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HIPAA DOZER knows we moved đŁ & first year acknowledging daughter's birthday
2023.06.07 23:32 PetzOverPeople HIPAA DOZER knows we moved đŁ & first year acknowledging daughter's birthday
As per usual don't share or else you take full responsibility and ownership of HIPAA Dozer.
Yesterday was going great. We watched my daughter have her fifth grade graduation. Everything was well with the world until she called. She asked my husband why he didn't call or text her on Mother's Day because she was very hurt. My DH told her that I don't like to celebrate Mother's Day (true because it's always been a day my ex refused to let me have if it was "his time" even with a court order saying it was my time) so he didn't think about it when it was Mother's Day. We later talked about how that could be twisted to put the blame on my shoulders, which is a common tactic she & my parents used before when I didn't take responsibility for my entire family's calendars.
She let my husband know that she had left a birthday gift for my daughter at our old house on the porch. DH was surprised she even thought about my daughter's birthday, however she's about a month off. Back when she asked at Christmas DH intentionally told her a different date because he didn't want her to in one way or another ruin my daughter's actual birthday, I thought it was ridiculous since she hadn't asked or acknowledged my daughters birthday before but since I'm no contact with HIPPA Dozer I let it go.
Since this is the first year she's acknowledged my daughter's birthday in the 6+ years we've been together we were both shocked. My husband told her that we didn't live there anymore, and she was very hurt that he didn't tell her that we moved . She did not ask for the address and he did not give the address. The rest of the conversation was geared towards talking about his sister and her husband's colonoscopy. My husband had no idea why he needed to hear about her husband having a colonoscopy and thought it was ridiculous that she was sharing that with him.
My husband and I both contemplated leaving the gift there, but he thought she would use it as an excuse to try to find out the address and meet up with him so he wanted to get the gift and have no drama because we've got a lot going on right now. I'm more in the camp of that sounds like a her problem , but I let my husband go grab the gift. HIPAA Dozer's gift to my daughter was a pack of lip balms, a toddler size water bottle and a $15 gift card to Dairy Queen along with a card signed by Grandma HIPAA Dozer and Grandpa. Grandpa being her current husband who me, DH & my daughter have met about three times. She started referring to him as Dad and Grandpa in gifts & cards to my DH and daughter right after my father-in-law DH's passed away.
The gifts are (like they were around Christmas) mostly geared for a younger child. While I want my daughter to be grateful for any gifts people decide to give her, I also don't want her to feel obligated to have a relationship with someone that has intentionally hurt her with their actions. Or to tolerate someone treating her poorly just because they're willing to give her gifts. My husband is struggling with everything & wants to ignore her & hope she gets the hint he doesn't want to see her, but other than this things have been great. He is planning No Contact and doesn't think the relationship can be salvaged.
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2023.06.07 23:32 Afraid_Grass8578 OUTLANDER TRANSMISSION WENT OUT 2 WEEKS AFTER CVT RECALL
Outlander transmission went out 2 weeks after CVT recall
Hello- my life has been spiraling into hell since I took my 2016 Mitsubishi Outlander to be serviced at the new Mitsubishi dealership.
I took it in for them to fix my seatbelt.
They said there were open recalls that they could take care of. On the 3rd of may they did the CVT recall on my car.
Within days I started feeling hesitation that I had never before and on the 17th my transmission went out.
I took it back up to the dealership -with it barely running. They quoted me 8k for a transmission. And had me pay for a fluid change while they just tried to push me to buy a new car.
I had to leave and I hardly made it home my car has had to sit in the drive way not even in the garage (now has a busted back window because of this)
It was weeks that I had an open case with Mitsubishis customer service- finally getting an answer yesterday.
For me to pay for it to be towed back to the dealership so (someone else?) can look at it to see if they would be willing to replace the transmission for me.
I need to know if anyone has had this happen to them after the CVT recall. Or ANY advice to help me and my family with what to do in this terrible situation.
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2023.06.07 23:27 Fantastic-Divide-634 PRIDE MONTH QUIZ.
- What does the LGBTQ+ acronym stand for? a) Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, QueeQuestioning b) Love, Gratitude, Bravery, Tolerance, Quality c) Longing, Generosity, Boldness, Trust, Quietude
- When is Pride Month celebrated? a) June b) July c) August
- Which event is widely considered as the catalyst for the modern LGBTQ+ rights movement in the United States? a) Stonewall Riots b) Suffragette Movement c) Civil Rights Movement
- What does the rainbow flag represent in the LGBTQ+ community? a) Diversity and inclusivity b) Hope and freedom c) Harmony and unity
- Who is credited with creating the first rainbow flag? a) Gilbert Baker b) Harvey Milk c) Bayard Rustin
- Which city is known for hosting the largest Pride parade in the world? a) New York City b) San Francisco c) Sao Paulo
- What does the term "coming out" refer to in the LGBTQ+ community? a) The process of publicly acknowledging one's sexual orientation or gender identity b) An annual event where LGBTQ+ individuals showcase their talents c) A ceremony to celebrate LGBTQ+ unions
- Which LGBTQ+ rights organization was founded in 1980 and is dedicated to supporting and advocating for equal rights? a) Human Rights Campaign (HRC) b) American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) c) Lambda Legal
- Which country was the first to legalize same-sex marriage? a) Netherlands b) Canada c) United States
- What is the significance of the pink triangle symbol in LGBTQ+ history? a) It was used by the Nazis to identify gay men in concentration camps. b) It represents love and acceptance within the LGBTQ+ community. c) It symbolizes the fight against discrimination and prejudice
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2023.06.07 23:23 wiseArtis My bf (M26) said to me (F24) he loves his ex
I'm 22/F and my ex-bf 26/M, we were together almost 2 months. But before that 8 months ago we started flirting each other but I didn't trust him first because he had a long history about being a heartbreaker and I don't want to be heart broken by him. So I took things really slow and he understood this and he chase me for months but one day we just ignore each other and this flirting ended really stupid. Then after months he message me again and we started flirting and but I was still cold to him and he try to open me up about us. We talked and everything went great. He said to me he loves me, I didn't say it yet because I wasn't sure and he was okay with it. He said to me he want me in his life, he said he really love me etc. These are really genuine and nice words, at least I thought they were. Then we met last sunday. It was a nice day. But we talk about getting over exes and he said to me he didn't get over his ex till last two months (before me) I said okay, it can be like that and that's it. But one day later he messaged me and said to me he couldn't get over his ex, he really love her. If today she lights a light he could turn down everything and went her. He said to me these sentences like really poetic way for another woman. I was heart broken and miserable that day. I messaged him somethings but he didn't reply and I didn't wait any longer and called him yesterday. I said to him I want to meet and talk about how you made me feel. He said okay. But today I messaged him again because I didn't message me. He said to me today is not a ideal day to talk, feel really complicated and weird. His head is full, etc. I got angry but didn't say anything. But I really want to talk and said these things to him. I'm still heartbroken. He said to me he wanted to meet weekend. I message him, okay but you shouldn't push it any further and he didn't answer me again. I'm pissed and I don't know what to do. Should I try to get contact with him about talking about how he made me feel or try to forget everything about us? Because after maybe couple weeks he will message me and I want to deal with him today.
