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I'm a 26 year old who just discovered Pink Floyd for the first time a few days ago. I say "discovered", even though I was already familiar with them, because I had only briefly and, more importantly, unconsciously heard their music. It was not until a few days ago that I truly discovered their music, listened to it, and resonated with it. Since then, I have been going down the Pink Floyd rabbit hole through which I especially became enamored with David Gilmour's playing. "Dogs" is one of the most rich, complex, and beautiful songs I've ever heard (which is a fit description for what feels like all their tracks); you become entranced the second the first chord of the song is strummed. It was also through this rabbit hole where it felt like I got a brain massage at 5-star hotel spa by Mark Knopfler's guitar playing in "Sultans of Swing", and I was enraptured by how Hendrix emulated sounds of war and distress with his guitar like an onomatopoeia thunderbolt in his "Star Spangled Banner" performance. Mind you, my music taste had barely touched anything near rock music/psychedelic rock for the past 25.9 years, so this is all very new to me.
As a consequence of my recent listening experiences, I have been struck by the regret of not having learned guitar thus far, but the second best time is now. So, my redemption arc is to learn it. With that being said, which Stratocaster model should I get that could best radiate, and allow me to capture the essence of the music that I've been listening to the past few days? My budget is probably around $1900-$2000. I've heard a lot of good things about the American Pro II, open to any recommendations.

I know it's not the end of the world to not have any internships or stuff going on over the summer especially after freshman year, but every single college freshman I know, both from my college and people I knew from high school, have huge internships/reus/nonprofits/things going on. my college is also kind of competitive so it kind of makes sense but it's a lot more than I thought it would be :( I didn't apply to nearly enough stuff over the year and I was kind of burnt out/assumed I wouldn't get into anything, but now I'm just panicking that I'm behind and I don't know what I should do to try to salvage this summer. I had a small summer research job on campus planned but due to other circumstances the person renting to me couldn't rent it anymore so I can't do that either :(. I'm an applied math/computer engineering major for reference, and I'm just so neurotic and panicking right now and I feel nauseous just sitting at home doing nothing and I'm just so mad at myself for not trying harder over the year and pushing myself to just apply for more things and this is becoming a rant/vent now :( idk i'm partially just exhausted and partially just extremely anxious that I'm falling behind everyone and I want to find something I can do to feel a little bit on top of things??? idk anymore
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tl;dr i didn't try hard enough to find things to do over the year and now I'm going through a neurotic episode bc of it and any advice/ideas for things to do to feel less useless would be appreciated

My father is 74, nearly 75. He was in during the Vietnam era. He was medically discharged, and has lost his entire splien and part of his liver from an injury he sustained which caused his med discharge.
Im trying to helpmy parents put in claims, but i am struggling to even get the VA site to let me make a profile for him. Does anyone know of any phone contacts i can use to help get him a va.gov account?

I'm a 26 year old who just discovered Pink Floyd for the first time a few days ago. I say "discovered", even though I was already familiar with them, because I had only briefly and, more importantly, unconsciously heard their music. It was not until a few days ago that I truly discovered their music, listened to it, and resonated with it. Since then, I have been going down the Pink Floyd rabbit hole through which I especially became enamored with David Gilmour's playing. "Dogs" is one of the most rich, complex, and beautiful songs I've ever heard (which is a fit description for what feels like all their tracks); you become entranced the second the first chord of the song is strummed. It was also through this rabbit hole where it felt like I got a brain massage at 5-star hotel spa by Mark Knopfler's guitar playing in "Sultans of Swing", and I was enraptured by how Hendrix emulated sounds of war and distress with his guitar like an onomatopoeia thunderbolt in his "Star Spangled Banner" performance. Mind you, my music taste had barely touched anything near rock music/psychedelic rock for the past 25.9 years, so this is all very new to me.
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As a consequence of my recent listening experiences, I have been struck by the regret of not having learned guitar thus far, but the second best time is now. So, my redemption arc is to learn it. With that being said, which Stratocaster model should I get that could best radiate, and allow me to capture the essence of the music that I've been listening to the past few days? My budget is probably around $1900-$2000. I've heard a lot of good things about the American Pro II, open to any recommendations.

