Stop and shop circular

I stopped celebrating my birthday 2 years ago. Dati naman excited ako pag birthday ko pero simula nung naging breadwinner ako, nawalan ako ng ganang magcelebrate. Mas gusto ko na lang na normal na araw lang siya. Even sa social media accounts ko tinanggal ko na yung birthdate ko para di mag aappear sa friends ko.
Bakit?
Baka di niyo magustuhan kaya sorry agad. Bday ko naman kaya pagbigyan niyo na ako. Ayoko na icelebrate bday ko kasi para sa akin wala naman ako dapat icelebrate. Sana di na lang ako pinanganak para di ko nararanasan tong paghihirap ko. Di ko naman kasalanan na ipanganak dito sa mundong to pero sana di na lang ako nabuo. Wala na akong nakikitang rason para maging masaya sa buhay ko. Bakit ako pinanganak pa, kung wala naman savings mga magulang ko? Kung magiging breadwinner lang din pala ako? Kung magiging panganay ako na kailangan ko isakripisyo pangarap ko na mag-masters para makapagpatapos ng kapatid ko (na napagtapos ko na, nakakatulong na rin)? Pag panganay, parang bawal na magkaroon ng pangarap para sa sarili no kahit savings? Parang bawal mangarap kasi dapat ubusin mo sarili mo sa pamilya mo kasi kung hindi wala kang kwentang anak at kapatid.
Inggit na inggit ako sa mga kaibigan kong puro gala sa social media at nakakapagmasters sa magandang school kasi wala sila responsibilidad sa buhay kundi paunlarin sarili nila. Ako? Pangarap ko maging abogado noon. Alam kong kaya ng utak ko yun pero naisip ko mahal yun saka matagal. So stop na sa pangarap maging abogado. Masters na lang para mas maikling panahon lang saka mas mura onti pero di pa rin kaya kasi wala akong pera pangsuporta sa sarili ko.
Hayyyy. Ang hirap ng buhay ko. Pero ayun. Salamat sa group na to kasi kahit papano alam ko na hindi ako nag iisa.
Baka naman po pwede niyo ako igreet? Or kahit pahingi rin ng advice or tips paano magiging masaya buhay ko or kahit pagaanin niyo lang po loob ko huhuhu. And yes, may balak ako mag-move out pero di ngayon, di pa keri ng budget.
Salamat po. Sorry ang haba.

I am 21 years old and live with my boyfriend and his family. (I know, big mistake) but we love each other and we decided i should move in to save money for a little but and then move out. Its been 3 years, nothing. But last night, when i came home from work, my boyfriend picked me up in his moms car where i seen my damn perfume on the car floor. I was livid. I don't take my perfumes from our room. I asked him what happened; he says he has no idea and he says it was probably his mom who went into our room and grabbed the perfume because when he came home as well, our room door was open. Its been 1 day; the perfume was used more than half, and it only makes me more mad because that perfume was used as a memorabilia. They don't sell this perfume anymore. And i think the process of her just smelling all of my perfumes and grabbing the one she thinks smelt best, makes me more pissed off. I grabbed all of my things and moved out to a friends house. I cannot explain why I am so livid. It has happened before where she goes in the room and my makeup is missing. (Contour, lashes, eyelash glue) I usually try to disregard it because those are just materialistic things that I can just get back but this perfume meant so much to me. I just dont understand why my MIL cant just stop. Can't just stop grabbing my things. My shoes. My makeup. My perfume, MY THINGS. I pay rent like any other place. More than enough. I just don't know if I am over reacting over all of this. Has your MIL ever been enough of a reason to break the relationship off? I need advice or yalls own story with yalls MIL because I feel like I am going crazy.

This man who has been harassing me for 8 years saying I owe him money came up to me in a coffee shop demanding money. When I refused he threw coffee on my computer. I do not owe him money. I did owe his father money long ago but I paid him in full. Once I was done his father said I owed him more. At that point I told him to kick rocks. They have been harassing me ever since. His father is now dead. He walked out of the coffee shop after throwing coffee on my computer so I tried stopping him by standing in front of his car. He said I would get in trouble for kidnapping so I stopped but not before he bruised my legs trying to proceed. Turns out it wasn’t his car. He knew exactly what he was doing and how hard it would be for me to hold him accountable. I’ve avoided this guy for years. I blocked him on Facebook and my phone. He used to live at his dads house but I’m scared to go by there to find out. I don’t know who he hangs out with. No one I know wants to go anywhere near him. I’m planning on unblocking him on social media at some point to see if I can figure it out but I want a solid plan before I go there. It seems bizarre to me that I’m the one who needs to find the guy I’m trying to get a restraining order against. Why can’t the police find him through DMV records or something else? I have his name and that is all. Anyway. If people have suggestions on the safest and best way to go about this I would really appreciate it. If I can’t find him I need to prove I made every effort to so it can be posted publicly. This feels like kicking a hornets nest to me.
Thank you.