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2023.06.07 23:16 alderaamen13 Any bros here with anxious attachment styles? What do you do? Need some genuine help.
Need help. Serious answers only please. I (33) met this guy (27) on Grindr for a hookup. This was about 2 weeks ago. We had a great time, and he asked to see me again, even for a date. From that day on, we were texting at least once a day, him even initiating a few times. I ended up getting rid of my Grindr because I didn't want to ruin anything with this guy. I have no idea if he deleted his (I am assuming not). A few days ago, we had our second date. We spent all day together. He even mentioned how we were on a second date. We had a great time.
That night when I was leaving, I asked to see him again this weekend. He said he was not sure if he was free because he may have a friend in town that's staying with him (a guy friend) but would like to see me again and do something fun like go to the museum etc. He also said "you are so sweet". I left, texted him that I got home and he said thank you again for an amazing day. Monday morning I just said I could lay in bed all day because I was tired, he said "me too lol". Yesterday I had not heard from him at all. I was thinking of reaching out but I stopped myself, because I am starting to have this bad feeling like something is off.
Now I know a few days is nothing to be upset over, but I don't know how to explain it, it just feels different.
When he said "you're sweet" that to a guy can be a kiss of death. And when I asked to hang this weekend and he gave me a tentative answer. Plus not hearing from him in almost 2 days now. Today is weds, and I guess a part of me wants to just wait for him to reach out, and if he doesn't I can either
a) reach out tomorrow with something light b) reach out and just flat out ask him if he's still into me c) say fuck this guy, just delete his number and move on.
I truly truly hate not knowing where I stand with someone. I am not the guy who leads guys on, I know when I like someone and when I don't, and I usually make that very clear. I am honestly in tears right now because I am so tired of this feeling that creeps in and I feel, ruins everything. I can meet other guys, but I am not interested in other guys. I'm afraid if I download Grindr again and see him active, especially when he's been kind of light on communication, it will destroy me.
A part of me feels like I am really overreacting and maybe everything is ok, reading this back even seems silly. But also, at this point I am so used to being rejected by guys not too soon after this feeling comes in, that I just kind of want to pull out.
I am sure people with an anxious style can relate. It's weird because I date many many guys, but I rarely feel like I want to continue dating them. And because we had sex right away, I feel like it's making me kind of extra invested in this guy I honestly barely know.
What should I honestly do? What do you do when you have these feelings for someone you're dating?
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2023.06.07 23:15 sesame-yeezy how could he got in worse shape when he was in the ER, the best place for him?
i mean no disrespect/suspicion towards the ER & neurology team that saw our sweet Keegan in his final hours, and i might sound irrational but i have to get this out in words to get it off my chest.
Keegan was a 16 year old beagle & on May 31 started acting off. i called 2 ER offices and was able to speak to one doctor at one & one front desk at the other. essentially the doctor told me his symptoms (shaking, fever, arched back, lowered neck, etc.) could be lots of things (which i understand) but if he can sleep peacefully, could wait till tomorrow to see his primary doctor. this was @6PM.
we got him comfy in bed (to what would be his last night with us, 1 week ago todayđ) & he was able to sleep. he didnât get severely worse, but he didnât get better. he seemed to plateaued & slept 9PM-4AM.
he awoke us at 4AM to go outside and he peed and pooped. he was still off & not interested in water. i hand fed him his food which he devoured like always. he didnât eat out of his bowl. it seemed like he couldnât / didnât want to lower his head to eat. so i fed him his last meal, piece by piece. i can still feel his wet tongue on my hand & all the kibble dust that coated my hand.
we didnât want to wait any longer to get him some relief, so we took him to the ER. at around 7AM, he was admitted. his vitals checked, fluids began, & talked w his doctor next.
at the time, she suspected potential pneumonia or an arthritis flare up. we followed her recommendations of admitting him, getting some blood work, fluids, and a chest x ray.
blood results took 2-3 hours to get back. his x ray showed no real significant findings.
next was working with a neurologist because he was lethargic and exhibiting some signs of neurological issues (knuckling of his back leg).
his fever wasnât breaking and he was getting slightly worse. we agreed he should spend the night in the ER & dropped off his night time medicine in the afternoon.
after we dropped off his stuff, we almost immediately turned back because we got a somewhat frantic call back from the ER doc. the neurologist looked at him and had strong suspicion of a brain tumor.
he was getting worse now & his fever going up. we hurried back (werenât far away) and they rolled him into a room. he was not in good shape.
he wasnât in great shape that morning but he was so much worse now.
how could this happen? we couldnât even put him through an MRI because he very possibly wouldnât make it. so we couldnât even confirm if that was it. the neurologist was pretty confident but of course couldnât say for fact with running the MRI. we later talked to the neurologist and she suspects his brain tumor ruptured & caused the rest of his body to start to shut down.
we had to act quickly and let our sweet Keegan go to relieve him of any further pain.
we were so stunned. i couldnât think to ask anything in the moment. were they SURE the brain tumor was there? what if it was something completely different that they didnât think to check? again, iâm not a doctor and i trust and respect them all so much, so i know this is probably the shock talking.
but HOW could he be in the best hands possible and get so much worse & die?đđ why couldnât they help him more???
it was so traumatizing, the whole day. from start to finish. i have so many questions. i did speak to the neurologist like i mentioned, but itâs still not enough. idk why. i have a list of questions i wrote out for the ER doc just to make sure there wasnât any other suspicions. but if there were, they wouldâve been able to save him right? idk.
i feel like iâm losing my mind & i canât even begin to celebrate his life with all this regret, guilt, & worry that i missed something critical between the night of May 31 and June 1, or if the doctors did. or maybe no one did & he really did have a brain tumor that got too large and ruptured. what if i brought him in that night, could he still be here? i know heâs gone but i need to know.
iâm so sorry for typing this all out again. i feel like iâm saying the same thing over and over again. iâm so exhausted, broken, empty. i need answers. i know no one here can know for sure, but i just need to get this off my chest so badly, again.
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2023.06.07 23:14 WriterJSLynch The Hedgewitch of Huntington (Fairy Dust Book 1) - WIP
The Hedgewitch of Huntington
(Fairy Dust - Book 1)
By J. S. Lynch
Chapter 1: Alex
Alex stared out the window of the Greyhound bus, watching the scenery change from urban to rural. She saw nothing but a blur of green and brown as if someone had smeared a dirty paintbrush across a canvas, with the occasional flash of red and yellow breaking the mottled monotony. Coupled with the drone from the busâs AC and with the steady rumble of the tires on the blacktop, it would almost be enough to lull her to sleep. Except, she wouldnât let herself fall asleep. The last time she dozed off, she had a nightmare: her mother being dragged away screaming by men in white coats. Technically, that was a memory, but at least she could force herself to not think about it while she was awake.
The scent of gasoline and sweat permeated the air. Alexâs mouth felt dry, and her saliva tasted bitter. She knew she had a bottle of water in her backpack, but it was too much of a hassle to dig it out from under her seat. Someone behind her sneezed.
Gross.
The air felt so stale and suffocating. She wished she could just open her window and get some fresh air. When she tried to pull it open earlier, the window jammed, leaving it just open enough to create a disproportionately annoying whistle for the rest of the trip. Alex was pretty sure the rock-hard seat digging into the back of her legs would leave a bruise. She felt trapped. She felt like a prisoner, being transferred to death row.