For me, it’s Evermeans. If I don’t know that they’re there and pop out of the ground, I nearly have a fucking heart attack. I have to literally pause the game and calm down. I have no idea who thought having like half the trees in a goddamn forest be Evermeans would be a good idea, and they do this in multiple areas in the Depths. Thanfully, they have a very easy tell, so they don’t surprise me too often now.

I have a friend who I treasure very dearly. The lines between platonic, romantic and sexual attraction have definitely been blurry in the past, but we both have partners so mutually agreed to stay as friends. He's very physically affectionate with me when other people aren't around but I've always found this grounding and nice.
He came to visit my city this weekend for a reunion for a program we were both apart of. We had some downtime and he was keen to help me out with a hut I'm building out in the bush behind my flat. There's decades of old residents trash chucked there including an old mattress. I showed him some of the cool bottles and crockery I've found and started collecting sticks but he found the mattress and indicated I should sit there with him. We talked for a few hours and held eachother close as it was getting cold. He moved my legs so they were over his. He told me he had an erection and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I asked if I should move them off. He said it felt nice and started thrusting into my leg. My mind sort of stopped working and I just looked up at the leaves above me until he stopped. I don't know how long it went on for but he eventually noticed I had seized up and stopped. He wasn't holding me down or anything and I didn't tell him I didn't want him to so it's probably my fault but I just froze. His girlfriend is long distance so I understand he has a lot of pent up feelings but this felt really wrong. I wish we could have had more of a talk about it first. I used to feel so safe and now I don't think I can look at him. He apologized and asked if we were still cool and I said sure. I walked him back to the flat to get his things and back to the bus stop. We were both supposed to head back to town but I stayed home because I felt really ill.
I texted him that I needed some space and he said that was probably a good idea.
Building the hut was a refuge but now I can't even go near it. I don't feel like I'm in my body anymore.
I don't want it to be a big thing I just want to know if I'm warping things out of perspective. Should I continue the friendship? It was a dumb mistake and he's someone really important to me but I just feel sick at myself and I don't know what to do.
TLDR: One of my closest friends did something that made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable while we were alone and I want to know if it's something I can mend if I've blown things out of proportion.

Hi! I’ve been trying to do those quests with Gale, Adler and Flare where you need to collect smoke rings and stuff. However, whenever I fly near a smoke ring, it just disappears…? And even if I fly where it used to be, the game doesn’t register it as another smoke ring. This makes me fail a lot of missions. Anyone out there facing the same issue, and any words of advice? Thanks!

Heyyy. I’m a super chill, witty & fun-loving woman who’s looking for great convos and laughs. Something long-term but also platonic. I’m hoping you’re in the US just so our hours line up! I’m great at multi-tasking and texting so let’s chat!
Some things about me.. I love going to concerts, seeing stand up shows, traveling. I enjoy good books, writing, pretending I can paint, laughing until my stomach aches & a ton of small eclectic interests lol I enjoy nature and outdoors, spending time near the ocean or hiking to see beautiful things.
If you could use a friend, listening ear or safe place to be yourself then I’d like to get to know you. Just to kick things off, are your favorite bands/artists?

