Is alejandro and nicole still together

My daughter is nearly 3, still a toddler, who sleeps in her own bed all the time, when she has nightmares she goes in with mum as my wife can actually get to sleep with her there, I cannot and I sleep on the sofa when this happens.
However she comes into the room with me when she wakes up and if I can't be bothered getting back up, I will let her play on her tablet and I will just dose on and off until I decide to get up, sometimes she will roll over and cuddle Into to me and tell me she loves me, which makes me happy, but I googled it and people say dads and daughters are weird and this is destroying my mind. I am now at the stage where I am cuddling her less anyway as she doesn't want cuddles as much, on her terms so I am now asking if I can give her a cuddle, and everything else, closing the door when she goes to the toilet now as well, all this stuff.
Effectively I am just laying in my bed while she's awake in the morning and I just snooze, and the internet say fathers are creepy, and i am letting it get to my head, that I am doing something wrong or that I am a creep like so many woman say.
I think it's getting really quite bad now for men. Why should I not be allowed to cuddle my daughter? In public om even at the point of showing affection incsse people shame me.
I have been hands on since day one, like any Dad should be. I have been half stay at home Dad and half work, with the same, so I have a good bond with her. She is hard work, really hard work but I feel it doesn't matter what a man does, we will always be shamed

Hello! I have but a mere Statistics minor and am currently in my Econometrics Honours, so I'm not the brightest bulb in the Python Studio.
I don't quite know where I am going with this question, but I've had these neurons firing at each other for over a week wondering if there's "something here" and so I thought, maybe people who take apart data for a living can parse what I am asking!
I am using an ODE model with a Gompertz function to measure oncolytic virus interactions with cancer cells for my dissertation. For one of my classes, we are using IVs to measure the usual education/income data everyone does every year.
But I wondered, could we utilise IVs in a Gompertz model to isolate the actual effects of the oncolytic virus vs any "noise" or errors? But if the ODE model DOESN'T INCLUDE NOISE (cause there's just so many variables in cancer) how can an IV be used to figure out the true effects of the oncolytic virus? Additionally, what would that IV even BE?!
For some reason my brain says "there has to be a way to use IVs in this ODE model to truly capture the cancer lysis process" but if the model doesn't model noise is that even possible? Would this introduce more bias? Am I on a track that others have been on and can tell me if they know where my brain is going?
It feels like my brain is missing a tiny piece of the puzzle but wants REALLY BADLY to connect these two concepts if not just to see what happens.
Thank you for putting up with this fool. I'm still learning and I was never good at maths to begin with, so it's been four years of straight new-found passion with 0 mathematical background, so I appreciate the help!

Rockstar Games is a studio that invokes feelings of enjoyment and feelings of ire, the latter primarily for opponents of the studio's works, often parents. That's thanks to the studio's reputation as the creator and distributor of games that often contain sexuality, violence, and swearing. That has drawn them some legal attention over the years, though the one lawyer who was usually on the crusade, Jack Thompson, is now disbarred. The issue lately, though, is that the popular Online portion of Grand Theft Auto 5, GTA Online, has a very nasty exploit crop up that can allow for remote code execution (RCE).
The exploit can allow cheaters to remotely add, remove, and modify stats. It could also permanently corrupt the data on another player's account. Any of these issues, in turn, means that Rockstar's systems could permanently ban or delete an innocent player's account on GTA Online.
Just modifying the games files is bad enough, but some say that this RCE could potentially allow for code execution at the system level. The issue is has created so much concern that the current advisement by the community for PC gamers is to either ensure a certain firewall rule is in place, or just not play at all. We'd opt for the later. If, for some reason, your game data does get corrupted, though, there is a fix. Find the "Rockstar Games" folder on your PC's Documents folder and delete it. The files should refresh upon reloading the game.
Rockstar was made aware, rather rapidly, thanks to the subreddit for the game and are working on a fix. This has prompted the Rockstar Support Twitter to make a post indicating a Title Update is coming to GTA Online. The company has even posted a job listing on LinkedIn for a Cheat Software Analyst to add to its staff.
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As the Tweet says, if you feel you have been affected by cheaters, make sure you contact Rockstar Support. We're hoping this doesn't take too much of Rockstar's attention from from Grand Theft Auto 6, because we're pretty excited for it with all the leaks so far. Still, an RCE exploit is a big concern, and resolving it should be of the highest priority.

I’m seeing houses for 270k that I might buy. 20% down would be a little more than 50k. I have 10k cash and 20k in a brokerage. I’m also going to get 12k in stock options soon. I’ll still need to save a little more, but is unloading all 20k from the brokerage account wise? Idk what I would ever use that money for either than down payments for houses and cars. Another way to think about this question is, if I’m already setup with retirement savings from a 401k and IRA, what should the left over savings be for other than a house or car?

I was driving home tonight and tried to save a restaurant location. Every time I touched the ⭐️ to save the location as a Favorite, it simply dismissed the screen. Tried many many MANY times (and even different locations) and still it does not work. Is this a bug known by everyone but me? 🤷🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️

So I've been struggling with intermittent dizziness for about 2 years, I chalked it up to anxiety and too much weed, alcohol and nicotine in my life. But after it becoming more frequent and intense and i reduced my indulging I had a severe episode which at the time I attributed to a panic attack (which isn't unusual for me)
Saw docs a few times over first year with no real results.
Finally in October I was diagnosed with a stroke after an mri. This was out of left field. I'm not over weight or anything, I did smoke and drink too much but as much as others I spend time with. I'm 40yo male.
In November I go for a followup mri and am told they could no longer find the stroke. Meaning either it was an artifact ( blip or misread on the first mri) or that it is so small that the 2nd mri missed it.
So I'm I'm a Grey zone where maybe I did maybe I didn't have a stroke docs treating me as if I did.
But its been 6 months now and I still have daily dizzy and balance issues lasting from minutes to hours daily.
Its causing me endless anxiety. I had bad reactions to a few medications so right now I am only taking aspirin and lipitor (my cholesterol was 190 which isn't out of range but is on the high end of the acceptable range) I quit nicotine, have maybe 2-4 alcoholic drinks a month. And hardly touch weed anymore. I changed my diet, less red meat less fried food, more fruit, veg, way less sugar.
But I still have daily symptoms of dizziness and balance issues. It's ruining my daily life and causing me so much anxiety.
Doctors have tried dozens of tests from ear and eye tests, blood tests, heart tests, there were suggestions of silent migraine being a cause or sleep issues etc but so far nothing conclusive.
Wondering if anyone in the void of reddit has had something like this either with or without the stroke component and found a solution.
Cheers reddit doctors and Rands alike!

