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Very worried after neck adjustment. Would really appreciate some help or advice.
Just wondering if someone could let me know if I'm just overthinking or if there's a big problem at hand. Backstory: recently diagnosed with POTS (got it from covid in 22). I have all the usual symptoms since. In February I had a fall where I hit the side of my head. It wasn't bad and I wasn't concussed or anything. Had an MRI on my brain after and it was clear. Didn't think anyone about it. After a few weeks I started getting headaches and some neck pain along with some dizziness (not light-headed but more like every now and again my head would feel like how when you're sleeping and feel like youre falling. It's hard to describe). I also started getting chronic nausea. I ended up going to see a chiropractofunctional neurologist on Thursday. He also does functional medicine. I'm just at my wits end so just wanted to try another option. After checking my neck he said it was completely misaligned to the side. He pressed in one part and it was really sore but the other side was fine. He then said he thought a neck adjustment would be beneficial. I was terrifed but find it hard to advocate for myself so I agreed after he went through the risks. He did 2 other adjustments on my back and one on my neck. I didn't feel any different afterwards tbh. But then the day after I started getting random pains up the sides and back of my neck (not severe but annoying) and my head feels a bit wobbly. Also having dizziness and off balance. It also feels like something in pulling in my neck and my upper back. I have mild pain in the sides of my head at times too.
My question is is this serious enough that I should go to EGP or should I wait a few days to see if it clears? I know some pain afterwards is normal but I read that it shouldn't last longer than 48 hours.

TL;DR: I let a relationship fizzle out due to mental health and not wanting to be completely open about certain things. How do I rebuild communication?
This is my first time on here, but I'm not really sure where to go, or who to ask for advice. So I'll rely on the goodness of strangers to try and help me solve this, or at least push me down the road of getting some closure. I created a new account for what I think are obvious reasons.
I'll try and give you some context about me and I'm not trying to use this as an excuse, but I do struggle to open up about certain things with the people who I'm close with and that has affected more than one relationship. I'm not seeking advice about my mental health, but I am seeking advice on how I can try to recover this relationship.
I have had several depressive episodes in the last 6-7 years (some more intense than others) and I also have what would be broadly classified as a mostly inattentive type of ADHD. It took a long time to discover these things, and while I'm working hard to control them, they still get the best of me more often than not. During my first depressive episode, a now ex girlfriend cheated on me several times. I found out, but I decided to continue that particular relationship. I was really down and I started normalizing the idea of being a cuckold. It's not something I was comfortable with at first, but I have come to accept. I haven't told anyone about this, and especially not to anyone I was in a relationship with (apart from that first time).
Now to the main part!
On a holiday abroad, right before covid, I happened to meet an absolutely lovely lady with whom I shared many interesting conversations over the course of several days. We didn't do anything sexual and didn't even share a kiss, but we did spend a lot of time in each other's company (I'd say at least 5-6 hours a day). We decided to keep in touch and did so throughout the covid years.
That's when we got really close to each other, learned about each other's past, about our previous relationships, family life, dreams, interests, sex, kinks and so on. We live in different countries and this went on for a good 3 years almost. We couldn't really travel to see each other again due to all sorts of restrictions and life getting in the way. The truth is I never met anyone with whom I've connected with so well.
I also never told her about my views on cuckolding, as I was always afraid she might be freaked out by it. She is an open-minded person when it comes to sex, but prefers to have a strong connection/bond with her sexual partners so I don't know how things would work in such a scenario.To make it worse, about 5 months ago I had another depressive episode and I found it incredibly hard to keep in touch with pretty much everyone in my life, including my family. My entire efforts were concentrated on doing my work so I don't lose my source of income and that drained me a lot. That also means I let things fizzle out and despite her reaching out several times, I found it hard to keep up the conversation. It broke my heart and I'm aware of it, but it is what it is. I'm not using it as an excuse in any way. I just want to try and fix this if possible.
I tried to summarize things the best way I can, but I'm happy to provide any follow-up info in the comments if needed.
Do you have any advice on how I can rebuild communication and get in touch again?

so this is normal for me, i tend to get bored and irritated with partners after i’ve been with them for a bit or when we’ve had conversations and i don’t feel like i’m getting my needs and wants met. my partner of 1 year used to be my fp when i first met her. i was obsessed with her and did everything to get to be her friend. we were friends for a year before we started dating and now we’ve been dating a year. things started to change a bit after we became official and the passion kinda died, mostly on her end. she was no longer pursuing me as hard and we just got really comfy. maybe it’s because i’m a gemini, maybe it’s the bpd, maybe it’s both. but we’ve had a few talks recently on where we are going etc because we have different wants in relationships and life. i’ve done tons of therapy to get me where i am now and want to be in love, get married have a house, maybe a kid or two. and she is in this perpetual state of “i don’t know” and i’m giving her time to figure things out because i do love her and don’t want to lose her in my life but we may be better off friends than partners. anyways, recently because i’ve been frustrated on her lack of going back to therapy and wanting more for herself / figuring things out (she is 33, i am 28) i feel like i am dating someone in their early 20s. that doesn’t know what they want and has no real drive or passion to change it any time soon. she feels stuck and i want to help her but i can’t make her do anything. but this has started to make me pull alway from her a bit and now a lot of the things she does make me irritated and i question why i even liked her in the first place. it’s definitely similar to splitting in that she’s been taken down from the pedestal and i’m seeing her more for who she is. i’m not romanticizing every things about her. and then also i’ll feel this way and something will happen and then i’ll be so happy to be with her again. i’m get thing thrown through a bit of a loop here and i’m trying to figure out if this is my bpd brain kind of splitting/black and white thinking or if this is actually just a normal thing that i am experiencing and it’s my lack of security in the relationship and future of it. i don’t want to start to resent her or become so annoyed and irritated by her but i find myself when we are out being attracted to other people and sort of wishing we weren’t together, because in my head im thinking “maybe this person will give me all the things i want” and kind of just making up my mind that the relationship is ending and becoming content with it. fear of abandonment? am i trying to end something in my mind before it ends to protect myself? like i said this isn’t new to me, but every time it happens i feel lost.
if you read this far thank you for reading my venting rant. comments, stories, advice welcome!

The year was 1901, and Byron McGrady was a wanted man. Byron had been on the run for the past eight years, since he was 12. He had accidentally killed a man in a fight after being caught stealing from a shop in his hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. As far back as Byron could remember, he was an orphan, and he grew up on the streets of Boston, fending for himself by stealing, until the day he was caught. After that fateful day, Byron escaped out west, to Texas and joined a band of outlaws known as the McNamara gang. The gang’s leader, Aaron McNamara, took a shine to Byron, and would later take him under his wing. However, Aaron was not exactly an ideal role model. Aaron was a ruthless outlaw. He would rob, kill, hold people for ransom, you name it, Aaron did it. He was a bad man. Despite this, he had a somewhat of a kind heart, and he and the gang had accepted Byron like family. As the years went on, Byron grew up to become an infamous and feared gunslinger and outlaw, all before he was 20 years old. Byron has made his name as a bank robber all across Texas, and his crimes had put a target on his head. Every lawman in the west, not just Texas, wanted to see him hang. Byron knew this. Byron left the gang, as he didn’t want to bring them down with him if the law caught up with him. They were the only family he had ever known. Besides, it was 1901, and the days of the old west were numbered, and Byron knew that the gang would disband sooner or later, And so, from that point on, he was a lone wolf. A lone wolf on the run from the law. Byron rode his horse all the way to Portland Oregon, where he decided to hide from the law. He changed his last name from McGrady to Macaulay, and took a job as a lumberjack. Byron stayed hidden from the law for fifteen years. During that time, in 1906, he had gotten married to a beautiful woman named Beth, who worked as a school teacher. He and Beth both loved each other deeply and the pair had two sons together, Kieran and Francis. They lived happily, and peacefully, until they didn’t. One day, Beth and the boys weren’t home, and Byron was repainting his house when five men arrived at his house. They were lawmen. The law had finally caught up with him after fifteen years. Byron tried to run, but was gunned down by a hail of bullets. He was dead within seconds. Shot down in front of his home. He was 35 years old. When his wife had come home, she saw that her husband had repainted the house… with his own blood. 