I would love your help with figuring out my itinerary! It is me (46), my husband (46), son (18), and daughter (15), all in decent shape although my daughter is not very active but she loves nature and animals. We’re going July 8-15. Right now the tentative plan is this:
July 8 - land in Kalispell at 1pm, get rental, stock up at grocery store in Columbia Falls, explore Apgar Village and visitors center, stay at Lake McDonald Lodge.
July 9 - out the door by 6am, drive to Logan Pass, hike the Highline (haven’t decided if we’ll do it all the way to the loop or not), GTTSR stops & Lake McDonald later in the day. Stay at Lake McDonald Lodge.
July 10 - Trail of the Cedars/Avalanche Lake Trail, GTTSR. Stay at Rising Sun.
July 11 - Out by 6am to Logan Pass, Hidden Lake trail. Any GTTSR stops we missed. St Mary Visitors Center. Many Glacier boat tour at 3pm. Stay at Many Glacier.
July 12 - Out by 5:30am, walk to Grinnell Glacier trail (we couldn’t get boat reservation). Fishercap Lake that evening. Stay at Many Glacier.
July 13 - another hike near Many Glacier - possibly Iceberg Lake or Cracker Lake? Or we might just sleep in and drive to Waterton when we wake up, drive Red Rock Canyon, stay at Prince of Wales hotel. Might try staying up late to see Milky Way somewhere.
July 14 - Bears Hump trail or boat tour. Drive to Two Medicine. Boat tour and Twin Falls Hike at 3pm. Stay at Mountain Pine Motel.
July 15 - Try to see sunrise at Two Medicine Lake. Drive to airport.
Questions:
-Is Waterton worth it or should we try to stay at Many Glacier one more night?
-Does this seem doable for healthy but slightly lazy teenage girl? The waking up wouldn’t be a problem, but the hiking concerns me a little. She’s done lots of hikes in the past but no 10 milers.
-I would like to see the Milky Way one night and get sunrise and sunset pictures - not sure where to fit those in.
Any changes/suggestions would be very much appreciated! We’ve been to many national parks but I’m finding Glacier to be a challenging one to plan. Thank you!!

Stopped into the local shop today to check out the pre-owned case. There was a Springfield 1911 in there that appears to be new...or nearly. Not sure what model it is. Full size, flat blue finish, commander style hammer, flat mainspring housing, adjustable rear sight. It's on consignment at $550. I started panting and forced myself to leave ha ha. I'm thinking about going back tomorrow...unless everyone tells me no.

(from our job posting)
TITLE: Sr. Helpdesk Technician
Do you thrive in the field of IT, solving complex problems, and ensuring seamless tech operations? If so, we have an opportunity for you. Our Managed Service Provider (MSP) company is looking for a seasoned Senior Helpdesk Technician to strengthen our team of professionals. We're 6 person based MSP in the heart of Burbank, CA, and we value local talent to contribute to our ongoing success. Job Requirements: MSP Experience: Prior work in an MSP environment is essential for understanding our unique, fast-paced setting. Office 365 administration: Proficiency in this area is required, as it forms a critical part of our service portfolio. Windows & MAC OS Desktop: We need a candidate comfortable with this platform, with a track record to back it up. VMWare: Our operations require solid experience with VMWare. MSP tool stacks: Familiarity with key MSP tools is non-negotiable for this role. Firewalls: Particularly SonicWall and Fortinet. We count on our helpdesk to maintain robust defenses for our clients' systems. Location and Mobility: Candidates should live near Burbank, CA, and have reliable transportation for occasional onsite support. Customer Service and Teamwork: Outstanding phone-based customer service and a commitment to teamwork are vital for success in this role. Troubleshooting & Documentation: This role requires strong troubleshooting skills, a relentless approach to task completion, and rigorous attention to detail in documenting all actions taken.
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A MUST: Trust that you are going to fix the issues. No 2nd guesses. You'll ask if you have questions. Just an honest and straight forward approach. Someone we can trust to be there and get job done and cleanly. Experience: Candidates should have a minimum of 5-8 years in a similar MSP role and an ongoing commitment to professional development. What we offer: A hybrid work setup, blending remote work with occasional onsite assistance. A supportive, team-oriented environment that promotes personal and professional growth. A competitive starting salary of $73,000 to $80,000, with the potential for bonuses and raises. A comprehensive benefits package, including full medical, vision, vacation, and an opportunity to contribute to a 401k. If you're a problem-solver who sees IT challenges as opportunities to learn and grow, and you're ready to bring your expertise to a team of dedicated professionals, we invite you to apply. Eligibility to work in the USA is required. If this opportunity matches with your career goals and experience, please submit your application today. We look forward to potentially welcoming you to our team. - Please DM me if your interested.

