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Hey hi. Im on a quest of surviving my shift and could use another traveler as a company Im stuck in work and have 3 hours left from my shift and its getting really boring. I would appreciate if anybody wanna keep this guy awake talking about, well really anything.
So little about me. I love videogames, I tend to get lost in the worlds they offer really really quick. Apart from that I have lot of hobbies though. I tried lot of things and My interests really stretch out. Before you ask why quick chat let me answer it here. From my experience the conversations hold for 2 max 3 days and then its getting really dry answers. I find it much more interesting and enjoyable to quick chat. But if everything go great, we can ofcourse continue.
So hit me up and ask anything 🙌

I am an commercial/electrician so this is my viewpoint from being in the trades.
My dad just got ripped off by Action plumbing on a water heater. Of course he didn’t ask me what I thought of their estimate but he paid 2.5 to 3 times what he should have.
So here are my tips not to get ripped off and find guys you can trust.

1. Never use any of these “contractors” who advertise on the radio, tv, hometown values, etc. I am talking anyhour, anytime, action, mister sparky, black diamond etc. Their employees are paid on commission. They want to sell you things you don’t need. They want to replace instead of repair.
   
2. The guys you want to find are small shops. They don’t advertise in big type media because the overhead is huge. They are usually on page 2 or 3 of google.
   

For service calls they usually charge an hourly rate instead of flat rate.

1. Always ask for options like good better and best especially for a high cost item like your furnace and AC.
   
2. It is always a good idea to find guys you trust before you are in a dire need, like a furnace going out in the middle of winner.
   

Take hvac for example. My unit runs fine but I already now the guy I will call if it needs to be replaced because I hired him to do a small service job. I basically gave him a tiny audition to see if he was the sleazy sales type. He was wasn’t. He was on time, he charged a fair price, and told me what to look out for if the unit started to have problems.

1. For big ticket items always get a scope of work and exclusions.
   
2. It always better to plan ahead. Emergencies do happen and stuff breaks but if your water heater is older than 10 years than it is better to plan ahead and start getting bids so you can replace it on your terms.
   
3. Unless you trust the guy always get multiple bids. Don’t let anyone pressure you.
   
4. Go to the trades subreddits and ask around and see if those guys have recommendations for contractors in your area.
   
5. Don’t get screwed but please value our work. If an electrician charges $125 an hour he isn’t making that on the check. That would be like you buying $125 dollars worth of groceries and thinking the clerk or the grocery store is putting all of that in their pocket.
   
6. Don’t fall for the low dollar “tune ups” for $40. You are basically paying them for a lead and a high pressure sale. No legit contractor can charge this and make money.
   

I hope that helps and feel free to add any.

Hey hi. Im on a quest of surviving my shift and could use another traveler as a company Im stuck in work and have 3 hours left from my shift and its getting really boring. I would appreciate if anybody wanna keep this guy awake talking about, well really anything.
So little about me. I love videogames, I tend to get lost in the worlds they offer really really quick. Apart from that I have lot of hobbies though. I tried lot of things and My interests really stretch out. Before you ask why quick chat let me answer it here. From my experience the conversations hold for 2 max 3 days and then its getting really dry answers. I find it much more interesting and enjoyable to quick chat. But if everything go great, we can ofcourse continue.
So hit me up and ask anything 🙌

I currently work at a retail pharmacy and am very tired. I’m a part time pharmacy technician and have been working as a tech for the last 6 months. As a part timer I work 40-42 hours a week. I’m almost ready to pursue my certification. I live near a military base and all the nearby pharmacies cut off tricare which is the insurance everyone in the military uses. With this change our daily prescriptions have quadrupled and many techs have quit. I’m looking for a way out, but the only nearby pharmacies hiring are Walgreens and cvs that’s a big nope. Has anyone tried virtual pharmacy jobs and what are they like?

My brother passed away at 24 years old early Wednesday morning/late Tuesday night. I don’t want to share the details, but he basically had a drug overdose unintentionally.
He suffered with drug addiction issues and severe mental health problems. Borderline personality, schizo type personality disorder, anxiety/depression, etc.
He suffered through so much in this life but under all of his issues that made him a hard person to deal with, he was the most amazing and kindhearted person. He was so selfless and all he wanted was to give to other people. I always thought he didn’t have many friends, but I reached out on his discord to make sure his online friends knew about it, and their responses were so much more than I would’ve imagined. They made a discord channel just for him and the words they are sharing are beautiful. Some of them were his best friends for yeaaaars.
One person beautifully said “his heart was so big and full he often didn’t save enough love for himself. He shined so incredibly bright that he had to absorb so much darkness to compensate”
I wish he knew how much everyone loved him.
Our local community have been the best supporters and raised over $25,000 for our family to cover funeral costs and medical bills.
He was such a protective older brother and just wanted the best for me and my two younger sisters. I miss the conversations we would have.
I feel terrible because there is someone who lives locally who he has known since childhood that he hadn’t spoken to or been close to for years. Just a few weeks ago they started reconnecting and even got close. My brother told me he was really enjoying the time they hung out together and even considered him a best friend. My brother even rode a bike and we heard him laughing when they got back. my brother hadn’t laughed like that in years. They were supposed to hang out on Tuesday and his friend canceled and it’s been really hard on him knowing they could’ve hung out one last time and maybe it would’ve changed the decisions made that night.
My brother has always been up and down in terms of his stability, and sometimes he will be great and some days he will be very suicidal. It was tricky to balance his medication because he would be stable and then take too many and run out for the month sometimes only a week in.
However his last week or so on this Earth he was so optimistic about life which makes it that much harder to deal with the loss. He was so excited to get a job that he walked for hours along the main road and applied to everything he could. He was excited to start training to be an EMT as that has been something he was dreaming to achieve for years. I don’t care if you’re religious or not but I do believe we were given that last week of happiness so he could go out not having suffered. I also believe that regardless of what comes after death, he is in relief. Not having to deal with his mental illnesses anymore and being able to be just himself.
It was very hard to wake up at 3 am Wednesday morning and see the fire trucks outside my window flashing. It’s not the first time we had to call them for an overdose but this time I just knew. My parents said he must’ve been gone immediately after taking what he took, but it took hours to determine if an ambulance was needed.
I wasn’t here for this part but my parents said they thought he was just out like a light because that’s what would normally happen. Then he was snoring with these horrible sounds and they called a nurse who said it was probably ok, but turned out he was aspirating. They took his blood pressure and when nothing showed up on it they called an ambulance.
I woke up and ran to the hallway and saw them doing cpr on my brother. They were mentioning no pulse and I already knew. They moved him to a gurney and he had foam and vomit coming out of his mouth. I believe that he was unconscious through it all so I hope he didn’t suffer.
My mom went to the hospital after them and after trying all they could to revive him, they called his time of death around 4:11 am.
The funeral was Thursday as in my religion we bury the dead very quickly. It was so hard knowing my brothers body was feet away from me in that casket but just as a body. Not as the person who would force me to hug him and talk to me about life.
Burying your older brother or son is not something any family should have to do. Especially my 13 and 18 year old sisters. I’m 22.
I wish he had an easier life as this life wasn’t fair to him.
I love you Aaron and may you rest in peace.