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Skeeter was fed up. It wasn't that he disliked communal dining, in fact he rather enjoyed meeting the other passengers who sign onto this direct route between cradle worlds. Nor was he dissatisfied with quality of the available dining, although to his taste, it could do with more garlic and more cayenne, but apparently both plants are unsafe to a good chunk of the other passengers. The Star Sailors could handle them just fine, but the Jaceu for example experience severe indigestion from mere cross-contamination. That, however, was beside the point. The problem wasn't so easily born as the xenos inability to make a proper hot sauce. No, he had a particular problem with a particular individual. Jerry had mouthed off, again, about the Republic and called the limited franchise a "fascistic relic of a bygone age kept alive by irrational paranoia about the nature of the galaxy," To which Skeeter had said, "Tell that to Auerstedt."
This lead quickly to a shouting match in the middle of the dining room where Jerry demanded an apology for Skeeter's use of the victims of the grubs, some of whom were his relatives. To which Skeeter had shouted that he was there, and some "lily-livered CIPpy cup with his nose so far up in the air he doesn't notice the blood he's slogging through" could take his opinion of service do something anatomically improbable with it. The episode very quickly descended to a surprisingly creative exchange of profanity and very nearly came to blows. Skeeter just couldn't understand why Jerry couldn't be in his presence for longer than five seconds without saying something astoundingly stupid about The Republic, the non-interference policy, Republican standards for applicant planets, or the earned franchise, and then immediately becoming belligerent when his assertions were challenged.
The most infuriating thing, to Skeeter anyway, was that Jerry was more than capable of being civil with anybody else, and had befriended both Suzie and Ivan, both of whom were at a complete loss as to why Jerry was such an unrelenting jerk to Skeeter himself. Even Skeeter had wished that he could make friends with Jerry, and it wouldn't have been the first time he'd befriended a CIPer. No more, Skeeter thought to himself as he marched his way to the captain's office, I can't handle his shit anymore.
By the time he'd made it to the door, he'd cooled off enough to not simply demand that he be allowed to put Jerry through the nearest airlock, and his fury had abated to a mere simmering rage. It was with therefore with some level of difficulty he managed to knock with a normal, or at least appropriate, level of force. "Enter," came Vexkeed's voice from within.
"Vex, I'm losing my damn mind," Skeeter said as he entered and took a seat in the oversized chair across from his friend.
"I have heard that you and Jerry had an argument."
"That's putting it politely. We hollered cusses at each other."
"If you're asking me to eject Jerry at the next stop, I'm afraid we would need his cooperation for such."
"Naw, right now I wanna strangle the prick, but that's just me bein' mad. I just want permission to modify my cabin. I don't know what the fuck his problem with me is, but it's just me he can't seem to be civil with, and I have a bit of a temper..."
"From my perspective, he has impugned you honor in such a way that a duel would be considered justified under our customs. We would simply need to find the nearest Magistrate to officiate it. I commend your restraint."
"Duels can't be undone," Skeeter said as the acknowledgement of his position cooled his anger further. "Even if it was just first blood was the terms, accidents happen. I don't want him dead for being a jackass, I just want to go two weeks without getting into a fight."
"I see. What is your proposed solution?"
"I want to modify our quarters, at my own expense, and I'll put everything back the way it was, but I want a kitchen I can use. I'll just cook for myself and take my meals in private. Jerry should be capable of not starting something when we just pass each other in the corridors."
Vexkeed flinched at the suggestion, his upper shoulders slumped, and his face took on a stricken caste as he said, "It is not well for you to confine yourself so."
"What'is not well is us fightin' and disturbin' all of the other passengers."
"The We Bring Friends from Afar to Joyous Meeting should have some quarters for heavyworlders in the first place. Our peoples are quickly becoming entwined with how quickly the Republic welcomed our ships and fleets into her borders. I expect upon returning to Better Texas, I shall have more Sneakies to take aboard."
"I still can't believe that caught on."
"When a meme sticks, it sticks," Vexkeed said with a placating gesture, "Please submit a design of a remodel with engineering, and we shall have your quarters more comfortable furnished within the day."
"Aye sir, thank you."
"I will speak to my wife about hosting you for dinner soon. I do not think it will be well to isolate you from social interactions."
Skeeter suppressed his urge to tell the captain that he needn't trouble himself, and excused himself to start redesigning the quarters he and his party occupied for Terran comfort.
Meanwhile, in said quarters, Kip paced nervously in the living room area while Ivan and Suzie lounged on the oversized sofa, at complete ease with the situation. Kip gave a glance to the unopened bulkhead again and muttered, "What if... they get in a real fight..."
"They won't," Suzie said without looking up from the discussion in the comments she was reading. It seemed that there was a lot of interest in Ixiand's nature walks as well as speculation over whether they'd allow rock climbing on some of the more interesting formations.
"Skeeter's whole face was bright red!" Kip exclaimed as he made another circuit of the space, "Jerry's too! I could smell their anger..."
"As could I," Ivan grunted as he watched the boy's frantic activity, "But even if Skeeter's temper gets the better of his mouth, he does not get violent from words."
"It looked a lot like Jerry might though..."
Suzie's eyes flicked up for a moment, "Naw, well, maybe. But Skeeter'd be okay in a fight."
"But I saw Jerry and Ivan practice fight..."
"Jerry is very good at that martial art, and so am I, and so is Skeeter. In a real fight like you're worried about though, Skeeter would not be so gentle as I am when it is sparring. Skeeter would win, and Jerry would be the one to worry about." Ivan explained.
Rather than reassure Kip it set him down a different path, "I don't think Skeeter would be happy about hurting Jerry. Just because they don't get along wouldn't mean that he'd get riptide pulled into hatred... I hope not..."
"Kip, you're frettin' a lot for somethin' that isn't that big a deal. People can just rub one another the wrong way sometimes."
"Even if they were to have a fight where Jerry is hurt, there is a good infirmary aboard. I am getting frustrated with Jerry over this. Besides, you should not be staying up late much longer. Do you not have an exam in the morning?"
Kip sat down on the floor and glared at nothing in particular as he muttered, "I had hoped there wouldn't be a school in space!"
"The Joyous Meeting is the home for the crew and their children. Did you really think that they wouldn't have at least one teacher aboard?"
"No... I did hope that my mom wouldn't talk to him though!"
Kip scowled at the snickering of his hosts, and didn't even notice the bulkhead opening. "Bed," Skeeter ordered as it closed behind him.
"Is everything..."
"It's fine, kid. Jerry and I don't get along, I have a temper and he can't stop picking a fight, and that's that. We won't be friends and it's okay. I'll just have to avoid the dining hall from now on, and our quarters is getting a remodel so I can cook."
"Wait, Suzie doesn't cook?"
"I bake," she said primly, "completely different."
Meanwhile Juno was glaring at Jerry in his quarters, her hands were on her hips, her tail was absently lashing the deck, and her voice lacked her usually purring quality as she asked, "Are you pleased with yourself? Are the things you said about servicemen vindicated?"
Jerry withered under her gaze and he muttered, "No."
"What exactly did you hope to accomplish?"
"I don't know... I'm such an idiot..."
"I won't argue with that, Jerry."
"I'm sorry..."
"Apologize to Skeeter, not me."
"I will, but I'm sorry for ruining your dinner."
A frustrated yowling escaped her throat as she said, "All you had to do was not accuse a REPUBLICAN NAVAL SERVICEMAN of standing on the corpses of grub victims! You KNOW what they went through to stop the grubs! You AGREE with what they did to stop them!"
Jerry's last vestiges of dignity left him as he snapped, "I just can't stand the man! I have no reason, I have no right, and I'm a complete ponce for it, but I can't stand the smug bastard!"
"Smug?"
"Handsome, successful, fucking covered in medals, married to a wonderful woman! How can a man be so damn happy? I can't stand it, and I know it's irrational! I wish I wasn't like this. I feel like a crab in a bucket trying to drag the man into misery with me."
"You wouldn't be miserable if you weren't so insistent on fighting with him."
"I know, Juno. I never said this wasn't all my fault..."
"If this whole mess stems from base jealousy, maybe you should just tell the man so."
"I think he's given up on me. Serves me right."
"That's no excuse to not even try to be better than you were," Juno said as she left the man to stew in his guilt.
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HUGE TW
I don’t want to get into the full details, but when my brother and I were younger, we got our hands onto pornography (first exposure do to our parents not hiding their DVDs well enough, and we found them). I asked my brother if he knew what sex was, he said yes, and then we acted it out in the closet for a few seconds by pulling our pants down. He was 4 I was 6.
This went on on-and-off throughout our elementary years and pretty much stopped when I reached 6th grade. I initiated most of the times as I was extremely hyper sexual for some reason. We never forced each other to do anything from my remembering. Just if one of us asked to “do sex”, we would do it for about 5 minutes (genitalia to genitalia, no penetration accept for one time that wasn’t intentional). We also did oral as well. IDK how hyper sexual he was (I remember him rubbing stuffed animals on my boobs and genitals as a ‘joke’, and my mother caught him, but didn’t make too big a deal of it), but I was recording naked videos (to which my brother snitched on me and i got in trouble for that), and showing myself off on webcams when I was like 8. We also consumed a lot of pornography. Me probably more than him, but I know he’s seen more than any child should.
I don’t blame him at all for anything that happened. If anything, I blame myself as I am the older sibling, and wish I didn’t expose him to this stuff. I apologized for this happening last year (I am freshly 19 he is 16), and he said he accepts my apology but also has said later he never feels like I abused him in any way (emotional, sexual, physical, etc.). It has me wondering if I remember things differently than he does or if he is feeling guilty too. We have a normal relationship now, and we don’t talk about these things anymore. I’ve spoken about this in therapy and my therapist said that I cannot blame myself for this because I was a “kid” and that the fault falls on my parents, which seems like a huge load to place on them when they don’t know what we were doing. I remember my mom catching my brother touching my genitals with a stuffed animal, but she didn’t do a deeper investigation, just telling my brother not to do that stuff. I’ve been struggling with all of this for well over a year at this point. I have periods where it goes away and periods where the memories flood again and I can’t think about anything else. I’ve told a couple friends about this and they were sympathetic but they haven’t experienced anything like this so they can only “support” so much.
I also struggle with what is believed to be OCD and obsessive thoughts. IDK if its because of that that i am so worked up on this situation and have been for awhile. What I desperately need is advice on what is the appropriate measures to move forward and make this right. Idk if this is connected, but I have a really hard times setting sexual boundaries. I’ve been SA’d 3 times in the past few months by guys, and I blame myself for those as well.
Also to note this didn’t only happen with my brother. It happened with two other kids when I was young. One kid pulled my pants down (not the full story but this is the major thing I remember) and one girl got me and another friend to make out with her and her other friend. (Again, not the fully story but the gist of it)

