Inuit house crossword clue

I’m a simple guy. I work, pay bills, run errands, and enjoy my hobbies. Growing up, life was always envisioned as becoming highly educated, married, a nice house, children - the whole white picket fence story.
Life never goes the way one might think, especially when you grew up trying to please everyone but yourself. The past few years, I’ve worked on myself - lost 70lbs, cooking for myself, learning to say no, and indulging in the little things in life that brings me joy.
I believe I’m finally in a place where I’m happy with the way things are, except for one thing. I’ve always put romance on the back burner. While I know I have a lot of love to give, I lacked confidence and was always insecure about my weight. I’m down to 155lbs from 225lbs (thanks Keto!) and it feels amazing to not be uncomfortable in my own skin. I’m still aiming to lose 10lbs more before my trip to Disney Springs (there won’t be any dieting on vacation). It may sound like a low weight for a guy, but I’m not all that tall at 5’6”.
I come from a close-knit family, and my friends are basically my second family. This is a part of the Caribbean lifestyle. Yes, I live in the Caribbean. Location doesn’t matter when getting to know one another, and LDR isn’t a problem, but if things progress then living apart isn’t something I want. Of course there’s no rush, and I don’t expect either of us to pick up our lives and move without a proper meeting(s) and seeing how well we mesh in person. As I will be in Florida on vacation, it would be great to get some dating experience if the opportunity arises. I’ve been out of the dating scene for over 10 years and have no clue what I should be doing. Maybe dinner and a movie? Exploring Disney? Maybe that’s all too old-fashioned? I’m open to suggestions!
In terms of communication, I would like to stick to messages at first before voice chatting. I am an introvert and social anxiety bares it’s head every now and then, but I’ve also worked on both of those things during my weight loss journey. We can message on Reddit at first then move to Discord if it’s more convenient as it’s my main messaging app. I’m not big on social media, so no Snapchat or Instagram, but that’s my personal preference as I’m a fairly private person.
As I’ve mentioned Discord, I will say now that I’m a nerdy guy. Video games, Marvel, DC, Anime, Technology, etc. are all interests of mine. While I would love to have someone who shares interest in all of these things, it’s definitely not required. I consider myself well-versed in many subject matters, and my personality allows me to fit into various social groups. I can separate my hobbies from life in general. Of course, if you’re into any of these things, it would be awesome, but again, it’s not required.
I also enjoy building model kits, cooking, baking, making ice cream, and working with my hands. I know my profile lacks food pics, but I promise I have tons of pics of things I’ve made that are all Keto friendly and look delicious. There’s also things that I’ve baked for family and friends too. One hobby that I would like to get into more is traveling. I’ve only been to a few places outside the Caribbean, and I’m hoping to travel more in the future. Hence, why I’m taking a vacation as it’s been over 3 years since my last trip.
I grew up in a strict Christian home, but I don’t consider myself to have any specific religious affiliation. I left that lifestyle behind after high school and while there are some values I still hold true, I don’t discriminate against anyone or push those values on others. I am monogamous, respectful, and a listener. I don’t have a problem with any religious affiliation once it’s not pushed onto me.
In truth, I’m not sure what I expect from this post. I’ve lurked on R4R for some time and have messaged a few people that caught my interest, but nothing came of it. I guess while I’m happier in life now, the loneliness has become more apparent and led me here. Meeting up to chill at Disney isn’t a requirement to send a message. It’s just a hopeful idea. I’ll be happy just to hear from anyone whose interest I gathered.
As appearances matter for many people, I don’t mind sharing a picture of myself upon request. I’m just not comfortable posting it in this message. If you do request a photo, I ask that you respond in kind with your photo as well.
Side Note: To all the guys who have messaged me wishing I was a woman, I’ve had a good laugh and appreciate the compliments.

I’m a simple guy. I work, pay bills, run errands, and enjoy my hobbies. Growing up, life was always envisioned as becoming highly educated, married, a nice house, children - the whole white picket fence story.
Life never goes the way one might think, especially when you grew up trying to please everyone but yourself. The past few years, I’ve worked on myself - lost 70lbs, cooking for myself, learning to say no, and indulging in the little things in life that brings me joy.
I believe I’m finally in a place where I’m happy with the way things are, except for one thing. I’ve always put romance on the back burner. While I know I have a lot of love to give, I lacked confidence and was always insecure about my weight. I’m down to 155lbs from 225lbs (thanks Keto!) and it feels amazing to not be uncomfortable in my own skin. I’m still aiming to lose 10lbs more before my trip to Disney Springs (there won’t be any dieting on vacation). It may sound like a low weight for a guy, but I’m not all that tall at 5’6”.
I come from a close-knit family, and my friends are basically my second family. This is a part of the Caribbean lifestyle. Yes, I live in the Caribbean. Location doesn’t matter when getting to know one another, and LDR isn’t a problem, but if things progress then living apart isn’t something I want. Of course there’s no rush, and I don’t expect either of us to pick up our lives and move without a proper meeting(s) and seeing how well we mesh in person. As I will be in Florida on vacation, it would be great to get some dating experience if the opportunity arises. I’ve been out of the dating scene for over 10 years and have no clue what I should be doing. Maybe dinner and a movie? Exploring Disney? Maybe that’s all too old-fashioned? I’m open to suggestions!
In terms of communication, I would like to stick to messages at first before voice chatting. I am an introvert and social anxiety bares it’s head every now and then, but I’ve also worked on both of those things during my weight loss journey. We can message on Reddit at first then move to Discord if it’s more convenient as it’s my main messaging app. I’m not big on social media, so no Snapchat or Instagram, but that’s my personal preference as I’m a fairly private person.
As I’ve mentioned Discord, I will say now that I’m a nerdy guy. Video games, Marvel, DC, Anime, Technology, etc. are all interests of mine. While I would love to have someone who shares interest in all of these things, it’s definitely not required. I consider myself well-versed in many subject matters, and my personality allows me to fit into various social groups. I can separate my hobbies from life in general. Of course, if you’re into any of these things, it would be awesome, but again, it’s not required.
I also enjoy building model kits, cooking, baking, making ice cream, and working with my hands. I know my profile lacks food pics, but I promise I have tons of pics of things I’ve made that are all Keto friendly and look delicious. There’s also things that I’ve baked for family and friends too. One hobby that I would like to get into more is traveling. I’ve only been to a few places outside the Caribbean, and I’m hoping to travel more in the future. Hence, why I’m taking a vacation as it’s been over 3 years since my last trip.
I grew up in a strict Christian home, but I don’t consider myself to have any specific religious affiliation. I left that lifestyle behind after high school and while there are some values I still hold true, I don’t discriminate against anyone or push those values on others. I am monogamous, respectful, and a listener. I don’t have a problem with any religious affiliation once it’s not pushed onto me.
In truth, I’m not sure what I expect from this post. I’ve lurked on R4R for some time and have messaged a few people that caught my interest, but nothing came of it. I guess while I’m happier in life now, the loneliness has become more apparent and led me here. Meeting up to chill at Disney isn’t a requirement to send a message. It’s just a hopeful idea. I’ll be happy just to hear from anyone whose interest I gathered.
As appearances matter for many people, I don’t mind sharing a picture of myself upon request. I’m just not comfortable posting it in this message. If you do request a photo, I ask that you respond in kind with your photo as well.
Side Note: To all the guys who have messaged me wishing I was a woman, I’ve had a good laugh and appreciate the compliments.

With all the downers here, I just wanted to share the following.
I just bought my house a month ago. It is brand new construction.
I got a high paying job in January with a great company and a nice title.
I got happily married 3 years ago.
My cat is nice and snuggable.
I drive a car that I deem cool and makes me happy.
I go to nice restaurants every weekend
I am 39 and 5 years ago I didn't have any of this.
If you are younger, broke and without a clue of your future, my best advice is to just look who you want to be and get a plan. Things will work out.

When I was very young, my father was an alcoholic. He got sober when I was very young but I remember staying at grandma's house a lot and picking daddy up from jail.
I was restlessly bullied in grade and middle school, as well as the beginning of high school. I had a plan to kill myself, but one person who was a true friend at the time told the school counselor and I got the help I needed.
I began to separate myself from the bullies and made new friends. I smoked a lot of weed and drank a lot of alcohol. I woke up to a "friend" having sex with my unconscious body. his girlfriend found out and I became a slut and a homewrecker. I began experiencing panic attacks, often.
After high school I had no clue what I wanted to do so I attended community college and got a general associate degree in arts and sciences. I decided to party a lot and made the decision to move 12 hours from home at age 22.
I was still into drugs to cope. My neighbor sexually assaulted me and locked me in his apartment until he forced me out after forcing himself on me. I told my male roommate what happened and he was ready to kill him but I decided to pursue a protection order instead. At that time in that state, because I didn't reside in his apartment, they couldn't do anything to help me. I avoided him and tried to break my lease so no avail. I came home from work one night and found my rapist sitting at my kitchen table with my roommate standing over him. My roommate told me to go to my room and lock the door and call 911. I heard commotion, I peaked out my door while on the phone with 911 and saw blood everywhere. Once police and ambulance arrived I learned my rapist broke in and was waiting for me to get home but my roommate beat me there. He assaulted my roommate. My roommate was okay and rapist got arrested.
After that event, I moved in with my boyfriend because I was terrified to go home. My then boyfriend was very sick. I didn't know until I witnessed it. He had schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder. He became extremely abusive. He threatened death to me, once locked me in a room for 3 days, pointed a gun at me, pulled the trigger anf then laughed when I flinchdd because it wasn't loaded. I finally had enough, told him I was leaving, we fought. I asked to go smoke a cigarette. He told me it's cold and to smoke inside. I went to grab a cigarette when I heard a blast. I look And he shot himself through the heart. The rest is a blur, I spent hours being questioned by police and ultimately released. I was so messed up and began using opiates and heroin to numb the pain.
I got in a relationship with another heroin addict. I got sick of living that way and went to rehab half dead. My ex refused to get help so we broke up. I went back to college to get a bachelor's degree in social work. I found out a year after our breakup that my ex killed himself.
I completed college and graduated Suma Cum Laude with perfect grades. I got a job helping domestic violence victims. After covid Iost that job. I ended up moving and finding a new relationship. I got a job in the mental health hospital.
One night on the last leg of my 12 hour shift, I began experiencing excruciating pain, couldn't stand up straight and kept tripping over my feet. I went home thinking I was just exhausted. Only the next morning, I couldn't walk at all. I was hospitalized and diagnosed with a degenerative neurological autoimmune condition that has left me permanently disabled on the right side of my body and I now use a crutch or crutches to walk. I found a wonderful job in my field that has literally saved my life.
I'm only 34 years old. If anyone who knows me reads this, they'll know who I am and I don't care. This is my story. If you read this far, thank you. I just needed to share my life story.

