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I love being by myself in my room. I don’t have anything to annoy and watch me, I just have myself, my cat and my peace. I find myself often forcing myself to go outside and hang out with friends but it’s been such a drag… my friend is very similar to me but she was raised in a extroverted, tight loving family. And ironically she’s a talker despite saying she’s like me who don’t talk much. I hate talking and sometimes wish I was mute, but I just talk when it’s really important and not to kill the mood. Recently whether it’s my family or friends I’ve been forcing myself to communicate with them… go to events and such and it’s always miserable for me. There are times when I feel lonely but all I have is my family who don’t understand that I’m not like them and a couple friends who only talks about themselves and never give me a chance to say anything. I could spend the whole day in my room and would be perfectly happy but nobody would understand that… I feel like maybe something is wrong with me for not being someone who can talk and hangout with others. For example I don’t talk to my siblings…. I hate talking on the phone and they dont bother to call me so that’s that. My friends and I communicate via text and we talk every single day that way. I admit when it comes in person I have a very low social battery that runs out in like 2-3 hours and it’s time for me to recharge by going home and being alone. But even for family events like meeting for thanksgiving or Christmas… I always find myself going to my room alone instead of hanging out with everyone in the main room. Forcing myself to do that just makes me very uncomfortable and feel…. Awkward and unwanted. Doesn’t help that when I force myself to be there my family makes remarks about my personality