Family members had covid and pneumonia, leading to a struggling battle of being put on and kept on a ventilator. After some time, the decision was made to pull them off the ventilator and let them move on. In support of all the family, we were all in the room while the ventilator was removed. We watched as they struggled, held there hand, some family prayed, other silence, all crying. It was a very heavy situation. One that will stick with me for the rest of my life.
Right after they passed, I had what seemed like a moment of reaching out and touching their "spirit" as it was moving on. I'll admit it could have been a coping mechanism to help deal with the situation, but it felt real. Like I touched their soul to help them move on, or to give them comfort, or maybe just to say goodbye. Idk why I imagined that moment.
Since this happened, I feel that family member with or near me. My wife was in the bathroom on the other side of the house with no one else in the house. Cooking on the stove, I heard the most distinct cough sound that the passed family member always made. Behind me and mostly in my left ear. I had to completely stop what I was doing and look around. I was kind of baffled, honestly. How do you hear a perfectly distinct cough behind you when alone?? I talked to my wife, and we both kind of agreed it was a stressful moment in our lives, and I'm sure it is a part of dealing with it.... until recently. My wife and I were sitting on the couch working, and out of nowhere, we heard that distinct cough again, coming from between us. Wife and I make eye contact, and we both knew in that moment what that sounded like. To reassure, we both agreed that neither of us coughed.
Ever since this moment my wife tells me she sometimes feels the blanket is being pulled tight or trying to be pulled off of us. I've noticed this as well. Other times I feel intentions in the bed as if someone is putting weight on the bed a moving along. When this happens It usually feels like something touching me. Not hard. None does it feel to be malicious. I mentioned this to my wife and she froze up and explained she's been having these exact experiences as well. Now currently for some reason i feel them near. Like I'm being watched. Wife doesn't feel this. When I feel him near I swear I become a bit more climbsy. Dropping stuff, knocking over stuff, overall a little more messy. It just feels strange. We've both heard the distinctive cough a few times both together and separately.
I can't seem to put my finger on what's going on. Almost like I'm being watched over, or they are trying hard to be malisouses but are unable to.
Anyone have any input on this?
My working theory based on intuition:
Maybe I invited the passed family member to stay with me unintentally? Not knowing what I was doing.

Been lurking for a while and this is my first time posting. I also usually just lurk on reddit, so my apologies for any weird formatting. I have a feeling this is going to turn into a blog post and I'm already embarrassed. Please delete if not allowed. Also I'm not really sure how to flair this.
CW: Christianity
I'll start by saying, I've always been a fairly non-denominational pagan; I used to call myself a witch-without-religion. I did grow up in a mixed family, sometimes attending Christian churches, I willingly entered the Mormon cult for a bit, but was ultimately given the free space to encounter Wicca, which I found to be a great stepping stone to get to where I am now.
I now work with Hekate (which made the resonation with Wicca symbology make a lot of sense), & Our lovely lad Dionysus, with a dash of Persephone and Apollo. As of late Dionysus has been taking a front and center space on the Altar, while Hekate has seemed to step back a bit. This led me to of course delve back into research, specifically so I could find little trinkets befitting an altar for him. It's always amusing to me to make note of all the religious plagiarism, how Christian entities and mythos are like cherry-picked amalgams of all the Pantheons before. Specifically, I spent a fair amount of time laughing about Jesus being the K-Mart version of Dionysus.
My Fiancé (our wedding is May 30th) was however raised VERY much in the church. They were pretty non-denominational, though devout. Pretty sheltered, he wasn't really allowed to celebrate Halloween, or watch Pokémon; you know the type. All things considered, he came out a pretty amazing person. He's still a Believer, though he reads the Bible through a critical lens, and does his best to walk the path of anti-fascist, anti-capitalism, pro-liquor-and-wh*res; he is accepting and loving above all else, and the only devout Christ-fan I'd ever to bedroom business with at this point.
That being said, we've had a strange pattern of pulling each other closer to our respective faiths. I encourage him to slow down and turn on the Jesus music when he's stressed out, and he encourages me to tend to my altar and do regular readings. We find this ironic, a little silly, and proof that love does cross all borders. I came home one day, having done quite a bit of reading, and announced "Babe, we worship the same god." This caught him off guard, & made my metamour chuckle quite a bit. I explained the Dionysus/Jesus overlap and we laughed about it a little.
Unnecessary Backstory laid out, now we can get to the good stuff.
Our wedding is fast approaching and we are putting together the script for our officiant, and in respect to our faiths we want to include prayer. I've never explicitly told his parents that I'm Pagan, or a witch, FIL did see my tarot cards once when I lived at their house. That initiated a fairly uncomfortable private conversation. The topic hasn't come up since, and it seems like MIL wasn't ever made aware. I do my best to be respectful of other people's faiths (but not bigotry or poor behavior), so I don't want to alienate the people in our crowd, with either prayer approach. It's also worth noting that we're queer and there is already a possibility his family will not attend, due to their 'passive disapproval.'
I had an idea that my Fiancé seemed to like a lot, which was to have a very vague, no-names, no-titles prayer. This idea of course came after looking at a Dionysus prayer that --with his name removed-- sounded a whole lot like the prayers FIL subjects the family to before dinner. As Fiancé calls it, a prayer to "white Jesus" and "wine Jesus" in order to appease the masses. I'm integrating grape vines in the décor, and will be setting up a tiny altar (disguised as more décor) with my crystal grapes and some of my other trinkets.
My question, or discussion prompt, I suppose, would be...
What sorts of prayer, lines, trinkets, poems etc. should I incorporate to best celebrate our faiths without using any names or direct references? What symbology have you used in your wedding celebrations to honor Dionysus? What is your favorite Dionysus myth/symbology that was integrated into the Jesus lore?
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TL;DR: Hubs and I wanna do a vague double prayer at our wedding honoring both of our respective deities: Dionysus and his derivative, Jesus.

My family has gotten together and are surprising my wife with a cricut machine for her birthday. She has always wanted one. Her main interest is going to be the multi-layer paper cut out designs (my knowledge of it is very limited my apologies).
They are getting her the Costco kit. My question is there any tools/accessories that don't come in the kit that you would recommend getting with the machine at the same time?