For context, I took a $24k loan from my own 401k to supplement whatever cash I had on hand to make 20% down on a house back in early 2021 (got in right before the housing frenzy reached a peak, got a great interest rate and overall cost on the house).
401k loan was 4.25% over 10yrs, figured it wasn't a big deal as the interest went into my pocket anyway.
I was paying about $200 a month from paycheck distributions, however, I got laid off around July 2022. This meant no more paycheck distributions and the loan becomes immediately due. Well not quite immediate, thanks to a bill passed in 2017, the loan amount is due this year when I file taxes.
I have the cash to pay this off, but now I can't figure out WHERE I deposit this lump sum that I owe (around 17K). Note that since I got laid off, I cannot make any more deposits to my old 401k. I plan on rolling this over once I figure out everything else.
I do have a new 401k through Vanguard with my new employer, and also an IRA that I manage through Vanguard separately. Should I just deposit the 17K into my new employer-managed 401k or my own IRA? Really don't want to get hit with the IRS penalties if this doesn't go through properly. No clue how this works, and searching online for this exact question didn't yield any results.
Also - lesson learned: definitely not messing with borrowing from my 401k again.
Any help is appreciated!

Once I turn 18, my parents are going to evict me from our house if I don’t pay them $500 monthly for rent. So at that point, I’ll need a job. I do have about 2 years left until this happens, but I want working experience so I’m not thrust out into the world with no clue how jobs work.
My job market is severely limited, though. Depression, anxiety, ADHD, autism, and an addiction impact my abilities to focus on work and socialize with strangers. Ideally, I would have an accommodative work environment. Calmness and flexibility are very important to me, too. But it seems impossible to find a “beginner” job that would allow that; areas like fast food and retail are very social and high-paced, and seem really stressful.
What are options for part-time jobs that would play to my strengths?

I (34f) used a Moneybox cash LISA to buy a property a bit over a year and it has sat empty ever since.
I am not working and not likely to be working any time soon, as I care for a relative. I have basically nothing in my private pension from previous jobs, though carer's allowance at least means my NI contributions are being paid.
My spouse earns a good salary, and we have got a 6 month emergency fund, as well as life insurance for him (looking into income protection insurance). I was looking into how best to keep our savings now (we've both got maxed out Barclays Rainy Day savers but anything beyond that is in an old account with almost no interest) and was reminded that LISAs can be used for long term saving as well as FTB house purchases.
Would it make sense for me to max out my LISA before the tax year ends? It would leave us closer to the edge of our emergency fund and I worry about big expenses as I'm still new to home ownership, but I am also stressed about my lack of retirement savings.
If I do use my LISA, should I switch to a stocks and shares one or stick with the Moneybox, which seems to be the best rate for a cash one at the moment. I've read things saying that S&S are a better choice if it's long term, but I having got the first clue about investing and find the whole thing very daunting. There's so many different options and I do struggle a lot with making decisions when there isn't an obviously right one.
Any advice?

finally got around to binge watching season 4. was picking out clues and foreshadows to get a hint on the ending direction, as you do. one "clue" sticks out to me the most having finished the show. I was convinced that the dildo box was the most 5head 300iq hiding spot for some dodgy cult shit. like what kind of sane human being is going to rummage through a granny dildo box looking for hidden false bottoms, right?
THAT'S WHAT WE DID, we rummaged through this dildo box of a show analysing every scene and piece of dialogue only to be slapped by this said dildo across the face and be told "see it's just a dildo mate, what did you think it was gonna be, idiot?" at the end. why was this whole show littered with dildo boxes all throughout the seasons???
i refuse to believe that this was the idea for the show from day 1. they fucked us. they got sued, writers left or were fired and a whole season or maybe even two were shaved off (it was said that they planned on 5or6 seasons quite early on, im not making this up right?).
also just a remark about the in universe super natural gimmick. so the god is a bitch ass who for what ever reason made leanne a voodoo xman and got butthurt that an abused kid with a dead family wanted a real, normal family who loved her not cultists who flagellated themselves and carved out each others eyes. so he had a temper tantrum hissy, fit and was gonna end the world unless leanne kills her self. epic story.
also also, i love how for 4 season the house was slowly cracking and rotting as if foreshadowing that the ground was gonna swallow it whole by the end but instead fuck you it just burns down. wow MNS, now that's a twist. the twist being that the entire show is a red herring and things just happen because. would you even lose much of the plot if you just watched season 1 and the last 2 episodes? i wonder what is the minimum amount of episodes you can cherry pick to watch from across the 4 seasons and still get the same effect. 100% you can edit the whole show into a movie no problem. probably would be better with what the story turned out to be