I 21 (F) would say my mother is a… well real character lol. Just for some context, she had me at 21 while she was still in college and had some freaky deaky time with my biological father and boom! I was created. So to say the least I was a “oops” as she would put it. And would tell me she wasn’t ready to be a mother. I was eventually born and everything went downhill from there. According to my step dad (who took me in and raised me as his own), she was very stand offish with me growing up. Never really bonded with me like a mother should. For context my step dad came into my life when my mom and him met when I was 5. I asked him how he felt that way and he would go into telling that she would be very mean and for example, she was changing my diaper (I wasn’t potty trained till 5 years old and step dad did it all) and she got so mad that I went in my diaper she threw me on the couch. Hearing this was hard to hear but I kind of pushed it to the back of my skull and pretended it wasn’t true. Just to cut this story short a lot of things happened for the span of my life regarding this woman. She blamed me for bad things that happened to me in my childhood, cheated on my step dad multiple times, hid bills around our family home causing MONSTEROUS amount of debt she left behind for my step dad to handle (He’s currently talking to the IRS to see what he can do about it all), faked colon cancer which was the cancer one of my childhood friends had passed away from and would take out her hair extensions and say “this was the chemo at work”, and many other things that I could go into detail with if you guys want but it is A LOT. She eventually told me, my two sister F(10) and F(7) at the time, and my step dad that she needed us out of the house for the night because she needed to think about what to do (my step dad had found out she had a sugar daddy and only found out because he looked at her phone while she was in surgery). My step dad didn’t even want to argue so he took me and my sisters to my grandma’s house for the night and we slept there. Eventually my mom came to us girls and told us she would be back in a few days. We said our tearful goodbyes but I knew what she had done to my stepdad (only because my grandparents who also raised me told me the truth of what happened) and she was out the door. She ended up staying at her sugar daddy’s house but he ended up breaking up with her and she became homeless. She eventually moved into an apartment 30 minutes away from us that she couldn’t afford because she was jumping from job to job. She would come visit us girls every so often, maybe a couple weekends a month but I started respecting her less and less. She eventually was forced to evict from that apartment and was living in her car according to her but we soon found out she actually asked the family who moved in after her, a family with 2 young children, if she could stay there and for some god d*mn reason they agreed. This was around the time where she stopped talking to me almost completely and I would text, try and make conversation and it would be brief and I would wait months for her to try and pick up conversation. Like a simple I love you would’ve been amazing but it never came.
Now this bit of info happened very recently, around Mother’s Day in fact.
At this point, I still love her but I have some issues that I’ve had to attend therapy to somewhat get over. She would pick up my sisters and bring them to these situations and I’ve told my step dad to file for full custody and put her on child support but he tells me he can’t bring himself to let his daughters grow up without a mother and he’s overworked as it is trying to provide as a single dad and doesn’t have time or money to seek out a lawyer. My birth giver would also be very mean to my step dad over text and say “you can’t control” my life” when he would just be trying to find out the address of where she lives since she’s always moving around. My step dad did confined in me recently that he found out my mom had a new sugar daddy because he uses life 360 to keep track of my sisters just in case something were to happen and they were at a random house about 40 minutes away the opposite direction than her place. This confuses and alarms my dad and he texts her. She reads the text but doesn’t answer. He ends up asking my oldest sister where she was this weekend with mom. She tells him they went to this house they’ve been going to for A FEW MONTHS! And said mom has a friend that kisses her sometimes. This infuriates my dad and texts her a long message about how upset he is and how he doesn’t care if she dates just let him know where his daughters would be, and she responds with “stop butting into my life this is none of your business”. I don’t mind that my step dad tells me these things because I want to be there for him but god if I could just slug this woman to mars!
On Mother’s Day, i was going out to breakfast with my boyfriends family when I get a call from my step dad. I excuse myself and pick up the phone. My step dad is sobbing and tells me he doesn’t know what to do. I asked him to take a deep breathe and what’s wrong. He tells me that he tried to ask if mom could start paying some money to support the girls because he needs help recently and she said she doesn’t have any money to provide but pulls up in a BRAND NEW MERCEDES when she picks the girls up. I was flabbergasted to say the least and I told him he should get into contact with a lawyer to put her on child support because this is ridiculous. I talk to him for a bit, we say our goodbyes and hang up. I’m steaming with rage and pick up my phone to text my mom and the message doesn’t go through, to find out later she got a new number and never told anybody.
Recently I get a call from a random number and I stupidly pick up the phone thinking it’s important. NOPE. Just that witch of a woman. She tells me how much she’s missed me and how she can’t wait to see me soon. I just tell her I don’t want to see her. She asks why and I reply by saying she hasn’t made ANY effort in our relationship since I graduated high school and why should I even surround myself with a cheater like her. She’s silent and states that I don’t make an effort either and that she’s had a tough life and I should understand that. I tell her to stop with the bs victim mentality and to call when she wants to own up to her sh*t. I hung up and left it at that
And for more context, my grandparents were amazing with her. They loved her dearly and helped her with anything she needed so if your wondering how she ended up this way, it’s not them. They stepped up and raised me when my mom couldn’t or wouldn’t and she refuses to talk to them and only come to them for money.
So that’s about it right now I’ll send any updates if you guys are interested but I mostly want to see how Charlotte reacts to this lol I love her videos!
Ta ta for now!

Around 2007-2012 I read a series of short paperback fiction chapter books aimed at teenagers about a the life and dating/romance of a teenage Christian girl. The character and her family were explicitly Christian and the messaging of the books was in full alignment with American purity culture and it was probably meant to promote it.
The basic premise of the first book is that the girl and her family are moving to the pacific Northwest(propably Seatle, maybe Oregon) to help her Dutch grandmother continue living in their old [spacious] home as she struggles to take care of herself due to Alzheimer's and/or dementia.
At some point she meets a guy whom she starts to exchange letters with, I can't say for sure what year(s) the plot was set in, but some form of cellphones did exist, the letters were a conscious decision and implied to be more decent or chaste than a cell-phone.
These were all pretty short books, paperbacks with all sorts of light colors, there were over a dozen and I want to say that there might have been as many as thirty. Every book had a painting of the girl/protagonist from one of the scenes of the book, but they were done by several different artists. The main character was always portrayed as blond and White, but with varying hair textures ranging from white and straight hair to dirty blonde and curly.
Several of the covers used paintings which were at uncomfortable angles and many weren't especially good.
I suspect that these were published through a smaller Christian organization hence the questionable quality and the messaging.
The letter writing between the first-introduced guy is a constant throughout the main chunk of the series but the relationship was kept platonic for the later majority, there are other rotating love interests; most of which never become anything more than a crush.
There was a plotline about some older friends(probably ~22) where the boyfriend had promised not to kiss anyone until his wedding day, which does ultimately culminate in a first kiss at the wedding which the protagonist attends.
The books also seemed to be themed around different locations and events, one book was about prom(The main girl's favorite flower was a peach-colored rose), another involved going to a beach, a least one cover had the characters in a roller coaster
The series was primarily aimed at tween to teenage girls, and I believe that I had access to them via my rural Southern homeschooling CO-OP, if that gives you the vibe of where they came from.