I get a call from your agent to be a photographer for the new photo shoot you're wanting to do. I’m a young and upcoming photographer. They are sending us to Hawaii (the location will change depending on who you pick/what we are doing for the photo shoot) to shoot. I wake up early and start getting ready from our 4 star hotel, your team put you and me in some of the nicer suites they have, we are right next to each other in a conjoined suite but I don’t know that yet, you paid for everything since hiring me for my services. I finish getting ready and head down to the lobby from there, to (wherever we decide on the location for the shoot) Once I reach the location where we will be doing the first shoot at, I start setting up getting ready for the shoot. We are going to be here for two weeks or so. After a few minutes I see some people walk down, which are your makeup and wardrobe team, they walk into the (tent/trailer) that is set up for you. I don’t think much of it, I have almost everything ready when I hear your voice, you are talking with your assistant. I turn around and my eyes light up, you are wearing a bathrobe (it could also be clothes etc depending on what the shoot is for we can figure that out after) that is tied around you loosely showing off some cleavage, as you talk with her, you still have to go to your (tent/trailer) to get your hair and makeup done, put the (swimsuit, lingerie, going full nude, magazine shoot, music video shoot, beauty/makeup brand shoot. Your options) and put on the accessories for the shoot. I never thought that I would work with you someone I've followed on (insert social media site) I’m just 23 with not a lot of experience with celebs especially big name celebs, this is my first time working with such a big name (influencer, celebrity, model, etc)
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Howdy Everyone, let me share my first day impressions. It's been a roller coaster.
I'm a VR developer and have owned a variety of headsets. I primarily develop on a Quest2 with Airlink and SteamVR. My "daily driver" family HMD is a Vive Pro 2 with wireless and Knuckles controllers. I've been using the XR Elite since this morning.
The first 2-3 hours were terrible. The setup was fairly painless, but since I mostly wanted to use wireless PC VR, I tried that first. It was unplayable. But, the cable connection worked well. Mind you, I have a Ubiquiti Unifi setup with 2 U6 LR access points and have tested between my wired development PC and my Android phone with iPerf, consistently getting 500-600Mb/s.
Four things seemed to have completely fixed my WiFi PC VR streaming.
- I turned off "Wireless Meshing" in the UniFi network settings. This helped a lot but I still dropped frames and disconnected, especially when turning.
- I setup a dedicated 5Ghz SSID. For whatever reason, the XR Elite was band steering to 2.4Ghz on my primary SSID. This helped with the disconnects but it still dropped frames and showed bad compression blocking.
- I installed the latest Nvidia drivers and did the recommended 3D power settings, to prefer performance. I don't know that this helped, maybe a little.
- Finally, I let the HMD charge to > 60% and left it plugged into an external battery pack while I played. I don't know for sure, but suddenly my wireless PCVR _drastically_ improved, to the point where it's almost as good as wired and dare I say, better than Quest2 Airlink. I played 40 minutes of Beat Saber, NMS and my own game to be sure.
Other thoughts.
The comfort is good, and the form factor is brilliant. But it's not as comfy as I'd hoped. Like most HMD you gotta dial it in. The head strap does help. Do and redo the diopter and IPD adjustments. I think a good VR cover facial interface would help. Also the battery digs into the back of my skull but that could be remedied with a foam pad.
The Vive Port/Home is alright. I wouldn't really want to use this as a standalone HMD yet.
I played with the hand tracking, it's not as good at the Q2 IMO but it's almost as good.
The brightness and contrast are mediocre, about as good as my Q2. You can adjust them a bit in the settings.
The clarity is great. The FOV is about like my Q2. I'm not annoyed by it at all.
I notice a bit of glare and backlight, but I'm used to a VP which has an OLED.
The controllers are great, simple, comfortable. Honestly, I'm over the Valve Index controllers, the Q2 and this have good ole' VR controllers.
I did notice some issues with bindings in Skyrim. I've hacked my Skyrim to use OVR DLL's to fake Steam VR into thinking I have Oculus controllers when I have Index controllers so who knows. I'll play with the Steam VR input configuration later to hopefully fix this.
Overall I've done a complete 180 after I got the wireless streaming working. I'm pretty happy now. Hopefully it keeps working well.

Background:
I live in a large and growing metro areas. I have been picking up free and selling random items (sporting goods, furniture, bikes, etc) for the last few months. I have some skills that allow me to refurbish furniture and fix/replace some items on bicycles. Plus, I actually like the listing, marketing, haggling, selling, ect part of the process. Everything I sell is on FBMP, OfferUp, Nextdoor, etc (all face to face, no eBay). I am averaging a net profit of roughly $1k per month. Nothing to brag about, but I enjoy it.
Separately, I work for a large Fortune 500 and my wife and I do alright financially. We could always have more money, but couldn’t we all? I dont need to flip items to make the ends meet. It is fun to me.
Lastly, my mother passed away quickly from a rare form of lung cancer. My wife is just finishing winning her battle against a gnarly form of lymphoma (blood cancer) after multiple years and a stem cell transplant during the pandemic. I have a bit of a passion for hating cancer.
Idea:
I have thought about creating a not for profit that flips items and invests the profits into cancer patient/family support programs and research. I have broken the process into 4 parts:

1. Sourcing Inventory: I feel like one of the hardest parts of flipping for a $50+ profit on each sale is securing enough medium - high value inventory. People regularly give furniture and other medium - high value donations to places like Goodwill. Places like Goodwill pay inflated salaries to their executives (Each Goodwill is its own non-profit with its own CEO, however, several Goodwill CEOs make an average salary of around $500,000 per year.). Positioning this to a community in the right way would likely drive their valuable donations to donate to one where the team is working pro bono. I might be naive, but I think telling someone that is donating a bike that if they donate it to you then 100% of the profit from that bike sell will go to cancer patient support would sway them to donate that bike to you instead of a corporate not for profit. I think donators would be willing to drop off their donation instead of you driving door to door to pick up a piece or two at a time. This would help with efficiency.
2. Refurbishing Inventory: I am only one person, but I know there are others out there that have the skills to refurbish furniture or fix bikes or whatever. Especially retirees. My thought is you partner with people that want to help. You give them a piece to refurbish and a timeline for completion. You provide the supplies that are needed to quickly refurbish the project and when they are ready for another project, you supply it to them.
3. Marketing/Selling: I am handy at listing and negotiating sales so I would continue doing this. This could be expanded to others in the future if this grows to too much to handle.
4. Delivery: I would try to provide 2-3 days a week where I bring all my purchases that are supposed to happen on that day and have customers come to a central location/parking lot for pick up. Maybe offer delivery for a fee on certain items.