I’m nothing special. I’m lazy, and damn it, I’m happy being lazy. I feel bad about it a lot, but not quite bad enough to actually change. It’s kind of a problem. My spouse has me going to therapy and everything.
I thought I had big dreams. I talked big in high school. I’d get into filmmaking, and use my art to change the world. I was an ass about it too. Scoffing at anyone who didn’t have big ambitions. But then I got to college (on my parents dime) and… something just broke. More likely, it had always been broken, and now that I was out on my own it just finally came to the surface. I don’t know. I didn’t last two years in film school.
One of my classmates writes for tv and has her own IMDB page now. That’s what I was up against. And Christ… I didn’t have the energy, creativity, or passion that those people had. I don't want to have no steady structure to my life. Film sets operate at all hours, anywhere in the world. It’s insanely competitive, and who the fuck has the energy to deal with that shit?
I spiraled into depression. Arguably I found my way out again, but a lot of the world tells me otherwise. I work a dead end job at a movie theater chain, mostly as a cleaner. I’ve worked there for five years now. If I wanted, I could theoretically learn all I could, and break into management, or learn to be a projectionist, so I could make more money and possibly advance. But I don’t have the focus, or the drive. I left myself a reminder on my phone to look into job advancement two years ago. It still pops up every Friday.
That’s how it’s been for most of my adult life. There are ways I could improve. Things I could do. I could be more wealthy. Not by much, mind you. But still. I just don’t care enough. I can barely bring myself to care about the simple job I have now.
Honestly, it’s a miracle that someone fell in love with me, let alone someone as amazing as my spouse. They do have ambition. It’s not self-centered capitalist passion either, like getting famous, or making lots of money. They want to help people. They’re a social worker. They get paid pennies to deal with people at their absolute worst. Some of the people they serve wouldn’t even be there if the courts hadn’t ordered it for their criminal behavior. In just five years, I’ve watched their passion drain, as that selfless job kicked the ever loving shit out of them. And here’s me. Too fucking lazy to pick up the slack so that maybe they can take a shorter shift or a smaller client base.
I plan to. I always plan to. But then we got stuck. Something crazy happened. They got pregnant. Suddenly we couldn’t afford for me to leave my shit job to find another, because we needed healthcare coverage. Our daughter was born two months ago now. That shit does weird things to you. I may be a lazy pos, but I am going to care for this baby as best I can. I don’t even know why. Sure she’s cute, but she screams a lot, she's always hungry, she poops, pees, and vomits on me, and she’s completely upended my life. These things are typically traits that would make me despise other human beings. But with baby Lina? I’m all “daaawww look at you.” Then I start crying and yelling about how much I love this baby. I swear, babies are pure evil, with their insidious cuteness and ability to fill us with “parent” hormones.
But why am I mentioning all this? Why should any of you people care about a boring, lazy pos like me? You shouldn’t really. I just wanted to illustrate to all of you that I’m utterly inconsequential. Useless. There’s nothing special about me, and I’m fucking fine with that. I will find the most amount of money, for the least amount of effort, that will give me enough time to blow on reading, movies, and video games. That’s all I aspire to really. That only changed slightly to accommodate my daughter. So now you have an idea. I'm nothing. One of those beings whose only a step above a societal parasite (except being a parasite makes you a billionaire these days).
And yet? I set the neighbor's dog on fire.
I didn’t do it on purpose. Not really anyway. I think I did it with my freaking mind. It seemed to come out of my fingers. I don’t know. I made fire, and it reduced this big angry mastiff to nothing but ash in a few short seconds. Bones, claws, fur, all of it just disintegrated, then the wind blew the ash away.
I sat there, one hand on Lina’s stroller, the other raised towards where the charging dog had been, my eyes wide with shock and my jaw at my feet. I blinked a few times. Trying to make sense of things.
I tried running through how the hell I reached this point. I was taking Lina for a walk in her stroller, I saw that big jackass dog (I think it’s name was Roofus) who had somehow escaped his yard (for the umpteenth time), and he had come bounding at my daughter and I as fast as his fat doggy legs could carry him. My brain had only just processed that the big, aggressive dog was out again, when it finally clicked that it was bounding towards me and my baby girl. That thing had nipped me in the past, but I never pressed charges. Why should I bother? But now I wish I had. Now it could hurt my baby. Shit. Why didn’t I confront our neighbor? I have to stop it! I thought.
I got between the approaching dog and Lina’s stroller. I raised my hand to do… something. I think I was hoping the dog would slow down. It didn’t. And then… there was a flash of weird yellow light. The dog didn’t have time to make a sound of pain or surprise. It just dissolved in a superheated ball of flames.
I lowered my hand, trying to make sense of it as the ash blew into the wind. I glanced down at Lina. She smiled up at me, and she even laughed. That was the first time I’d ever seen her laugh. I just kind of blinked.
“Ron! Hey Ron!” Someone was running towards me. I kept staring at Lina for a second before it registered. It was Harold. The white trashy dude who owned Roofus and refused to tie him up (while also refusing to either fix his fence or keep a closer eye on his big aggressive dog). You see that flash, man?” It wasn't even noon, and I could already smell the alcohol (despite the stench of burnt fur).
“Uh… yeah.”
“You know what the fuck that was?”
“Uh… no.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Shit. You seen my ‘dawg?’ Roofus done broke the fence again.”
“… no.” That absolutely was a lie.
“Damn, man. What’s that smell?”
“I… smells like a burning animal.” That one wasn’t a lie either.
“Sheeet. Look at the grass here!” He pointed at the spot where his big angry dog had vanished. There was a circle of scorched black grass.
Oh shit. I fucked up miss Peasley’s lawn went my idiot brain. “Huh,” my mouth said.
“Prolly a squirrel blew up on the power line. Ha! That bitch Peasley is gonna be pissed.”
Ugh. You’re such a douche, Harold. Holy crap I blew up your dog. Or did I? Maybe he’s right and it was an electrical line?
“Lemme know if you see Roofus!” Harold went on his way, leaving me utterly bewildered. What could I do? After standing there, terrified, for another minute, I took Lina home and ended up spending the rest of the morning desperately trying to coax her to eat while she screamed at me.
So yeah. I can apparently blow up dogs with my hands. No fucking clue how I did it. That happened a week ago. Miss Peasley got the HOA to contact electricians to check the power lines. They didn’t find any damage, but nobody else could figure out what had scorched Peasley’s lawn. The prevailing theory is Harold’s. An animal got scorched by the power lines and fell on her lawn. So they replaced those lines.
Apparently I’m the only one who knows that Harold’s dog blew up. Nobody else saw a thing. I would feel worse, but Harold managed to be a misogynistic prick even while he was sadly putting up ‘missing dog’ posters (dude was muttering about some teenage girl's shorts, like it was any of his business). And Roofus wasn’t a friendly dog. There were lots of stories about him terrorizing the neighborhood. Harold had even been charged over it.
All the same… I think I fucking blew up a dog and I keep having nightmares about it. I love dogs. I can’t afford to care for one, but Christ, I don’t want to blow one up! How the fuck did I even do that?
I’ve spent the week repeating over and over that it didn’t happen. Even if it did, it couldn’t have been me. Something else blew up the dog. Maybe Peasley secretly planted a land mine? She’s an eighty year old lady, so it’s unlikely… but it has to be more likely than me throwing fire at a dog that disintegrated it, right?
I was almost convinced, then I blew something else up. A little vase. It had housed an orchid at one time, but we’d both failed to keep the poor thing alive. We had yet to throw it away. I had set Lina in her bassinet, and dragged it into the kitchen where I could watch it while I tried to do a few chores. My cat, Sabrina, decided to get the zoomies and started bolting through the house. Eventually, she found herself leaping on top of the kitchen counters while I yelled at her to stop. I startled her, mid run. She lurched. She hit that vase with the dead plant in it.
I panicked. I was utterly convinced that the vase was about to fly straight into the bassinet and give my baby a concussion or worse. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near it, I thought to myself ‘I have to stop it!’ And when I thought that? The fire came back, scorched the little pot, and shattered it into a billion little pieces which clattered to the floor. Only then did it occur to me that Lina’s bassinet was nowhere near any of the counters, much less right next to the falling vase. I tried telling myself that the cat just knocked the vase down. But I fucking saw it happen. I saw the fireball shatter the vase long before it hit the floor. Honestly, I should be glad I didn’t blow up the cat.
Something really fucking weird is going on. I tried setting other things on fire. Nothing works. No matter how hard I “focus” or “concentrate.”
It only seems to happen when I think Lina is in danger. Do parents get superpowers I don’t know about? Is Lina doing this? She’s been weirdly chipper every time it happens. Furthermore, I keep noticing weird shit about her. I swear her eyes changed color. And not just in that ‘newborn baby growing up’ kind of way. It was like a flash of yellow that happened while I was trying to play peekaboo. She hadn’t really reacted to the game, so I figured she wasn’t old enough to register. But I tried one more time, and when I moved my hands, for a second? She had freaking yellow lizard eyes. But the moment passed and they were back to that baby blue. She just giggled up at me, cute as a button. Then she spit up a third of the formula I spent the last hour feeding her. Stuff smelled like pure gasoline.
Somehow? I was still trying to tell myself it was all in my head. The fires were some weird coincidence. Lina had a tummy ache or something that made her spit-up smell weird, and everything else was just in my imagination. I definitely didn’t see Lina floating an inch or so above her sleeping pad. My spouse, Chris, definitely didn’t hear me growling like a monster in my sleep. I definitely didn’t accidentally set fire to the diaper pail. And of course, the disappearance of Roofus, had nothing to do with me.
But then Chris dropped a bomb on me. I was once again struggling to feed our daughter one evening. She just wanted nothing to do with the bottle. Chris never seems to have trouble feeding her, with a bottle or nursing. For some reason? Lina just didn’t want to accept a bottle from me. I was frustrated. Chris saw it on my face.
“Hold on, Ron. There’s… there’s a weird trick I’ve been using. It started by accident. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because… well… It's insane. And gross. But… It works. I use it in bottles and with nursing. And I never got to add it to the formula pitcher you're using. So you may as well know…” they looked very conflicted. Scared even.
“Chris. What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Chris swallowed nervously, then gathered their courage.
“Here. Let me see her bottle.” Confused, and weirdly intrigued, I handed it over, trying to ignore Lina’s angry wailing. Chris took it and turned around, hiding whatever they were doing. I heard them unscrew the bottle, then briefly hiss in pain, and a few seconds later, they screwed the lid back on, turned around, and handed it back. “Okay. Try feeding her now.”
I cocked an eyebrow, and glanced down at my daughter, who glared up at me (adorably). Cautiously, I offered her the nipple of the bottle. She fussed a bit at first, but then she tasted the liquid. She latched right on and happily began chugging away. I’ve never had her feed so easily with me. “Okay. What the heck did you do? She hardly ever eats this well for me.”
I glanced at Chris. They looked conflicted, and a little pale. They didn’t say a word. They just held up their left hand, and showed me a bleeding cut they had on their palm.
“I… you cut yourself?” I had no idea what they were implying.
“Blood, Ron. I added my blood.”
“You…” it took me a second. Finally my brain caught up. “You’ve been feeding her your blood?” I felt my mouth go dry and my face go pale. I struggled just to ask the question.
“Just adding a bit to the pitcher is usually enough.”
“I… what about nursing?”
They raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you seen my nipples lately?”
Suddenly the empty cases of nip guards and nipple cream made a lot more sense to me.
“How… did you figure it out?” I wondered.
“By mistake. It was when you went to get us food. I was having trouble getting her to latch at first, remember? But then, she started sucking on my finger. Cried when I pulled away. When she stopped I saw I had a cut. She was sucking on my cut.”
“Oh my god,” I said, as I combined my experiences with Chris’s in my head.
I think my spouse misinterpreted my reaction. They seemed to break down in tears, begging me for forgiveness.
“I know it’s fucked up! I didn’t know what to do! She wouldn’t eat unless I added a bit of blood! Please tell me you understand!”
I looked into their pretty blue eyes. The ones I felt so lucky to have fallen for. I was inwardly freaking out myself. All I managed to sputter out was “I think I blew up the neighbor’s dog.” We had a looong conversation after that.
So Chris and I are all caught up with each other. We’re on the same page. There’s definitely some really weird shit going on in our house, but fucked if we know what any of it is. I decided to see if anyone here had some ideas. Neither of us really want to contact the church. But hell. We’re getting desperate. Lina just keeps growing. What will she want when she starts eating solids?