Hi, I’m K, a 20+ rper looking for another 20+ rper to write the following Harry Potter inspired plot, where I will be writing Hermione: Hermione Granger wanted a quiet life after the war. While most expected her to immediately take a position at the ministry to start enacting change, or to go into the Auror field, or to maybe even teach at Hogwarts, Hermione did none of those things. After taking a few months off to confirm that her parents memories could not be restored, Hermione returned to England and started studying healing. Now, 8 years after the war, Hermione is an established healer, known for the bold ways she combined muggle and magical practices to further medical care in the magical world.
Which is why the English national team for the quidditch World Cup finals have asked her to be their head team healer for their race for the cup. While a younger Hermione may have not accepted because of her lack of interest in the game, Hermione had not only gotten over her fear of flying, but she also acquired an appreciation for the game at the professional level because two of her best friends happened to be some of the best quidditch players of their time. So, she accepted. And now, as they’re whisked around the world to face off in the race for the cup, Hermione realizes that she’s about to get a whole lot closer to the team, and learn a whole lot more about herself as a healer and a woman. Please respond if interested in playing one of the following characters:1) Harry Potter, Seeker for England’s team. Adored by the masses for not only slaying Voldemort, but also for having beat the previous record for number of snitch catches in a season. Having long outgrown his shy, boyish nature, Harry is not only well liked by his teammates, but also by adoring fans. And while Harry has done plenty of growing up in the last several years, including dating outside his friend group and working on healing himself from the past, he’s never lost his good nature and his love for his best friend Hermione. What will it blossom into when they’re on the road for months together? 2) Draco Malfoy, beater for England’s team. He’s cocky, he’s handsome, he’s been voted Wizarding Britain’s Most Eligible Batchelor two years in a row (after Harry formally wrote to decline when they’d tried offering it to him the first year.) After his year of house arrest- where he came back stronger and taller than he’d ever been before- he made a name for himself on the Falmouth Falcons after being a walk on. While Harry Potter brushes off the ladies attention for the most part, Draco revels in it, but he doesn’t let it interfere with his game. What happens when he faces the woman he used to bully as a child after all this time? Can they mend the fences and can Draco get her to see him as more than just her childhood tormentor?
If you have other ideas for other characters, I am willing to write Hermione with several others (just no Ron).
Info about me: -F, 20+, in the CST timezone, able to reply at least once a day, usually more -I write paragraphs, usually more than two, and can match most lengths from short paragraphs to novella length. I usually write in past tense/third person. -please have active knowledge of the HP verse, not just having seen one movie -Please be 20+, and willing to plot out the World Cup and all the drama we can mix in with it

I took in a couple as roommates. They had reached out to me through a friend. I have a weird drive to help those who are marginalized, neurodivergent, have been abused, etc. It's part of me feeling like I want to help people with things I never got help with. Friends have told me I need to stop doing this kind of stuff. They were moving to my city and weren't having luck finding a place because they hadn't had jobs set up yet, but assured me they had plenty of savings and would be getting jobs right away. I spoke with them on the phone and asked a lot of clarifying questions, and honestly felt good about it. I am usually very good at vetting people and have never had a truly bad roommate situation.
So they get here and already things are changing up on me: The savings that they told me they had, it turned out that not all of that money was in the bank - partly they were relying on a last paycheck from the job they had just quit to move here that it turned out had actually already been paid out. So that was about $2k that wasn't coming. It turned out they were near broke. I now realize I should have asked for a bank statement, but I was just going on trust. I don't think this was done on purpose, they were very upset when they realized that happened. Ok, I was willing to just move past it, as long as everyone was going to get jobs and get back on their feet.
I did what I could to help remove barriers to them relocating and making a life here: Waived the deposit, got my landlord to approve a 2 month stay, where normally they would ask for everyone to be on the paperwork after 2 weeks. Gave them time and breathing room to find jobs and get working again, all with the idea that they'd save up and move out. I made it clear that I needed this to be a temporary stay and this was agreed to by all. So they get here and one of the roommates is very motivated to find work and applying all over the place, and is now working full time. Cool, awesome for them! The other roommate was shooting down most of the suggestions I was making and had a list of very specific things they could do, and a longer list of things they wouldn't do. At first I was like, it's just not going to be possible to find a job with all of these requirements. Except that I did find them the literal perfect fit, that met every single one of their criteria. One month in, they have quit that job. Citing burnout and mental health issues. Here's my dilemma. I totally understand that as a neurodivergent with PTSD myself. However, it feels like a bait and switch. If it had been presented to me that when they get here, only one of them would be working, which would mean they wouldn't be able to get their own place, I would not have agreed. My expectation with making all these accommodations for them is that I was functioning as a temporary launching pad, and as part of that I expected both to be employed and working toward that goal of getting their own place. I was willing to tolerate some discomfort as part of this transition phase.
Here is the other compounding factor here: The chores are not being done. For 2 months, I've been handling the trash. The dishes are left in the sink all the time. Stovetop left dirty, crumbs on the floor. I continue to come home, after being out of the house for 10 hours working full time, to a dirty kitchen. When the recycling bin is full, stuff starts to get put around it, instead of just taking it out really quick. I have tried everything: explaining why it's important to me, giving some leeway, thanking them when they do the dishes and giving positive reinforcement. This past week I was dealing with a cold, and then returned to work. Even while sick, I took out all the garbage in the house, and did all the dishes. I am starting to feel disregarded, frustrated and like my kindness is taken advantage of. The roommate that quit their job and is home all day just leaves the dishes all day long. I have tried to not do the chores to see what happens. Things have been in the sink for 4 days, garbage just keeps piling. I really need help figuring out how to handle this. I've tried assertively talking about it, I've tried just doing it myself. Now, there's the new development of the other roommate not working. HELP

4/30/07
Radio Bam #117
Bam Margera – Brandon ‘Heroin’ Novak – Chad I Ginsberg – Kevin Margera (Phil’s drug addict brother) – Ryan ‘ShitGoose’ Gee – Bill Bill aka youngunz (Kevin’s daughters boyfriend)
- Bam is taking a shit upstairs so Novak and Chad decide to start the show without him and tells the listeners He's making money while taking a shit.
- Bam skipped last week’s episode, so they played the rerun of Bam yelling at ShitGoose for being a shitty friend.
- Bam immediately calls out Novak for being noticeably high off what appears to be heroin again. He doesn't confirm or deny but claims Kevin smoked PCP earlier too.
- Kevin sounds like he is very under the influence, Bill Bill has already given Bam an Adderall to snort. He’s covered in piercings and tattoos.
- Kevin has an ongoing feud with his neighbors, which stemmed from parking too close to Kevin’s car and calling the police.
- Then in a separate event, the neighbor's nephew parked in the same spot that makes it difficult for Kevin to get his car out again.
- According to some of the neighbors, the car then backed up and hit a sign/post/pole busting out the taillight and then blamed it on Kevin as an angry neighbor getting even from the first failed police report. This one didn't go in Kevin’s favor either.
- Bam went to Buddy Bill’s second ever amateur boxing match in Wilmington Delaware at the Double Tree hotel. One of the other fighters coaches in a separate match started getting fired up on the side of the ring, enough to draw attention of the local authorities on site.
- The 2 police officers asked him to calm down, but he loudly voiced his disagreement to them staying it's his job to fire up his fighter and yell things at him. According to Bam, the police immediately tazed the coach.
- Which then caused the fans to attack the officers, which in turn resulted in more officers rushing the sidelines to disperse the angry crowd. In the end it caused a riot to happen before Buddy Bills match. Bam blames it all on the Wilmington Delaware police department for instigating the riot.
- There was a recent drug bust in Marcus Hook, Kevin’s hometown, Bam runs to grab the daily local to see how many of the mugshots he knows.
- Novak fell on his face during filming earlier, Bam again accuses Novak of doing heroin and checks the back of his phone to see if he hid his drugs where the battery of the phone is. Nothing's there.
- “You’re an awfully clumsy guy for someone who wants pain pills” Chad’s glorious one liner.
- Bam doesn't care if Novak does heroin, he's angry that his friend is lying to him. Chad and Bam begin to really grill Novak on if he is doing heroin again.
- Bam brings up a recent story on how he was supposed to have a ride from Baltimore to Westchester to film with Bam, but lied twice saying he couldn't find a ride. First with his friend Scott, the second with Mandy the on/off girlfriend.
ARTIC MONKEYS –
- Bam claims to have talked with Novak and Kevin of air and they both admitted to doing drugs today. Novak did in the bathroom of ‘Techa' bar.
- Bam is genuinely curious about what it feels like to do PCP, Kevin tried to explain it the best way he can using words. Why would people choose Downers over Uppers with drugs. Seems like Kevin does cocaine and possibly PCP too.
MARK ZAPPA – BROKEN HEARTS ARE FOR ASSHOLES
- Kevin claims he doesn't do PCP, he believes instead he is mentally ill and needs help. Bam and Novak claims he is fucked up on something but they can't figure out what.
- Kevin claims his neighbors are drilling holes and feeding microphones in his walls to listen to him.
- Kevin's son ‘little Kevin’ is currently in jail fort knocking two men out in two punches. The other day he was supposed to be released but the officers then claimed there was confusion with the paperwork and he had to server another year of jail.
- At Jess Margera’s wedding, little Kevin showed up in sweatpants with his heroin addict girlfriend. Little Kevin then proceeds to pick a fight with someone he thought looked like a cop.
- Bam rambles about the crazy stories involving DuPont family again. Bam decides to buy Novak’s belt.
HOOK ME UP WITH THE SHIT THAT KILLED ELVIS – SCOOTER FEAT. JIMMY POP
- Phil calls in to confirm if this is an old episode Or not because he heard Kevin saying he's on PCP
- Missy accidently pocket dialed Bam so they listen in for a bit, but don't hear anything. Novak almost got arrested for wearing small tight shorts that let his balls hang out on each side of them.
- ShitBirdz is getting drunk again with his ‘AA Lowlife’ girlfriend. They were annoying the hell out of Chad while he was setting his new studio, ‘Studio CIG’, at Bams.
- Bam believes MingHags will be the best thing he has released in 10 years, he thinks it's because he doesn't have a MTV executive telling him what he can or can't film.
- Bam discloses that he's hosting the VH1 awards and they’re paying him $70,000 for 2 hours. They start filming in May, if Bam didn't just void the contact by telling the radio his pay.
- April calls into the show to have Boof confirm her actual weight.
- Fanna pranks YoungGunz by texting him on Bam’s phone that they are filming in New Hope, after traveling there, they realize that everyone's in Westchester.
- Bam has had 7 Washington Apples soo far today and he thought he blacked out when he saw that he sent that message to him. Fanna confesses to pulling off the prank using Bams phone.
TOMCRAFT / JIMMY POP - COME GAY BOY
- YoungGunz did the same Skateboard gap that broke Novak's ankles, Novak has physical therapy starting soon for his ankles.
End of show