Hello,
I have a huge problem with wise, I transferred a huge sum to an account outside Europe but the recipient didn't get it.
His account is in euros and he always receives euros from other clients but I don't know why wise transfer didn't go through.
I have spoken with wise but they keep blaming the recipient bank. The recipient checked with his bank they don't have anything visible from their side.
Wise says that they started tracing the transfer and it will take weeks I don't know if this is true or just a way to calm the situation its now almost 2 weeks and the money are still not received.
From the whole situation, I think that the money is stuck in the bank partner of wise but they refuse to check with him directly.
I have checked all information on the transfer is correct. Does the tracing operation take really a few weeks? is there any chance I can recover my money or they are just lost?

“I know you’re awake…Katherine…Kaaaaatheriiiine…”
“Shut up.” I had been awake for a little while, just staring at the wall.
“I knew it.”
“Can you not sleep?” I rolled over and looked at him as I asked the question.
James was in his rocking chair in the corner of our bedroom right next to the window. The moon outside was illuminating his face.
“I’m ok. Just a lot on my mind.”
“Like what?” I did my best to sit up. I was almost at my due date and I was enormous. During the pregnancy I wasn’t quite as sensitive to his little issues that I normally was.
James suffered from severe bouts of anxiety and he would spend lots of nights just rocking in his chair, trying not to worry about things.
“I think we should get a dog.”
“What?”
“We should get a dog. Every kid should grow up with a dog.” He turned his head to look at me. Most of his face was in shadow, but his eyes were bright. He smiled at me.
“Ok. Is that it? That’s what’s keeping you up?”
“Yes. Oh, and I also love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I farted.” I had never known James to end anything on any kind of sappy note, so he always had to say or do something childish to ruin the moment.
I loved him so much.
-
“He’s kind of gross.” There were so many dogs at the shelter, but my husband immediately went to the mangiest one. A large mutt with his tongue hanging limply out of the side of his mouth. The mousey brown fur looked like someone had teased it with a brush and sealed the deal with an entire can of hairspray, and he had a slight limp as it walked toward this strange new man making baby talk. I watched the dog cock its head from side to side like it understood what James was saying.
“He’s perfect.” I could tell that James was in love.
“Why him?”
“Well…every other little guy in here is so animated and vibrant. He’s…um…not.”
“He looks like an oversized mouse with bad hair.”
“That’s perfect!”
“What?”
“We can name him Feivel! Does Feivel like that name?! Who’s a bugaboo doggie?! Who’s da doggie?!” The dog started making inquisitive whines and that lazy tongue came to life and began to lick the strange man's fingers through the chain link fence.
Feivel came home with us, and for a month that dog never left my husband’s side.
-
“What happened?”
“Can you put me on speaker so Art can hear me?”
“Ok. You’re scaring me Katherine.” I was trying to hold it together. James’ parents had recently moved to the east coast, so I had no choice but to call them on the phone with the news. “Ok, you’re on speaker.”
“Ok. James… um… James had an accident. It was a hit and run. Someone hit him with a car while he was crossing the street and then just kept driving.”
“Oh my God! Is he alright?”
“He’s um…” I had been with James since our sophomore year in high school, but we had been friends since we were six. I had known his parents for almost just as long.
“He’s…he’s gone.”
“Oh my God…”
I had to make lots of phone calls that day. It was the hardest day of my life.
-
“Mommy needs to talk to you.”
Feivel had been pacing the house for three days. When he wasn’t pacing, he would just sit at the front door waiting for James to come home. He wouldn't sit with me, almost like he blamed me for James not being there.
“Come here. Feivel! Come here.” He finally gave in and walked over to the couch. I patted the cushion next to me and he jumped on the couch and sat down.
He grunted at me several times and when he was done voicing his frustrations, his tongue jutted out of the side of his mouth and just hung there.
I don’t know if it sounds stupid or not, but I had a conversation with him about what had happened to his Daddy and why he wasn’t with us anymore. I felt like it would have been cruel not to.
He stared at me through the whole story and when I was finished, there was a heavy silence between us that was eventually broken by a small cry from him before he put his head in my lap.
-
Three weeks later, I had Casey. The birth was rough and there were multiple issues. For a little bit there, I was afraid that I might lose her too. She had to stay in the hospital longer than I would have liked, but when I was finally able to bring her home, Feivel took to her instantly.
He was always next to her.
-
As the years went by, I made sure Casey knew every detail about her father. I would tell her stories and Feivel would always add something in his own language. I don’t know if he was backing up what I said or perhaps contradicting it, but I do know he was always happy to be included in the reminiscing.
Shortly after she turned four, Casey’s favorite pastime was drawing with her crayons. I had quite a few pictures up on our fridge of our little family in the midst of imagined adventures. She always drew James in with us. The way she always emphasized his balding head would make me smile.
I would BBQ on Friday nights because James had always done the same.
When we first moved in, he had built a huge grilling station out of brick and bought this ridiculously large grill that could almost fit an entire cow inside of it. James had said we would need it for the amount of children and grandchildren that we were going to have. We would sit in front of it every Friday night with a bottle of whiskey while he cooked.
Casey and I would sit at the same table and have juice while we made hot dogs. I thought it was important to keep some of our traditions alive for Casey.
In spite of losing James, we were happy. I started to adjust to a life without a partner, which was not a very easy thing to do since we had been a part of each other’s lives since we were both six years old.
-
Almost five years after I lost James, I met Stephen. I was a busy woman with a young daughter and up to that point, I had not even thought about dating. There was something different about Stephen though. I was interested in him from the first time we met.
Casey and I were playing in the park with Feivel one day and somehow we lost him. He just vanished. I looked for him for hours while my mom watched Casey, but I couldn’t find him. For three days I was beside myself and Casey was constantly in tears. Then, Stephen showed up on my doorstep holding our Feivel at the end of a leash.
A tall man with thick hair and trendy glasses wearing a flannel and jeans.
“Oh my God!”
“Hi. I uh…found him in the park down by the river.” I snatched him up and he started whimpering and shaking his butt back and forth. I completely ignored the man at my door. When Feivel had had enough of my pets, he ran inside to look for Casey.
“Thank you so much. Oh my God, you have no idea how much we missed him.” I was wiping tears from my eyes.
“Oh, I might have a clue.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
As I was wiping my nose on the sleeve of my sweatshirt, I realized that the man standing at my door was gorgeous.
“Can I…let me give you some money or something. You have no idea how happy you just made my daughter.”
“No, that's ok. Just happy to help.”
“Thank you.”
There was something about the way he looked at me with his eyes. My stomach fluttered. I wanted to invite him in, and the fact that I wanted to do that upset me.
I thanked him. I didn’t even ask him for his name. I’ll admit that I even closed the door on him a little more abruptly than I meant to.
All three of us shared my bed that night. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.
-
A couple weeks went by and then I saw him again, the man who had found Feivel. He was sitting in the park with his back against a tree, reading a book. Casey and I had been taking turns throwing a frisbee for Feivel, and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I decided that I would thank him again and apologize for being so awkward.
As I walked closer, I took in every detail. I was sure he was a few years younger than I was and he looked very athletic. His glasses rested on the tip of his nose as he read from The Winter of Our Discontent; Steinbeck has always been my favorite author.
Feivel must have seen him just as I was about to say something because he reached the man before I did. I could hear Casey calling for me.
“Hold on honey. Give me a second.”
Feivel was all over the man and he was laughing at the writhing whining beast who was trying its best to lick every inch of his face.
“Feivel, don’t be rude.”
“No, it's fine. I’m glad he remembers me.”
“Yeah. Wow, he really remembers you.” Feivel was so excited that he started to whimper and expose his tummy. “Feivel! Have some self respect!”
The man stood up next to me. My stomach was fluttering again and I could not stop looking at his eyes.
“Hey, I have to apologize about…uh the way I kinda shut my door in your face.” He laughed.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“Mommy?” Casey had run up behind me and was partially hiding herself behind my leg while she stared at the man. “Mommy?”
“This is my daughter Casey.”
“Hello Casey.”
“Hello.”
“My name’s Stephen.” Casey stayed behind my leg.
“It’s ok honey. Tell him your name.”
“I’m Casey and this is my mom. Her name is Katherine.”
“Well…you’re a very pretty girl and it’s very nice to meet you.” I noticed that his eyes started to tear up while he was looking at my Casey. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. He was clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. She just… reminds me of my niece. We lost her a few years ago.”
We talked for a while that day. Every time he looked over at Casey, I swore that he was on the verge of tears.
-
It didn’t take very long at all; I was hooked. Feivel was hooked. Eventually, even Casey was hooked.
I tried to take it slow. I didn’t want to date anyone. I wasn’t over James and I knew it, but I just wanted to be around this man and I honestly could not explain what it was at the time. I always wanted him at the house, so he was there all the time. I loved it when he looked at me.