I was raised by a single mother whose behavior grew odder over the years. I never doubted that she loved me, but I could tell she was changing. A couple of months after my 13th birthday she began appearing more sluggish. Falling asleep on the couch often, making confusing statements, and being generally groggy. Simultaneously she became more forgetful, asking about friends I hadn't talked to in years and being unable to remember my interests. My mom was fairly young so I didn't understand why she was losing her memory so fast. Whenever I questioned it she would get defensive, saying that I was the one who was out of sorts.
At one point she even berated me after I told her that I was getting worried. Naturally, our relationship soured as her negative behaviors outweighed her positive ones. It hurt to watch, especially because I could sense how hard my growing distance was impacting her. I even blamed myself for her state to an extent, which I realize now I should have never done. One thing remained good though, she was great at making butterfly pea tea. She would prepare it for me every morning and afternoon once I was home from school. It was a sapphire blue color that turned into a light purple when something acidic was added. It was simple but it always hit the spot. It helped that blue was my favorite color, so it was aesthetically comforting as well. Outside of the previously mentioned struggles with her, I lived a happy life. I got good greats and had reliable friends. It was mostly smooth sailing until the incident that changed my life.
I was fast asleep when I felt my bed-sheet get swiftly torn off me. Naturally, I realized it was my mom since no one else lived with us.
“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked in response. She gave no reaction apart from a strange high-pitched gasp. Not knowing what to say I sleepily rolled towards the electric clock. The numbers appeared as a reddish blur until I opened my crust-coated lids. Letting out a small irritated breath once the mucus cracked. I wiped the substance off and refocused on the time, finding that it was only 2:00 AM. I pushed myself up and reached for the lamp when my wrist was gripped tightly. I groaned with annoyance, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, you're starting to freak me out, seriously what’s going on?!” I spoke with as much defiance as I could muster at that hour. My mom remained silent, stepping forward with a notable thud. Her grip grew stronger, which made me start to panic. She'd had moments where she seemed out of it before, but it never got physical. She gave a wet cough before finally speaking.
“You forgot to wash your face, you always remember to do that, what went wrong?” she questioned sternly. I scrunched up my face, she’d gotten up at four in the morning just to berate him about skincare?
“I was tired, I just brushed my teeth to be done with the day.” I felt my justification was sound but my mom practically barked her response.
“Dammit! I told you it needs to be applied once a day, now you'll have to use it two times to make up for this!” My heart skipped a beat, surprised at her volume and harshness. It made me wonder if she was upset about something else but was letting it out on me. She was getting particularly stressed from work around that time. My mom sighed and relinquished her grip. I rubbed my wrist, hoping she'd get through her outburst soon.
“Please get up,” she said softer than previously, taking a couple steps back. I obliged, getting out of bed. When my feet touched the ground, confusion wafted over me. my socks quickly dampened as I realized that liquid was seeping through the carpet.
“Hey did you spill something earlier?” I asked, stretching my arms.
“No, I didn't.” she started plainly.
“Oh, well I think I might have stepped in some type of liquid,” I motioned to the lamp, but she quickly pulled me into her arms by my shirt.
“Let’s not worry about that Blue Bird, same goes for the lamp, you don't need light right now, you'll have it soon,” she assured me with a hint of excitement, I squirmed out of her hug, accepting the odd rules she set in place, I didn't want to argue with her.
“Just follow me,” she patted me on the shoulder and held my hand as we walked out to the backyard. It was almost impossible to see anything in our home with the moon being the only source of light, I didn't have a clue about how she navigated the space without bumping into anything. Still, I remembered how our home was set up and could tell that we’d already passed the bathroom. My nerves heightened with each step, I had so many questions. Why were we going into the backyard when my face wash was inside? What did I step in? What was wrong with wanting the lamp on? Those questions rang strongly in my mind. Nothing felt right, things had felt off before but never quite wrong. The anxiety of the situation gave me an uncomfortable rush of energy, I couldn't sleep now if I wanted to. When the sliding door opened the humid air hit my body with an unrepresented strength, something my mother didn't pay any mind to. I continued to follow her, even though I was scared.
“Go ahead and sit on that chair.” she motioned to a green plastic kiddie chair that fit me despite its childish design. I went along with her instructions, seating myself. My mom appeared in front of me and I realized she was wearing something on her face. It had the shape and construction of a surgical mask but it was woven with dying flower stems and grass. Before I could say anything she picked up a mug off the ground to my right. She smelled it through the mask, lovingly holding it to my face. I observed the steam and realized the vapor had a bluish tint.
“Go ahead, drink it.” she smiled with especially groggy eyes. I would have described them as bloodshot if the veins running up her sclera weren't sapphire. I leaned away from her and the beverage. Hiding it as another stretch, pulling my arms above my head while yawning.
“Well isn't that wonderful! Keep your arms there, I’ll feed it to you, it'll be like when you were an adorable baby, drinking out of a bottle in my stroller!” she said gleefully with an uncharacteristic giggle. I was now thoroughly unnerved, putting my arms down and pushing away the drink.
“God, what’s going on with you! And why are you wearing that mask!” I yelled out getting up from the chair. My mom groaned at my attitude, putting the cup up to my face again as I attempted to walk off.
“Nothing is going on with me, don't worry! I just thought this mask looked nice. I made this nice cup of tea and it would warm my heart if my baby boy drank it! You're growing into such a handsome man and this will help your complexion!” her enthusiasm grew as she pushed the hot cup against my lips. I whined from the sizzling heat, pulling back.
“Why are you so insistent on this?!” I shouted with a growing sense of anger. I despised the way she was speaking to me. Whenever she used baby talk around me it was a set up for something manipulative. An example being when she used it to guilt me into sleeping in the same bed with her. Saying I owed her since I was her baby. Sure she apologized, but it wasn't the last time she would do something like that. I couldn't even buy her excuse that it would help with acne. I’d had the tea many times before with her and we both knew it was unhelpful in that regard.
“Because it needs to be done for your sake!” Her shoulder cracked loudly as she spoke in a deeper, raspier voice I didn't recognize. I took a couple of steps back, reaching into the pocket of my sweat pants before remembering my phone wasn't on me. I swore under my breath as I looked at my mother with concern. I took my hand out and she pounced on me, spilling a majority of the hot liquid onto my left arm. I screamed at the sensation of the steaming beverage hitting my flesh. She held me down tightly with both arms. Her eyes glistened with a holographic finish that lit up amid the night. I had never seen her like this. At this point I stopped caring about what made her act this way. Regardless of what was causing her behavior, it wouldn't justify her current actions. I squirmed beneath her, screaming at her to let go. I still couldn't bring myself to fight back, so I resorted to begging.
“Mom please stop! I’m sorry for every inconvenience I’ve caused! We can go get you help and make up, just please get off of me!” I pleaded whilst trying to push her away.
“You're the one who needs help here! You’ve been going through life as a husk for years now! It hurts my heart to watch you deteriorate like this and I can't let it go on!” she grabbed onto the sides of my head and slammed it against the ground. I cried out in pain. The pressure pounding in my skull began in the center and spread down to my teeth. The agony pulsated through me stronger than anything I’d felt before. My mom removed a hand and pulled out a sippy cup from the pocket in her pajama shorts. It too was filled with butterfly pea tea. Taking this as an opportunity, I pushed past the damage and bit her arm. I felt awful attacking her, but my fear surpassed my guilt. As uncomfortable as it was I sank my teeth in as far as I could. She let out a throaty gurgle in response to the attack. I attempted to crawl out from under her, using my legs to pull myself up across the grass. I moved frantically, praying I could keep up the momentum. She clutched my thin hips with her legs to keep me down. I continuously smacked the container away with my free arm while I squirmed, my back smashing against the ground in my attempts. My mom covered the cap of the cup and rolled her eyes, pushing her entire body onto mine. Covering my face as I screamed for help.
“STAY STILL!” she screeched as a viscous substance seeped through her mask. Directly pouring down my forehead, making me tremble from its cold. Before I could plan another move she shoved me to the side. My face, experiencing a burn from the grit and speed. She ran to me, kneeled down, and forced her fist into my mouth. I coughed and cried while she pulled on my tongue. I wiggled it but her grasp only hardened with each movement. Her sweaty skin overloaded my sense of taste. I kicked around but nothing deterred her, even when she was hit. I couldn't focus on anything but how much I hurt, none of what was happening made sense.
She frantically opened the sippy cup, pried my mouth open, and made me guzzle down the drink. It was boiling and I screamed in ways I didn't know I was capable of. My entire body bent in all directions as I looked into the eyes of the thing before me. The initial blue glow transitioned further into a shining violet every time a new drop was swallowed. I felt powerless in the arms of my mother, I couldn't understand why she was torturing me like this. What did I do? Was she always like this and I undermined the signs so I’d live with a greater sense of safety? I continued to sob once I’d finished the tea. The burning made it sting every time I breathed.
My mom stared at me and for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the parent I was used to. Underneath the murky cool layers, I saw a speck of guilt. A single leaf in an empty pond, rippling through the surrounding water no matter how small. My mother sighed with a hint of sorrow, closing her eyes. Once she did, my energy died out, my cries grew softer, my body grew limp, and the world blurred. I couldn't even conceive a cohesive thought by the time my body slumped to the ground. All I was left with was confusion and a trace of dread.
“I’m sorry for earlier” rang through my ears once I regained my sense of touch. I grabbed the ground tightly, despite the presence of grass I knew I wasn't in our backyard. This grass was far too damp to be the dry patch I last resided in. I slowly opened my eyes, fearing where I’d find myself. I expected to be shrouded in darkness, laying in a stuffy deep hole in the ground, but I was met with the contrary. A perfect blue sky, a bustling variety of greenery, and a fresh breeze. I took a sigh of relief, still confused at where I was but happy it didn't appear threatening. I glanced ahead, finding a cluster of my favorite flowers at my feet. The smell of Jasmine and Orchids was heavenly, sweeter than fresh vanilla cake. Though the pleasant scent re-instilled unease in me. All of this was far too good to be true, and I still had no idea where I was. Did my mother take me here? If so, why? Was she somewhere here or had she abandoned him? I sat up delving headfirst into the flowers, groaning with frustration. The petals were soft, and damp like the grass, the water on them cool against my face. In any other situation, this would be a dream, but it only made him more nervous. Something this perfect had to be a setup.
“Blue Bird!” my mother happily exclaimed, I lifted my head, finding her standing over me. She was now wearing a polka-dotted dark blue dress instead of her nightwear. I shuffled myself back from her, her pupils had vanished and her mask was wilting.
“Mom, you're scaring me, I don't get what's going on. What are we doing here?” I asked shakily, she sighed and knelt to make direct eye contact with me.
“We're in a special place, a lush land that‘s available to very few. You don't have to worry, I just brought you here to rid you of your emotional pain.” her answer only confused me further.
“Emotional pain? Mom, I'm fine, the only thing causing me emotional distress is what’s happening right now. This place is nice but you're freaking me out.” I attempted to get up but something grabbed my legs. I shrieked as two bright green vines wrapped around my limbs.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! GET THESE THINGS AWA-” I was cut off by a much thicker vine logging itself into my throat. My eyes once again welled up with tears while multiple tendrils clenched onto me. Every time I moved another one would grab hold and the present ones would tighten. Nevertheless I continued screaming.
“I'm sorry my child, there’s something I've avoided telling you. I feed off the life force of living things. Cats, pigeons, people, as long as they’re not close to their death bed I can consume them.” I didn't fully understand what she was saying, but it only made my fear increase.
“Every time I take something from someone, I take them here. I've avoided taking things from you since you're the most precious thing to me. But my sweet baby boy, I've gotten so, so hungry.” Her pitch dropped while developing a defined rasp. I winced further from the nickname.
“I've tried to live off others, but I couldn't resist you anymore when you're so readily available. You’re so full of life, it's been hard not to contain my urges.” she stroked my cheek, frowning at my devastation.
“If I don’t get the nutrients I need, I'll turn into an awful thing. A monster incapable of complex thought that does nothing but destroys.” There was now a vine holding down every joint in my skeletal system, down to my fingers. Multiple small ones had been twisting themselves around my stomach, now making me struggle to breathe.
“Blue Bird, I have given my life to raising you, so please understand you have to give something back to me.” she explained solemnly.
The woven mask snapped off, quickly unraveling the horrifying contents beneath it. My pupils shrunk to pin drops, my screams of agony lessening from shock. My mother’s entire jaw had been dislocated, hanging onto her face by a couple of fleshy threads. The inside of her mouth was a bright blue with scaly gums. Her murky entirely cerulean eyes watered as she began panting. She extended her tongue to an inhuman length, thick saliva rapidly dripping down it. I wanted to believe that she wasn't going to hurt me, through all this she was still my mother. Yet I couldn't convince myself of that. Not when I felt multiple vines move through my body, entering through my mouth, eyes, and nose.
I couldn't bear to look at the thing I once called mom any longer. My ears buzzed while my eardrums were compressed by an increasing number of tubes. Their weight was breaking down the layers of skin and muscle preventing entry into my skull. Every orifice I had was on fire from pressure, yet I could tell this was only the lead-up to a crescendo of pain. A sharp fang poked through the tip of her and stabbed itself into my forehead. It punctured my skin, dragging in a curve. I twitched from the spike circling around my skull, extending my gash. Blood dripped on every side of my head, stinging harsher once the wind's currents grew.
By this point, I’d rather be in a wood chipper than deal with the cascade of agony invading every part of me. The blue-eyed thing licked up the gore flowing down and I wondered how I’d managed to go this entire time without throwing up. Her tongue was akin to sandpaper slathered in chili oil. In a last-ditch attempt to gain some power over the situation, I bit down into the vine as hard as I could. Which only worsened things when a miniature yet equally as strong vine sprung from the one I bit and wrangled my teeth. Forcibly spreading my jaw open further, making room for more to be stuffed in. A couple of tiny ones even slid between my front teeth. Thankfully, no more came after since the goal of the plant had been reached. The dam between the organic tendrils and my brain broke open, allowing each one to set roots in the vital organ. Each crevice of my intellect was invaded by a slithering, rough, nature. The impact was too strong and my senses shut down once more. My struggling limbs stopped what little movement they were capable of. My breathing slowed, my screams fell silent, and my eyes closed with tears still laying behind them. I didn't even realize I was shutting down, it just happened.
I was unconscious for an amount of time I can’t measure but knew was long. When I awoke my body felt infinitely more hollow. A loud ringing permeated my ears as I slowly took breaths. My jaw ached, my throat was painfully dry, and I could feel how cracked my lips were. My body fought with itself to not pass out, desperately trying to hold together.
“It’ll be all better soon,” My mother comforted while grabbing a sharpened knife. I was laying on her bed, but there were towels in place of sheets. Once she pulled my shirt over my head, I started to panic again.
“No, stop,” I mumbled, barely recognizing my weakened muffled voice. She made a series of meticulous cuts on my torso. Once the wound was opened she would squeeze as much blood as possible out of it and bag it away. I looked down, further horrified by the fact my blood was blue.
“I know it hurts, but it’ll be worth it,” She calmly told me as I bled out. The process went on for hours, resulting in me being unable to sleep for days after. I didn't feel safe in my house anymore, I locked myself in my room more than ever. Joining the longest after-school programs and visiting my friend’s house whenever I got the chance. Something my closest friend noticed most, he asked me what was wrong, but I told him it was nothing. I didn't expect him to believe anything about what happened, and the event was too awful for me to bring up. Meanwhile, my mother kept telling me I had a bad dream and that I was just moody. I showed her the scars as evidence but she accused me of making them myself to make her look bad. The next few years were tumultuous and before I knew it the initial incident became one of many. Every year she’d do it more often than the last, and each time it would take longer for me to recover.
It got to the point where the mere sight of gardens would scare me. The scents of my once favorite flowers grew sour, I didn't want to touch butterfly pea tea, and eventually, I couldn't even handle consuming things that are blue. It took me a long time to write this, as I’ve cried at multiple points by recounting what happened. There is a long road to recovery for me, which is even harder since everyone I’ve opened up to has called me crazy, but I'm done letting these memories fester and consume my life. I'm more than the worst things that happened to me.