I had a Fibroscan done and it came back with 6.2 KpA. I have no fat on my liver. My ALT is at 77.
Does this mean I have to stop drinking the rest of my life?

Hi everyone,
Growing up, I've always struggled with a lack of self-confidence and persistent insecurity. When I began dating my wife, she initiated everything, and I didn't have the strength to say no. Over time, she took advantage of my inability to leave the relationship.
Last year, we only had sex four times, which is actually the most we've had during our eight-year relationship. Our connection lacks intimacy; there's no touching, hugging, kissing, or exchanging "I love you"s.
While I haven't tried everything, I've done my best to explore various solutions. We tried therapy, but she stopped attending and threatened to leave me, as she doesn't believe in it. I've attempted different communication styles, actively listened to her needs, and made changes accordingly. However, being consistently rejected has changed me in ways that are difficult to comprehend. I feel as though I've developed troubling fetishes as a result, and I'm at a loss for what to do next.

I just learned about the UK indie brand Eunique Beauty, especially because the make these foiled and glitter eyeshadows. I admit my source is 1,5 years old so in that time a lot can happen. When I look at their online shop everything is on sale and beside a couple matt singles I don't see any eyeshadows at all. I tried different browsers, so that's not the issue. On their Instagram account was nothing new since January and just in general no announcements. Does someone knows anything about that and does it make sense to wait for them to release something new?

Recently, ive been seeing more and more low ranked players in my games and honestly game quality is not good at all. I notice that queue time is a lot shorter but game quality is so bad with "boosted" players in games which they have no idea what they are doing.
Anyone else feeling this? I honestly prefer longer queue time than some no chance game. On my other account diamond & masters games feels the same but seems like GM is only effected?
I stopped playing ranked due to this since its not fun at all anymore and basically ow2 in general no one coms anymore. everyone is just scared to talk or have social anxiety

Hello,
I am interested to see if anyone has/is experiencing the same side effects as I am, I got to round 30 of TMS and have terrible numbness, pins & needles, scalp discomfort, dizziness, etc. throughout my whole body. It's been happening for about 1 week and is not getting any better, just worse. I almost feel like I am dumb at this point. I have stopped TMS treatment, my doc says it's most likely not from TMS although when I dig deeper I learn more people have side effects.
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Any insight would be great!

Ok, so I’m asking this in good faith (no pun intended)—but per the Bible, everything happens according to God’s plan, and he has a plan for all of us.
It’s also said that God doesn’t make mistakes and works in mysterious ways, ones we can’t always understand.
That said, why are so many Christian folks against abortion?
I don’t believe abortion should be used as birth control, full stop. But I do believe there are situations where it’s acceptable.
If the mother will die otherwise, if the fetus has sadly already passed on, if you’re a victim of rape or incest… or simply, if you search your heart and believe it’s the right thing to do, for whatever reason.
No woman wants to get an abortion. But if you truly feel led to do it, how do we know it isn’t God’s will?
If the woman is a victim, how do we know the attack wasn’t the work of the Devil, and God seeks to set things right?
If there’s a woman who’s meant to cure cancer, why WOULDN’T Satan attack that person?
In fact, pregnancy via rape could be one of the Devil’s best tactics to keep women from fulfilling their destiny, because the idea of getting an abortion is so painful.
Folks say it’s murdering a baby, but I’m not so sure.
As long as it takes place prior to 3 months (as was legal for 50 years) it’s only a clump of cells. It’s like taking cake batter out of the oven before it’s a cake.
If God means to course correct a birth that isn’t supposed to happen yet, He’d just send the soul down at the proper time, wouldn’t He?
Using the cake analogy, God loves us. He’s not going to throw the cake away like it’s trash, He’ll put it back in the oven at the right time, no?
If that’s the case, then it isn’t really murder. The baby doesn’t have a body to inhabit yet and will get one later. That soul isn’t gone forever.
Additionally, (and this is dark) He asked Abraham to sacrifice his son, Isaac—and was pleased he agreed. If God was fully against abortion, shouldn’t He have been horrified?
Not to mention, God sent the Angel of Death to all of the Egyptian firstborn children, when Moses came. He also allowed his own Son to die, for a greater purpose.
I am NOT advocating any of us do these things—just using these examples to say that even for God, the morality of death isn’t always black and white.
That said, if the folks involved do some soul searching and believe an abortion is the difficult, but right choice, who are we to say it ISN’T God’s will?
Wouldn’t it be presumptuous and unwise of us to decide we know what He intends or what He has called others to do?
Again, I’m asking in good faith. This is genuinely something I don’t understand.