For the most part, he was great, but there were some things that were off. There were things I should have paid more attention to, but again, there was something about him that made me feel like I needed him.
He would kiss me with his eyes open every time, and even though the way he kissed me was great, something about it still gave me the creeps. I would crack my eyes open sometimes in the hopes that he had stopped doing it. Every time I saw those eyes staring back at me, I felt uneasy. I had only ever been with James, so I thought maybe some guys just did that, even though all of my friends thought it was weird too.
He also did things when he would come over that would raise the hairs on the back of my neck. Maybe that description is a little too harsh for what I was thinking at the time, but it fits now.
He would move things around the house. The toilet paper would be folded in that terrible triangle every time. James used to do that. He would also randomly adjust my coffee cups in the cabinet so the handles all faced the same way. Again, something my James used to do.
I had no idea what he did for a living, he told me he was in construction, but I had no idea who he worked for. He had never invited me over to his house, nor did he ever talk about his family.
My friends told me that I needed to relax and just enjoy myself. I admit, for the most part he seemed like the almost perfect guy. It was almost like he knew everything about me.
-
It was three months before he stayed overnight. I had Casey stay over at my mother’s house because it didn’t feel right to have her there.
We tried to be intimate, but I felt dirty. He said it was fine. He stayed anyway.
In the middle of the night I rolled over and cracked my eyes open. He was in the rocking chair in the corner. The moon was illuminating his eyes while he looked out the window. I thought I was dreaming for a minute.
“I know you’re awake…Katherine…Katherine?”
I didn’t say anything. I pretended to sleep. He turned his face to me and smiled. His eyes were so wide and bright.
“Katherine?”
I never went back to sleep that night. I just laid there for a while going back and forth from feeling like I was betraying my husband to feeling like I was an idiot who should just enjoy having a relationship with someone.
Around four in the morning, I had finally begun to drift off to sleep, but Stephen started making noises.
I rolled over and realized that his eyes were wide open. I was going to say something, but he was asleep. I waved my hand in front of his face to make sure.
He began to grunt and his body would shake every now and then. He was having a bad dream and his open eyes began darting back and forth.
“Get out of my head…” He whispered it twice. “Fuck you…out of my head…Mine now…”
It was too much to take. I quietly slid off of the bed and backed my way out of the room. Just as I made it to my door, his eyes moved and focused on me. He was still asleep, but it was like his eyes were watching me just the same.
I walked downstairs. He continued to talk in his sleep for over an hour. I was pretty sure right then that I had to break it off, or at least really slow down. I just didn’t feel right. And to be honest, I was a little creeped out.
-
I was drinking my coffee in the kitchen and thinking about what I was going to say when something caught my eye. Casey’s pictures of our family on the fridge looked different.I got up and took a closer look. James had been changed in every picture. He didn’t have short hair anymore, it was full and he was also wearing glasses. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a terrible lump in my throat. I wondered what this man had said to my daughter to convince her to remove her father from the pictures. I was done.
A few minutes later, he came downstairs in a rush. He was wearing a black Flogging Molly t-shirt. James’ favorite shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Good morning! I forgot to turn on the alarm! I’m going to be late for work!”
“Stephen, why are you wearing that shirt?”
“I found it in your closet.”
“But why are you wearing it?”
“Well in case you forgot, I ripped the one I was wearing last night.”
“That’s my husband’s shirt.”
“Oh come on, he’s not going to be wearing it anytime soon. I gotta go, I’ll see you after work.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I backed away. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think this is going to work out.”
“What?”
“I think we need to take a break.”
“Over a t-shirt?”
“There’s…there’s a lot of things Stephen.”
“Are you being fucking serious with me right now?” His voice raised, something I had not yet experienced with him. Something in my head told me to back away from him, so I did. I backed right up against the counter within reach of my knives. It made me feel better.
“I think so.”
“But I don’t want to do that. Tell me what I did and I’ll fix it. I’ll take off the shirt. Katherine…please.” I looked right into his eyes. I thought maybe I was overreacting, but the pictures, messing with my daughter to erase her father, that was the breaking point.
“Please leave.”
The kindness in his face fell away to an ugliness that made me start to tremble. He noticed it. A smile slowly started to rise and it looked like he was going to take a step closer. I rested my hand on the counter behind me, inches from the knife block. He halted and stood still.
“Feivel!” My dog ran into the kitchen at the sound of my voice and looked back and forth between us. I could tell that he sensed the tension. Feivel walked over to my side and just looked back at Stephen without making a sound.
“Are you going to sick the dog on me? Are you crazy or something?”
“Stephen, I just want you to leave.”
“I thought I did everything right.” He let out a sigh. “I had all the answers. I know everything about you and I still can’t make it work. This cannot be my fault…it’s not…it’s your fault! Why are you doing this?!”
“Leave. Now.”
“Ok…I just…” He started laughing and looked down. He tapped my husband's shirt. “Well…shit… I tried to fuck Katherine, and all I got was this lousy tshirt…is that how this going to end?” He just stared at me. I wouldn’t answer him. “I don’t think so. You’re going to change your mind.” He turned and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.
After he left, I locked all of the doors and called my mother. I told her what happened and not to take Casey to daycare. I told her that I would be able to pick her up in just a little bit. I called all my friends and let them know what happened. I basically wanted to hear other people tell me that Stephen was nuts and in the event that something happened to me, I wanted people to know where to look first.
I ripped all of Casey’s drawings off of the fridge and crumpled them up and threw them away.
I walked back upstairs to get dressed and I noticed other things.
I had only kept a few clothes that belonged to my husband and some of them were missing. I had a small jewelry box on the bathroom counter, and most of the rings and necklaces that James had given me were also missing. I walked through the house and began to notice random little things were missing here and there and the only thing they all had in common were that they were gifts given to me by James.
-
Before I picked up Casey at my mother’s, I called the police to see if anything could be done, even though I was pretty sure that I knew the answer. Other than being a creep and a thief, Stephen actually hadn’t done anything. There was nothing the police could do.
I took Casey to the park to explain to her why Stephen wouldn’t be around anymore. Feivel was sitting next to her in the backseat. I started by asking her about her drawings.
“I didn’t change them.”
“Casey, honey, I saw them this morning. They’re changed. You changed the way daddy looks.”
“But I didn’t mommy. I wouldn’t do that. Maybe Stephen did it.”
“You think Stephen took your crayons and changed your drawings?”
“Maybe. He thought he was going to be my new daddy anyway, so maybe he thought it was a good idea.”
“Wait. Who said he was going to be your new daddy?”
“He did. He said it lots.”
When we got to the park, I made sure Casey stayed right next to me. We started throwing the frisbee down by the river so Feivel could play in the water if he wanted. I asked her some more questions about Stephen and anything else he might have said to her. It didn’t sound like he had said much more.
We were about to leave when Casey started waving at something.
“Look Mommy, it’s Stephen!”
He was standing on the other side of the river, and he was waving back to us. He was wearing a button up shirt and a pair of jeans that both belonged to my husband. He was smiling at me.
“Mommy?”
“Yes?”
“Are you mad at Stephen or something?”
“Yes honey. I don’t think we’re going to be talking to Stephen anymore. I think he needs to go away.” I reached down and scooped up my daughter and began to walk back toward our car.
“We’re going home. Come on Feivel! Feivel?” My dog had been staring at Stephen and he still hadn’t moved. “Feivel, come!”
Stephen whistled and that was enough for Feivel. He jumped into the river and began swimming toward the other side. I called after him over and over, but he eventually made it to the other side and ran over to Stephen. He gave me one last wave before he reached down and clipped a leash onto Feivel’s collar. He turned around and started to walk away.
I ran back to the car and put Casey in her car seat as fast as I could and I drove to the parking lot on the other side of the river, but by the time I got there, he was gone with our dog.
-
I filled out a report with the police and tried to get a restraining order.
“Ok, so here’s the problem. You said his name was Stephen Tasavo?”
“That’s right.”
“Ok look. This is not going to make you feel any better, but this man doesn’t exist.”
“What?!”
“He gave you a false name, Miss. Couldn’t find anybody by that name fitting his description. You got him on social media anywhere? Does he have any friends?”
“I…I don’t know. I don’t have any of that crap. Social media I mean. I guess I just…never asked him about any of it. We’ve only been seeing each other for a few months.”
“Well, from the pictures you took on your phone, we know what he looks like. We’re going to keep an eye out for him, whoever he is. I suggest you keep your doors locked and inform the people at your daughter’s school. If there’s anywhere else you can go, I don’t think that would be a bad idea.”