This might end up being fairly long and if so I apologize in advance but I hope this ends up being as cathartic as I’m hoping.
Let’s start at the beginning. I wasn’t a good husband... hell I probably wasn't even a good person. I was selfish, inattentive to her needs, hid a painkiller addiction for many years and a copious amount of other issues. I wasn’t perfect though neither was she. We were happy though and together for a decade. I’ll preface this by saying that I’m the most non-jealous person in the world. I don’t care what you do with your friends, where you do it, and when as long as your honest. For example let’s say one of her friends invited her to go out of town or to do something for a weekend, it was like “hey are we doing anything this weekend? No? Okay I’m gonna go out of town with insert name here” and vice versa for me “hey are we doing anything this weekend? No? Okay I’m gonna go hunting with insert name here”. All that being said, again, not jealous AT ALL, but after the divorce and subsequent relationship I think my trust with SO coworkers is irreparably damaged.
His name was Joe, I heard through some of her other coworker friends he had a crush on my wife. Whatever, she got cheated on with her first love and couldn’t even watch movies or shows where someone cheats it would make her so angry. So I never thought twice about her going out with her coworkers. Now again, let me say I was not a good husband towards the end, and it took a long time and a lot of hurt and anger had to be let go to where I finally realized that I don’t fault her for finding solace in the arms of another, because she was a damn good wife, a damn good mother, and an even better husband. And she deserved better. I relapsed after an incredibly awful start to 2018. I went and stayed at my moms and had to go over to the house to get some things. Her and my daughter were gone somewhere but her Apple Watch was there. My gut told me what I already knew, and what I knew was that I shouldn't look through it knowing what I would find. What did I find? That she was filing for divorce the next week and plenty of messages to Joe. I knew it was only a matter of time before they ended up together. Can you guess what happened? I had a decent amount of money saved up so I took a sabbatical from work that ended extending to almost two years
December 2018, Christmas morning. I had a plan, it was foolproof. I was going to facetime my daughter in the morning to tell her how much I loved her and missed her and had a very merry Christmas... and then I was going to go in my backyard and blow my brains out. So thats what I did. I called her, talked to her as best you can to a three year old in the midst of a post present high with her cousins there too. Then I walked out in my backyard with my favorite rifle and sat there. And sat there. And sat there. For six hours. I cried, I wept... I wept for me, for my kid who was going to grow up without her daddy. I wept for my ex-wife who was going to have to explain to my daughter why she wouldn't be able to see her daddy again. I wept for my family and the pain I was about to cause them I begged and screamed to God. That if they were real and I was meant for things in this life that they would show me a fucking sign. Show me ANYTHING that would show me whether this drastic choice would be the right one... or the wrong. For six hours in the freezing cold. Never did get an answer that I could recognize as one. But the thought of my kid calling the person my wife had AT LEAST an emotional affair with, "Dad" made me sick... and made me want to live.
I decided to check into rehab, not for drugs, but so I didn't kill myself. Ive always kind of been a natural leader. I don't know why or what it is about me but people tend to flock towards me and have really either one or two reactions. They either really like me, or they really fucking hate me. Here though everyone really liked me and I was put in charge of running the meetings held there and trying to keep morale of the folks there. And it was a great fucking time. It was a month vacation in a really nice area of the state, I didn't have a phone, only my guitar and the resolve to work through my emotions in a safe place the best way I know how, by writing songs about it. Which is exactly what I did both in the classes, AA Meetings, out of class, didn't matter I was just knocking out song after song. I met a kid in there with a killer voice and a guy around my age who actually was the lead singesongwriter for a local band I was a fan of so it ended up being a really enjoyable experience.. The kid though... he got murdered last year from a drug deal gone wrong. Shot in a car and left to die in the parking lot. I think about him almost every day.
What did I learn? I learned that I shouldn't go looking for things I don't want to find, or ask questions that I really want the true answer to. Or so I thought.
I met K in December 2020 on Hinge. I wasn't sure I was really over my ex wife but then when we met it was love at first sight. And for a guy that didn't think he was ever going to love anyone again it was a major deal. She felt the same it seemed, though I now realize it was probably more of a trauma bond/rebound type situation. Things went really well for the honeymoon phase, it was like we couldn't get enough of each other. She was a cheer coach/art teacher, it was new, it was exciting, the sex was great.. she was great... She had some pretty serious insecurities and abandonment issues though. Her mom dropped her off with what ended up being her adoptive family only to come back a few years later and take her away for a few months, then bring her back and drop her off again. She self sabotages and destroys anything good in her life for fear or being hurt and left by someone again. And she only dated guys that controlled her, treated her like shit, stole from her, etc etc. She took xanax and ambien which when it would kick in at first it seemed she was still cognizant. One night when I was staying over there she had taken it and asked me to look something up in her phone. As soon as I open it I see a text to a coach at the school she taught at that was just really inappropriate shit that made me feel uncomfortable, especially since he was married. I asked her about it when she off work the next day and she just downplayed it as they are wont to do. I let it go but its something I thought of often, especially after it ended.
We moved in together in August of 21. I helped her get a job at a school over on my side of town so we got a really nice apartment close to her work and not far from mine. Thats when things started to change. I'll never forget we were laying in bed on a Friday afternoon, I was about to go pick up my kid. I rolled over towards her side and propped myself up and looked at her for a second and thought how lucky am I, and so thats what I said out loud to her. Its like she recoiled like she got bit by a snake, bolted out of bed and said I was being clingy and essentially ran out the door where she ended up back on the other side of town and had dinner with a gay guy friend. I really didn't know what to do or how to take it so when I picked my kid up I took her over to my moms house and we stayed there until K called and asked me to come home so we could talk. I left my kid with my mom and went over there and she apologized and reiterated how she feels in relationships, the fear of being left, how independent she had to be because of her upbringing and a few other things.
Not long after that she forwarded me an email, I'm not even sure what she meant to send me if she even meant it to send to me because I never got around to asking. It was an email thread with the coach where she said "guess what?", "What? You're gonna have my baby?" "No I got Covid!". I confronted her about it, told her how it made me feel, and while she never really responded to it in a way that made me worry I still strongly disliked it and let her know that. Not long after that as we were laying in bed I saw she was texting someone exceptionally long paragraphs, you know the type, the type when you're first talking to someone and are explaining things about yourself to them? I'll spare the long part but come to find out shes found a new coach to have what appears to be an emotional affair with. Though come to find out this one ended up being physical. She broke up with me in January 22. Told me while I showed her love in a way she didn't know was possible, and treated her in a way nobody had ever treated her before that I was too good for her and deserved better. I tried to change her mind, lord knows I tried, I was madly in love. My kid was in love with her. We talked about a future I never thought possible after my divorce.
I moved out of the apartment and back to my moms until I could find a place. We talked occasionally and I spent so much time reading this sub and others. Posts about how to get her back, how to make her miss me, what to do and what not to do. When my work sabbatical ended I got my old job back. Its a great job, ridiculously easy and the amount of work I actually do compared to my compensation should be illegal. She lost her cheer stipend when we moved back to my side of town since she didn't coach and since we got the apt together I knew what her funds looked like. We got that place because we could afford it together, alone I knew she was going to struggle. And I still wanted her back... what better way to show her that and try to manifest it by just being there for her when she needed me? Little did I know that would be the only time she asked me anything. Only when she needed help, or was having an anxiety attack and needed someone to talk her off the ledge and tell her everything was going to be okay. It was never her asking how I was doing, or my kid, or my dog, or what was going on in my life. Everyone told me what my gut had already told me but I lied to myself over and over. Not long after all this happened I found out she had been seeing the new coach at the new school though she still won't admit it even up to... checks notes today.
March 23 I get my first really big commission check I gave her 10k and we paid off her credit card, some other debt she had, some missed car payments and other bill help. Not long after that she tells me shes going to a cabin nearby where shes from with her sisters and nieces/nephews and asks me to watch her dog which I miss just as much as her so I do it. Mind you previous to this we went through a rough spot and she had blocked me on IG and never unblocked me. One of my cousins still followed her though, she hits me on snapchat saying "oh wow K looks amazing" I say "Oh yeah, does the cabin look nice?" She said "Cabin? Looks like shes at the beach" and sends me a screenshot of her IG post. I do my best FBI investigation and zoom in on her glasses, it appears to be a guy taking the picture based on the reflection from the frames and I kind of have an idea who I think it could be, come to find out, we'll call him JMJ also happens to be in Florida at the same time. So I call her out and tell her she needs to find someone to come get her dog and I'm done with her and her lies. She tells me "Oh my mom and dad are traveling across the country in their RV (WHICH THEY WERE) and so when you sent me that extra money after we paid the bills my sister and I decided to fly to Florida to spend some time with them on Spring Break"
She then breaks down and tells me how shes ruined the relationship with the last genuine person in her life and that when she gets back she'll get her dog and I'll never hear from her again. Master manipulator and while shes an amazing liar to someone who wants with every fiber of his being to believe him, is awful at hiding her lies. What do I do? Well I'm a fucking idiot so you can already imagine what I did. I begged her for once to just be honest with me. For once in our entire two years going back and forth that if she ever did truly love me or respect me for things I did for her that she would be honest. She told shes not dating anyone and doesn't have a boyfriend and that nothing has changed. I told her that even if she was seeing someone and told me about it I would help her out one last time only because I had committed to it. I told myself I was doing it for altruistic reasons, that because of all her issues that if I can do for her what I said I would do for her and that would help her out in her future relationships to show her that not everybody is it out to just fuck her and leave her, that when some people tell you they'll do something for you they mean it and she stops self sabotaging then I did my part.
A couple weeks ago was her 30th birthday. I see if she wants to grab dinner but she says one of her girl teacher friends is taking her to dinner in the galleria area. Check the guys IG story via an anonymous viewer and guess who happens to be at a restaurant in the galleria area? I don't even call her out because at this point Im making a plan. I get another rather large check in July and so we had previously talked about paying off the rest of her debt. She tells me shes going to her parents house for MDW and then that shes going out of town today with one of her old friends to New Orleans. This is when I realize just whats about to happen. Im about to have the answer to the question I thought I was dying to know the answer to. I told myself if he posts an IG story today where hes traveling, there is 0% chance that shes not with him. The first thing I see when I open IG is he posted a story... in Cancun. Then the next picture I see... her phone on the table next to him. Bingo. Send her an email saying "Hey I hope you have fun in Cancun!" and that was it. Almost immediately she texts me asking how I know and figured it out and I just saw red. I immediately opened up IG and sent him a message with texts, receipts, bank transfers, her telling me that she still loves me and we can go take a trip this summer, how many times shes asked me for money and help and the lies shes told me about him. She asks me to stop messaging him and I say that shes forever lost the option to ask ANYTHING of me but realize what Im doing is not the right thing and is hella immature so I send her another email saying I'm sorry and out of respect for her I wont say anything else to him.
Then he sends me a message on IG asking to elaborate more and then told me she told him I owed her a lot of money... I asked how much and for what and he said $2k for bills when we first got together. Thats when I sent him an entire list of all bank transactions through our bank and Apple Pay. Just digital alone, $18.647.00 over the last six months plus another $12,460.00 in cash over the last eight months. Then I realized just how little better this made me feel. In fact I thought I would feel triumphant, and ready to move on and finally be over her and start to heal. Knowing full damn and well keeping her around and helping her was keeping me from being able to heal and move on. I sent her another message telling her I was taking the last part of her birthday gift to her apartment and leaving it in the ottoman outside her door and that because I had already accounted for and mentally prepared for giving her money in July that I still would then I blocked and removed her from IG and anything else that would open up an avenue for contact.
Here we are. Starting NC again... a year and a half after we broke up all because I thought I needed the answers to what I didn't want to find out or know. And that yet again, my gut has yet to lie to me in regards to relationships. What is wrong with me? Why even after all of this do I still want her in my life and want her back? If she called me tomorrow needing help I'd probably still do it. How do I fix myself? I've gotten an entire new wardrobe, an entire home gym so I quit blaming my depression for why I didn't go to the gym, and have tried really hard to focus on myself yet I know deep down everything I'm doing, I'm still doing for hopes of her. I lied to myself and clouded my own gut and mind to listen to my heart when I knew what I already knew yet still felt the need to confirm it.
Its not worth it. IT. IS.NOT. WORTH. IT. Keep that door closed if you don't want to know whats on the other side. Don't open that book if you don't want to see whats written on that last page. If your gut is telling you something, its probably right. Listen to it. When your friends and family are telling you the same thing your gut is telling you, listen to them. Even if its killing you, even if its the last thing you want to do, even if its going to break your heart again and reopen any wounds for you to bleed out again it has to be done. Don't be like me. Don't prolong your suffering for a year and a half for hope that you know isn't going to shake out in your way regardless of what the other person might be telling you.