Hey! 26-F here looking to make new friends. I love antiques and rustic items. Small craft vendors or local shops housing local art are one of my favorite past times. I love to make decor or collect obscure items. I enjoy hiking as a stress reliever and past time. Currently attempting to get back into the gym and work towards a goal of a 5K, I’ve completed some in the past and really enjoyed them. Rock music is by far my favorite, classic rock, alternative, metal, etc. I enjoy reading and would love new book recommendations as well as podcasts recs! I also love to travel and would love to learn to ski.

I feel extreme emotional neglect in my relationship, and I have for about two years now.
We started off as "soulmates," and he was insanely attentive to what made me feel loved (words of affirmation/physical touch.) He picked up on it right away and would take the time to write me very heartfelt notes about how I checked everything on his list, I was his soulmate, he has never been attracted to anyone the way he was to me, etc, etc. Honestly, my self-esteem was never higher, because I really felt the same way about him. I couldn't believe that someone so awesome could actually be in love with...me. It was amazing and I cherished (and reciprocated) all of his gestures and confessions of love.
We had an amazing sex life, and I felt safe with him in the bedroom - a first for me. Also a huge emotional need, safety, that I didn't know was so important to me. Our intimacy was extremely valued and prioritized, and he was always letting me know how attracted he was to me.
He got a promotion at work and started working different hours. Slowly, his notes stopped. I wrote him a note every day in his lunch box, it was our thing. He would leave me notes at random times. It stopped. I asked him why, and he got angry and said, "what am I supposed to do with all of these notes from you? This house is already full of clutter, we don't have space for this! I'm going to have to throw them away!" My heart broke. I literally broke down sobbing, because words of affirmation were so important to us (or so I thought.)
But, we were still very active sexually, and so I thought that maybe we were getting into the groove of a long-term relationship.
Until, I noticed that when he would come home from work around 3 AM, he would wake me up to have sex, and would finish within 45 seconds (not his normal time.) It happened for a few nights in a row. I finally discovered what was happening when one night, he crept into the bedroom to see if I was sleeping (I wasn't.) I pretended I was, though. He slinks back out into our living room and I gave it three minutes before I walked out of the room, to find him (literally) pants down, watching porn on his phone. I realized he was watching porn, and then waking me up to have sex with me.
This was after he shamed me for weeks at the beginning of our relationship for watching porn myself - after this incident, there were CONCRETE "no porn" rules in our relationship that I happily abode by, and assumed he was also. Because I felt so safe being intimate with him, this absolutely destroyed me. He blamed it on me - I kept asking him for his time, expressing sadness over his work hours. He needed a "release." He told me that men who don't want to actually cheat on their partners watch porn. And he felt justified because of my mistake at the very beginning of our relationship. He showed absolutely no remorse for this. His face was disgustingly smug while he watched me fall apart.
It was my 30th birthday.
I, naturally, had a difficult time getting over this. But, I tried like hell - blaming myself the entire way. I was traumatized. He insisted that it wouldn't ever happen again.
But, it did - I walked in on him again less than four months later. Again, this was blamed on me.
My trust, at that point, was broken. My heart was broken, and I kept beating myself up for HIS actions (that somehow, he convinced me was my fault.) I was never unwilling to have sex with him - I loved it, actually. I honestly don't believe I have ever turned him down.
We "got over" the second incident - and by that, I mean he berated me every time I tried to talk about my emotions around the situation.
After this, our intimate life slowly began to dissipate over the course of several months. I am not naive enough to believe that he is abstaining from porn - I'm sure he watches it. It's safer to assume that he does than to believe that he isn't and get blindsided a third time. My safety with him in the bedroom has dissipated to almost nothing.
Not only has the sexual relationship dwindled, but emotionally, he is a wall. Every time I try to act like we used to, he pushes me away. If I try to talk about anything that may be bothering me, he mocks me - and then uses it against me. Saying things like "talk to me when you come to your senses" "I work all week, I don't have time for this. I have other things to do." or, he will very obviously check the time while I'm sobbing next to him.
Most disturbing of all, he consistently denies that there has been a drastic change in the dynamic. I know that things settle down after some time, but this is from one extreme to another. He used to compliment me, and listen to me, include me, call me - and now, it is very different, but he will tell me nothing has changed.
I don't know what I'm looking for here. I just needed to get this off my chest. I think I was love bombed at the beginning of the relationship.
Thanks for reading.