Most of what I was able to find were essentially romance books for Christians, a lot of them set in the 19th century or among the amish. or else non-fiction Christian morality books.

I read these books over a decade ago and at the time I enjoyed them and it presented romantic love in a way that it didn't trigger the typical shame that people in purity culture experience.
Though looking back, there is a significant chance that they were poorly written and preachy propaganda books meant to chastise young women for wanting romance or kissing before marriage.
I mostly want to find these books so I can figure out if there was something blatant that I missed and see if I still think of them the same way.

I’ve (33F) been dating someone (38M) for about 3 months. I truly care about him very deeply, although it hasn’t been a particularly smooth ride. After our last hang out (at his apartment,) I am starting to think that he has autism. Let me explain:
1) He recently told me that his brother’s child is autistic. I know that autism runs in families but I didn’t really think much of it at the time.
2) After browsing this sub, it appears that quite a few ND people are noting that they are bad at texting. This guy easily goes 12 hours without respond to my texts, and it drives me nuts. I always thought that maybe he just has a healthy (healthier) relationship with his phone than me, and I admired him for it. But now I’m starting to think it may be because he’s autistic.
Moving on…
3) Every time we kiss, he seems to be incapable of “reading the room.” I usually initiate physical contact and kiss him first. He IMMEDIATELY starts using his tongue really aggressively. Most of the time he bumps his teeth into mine. I don’t think we’ve ever had a single kissing session that was n’t…bad. Like he’s not capable of starting slow and then slowly letting the passion rise in his kissing. It’s just an aggressive mess that’s not particularly enjoyable. And yes, despite the fact that he’s a bad kisser, I still care about him.
4) He gets overstimulated by certain types of music and settings (like venues with a lot of people) very easily and needs to leave. He is not introverted, surprisingly.
5) He tells me that he enjoys communicating with people 1:1 more than being in big groups.
And now the big one…
6) The last time we hung out, he “jokingly” slipped his hand under my jeans through my underwear and down my ass. I immediately pulled his hand away. At this point, we have not been intimate (my preference) and we’ve only made out. So him slipping his hand (idk if he thought he was tickling me or what was going on) down my ass really threw me off. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way when I pulled his hand out immediately. I left that night in a pretty weird mood and we haven’t had much communication since. I did tell him that it was wildly inappropriate. He didn’t respond yet. I’m wondering if this is a matter of him not knowing social cues (just like the poor kissing practices).
I can’t tell if I’m onto something here with his autism and if his behaviors are not intentionally hurtful or if I’m just making up excuses for him because I want to keep seeing him.
Thoughts?
Other context: -His longest relationship has been 3 years. I find this odd for a 38-year-old. -He is incredibly intelligent and kind -He is an artist and has many talents -We have major communication issues. We spend a lot of time communicating but fail to reach an understanding.