To be very clear, I am not looking to make a dime off of this enterprise. I want to put roughly 15-20 hours a week into it and help as many patients/families that are going through a devastating scary time in their lives.
I want to think this through as much as possible before I pull the trigger. I also dont want to get on the wrong side of the flipping community in my area.
Provide me your brutally honest opinion? Stupid idea? Doomed to failure? Am I being overly optimistic on people being willing to donate and support an organization like this? Nothing you will say will hurt my feelings.
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Edit 1: I do plan on donating the profits to established charities that have a proven track record of low internal spend (salaries) and high giving to patients/families.

Hello! The following post is something i’m never doing again and I recognize how stupid what I did is.
Last Sunday around 9AM my friends and I were inhaling out of one of the mini tanks you get from the gas station. You just twist the top and inhale. I don’t know what I did wrong but I went to take one and a load of nitrous shot into my mouth and I messed my mouth and throat up. My uvula, right tonsil, and a patch of the roof of my mouth are all now white, painful, and swollen. It is super painful to swallow and in the mornings the pain is at a 8 or 9. It has been about 58 hours since the initial incident and it is still hurting. My voice is very hoarse and it hurts to talk too. It only hurts from using my throat for swallowing or talking and the pain is consistently a scale of 7 or 8 but more leaning to eight. Doing salt water rinses here and there, drinking lots of tea, sucking on CVS sore throat lozengers (benzocaine and menthol), and using Vicks vapocool sore throat spray. Just began doing most of this yesterday. Urgent care is so expensive and I just want to heal it on my own but don’t know if it’s necessary.😒 Anyone experience this before or have any helpful information?

I remember when plex used to just be a unit and they're like little cards. I don't have too much, just a modest amount, I think they used to be around 110 plex cards, now smudged into single units.
Serious answers appreciated, what productive ways can I do with them? I think using them as a trading front, either station trading or regional, is a lot of work but I think I can make a profit when units sell each for 4.6 to 5mil each? I notice they do go back down to 4.3 but never on the 4 mil mark. Will this be too much work?
Or should I just use this to omega my account and do something else?
No not buying cosmetics. I use my real life $ for that because I do support the game too. I also think the eve store, not the new eden store, have very convincing discounts compared to new eden store.

My close friend group - all middle age adults, all parents, great, fun people, my husband and I are the only sober ones - planned a ski vacation for spring break. My family was invited but we passed, largely because it would be a lot of sitting around drinking (I don't mind others drinking at all, it's just terribly boring for more than one night). We opted for a family-only spring break to a nearby city with lots of activities, restaurants, museums etc (because life without hangovers is fucking amazing).
Wouldn't you know it, ski vaca group had a big drunken argument/misunderstanding, feelings were hurt, someone blew up, people left early, kids are upset, everyone is pissed. A lot of money to rent a house and no one even skied!
I am thankful at how much DRAMA misses me. If shit starts stirring and words start flying, that's my cue to bounce. I never wake up mad at shit I don't even remember, and I never wonder who I pissed off or who I need to apologize to. I'm over here, staying in my lane, minding my business, hydrated and rested and completely unbothered.
Another W for sobriety. IWNDWYT.