Hi! I’m considering homeschooling, more specifically a hybrid style of school, there are a couple near me that are two or three days in school and then two or three at home. They seem promising, and I’ve also been looking into co-ops. If we go the homeschool route I would like to be able to have a lot of resources, and socializing, clubs etc which is I why I’m looking into this. I guess I would just love to hear about any personal experiences with either of these. Thank you so much.

Hey all,
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I've created a throwaway for this, but recently I have had some issues in my relationship and I am hoping that this community may be able to offer some advice. I'm not extremely familiar with the subreddit, so please feel free to pull this if any rules have been violated or to direct me to a better place to post. However, in the little time that I have lurked, I have found this subreddit to be populated by generous people who all seem to give reasonable advice. Due to the particulars of my situation, I think this may be the appropriate place to post and I would greatly appreciate any advice from more experienced members of this community. It's a bit of a long story, so thank you in advance for your time and consideration.
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My fiance and I have been together for over five years. Altogether, we have a wonderful relationship. She is an absolute darling and I cannot imagine another person better suited for me. I believe she feels the same. We are recently engaged and I am overjoyed to be spending the rest of my life with her.
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Throughout the course of our relationship we have had a policy of nonmonogamy. We both love each other greatly, but also understand that novelty and new experiences are attractive. Neither of us wants to feel betrayed by a natural urge to seek out someone else for a night or two. While we talk about this frequently, neither of us had found much cause to seek outside relationships. I have asked her to always tell me if she does find someone else she is interested in or chooses to sleep with, I feel as though openness is one of the only things that can sustain an open relationship, and I don't want to allow suspicion or resentment to corrupt our love.
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In the past, when we first started dating, she had a few flings with some other men. The first she didn't tell me about until I confronted her with clear evidence. Following that discussion, she reaffirmed her intention to tell me if anything were to happen, so that suspcion does not take root.
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I travel a lot and my last job had me out on a boat for three months. The conditions for both of us were not ideal, we both have a history of depression and both of us were experiencing a degree of it while we were separated. I was not able to give her the support she needed and I believe she may feel that she was somehow lacking in her support of me. Given the circumstances of the job and the grinding and unpleasant nature of those three months, I do not believe that she is at fault at all in this.
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However, near the end of the contract, she told me that she had slept with a guy. My initial reaction was poor. I had hoped that there was an understanding that, even if we espoused nonmonogamy, we would see fit to remain monogamous while the other was away. I had turned down advances in the past over concern that she might feel jealous or insecure. Now, on reflection, I realize that that was an unfair assumption to make. If anything good has come out of this situation so far, it is the realization that we can continue this relationship, and practice nonmonogamy, without the need for jealousy. While my initial reaction was one of anger and insecurity, all born from jealousy and longing, I no longer feel that way. We were able to discuss the situation and I am very comfortable with the possibility of her sleeping with other people and with the fact that she has slept with this individual while I was out of town. In fact, I feel a degree of security in it, knowing that this will not destroy the relationship, that jealousy fades and does not need to come up again, and knowing that I am free to make advances and take up other advances without fear of harming my fiance.
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I had asked her to, for the duration of the rest of my contract, refrain from sleeping with anyone else. I was feeling very insecure and wanted to be able to simply cap this episode until we had time to see each other and work through it. She agreed and, while I had suspicions, I believed her. Since I have been home she has told me that she had slept with a few others before this individual, people she had neglected to tell me about at the time, and that she had also continued to see this individual for a period of about a month after our initial discussion, all while assuring me that she was not. She had, one night soon after our first conversation, gone out drinking and later met up with this guy. When I had tried to call her that evening, we talked every evening, she had ignored the phone calls and turned off her phone. I was at a loss, stuck on a boat, and frantic. I thought she was dead on the side of the road, arrested for DUI, or seeing another person and cutting me out. Eventually, the next morning, I did speak to her. She lied, said that she had simply forgot to charge her phone.
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That night sticks with me, it may seem hard to believe, but it is almost certainly the worst I have felt within our entire relationship. Eventually, when I was back home and believed we were being open and honest with each other, I asked her directly if she had been with another man that evening. She lied to me a few times, and then eventully told me the truth. Later that night she told me about the other people she had slept with while I was gone. I appreciate that she is being honest now, it's not something she had to come forward with, but I am extremely hurt by her lies of omission and commission.
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I had been open and honest with my fiance throughout this period. I had poured my heart out and had been lied to about things we had promised to tell each other. I feel as though she has cheated on me, I feel betrayed and suspicious. I am not accustomed to feeling anger or insecurity with her, but I have been intermittently dominated by these emotions since this has begun to come out. She has promised to be honest in the future, and promised to be honest about anything that may have happened in the past, but I find it extremely hard to accept that. I often feel compelled to ask her if there is anything she is not telling me, or to ask her to talk with me about these previous episodes. My intention is not to bring up things that may hurt her, but I feel that the only way I will be able to accept and move through this period, to trust her again, is to be able to approach this from a position of complete and open honesty.
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She has expressed many times that she is being honest. She has also expressed that she wishes we could just move on. This is the reason she has given for withholding information once I was back in town, and for not wanting to speak about this at any depth. There is nothing I want more than to move past this, but there are times when I cannot lay next to her without betrayal and anger boiling in me, when I cannot help but bring this up again and try to lay the details bare. I am afraid that I will push her away, or reinforce her sense that by being honest she is making me unhappy and harming our relationship. I do not want her to feel as though I am asking her not to sleep with anyone else, or to have to hide any relationships she does have. In order to bring closure I need to believe she is being honest and forthcoming, but I'm afraid my insistence upon this will drive her to dishonesty and widen the rift between us.
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This woman is my world. I do not want to harm our relationship, and so I'm writing this post to seek help and advice from this community. I don't have friends who I would be able to discuss something like this with, I don't believe the conventional wisdom that someone cheating ought to end a relationship. However, I also feel torn and hurt and don't know how to digest and move past this. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I cannot imagine allowing this to open a rift between us, but I also cannot bring myself to live in suspicion or insecurity.
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I greatly appreciate all those who will take the time to read this, and I look forward to hearing from people who may have worked through a similar situation before or have any advice that they can offer. Thank you for your time and help.