So hello everyone, I will try and make a long story as short as I can.. about a month ago I matched with a guy on FB dating. We began messaging and then texting, and soon long phone calls and plans to meet up. He lives in my city but on the other side, and works long hours at night so meeting quickly wasn't an option without prior planning. After some weeks of talking, I found out he'd come from a very rough background with his family.. lots of neglect and abuse from various adults in his life when he was a child. Despite this, and a rough past two relationships, he was in therapy and doing his best to work on himself and be an all-around better person. He was very mature and rational, and I really liked that about him. He also made a point to tell me he really liked me and respected my views on various subjects. We really hit it off quite well.
We finally met in person for dinner and drinks and immediately I felt a little spark, he was so handsome and very much appeared to be who he was over the phone and through messaging. We made eye contact, great flowing conversation, laughs, it was a fun time. We spent a while having just 2 drinks each and a light dinner but the restaurant we were at was closing soon and we were some of the very last people in there.
We walked outside and to the parking lot and he turned to me and looked me right in my eyes and smiled and gave me one of the sweetest kisses I've even gotten in my life. It was the perfect time, in my opinion. We were giggling and holding each other at this point, and kept kissing and chatting for a few minutes. We each go home and continued to text and chat for a while. I went to sleep feeling great!
The next day, the vibes were still good for a while but he said, "I'm a bit in my own head today. I know this isn't what you want to hear but I realized I need more time alone and single. I need to address whatever is going on in my head with my anxiety and fear of abandonment, etc. I hope you understand. You're a wonderful woman but I'm a bit off still and I'll be wasting both our time if I don't address myself even more." So naturally my heart drops a bit, but I respond, "I respect and admire your choice to be real and honest and make the effort, you're really mature and I admire that about you. I'm happy you want to sort things out within yourself, that's so hard to do but I'm glad you're making the effort." He then said, "You're definitely worth the effort, oye_mujer. I haven't dated for a while and I'm glad once I tried again, I met you."
He also said, "I made a few appointments to see if I have something like ADHD. I think it's time to figure that out. I was hoping that once I figure things out we can get together again. That was fun. I'm apparently just not in the right headspace to be in a relationship. I was really hoping I was though."
He said he wants to reach out in the future and if I'm still up to it and single, maybe we can try again.
One part of me thinks this is all valid and wants to believe him because he seems so genuine and not like a user or weirdo.. the other part of my brain asks, am I just being played? Did he not actually like me? He wouldn t have just said "hey I didn't feel a spark", right? Because he's good with communication? Or even, is there another woman he wants to see if he can date and if it doesn't pan out with her-- try and come back to me?? AM I TOO IN MY OWN HEAD NOW?
I absolutely want to believe the "it's not you- it's me" but there's another smaller part of me that has trust issues that is telling me he's just not that into me and didn't wanna let me down.
I'm glad he told me before we went any further, honestly. I'm glad we didn't let things progress and then get my heart broken.
But has anyone else experienced this? Did they come back? Were they telling the truth, in your experience?

Hi Everyone,
First time poster, this is kind of a complex situation. So I have two "friends", we will call them Jack and Sally. Jack and I have known each other for years and have been good friends up until now, Sally and I are acquaintances. We all play and coach volleyball in Wisconsin, and we were supposed to road trip to Columbus on Sunday together to play on our respective coaches' teams in the Men's and Women's Volleyball Adult National Tournament starting Monday morning.
All of us played in another, different, tournament the night prior to leaving (Saturday) and discussed the plan for us then that Jack would pick me up at 6am from my house Sunday even though we don't play until Monday at 9am, because Jack and Sally want to party the night prior to us playing with some other players. Tournament finishes up, I go home to work, pack, and prep the house and pets for a long week away. Don't sleep well.
Sally responds to me at 5:43am that she's up, I respond at 5:45am that I'm all packed and ready to go and that she should meet me at place, since Jack will be picking me up there and it would save a trip. I know where Sally lives, it's about a half hour, so I tell her I'm going to set an alarm for 30 minutes from now and get more sleep.
I wake up at 8am. I slept through the alarm I set (damn), and my phone was accidentally on vibrate. Jack and Sally never showed up. I open up my messages from Sally and she said she was going to park somewhere different and Jack and I would pick her up around 6:10. Jack called at 6:45 a few times. Sally then formed a group chat with us and messaged at 7am this was "not cool and not funny" and that I "need to wake up and tell Jack I'm ready to go", they then agreed on a completely different address and said whoever's not there is getting left in Wisconsin, all while I was asleep.
Mind you, Jack was supposed to meet at my house. Jack then says in this group chat "Oh hey, look at that we made a plan and showed up somewhere on time nice", and left without me. I call Jack, Jack told me he never showed up when I didn't answer his call, even though Sally sent him the messages saying I was ready, she should meet me, and I was going to lay back down. Jack tells me "maybe it's not worth it to go down man, it's just a tournament", I say no and book a Greyhound to Columbus.
From here, I hit the Greyhound to Chicago and the connecting bus for Columbus leaves without me in a mess of errors on both me and staff. I'm not giving up yet, so I book a flight out of O'Hare same day, and that gets cancelled at midnight, never made it to Columbus, missed nationals.
Meanwhile, on the drive for Jack and Sally, Jack has the gall to text me, "If we die in this storm, it's all your fault because you made us late". I snap at him and tell him it takes two ounces of energy to ring a doorbell, and to fuck off, it also takes two brain cells to pull over in a storm. I'm ready to cut Jack & Sally off. AITA?