From the month we started phone calls (February, 2022), I was assured that she never felt a drop of love for this person. He had manipulated her out of her first abusive marriage—guiding her through the divorce process. Her sole source of support through a very trying time, he also would completely disappear on her when she didn't do what he asked of her. When her first divorce was finalized, he convinced her to hop onto a plane to Turkey, and marry him immediately. The faulty reasoning he gave for such a wild and ill-advised idea (that her therapist strongly urged against, saying she needed time to heal and process the dissolution of the first marriage) was that if she were to live with him, she needed to undergo a marriage ceremony to make it permissible within their faith (Islam).
When I first heard this, I already thought that this was one of the worst decisions a person could ever make for themselves. A woman of few friends, she was going to isolate herself further in a country she did not know the language to, with a man whom she'd only met once. Making another marriage commitment, fresh out of the first failed one.
Another saddening aspect to her history is that this isn't the first time. The first husband had also, years and years prior, convinced her to move to Turkey. They came back, and she processed a green card application for this man. The same thing she's now doing for this guy.
But the second marriage also didn't work out. She was there for almost two years, and was having panic attacks all of the time. Fainting in the bathroom. Stuck there due to COVID lockdowns. She and the guy were wholly incompatible. She'd mentioned how she couldn't even be intimate with him because of how tensed up he made her feel. She'd told me she wasn't attracted to him, and that she cried at the ceremony, knowing she was making a huge mistake, but was so numb and expected to go through with it, at this point, that she did. She told me things in this vein, over and over again.
How utterly numb she was over there, unfeeling, disassociating and just doing what people expected of her. Living as a scraped-out shell of herself.
She returned home to New York in July of 2021. She'd still kept up the pretense with him, of being in a stable marriage, and continued to process his green card application, but knew even by December (according to what she told me) that she did not want to return and that she could not fathom living her life with this person.
We met in January of 2022. Not in-person, yet, but right here on Reddit. Innocuous enough, at first. I had been recovering from long-COVID, with no one in my life believing me. I was searching for both love and friends to see me through the most difficult time in my entire life. She replied to one of the friendship posts, and we bonded through a shared love for music, older music in particular.
She zeroed in on me from the start, telling me later on about how she'd sifted through all my social media and talked with her cousin, her best friend, about the kind of person I was.
The conversation moved to Discord. I was streaming a lot, then. One of the foreign friends I was talking to, said I had a voice that would go perfectly with book-reading, and that I should stream myself doing it. During a lonely end to the December of 2021, I decided to give it a try. I even did one on New Year's Eve, hoping to unite all of the lost souls, who, like me, didn't have any gatherings to attend.
In February, the streams were still going strong, and she seemed to enter every single one of them—constantly there for me, constantly wanting to not only spend her time with me, but to get my attention. And there's one incident that finally made me realize just how much she felt for me.
One late night, I told her politely that I'd be playing Minecraft with somebody else (we had been messaging daily by this point in early February). She had been engaging extensively, sending me a lot of caring advice on dealing with my symptoms, but I needed to rest myself from all the texting.
It was only two hours, but it clearly hurt her. I didn't hear from her until late the next day, when she spilled out her feelings in a message she deleted only moments later. I only caught the notification preview, but the gist of it seemed to be that she felt "disposed of", discarded, and she had cried over it.
This was a shock for me. I seriously didn't think it was that grave an error to commit (it wasn't), but nevertheless, I empathized. I, too, know fully well what it's like to be completely discarded (also see: the end of this story). I certainly didn't want someone coming out of interactions with me, feeling that way. And I resolved within myself not to hurt this person again. I was beginning to develop an affinity towards her—spurred by the obvious interest, and her qualities of both acute sensitivity, and a willingness to be open and vulnerable, something I deeply value. I wanted to become her source of comfort, too. To help her feel safe in a world that can often be cruel and insensitive. That is the decision I made for myself on that day.
Later in the month, nightly phone calls began. The first time we'd spoken through voice. Well into the nights, we talked for hours, a clear close bond beginning to form. She eventually confided that she was developing feelings for me; I said the same. One night, she brought up an obligation in Turkey, unfinished personal business that she would have to take care of, soon. I froze. It sounded like another person was involved with her. Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I told her I was going to go. She was talking around it and I assumed the worst. She told me everything. And she insisted that she had no love for this person, never desired to be with him again, and that the "business" she had there was in divorcing him.
Her family's faith complicated things. Even if she was only technically legally married (i.e., not living with him for almost a year, by that point), they would not allow her to be in a relationship while the marriage contract was still in effect. She was attempting to hide even her communications with me. This is a 32-year-old woman, by the way. Her parents had always been overbearing and controlling. She was not to talk to strangers on the internet. I witnessed her being treated like a minor half her age, numerous times over the course of our relationship.
She clearly wanted to be with me, but this got in the way of it, and a few times, we parted ways. But our link just couldn't be snuffed out—we always found a way back towards one another. In mid-March, we decided, finally, to be together. We were not boyfriend and girlfriend, but we would remain in contact, and we would acknowledge our feelings, which we previously tried to put aside (which obviously cannot work; you cannot deny feelings like these).
I did have to push for it, by then. She was clear her parents wouldn't approve. But at 32 years of age, and with a divorce that wasn't even able to be set in motion—if it was a definite eventuality, wouldn't it make sense to still live your life in the meantime? Divorces can take years to go through. Grown adults don't put possible new relationships off because of a technicality. The marriage was already over in their hearts—if it ever even existed within, and not solely on paper.
I just didn't want this to slip away. She made her interest in me very obvious, and had persisted enough for me to return her feelings. She continued to feed that previously empty part of me—the part of me that never, not once in my life, had been shown real love, by any woman. I didn't want to lose her. I have been used, and discarded multiple times, by people I'd barely ever met, but who'd kept me in a misleading cycle of hope and despair. This felt real, for once. This felt like it could be something.
The phone calls evolved into something deeper, at her instigation. She'd cutely suggested falling asleep together over Discord in late March: whispering goodnights, giggling when we were both unable to fall asleep, and greeting each other first thing in the morning. It felt like a dream, to me. I had never felt so loved, cherished, valued. She went far out of her way for me, and I was willing to do the same for her. We continued this nightly ritual throughout the entirety of our relationship—breaking it, occasionally—but for the first few months afterwards, there wasn't a night we didn't spend together.
The "I love yous" came next. I was adamant that, as much as I wanted to say it, I wanted to hold off, to tell it to her in person. She couldn't control herself, and gently said it to me one night as we were falling asleep. Our bond felt cemented. Talk of meeting increased.
If you'll notice, a pattern emerges here, where every subsequent higher step in this relationship was initiated by her. The clinginess, the admission of feelings, the phone call, the nightly ritual of sleeping on the phone, and now the "I love yous". I was overjoyed to be on the receiving end of each of these, and yes, I did fight for the relationship to stick in the first place, but in hindsight, it seems ever more crueler that she could've done all this, only to completely ditch me at the end.
We were across state lines. I was in New Jersey; she in New York. I knew of a bus that could take me to Manhattan. From there, it was just a hop, skip away to where she resided. She, once again, took the real initiative. We had originally planned to meet in the summer, perhaps at a café or library or amusement park. But she was telling me she only had to take one subway to end up at the bus I was speaking of. Early April, completely out of the blue, she sent a photo of that subway, asking if she should do it? That all I had to do was answer in the affirmative, and she would. I was in the shower, but I actually had this hunch that that was going to happen. For no reason whatsoever. There was no indication. I hadn't seen the message. I just somehow knew, and I was shivering in the shower at the thought of meeting her that day. Of course, it was too late by the time I was able to reply. However, we still met, the very next week.
We met at a large and lovely park, the only escape to nature you can truly get to in my town. She looked so lonely, staring at the stream, her backpack on. I came right up to her, and the sweetest meeting of my life ensued. We both somehow seemed cut from the same cloth. Both tall, but lanky—slimmer than most examples of our respective genders. Darker hair and eyes. And kind of a sensitive, hesitant disposition. The result of too much overexposure to the deafening hostility that can strike in this world, from all directions. We walked awhile, sat on a bench and somehow managed to hold hands to quell the shyness and nervousness that we both seemed to share (though her to a much greater extent). It was surreal. The day was a dream, but a dream that extended into most of the year.
We met again only two days later. She wasted no time in instantly coming back. We baked brownies together, and, probably too much information, but we became intimate from this day on. Once again, the bond went to another level. We were both hooked on each other: emotionally, and physically.
I don't need to go into the many months we spent together. There's simply too much to say. I met her in the city, and witnessed her father scream at her on the phone, bringing her to tears for daring to spend time in Manhattan with me. According to her, the divorce was now out in the open, and all parties involved knew of its inevitability. The husband wouldn't talk to her, so nothing could even happen. He told her to just worry about herself. But the parents weren't having it.
We met every single week up to November at least twice, barring one or two where she had a surgery take place in late April. We roamed down so many paths in my own town, and all over Manhattan. Experienced more restaurants than I'm sure I have in the past five years. Went to Coldplay at MetLife Stadium; it was also the first night she stayed over, again to her parents' ire. She would continue to stay each weekend. They were the loveliest times of my life. But her parents gave her hell every time she returned. They treated her like a complete outcast, giving her the silent treatment for days on end. A grown adult capable of making her own decisions for herself, being pressured by childish, immature parents who constantly filled her head with horrible advice about trusting nobody, keeping no friends, and adhering to a religion that I believe is an extremely harmful force in this world.
I had never felt so close to somebody before. She was as seemingly gentle as they come, and we were both extremely generous and caring to one another. Which is why the next part of this absolutely shocked me and sent my heart into a downward spiral I still struggle to soothe.
This past November, she finally left back to Turkey, the place she was formerly so miserable in, supposedly to take care of the divorce. She assured me all the processes were in motion—the search for a lawyer, setting of a court date, and the eventual date itself, somewhere in February. These were all lies. I don't know exactly what happened, but sometime in January she made the decision to remain faithful to both her religion and the marriage, yet she continued to lie to me daily about what was going on. One point of contention that came up again and again between us was the lack of phone calls from her, all of a sudden. The first few weeks, I understood it was because her dad was there, but in the months succeeding that, the situation hardly changed. I'd get hung up on out of nowhere, I'd get excuses such as depression—she even wrote a post on an alternate Reddit account asking for advice: how to assure a loving boyfriend that she's too miserable to call due to the circumstances surrounding divorce, and that it's no cause for insecurity. All while knowing that she was not divorcing... I was misled so cruelly. The web of lies is just immense, and I can't believe she was even capable of all this.
She argued with me over asking for more calls, pleading for me to understand her, and assuring me that she wasn't hiding anything. She would even randomly blurt out harsh things like...that she didn't trust me, or anyone...or that love can't always be there for you. She was slicing up my feelings and toying with my heart. Sensations that were all too familiar, from the wounds of my past. This wasn't the care a loved one is supposed to show, but out of trying my best to understand her side of it, I decided to stop asking for calls.
We went all of February and half of March without a single phone call. Not even on Valentine's Day. But I was only bottling up just how much it hurt to be so neglected. Surely two people in love both crave to hear each other's voices, more than this? She once told me my voice was like listening to the sound of the ocean through a conch shell. Comforting, yet fleeting. What was going on?
Another argument ensued, and this one led to a break-up. I realized through talking with a friend who asked about how we were doing, that I was immensely down about our only communication happening through a few daily texts. I wasn't given many updates on what was going on. She claimed in December that she was staying with the husband's family at night because he refused to fix the broken heating in her apartment. She was now staying there full-time. I tried to just trust her about it, but it looks like that was a mistake. She was isolated from any voice of sense, and only had pressure and religious guilt-tripping paving the path for her. I still don't believe she has any love for him whatsoever. He is a clumsy manipulator, who practically bragged to me on Reddit about luring her away from her first husband, while attempting to condescend to me about intelligence. Her few current Facebook posts all seem curated to highlight just how miserable she was over there the first time around, and that the same now continues. Her life is not her own, and I'm reminded of all the times she told me she was in chains. The one positive-appearing post was put up during our many days of vivid and lively exploration.
She always seemed easy to influence...often by people who never truly cared for her. I can't believe she would be duped by someone so obviously conniving that he convinced her to marry straight out of a divorce in the first place. She probably needs real help and people to look out for her...but her parents will not take up that mantle. She is, however, very conditioned to seek their advice, and treat their words almost as a decree from god, itself.
We broke up a little over a week ago. She still did not reveal the truth to me; she only acted as if I was asking for too much, all because I wanted some phone calls. She even argued, all this time, knowing she was deceiving me. And she put her all into her arguments, trying to portray herself as a decent person who held no blame. This is one of the most hurtful things anyone has ever done to me. And just like always, I'm expected to just accept it, with little explanation or apology given. She claims she wanted to live a sinless existence within her faith, but what she did so blatantly to me will never make her sinless. I poured my heart for the first time into somebody who I thought wanted to be with me for life. She'd say she'd never felt as alive, happy, and free as she was with me; that I was her favorite person. I definitely felt the same about her.
I don't even know what to think, anymore. She did claim her feelings for me were all true. In a final phone call that the husband initiated to tell me off, she said outright she'd be able to get over him, if he passed away. But that the same wouldn't happen with me. She also claimed she would never be able to truly be her own self with me, but that's not true. Happiness reveals your true identity; following your heart. But going against your inner nature, to please the whims of controlling people... that can never lead to happiness or truth, and is only ever going to slowly kill a person. I just wish I could've helped her. She never deserved such toxic people around her, but as long as she keeps choosing them, she'll have to live with the consequences of it.