I chose pharmacy while I wanted to do astronomy but we didn’t have that field in the city at that moment, I did pharmacy because I liked chemistry and it was my second choice then, I did pharmacy because I wanted money and status and thought it’ll lead me to that,
Worked so hard then and I didn’t have a life because I studied most of the time and didn’t enjoy even summer vacations or travelled, I did 6 years and I was supposed to do 5 years, I tried to study abroad after applying to a local university but it didn’t work out,
Turns out there’s no money or status unless you become a rep (which is the highest pay in pharmacy field so far) who begs doctors to prescribe your company’s medication, work field is shit and I didn’t get accepted anywhere I wanted but I kept searching and applying for half a year till I landed a job with insurance somehow,
A year after in the new job, still not much money or status instead I tried changing the company to renew my pharmacy license and ended up in a shitty toxic environment and boring job felt like a prison in that company which I did only 2 months and quit during the probation period.(renewed my license though which later on will reveal it meant nothing)
I decided to change my field as I had passion for fitness, I took 2 courses in the fitness field and started my own online personal training business where the main client base was family and close friends I didn’t get many clients as it seems my marketing didn’t go well or probably my Instagram page was so boring and there wasn’t much engagement.
After around a year from quitting last job, I got a job in a gym with low salary, still no money or status and all my savings vanished.
It was mix of hard times, new experiences and a little spice of hurt because of the amount of peopling there, I hated daily basis human interactions.
I again had to quit because of a lot of reasons, mainly because my mother gotten so sick with her cancer.
3 months later still no job and I ran out of most of my savings, I got one interview by coincidence through my old manager which wasn't that bad but they told me I'm not fit for the position and might give me another position in the same place (insurance company) oh and by the way my license expired.
Now I'm thinking about leaving the whole medical and insurance field and maybe try yoga instead of usual fitness instructor classes because it’s too much for a small body lol
That was in the span of around 3 years, March 2020 to now May 2023.
I learned a lot; I built a lot of skills and self-taught myself courses and languages (Japanese, Italian, Spanish), but it seems until this moment I didn’t find a place I feel I belong to 100%
And I'm tired of boring typical interviews with typical boring companies, isn’t there other creative ways to see someone’s potential, a different company with creative approach and work environment that doesn’t make you feel burnt out or bored to death or you’re useless no matter how full of potential you are .
Write down a comment if you had a similar experience and what advices you can provide me