Hello there! Welcome to what is likely going to be a long, rambly post. I'm going to structure this as though I were answering job interview questions, because let's face it, dating is a glorified job interview for a relationship/getting laid.
Oh, and to save some of you the time reading this (though I did spend a while writing it mind you), I'm 5'5, and it's perfectly fine if that doesn't work for you. I have preferences too! Anyway...
Tell me About Yourself.
Ah, this one is a classic to start off with, glad you asked (or told me to elaborate? Same idea)!
First and foremost, I am a nerd. My favorite day of the week is Sunday, because that's when my D&D game happens (It's actually Pathfinder, but I say D&D because most people are not into the hobby), and this account is named after the character I play in that very game! Feel free to ask for more details at the risk of an overly excited explanation. I also play video games, usually single-player CRPGs, but lately I've been playing Hades and I like being on voice call when I do that.
Professionally I'm... still in school. Here's a lengthy, detailed discussion as to why that is: anxiety sucks. Phew, that was so lengthy, glad that's over! Anyway, I'm a nuclear engineering major and plan to graduate in 4 semesters. In all seriousness, I don't mind going over the full story once we're talking.
What are Some of Your Hobbies?
Lists are helpful for this one! So here we go:

• D&D. Yes I mentioned it already, I'm doing it here again because it's so nice I'll mention it twice! Also, I find that lists are more impressive with more bullet points. Longer bullet points too, that makes it look even more impressive.
• Hockey. When I'm not looking for potential mates, I spend my time shitposting on the hockey subreddit. I've been to 3 NHL games so far and plan to go to more!
• Anything related to animals. For reference, some of the channels I watch on YouTube are Snake Discovery, Clint's Reptiles and Girl with the Dogs.
• Tech stuff. Electric cars, phones, gadgets, all of it is at least of some casual interest to me.

What do You Want in a Potential Partner?
Someone who's not an asshole, shares some interests with me, willing to do some basic stuff (sharing a picture, voice calling, video calling eventually) and treats me with respect. Honestly, not a long list. Physically, I would prefer someone who's of a thinner-average body type as that is what I am. I've made exceptions to this before though, so if you feel that I'm irresistible and not entirely obnoxious, feel free to reach out.
What I want the most though? Just intimacy. I think that's what we all want at the end. That is why this post is marked as NSFW because I am definitely not opposed to it going that way, but I also go at the pace of my partner and respect their boundaries.
What do You Look Like?
I'm 5'5 as mentioned before, 125 lbs, white, brown hair, green eyes, and have glasses that might as well be made of aquarium glass. Hopefully that gives you a vivid enough picture for now, but an actual picture is worth 1000 words so once we've exchanged a few messages I can share that.
And that, dear reader, is the end of my hopefully well-formatted and not-at-all-obnoxious wall of text. Hope you enjoyed reading it, and I hope to hear from you! If I don't, have a great whatever time of day it happens to be in your timezone!