Demographics

• Gender: Female
• Race/Ethnicity: Indian
• Residence: NJ
• Income Bracket: $250k+?
• School: Public magnet school

Intended Major(s): Biochemistry, Biology, Public Health, Neuroscience, Cell Biology (depending on the school)
Academics

• GPA: 3.70 UW, 4.30 W
• Rank (or percentile): School doesn't rank
• # of APs: 7 APs (Bio (3), Chem (3), Lang (5), APUSH (3), APES (TBD), Calc AB (TBD), Lit (TBD) Did not submit scores lol
• SAT: 1550 (770 math & 780 ERW)
• 6 dual-enrollment courses through my high school

Extracurriculars/Activities

• EMT with 200+ calls and 800+ hours started junior year
• Model UN President participated all 4 years, went to many conferences and won 10+ awards
• JSA (Junior State of America) President and State Council Member participated 2 years, didn't get to go to conventions because of administrative issues and COVID-19
• HOSA Secretary participated all 4 years, won awards for this
• Stanford Cardiothoracic Surgical Skills Internship cool experience, got to learn from Stanford cardiothoracic surgeons, often best in their field
• Hospital volunteer with 50+ hours started summer before senior year
• Competitive Violinist school does not have orchestra but did competitions and private lessons outside of school, all 4 years
• Interact Club member of 2 years
• Indian Classical Vocalist received distinction in first 3 levels of exams, also all 4 years