You feel like something is touching your ass as you didn’t gave much attention to it since you’re in a metro which is crowded and your hands are full with one hand you’re holding shopping bag and other your phone

• maybe someone hand just touched me mistakenly you think as you cool down your temper enjoying the music *

After some seconds again you get touched and feel suspicious , your heart beat increase you couldn’t move because it’s too crowded so you hold your phone raising it front of to see reflection of who is behind you on the phone’s screen
And as you raise it up you see a tall college age 23 boy standing right behind you and we both catch eye in the reflection for few seconds until you put it down and try to forget this and get lost in your music again thinking he’s just a boy maybe it was just fun since he’s never seen a busty women like you and you’ve caught him this time so he’ll not do it again since he knows you’ve seen him as you raise the volume again
Story starts You get jumpscared as i gropes your right buttock You’re wearing a green kurta and dark green leggings and a dupatta covering your deep neck kurta which hiding your cleavage
As you try to move forward but get thrown backwards because of so much congestion in our compartment And I started to squeeze it with my rough palm you can feel it
You try to resist as you hit me with your elbow in my stomach since you’re hands are full you couldn’t do anything else Soon the gate opens people rushes inside pushing the people inside and you again get pushed on to me and i feel your ass perfctly my crotch area rubbing your ass as the metro shakes on turn And i loose grip on your ass carrying it forward to your right and resting it on thighs caressing it slowly slowly with my righthand squeezing it and feeling the fabric above your thighs In my tight grip No one could notice or see it since my hand is beneath your kurta and ofcourse metro is crowded a blessing for me Moving it up as you also elevate with my movement until i reach your vagina Rubbing my fingers up and down up and down slowly…….
So this is my Roleplay idea for a married milf ( working or housewife) and a boy in metro who seduces , humiliates , dominate her in public place leading to fucking her like a beast in public toiet and story goes on as she cheats with him on her husband
Characters are 18+ in this Roleplay It can be in hindi or english both

Yes you heard me right. 👊 I'll have you know that my wife is currently seeing an older gentleman 👨‍🦳 (we are in a semi-open marriage on her part ♥️) who, let's say, is rubbing shoulders with some ✨ very important ✨ people. One phone call 🤙 and you are done ✅ and gone 💀, capiche? I command you to stop cyberbullying Mr. Coolaid G-string and delete all posts making fun him! Disobey and you'll have me and my wife's boyfriend on 👏 yo 👏 ass 👏 !
have a nice weekend

It has never occurred to me until now, how much I rely on you to get through the day. Now that you are away, l am tragically lost.
I'm standing in the middle of a road at midnight. lt's cold... dark..raining..and the fog is rolling in. The fog is so thick, I can barely see my own hand in front of my face. I'm searching for you. Calling for you. I scream your name only to be answered by deafening silence as I blindly stumble around in the drizzling rain. I become filled with dread and suddenly stop. I stand there as a deer in headlights. Frozen in the middle of the road, soaked from head toe in misery because I have somehow lost a piece of me that made me whole. My knees buckle and I go to the ground. Holding myself. Trying to control myself. I scream. I cry. I call out again and again. Screaming your name as I fight back the terror of the realization that I am lost and alone without you. Panic sets in. My mind is racing. My heart in wrenched in unbearable pain. I want to die. But as I reach this pit of desperation for you, I here something. Its faint, barely audible. I listen. It's getting louder, increasing in volume as if it's getting closer. I realize what it is. It's the phone ringing.
I am suddenly snapped back into reality not quite sure of where I have just been but left feeling contaminated with the residue of absolute desperation and sadness.. "Hello.", I answer. And like a miracle sent from the universe it is your voice, "Can you hear me?". In that exact moment all of my fears and terrors retract back into the deep dark crevices from where they first protruded and I am able to sigh in relief as I realize it's you. The current desperation fades almost as quick as it came.
And I'm safe, I'm home. You my love are home to me.

James “JP” Grealis, a joinecarpenter from Achill Island, County Mayo, had been living in the Netherlands, at the time of his disappearance, im October 2008.
He was 24 when he went missing. Going by various articles, he had been living there since 2007, but finished work/got laid off on October 17th, 2008, and it has been said he was travelling from Eindhoven to Breda to seek more work.
He was still in touch with his family at the time, but after checking out of accommodation in Breda on 23rd October in 2008, he hasn’t been seen or heard of since.
Prior to living in the Netherlands, he had lived in the UK. The fact that he hasn’t made contact with his family or friends since October of that year, when up until that point, he had kept in contact with them, was out or character.
The family have put out various appeals over the years, have also hired a private investigator, without any progress as to his whereabouts.
One of the articles suggested that he had had a bit of a drink problem, with a couple of examples of him being stopped by the police – no idea how true this is.
There was further speculation at the time of his disappearance he had been potentially planning on coming back to Ireland.
https://thesuitcasedetective.medium.com/james-patrick-grealis-missing-person-7b8ca4b067e5
Sisters of missing James Patrick Grealis make moving Dutch TV appeal to find brother
https://www.irishtimes.com/news/reward-offered-for-information-on-missing-irishman-1.638326
https://www.mayonews.ie/news/14889-family-of-missing-achill-man-will-not-give-up