My girlfriend of over 6 months broke up with me a few weeks ago and ever since then every day has been so hard. I had made her my best friend, she was literally my everything. I would text her from morning until night on days that I didn't see her in person. She was the first person I told everything to.
I've cried every single day since then. A couple days ago I thought I was doing a lot better but then I started thinking about her again and it all came crashing right back down on me and now I'm back to crying multiple times per day. All those memories and shattered visions of what I thought my future might be like with her.
To try to move on, I've been reconnecting with a lot of my friends and even tried flirting with both new people and old flames. But... all those things are only brief distractions and it always comes back to her. All I want is her. I'd do literally anything to have her back but right now she needs space and I'm trying my best to respect that. It's hard. Impossibly hard. This makes it all the more painful because right now I don't even have her as a friend. I know she's keeping this distance because she feels it's what is best for both of us in the long-term but I feel like I've lost everything even though I have so many other things in my life which should be making me happy. It's like a shadow has been cast on everything and even the happy things barely make a dent in my mental state right now. Shopping... buying clothes... I'm happy for brief moment only to come right back down later that day. I'd be so happy to even have a small part of her back in my life. Even just friends. I just want to be able to look into her eyes and hear her voice. I can hear her voice in my mind right now and I miss it so much.
This is completely crushing me and I don't know what to do. I'm constantly looking at my phone just waiting for the moment she decides to text me again. That enough time has passed. It's only been a couple weeks since I last heard from her but it may as well have been 2 years.
I just... don't know what to do anymore. I'm so lost without her in my life. I truly thought she was my person and now I don't even know what is real anymore. I sometimes feel like I was wrenched out of a dream, something too good to be true and I don't even know if it actually happened. I'm devastated.

Hello,
An axiom definition is - a statement or proposition which is regarded as being established, accepted, or self-evidently true. (Copied from google)
I was wondering if by this definition we humans could hold our traditional basic senses of taste, touch, smell, sight, and hearing as axioms?
The axiom would go - the senses of taste, touch, sight, hearing, and smell are to be trusted as one single source of evidence per the individual, barring proof that shows a sense isn’t working as intended. - this would eliminate the axioms being held true for someone(s) that are intoxicated until they aren’t intoxicated. It would eliminate part of the axiom for anyone that is missing a sense (blind, deaf) or inform the user that partial blindness or partial deafness means those senses can only be trusted so much. People get their senses tested out daily and have compensated for their shortcomings. I wear glasses to see sharper images, I have had my eyes tested at the dmv and by an optician.
The objective of the axiom is to say we humans trust our senses within reasonable limits. Senses like taste, smell, and touch are more finicky senses with individuals having radically different interpretations on the same thing. We already naturally compare between senses when a radical event is underway. If we smelled ash in the forest before we saw a forest fire we’d be on the lookout for a fire. We’d sense for high heat signatures, we’d look for smoke if we can see the skyline or fire in the immediate vicinity around us. We could even potentially taste dry air when breathing versus humidity in a healthy forest.
The reason I’m asking is because I’m arguing with my sibling and they backed into philosophy to defend their points. To refute science they say I have to prove/validate my senses else we live in a void. They do not accept any way of validating the senses I have proposed bc “we could all be hallucinating”. Ignoring the blatant hypocrisy of living their daily life while claiming such things and using a cellphone to text back and forth, etc., ignoring the hypocrisy I still want to try to reason/logic it out with them.
If we can’t accept the senses as an axiom like I listed above (which is fine bc I do feel like I’m reaching), could you give me a take on what you think about the senses?
And I do understand there may be more senses than these basic 5, but I’m already asking a lot so I don’t want to reach further. This prolly isn’t even the right/best subreddit to ask this question in.