I went home that night anyway. Casey was a mess after Stephen took Feivel and I thought that it would be a mistake if I didn’t give her some sense of normalcy. I had four friends stay with me that night.
-
A month later I got a call from a number that I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Don’t hang up the phone Katherine. Feivel really wants to hear your voice.”
“You sick fuck! Give me back my dog!” He was quiet for a moment.
“I've got you on speaker and you’re saying nasty things like that. He can hear everything you’re saying. Can’t you?! Can’t you?! Who’s a bugaboo doggie?! Who’s da doggie?!”
“Stephen…I’ll do whatever you want…please just give him back to me.”
“Come on Katherine. I know you know that’s not my name.”
“What is your name?”
“You know, I thought I had to become someone else to be with you. But I don’t think so. I’m going to like you getting to know the real me.”
“Please just give me my dog.”
“I’m going to make you see that it was destiny that your husband died. I’m going to make you see that his death was what it took to bring us together.”
“You son of a bitch!”
“Anyway, I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone.
I called the police, and after that night, I didn’t hear anything from Stephen for two months. Two months of looking over my shoulder. Two months of waiting.
I bought a gun. I kept it in the drawer of my bedside table. I wasn’t taking any chances.
-
I woke up with a start in the middle of the night and I heard the sound of muffled whining. I sat up in bed and looked around my bedroom before I grabbed the gun and got up. I walked to my window and noticed that it was slightly open. I looked down into the backyard.
Smoke was pouring out from underneath the closed lid on the grill. It looked like something was tied around the handles in order to keep it shut. I ran downstairs to the patio door. I opened it and held the gun in front of me. The smell of something burning was making me sick to my stomach. Something was crying out inside of the grill, frantically trying to get out. My heart sank as I realized that it was Feivel’s collar tied around the handle.
I screamed and grabbed the hose and turned it on. I lunged for the lid of the grill and I burned my hands as I tore away the collar from the handles.
I threw the top to the grill open and sprayed the hose inside. Feivel leapt out of the grill and down onto the brick patio. I soaked him with the hose. A belt had been tied around his muzzle. I ripped it off of his face and kept the water on him.
I turned to look back at the house. I didn’t want to leave him, but I realized that I had left my phone upstairs. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but then I had a hard time making any sound when I saw what was on the patio table. There was a bottle of whiskey on it with two glasses that had already been poured. There was a note on the table.
“It’s Friday Night! Time to BBQ!”
There was also something else on the table. A small fake rock. James and I had always kept it hidden amongst the other rocks in the backyard.It had a small compartment on the underside where we kept a spare key to our house. Stephen was in our house.
I looked back down to Feivel. I was left with the awful decision of having to leave my dog. He was gasping for air, but he was still alive. I had to get to Casey to make sure she was safe.
“Feivel, I’m sorry!” I left the hose laying across him and I ran back inside.
As I ran up the stairs, I saw that Casey’s door was closed and as I reached out for the knob, I heard a familiar noise coming from my room. The sound of a rocking chair. I cracked open Casey’s door and I could see that she was still asleep in her bed.
“Kaaaatheriiiiine…”
I closed the door and held the gun in front of me as I walked into my room.
The man I knew as Stephen was rocking in my husband's chair, wearing my husband’s clothes, and holding a house key that only myself and my husband knew about.
“I’ve missed you so much.” I raised the gun without saying a word. My hand was shaking. He was smiling and rocking back and forth. “You’re not going to shoot me.”
“Goodbye Stephen.” I pulled the trigger and nothing happened but a dry snap. I pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened.
“If you held that thing more often, you could probably tell that it’s just a little heavier when it has bullets in it.”
I lunged for my bedside table and pulled the drawer open. The small box of bullets was gone.
“I unloaded it while you were asleep.” He stood up. I ran for Casey’s door, but he caught me before I could open it. I felt his hand go over my mouth and he picked me up by my shoulders. I struggled as he carried me closer to the top of the stairs.
“I’ve watched you sleep for so many nights now, just wondering how I could get you back. But I think there might not be any saving of what we had.” He hit me across the face and threw me down the stairs.
I heard my ankles snap when I hit the floor, and I screamed. His footsteps were quiet as he started walking down the stairs.
“We could have had a life together. I really wanted that. I even put something on the grill, but then you went and ruined that too.”
“Mommy?!” Casey had run out of her bedroom and was at the top of the stairs looking down on us. Stephen was just a few steps away from me. I started to crawl along the floor toward the kitchen.
“Go back to your room Casey. You’re mother and I are fighting.”
“Casey! Get Mommy’s phone and call for help!” I screamed, as I pulled myself along the floor and into the kitchen. All I could think of was getting to the block of knives.
“Where do you think you're going off to? Wait, I know…”
Stephen ran around me and to the kitchen counter. He picked up the block of knives and spilled them on the floor. “Come and get ‘em Katherine.”
He walked back over and stood over me while I crawled toward the knives. He was laughing.
“To think, if someone hadn’t killed your husband, none of this would have happened.”
I tried to shut his voice out of my head as I crawled forward. I was getting closer.
“You know the person who hit him did actually stop for a moment…just a moment…he opened his car door and almost ran over to help, but then something stopped him. Did you know that?”
He’s lying Kathering. Keep moving.
“I was there. If I close my eyes, I can still see the whole thing. If that guy had helped instead of just driving away, maybe James would have survived and what I’ve had with you and Casey… all that would never have been.”
I was right in front of the pile of knives. I reached out and then he stomped on my hand. I felt bones break. He leaned down, grabbed me, and turned me over to look at him. He was crying.
“I still think it was destiny that brought us together, but I was wrong about you. You don’t have any place in our family. Me and Casey. I’m going to take her far away from here. She’s mine now.” Tears were pouring out of his eyes and he was trying to blink them away, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
“Son of a bitch! Stop it! Stop it!” He rubbed at his eyes with one hand. “She’s mine now!”
I brought my knee up as hard as I could between his legs and he dropped me to the floor. He fell to his knees right next to me. I could hear sirens outside.
I reached out and grabbed the largest knife. I raised it over my head, but before I could swing it down, he grabbed my wrist and started to squeeze. I felt my grip start to loosen and I was afraid that I was going to drop the knife. He started to laugh as the sirens were getting closer.
“Looks like it’s time we get things over with.”
I felt his body slam against mine, and at first I had no idea what had happened, but then Stephen began to scream and I could hear Feivel growling behind him.
Feivel had managed to fit his jaws around the back of Stephen’s neck and buried his teeth to the gums. He was pulling Stephen away from me; blood poured down either side of his throat.
I tightened my grip on the knife and I pushed it into Stephen’s stomach over and over and over again. Feivel eventually let go of Stephen, and as I continued to plunge the knife into the mushy mess I had made, my dog limped over and started to whimper.
As Stephen lay there gasping for breath, I stared at his eyes. They were staring back at me and he was no longer weeping. I felt crazy, but his eyes looked kind. They looked happy.
-
“How are you feeling now?” I remember the detective had this perfect voice. A Paul Winfield voice. Had the things he was about to tell me weren’t so terrible, I would probably only remember how beautiful that voice was.
“I can’t walk, but they’ve got me so drugged up that I don’t mind very much. I’m going to be able to go home tomorrow. Or…to my mother’s at least.”
“How’s your daughter doing?”
“She’s good. She’s staying with my mother.”
“I hear that hero dog is going to pull through.”
I smiled. Tears started coming up thinking of Feivel sitting somewhere without me while he was going through all this.
“He’s not going to be a hundred percent, but he’s going to have a good life. He deserves it.”
“Ok. Now for the unpleasant stuff. We finally got some answers on who this guy is. Was, excuse me. His name is Joshua Linder. He’s been keeping a small apartment only a mile away from your house for the last three years. It looks like he’s been watching you the whole time. All kinds of things all over his apartment.”
“Did he kill James?”
“No. He couldn't have. Up until three years ago he lived across the country from you. Even then, there was no way he was driving the car that killed your husband. He was legally blind.”
“What?”
“Not completely blind, but may as well have been. That is his connection to you, and to your late husband I’m afraid.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You said he knew things he shouldn’t have right?”
“Yes.”
“Where the spare key was, um… certain things you shared with your late husband, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Katherine, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it. You are aware that your husband was an organ donor, were you not?”
“Yeah.”
“It seems that uh… Mr. Linder was the recipient of your husband’s corneas after your husband passed. Now how he found out about you, we have no idea. There’s some kind of phenomenon that’s called cellular memory that frankly I think is…”
He kept talking, but the only thing on my mind were Stephen’s eyes.
-
My little family of three moved far away from home. We now have a house next to my husband’s parents where Casey can get to know her father’s parents and Feivel can go on walks with me while I pull him in his wagon when he gets too tired. I try not to think too much of what happened, but I still have trouble sleeping.