Someone recommended this person to me because I said I'm bad at saving money. So I thought they would help me save money for a house. So I met with her today for an hour. She told me that she works for an Aegon company. Which I had no clue what that was until I looked it up. Anyways in the entire conversation she did not say they are a life insurance company. I didn't find that out until I looked them up. She said I could open up an account with them and use it to save money? She made it look really good but from previous posts I've read it seems this is a scam? She was saying Walt Disney and McDonald's founders made a bunch of money from using a life insurance to super charge your money. I make 100 grand a year. From what I've read it seems like an IUL only benefits the wealthy. But she said that it benefits people like me but nobody knows it so that's why they are trying to get more people to realize they could be saving more money this way or whatever.
I am reading more on this topic but I would appreciate any advice. I don't have kids or anything and I'm 31 so I'm not interested in a life insurance policy and I already have a 401K and a Roth IRA. The main thing I need to do is save my money for a house within a couple years but this doesn't seem to be the best way to do so.

So I know very little about investing money. Someone recommended this person to me because I said I'm bad at saving money. So I thought they would help me save money for a house. So I met with her today for an hour. She told me that she works for an Aegon company. Which I had no clue what that was until I looked it up. Anyways in the entire conversation she did not say they are a life insurance company. I didn't find that out until I looked them up. She said I could open up an account with them and use it to save money? She made it look really good but from previous posts I've read it seems this is a scam? She was saying Walt Disney and McDonald's founders made a bunch of money from using a life insurance to super charge your money. I make 100 grand a year. From what I've read it seems like an IUL only benefits the wealthy. But she said that it benefits people like me but nobody knows it so that's why they are trying to get more people to realize they could be saving more money this way or whatever.
I am reading more on this topic but I would appreciate any advice. I don't have kids or anything and I'm 31 so I'm not interested in a life insurance policy and I already have a 401K and a Roth IRA. The main thing I need to do is save my money for a house within a couple years but this doesn't seem to be the best way to do so.

Hey! I am in a small "industrial building" we rent out. It basically is a converted workshop that had a bathroom and kitchen installed. It is on the same property as another house and shares a water meter. This is all to sat this place is a little awkward and feels kinda scummy.
Our fridge has been leaking water for a while, we put in a maintenance request, the maintenance guy came our after like a month and said the gasket was fucked. He said it couldn't be repaired and I was later called by another number that was saying we were getting a new fridge to replace a damaged one, from Lowes. I never got confirmation that they were connected but that's I guess able to be assumed I'd think. A week was in between the repair guy coming and the call. It has now been another 10 days and nothing has come of it.
I have called and emailed multiple people and most are not responding and the rest are saying "not my problem" or have no clue and refuse to direct us to someone who does.
The fridge is using excessive electricity in the meantime and running our bill. What can I do to push this issue to figure our what is going on. I have started submitting more maintenance requests.

Hello all. So let me tell you i am definitely a unique case on my own. I was an adopted child that grew up in a very emotional and mentally abusive household. How im still here even i don't know. Adopted at around 5 years old to them it was not easy. At all to grow up there. Having all your emotions and thoughts ignored and made to feel insignificant. Used as a scape goat for everything even if it wasnt my fault. Even (later on after finally moving out i found out about this) the fact that apparently i was double filed for, they got the money twice, and got away with it. Basically used as free money from the government. Bullied at home. In school, procrastinating all my homework to the point i nearly flunked out of senior year, hell even transferring to several schools and being forced to go to summer school. Any friendships or relationships i would try to have ruined by them through whatever manipulation tactics they did all because of their own self serving, narcissistic, abusive egos. The only happiness i ever had was my dog. He was my best friend in the whole world and i still hold his photo in my wallet. But i guess you could say i feel overly guilty like its somehow my fault even to this day even if it wasn't my fault. One day, one traumatizing day was all it took to completely shatter my heart to beyond dust. It was one of the last weeks of yet another summer school. My dog would have been around... 7? 14 in calculated to human years. But around 7 ish years old. I wake up in the morning. Hes fine, alive and in the living room and i forgot to say goodbye to him for the day. Yeah he still had his problem with his hip since the last accident he had and tore something bad in it. But he was still the best boy that i helped stay around since being a puppy. I go off to summer school. Then later on in the day, i get picked up. The journey back i cant remember at all. Either A it was the usual manipulation/abusive stuff as usual or it was dead silent. I had no clue. Upon opening the front door of the house and turning to the living room? Im still haunted by the sight of this every day... but i see him. Dead. On the floor. And on some sort of towel/blanket. It was like time itself as well as everything i was just shattered and turned into dust faster than thanos snapping his fingers. My best friend was gone forever. What makes it worse is not even about a week later they bring home some random dog and say thats the new one. I was not told. Again. This new dog... fully grown mind you. Was just brand new to me. Barely would even approach me in general and always go to and cower behind everyone else. So i was abandoned by the new dog before i could even recover from my own loss. Even after moving out that dog could still care less about me. 15+ years even after im moved out and gone im finally able to think long enough about what i saw there on the living room floor to come to the only conclusion that makes sense. He was put down to sleep. After i left that day. Because no animal would just die conveniently in the same place you last saw them, on some sort of towl or blanket, and just left there to rot all day untill someone got back with no before hand notice or even mention that they were gone. I feel like i should have been there to stop them from taking him. Like i could have helped him somehow. I never even got to properly say goodbye to them and i feel horrible for it. Like for some reason they were wondering where i was before they did die and i was no where around them. I just... i still feel awful to this day. And still grieve like they were just there the other day. I want to say goodbye and tell them its ok i will be fine and that they can go on ahead of me. But i can never get that opportunity.