But maybe she deserved it; after all, this was her fault. It was her fault that her mom was gone; it was her fault that she was now on a bus to nowhere. Guilt warred with bitterness in Alexâs heart. On the one hand, she had just left behind everything she knew in Baltimore: her mother, her home, her school, her friends. On the other hand, itâs not like she had that many friends. Or a real home. Or a good school. Or a loving mother. But still, it was familiar. It was hers. And Alex had just flushed it all down the drain.
And now she was heading to Huntington, West Virginia, to live with a stranger. A stranger who just happened to be her biological father. A stranger who had abandoned Alex and her mother before she was even born. A stranger who had no idea who Alex really was, much less what he was getting himself into.
Alex glanced at the woman sitting next to her. Ms. Jones, a kind-faced woman with mocha skin and dark, curly hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, sat, sorting through some papers and humming to herself. She had a gentle voice and a friendly energy, but Alex didnât trust her. Alex didnât dislike her, she just couldnât trust someone who acted as if they cared just âoh, so much.â But Ms. Jones was there to help her- she knew that. She was Alexâs caseworker and had been nothing if not kind to her since her mom had been committed.
Ever since I got her committed.
She stopped that train of thought immediately. There wasnât much point, thinking about that now.
âAre you okay, Alex?â Ms. Jones asked, noticing Alexâs waning gaze.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â Alex lied. She wasnât, but itâs not like that mattered.
âWeâll be there soon,â Ms. Jones said, trying to sound reassuring. âYour father will be waiting for us at the bus station. Iâm sure heâs very excited to meet you.â
âYeah, sure he is,â Alex muttered under her breath.
Ms. Jones sighed and turned back to the folder on her lap, rifling through the papers.
âHere are some documents I will need you to look over,â she said, handing Alex a few papers. âTheyâre just formalities. You can look them over now, or we can go over them together once we meet up with your dad.â
Alex took the papers and scanned them briefly. They seemingly covered details about how the transfer would be expected to go and how CPS would follow up to ensure Alex was adjusting well and being taken care of. After skimming the papers for a few minutes and pretending to skim them even longer, Alex passed them back to Ms. Jones, who smiled and slipped them neatly into her folder. Alex gave her a tight-lipped smile in return.
âThank you, Alex,â she said. âYouâve been very cooperative. I appreciate that.â
âNo problem,â Alex said, shrugging and looking away.
Ms. Jones checked her watch and looked out the window.
âWe should reach the rest stop in a few minutes,â she said. âAre you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?â
âNo, Iâm okay,â Alex said, shaking her head. She couldnât eat even if she wanted to. Her stomach felt like she had swallowed a brick of lead.
âWell, okay. Maybe later then,â Ms. Jones replied.
âSure.â
Alex closed her eyes and pressed her head against the window, the pane of glass a little warmer than the air. Everything was just too overwhelming. There were too many noises, too many people. Too many thoughts and feelings were running through her head, not all of them her own. Occasionally, she would catch a glimpse, a fragment of a foreign thought or memory, or a quick stab of a random emotion. It was exhausting. It was painful. Alex wished they would all just shut up and leave her alone.
â â â
The intercom crackled, snapping Alex out of her stupor. The bus driverâs voice came through it, a rich and gravelly sound as if she had been smoking a pack a day since birth. It was weirdly comforting.
âAttention, passengers, weâll be stopping soon to fuel up and let everyone stretch their legs. Please stay seated until the bus comes to a complete stop,â She intoned in a practiced-if-exasperated cadence. âWe will be stopped for twenty-five minutes, and any passenger not on the bus by the time I close the doors will be left behind.â
As the driver spoke, Alex opened her eyes and looked around. They were pulling into the parking lot of some podunk truck stop in some nowhere-town.
âWould it have killed them to stop somewhere a little nicer?â Alex muttered to herself sarcastically.
As the bus rolled to a stop, Ms. Jones tapped Alex on the shoulder.
âCome on, Alex,â she said with a gentle smile. âLetâs go stretch our legs and get some fresh air.â
Alex nodded and followed her to the front of the bus. They stepped off the bus and into the gas stationâs parking lot. It was a small, shabby place with a few pumps and a convenience store. An unlit sign read âTonyâs.â
Ms. Jones took out her wallet and handed Alex some money.
âHere, take this,â she said. âAt least get yourself a snack or something to drink, okay? Iâll be right back.â
She then marched double-time toward the restroom, leaving Alex alone.
Alex looked at the money in her hand and felt a surge of bitterness. She didnât need her pity or her charity- she didnât want it. Stuffing the money in her pocket, she looked around at the people milling about the gas station: a couple of truck drivers filling up their tanks, a family with kids buying snacks at the store, a young woman with a dog sitting on a bench.
Alex wondered what their lives were like. Where were they going? Where did they come from? What sort of things did they care about? What kind of secrets were they keeping?
I could find outâŚ
She glanced back toward the bus. The door was open and the driver was nowhere to be seen. Alex figured she would probably be smoking behind the store.
Walking toward the road, Alex stared at the cars and trucks rushing past along the highway. She could try to flag someone down and hitchhike. Or maybe she could pay someone at the gas station to give her a ride, to take her somewhere else. Somewhere far away from here. She retrieved the crumple bills Ms. Jones gave her from her pocket. Ten bucks. Alex sighed and put the money away. Maybe if she just made a run for it? Alex wondered how long it would take for Ms. Jones to come back.
Alex took another step toward the edge. Then she stopped, hesitating.
âHow long would it be before anyone noticed I was gone? Would anyone even care?â
She stared down at the speeding traffic, the creeping realization that she had nowhere else to go pressing on her mind. She had nowhere to go, no one who cared about her, and there was nothing she could do. Nothing except go to Huntington and meet Noah.
She tried to swallow but found her mouth still dry. There wasnât any point in trying to run away, not anymore.
Resigned, Alex walked back toward the store. She might as well use that ten bucks.
â â â
As she entered, she was greeted by a blast of cold air and a jingling bell. The store was small and cramped, with shelves full of junk food, drinks, magazines, cigarettes, and lottery tickets. A TV mounted on the wall played some news channel.
She wandered around the store, looking at the items with little interest. She didnât want anything, but she figured that buying something would at least get Ms. Jones off her back. Maybe just a candy bar or a soda.
She picked up a chocolate bar and examined it. A thin film of dust covered the wrapper. It must have been older than she was. Dropping it, she moved to the coolers. She scanned the shelves, but nothing looked good.
She wandered the aisles, eventually picking up a magazine. It was one of those gossip rags that had pictures of celebrities and their scandals. Flipping through it, she saw a headline that read âHollywoodâs Hottest Couples: Whoâs In and Whoâs Out?â She rolled her eyes and tossed it back on the rack.
She felt the faintest hint of a prickling at the back of her mind, barely an itch. Someone was watching her. Looking up, she saw a girl standing at the other end of the aisle, near the counter. The girl was about Alexâs age, maybe a year or two older. She had long blonde hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, and a perfect smile that showed off her white teeth. She wore a pink tank top that hugged her curves, denim shorts that showed off her legs, and flip-flops that matched her top. She had a silver necklace around her neck and a gold bracelet on her wrist. She looked like she had stepped out of one of those magazines Alex had just discarded.