The movie begins with a string of gruesome murders in a small town, each victim found with their devices hacked and their personal information leaked. The local police are stumped, and the community becomes increasingly frightened as the killer's methods become more and more sophisticated.
Enter Detective Kate Roberts, a skilled investigator with a background in cybercrime. She is determined to catch the killer and sets out to use her knowledge of hacking to track down the culprit. As she delves deeper into the case, she discovers that the killer is using advanced techniques to cover their tracks, making it nearly impossible to trace their identity.
As the body count rises, Detective Roberts becomes increasingly obsessed with the case. She spends countless hours pouring over data and tracking down leads, but every time she thinks she's getting close to the killer, they slip through her fingers.
The twist comes when the killer starts to reach out to Detective Roberts directly. They send her cryptic messages, taunting her with their knowledge of her personal life and challenging her to catch them. The killer seems to be one step ahead of the detective at every turn, and she begins to question whether she can really outsmart them.
As the killer's messages become more and more personal, Detective Roberts starts to suspect that someone close to her may be involved. She becomes increasingly paranoid and starts to push away her friends and family as she becomes more entrenched in the case.
In a dramatic final showdown, Detective Roberts finally comes face to face with the killer. But just as she's about to apprehend them, they reveal a shocking twist - they're not the real killer. They were hired by someone else to distract the police and cover up the real killer's tracks. The true killer has been watching the investigation from afar, using the chaos to carry out their own sinister plans.
The movie ends with Detective Roberts realizing that she has been played. She's left with no closure, no answers, and a sense of unease that the real killer is still out there, watching and waiting for their next opportunity to strike. Despite her best efforts, the killer remains at large, and the community is left wondering if they'll ever be safe again.