I just read this Looper article about the ending of Servant, so I have some questions and would like to see what you all think. We all know Shyamalan has twists at the end of his films, and in this case, this show... Even if they are hard to follow and require much attention to detail to get a better understanding in the end (Ex. his movie "Old" or "The Village"). For me, I believe the ending with Julian was the monumental twist... And if you think about it, the twist actually makes a lot of sense. During the course of Servant, up until briefly in the end, Leanne basically saw Julian as a toy... In some respects I thought she was just having a hard time choosing between Tobe and Julian... But the clues are all there that it was a ploy from Leanne to get a drug addict (and recovering one) like Julian in vulnerable times to side with her and not believe Dorothy as much anymore. This became even more evident when even Sean himself was starting to side with Leanne, not as much as Julian of course (because well, you know, Julian and Leanne were sleeping together and technically in love)... But in the end we saw Julian was the last to pull away from Leanne because of these things. And this brings me to my next point, since Leanne knew how to manipulate Julian through his addiction and even a little outside of it, it would make sense why Officer Reyes was there in bigger moments during the show when the cops were called, because as she mentioned in the end to Julian... The Lesser Saints didn't just save Leanne, but Reyes as well... and Reyes also mentioned she was there during that overdose when the cops got called in the same conversation with Julian. To me, this is where Julian hits another rock bottom, realizing his attachment to Leanne and how she cared for him the "most" during the overdose... And because of this attachment, he takes Officer Reyes' words to heart, potentially pursuing her after the show is over and/or just seeing how the Lesser Saints could be there for him. And you also have to consider how Leanne pushed Julian down the stairs in the second to last episode, he would probably feel a lil more akin to The Lesser Saints because of her manipulation & the fact that Leanne & that group were basically enemies. Another thing I want to point out too, Reyes' realistically shouldn't have been at all of those police visits when they were called to The Turner residence... Philadelphia is an insanely big city, so Reyes' new should could have a foot in if shit hit the fan & thats maybe why she was at all those visits and why she came to Julian in the last scene when he was vulnerable again. I can't think of any other explanation for that scene than that, but what do you all think? I do feel that Leanne offed herself and the house because of Dorthy's well played "forgiveness" to her in the rain too, she also probably felt very cornered and see through as well, because with the info that the Turners have & police could find, she'd prob be in prison for life. But what do you think of Leanne's choices in the end as well? Anything different? We do know that now that technically Servant is over, there's going to be a follow up to the show, which M Night mentions on Instagram when some one commented saying they didn't want the show to be over... And I feel like this is where we'll see Julian changing, but im still interested to see where M Night might go with it.

Hellooo newish dm here
Been trying my hand at enemies and combat with my players and things been good, but i really been wanting to spice up things for my players with some uncommon tactics
I want to introduce enemies with unnatural weakness, very inspired in the aspect of fae and witches folklore, so while i can think on how to clue in stuff like "weakness to sunlight"(a somber house with a all windows cover up) "weakness to water" (an extremely dusty place, dry and unwashed blemishing skin)
I don't know how to clue in my PCs with more unlike weakness (they expressed big interest but i also worry about it being too hard to decipher) like i said i want something more folklorish to add to the mysterious aspect
Stuff like this for example:
"if you stab his shadow/footprints, he feels paint"
"throw seeds at it to distract them, they will count them"
"Feathers! But only those of a cardinal"
"Be kind to them no matter what"

*Shared from entitledparents because I was strongly encouraged to share to this group
Hi! I’ve never had a story to share on here but over the past few weeks I’ve dealt with so much drama from my In-Laws that I decided it was time.
Some backstory before I share the text messages that really make this great. PSA: This story is long because it contains messages but the drama is worth it.
This officially started because my GMIL really, really wanted to see my newborn son. My GMIL over the years has started to show signs of what I believe is dementia and doesn’t make the best judgments. I’ve also realized she can be emotionally manipulative, and has been way before she started to show signs of ‘not completely being there’. I won’t go in too much detail about this just trust me when I say she’s overall not a great person but still she’s my husband’s grandmother and I would have never done anything to upset her.
Now, after about two months my GMIL has really been pushing to see my son- both me and my husband were hesitant about this because she has been very sick recently. On top of that she has a history of being sick but not telling anyone that she is until after the fact ex. A family gathering.
When I was Hella pregnant we were invited to thanksgiving at their house, and I declined to go because I was getting induced the next week and if I got sick, they would have pushed it back further. My GMIL promised she was fine, but I didn’t feel comfortable with it and stayed home. Not even two days later she told MIL she was very sick and wasn’t feeling great even at Thanksgiving.
All relevant to why I didn’t want her to see my son yet, as we are still deep in RSV season, and he had JUST gotten his first round of vaccines.
However, much, much, much pushing (and guilt tripping) from both her, MIL and SIL- we decided she could meet our son at our house. (Just a little detail, we live with my grandmother and she helps me so much with my son- honestly the most amazing woman ever).
We decided if GMIL was going to come over we were going to set boundaries to make sure our Son was safe and have our own peace of mind. The boundaries were that we weren’t comfortable with GMIl holding Son but would love for her to finally be able to see him. I specify this because some people see it was *wrong* that we would exclude her from holding Son but we specified this to everyone BEFORE she came over and GMIL agreed with it. Remember she has continuously been sick and won’t tell anyone she is and when it comes time to see Son- no way in hell was she going to cancel if she felt ill.
On top of this we said she needed to wear a mask and take a covid test beforehand.
The day that she came over we received a text from MIL that she also was coming with my GMIL and asked what time they should arrive. MIL has been to our house a few times so it wasn’t a huge deal but I realized now it wasn’t the best idea.
They walk in and GMIL shows MY grandmother the covid test, not us but whatever, and proceeds to stuff the mask she was holding back into her purse. At this point I’m kind of over It but I just smile and talk to her for a little bit before going back to the kitchen while my husband took the dog outside to use the bathroom.
When I was out of hearing range (or so she thought) she asked my grandmother to hold Son. My grandmother turned to me in the kitchen and repeated the question and I simply stated, ‘would you mind asking *husband* when he gets back’ (I figured since it’s husbands GMIL it would be a lot gentler if he let her down). Instead GMIL started “crying” no actual tears and exclaimed ‘why does no one like me’. Remember what I said about emotionally manipulative. Yeah.
I was uncomfortable.
My grandmother was uncomfortable.
Our poor other dog in the kitchen with me was uncomfortable.
I excused myself to go start laundry after checking with my grandmother she was okay holding Son for another minute before my husband came back in. Immediately when I left the room (again- my mistake) my MIL walks over takes Son from my Grandmother and puts him on my GMIL’s lap. Before this Son was smiling and laughing while my grandmother held him put faced him toward GMIL.
My son LOST it and started screaming.
My husband walks in at this point, sees Son on GMIL lap and immediately grabbed him from GMIL and went into the kitchen. My MIL was shocked and made a snide comment of ‘Oh so No one gets to him Son today*. Then they both left soon after and my grandmother apologized profusely for the situation when I found out. It definitely wasn’t her fault at all.
Now comes the real dramatic part.
Three weeks after what I will now call the ‘incident’ my MIL has been calling Husband and we explained to her that we were upset with that happened. She didn’t grasp what she did wrong and the conversation ultimately went nowhere. Another week and more calls…here’s where the text messaged come into the story….
Husband to MIL: Hey, I want you know I’m not ignoring you but I’m still not over what happened. We want you to be a part of ours and Son life but because of the boundaries you broke we don’t feel comfortable having you over for a while.
-next week-
SIL to husband: Wanna do dinner at moms on Saturday if yall aren’t busy? I want to see son.
Husband: no. Mom still hasn’t even tried to talk to us after her and nana came here
-Next day-
SIL to husband: Hey whats the deal with mom and nana? Something’s been off since that day they came over there. Yall have been distant. I just wanna know what’s going on.
Husband: I already talked to mom but me and OP decided that we aren’t comfortable with mom coming over for a while because she broke boundaries. It’s important to us because we did discuss beforehand what we expected and son health is more important than anything.
SIL: oh okay, but what boundaries were broken? I’m confused…she wasn’t sick or anything? She had been around Son before that day they went over there. What happened specifically that day that made yall feel uncomfortable? Other than nana not wearing a mask.
Husband: We already told mom about it, don’t worry
-Next day- (side note- my Postpartum depression has gotten extremely bad and In laws were starting to be a little much on FB so I took them off)
SIL to husband: Why did OP unfriend me and mom on FB?? Stepdad just called and said mom is bawling her eyes out over this whole situation. I don’t know what the deal is, but I hope you realize what yall are doing to the family. I’m not trying to be in the middle of anything, but mom and nana feel like they can’t talk to you or OP. Whats the deal? This shit can’t go on forever, yall need to work it out.
Husband: Like I said before we already talked to mom about it. You said you weren’t going to choose sides and it seems you already have- please stay out of it. OP unadded everyone because she has way too much going on and doesn’t want to be in the drama. We never said mom wouldn’t see Son again, but we still need time. Son is our Son and mom, and nana broke a boundary that we set even before Son was born. Even if someone in OP’s family did the same thing it would be the same outcome. We were hesitant about nana coming over at all because of exactly what just happened.
-Next day and after phone call with SIL where SIL said OP was causing all the drama.
Husband to SIL: After that conversation me and OP have talked and decided we feel you need to completely stay out of everything going on. We understand you’re trying to defend mom and be a messenger, but you have more than likely have unknowingly taken her side in this when there is no side. We are Son’s parents, and we get to decide who does and doesn’t see him.
(Cont.) We aren’t going to keep going in circles on what boundaries are because we have already stated multiple times what they were. What matters now is that mom and now you can’t respect that we need time to just move on from the situation. No one is trying to start drama but by dragging more people into this, like dad, you are in fact causing drama and we don’t appreciate it.
(Cont.) In case you forgot we were very hesitant on nana seeing Son for the very reasons that happened. Not only did Nana ask to hold Son when both OP and I left the room, but mom then took it in her own hands to hand Son to nana. We already stated we were concerned for Son getting sick and weren’t comfortable with her holding him but that wasn’t good enough for them. Son is not a toy. We aren’t mad at them but the situation, but you have nothing to do with it. It doesn’t matter you’re the ‘messenger’ you can still come see Son whenever you want but we need time away from mom and to process the situation.
SIL: Lol ok
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In case you’re wondering, yes SIL did kind of come out left field. I received comments that we shouldn’t have just let his continued and just ignored SIL but we genuinely wanted her to just understand why we were upset and we would really like her to not get involved.
I was starting to feel like maybe I was just a bitch and posted the text messages (names hidden of course) to a Facebook group called Monster in Laws. Not even a few hours later and I received a text from SIL with screenshots of the post and ‘???’. I have no fucking clue how she found the post as she is blocked on my FB, but she did. I felt very, very uncomfortable with her just ‘happening upon’ on my post or if someone (on a group of thousands of people) recognized the story and sent it to SIL. Really not a huge fan of that. When I ignored her text- she sent the screenshots to my husband.
Here's what followed.
Husband to SIL: Can you mind your own damn business?? You have done nothing but stir the pot. OP has had nothing but problems since Son was born and honestly the last thing, she needs is this. I don’t know what kind of resentment you harbor toward her or why you even do but you’ve hated her since we got married. Guess what, you’re gonna have to deal with it. OP and Son are my family now and they come before anything. I wont let you or anybody act this way toward us. Decide if this is worth having a semblance of a relationship with us. I don’t give a shit at this point because honestly I have zero interest in ever talking to you again.
SIL to husband: I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING! I’ve just been the messenger in this whole situation. IF that’s what you want then fine. Shows OP true character. I forgave OP for what she did to you. She’s always assumed I’ve had it out for her, but I haven’t. You don’t understand how much you’ve affected and hurt our family.
(Cont.) OP caused all of this. I wasn’t the one asking to see son. I was sticking up for mom and nana. They felt like they couldn’t say anything to you because they didn’t want to upset you. I CHOSE to be the messenger in this whole situation because I actually care and love my family You’ve done irreversible emotional damage to mom and nana and now me. I hope you’ll realize that, and I wasn’t the one starting drama. If you don’t ever want to talk to me again then fine. So be it. Don’t come back around later saying ‘I told you so’.
(Cont.) I’ve done nothing but try to be nice and accepting toward Op and all I get is this. But if that’s the life yall chose to live then go ahead. OP has never liked me or mom or any of our family for that matter and it said its comes to picking sides. Don’t call me a pot stirrer because I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve only told the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts.
(Cont.) getting mad and unfriending me and blocking me also doesn’t solve anything. Tell me where I’ve gone wrong in this situation. Please. I was only looking out for mom and nana because it hurts me to see them so upset. This is not guilt tripping you this is just the honest truth. I haven’t done ANYHTING wrong, yet I’m ‘causing drama’ because I’m the only one not afraid to shoot you straight.
Husband to SIL: I’m taking my wife’s side.
SIL to husband: Like I said, its sad you feel like you have to pick a side. We’re ADULTS and yall are married. When you get married you don’t pick sides.
SIL: Am I wrong?
SIL: Please tell me what I did wrong.
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Honestly this could have been over with the first text to MIL. Husband and I just needed a week or two to feel comfortable having them over again and instead SIL made it worse.
Thank you so much for reading- feel free to ask questions or if you disagree with me blast me in the comments. I’ll take all criticism.