Honors/Awards

• 2nd Place at NJ HOSA Southern Regional Conference
• 4th Place at NJ HOSA State Leadership Conference
• AP Scholar with Honor
• NMSQT Commended Scholar (got a 1470 on the psat and VERY mad bc I could've qualified for semifinalist in literally any other state :(
• 10+ MUN Awards
• 2nd place in school and district tech expo
• 2nd place and 3rd place in violin competitions, invited to perform at Carnegie Hall
• President's Volunteer Service Award - Gold

Letters of Recommendation
English teacher who I had for 2 years: 8/10? Never saw it, and I think he liked me and he's a great writer so idrk
APUSH teacheMUN advisor: Knew him for all 4 years of high school, knows me pretty well, knows my MUN accomplishments, solid letter? 7.5-8/10
Chem/Physics Teacher: Sucked at physics (which was the class I was taking with her when I asked lol), only submitted to schools that required a science letter of rec, knows she only writes about SAT scores and has a generic template, 5/10
Interviews
Brandeis University: 10/10, I think it went really well, the interviewer said he was new to interviews and my answers were very well thought-out imo
UPenn: 9/10, Super smooth, felt like a conversation, and the interviewer said one of her kids wanted to apply to my high school lol, never replied to my follow-up/thank you email tho but maybe she was busy
Northwestern: 4/10, Was late to the interview (yeah ik), interview felt rushed and I was really awkward, one of my first interviews
Essays
Personal Statement: I give it a solid 7.5/10, wrote about my name and connected it to my activities, I think it was pretty decent
Supplementals: 9/10, Absolute bangers, were very proud of them and put a lot of thought into them for each school.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/RD)
Acceptances:

• Penn State (University Park)
• Pitt (David C. Frederick Honors College)
• TCNJ
• NJIT (ADHC + approx 5k a year so dirt cheap)
• Northeastern (NU.in for neuroscience, still not sure how I feel about this one)
• Rutgers (highkey love rutgers despite being an NJ student but no honors program or college so disappointed :(
• Drexel (didn't apply to honors programs cuz I was lazy and knew I didn't really wanna go lol)
• Stevens (Accepted + $32,000 per year)
• SHU ("Accelerated MD program" if you can really call it that + $122,500)
• USF ($40k a year scholarship)
• UMD (FIRE program)
• Temple (Honors + full tuition scholarship)
• Brandeis ($60k for 4 years scholarship)
• Stony Brook (rejected from all honors programs??? but $44,000 scholarship for 4 years)
• SUNY Poly (basically full tuition scholarship)
• Purchase College (basically full tuition scholarship)
• NYIT BS/DO ($27,000 per year scholarship)
• Rutgers-N HC
• Hofstra (HC + $136k scholarship)

Waitlists

• GWU????? This one hurt my ego
• U of Rochester
• Case Western feel like everyone got waitlisted from here this year lol

Rejections :)

• Princeton (REA)
• Tulane (EA)
• UC Irvine
• UCSB
• UCLA
• Northwestern (ouch but makes sense)
• Johns Hopkins
• Tufsts
• NYU
• UVA

Still waiting on...

• UC Berkeley (no shot)
• Columbia
• Emory
• Cornell
• Duke
• UPenn (dream school highkey)

Sooooo I'm not really sure how I feel about this whole college admissions process but my biggest piece of advise is to figure out what you want earlier on so you can save money and time applying to 30+ schools. Please give me any advice, feedback, or tips you have for making a final decision, chance me for the schools I have left, and learn from my mistakes!!

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40/M. About 10 days ago, I took a baseball thrown by an 8 year old to the shin. Didn't feel great, but no big deal. Now the spot still hurts as if it was just hit, and my lower leg and ankle are swollen. Also, there is a lot of brusing below my ankle as if all the blood from the injury drained there and pooled. Should I be concerned?

Hey everyone! I hope that your day has been going well. Today we have the continuation of part 5. I had trouble writing this one, but it all kind of clicked while I was in my statistics class. I guess statistics do have a purpose, even if that purpose is to inspire me to write. Also, happy cake day to me! I’ve been on this website for two years now. Can’t even imagine it. Once again, shoutout to u/wolven91 for the fantastic universe. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy!
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Jacob was having a very pleasant dream. He was barbecuing back on earth with Jim, and getting to show him all the techniques that his dad had shown him when he was a kid. His dream was rudely interrupted by someone shouting in his right ear, along with being poked in the face. He blearily opened his eyes, and the first thing that he saw was Grace and Fir’na staring intently at him. He glanced at the alarm clock on the side table which read 6:30. To say that Jacob was baffled at the sight before him would be an under exaggeration. “What are you two doing up so early? Go back to bed!”
“But Dad, you promised!” Fir’na said insistently as she started shaking him awake.
“Wait, what did I promise?” Jacob said wracking his brain for any promises that he may have made to the two kids.
“You promised to take a day off of work and spend it with them.” Said Tal’ven without skipping a beat.
“I made that promise yesterday, I wasn’t expecting them to cash out on it this quick.” He said with a huff.
“Well then you should have specified when you would take that day off. But now, you’re in too deep to say no. I mean look at them,” She said gesturing to them as Grace gave her best puppy eyes and Fir’na gave her best snake equivalent to puppy eyes.
“Pleaaaaase” they said in unison. Jacob was impressed, they must have practiced this before, because they had never shown this much coordination together before.
He sighed. “Ok fine. I’ll use one of my sick days. I’ll just say that I overdosed on caffeine or something.”
Tal’ven shuddered. “As long as you’re only lying about it and not actually doing it, I’m fine with it.” She must have really not wanted a repeat of that emergency room visit from a couple years back.
Jacob got out of bed, picked up his phone, and dialed his supervisor. The line rang for thirty seconds before the call was finally answered. “Jacob,” came the smooth voice of a male taurian, “It’s 6:45, what are you doing calling me this early?”
“Hey boss, I’m really sorry to do this to you today, but I’m going to have to take a sick day.”
“Why do you need to, if I may ask?” came the reply.
“I kind of fell off the horse and had a lot of caffeine last night and I’m really feeling it this morning. I might even need to go to the hospital if I start to feel any worse.”
The line was silent for a minute. “Oh! Well, I hope that you get well soon! I’ll see if I can’t get you some tea that I drink when I’m feeling out of it,” his boss sympathetically said.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I may not answer the door though, it hurts to move too much.”
“Ok thank you for letting me know. Get better soon!”
Jacob hung up the phone and turned to the two children and smiled widely. “Well, it looks like my day just got a lot freer!” Both Grace and Fir’na cheered as they knocked down Jacob in an attempt to hug him. “Alright, alright just let me take a shower and then we can get this day started!”
As Jacob stepped into the shower, he gave himself a moment think. When did his life get so weird? Here he was, living on a space station orbiting a planet several thousand lightyears away from where Earth was until it was destroyed. He was married, but not to a human like a normal person, but to a giant alien snake with four arms. As if to put the cherry on top of the whole sundae that was his life, he was parenting two children, one of which happened to be the same species as his wife. He guessed that it probably started getting weird the moment that he stepped onto the station, all those years ago. Even after all of the things that happened to him, he still wouldn’t change it for the world.
Jacob got out of the shower and was confronted by Tal’ven, who was still coiled up in bed. “You know that you’re their hero, right?”
He scowled. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She gave him a confused look. “There was a saying, back on Earth, that went something like this: ‘Never meet your heroes’.”
“But why? It would be best to let people meet their heroes so they could be encouraged to follow their dreams and passions?” She asked, confusion evident in her voice.
“Because, at least for humans, it only takes one bad day to shatter the trust that a hero has built up with the people that admire them. And often heroes are not as great as people say they are,” explained Jacob as he sat on the bed and leaned up to Tal’ven. “What if I fail? What if twenty years down the line, the way that I treated them on a bad day is the reason they are talking to a therapist? What if I can’t live up to the expectations?” His voice started to waver at that.
Tal’ven wrapped both sets of arms around him in a big hug and looked at him sternly. “Jacob, just because you don’t feel like you’re qualified doesn’t mean that you can’t do a good job,” she firmly said. “And how many years have we been doing this? You have been doing a great job.”
“Still, I can’t help but think that I’m doing this wrong somehow,” he said, doubt filling his voice as he tried to keep it level.
Tal’ven moved him so that he was looking at her in the eyes. “You are a good father. Grace and Fir’na couldn’t have asked for a more loving and amazing dad, nor I for a more loving and amazing husband,” she said putting as much sincerity in her voice as she could muster.
Jacob chuckled as he finally returned the hug. “Thanks, I needed that.” They stayed like that for a few moments. He started to pull away only to find himself locked in her vicelike grip.
“Now say it,” she demanded.
“Say what?”
“That you are amazing and a good dad.”
“Tal’ven, I get the message, you can let go now,” chuckled Jacob.
“Not until you say it,” she insisted, holding him tighter.
He sighed and sat there for a second. “I am amazing and a good dad.”
“Now say it like you mean it,” she said.
He looked her in the eyes and said, with conviction this time, “I am amazing and a good dad.”
She finally let him out from the hug. “Good. Now go out there and make them proud to have their dad as their hero.”