This might end up being fairly long and if so I apologize in advance but I hope this ends up being as cathartic as I’m hoping.
Let’s start at the beginning. I wasn’t a good husband... hell I probably wasn't even a good person. I was selfish, inattentive to her needs, hid a painkiller addiction for many years and a copious amount of other issues. I wasn’t perfect though neither was she. We were happy though and together for a decade. I’ll preface this by saying that I’m the most non-jealous person in the world. I don’t care what you do with your friends, where you do it, and when as long as your honest. For example let’s say one of her friends invited her to go out of town or to do something for a weekend, it was like “hey are we doing anything this weekend? No? Okay I’m gonna go out of town with insert name here” and vice versa for me “hey are we doing anything this weekend? No? Okay I’m gonna go hunting with insert name here”. All that being said, again, not jealous AT ALL, but after the divorce and subsequent relationship I think my trust with SO coworkers is irreparably damaged.
His name was Joe, I heard through some of her other coworker friends he had a crush on my wife. Whatever, she got cheated on with her first love and couldn’t even watch movies or shows where someone cheats it would make her so angry. So I never thought twice about her going out with her coworkers. Now again, let me say I was not a good husband towards the end, and it took a long time and a lot of hurt and anger had to be let go to where I finally realized that I don’t fault her for finding solace in the arms of another, because she was a damn good wife, a damn good mother, and an even better husband. And she deserved better. I relapsed after an incredibly awful start to 2018. I went and stayed at my moms and had to go over to the house to get some things. Her and my daughter were gone somewhere but her Apple Watch was there. My gut told me what I already knew, and what I knew was that I shouldn't look through it knowing what I would find. What did I find? That she was filing for divorce the next week and plenty of messages to Joe. I knew it was only a matter of time before they ended up together. Can you guess what happened? I had a decent amount of money saved up so I took a sabbatical from work that ended extending to almost two years
December 2018, Christmas morning. I had a plan, it was foolproof. I was going to facetime my daughter in the morning to tell her how much I loved her and missed her and had a very merry Christmas... and then I was going to go in my backyard and blow my brains out. So thats what I did. I called her, talked to her as best you can to a three year old in the midst of a post present high with her cousins there too. Then I walked out in my backyard with my favorite rifle and sat there. And sat there. And sat there. For six hours. I cried, I wept... I wept for me, for my kid who was going to grow up without her daddy. I wept for my ex-wife who was going to have to explain to my daughter why she wouldn't be able to see her daddy again. I wept for my family and the pain I was about to cause them I begged and screamed to God. That if they were real and I was meant for things in this life that they would show me a fucking sign. Show me ANYTHING that would show me whether this drastic choice would be the right one... or the wrong. For six hours in the freezing cold. Never did get an answer that I could recognize as one. But the thought of my kid calling the person my wife had AT LEAST an emotional affair with, "Dad" made me sick... and made me want to live.
I decided to check into rehab, not for drugs, but so I didn't kill myself. Ive always kind of been a natural leader. I don't know why or what it is about me but people tend to flock towards me and have really either one or two reactions. They either really like me, or they really fucking hate me. Here though everyone really liked me and I was put in charge of running the meetings held there and trying to keep morale of the folks there. And it was a great fucking time. It was a month vacation in a really nice area of the state, I didn't have a phone, only my guitar and the resolve to work through my emotions in a safe place the best way I know how, by writing songs about it. Which is exactly what I did both in the classes, AA Meetings, out of class, didn't matter I was just knocking out song after song. I met a kid in there with a killer voice and a guy around my age who actually was the lead singesongwriter for a local band I was a fan of so it ended up being a really enjoyable experience.. The kid though... he got murdered last year from a drug deal gone wrong. Shot in a car and left to die in the parking lot. I think about him almost every day.
What did I learn? I learned that I shouldn't go looking for things I don't want to find, or ask questions that I really want the true answer to. Or so I thought.
I met K in December 2020 on Hinge. I wasn't sure I was really over my ex wife but then when we met it was love at first sight. And for a guy that didn't think he was ever going to love anyone again it was a major deal. She felt the same it seemed, though I now realize it was probably more of a trauma bond/rebound type situation. Things went really well for the honeymoon phase, it was like we couldn't get enough of each other. She was a cheer coach/art teacher, it was new, it was exciting, the sex was great.. she was great... She had some pretty serious insecurities and abandonment issues though. Her mom dropped her off with what ended up being her adoptive family only to come back a few years later and take her away for a few months, then bring her back and drop her off again. She self sabotages and destroys anything good in her life for fear or being hurt and left by someone again. And she only dated guys that controlled her, treated her like shit, stole from her, etc etc. She took xanax and ambien which when it would kick in at first it seemed she was still cognizant. One night when I was staying over there she had taken it and asked me to look something up in her phone. As soon as I open it I see a text to a coach at the school she taught at that was just really inappropriate shit that made me feel uncomfortable, especially since he was married. I asked her about it when she off work the next day and she just downplayed it as they are wont to do. I let it go but its something I thought of often, especially after it ended.
We moved in together in August of 21. I helped her get a job at a school over on my side of town so we got a really nice apartment close to her work and not far from mine. Thats when things started to change. I'll never forget we were laying in bed on a Friday afternoon, I was about to go pick up my kid. I rolled over towards her side and propped myself up and looked at her for a second and thought how lucky am I, and so thats what I said out loud to her. Its like she recoiled like she got bit by a snake, bolted out of bed and said I was being clingy and essentially ran out the door where she ended up back on the other side of town and had dinner with a gay guy friend. I really didn't know what to do or how to take it so when I picked my kid up I took her over to my moms house and we stayed there until K called and asked me to come home so we could talk. I left my kid with my mom and went over there and she apologized and reiterated how she feels in relationships, the fear of being left, how independent she had to be because of her upbringing and a few other things.
Not long after that she forwarded me an email, I'm not even sure what she meant to send me if she even meant it to send to me because I never got around to asking. It was an email thread with the coach where she said "guess what?", "What? You're gonna have my baby?" "No I got Covid!". I confronted her about it, told her how it made me feel, and while she never really responded to it in a way that made me worry I still strongly disliked it and let her know that. Not long after that as we were laying in bed I saw she was texting someone exceptionally long paragraphs, you know the type, the type when you're first talking to someone and are explaining things about yourself to them? I'll spare the long part but come to find out shes found a new coach to have what appears to be an emotional affair with. Though come to find out this one ended up being physical. She broke up with me in January 22. Told me while I showed her love in a way she didn't know was possible, and treated her in a way nobody had ever treated her before that I was too good for her and deserved better. I tried to change her mind, lord knows I tried, I was madly in love. My kid was in love with her. We talked about a future I never thought possible after my divorce.
I moved out of the apartment and back to my moms until I could find a place. We talked occasionally and I spent so much time reading this sub and others. Posts about how to get her back, how to make her miss me, what to do and what not to do. When my work sabbatical ended I got my old job back. Its a great job, ridiculously easy and the amount of work I actually do compared to my compensation should be illegal. She lost her cheer stipend when we moved back to my side of town since she didn't coach and since we got the apt together I knew what her funds looked like. We got that place because we could afford it together, alone I knew she was going to struggle. And I still wanted her back... what better way to show her that and try to manifest it by just being there for her when she needed me? Little did I know that would be the only time she asked me anything. Only when she needed help, or was having an anxiety attack and needed someone to talk her off the ledge and tell her everything was going to be okay. It was never her asking how I was doing, or my kid, or my dog, or what was going on in my life. Everyone told me what my gut had already told me but I lied to myself over and over. Not long after all this happened I found out she had been seeing the new coach at the new school though she still won't admit it even up to... checks notes today.
March 23 I get my first really big commission check I gave her 10k and we paid off her credit card, some other debt she had, some missed car payments and other bill help. Not long after that she tells me shes going to a cabin nearby where shes from with her sisters and nieces/nephews and asks me to watch her dog which I miss just as much as her so I do it. Mind you previous to this we went through a rough spot and she had blocked me on IG and never unblocked me. One of my cousins still followed her though, she hits me on snapchat saying "oh wow K looks amazing" I say "Oh yeah, does the cabin look nice?" She said "Cabin? Looks like shes at the beach" and sends me a screenshot of her IG post. I do my best FBI investigation and zoom in on her glasses, it appears to be a guy taking the picture based on the reflection from the frames and I kind of have an idea who I think it could be, come to find out, we'll call him JMJ also happens to be in Florida at the same time. So I call her out and tell her she needs to find someone to come get her dog and I'm done with her and her lies. She tells me "Oh my mom and dad are traveling across the country in their RV (WHICH THEY WERE) and so when you sent me that extra money after we paid the bills my sister and I decided to fly to Florida to spend some time with them on Spring Break"
She then breaks down and tells me how shes ruined the relationship with the last genuine person in her life and that when she gets back she'll get her dog and I'll never hear from her again. Master manipulator and while shes an amazing liar to someone who wants with every fiber of his being to believe him, is awful at hiding her lies. What do I do? Well I'm a fucking idiot so you can already imagine what I did. I begged her for once to just be honest with me. For once in our entire two years going back and forth that if she ever did truly love me or respect me for things I did for her that she would be honest. She told shes not dating anyone and doesn't have a boyfriend and that nothing has changed. I told her that even if she was seeing someone and told me about it I would help her out one last time only because I had committed to it. I told myself I was doing it for altruistic reasons, that because of all her issues that if I can do for her what I said I would do for her and that would help her out in her future relationships to show her that not everybody is it out to just fuck her and leave her, that when some people tell you they'll do something for you they mean it and she stops self sabotaging then I did my part.
A couple weeks ago was her 30th birthday. I see if she wants to grab dinner but she says one of her girl teacher friends is taking her to dinner in the galleria area. Check the guys IG story via an anonymous viewer and guess who happens to be at a restaurant in the galleria area? I don't even call her out because at this point Im making a plan. I get another rather large check in July and so we had previously talked about paying off the rest of her debt. She tells me shes going to her parents house for MDW and then that shes going out of town today with one of her old friends to New Orleans. This is when I realize just whats about to happen. Im about to have the answer to the question I thought I was dying to know the answer to. I told myself if he posts an IG story today where hes traveling, there is 0% chance that shes not with him. The first thing I see when I open IG is he posted a story... in Cancun. Then the next picture I see... her phone on the table next to him. Bingo. Send her an email saying "Hey I hope you have fun in Cancun!" and that was it. Almost immediately she texts me asking how I know and figured it out and I just saw red. I immediately opened up IG and sent him a message with texts, receipts, bank transfers, her telling me that she still loves me and we can go take a trip this summer, how many times shes asked me for money and help and the lies shes told me about him. She asks me to stop messaging him and I say that shes forever lost the option to ask ANYTHING of me but realize what Im doing is not the right thing and is hella immature so I send her another email saying I'm sorry and out of respect for her I wont say anything else to him.
Then he sends me a message on IG asking to elaborate more and then told me she told him I owed her a lot of money... I asked how much and for what and he said $2k for bills when we first got together. Thats when I sent him an entire list of all bank transactions through our bank and Apple Pay. Just digital alone, $18.647.00 over the last six months plus another $12,460.00 in cash over the last eight months. Then I realized just how little better this made me feel. In fact I thought I would feel triumphant, and ready to move on and finally be over her and start to heal. Knowing full damn and well keeping her around and helping her was keeping me from being able to heal and move on. I sent her another message telling her I was taking the last part of her birthday gift to her apartment and leaving it in the ottoman outside her door and that because I had already accounted for and mentally prepared for giving her money in July that I still would then I blocked and removed her from IG and anything else that would open up an avenue for contact.
Here we are. Starting NC again... a year and a half after we broke up all because I thought I needed the answers to what I didn't want to find out or know. And that yet again, my gut has yet to lie to me in regards to relationships. What is wrong with me? Why even after all of this do I still want her in my life and want her back? If she called me tomorrow needing help I'd probably still do it. How do I fix myself? I've gotten an entire new wardrobe, an entire home gym so I quit blaming my depression for why I didn't go to the gym, and have tried really hard to focus on myself yet I know deep down everything I'm doing, I'm still doing for hopes of her. I lied to myself and clouded my own gut and mind to listen to my heart when I knew what I already knew yet still felt the need to confirm it.
Its not worth it. IT. IS.NOT. WORTH. IT. Keep that door closed if you don't want to know whats on the other side. Don't open that book if you don't want to see whats written on that last page. If your gut is telling you something, its probably right. Listen to it. When your friends and family are telling you the same thing your gut is telling you, listen to them. Even if its killing you, even if its the last thing you want to do, even if its going to break your heart again and reopen any wounds for you to bleed out again it has to be done. Don't be like me. Don't prolong your suffering for a year and a half for hope that you know isn't going to shake out in your way regardless of what the other person might be telling you.

I don’t know about you anymore, but I still want to be together. I want you to be mine. I’m kinda in the dark here. I have a strong feeling you found someone else or you’re talking to someone else. Your Twitter likes and tweets kind of allude to that. But for now, without really knowing anything, I want you to be mine. I hope you’re still mine.
I’m tired of this pride shit. We both did it the first time you left. I’m only not reaching out because you told me not to and you changed your number, which you didn’t do before, so I’m assuming you don’t want to be with me or hear from me anymore.
But I don’t want that. I want to be together. You told me you’d wait for me, no matter how long it took. I hope that’s still true.
I wonder what you’ve been up to since we last talked. It’s been almost a month. I have never been this out of touch with your life. I don’t have your location. I don’t have your number. You’ve made me a stranger.
But I still love you. I wish things didn’t have to be this bad. I wish I could hear your thoughts. Your feelings. I wish you left messages for me somewhere.
I wish you still trusted me. I wish I could somehow show you things are different. I wish I knew why you decided to flip on me last time we talked.
I miss you. I hope you haven’t given up. Take care of yourself, my pretty girl.
I do have a question though. I know it won’t get answered but whatever. If I would have come to you calm, without the yelling or screaming, would you have heard me out? Were we at a point where you didn’t care? Or was it the way I got about things? Were you still willing to listen to me and work with me, work on the relationship?
I want you to know that I’m not against you at all. I have no anger or animosity towards you. I really just want us to get better. I want us to go to couples therapy. I’ve started going myself for two weeks now. To a new one. I want us to be a team, if you’re still here.
Yours

My wife (30F) just went through radical hysterectomy and became unable to give birth. My wife and I (30M) got married last year and we were just starting to talk about our family plan. My wife wasn't too keen on the idea of having a baby too soon but it seems that given her ability being stripped off, she now has the urge to do so.
As I was trying to convince my wife to have a baby before, I was getting ready for it mentally, or so I pretended to be. However with adoption, it adds some extra hurdles. My first and foremost concern is that while my wife is (hopefully) set to recover from cancer, she will always have the risk of getting it again. It's very hard to imagine myself raising a child alone, and I'm not sure if I can rely on my family for that. Especially as I heard about stories where single fathers had difficulties getting support for raising a daughter, I'm starting to think we should adopt a son, if we could afford to do so. (I was originally hoping to have a daughter - the reason being that I'm not great at sports, and I'm worried if my son would be disappointed with my lack of agility but yes this is a minor concern)
Has anyone had a similar experience, in either position of being a parent or a child?