Throwaway because I am just getting closure and probably never using it again.
I am a 35 year old recently separated military veteran. I served for 12 years and did 2 overseas tours. During my 2nd tour in Afghanistan back in 2015-2016, I was bunked up with this soldier, we'll call them Dawson. During the deployment we because good friends, we went to the gym together, went to the bazaar on our down days, corn hole, etc. The bond became so strong it continued on even after we returned to home base. We'd get beer and dinners together, go to the shooting range together, have summertime cookouts and get our families together to catch up.
We both had a similar mindset and background when it came to the military. We grew up in traditional, old school homes and both had family members who served, so it was only natural that we would also serve. We both were of the opinion that the military was becoming too 'woke'. We made jokes and comments behind closed doors about the new crop of soldiers that we'd eventually have to train, especially if we assumed they were a "gay" or "tranny". In hindsight, I think maybe only I held that opinion, and Dawson just tolerated my antiquated mindset to maintain the peace.
I think we both dealt with some PTSD after the tour. I can only speak for myself, but i was incredibly reluctant to seek out help. I'm not sure if Dawson did anything about his, but I eventually sought out help during the pandemic. I listen to a lot of podcasts and heard ads constantly for a certain therapy service and I tried it out.
From what I found out, Dawson was taking things harder and dealing with more deep seeded issues that I had no idea about.
Last year on Memorial Day, we had our annual cookout at my house. He brought his wife and kids as usual. Everything seemed normal, we were laughing and joking as usual. We had a soldier fresh out of boot camp join our unit who was obviously a tranny. They were VERY out and proud, so that came up in conversation. I made a joke about this "soldier" Dawson didn't laugh this time, but didn't comment back, so we just changed the subject and moved on.
Anyways, the party died down. They eventually went home and we cleaned up and called it a night. Dawson and I made plans to go to the local gun shop the next afternoon and check out the new Sig's, he was thinking of adding to his collection. I wake up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing and multiple notification dings. I knew it must be important, but I wasn't prepared for the terrible news.
The calls and texts were from Dawson's wife. Apparently after he left our house, they got home safe, his wife put the kids to bed, she went to bed herself and Dawson decided to stay up a bit later, he told her he wanted to game a bit and wind down. Truth of the matter was that while she and the kids were sleeping he wrote his suicide note, left it on her bedside table, went out to his tool shed with one of his pistols and ended his life.
As the title says, I believe it was my fault because of what the note said. He did take note of his ongoing PTSD, but more so focused on the shame and embarrassment he felt with himself. He admitted in the note that he felt and knew he was trans. He admitted that he had secret drawers in his tool chests of women's panties and dresses and makeup that he'd wear and use when he was alone. His wife confirmed this after she traumatically found his body in the shed.
All those stupid immature jokes that he laughed along with. All the conversations we had about the subject and I didn't know and he didn't clue me in whatsoever. I get that he was ashamed and probably felt alone, especially with shitty friends like me.
After multiple therapy sessions and finally managing the guilt, I felt the need to come on here and tell my story. Especially now with the political/cultural climate. I still have a ways to go and I'm learning to be more tolerant as the days pass by. I may not fully always understand the concept of being trans, but I no longer make jokes at their expense and I know now that even if their path in life takes them a way I don't agree with, I have to keep it to myself and just let them be. I wish I could bring Dawson back to apologize to him and show him how much I've grown and learned in an attempt to somehow convince him to stick around, but it's just too late now.

So me (M21) and my girlfriend (F21) have been dating for a little over 2 and a half years. We are currently away from home in the nearest college town, we both are students. We both have off campus housing, but my roommates are a legitimate disaster so I spend most days at my girlfriends house.
My school is all online this semester so I’m usually always over, and she says this is okay. Now here is the kicker. My love language is quality time (going on dates, watching movies, playing games etc) hers is physical touch. But me just being aloud over here at her place legitimately makes me feel so loved. Most of the day we both are doing our separate things then cuddle then go back to it, it’s awesome.
And I get carried away and as much as I hate to admit it, I can be a bit clingy. My girlfriend wants more alone time so I leave her apartment and go back to my place and find things to do out the day to give her her space. If not she gets super frustrated at me and gets a little angry/ sassy.
Now having the back ground info, this is what the post is mainly about. I like to go out on the town. I’m not a party hard type guy, I don’t care for parties but I love my local bar. They have trivia Tuesday nights, and wensday they have karaoke. I find myself going alone because my friends last year have went back home, and the one friend I have left up here is the type to make plans then not show up (the last 3 weeks it’s been like this). So I go alone, it’s a chill night for her so she does not attend understandably.
But when the weekend comes I want to go out so bad with her, but she doesn’t care too. She goes out with her friends occasionally and has a blast, but whenever we actually go out she just seems so sad. With all the space she’s been wanting and then her not wanting to go out with me, it really hurts me.
We used to watch movies a lot more and even that has stopped a bit. She is an amazing girlfriend, but I can’t get her to go out with me for the life of me. I get it’s not cool to pressure people, and I don’t. She just always rejects me. And it’s nights where we don’t do anything and she knows it upsets me but doesn’t care. She’ll apologize the next morning and say “poor thing I’m sorry I didn’t go out I need to make more sacrifices” and all this and comforts me, but then the time comes it’s the same thing.
And she has this thing where if we go out twice, in her mind we went out 8 times. So she looks back at this whole year and is like “we have went out so much” but in reality it’s only been like 7 times. Some people aren’t drinkers, some people are homebodies, and I get that and understand because even myself i love to stay home and relax. I get I’m not all in the right here, I wrote this unbiased as possible. But the amount of times I’ve stayed with her doing nothing in her bed is outstanding. I want true feedback on my behavior as well. I just wish she made more of an effort to come with me. Thank you for reading this long post.
Another thing her friend invited us out to a saint Patrick’s day festival with a bunch of dudes she knew. The dudes would not talk to me nor acknowledge me. I’d say a joke and it would be ignored (awkward) and when I tried to converse they’d give a short response and walk away. In my college town a lot of guys act like this to guys they don’t know, I have no clue why. and whenever I’d go get a beer, they’d be gone. Moved spots. My girlfriend asked them to stay but they said “he’ll be fine” this happened 4 different times before I pulled my girlfriend aside told her I was going home because I was tired. I’m her defense she would text me where they were at, and tried to get it to help. But ever since then it’s made the previous thing I mentioned feel even more severe. Not to mention she had a blast there, which I enjoyed seeing her smile and dance, but when we go out she’s so bored. I just wish I was fun lol