I applied a few weeks ago to a Walmart near me and haven't heard back yet. No call or email, so idk. I really wanna work at Walmart again because the pay is decently better than other retail around me.
Idk who exactly to call in the store and what to say. I don't want to act entitled and say something like "hey, give me this job". Any tips would be appreciated. It's not the same walmart as last year so idk if that matters

Hey everyone. I am from Oregon but want to buy a Certified Toyota sight unseen in Steubenville. I've already test driven one near me (higher price, not my preferred color) and I know I love the car itself, I just need it checked mechanically. Anybody know of any reliable mechanics that may want to do the drive for me for a Pre-Purchase Inspection? Thanks!
Update: my phone autocorrected Steubenville in the title lol.

A few hours ago, my Dad took me to get a couple burgers and as he was taking me home, there was a homeless man standing in the exact spot I held a sign for a sign holding job a long time ago. The homeless man was holding a sign that said 'need food' and my dad's car was sitting near him for a good 75-90 seconds and I was so selfish that I did not give him one of the burgers when I had two. When the light turned green and we drove off, he looked at me and I looked at him and gave him a half smile but a fake smile. I did not think about him until 30 minutes ago. I thought, how selfish and ungodly of me, seriously. I was homeless from 2013-2016 and even though I am thinking about how nobody did anything for me when I was homeless except at the shelters where I got a bed and meals, I am really beating myself up over this man. That was clearly a sign from God. Hitting me right in the face. I need to do better for others. There are homeless people everywhere in my area and it has been well over a year since I handed someone a few bucks. A prayer for that man is pointless, he needed a burger.