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Almost 5’5 Tiny hands and size 5 shoe Very delicate bones and tiny wrists I always get told how small and petite I am even at my highest weights I’m breastfeeding so boobs are deflated when my milk is gone but usually a double d
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Short arms and legs? Small head Thin neck Lines that would make a dramatic look amazing make me look awful (the black romper makes me look even shorter) Lines that make a classic look amazing make me look awful. Ex: tailored blazers make me look so bad. I’ve always dreamed of making them work but no matter what they don’t. Medium tapered shoulders Hips are rounded slightly but not much Idk about my vertical line My cheeks are fleshy, small narrow nose, small eyes, eyes close together, high cheekbones and very sharp jaw from the side but from the front it looks round Average lips aka not thin or small but not lip filler huge

Hello everyone! This is kind of an exciting post to make. I'm about to start college in a few months and have been interested in getting a Ph.D. for a while now. I've spent years working on my college applications to study in the United States and have a better shot of getting into grad school abroad straight after college. That's the plan but honestly just studying abroad is a good reason to apply to colleges outside of your home country. I'm interested in the life sciences, mainly biochemistry, genetics, and/or other fields related to translational med. I started off wanting to be a surgeon as a kid, then a physician-scientist as a teen, and honestly, now I'm leaning more toward the scientist than the physician. It's been tough applying to colleges but things have paid off! I think I might head to Amherst this Fall to start a BA in Biochemistry. I know I still have plenty of time before grad school applications, but what should I start doing/researching now to ease myself into this process?
I'm really acquainted with the American college admissions system but I know practically nothing about graduate school. I know what stipends are, that the GRE is essentially my new SAT, and that the quality of my Ph.D. program will largely depend on my advisors. That's about it. Also, If I'm an international student, is it really feasible to aim toward a fully funded Ph.D. in the US? I'm assuming most funding opportunities are reserved for citizens, so I'm kinda freaked out by that.

Hi all 👋
I was diagnosed with Graves in 2017 & it’s been well controlled with Tapazole since. I’m now down to a very low dose of 2.5mg twice per week. My thyroid receptor Ab has been normal since 2018.
Ive also had thyroid nodules since 2017. I have an ultrasound every year. 8 months ago one of the nodules in the isthmus area showed high risk characteristics (Tirads 5). It wasn’t >1cm so they just recommended monitoring.
I had a follow up ultrasound today and it is now over 1cm, still TIRADS 5 so I am booked in for an ultrasound guided biopsy.
Has anyone had a similar situation? Can TIRADS 5 come back benign?

For anyone who has gotten an IUD inserted with sedation, what was your experience like?
I have a history of vaginismus. It’s gotten better over time with lots of work, and I CAN have PIV sex, but it takes a lot of time, patience, and prep. So I’m looking into places that offer sedation for insertion, which unfortunately is difficult to find even in a major metropolitan area…
I’ve been under twilight sedation once before when I had a biopsy. I was sleepy, but definitely could still follow everything that was going on around me, and I remember everything. This is a concern I have— that I would still be conscious enough to get freaked out, and would unconsciously clench up.
So if you’re had an IUD inserted (particularly a copper IUD) with sedation, how aware were you? How much pain did you experience?

I started dashing at 2:30 PM (Eastern) and did not get a single offer until 4 o'clock. Then, it was nonstop offers, and now it's been over an hour since my last offer. Are the customers still able to place orders? Is every driver having this issue or is it just some of us?