My bf and I have been together for 1 year. We met IRL while I was traveling in his country. He is Mexican and I'm American. I've spent a total of about 5 months with him in Mexico, so I have an idea of how his life is. He was working at an oil refinery when I met him, but quit when I came to live with him last August. I did not ask him to do this, but was somewhat glad, because his job kept him busy for 14 hours a day including commute. After quitting his job, he began working every day on his parents' land. He stays very busy "working" for his parents, but they pay him next to nothing, so he hasn't been earning substantially for 8 months now.
4 months ago, I came home for a job and expected he would also return to work, but he hasn't yet. Most of his time is occupied working on the land and and having meals/spending time with his parents. He has his own house that they gave him, which is close to theirs, but he went back to live with his them when I left.
Whenever he is at home and I try to call, I overhear his parents yelling his name, beckoning him to get to work or come help with some task. They complain that he is on his phone too much. When he is out working on the land, I'm working too. I sometimes call him from work and we talk for a little while, but it's not the level of in depth conversation we'd have if we were in private. We text pretty frequently throughout the day, but when he gets home he usually isn't able to call me, or if he does, it's not for very long, or it's really late at night for me (my time zone is 2 hours ahead of his).
This wouldn't be so bad, except for the real trouble, which is weekend communication. He has developed the habit of saying that he is going to call me, and then disappearing for the entire night, usually on a Friday or Saturday. He usually has some excuse, like that his phone died, he fell asleep, or he went out with friends. The first time it happened, I just told him to remember to charge his phone. I lost sleep over it, but I assumed it was just an accident, no big deal. That was about 1 month into the relationship. Since then, it's happened probably around 7-10 times (keep in mind we were physically together for total of 5 months out of the 12). He just disappears with no explanation after having said he'd call.
2 Fridays ago it happened, he disappeared basically in the middle of texting. The next day he said he had fallen asleep. But he slept in late too, so he would have had to have been asleep for like 12-13 hours. I stayed awake almost all night crying because I had no idea what was going on. I explained how much it hurt me when he disappeared with no explanation, and told him that if it kept happened, I'd have to move on. He promised it wouldn't happen again.
It did happen again, the very next Friday night. We had been texting. He said he was chatting with his mom and would call me in a few minutes, and then boom, he disappeared for the entire night. I stayed up crying the entire night and tried to call him many times. His phone wasn't dead, but he never picked up any of my calls. The next day he told me he had gone out with his friends, and didn't want to tell me because he was "afraid I would get mad". The thing is, I've never once told him not to go out with his friends, and have always encouraged him to do things that make him happy. When this has happened before, I made it very clear that what bothers me is NOT that he's going out without me, but that he disappears suddenly and without a trace.
I began to suspect that he was cheating on me. I noticed another girl that he recently added on Facebook liking all his posts and commenting on some, and in those 2 nights of sleeplessness, I began to drive myself crazy with worries. Why couldn't he just let me know what he was doing?
I want to emphasize that I love him a ton and when we're together it's magical. He's incredibly kind, handsome, and fun to be around. But I have been thinking we may need to break up for my sanity's sake. I'm also tired of the fact that he is dependent on his parents and allows them to run his life, and that the burden of bridging the distance falls entirely on me. I've traveled there 3 times now, and was just there last month.
Am I tripping, or is his behavior unacceptable?
TLDR: boyfriends says he'll call me on weekend nights but then disappears entirely with no explanation, leaving me up all night going crazy wondering what happened. also he's still dependent on his parents at 30 years old