It was always foggy and cold in a very small town in the mountains. People gave up walking up to the hills as the coldness made one’s bones shiver and the fog covered one’s eye sights. Even though no one ever went to the top of the mountains, there was a red-roofed house in a gloomy town there. On the way to the red-roofed house, there were tall wrinkly trees, houses that seemed abandoned, and old lanterns. During the nights, the tree branches swung as the cold night breeze blew. The shadows of the moving branches looked like a skinny ballet dancer tip-toeing. It was no wonder why villagers who dwelled under the mountain feared the mountain. During midnights, these eerie shadows danced ominously in the fading light as if it was trying to scare off people. It was here, in this haunting setting, that our story unfolds.
A young girl named Lily lived in the red-roofed house. Hiding from all people, she dwelled in the mountains with an air of anxiety clinging to her every step. Her daily life was monotonic as she lived by herself, waiting for the sun to set. She found comfort living alone, and she did not want to interact with anyone. So, she was very careful with locking the doors and was cautious if there was anyone approaching her. Only her trustful dog Cookie was a soul she relied on. She wandered through the desolate streets with him. Like usual, she went out to walk her dog to kill time. Her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread as her mind clouded with disturbing thoughts. As if Cookie knew how she was stressed with the thoughts in her mind, he got closer to her. As soon as they passed an abandoned playground, memories from her past flooded her thoughts and transported her back to a time filled with joy and laughter. In that memory, there was her mom and her grandma; now, she has no one except herself and Cookie. She barely remembered what her mom looked like. Her squealing voice and her tall figure suddenly came across her mind. She screamed and broke down on the floor. “Breathe, Breathe. It’s okay she’s not here. I am alone. I am okay.” She panted as she placed her arms crossed, holding her shoulders.
As she sat down on a swing and looked down the mountains, trying to relax, she smelled the delicious scent of broccoli soup. It reminded her of the good days when she lived with her grandmother, who was the only person Lily trusted. During the weekends, they would go out to a nearby beach and listen to the melodic sounds of the splashing tides and the birds chirping in peace. The beach was her dearest place to spend time. Every single time, the tides had different color shades to her eyes. She never thought that the beach was blue. She saw different colors like silver, gold, and red. She was pleased by the beach because no matter how it changed colors all the time, people would always visit there and admire it. She thought that if she spent the majority of her time on the beach side, she would eventually be someone like the beach. She realized how she was being loved when she spent time on the beach with her. Lily's laughter echoed through the air as she swung higher and higher on the creaking swings.
The scrawny trees reminded her of the reality, and everything looked so dull now. Brushing off the sand, she got back on her feet. Lily's steps grew hesitant as her imagination conjured up dark figures lurking in the shadows. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and violet, Lily quickened her pace. She felt like the sun was her only friend that accompanied her day no matter what. The sun was always shining on her as if it was reassuring her. When the sun went down, she felt abandoned. She felt attacked as if her friend was taken away from her. She took bigger gaps in the walk. She had to go home before it was dark. Clenching her fists, she felt it sweaty, but she also felt heat coming out from the top of her head. Every creak of a rusted gate or rustle of leaves sent shivers down her spine as if an unseen presence watched her every move. Glancing down to the villages again, she felt a quick shiver. The once familiar streets now felt like a labyrinth of uncertainty, each corner holding the possibility of something sinister. The darkness reminded her of her mom. Anxiety gnawed at her, fueling her desire to escape the encroaching darkness. The rhythmic tap of her shoes on the cobblestone seemed to echo with a sense of urgency as if the town itself whispered warnings of impending doom. Within each second, Lily's morbid curiosity intertwined with her growing fear. Her imagination conjured up scenarios of what horrors might await her around the next corner. The tension grew palpable, as if the very air held its breath, awaiting a dreadful revelation.
But just as the night threatened to consume her, a glimmer of hope appeared. A warm light spilled from a cracked window, casting a faint glow onto the street. Lily's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the silhouette of her home, a sanctuary amidst the encroaching darkness. Relief washed over her, momentarily easing the anxious grip that had held her captive. She heard a sound in her ears — it seemed like a white noise. On the top of the mountains, the air pressure is low. Was that the reason why she couldn’t breathe well? Was that the reason why she felt dizzy? As a dark shadow approached her from inside, her eyes unconsciously rolled and she felt the hard pebbles all over her body. Her eyes started to close on their own and she slowly was losing control of her own senses, and at that movement she realized she was about to collapse.
When she opened her eyes, the ceiling was the first thing she saw. As she turned her head to the side, she heard her bones crack. The humming sound was all she heard and the tik-tok of the brown clock.
“Lily, Lily, Lily”
She heard a voice calling out her name. She looked around and tucked in the blanket. She knew it. It was her mom. Just by recognizing her voice felt like the old bruises and scars were dimming on her body. The voice kept getting louder and squeakier.
“I should protect myself. I don’t want her to destroy my place here.” Lily cautiously crawled out of bed, being afraid that the figure would get any closer. She saw a bat under her desk and grasped it without hesitation.
“Let’s go down to check if she is there in the living room.” She stepped down the stairs very carefully. As she came downstairs, an old radio was on. The connection was weak, and it made unidentifiable screechy technological sounds. She tried to adjust the volume and the antenna, trying to figure out what it was saying. A man’s voice dimmed: “Ripley syndrome is the term for antisocial personality disorder that denies one's reality and believes that the fictional world they imagine is real. Many teenagers into adulthood can get this mental state and it often develops if one doesn't receive love…” She was baffled as it was unexpected. She grabbed​​ the bat and laid it on her elbow again, sliding her pupils left and right. “I am so scared that she will hurt me again. I have to protect myself now.” She could taste a bit of metal and blood on her tongue. Perhaps she was panicking. It has to be her mom. Thinking of her mom made her heart beat very rapidly. Her right eye twitched, and she could not stop picking her nails. As she had a traumatic relationship, her presence did not comfort her at all. She reminded her of the days when her mom would be mad at Lily. “Mom, I won’t forgive you for what you did. When will you stop hurting me as a way to heal yourself? I never got to be simply a child. I always had to be something more, and I will never have the chance to be a child again. You told me that I was your everything. But Mom, why was I never enough for you? You have hurt me so much that I have to heal to live,” she imagined telling her mom the words that never came out of her mouth in front of her. Her presence made Lily’s presence so small and invisible, and Lily did not want to live with her ever again.
Having searched every room of the house, Lily realized that she was in front of the last chamber of her house. “She must be here. I looked everywhere,” she whispered. She clenched her fists, and she kicked the door as forcefully as she could. Before she could proceed with her thoughts, she dropped her bat. Her red-roofed house in the mountains remained quiet. There was no sound but only an echo of the metal bat dropping to the floor.