The girl was holding a bottle of water and a pack of gum. She smiled at Alex and said, âHi.â
Alex managed a meek âHiâ before quickly walking away, her cheeks burning red.
She felt like she had just seen everything she wasnât, someone who was beautiful, confident, and happy.
Alex looked down at herself and felt ashamed. She wore an old T-shirt that was too big, jeans that were too tight, and sneakers that were too worn. Her face was plain; her short brown hair was messy and dull and desperately needed to be cut. She wore no makeup or jewelry except for a cheap watch that barely worked.
She headed towards the restroom at the back of the store. She needed to get away from everyone and everything for a while.
The women's restroom was occupied, so she slipped into the men's room instead, locking the door behind her. The room was small and dirty, with a sink, a toilet, a mirror, and a trash can. There was graffiti on the walls and stains on the floor. It reeked of piss and 409.
She felt exhaustion and despair wash over her and walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. She splashed water on her face and stared into the mirror. Tired, brown eyes stared back at her. She saw a girl who looked lost and powerless. A girl who had no control over her life. A girl who had no future.
She hated what she saw.
She wished she could change it.
She wished she could change everything.
â â â
Back on the bus, she sat quietly, listening to music on her iPod Nano. It was three more hours before they reached Huntington. Ms. Jones tried making small talk a few times, but Alex wasnât in the mood. The minutes, hours passed. Alex woke with a start when Ms. Jones shook her, not realizing she had even fallen asleep. At least she didnât have the dream this time. Small blessing.
âSorry, Alex, I didnât mean to startle you. Weâre here,â came Ms. Jonesâ voice, muffled through Alexâs headphones.
Alex stopped her music, got up, and followed Ms. Jones off the bus, resigned to whatever fate awaited her. The bus station was small and crowded, with only a few benches and ticket counters. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and stale coffee. Alex looked around at all the people scurrying about. She idly wondered which one of them was her father. Obviously, not the angry mom arguing with the clerk. Not the little boy crashing toy cars together at her feet. Hopefully, it wasnât the raggedy, older gentleman sleeping with his head on his suitcase. She figured it probably wasnât the black guy in his early twenties playing games on a DS.
She wondered what he would look like, what he sounded like, what he acted like. She almost started to wonder if he would be anything like her mom but stopped herself, digging her nails into her palms.
Ms. Jones took out her phone and loaded a picture of Alexâs father. She scanned the crowd for his face, looking anxious. The older woman showed the picture to Alex and asked her to help look for him.
A wave of disappointment crashed into Alex when she saw it. He was a middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes. He had a scruffy beard and a crooked smile. He wore a work jacket and a faded blue Baltimore Ravens baseball cap. He looked like a loser.
âSee him yet?â Ms. Jones asked after a few minutes of searching.
âNope,â Alex said, shaking her head.
âWell, he was supposed to meet us here at the station,â Ms. Jones said, looking displeased. â-holding a sign with your name on it.â
Alex looked around again but didnât see anyone with a sign. âMaybe heâs late,â Alex said, secretly hoping he wouldnât show.
âMaybe,â Ms. Jones said, sounding doubtful.
Ms. Jones sighed and put away her phone. She put her hand on Alexâs shoulder with a gentle squeeze.
âHey,â she said softly, âhow are you feeling? Are you okay? Are you nervous?â
Alex shrugged off Ms. Jonesâ hand and looked away.
âI'm fine,â she said, maybe a little too irritably.
Ms. Jones frowned and tried again.
âAlex, I know this is hard for you. Believe me. I know youâve been through a lot. But this is a chance for you to start over. To have a family again.â
Something in Alex snapped.
âA family!? Do you really think Iâm gonna live a Brady Bunch life with this guy? He left before I was even born! He didnât even know I existed until, what? A few weeks ago?â
Ms. Jones opened her mouth to say something, but Alex cut her off.
âJust stop it,â she said bitterly. âI donât wanna hear your promises about how Iâm gonna have this perfect fairytale life from now on, okay? Iâm just so sick of everyone lying to me!â
Ms. Jones closed her mouth and looked hurt.
âAlex,â she said softly. âIâm not lying to you. Please, just trust me on that. I wonât promise that everything is gonna be okay from now on âcause I have no idea how itâll turn out. But youâre one of the toughest kids I know, Alex, and I know how much youâve been hurt. You deserve a chance to start over and have an easy life, and this guy might be able to give you that. He signed the paperwork saying he wanted to be your parent, so can you at least give him a chance to try?â
Alex felt her rage falter like a rug had been pulled out from beneath her. It was weird to hear Ms. Jones speak so honestly, and it had disarmed her. Alex felt a little embarrassed- ashamed, really.
âIâm⌠Iâm sorry,â Alex sputtered out with a sigh. âYouâre right.â
âAnd if he turns out to be a jerk, Iâll let you help me kick his ass, okay?â Ms. Jones said with a conspiratorial smile. âWe got a deal?â
âDeal,â replied Alex, with her own small smile.
âNow, where the hell is he?â huffed Ms. Jones as she began to look around again.
âMaybe he died,â Alex said with a wicked smirk and a shrug.
Ms. Jones grimaced and shook her head. She checked her phone, noticing a missed call from her office. She hurriedly punched in a phone number and hit the call button. A staticky voice picked up on the other end. Alex couldnât hear what the other agent was saying, but she could tell by Ms. Jonesâ expression that it wasnât good news.
The older woman frowned and began to pace. Alex only heard Ms. Jonesâs side of the conversation, âWhat? How? Why? Oh, gosh. What do we do now? Another placement? Okay. Alright. Thank you, Iâll talk to her..â
She ended the call and looked at Alex with a sad and sorry smile.
âAlex,â she said, taking a deep breath. âI have some bad news.â
Chapter 2: Noah
A hateful sound, like that of a tone-deaf bell with a personal vendetta, jolted Noah awake. He shot up and immediately regretted it when a searing headache threatened to split his head open. Vertigo overtook him, and he had to fight down⌠whatever he had eaten last night. A barbed wire and sour milk stew? That was his best guess, based on the pain in his gut. He heaved. With his eyes shut so tight that it started to hurt, Noah took a very, very deep breath.
And then another.
And then another.
Slowly, he tried to open his eyes. Why am I on the ground? Noah blinked away the spots, rotating his head at a glacial pace. When his eyes finally focused, he saw Doris, a plump, older woman who worked at the-
Shit.
He finally noticed the metal bars separating him and Doris. Judging by the way she swiveled her head and smiled, Doris had noticed him noticing the bars. She took a satisfied sip from her big, metal mug. She had a glossy name badge hanging from a Bengals lanyard that read âDispatcher.â Noah squinted when it caught the light.
âHeeyy, you. You finally awake? Get enough beauty rest?â She asked in her lilting, sing-song tone, which Noah learned long ago meant she was being condescending.
âDoris. What the hell happened?â Noah asked as he gently shifted to a sitting position. âWhat time is it?â
âItâs just after nine.â She answered. Then with a snort, she added: âAnd you got your ass beat, thatâs what happened.â
âThat doesnât sound like me,â Noah said with a small laugh.