Someone new (let’s call her Beth) moved into the apartment as the third resident. Before it was just me and another girl (let’s call her Martha), who is basically my enemy because she bullied me for being “awkward”, have no sympathies when I told her my abusive family situation and my mournings for my grandfathers sudden death, PROBABLY is the one who caused me to have food poisoning on fresh foods (like the food quality should be good, but I wouldn’t put past it if it’s just bad restaurant) a couple times after one argument with her, tried to kick me out several times over things like not letting her non-resident boyfriend sleepover everyday, not knowing that the trash needs to be tied up, etc. One time, I had a asthma attack while having covid in my room, and I was screaming for help as my airway is blocked and my head started to ring as I couldn’t breathe. Martha heard this in the living room and immediately, she went into her bedroom and locked the door, refusing to help me. I had to CRAWL to the phone to call for the ambulance. Thank god I was saved in time, but I’ll never forget that she tried to left me to die. Me and Martha are stuck together until our lease ends.
Then, Beth, not knowing any of this, moved in and befriended me. Beth doesn’t have a car, so during the month where she was friends with me, I would drive her to get groceries and do some shopping. I would say that my experience with her is some of the best fun I’ve had with a friend. But one time, I failed to take her to the groceries because I had some errands to run, and on the way back, I passed by the grocery store so I got some groceries. After that, she started befriending Martha. I was upset because I didn’t thought she would befriend her. I let her know then that Beth and I have bad blood and that we could never get along. I understood now that it’s my fault for not telling Beth that earlier. I was naive and didn’t expect her to befriend Martha before I realize it’s too late. After Beth learned this, she told in front of Martha that she doesn’t care what bad blood I have with Martha, we are all roommates who live under the same roof so we all have to get along. She also told in front of Martha that she never considered me to be her friend, which was so embarrassing for me since who would hang out and do so many stuff for someone who’s not even their friend?
Anyway, Beth basically shoved any chances of hearing my side of the story under the rug because (1) she heard from Martha why she hates me first (2) Beth wouldn’t hear me out on why I hate Martha after I realized Martha had badmouthed me to Beth first. I was really sad so I asked my family for advice, and they said since Beth said we should all get along, you should still keep being friends with Beth and greet her everyday like nothing is wrong. They said at least Beth didn’t side with Martha completely because she didn’t gang up on me with Martha like how the last roommate did (she moved out, that’s why Beth moved in by random assignment). So I did just that, greeting Beth whenever I see her, except Beth barely conversed with me and started to hide in her room whenever I am eating in the living room, but when Martha came out, Beth will sometimes come out and have a great conversation with her where I could tell from her voice that Martha is the one that she actually wants to spend time with. It pains me because I don’t understand why someone who I had so much fun with in the past feels that it’s ok to bond with my enemy right under my nose. Martha is more fashionable than me, cooler than me by societal standards, is more socially extroverted than me, and the TV in the living room is also her’s. Since I don’t get along with Martha, I don’t use her TV. But after Beth warmed up her friendship with Martha, she started to use the tv that she always wanted to use.
During all this, I continue to greet Beth if we bump into each other in the living room (which only happens when Beth is in the living room and I had to get food CZ I’m too hungry). But I would feel so gut wrenched afterwards, and always feel hurt CZ I am being friendly to someone who’s also friendly to my enemy. Finally, one time when nobody’s in the apartment, I cried my eyes out about it, and that’s when I realized how much this has impacted me. Being friendly towards Beth is tricking my brain into thinking that she’s my friend when she’s not. So recently I just stopped greeting Beth, since I feel that if I don’t act friendly towards Beth, I can finally learn that she’s not my friend. And if she’s not my friend, then I won’t have any hard feelings when she bonds with my enemy in the living room while I am just trying to chill in my room.
But now the problem is, Beth looks confused as to why I suddenly stopped making eye contacts and greeting her, and now it’s super awkward for me to be in the living room with Beth. So I tried to wait in my room now until Beth finished up, but it has made my life a living hell because I’m not eating at a set time, and I prefer to eat at a set time or when I’m hungry. Not to mention I am also doing the same with Martha, and trying to avoid two people per meal 3 times a day is just too much for me. I would just like to eat and get on with my life CZ I’ve got a ton of work to do, and I can’t work unless I eat first. I can’t help but feel I may have overreacted by not greeting Beth, but if I do, then it will take a toll on my emotional health in the long run. But I’m also afraid that by not greeting Beth, it would also take an emotional toll on me in the long run as I can’t stop feeling some sort of guilt.
What should I do? Or what are some advices that I should hear? I have ignored Beth for two days now, so idk how long this can continue until it’s too late for repairs.
TL;DR: New resident was friends with me first, but became friend with my other roommate who’s someone I hate. I’m not greeting the new resident now, but the guilt is eating me up.
If you are still here, thanks A LOT for reading to this point! Moreover, I really appreciate any sound advices. :)

Fencing is up from 16th to Colfax. Are they just redoing the store by combining the original 7-11 lot that's next door?

My ex-gf and I started as roommates. I had a spare room and rented it out.
We liked eachother pretty quickly, so we dated for almost a year.
Now last month, she suddenly goes to the gym with a new friend who she met in her fraternity. I said ok, I wouldn't hangout with people one-on-one from the opposite gender that I get to know during the relationship but you do you.
"We're just friends, life's about making friend right?!" - her
Two weeks after, she just went to far and went mental mode, because I refused to get something from the kitchen; I was standing, she was sitting.
I said let's be friends again, I don't accept this in a relationship.
Fine! She screamed.
We talked a lot the two weeks after that, kissing and cuddling to a bare minimum, but the love was still there, we just both know it ain't gonna work.
She went on her way for a weekendtrip with the fraternity.
Comes back, is very closed off (stays in het own room) then after 24 hours I just keep asking, turns out she kissed the guy from the gym.
I said "told you so." I don't want him in our house.
She was mad and said she went over to Alexandra.
After two hours I called her asking to speak with Alexandra, that was difficult, not in the mood. After 5 minutes she said impossible okay, I'm with Sarah.
Crazy me drove to gym guys house, I call ex again I say I'm outside Sarah's can you come outside, this needs to be discussed now. No, not possible, not in the mood.
I say you better, I'm at your bike (gym guys house).
She went home with me, we talked for two hours, she apologized and said there was zero chance she would've slept with the guy because there is no romantic interest.
It's been 24 hours now, and for the past 6 hours (3AM now) she's been at gym guys house.
I know, we're not in a relationship anymore, if this was any other guy so be it, but it feels like this was manifested during our relationship.
So..... am I a big jealous crybaby, or should I dump her out of the house?
When we started as roommates I told her I'd never and she will be gone in 4 months anyway..

Anyone have "lifehacks" to make carrying a heavy assault pack while wearing a plate carrier sit more like a ruck? Usually the items are bulky or jiggle a lot so it's already hard to get the weight distribution right, but for a long, 8 hour patrol there's gotta be some nifty ways to get it to sit better like a pack does.