TW sexual assault, interpersonal violence**
I spent nearly 2 years of my life with a man who subjected me to unspeakably cruel emotional and physical abuse. I stayed. I believed him when he said it was my fault. He is powerful, professionally speaking. It thrills him. I admire his work ethic. I admire his confidence. He is one of the smartest people I have ever met. I believe that anyone who knows him, except the few of us who have lived it, would never believe that he has the capacity to intentionally harm his intimate partners in order to dominate and control them. He is a democrat. He never hit me. I have no evidence.
The first time that he held me down during an argument, pinning me to his couch by my ankles so I could “calm down,” was 12 months before I moved into his home. When he apologized I told him I loved him. I knew long before the first time he pounded on my front door at 2:00 AM screaming “you better let me in” with such force it shook my windows that his former partner had written accounts detailing how he subjected her to physical and sexual violence. I’m embarrassed, mortified really, that I believed his explanation of these events. 10 months before he forced me to have sex with him while I showered as his entire immediate family ate breakfast downstairs, the sex become so rough and so violent that I would often urinate blood after. When my doctor asked me if I was experiencing violence, I said no. She told me she’d be in her office if I decided I wanted to talk to her once I dressed. I know I’m not the only woman who knows what the phrase “I’m sorry you had sex you didn’t want to have” sounds like coming out of his mouth.
It’s been months since he decided to end things and I while I am so ashamed that I spent the last few months begging and pleading to him that I could “be better,” I know (academically) that the psychological warfare he inflicted made it impossible for me to regulate my own emotions. It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing though. My desire to share my story, publicly- or even privately to mutual friends does not come from a desire to ruin his life or his career or the careers of the powerful people in our community/state who hire him. I feel I have an obligation to protect other women, and I’m so afraid that as he becomes more powerful the tactics he will employ to dominate and control his partners by any means necessary will only become more severe and more dangerous.
AITA?