I’m unsure if I have skin picking disorder
For context I have excema so I’m already scratching at my skin all the time but there would be times where’d I scratch to the point that I get wounds which turns into Scabs and I’d find myself picking at them too over and over again. I’m not too sure why I do this sometimes it’s out of boredom and I scratch them off for fun or when I’m stressed in school I’d find myself picking at my skin and scabs or I’d just spot them and scratch them off.
Another thing that’s really confused me was when I was with my ex bf, he’d have really bad scabs on his legs due to him scratching too much and every time I see them id get the urge to scratch and pick them off. At the beginning there wasn’t much and it wasn’t too bad but then it got bad to the point his legs would be covered in scars and scabs from mostly me scratching them off. And it wasn’t just his legs anywhere with scabs im scratching. It may sound odd but it’s kinda relaxing to me and I’d literally use to get excited to scratchs his legs and any scabs he may have. Sometimes when I’m scratching at my skin he’d present himself so I wouldn’t and he said this never hurts him however sometimes I’d scratch and bit too fast and hard when I get carried away. Although near the end of our relationships I started to get freaked out when there was a lot of blood which I normally wouldnt be (as I’d be scratching for hours even past the blood )and when we split up I thought it would just pass but i still think about scratching his legs now.
But even after, I still find myself occasionally picking at my skin and scabs but also recently we got kittens and my brother had a long cat scratch on his arm and I immediately had the urge to scratch the scabs off. I did ask and he said no but it didn’t stop me and I managed to scratch a few off without him noticing then I was just fixated on scratching all the scabs off.
I don’t know how this came across or what it is. If it is ocd or the skin picking disorder. I haven’t got this checked out but I don’t want to jump to conclusions.
Can anyone help explain this to me? Thank you.

Last saturday, me(42m) and my wife were watching a movie upstairs in our bedroom. A few minutes into the movie, we were interrupted by my daughter screaming. Shocked, of course, me and my wife both rushed downstairs.
I saw my daughter lying on the floor, crying. We asked her what happened, horrified, she said my son 9m punched her. They apparently had a fight because she took his phone away from him while he was finishing up a game he was playing. Pissed, he smacked my daughter's stomach. I grabbed his phone from him and grounded him right then and there. I was pretty angry, but I didn't expect anything too bad to have happened. My daughter stopped crying afterwards, so me and my wife went back to watching our movie.
A few hours later, as we were all getting ready for bed. My wife heard sobbing in the washroom. She knocked on the door repeatedly, concerned, but my daughter did not answer. At this point we were both standing at the door horrified. I told my wife to get the keys and check in on her. I stood outside and waited. And I started hearing my wife cry a little. I asked her what had happened, and she smacked the door open, holding my daughter's hand. She told me that my daughter needed to go to the hospital urgently. She told me to stay at home with our son, and that she would text me what had happened at the hospital. About half an hour later, I get a text from my wife, telling me that my daughter was heavily bleeding from her vagina. Before our first child, me and my wife had experienced miscarriage before, so I put two and two together, and figured out that my daughter had lost her child.
I was torn between anger and between sadness. I got up from my bed, went into my son's room, and grabbed him by his arm. I took him to the car. I told him that he'd be sleeping there until his sister got back from the hospital. I slammed the door on him, and locked the door. He is at an age where he should know not to hurt people.
About 3 in the night, I get a call from my wife. She said that my daughter wanted me to be there with her at the hospital. A while later, my wife came back, and I took the car and left. In less than ten minutes, I got a call from my wife asking where our son was. I told her what I did and she hung up. She called again later and was absolutely pissed. She justified our son's violence saying that he was not at a mature age yet, and that it wasn't fair to give him such a harsh punishment when he didn't even know my daughter was pregnant. She hung up, and is refusing to pick up my calls. I told my daughter about the situation, and she took her brother's side. I left the hospital and I'm staying at a buddy's house right now.
Sorry if my grammar isn't very good, I wasn't born here.
Not giving any names for obvious reasons. Throw away account.
TL;DR: My son punched my daughter, caused a miscarriage, so I locked him in the car, and now my family is pissed at me.

I took in a couple as roommates. They had reached out to me through a friend. I have a weird drive to help those who are marginalized, neurodivergent, have been abused, etc. It's part of me feeling like I want to help people with things I never got help with. Friends have told me I need to stop doing this kind of stuff. They were moving to my city and weren't having luck finding a place because they hadn't had jobs set up yet, but assured me they had plenty of savings and would be getting jobs right away. I spoke with them on the phone and asked a lot of clarifying questions, and honestly felt good about it. I am usually very good at vetting people and have never had a truly bad roommate situation.
So they get here and already things are changing up on me: The savings that they told me they had, it turned out that not all of that money was in the bank - partly they were relying on a last paycheck from the job they had just quit to move here that it turned out had actually already been paid out. So that was about $2k that wasn't coming. It turned out they were near broke. I now realize I should have asked for a bank statement, but I was just going on trust. I don't think this was done on purpose, they were very upset when they realized that happened. Ok, I was willing to just move past it, as long as everyone was going to get jobs and get back on their feet.
I did what I could to help remove barriers to them relocating and making a life here: Waived the deposit, got my landlord to approve a 2 month stay, where normally they would ask for everyone to be on the paperwork after 2 weeks. Gave them time and breathing room to find jobs and get working again, all with the idea that they'd save up and move out. I made it clear that I needed this to be a temporary stay and this was agreed to by all. So they get here and one of the roommates is very motivated to find work and applying all over the place, and is now working full time. Cool, awesome for them! The other roommate was shooting down most of the suggestions I was making and had a list of very specific things they could do, and a longer list of things they wouldn't do. At first I was like, it's just not going to be possible to find a job with all of these requirements. Except that I did find them the literal perfect fit, that met every single one of their criteria. One month in, they have quit that job. Citing burnout and mental health issues. Here's my dilemma. I totally understand that as a neurodivergent with PTSD myself. However, it feels like a bait and switch. If it had been presented to me that when they get here, only one of them would be working, which would mean they wouldn't be able to get their own place, I would not have agreed. My expectation with making all these accommodations for them is that I was functioning as a temporary launching pad, and as part of that I expected both to be employed and working toward that goal of getting their own place. I was willing to tolerate some discomfort as part of this transition phase.
Here is the other compounding factor here: The chores are not being done. For 2 months, I've been handling the trash. The dishes are left in the sink all the time. Stovetop left dirty, crumbs on the floor. I continue to come home, after being out of the house for 10 hours working full time, to a dirty kitchen. When the recycling bin is full, stuff starts to get put around it, instead of just taking it out really quick.mI have tried everything: explaining why it's important to me, giving some leeway, thanking them when they do the dishes and giving positive reinforcement. This past week I was dealing with a cold, and then returned to work. Even while sick, I took out all the garbage in the house, and did all the dishes. I am starting to feel disregarded, frustrated and like my kindness is taken advantage of. The roommate that quit their job and is home all day just leaves the dishes all day long. I have tried to not do the chores to see what happens. Things have been in the sink for 4 days, garbage just keeps piling. I really need help figuring out how to handle this. I've tried assertively talking about it, I've tried just doing it myself. Now, there's the new development of the other roommate not working. HELP

I don't even know where to start. My ex and I co parent a wonderful 9 year old daughter. I am not my daughter's biological father (I found out she was not mine when she was three- I left my ex but stayed in the life of my daughter because I was already dad and the bio father was not interested).
We share 50/50 custody and have been able to co-parent effectively other than the last year. About 18 months ago my ex got mad at me for having concerns about issues when she was parenting- I won't go into detail but our ability to co-parent broke down. She took me to court and tried to force a DNA test and have my name removed from the birth certificate to where my daughter basically wouldn't have a dad. My daughter was 7.5 years old at this time- and I've been dad since before she was born.
I got an attorney and long story short... It did not go well for her. At all. The hearing officer was disgusted by what she was attempting to do as my daughter knew me as dad and we had an EXTREMELY close relationship. I'm a good dad. And I was able to prove it. I basically got to dictate the terms of a parenting plan, my child support was drastically lowered from what I was paying and I was allowed to claim my daughter every other year for taxes.
After the parenting plan was put in place we patched things up and got into a good rhythm of co-parenting like we once had. There was no more threatening to keep my daughter from me and my ex respected me as a co-parent a lot more because she is terrified of going back to court again. I have proof of her drinking and driving one time with my daughter in the car (a voice recording of her admitting it) as well as a few other issues that have happened since going to court.
Fast forward to a couple months ago. My ex meets a guy and starts spending a lot of time with him. From what my daughter and ex tell me... He is a pretty legit guy. I have no reason to have an issue with him. I hear nothing but positive stuff about him from my daughter. Well after dating about 8 weeks my ex tells me that she is going to move into his house about 1.5 hours away with my daughter. This would involve uprooting her from everything she's known, moving her farther away from me and having her change schools to a much more inferior school.
My ex has a terrible track record with guys and has been in several abusive relationships... One of the men beat her so bad that he was one of my states most wanted fugitives for what he did to her. But this was all before my daughter was born (He's my daughter's biological father).
I told my ex that because the relationship has only been going on for 8 weeks... She was free to move in with him but my daughter would not be joining them and we would have to rethink the custody arrangement to where I have primary physical if they moved forward. My ex became irate and told me that her boyfriend who she is very much in love with is threatening to leave her if they don't move in together because of the distance between them.
That was another red flag. That the relationship is so fragile that this could cause a breakup. I'm terrified that my ex is going to get herself in a position where she lives with this guy, there's violence or fighting and she can't escape. And my daughter would witness all of this. Because that's the history my ex has with relationships. Every other relationship other than ours has had violence in it.
I told my ex that she should renew her lease and I will renew mine... And a year from now if they are still together and happy- I would be willing to move to that city as well to make it all easy for everyone and our daughter and I would not contest my daughter living there.
Part of me feels like I am being inappropriate and controlling by basically dictating my ex's relationship terms. But the other part of me feels like my concerns are legitimate. And that my daughter's life should not be uprooted for a relationship that is only 8 weeks old... In it's infancy. I feel like I have a moral responsibility to kind of put guard rails on some of the decisions my ex makes when it effects my daughter due to her terrible decisions in the past. I have sacrificed a lot in life to make sure my daughter has a stable life and have always made myself the most stable person around her... It's why we have such a close relationship.
I know it's a long story... And there is more to it.... But am I being a controlling asshole here? I want my ex to be happy- she deserves that. But I also have to watch out for my kiddo.
I am using the threat of legal action to control my ex. That's a fact. And I'm not at all afraid to follow through with it.