Hey all, first time posting on here. Sorry it’s a bit long.
Last spring, I started dating a girl who was an exchange student from Japan. We had an amazing 9 months together in person before she went back to Japan last December. We were able to open up to each other like never before, and time flew when I was with her. It felt so natural. We mutually saw a future together and our love was deep. We made about as many memories as possible within 9 months. I graduated in December and secured a teaching job in Japan (always planned on this) and I will be departing next month.
Long distance was even more difficult than we expected, especially with different time zones. I was also going through a strange time in my life, moving back in with my parents after college and not having much of a community. I felt lonely and depressed for a while and lost myself. I felt like I was just waiting around for the next step in waiting on the visa process and working a boring job at home. I told her about this and she said she would love and support me through the hard times no matter what. We video called a few times but didn’t have much to talk about since we were both just going to work and chilling at home home without much else going on in our lives. It was difficult to transition from living 5 minutes away from each other and being able to see each other anytime without much of a texting relationship.
I made a big mistake when she went on a trip to Hawaii with her family. Even though she always tried to cheer me up and I should have known how much she loved and cared about me, in a moment of weakness, I texted her during her family trip about how sad and lonely I was. She replied with a simple “I hope you feel better”. And I asked why she didn’t try harder to make me feel better. I regret this immensely and can’t explain why I would have done this. The next day, I thought she was ignoring me when she left my messages on read all day. She was actually on an international flight home and I didn’t know about it. When she got home, she wanted to talk. I profusely apologized and deeply regret putting that sort of pressure on her and getting in the way of family time. We almost broke up but she decided to give me another chance. She said in that moment, she could only see that bad part of me. She apologized and said that since there are still so many parts of me that she loves, she didn’t want to let this go.
However, we didn’t really talk about the specifics of what happened enough. I asked her what needs to change and she said she didn’t want to nitpick. The week that followed was a little bit awkward and distant. I said some dumb stuff like “I’m having trouble trusting that you still love me”.
A week later, I noticed she archived an instagram post with me in it and followed some random dude from a language exchange app she had talked about using recently. I brought it up over text and not in a very careful way. She understood my concern and it was truly a misunderstanding as she was just reorganizing her instagram. She put the post back up. We called later and she said she wasn’t feeling confident about our relationship. She still was having trouble forgetting the “bad parts” of me from before. She also stepped away from the call for a while to talk to her parents. She came back and said her decision was final and ended things. Still, she seemed very conflicted and cried more than I did. She said she never loved someone like me and had the best year of her life with me.
We called a week later and talked some more. I read her a letter I wrote about how much our relationship meant to me and tried to be specific in apologizing for what I did wrong. She cried and I could see her second guessing when I asked for another chance. She said no as things are, noting that we just aren’t good at long distance and not wanting to continue right now with unsure feelings. She couldn’t deny that she still had feelings.
Then, we tried being friends right away. Big mistake. I should have taken the time to cool off. I got her to agree to another video chat a week later and said it would be casual with no emotional talk. We were able to talk naturally for 3 hours. She agreed to see me in Japan. in the end I couldn’t resist asking if she could see us trying in Japan again. Big change in tone, she was noticeably choked up and bothered by this and said she doesn’t know and can’t think about that right now. She was upset because I said we wouldn’t talk about anything related to what happened, but agreed to call me next week.
We talked again for hours and it was fine until I fucked up and talked a lot about past memories and about the breakup again. I was still confused and looking for closure. She got mad and said she couldn’t keep video chatting with me and trying the friends thing with these feelings. She could sense my love and care despite me agreeing to friends with no pressure or expectations and said it was too heavy for her right now. She reaffirmed that she needs time apart and said there’s no point in this breakup if nothing changes. She said she can’t promise that she will see me in Japan now.
I messaged a mutual friend and got some additional information about how she was worried about clinginess and not being able to spend as much time together in Japan with school, work, family, friends compared to when we lived 5 minutes from each other. I think during our fight I gave the impression that I would get in the way of other aspects of life. Long distance, we both showed a little bit of clinginess about long reply times due to time difference. When we were in person, we put school first and had plenty of time with family and friends while supporting and encouraging each other and spent weekends together. We didn’t really text much outside of I love yous and making plans to hang out in person.
I basically did everything you shouldn’t do after a breakup and was clearly trying hard to hold on to what we had before, so I understand her feelings. Now, I am full force focusing on myself and although our text conversation is still open and we still follow each other on everything and look at each other’s stories almost immediately, I am trying a month of no contact. I wish I did it from the get-go. I will continue going to the gym every day and reflecting, not for her but for me.
Still, I can’t help but hope I can get a fresh start with her. We fell apart during long distance and I did fuck up but we mutually feel that we had the most amazing time together in person. Breakups happen for a reason and I have never thought about trying again with someone but I truly feel like she’s special. I am planning on texting her after I get to Japan and seeing if she is open to dinner. Looking for any advice or reads on the situation.
TLDR; This was my first attempt at long distance with a girl I had an amazing 9 months with in person. I was going through personal issues, we had fights for the first time, and I feel there was a lot of misunderstandings and communication failures. I am wondering about trying again in the future after a month of no contact, working on myself, and closing the distance.

Over the past couple of days someone, who will remain nameless, who's a close friend finally admitted to me that he(20M) likes me(19F). Mainly started cause he got drunk and I was sober and he wouldn't leave me alone. He stays with me sometimes because of living situations and my current boyfriend (25M) knows. Well recently is when my friend told me he likes me, and I woke up one morning to him kissing on me and it led to him touching me. I never even got to say much cause I was just waking up and I couldn't process much. Now I have no idea what to even do because he was supposed to be like a brother and roommate. I think he may be capitalizing on issues me and my bf are having currently. I have been with my boyfriend for over 2 years now and despite issues are still together. Idk what to do or even where to begin. I'm just worries this is all my fault and I'm ruining everything. He officially told me cause we were fucking around like brother and sister fighting and he kissed me. I didn't kiss back and had no idea wtf to do, but here I am.

A few years ago on the PS4 I played the first game, on my 3rd playthrough I think, with a walkthrough and got all the firefly pendants and stuff, but didn’t get the all artifacts trophy. Now on PS5 (but not the new remaster of the game) I played again with the Polygon walkthrough and still didn’t get it. Is there a really great walkthrough with all of the shiv doors, Ellie jokes, and everything included? Polygon didn’t include the shiv doors or Ellie jokes in-line with the artifacts walkthrough. Nor did it tell me where enough parts were that I could fully upgrade all my weapons.
Also, any chance if I buy the newest remaster of the game for PS5, the trophy isn’t as glitched?

Even though God is a loving God, he hates everything that is evil (lying, stealing, murder, etc). Since he hates evil and judges it, he is a good and righteous God. However, he understands that hell is eternal punishment and no one could pay the debt of sin. Thus, he sent his only son, Jesus, to atone for the sins of mankind. So that all who accept him will be saved from hell. Now the question is why do some people still end up in Hell? People end up in hell because they failed to repent and change their ways of living while on earth, so they face the consequence. Jesus mentioned hell as a way of warning people, not scaring them, of the impending punishment they will face so that they will confess their sins and be righteous.