This is gonna be looooong, but it’s been a crazy experience and I just need somewhere to put this. TLDR at the bottom.
So I applied on the 26th of Jan on mytravel.shitsite.gov
Expedited shipping for 3-5 weeks, that’s what it said. Leaving March 24th so that’s 9 weeks basically. This is a big deal trip to Japan with an incredible amount of planning. It’s a vacation my partner and I badly need. I mean who doesn’t after the last couple years?
My first clue that something was off was that I couldn’t finalize my account creation on weekends. If you create an account on the weekend, there’s nobody there to approve it and you’ll not be able to login. Or something. If only there were computers to do such things…
So March 10 rolls around and I’m getting nervous. 2 weeks out. I call in to the hotline to find out what’s going on. First time I get busy signal, second time I get ‘this number is not valid’ and third time I’m greeted with a message that states something to the effect of ‘we’re slammed on Mondays, don’t call us on Monday’.
So I call on Tuesday. I wait for 20 mins to talk to someone. They tell me that it’s an internet passport and that’s a different department and transfer me. “Your wait time is an hour and a half”. And it actually was. So I talk to someone finally and am told ‘well it’s not within five days so we can’t do anything, then at that point we can see about an in person appointment’. I ask if there’s an easier way to get through to the internet part of passport processing and am told: ‘No, use the main number’. Fucking Mozart…
At this point I’m in panic mode. My amazing partner does all this research and finds this sub. I contact my congresswoman and they get a case manager on it.
4 days go by. I’ve reached out in some way to my case manager every day and heard nothing. I called an expediter, a good one. They’d do it for $1k but told me that I’ll get it and don’t want to cross wires with a new application.
We are now at Monday and I leave Friday. The last week was rough, but this week will be brutal. Case manager calls me back EOD Monday and says he’s spoken to the state department and they’re doing everything they can to get it to me on time. Uh huh.
I f12 the site. See that we’ve moved from exception to fulfillment. Progress, but is it enough?
I check informed delivery on Wednesday. There’s a package from passport people! It’s going from AZ to the east coast priority 1-3 days. I start googling if that’s even possible. There’s a whole site that tells you how long it will take. It’s 2 biz days for me. I have no idea if this day counted as one day or not. Can a package get from AZ to the east coast from Wednesday morning to Thursday afternoon? I spend a lot of time on google with little to show other than a lot of conjecture.
My partner and I go out to dinner on Wednesday. She’s completely broken. She just can’t see straight anymore, the stress and uncertainty is killing her. I’m not far behind.
If I don’t get it Thursday I’m boned.
I have dual citizenship. It’s a two week trip. I spend a lot of mental time and energy figuring out if I can leave on my other passport and have the new one mailed to me. It’s fucking dicey at best. It’s the plan I wanna to with but my more law-abiding partner isn’t comfortable with it. I call the airlines, I email the hotels. I go through so many permutations of what I could do if this doesn’t work, but at the end of the day I can’t do anything because there’s still the tiniest glimmer of hope. I am fucking shattered
I go to bed on Wednesday. The best informed delivery can give me is that it’s in a processing plant in AZ still. I edit the package description to: ‘Stress Maker 6000’
My anxiety wakes me up on Thursday. It’s been doing that for the last two weeks. Last day. I’m trying to go back to sleep before I have either the best or worst news. My mind won’t let me. I check informed delivery. ITS STILL IN FUCKING AZ. I lose it. I just break down and start sobbing. I spent 30 mins on the couch just holding my dog and bawling. My plans, my trip, it’s not all over but there’s so much to do if this goes wrong and I’m exhausted.
I’m so tempted to go anyway on my other passport. I’m so fucking mad. I did everything right and if they had just put a alert in the site and given me a reasonable estimation for processing times I could have made alternative plans. I pay taxes, I don’t ask for much. Wtf!?
I refresh informed delivery religiously, I can’t help myself. At 11am I discover it has been at a processing plant 45 mins away. MY PASSPORT IS 45 MINS AWAY FROM ME!!!!! I break out into maniacal laughter. I can’t control it, I’ve never made sounds like this. What a release. Then the stress sets back in
My case manager calls me soon thereafter and tells me to go get it. I could have called but I just didn’t have it in me. I jump in a car and go to this massive distro center. I’m terrified, but optimistic. The amazingly nice and kind lady tells me that it’s not there. Well then where is it? It’s at my local PO which is five mins from my house
Ok so off we go! I’m starting to feel like a character in a romance movie chasing their love interest at the climax of the movie. I’m in a fairly good place now as I figure it’ll be there or out for delivery.
I get there and wait in line. I tell them my sob story. She goes to the back. It takes five minutes. I age five years. She hands me my passport. She hands me my passport. She hands me my passport. My whole face melts, it’s my birthday soon and she wishes me happy birthday. Must have clocked that when she saw my ID. She tells me it didn’t go out today because it came in too late. I wouldn’t have gotten it if I didn’t pick it up
I take a selfie with my passport. I message everyone. It takes the rest of the day to get back to any semblance of being a normal person. I’m so shell shocked. I’m on this sub and seeing people who submitted later than me got theirs earlier than me with no interjection needed. That truly blows my mind
My takeaways are as follows 1. Don’t use online passport renewal 2. If you’re in a close call situation for expedited, there are professionals who can do it faster. The same place I mentioned above asking for $1000 would have done it for $150 had I given them more time. Cost benefit will be up to the individual, but I definitely would have gone this route. The stress was so brutal. 3. (If you ignore 1) Call your congress person sooner rather than later. Like a month out 4. Get informed delivery setup. I’ve always had it, but it saved my trip 5. Don’t be afraid to go hunt your stuff down. My partner had no idea you could just go to USPS and demand your stuff.
TLDR: Applied online for expedited, it was super super late. I got my passport within less than 24 hours of my departure time. I have 6000 new gray hairs

So I'm almost 20 and my mom is out of work, and my sister contributes nothing to the family, leaving us with just our income. On top of that, my mom is sick, refuses to go to the doctor, and can't really do anything to help right now.
My sister has no car right now and instead of trying to fix hers for a couple hundred dollars, she wants to buy a completely brand new car and act like it's no big deal, as if she wasn't already "living paycheck to paycheck" and if anyone tries to suggest she just fix her old car, she'll throw a fucking temper tantrum and call you the r word because you disagreed with her.
So we both work at the same fast food place, and we use the same car, we don't have the same schedule so I have to go back and get her, and sometimes pick her up as well. And she refuses to pay my gas money that I'm pissing down the drain, even though she makes more money than I do. I understand we both use it, but when I asked her to just fill it up she will not, so I barely have enough gas to get home sometimes because she leaves it empty for me, and today I happened to forget my wallet...
And on top of it all, my new work schedule is completely inconsistent, I can't even see the schedule because my bosses and managers will not help fix my issues, and I will end up working 10-13 hours because my boss refuses to hire more people, and nobody gets properly trained (I hate almost everyone there I really do) so that I end up running around all day helping them and then I get chewed out because we're moving "too slow" bitch according to our company standards, our speed is perfectly fine, and somehow it always ends up being my fault, and I will accept that sometimes it is- but I cannot make customers leave instantly, they will check their food, ask for more things, and my partner will 9/10 times abandon me without saying shit, so I end up with a line of bags and I'm wondering where the hell they are, they figured that the expert food maker couldn't handle 3 of our simplest fucking items, and decided to waltz over there when I need more arms to make drinks, take cash, take orders, and keep pushing them out fast.
And what really gets me is the fact that our bosses and managers are so blatantly lazy, they will literally sit there and do nothing, leave things for people later in the day to do when it's busy and I need them to help me, and they will ask me to clean while I'm in the middle of 2 different orders, like dude if I could be in multiple places at once, I wouldn't need any of you idiots.
And they want us to keep getting better and better, not for customer satisfaction, but for their manager bonuses, that's it, they literally tell us that we need to do better for their bonuses. Like bitch, I don't give a damn whether you bonus or not, especially if you're gonna make me run all around town to get product because you don't know how to order a fucking truck, and you're gonna run me to the bank because you don't have the money, and you're gonna blame me for bad stats when you decide that rush time is the best time to handle all your damn side chores.
For example today, my boss finally ordered enough shit for us to not be constantly out of things, 250 fucking things, yet somehow he forgot one of the most important things we needed... Anyway, he asked me to come in today on my day off just 2 hours to put up the truck, that's it. I said ok to that, why don't you just schedule me every truck day like you had me dumbass.
So then a couple hours later they call and ask me first to cover this girl's shift. This girl is scheduled to only do videos, why do I need to cover this... Well apparently nobody else fucking works here anymore in his eyes, I wonder why. I asked my manager, who was asking both favors, and I said "Ok, well do you want me to do your truck or cover some stupid shift, has he even asked anyone else?" No, he didn't ask anyone else, I'm his go to bitch boy, so I said "Well personally I'd rather have an organized truck so everything doesn't expire and somehow get pinned on me" and they all acted so offended that I said no.
I said this, "Ok, well does he want me to come in at 4AM and leave at 6PM?" And she said "do you really want to do that?" I said "Fuck no, I'm just asking if I'm hearing this all correctly, because that's basically what's being asked of me, I don't live at work, and I'm not running laps to my house and back, I don't have the gas or the money to just come and go on a whim."
And I sure as fuck don't have the gas to burn to do their chores, just to be chewed out anyway for not being the perfect employee, despite always acting in their best interest.
If you say no, you're fucked, you say yes, you're fucked.
I'm just so sick of being treated like a slave or a robot, then being asked "what's wrong, you look upset?" Like why do you think I'm upset pal, I basically live at my job and I just get shit on for it, I'm the only one who's paying my bills right now, and everyone I know is taking advantage of my kindness, and no matter what I do, nobody is happy or appreciative of everything I do for them.
And then they'll give me such stupid advice like "go to college" dude I don't have time to go to college, I have to pay bills for 3 fucking people on a shitty wage, I have no clue what the hell I'd even do there, and I don't need thousands of dollars of debt when I'm already gonna be financially crippled when my mom dies.
Like I can't even do anything at home because it's "take the trash out, take the trash up, clean this up, get me a water, can you make or order me some food, we need to go to the store today, can you pick me up from work, can you cover this shift, can you work over today." Like Jesus Christ I just want to sit down I can barely even move.