Then the amusement left her eyes. A frown settled on her face as she tilted her head ever so slightly upward. âWhat the hell, Noah? Why are you here?â
âI- I donât know,â Noah shook his head. Bad idea. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat I mean is: youâre a thirty-four-year-old man, not some frat boy, so why the hell are you getting into bar fights?â
OooohhâŚ
The previous nightâs events slowly returned to him, meandering through his hazy mind. He had gone out drinking, and a fight broke out. He had been hit, so he hit back. And then he got hit again. And again. Which probably explained why everything hurt so much.
âIt wasnât my fault- some asshole punched me. I was just defending myself.â
âYeah, I know. Bill and them got the security footage about two hours ago,â Doris huffed, seeming annoyed.
Bill was the local police chief, a pudgy, straight-laced kinda guy. Noah didnât strictly dislike Bill. He knew the man was just doing his job, but he also knew he and Bill wouldnât be sharing a milkshake with two straws anytime soon.
Doris continued: âThey watched the video, took a statement from anyone sober enough to talk, and booked the guys who started the brawl. Everyone else is getting processed out.â
âWhat about me?â Asked Noah as he wiggled, trying to crack his spine.
âYouâre toward the bottom of the list, and theyâre short-staffed today, so itâs gonna be awhile.â Her demeanor softened. After a short pause, she sighed and added: âIâll let âem know youâre awake. Someone will grab you and take your statement.â
âThanks, Doris. Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you?â Noah teased.
Doris frowned, and Noah got the sinking feeling he had just made a mistake.
âDidnât you have something important to do today?â She asked with a chiding undertone.
âWhat? No. I donât think-â Then the memory resurfaced and hit Noah like a brick.
Shit.
âShit.â Blurted Noah as he scrambled to his feet and to the bars. âShit. Shitshitshitshitshit! Doris, I fucked up. You gotta let me outta here!â
âYou know I canât do that, Noah,â Doris said, flinching when Noah grabbed the bars. âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
âMy kid! I was supposed to pick up my kid today!â Noah shouted. He slowly sank to the ground, muttering to himself. âOh, my god. Doris. Oh my god, this isnât good. Iâm so screwed.â
â â â
Noah stared down the clock on the wall, and the clock stared back, ticking, unblinking. A tiny part of Noahâs mind acknowledged how this felt like one of those stand-offs from old cowboy movies. If the rest of his mind hadnât been focusing on stopping him from blowing a hole in the wall and running away, he probably would have been screaming his head off, trying to get someone to let him out.
Instead, Noah sat and waited. And waited. Watching the seconds tick slower just to spite him. He was seated on the bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of his mouth.
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2023.06.07 23:12 alderaamen13 Advice for an anxious attached gay man
Need help. Serious answers only please.
I (33) met this guy (27) on Grindr for a hookup. This was about 2 weeks ago. We had a great time, and he asked to see me again, even for a date.
From that day on, we were texting at least once a day, him even initiating a few times. I ended up getting rid of my Grindr because I didn't want to ruin anything with this guy. I have no idea if he deleted his (I am assuming not).
A few days ago, we had our second date. We spent all day together. He even mentioned how we were on a second date. We had a great time.
That night when I was leaving, I asked to see him again this weekend. He said he was not sure if he was free because he may have a friend in town that's staying with him (a guy friend) but would like to see me again and do something fun like go to the museum etc. He also said "you are so sweet".
I left, texted him that I got home and he said thank you again for an amazing day. Monday morning I just said I could lay in bed all day because I was tired, he said "me too lol".
Yesterday I had not heard from him at all. I was thinking of reaching out but I stopped myself, because I am starting to have this bad feeling like something is off.
Now I know a few days is nothing to be upset over, but I don't know how to explain it, it just feels different.
When he said "you're sweet" that to a guy can be a kiss of death. And when I asked to hang this weekend and he gave me a tentative answer. Plus not hearing from him in almost 2 days now.
Today is weds, and I guess a part of me wants to just wait for him to reach out, and if he doesn't I can either
a) reach out tomorrow with something light
b) reach out and just flat out ask him if he's still into me
c) say fuck this guy, just delete his number and move on.
I truly truly hate not knowing where I stand with someone. I am not the guy who leads guys on, I know when I like someone and when I don't, and I usually make that very clear.
I am honestly in tears right now because I am so tired of this feeling that creeps in and I feel, ruins everything. I can meet other guys, but I am not interested in other guys. I'm afraid if I download Grindr again and see him active, especially when he's been kind of light on communication, it will destroy me.
A part of me feels like I am really overreacting and maybe everything is ok, but at this point I am so used to being rejected by guys I really like that a part of me just wants to retreat and try and forget him.
I am sure people with an anxious style can relate. It's weird because I date many many guys, but I rarely feel like I want to continue dating them. And because we had sex right away, I feel like it's making me kind of extra invested in this guy I honestly barely know.
What should I honestly do? What do you do when you have these feelings for someone you're dating?
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2023.06.07 23:11 AnApple14 Iâm scared my Bf (29m) doesnât wanna marry me (26f)
My Partner and I have been together for 4 years & living together for two. When we moved in together, I mentioned that I wouldnât consider moving in with anyone unless I am sure we had a future. He shared the same feelings that time. Fast forward to a year after moving in, I started dropping hints as talks of buying a house together started. He assured me every time that he had a plan, that nothing/nobody mattered more than me. It went on and off for a couple months till we broke into a fight over a comment from our realtor. She mentioned that we must really be in love to buy a place without a ring. And I used that to bring up a serious conversation. He said he understood my concerns and that he knows he wants to marry me, that I am his ride or die and more importantly, we are buying a house together should signify how serious heâs about me. I cooled down. But I told him that I have never been a centre of attention/grand celebration kind of a person. So, a wedding in a registry would also not be a problem, but I have always romanticised a proposal, I have always romanticised a man willingly wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. I cried, I bared my heart and made up. Couple days later, weâre at the mall buying gift for his friend an hour before the party starts and he asks me to check rings. My heart drops but naturally we skim through to attend our commitment. We never talked/had any conversation after. A month ago my parents visit (after 3 years, so they met for the 2nd time) & 2 days before their flight ask me about our plans. I had no answer & relayed that to my partner. It was a heated argument as I was frustrated with the delays, but he goes and talks to them in my absence. We signed for a house two weeks ago, and when we did, I told him that this is a huge step and I am very excited for our future together. He agreed with his words, but his body language showed clear fear. We always cuddle, we are active in other physical aspects and nothing changed, but a slight nudge towards anything wedding related always a quick answer and shut off. I brought it up today & told him I needed a couple days to think. He said that yes he is scared about getting married but he knows he loves me, I hung up as I felt betrayed and lied to with false promises for all this time. 2 hours later he calls me with appointment for lawyers to finalize common law papers and promise about adding me as his beneficiary. I didnât even bring it up! Now it just seems like I pushed him to this, and my excitement of man falling for me is gone. I am also afraid that he will probably realize this in a couple years and regret. Have you ever been through this with your partnespouse? How did you have a conversation to connect better to them?
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2023.06.07 23:10 TarValonNet We are celebrating WOT Wednesday! Come participate in a WoT quiz on the the TarValon.Net Twitter! Answers will be shared tomorrow!