I’m nearing the end of my 12 week maternity leave. It has been such a joy to BF my LO all this time. I would love to continue but sadly I must return to work so we have health insurance.
Thankfully he takes a bottle with mama’s milk just fine. I really hope he doesn’t develop a preference for the bottle and force me into EP.
Has anybody else experienced this transition and have some tips or words of advice for me?

Crossing the old mango tree
Near the muddy river you will see
Beautiful world made by thee
Free of tension and misery
Children singing with melody
Praising the glory of the almighty
Come together and join with me
To enjoy this beauteous scenery
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TLDR at end.
Throughout my childhood, my sister (28/f) and I (36/f) were very close with my father (68/m). He was a very involved parent, coaching our youth sports teams and leading school parental advisory committees. He played board games with us and shuttled us around to our friends’ houses. In short, wonderfully involved father.
Our parents divorced 20 years ago. Approximately 6 years ago, my father met Deb (60/f). The two of them dated for a few years prior to Dad moving in with Deb. Without getting into details for the sake of brevity, Deb never really meshed with many (any?) of Dad’s family or friends. She’s very outspoken, abrupt, and judgmental, and shows very clear signs of narcissistic personal disorder (NPD). She also shows behaviours that have me wondering if she takes advantage of my father financially. My sister and I have really tried to foster a positive (or at least passable) relationship, but it hasn’t been working.
Two years ago, my Dad and Deb moved to an island near Deb’s hometown, away from the rest of my Dad’s family and friends. Apart from being geographically isolated, Dad has started to interact less and less with his friends and family. Soon after moving to the island, Deb announced that my sister and I were no longer allowed to visit my Dad and Deb’s house on the island; if my Dad wanted to see us, he’d have to travel to another state to visit us at our homes only.
My Dad has tried reasoning with Deb but she is steadfast in forbidding us to visit their house. Deb has stated that if he allows us to visit, she will end their relationship. She is unwilling to partake in group or individual counselling to discuss the matter and seek a resolution, despite Dad and I working with a counsellor to try and get through this (counsellor concluded Deb had to be at the table to find a resolution). Dad has said he doesn’t want to be alone at his age, and enjoys travelling and activities with her, so he’s not open to giving her an ultimatum in our defense.
This is causing my sister and I (and our young families/Dad’s grandchildren) a lot of pain. While I do love my father, I feel hurt and frustrated that he is simply ‘accepting’ these ultimatums and not sticking up for his family to Deb’s emotional abuse. I feel that a healthy relationship is reciprocal, and as such, have told my Dad that if we’re no longer allowed to visit his house, it’s likely we won’t see him as often and our relationship (including with grandchildren) will deteriorate. I just can’t retain my childhood image of him as the ideal father knowing that he’s not willing to stick up for us to Deb.
Am I making the right choice by telling my father that if he doesn’t stick up for his family to his emotionally abusive NPD partner, I’m unwilling to accommodate a non-reciprocal relationship, and will likely have a lesser opinion of him as a fathegrandfather, and see him much less frequently?