tears “Miranda I need to talk to you.” We looked at each other before she turned back, I exited and entered my own room because even though it was 11:00 AM I needed a nap to allow my brain to process what had happened today, but before that I had to get a band aid for my bruise.
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March 22-30, 2019
Things had been well... Things, after the fight and talking to Miranda mom came into my room to talk to me about everything, guess it went relatively well, I guess we all just had that buried inside, this was actually kind of a usual thing you know? this kind of fights between us two, minus the phone to the head obviously, but I still love them would do anything for them, but yeah this time we cranked it up to a new level, my relationship with Miranda had been rocky at best, we hadn't really talked for the past week, under the umbrella of new and/or different things that happened this week, breakfast changed, I knew it was bound to happen, so we've been eating what I assume are alien MRE's, that to be honest are not that bad, needs more salt though, maybe I should expect alien food to be different, and that explains the love for maple syrup, but one question stuck with me, if this was their "food" then how sweet are their deserts? another option is that this is just how the MRE's taste, maybe homemade food was different.
But anyways, I had been also having small talks with Delara here and there nothing too serious, but today was the day we were supposed to see Sergeant Lyria to get our IDs, there were just some regular questions, got our photos taken that this time I made sure to look good, despite the bruise on my forehead, I had to give many explanations, if I didn't want them to arrest Miranda, they seem to be really protective of males, but all in all I looked good in the picture, way better than any other I had taken before, and the IDs themselves were purple as most things seemed to be, that got me wondering what if we made our things on the skin tone scale, like they do to purple, or maybe it was another reason that wasn't so weird, I'll have to ask that next chance I get, but yeah in general terms things were... ok.
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I was laying down in the sofa of the hotel lobby, again I was reading, then I sit up as I see Delara coming my way "Hey Jeriiel."
Well at least she says it properly now or at least close to it, "Hi Delara." I said as I raised my fist to fist bump her which she had explained to me that it was the equivalent of handshakes.
"How are you doing?" she asked, her pronunciation having a substantial improvement.
"I'm doing fine, what about you?"
"Doing well, but how about your mother and sister, are things ok now?" she asked while sitting in the chair in front of the sofa across from the little coffee table, she had been checking up on me whenever she had the chance.
"Doing better, though mom is a little stressed with the moving thing, understandably so." I responded
"How about you though? heard y'all were also moving?" I asked sipping from a bottle of water.
"Oh yeah they stablished base and we live in two weeks, just enough to say goodbye." Delara said maybe with a little bit of sadness in her voice.
"I guess." I said a little sad that I wouldn't see my friend anymore, maybe she was an alien invader but I still considered my friend, and believe me that is something a needed quite a bit
Then we saw Miranda and mom coming back from a walk, with the lockdown lifted the first thing we did was walk somewhere, we have never been in North Carolina, what we did notice was the atmosphere felt weird, not the atmosphere as in the actual gas surrounding the planet but more in the vibes people gave, there some sketchy characters for sure, and some other people who clearly didn't like the new people, there were arrests, shootings, and other things I can't remember at the moment, I didn't know how their government worked or what laws they had, but if they took away guns, I couldn't not feel bad for whoever was put in charge of the south, long days were ahead of them.
"Bendición ma." I said as they walked through the door, "How did it go?"
"Really good actually, the weather is cooler now." she said while looking at me then noticed Delara sitting down.
"Oh uh- h- hello, D- De- Delara."
"Hi Mrs. M- Me- Mejia." she said while waving, to which my mom waved back.
"I'm going to the room." said Miranda avoiding Delara as much as possible
"I think I should go with her." said mom as she waved goodbye
**sigh* "*Hope things can get better." I said while returning to my book.
"I'm sure they will, me and my siblings fight all the time, and in the worst cases we are back to normal after a week or two." Delara said trying to support me.
"Yeah, I don't think this falls under the same category but thanks." I said as the communicator in her helmet buzzed
\Buzz* *buzz**
"I have to go." Delara said as she stoop up and fist bumped me, putting her helmet on and heading out
'At least she knows how to use I now'
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WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER? TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO GET YOUR ANSWERS
Surprise chapter, I guess?
I was feeling inspired and couldn't wait to post it next week.
As always any suggestions and corrections are welcomed.
Thanks again.

What happened:

I paid £20 for the Argos removers to take away my old fridge. 2 men came and essentially tore my kitchen floor to shreds and now I have to get my entire kitchen floor laminate replaced.
One of the men was extremely aggressive.
Instead of moving the new fridge out of the way gently (it was already moved out of his way but he wanted it moved more) and instead of asking his coworker for help to move it carefully, or asking me to help him, he suddenly and violently shouldered the new fridge which caused several rips on the kitchen floor. They took the old fridge, and left yet another rip in the laminate while doing this.
He then shouted at my 67 year old mother to put "washing up liquid in the holes to cover them up" before leaving.
They had no tools with them - no hand truck, no mats, they dragged the fridge across the floor and left several rips. If they had the correct tools with them, it's very likely the damage wouldn't have happened.
I have proof they were in my property that day (the collection slip is dated), photographs of the damage they caused and a character witness who was there when it happened.

Update:
I contacted Argos head office in Milton Keynes via CEO Simon Roberts with a full set of photos and 2 invoices with quotes of how much it will cost to replace as they requested. They said the invoices must include the floor dimensions, materials used and a breakdown of the labour needed so I got 2 from 2 companies.
And in their words, my "claim was denied."
They said the removal men are denying any damage they caused and that they take no responsibility and at most, they will offer £200 as a goodwill gesture on a non-liability clause. The replacement of the entire kitchen floor will cost around £400 per the 2 quotes we got.
Here's images of the damage they caused: https://imgur.com/a/ur9YHOu
They said they're declining my claim because the drivers said they left no damage. The drivers have straight up lied and Argos have sided with them.
They made me receive 2 separate quotes with full details and breakdown of costs, just to then "deny my claim".
Under the law of bailment in England and Wales, they are legally responsible for the property while they're in there as a removal company. We have a collection slip that states the date they were in the property, and photographic proof of the damage they caused.
I wouldn't usually go through all this hassle but the entire vinyl will now have to be pulled up and replaced due to the rips. How can they get away with not bringing the correct tools to a job under Trading Standards regulations? How can they refuse to cover the damage their removal men have caused in my property?
What are my options now?

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