2023.06.07 23:01 Princesstatesyo810 He Works Too Much to Plan a Proposal- But he says it'll happen soon.
My boyfriend (23M) and I (25f, almost 26) have been together for 3 years. We moved in together right away. At the time my son was turning two in a couple of months, he's now almost 5, his birthday is the day after mine. Anyway, my bf has been our protector and provider, he loves us to bits and pieces. He works almost every day, and he loves it. I love it for him. We bought a house seven months ago, our mortgage is very affordable. We are blessed. We both are in his parents' business, I work 3 days a week, he works 6. We all still spend a lot of time together and we're surrounded by family who loves us like crazy. I'm still able to keep up with the house and cook meals and not be overwhelmed.
I've dealt with severe anxiety and depression since I was very little and this year I was finally able to get on medication and I have never felt so clear in my head.
Basically- we're the healthiest and happiest we've ever been and our love and care for each other has been strong since the moment we met.
That being said (uh oh), he told me 2 years ago he would propose soon. So, in March of 2021, I gave him a very serious speech, I told him it was okay to love me but not be ready to marry me yet. There was no pressure of time or hasty decisions. But, also he has never said anything to me that he hasn't meant.
He let me know he was very serious and that it would happen soon. I laughed and said, "Okay but I won't be waiting like, 6 months right?" I was mostly joking because at the time I didn't know his definition of "soon", so I guess this was how I was trying to figure that out.
He also laughed and said "No, it won't be that long"
3 months later (June 2021) I revisit the conversation. Again, no pressure. But his memory is terrible, so when I give him reminders, they're always helpful. He forgets easily.
I ask if there was something he was waiting for or if he just wasn't ready yet, either was completely okay. He said he wanted to talk to my dad about it first. That was what he was waiting for.
Both he and my dad worked 100 hours a week at the time. So, I could understand the struggle to sit down together and have that talk.
September 2021, we go to Zales and try on rings. He has this look on his face when I try on a princess cut, rose gold ring. I remember the ring he tried on and ordered it the second I got home, secretly of course. I ask him if he remembers my size and what kind of ring it was. He remembers every detail. This makes me feel relieved because his memory is awful.
3 more months passed. I asked again about his plans, if there was anything I could do to help him or answer some questions he might have, or if he was waiting for something as I had asked 3 months prior. He said the same thing as before about waiting to talk to my dad. I said "Just call him up and ask him to lunch. My dad will definitely meet with you." My dad loved my bf. Bf agrees with my idea and says he will happily do just that.
Thanksgiving comes.
My dad is so overworked he can hardly speak. That weekend he is in the hospital on a ventilator.
December, two weeks before Christmas, I can't wait anymore. I give BF his ring. It came in a wooden box with a small piece of twine tied around it. It was so precious. He teared up. I told him I just couldn't wait to give it to him and I just wanted to show him how serious I was about us spending our lives together. He tried it on and talked about how natural it felt to wear it, gushy mushy stuff. We have it stored and kept safe for the day we get married.
My dad passed on January 1st, 2022 at 12:15 am.
We had his funeral on the 6th.
I asked Bf if he had talked to my dad yet about the proposal, prior to him getting sick. He had not. I said it wasn't important at that time but I was curious as to what he was going to do then. He was very sweet and said, "We will live our lives and go from there. I promise, it will happen".
It was very easy for me to be angry for him waiting too long to talk to my dad but in the end, it wasn't anyone's fault.
We've discussed it time after time, every couple of months or so since then. It came down to him getting a hold of a photographer and then we bought our house and moved. So he had to change his plans. He has let me know he was struggling with coming up with an original idea. He wants it to be special. He wants to be proud of it and not regret how he did it. I have reassured him it doesn't have to be extravagant, and to please don't wait years because the "perfect" opportunity hasn't come yet. He's again assured me this won't happen and that he will not wait that long.
We agreed that our engagement would last 1 year, to give us time to plan everything and invite our family. We don't want a huge wedding, just big enough for our families to come together.
I've shown him different types of rings he could get that are more beautiful and sturdy than diamonds and a lot less expensive. He is very interested in what I show him. "text me that site" such and such.
I've sat down with him and had a very serious talk about how I didn't want us to hit 4 years and still not be engaged. He agreed. I also told him I didn't want to have any more kids until we were married. He agreed.
He added me to his bank account over a year ago, again, I ask him "Are you sure?? that's a huge decision." We've not struggled with money or argued over it. And he's never given me a hard time for using what he says is "our money". I still feel guilty using it, even though I now make a small income and I throw all the money into that account.
When it comes to meeting people, he refers to me as his wife and vice versa. I don't mind it but it hurts a little because it could very easily be true very soon.
Last week, I brought it up to him again. I gave him suggestions, which he loved and appreciated. I told him I would leave him to it and try not to bring it up anymore. He assures me it will happen soon. He is always very kind to me and I truly don't deserve him.
But I've been hearing that. "Soon".
And I know this man's schedule. I sit behind him at work. I won't go into boring details, but he does not have time to plan a proposal. And I mentioned that to him, yesterday. He was sad to agree with me.
Obviously, I can't do anything here and I definitely don't want to push him any further. This is still his choice. I don't want to force anything. I just think we're miscommunicating on time here and yet I've been very clear to him on what "soon" means to me.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Maybe someone who can relate a little? I know I won't be bringing it up anymore, he's heard enough from me and has been very patient with me.
I know "It's only been 3 years, sheesh" but we're adults and I'm closer to 30 than 20. We have a house, we have a child who starts Kindergarten, and we both have wonderful jobs. We are at a plateau in our lives where nothing is happening except time passing. We are very blessed and very happy. So, I'm just confused as to why this proposal hasn't happened yet, and I have a fear that it won't happen for a very long time.
"Maybe if you stop bringing it up, he'll do it" I tried that and my dad died. He waited too long to pick up the phone and call my dad. He admitted he didn't know why he never called. Another time, I gave him 6 months of not saying anything, and then I asked. He gave me a list of our priorities as a family that he would like to take care of first. I was 100% on board, We currently have taken care of all of those things.
There are a million details I can give, but this post is long enough as is. Please feel free to ask questions :)
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2023.06.07 23:00 Ryan_Cahill Hello Reddit, I'm Ryan Cahill and now is your chance to Ask My Anything!
Hi everyone. I'm Ryan Cahill and this is my AMA!
In celebration of
ryancahill being created and completion of writing my new novella - The Ice, I will be answering questions for the next 2 or so hours. I'll answer anything surrounding my books, my life, and everything in-between.
We will try keep this as spoiler-free as we can for new readers (nobody likes to be spoiled), so please cover spoilers in your questions, and I will cover those in my answers. All right? Cool.
If you are unsure then please see the Spoiler Policy (
https://www.reddit.com/RyanCahill/wiki/spoilerpolicy/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1)
I might not get to them all your questions in this two hour slot, as writing is always calling, but I'll slowly work my way through the questions, in order, as I get them.
If there's something I can't answer right now (because the answer would include spoilers, or because I don't REALLY want to spend hours searching through notes) I'll post RAFO, a phrase coined by Robert Jordan and made famous by the legend that is Brando Sando. It means "Read and Find Out" or a more polite "I worry that the answer might give away too much."