Introuduction
1) Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs?
Lots of training experience. I have a current medium german Shepard mix dog that is very well trained and I started at 0 with.
Before this I did dog training with my other dogs when I was younger.
2) Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through a reputable breeder?
Repudable breeder
3) Describe your ideal dog.
The dog must be capable of being good with cats, dogs, children and everyone.
Eager to please and very reliable off leash. Lovable and cuddly.
low coat maintenace
Ideally they can run 3 miles every other day. (I run 4-6 miles daily but plan on definitely lowering to 3 miles)
Quiet breed
4) What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why?
• Labrador Good dog, I like the English lab. Checks off most of my boxes. Im cautious because of the exercise they need. Very loving dog.
Smaller size of the english is a con. Not much else.
• Rottweiler Quiet breed. I love the bulk look. Smart breed for training. 3 mile run is possible (max) Good with everyone if socialized well. I like the indifference they have towards others (more focus on me and my family). Lovable. Food motivated. They’re energy needs sounds perfect for me. Good hiker. Good with kids and other animals.
Stuborness is a con for me
• Doberman Elegant look. Can keep up with my runs. Velcro. Lovable. Off leash potential. Love the focus on handler. Potential for separation anxiety and vocalness are cons for me.
leaning away from this one.
5) What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do?
Basic obedience, running, hiking, impeccable recall for off leash. Holding things on there back pack.
6) Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport?
No, he would be purely a companion
Care Commitments
7) How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day?
He would be with me 8+ hours a day (work from home), running buddy (45min - 1hr 15min), 30 min training in morning.
This would be an average day. Random play throughout the day. I love controlled rough play with my dog. (with toys)
8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?
9) How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly?
low grooming. Brushing when needed no trimming
Personal Preferences
10) What size dog are you looking for?
large
11) How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle?
moderate shedding
quiet breed
low slobber max
12) How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area?
Very. I take my current dog to open areas and plan on also taking this dog.
Dog Personality and Behavior
13) Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space?
Snuggly
14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?
Eager to please.
15) How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors?
Kind to everyone. But also very fine with indifference / alert. No unecessary agresion.
16) Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs?
No
17) Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want to avoid?

• Separation anxiety
• Loud breeds
• Anxious
• aggresive

Lifestyle
18) How often and how long will the dog be left alone?
4 hours on average. 8 hours on rare days.
This would be as an adult. Puppy gets much more time.
19) What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog?
Partner would be involved in training interacting with the dog. She loves dogs of all sizes. Vet tech.
20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?
• 2 Cats • 1 female german shepard mix (shes very kind to everyone)
21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?
Not regularly. But will see them regularly and long term, yes.
22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?
no, I own a home
23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?
California, and Yes.
24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?
55 F
No snow ever
Additional Information and Questions
25) Please provide any additional information you feel may be relevant.

• No additional information.

26) Feel free to ask any questions below.

So, this happened just a few hours ago, and I'm still cringing from the embarrassment. I had a job interview at a prestigious company today, and I was determined to make a good impression. Little did I know that fate had something else in store for me.
I arrived at the company's office 15 minutes early, dressed in my best outfit, feeling confident and prepared. As I sat in the waiting area, reviewing my notes and going over potential interview questions in my head, I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. I figured I had a few more minutes, so I quickly excused myself and hurriedly made my way to the nearest restroom.
Now, here's where the real disaster begins. I entered the restroom, relieved to find it empty, and proceeded to the stall. Without getting into too much detail, let's just say that nature was calling with a vengeance. I won't go into the gory details, but it was an epic battle that required more time than I anticipated. As I finished up and flushed the toilet, I heard a horrifying noise. The toilet refused to flush properly and started to overflow.
Panic set in as the water began to rise rapidly, spilling onto the floor. I frantically searched for the emergency shut-off valve, but it was nowhere to be found. I stood there, watching in disbelief, as the water continued to overflow, creeping closer to my shoes. At that moment, I realized the gravity of the situation. My interview was about to start, and I was stuck in a flooded restroom with no way to escape without being seen. In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, I grabbed some toilet paper and started mopping up the water, trying to prevent it from seeping out of the restroom. But the water was relentless, and my efforts were in vain. It was like a scene out of a nightmare.
After what felt like an eternity, I managed to somewhat contain the flood, but I was soaked, embarrassed, and running out of time. I quickly washed my hands, hoping to at least appear presentable, and left the restroom. As I made my way to the interview room, water squelched in my shoes with every step. I arrived just as the interviewer was about to call my name, and the look of shock and amusement on their face was unmistakable. They tried to hide their laughter, but it was clear that they knew something was up. Throughout the interview, I could tell that they were trying their best to focus on my qualifications and answers, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had become the butt of their inside jokes. Needless to say, I didn't get the job. It was a disastrous interview from start to finish, and I can't help but wonder if my unfortunate restroom incident played a significant role in their decision.
So there you have it, I flooded a restroom and made a terrible first impression during a crucial job interview. If you're ever in a similar situation, make sure to check the plumbing beforehand, or you might end up flushing your dreams down the drain, quite literally.
TL;DR: I had a job interview, got stuck in a flooded restroom, and made a terrible first impression on my potential employer.

so, a little backstory:
I was a SAHM for 9 years. I took care of my kids, the house, did crafts and hobbies, and kept to myself. I had no friends but my husband and my kids.
Eventually I started going to college. I did online for as long as possible because my husband didn't want me going in person. That ran out and I had to finish the last few semesters in person. I met people, became friends so we could help each other with homework.
I tried soo soo hard to be friends with other women there. They acted like I was competition and shunned me. My field has few women, so I became casual friends with some of the guys. Eventually, we started playing video games online like 3 or 4 of us twice a week. I never neglected my family duties to do so. Once I graduated, I never saw these guys again in person, but we still play games.
During covid especially, I was stuck in the house with my agitated husband because the kids were around him 24/7 interrupting his video games and being loud. I was so lonely during that time. I couldn't talk to him about anything I felt, so I escaped by playing games with my friends and trying so hard to never want to go home. There would be days I'd park my car in a parking lot and sit there and cry, just so no one would see me.
I also went back to work my final year of college and made a few female friends that way. I hadn't hung out with another woman without kids in 10 years, so when I was invited to hang it was this huge deal.
My MIL was shocked saying "youre going without your husbands?" and just fully unsupportive of it. Or the time I wanted to go to a concert but my husband didn't, so he stayed home with the kids and I went alone. His mom couldn't fathom that and she always has an opinion on everything I do.
I've tried to keep in touch with the female friends, but one quit being my friend because I was complaining about my marriage too much and the other the last time we hung out, barely spoke to me so I dont have a friendship with her anymore.
I took my kids out today and my oldest daughter (12) tells me that she told her grandmother about my online guy friends and the grandmother told her "I hope your momma doesn't mess up with one of these guys and hurt your daddy". basically Implying im cheating with them even though we only ever play online.
My husband also plays games. He raids twice a week on a game with a mixture of guys and girls he plays with, but nothing is ever said about him. He also works at a job where he's the only man in a women dominated position.
If you read my profile you'll know that we are getting a divorce. My choice and it's mostly his lack of contribution to the home, his insane jealousy and controlling behavior, his lack of accountability, his sexual coersion..
Its been over a month since I've told him, I got my half of the house money in, and will soon be looking for a place. I was hoping he would tell his own mother, but it seems like he's stalling or waiting for me to do it.
My MIL is not one from he'll, I quite like her most of the time, but her true colors come out in situations like this or how she butts into our marriage. I confided in her a few times about her sons emotional.and verbal abuse and she brushed it off.
She had told me that I should just love him enough, pray for him, and everything would be ok. A few times she would reschedule our family lunches because she said she couldn't bear to see how he treats me, so instead she'll just not come as to not agitate him.
There was one time she stuck up for me, but it was super mild when he threw a temper tantrum at a restaurant because it was his birthday and I was too swamped with work, school, the kids, etc to make his birthday cake the day of his birthday so he made a big show and ordered a slice at the restaurant. She had defended me saying I was super busy, but I can tell she's terrified of him.
She knows I've been really unhappy for 5 years. A few weeks ago he bought a dog knowing I'd be the one taking care of it alone while hes at work and she came in the kitchen and quietly hugged me saying "Im.so sorry he did that" but of course won't say a word to her precious son.
I know once the cat is out of the bag that she will be on my case thinking I'm cheating, because neither of our two families think my reasons are "good enough" to divorce.
Since I won't have to deal with her too much longer in such a close manner at least, should I just let this go?