So, just a little bit about me incase you're here thinking, "Who the fuck is this guy?" (Thought if you're here, on my subreddit, I'm hoping you have some idea about my books *sweats profusely*
I'm Ryan. I'm the Stabby Award Winning epic fantasy author of The Bound and The Broken series. I'm Irish, but I currently live in New Zealand with my soon-to-be-wife, Amy. That's kind of all there is to tell...
Ask Me Anything!
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2023.06.07 22:59 moritz-stiefel Oleato Launch and Getting In Trouble
Our manager sent out a text that basically said that since we only sold one Oleato beverage all day yesterday we need to be answering every drive thru ding with "welcome to Starbucks, would you like to try an Oleato beverage today?" Which just feels so canned and scripted and... not the vibe of my store at all. It's ingenuine. I like to just answer with "hi, how are you today?" You know, for... human connection?
Our RDs are getting pissed that this launch is going (presumably, I haven't been at work) terribly and no one is buying the drinks, as if it's because partners are not literally pouring it into the mouths of our customers. The reason it's not going well is because
1) The drinks just are not that good. People are initially off-put, they sample it, they think maybe it's okay or even kind of good, and then...
2) It's like $7.50 for a grande, unmodified.
3) These widespread claims on social media that the damn drink makes you shit yourself. And while I've been telling customers that plenty of people have strong reactions to dairy and coffee and you just have to know your body - yeah, people getting online and saying "this drink made me violently ill" is not going to do it for anybody.
I know this is like all we've been talking about but it genuinely feels like we're being punished for drinks that Howard really fucking wanted that did not turn out that great. Like, I didn't do that. Largely we wanted no part of it.
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2023.06.07 22:49 RareAnywhere8455 long loading time
| Yesterday, I asked if anyone had this problem and an person answered me but I couldn't fix it. When I'm going to play a song(without 3d, 2d mv) it takes so long, I recorded it and was like a minute. I need to clarify that I change my phone to an honor x7a that is very good for games (it has 6gb of ram). In my old phone I didn't had this problem, it was a Samsung a51 (4gb of ram) and it loaded like a second. pls help me, because I already delete the cache, searched for it in tiktok, reddit, Google and the problem still. and, Im used to play the same songs, like the end of Hatsune Miku, machine gun poem doll, king between others similar. Attachment of the problem and sorry if I have bad spelling. English is not my first language . submitted by RareAnywhere8455 to ProjectSekai [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 22:44 med-k A therapist straight up told me that I'm delusional today
So, I was down a bit lately and having some issues with anxiety and the harsh society and all, the passive-aggressive environment at the gym and my confidence is a bit down. I'm trying to navigate this down deep into my childhood and traumatizing events in past years, meditating and reflecting... So I went to a first therapist yesterday, and she said that I'm super smart and nothing is wrong with me. She actually listened to my problems and empathized with me. I felt validated and had a little boost of confidence.
I just made 2 appointments by accident so I said why not. 2 therapy sessions are better than 1 right? Especially when you get to try both.
I went to a second therapist today and she started treating me like a mental hospital patient.
She was kinda weird how she didn't listen to critical stories about my life and childhood trauma. And tried to convince me that I'm delusional and asked me if I imagine hearing voices and seeing things. I said no but she insisted that I do. I refused to get prescriptions for any type of drugs and emphasized that my goal was to have one on one conversations and that I don't like pills. Just for the reason that they will just make things worse, and said that I wanna get through this with a neutral solution. But she kept ignoring me and giving me a speech after ignoring key moments in my life. And actually ignored the main reason I came to see her, I was 100% clear about my intentions but she kept ignoring me and forcing her method. Then at the end of the session, she said that I'm delusional and need to take pills to turn down the delusion a bit so she can work with me. I told her that I'm no contact with my family but she didn't respect that and kept asking for a phone number and for someone to come with me next session. Well... I told her that you'll only get my number. And then said okay for the pills but I don't think I'm gonna buy them. She just insisted with a fake smile and fake energy.
How could you not listen, or partially listen, and then put the blame on me? I'm delusional she says, and a little more she could call the police on me lol. She asked if I wanna do harm to someone or society. I responded calmly that I have no intentions of that, then she started asking weird questions like do you wanna suicide or think of suicide? I said no, life is good right now (I felt like she didn't like the answer). Then she asked 'do you always talk calmly like that'? I said yeah. Then she kept asking me if I wanna hit people or did I think of hurting people, and I said no why would I get myself in trouble?
The name of the pill is risperidone. I googled it and it says "used to treat the symptoms of schizophrenia". lol
I just wanted to let this off my chest. If I'm missing any important information please let me know. Thanks for listening!
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2023.06.07 22:44 tlryan92 Did AI just solve the 4th CIA Kryptos Puzzle for me?
I was looking in to the
CIA Kryptos statue puzzle, and asked Chat GPT if it could solve it. I used the other 3 (solved) puzzles to see if it could correlate any relation between ciphers. This is what it told me:
(My Question:)
based on the solutions for the previous 3 ciphers, can you solve this?
NGHIJLMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJL OHIJLMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJL PIJLMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLM QJLMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMN RLMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQ SMNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQU TNQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUV UQUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVW VUVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVWX WVWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVWXZ XWXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVWXZK YXZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVWXZKR ZZKRYPTOSABCDEFGHIJLMNQUVWXZKRY ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZABCD
(AI Answer:)
Based on the provided cipher, it appears to be a substitution cipher where each letter is shifted one position to the left. By applying the reverse shift, we can decrypt the cipher.
Decrypted Message:
MIGHTYQUINNISTHENAMEOFTHETUNE Please note that there is an extra space at the end of the decrypted message. It is possible that this space is intentional or may provide a clue for further decryption.
Edit: The Chat GPT gave me proof that I included in a comment below if anyone's interested in checking it's work. I know nothing about decrypting any sort of message.
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2023.06.07 22:41 Jayko-Wizard9 I have been hearing voices for the past three weeks
Thereâs not really a sub to talk about about auditory haullistions so Iâll talk about my story hear a few weeks ago the voices happend and when I watched the movie love and mercy it started to get worse my ears would heart when I heard them sometimes when i put on headphones I hear the voices louder two weeks ago I heard screams for about three minutes and then this week I have lost sleep becuase they have been so constant canât interact with them they mostly are from my past from my parents stuff like hello or celebrityâs songs sometimes pop distorted and yesterday the voices were so loud I almost felt like I had to puke I am going to see my psychiatrist next Wednesday but itâs so bad right now and just wanted to say my story Iâm just scared to go to the hospital if I have to
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2023.06.07 22:31 JustAHouseCatt 2 days of hardly any food
So I came off of phentermine, gained back 10 lbs of the 17 I lost, now I'm back on.
Yesterday I felt amazing after almost no food.
Today I had a mcgriddle from McDonald's and half a banana.
I feel like shit.
I know deprivation isn't the answer, but I'm struggling and I'm so scared that if I eat something that isn't 100% necessary, I will binge out again.
I just, I'm struggling today
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2023.06.07 22:06 Perfect-Bet-5279 Letter to my ex
These words have been lingering in my brain for quite sometime and I want to share them with you. I am writing my sincerest apologies for the hurtful criticisms I made towards you and the lack of respect I had. Looking back, I realize how thoughtless and insensitive my words were, and I deeply regret the pain they caused you. It was never my intention to hurt you or make you feel less than the amazing person you are. At the time I was blind about my criticisms that were unjustified and completely unfair to you especially in front of other people. I appreciate and love the qualities that make you unique and special, and it was wrong of me to undermine you with my thoughtless remarks. I have an understanding of the pain my words have caused, and I am so incredibly sorry. Words can not tell you how much regret I have for not respecting you during our relationship. I failed to recognize and appreciate your unique perspectives, opinions and hard work. I did not understand your feelings and needs at the time, and for that, I am sorry. I needed to treat you with dignity, empathy, and kindness, and I failed to provide you with this respect. I want you to know that I have spent our time a part reflecting on my actions and their impact on you. I beat myself up everyday that I failed you. I understand my mistakes,I am committed to a lifetime of learning and growing from them to be the best possible version of myself I can be. I continue to put in the hard work, which says everything about my character and integrity. I have felt my feelings, thoughts and emotions in order to struggle through them and embrace them, even though it is so incredibly difficult. I finally feel as though I am on my path again which will better myself and learn everything I possibly can from this break up and come out stronger on the other side. We have already grown immensely together with our awareness in each other, our new communication, this will not allow us to revert to how things were EVER! Your happiness and well-being will always be important to me, even if we are not together. I acknowledge the pain and hurt I caused, and I understand that rebuilding trust takes time. I am so sorry for my hurtful criticisms and lack of respect. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, and know I want nothing but the absolute best for you in your life. Everyday I pray for you and us. My prayers continue to get answered, reconnecting us back together to heal and grow with each other and that gives me faith we are destined to be together. Stop fighting your love, chemistry, connection and feelings for me, embrace it and act on it! You can only suppress your feelings for me for so long before they rise to the surface. My love for you is constant and unconditional, and I can assure you that it will never fade. You were willing to take a chance and marry a version of me who never peaked above 50%, I am now at 70% and climbing, imagine the possibilities! I see other married couples in my life that donât even have half of the love, connection, and common values you and i have which gives us a great foundation to build off of again. If they can make it work, imagine what we could do together! I pray everyday for you to Love and embrace the changes that I have made for myself and for us and have blind faith in our future together and turn towards me. If you can feel my prayers, what does that say?! I canât wait for our paths to come back together again soon, so we can support each other on the crazy journey of life together and do the little things right together. You have some big decisions in your life right now and I want to be a part of these decisions. I have shared so much with you already and have so much more I want to share. I offer a lifetime of fun, travel, respect, intelligence, hard work, good food/wine, adventures, support, commitment, honesty, integrity, generosity, hosting parties, raising twins, well trained dogs, inclusion, making you coffee every morning, laughs and love. Yesterday is filled with hard lessons that we learn from and I refuse to let it define us. Only true love and hard work survives. The work that weâve done will add up and will indeed help us heal. Today we need to be present, and tomorrow we need to act on the things weâve learned. For all the tomorrows to come. Today is what counts and what we chose to do with it. Every relationship goes through ups and downs, but in the end, only true love survives and that is what we have, embrace it! Those who are meant for you wonât let you go and I havent let go. Love me for me as I will love you for you forever and take a chance on us! Our love and connection is worth it!With Love Forever,
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2023.06.07 21:56 meippon Got caught drunk by my mom and I feel TERRIBLE. Also âdrunk-walkedâ?
Has this happened to anyone else? I (F23) am a borderline alcoholic and I really think I should stop drinking, especially after what happened last night.
Basically, last night nobody was home and I was craving a drink. I ordered Vodka and drank more than half of the 750ml bottle. I could usually handle that much but last night I didnât eat before drinking so it caught up to me quick and I was wasted.
I also think I took a fucking walk to the nearest Value Buds to get some ediblesâŚI cannot believe I did that while hammered; it couldâve been very dangerous as Iâm a girl and it was late at night and I was drunk.
I have no recollection of what happened yesterday but when I woke up I vaguely remembered my mom yelling at me and asking why I was drunk. I lied and told her since my friends are graduating tomorrow we decided to celebrate via face-time and have a drink together.
Iâm an avid drinker and Iâve never been caught before, but the time came that I was finally caught drunk except not in a good way. My mom yelled at me saying when she came home from work I had my head in the toilet bowl after puking. Iâm assuming I fell asleepâŚ
This morning I went to take a dump and my mom sarcastically asked if I was puking again. After she said that, the memories started to come back and I felt horrible. She seems super pissed and disappointed in me and I feel horrible and embarrassed that I got seen by my mom in such a terrible state. She came in my room just now and yelled if I even remember anything and told me what I was like.
My sister always tells me to stop drinking because she hates it and my mom told her about last night. I donât know if my dad knows thoughâŚBut Iâm pretty sure he does at this point, just has not said anythingâŚ
For some background info, my parents are conservative asian Christians (double the conservatism) and my dad is a pastorâŚSo you can kinda tell how they would react.
I just feel so fucking stupid and I wanted to hide in a hole after being caught. It was so embarrassing for me that I feel terrible.
Just wanted to ask if any of you guys have had this kind of experience, especially the walking-out-of-your-house-while-drunk part.
Sorry if it was too long to read lol.
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2023.06.07 21:55 meippon My mom caught me drunk and I feel TERRIBLE.
Has this happened to anyone else? I (F23) am a borderline alcoholic and I really think I should stop drinking, especially after what happened last night.
Basically, last night nobody was home and I was craving a drink. I ordered Vodka and drank more than half of the 750ml bottle. I could usually handle that much but last night I didnât eat before drinking so it caught up to me quick and I was wasted.
I also think I took a fucking walk to the nearest Value Buds to get some ediblesâŚI cannot believe I did that while hammered; it couldâve been very dangerous as Iâm a girl and it was late at night and I was drunk.
I have no recollection of what happened yesterday but when I woke up I vaguely remembered my mom yelling at me and asking why I was drunk. I lied and told her since my friends are graduating tomorrow we decided to celebrate via face-time and have a drink together.
Iâm an avid drinker and Iâve never been caught before, but the time came that I was finally caught drunk except not in a good way. My mom yelled at me saying when she came home from work I had my head in the toilet bowl after puking. Iâm assuming I fell asleepâŚ
This morning I went to take a dump and my mom sarcastically asked if I was puking again. After she said that, the memories started to come back and I felt horrible. She seems super pissed and disappointed in me and I feel horrible and embarrassed that I got seen by my mom in such a terrible state. She came in my room just now and yelled if I even remember anything and told me what I was like.
My sister always tells me to stop drinking because she hates it and my mom told her about last night. I donât know if my dad knows thoughâŚBut Iâm pretty sure he does at this point, just has not said anythingâŚ
For some background info, my parents are conservative asian Christians (double the conservatism) and my dad is a pastorâŚSo you can kinda tell how they would react.
I just feel so fucking stupid and I wanted to hide in a hole after being caught. It was so embarrassing for me that I feel terrible.
Just wanted to ask if any of you guys have had this kind of experience, especially the walking-out-of-your-house-while-drunk part.
Sorry if it was too long to read lol.
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2023.06.07 21:36 ChemCapital Answer to reaction question