Hi, I just wanted to come on here and just let myself ramble on a bit about my own personal experience with my ex girlfriend and what happened between us. Also briefly about how I’m dealing with it.
So a little over 2 months ago my gf and I were doing good. I felt happy in the relationship and while my anxiety was still high considering it was still a fairly new relationship I never let it cloud my judgement of how to behave in that relationship. Never questioned her to her face and always had enough faith to believe that she was 100% committed to me. But I did always feel like something was up. Little things like never allowing me in her dorm room because her roommate “hates guests” and calling me her friend to someone after we had been together for 3 weeks at that point. I chose to look past every little thing like that because I truly did (at the time) love her at lot. She was very cool and really meant the world to me!
I kept this up until one week I got the weirdest vibe and couldn’t shake that something was truly changing. She was texting me less which is fine because I don’t require a lot of attention. The days that we barely talked never bothered me because it’s her life and she’s not obligated to make sure I’m given her undivided attention at all times. But this week felt different almost. Her cute good night texts went away and she didn’t even say that she missed me at all. Then when the day came for us to hang out I asked if we were still doing anything and if I could come up to see her. Mind you she lived about 50 minutes away from me so making plans was always tough. I texted her and it took a little bit for her to get back to me and she responded saying that her friend was pregnant and that she needed to stay with her to figure everything out with her and she was so sorry. I was rightfully bummed out considering we only saw each other once a week but I suggested we should just reschedule with a FaceTime on Friday. She seemed to be happy with that and we planned that instead. I felt better and went on with my week. Friday rolls around and I texted her saying I needed to tell her something really important on FaceTime and I hope that’s still on. She leaves me on read and says nothing to me for the rest of the night. She did text me at 2am saying she was so sorry but I just looked past the obvious fact she didn’t want to do it (lying by saying she fell asleep) and ask if I can come up to see her. By the time I responded it’s the next morning and we always said good morning to each other. So I send my good morning text and ask about a potential hangout/visit and she leaves me on read once again. Now I’m freaking out.
Some background as to why I was freaking out. I had seen and knew she lied to people so she wouldn’t have to go do stuff. She started to do this shit to me and I wasn’t happy with it. Actually the week before she had lied to me by saying she fell asleep to avoid talking on the phone with me. I knew she was lying because I saw her active on instagram all night. I didn’t say anything in the moment but looking back I really should’ve stood my ground and said something. Also one night when we were hanging out a girl asked her to get dinner sometime soon and she told her she was too busy all the while telling me she really didn’t want to and that she always canceled on her. Safe to say when you see it first hand it’s easy to believe it’s happening to you.
Alright back to my shit. So after she leaves me on read I sent a big long text expressing my concerns and that I’m worried maybe the relationship was going to potentially dissolve. She texted back saying that she tends to isolate under stress and that she was just becoming super busy with school. I believed it until for the rest of the month she was SUPER distant with me. Never texting me first and no longer sending me cute TikToks. Even at her busiest in the beginning she made time for me. I thought I had done something so horrible after that. I had assumed I had ruined our relationship and I was just insecure and I was being too clingy. Looking back, I was doing absolutely nothing wrong. The worst thing I ever did was double text in that moment but when you lie to get out of stuff and leave me on read when I ask to hangout. Yeah, that’s the bigger problem here. I talked to my sister about it and she said that her reason to cancel made no sense, she lies too much, and that I wasn’t clingy or a problem. And I’ll be the first to say that my sister criticizes me on everything I do. So seeing her take my side really makes me feel better about the whole thing.
So after about a month of her being distant, one of my coworkers told me to do a loyalty test on her. And guess what, she failed. He messaged her on snap and it wasn’t good. Telling him she was single and that she could Netflix and chill with him that Saturday. At that moment I knew it was over. No saving that shit, I was done for. I called her and I couldn’t tell her I was done. I lied and made up some story about something happening at work. With her being so distant from me, I lost all of my self-respect and couldn’t walk away. It hurt so bad knowing I couldn’t do it. It did end that night thankfully. My coworker eventually told her that he knew me and that she shouldn’t be fucking up her relationship like this. Her response was the most heart breaking part. She told him that she didn’t care and then blocked him and me on everything. Not a goodbye or anything. Gone. Like I never existed.
I eventually got in contact with one of her exs and she told me that my ex also got really distant with her too and she broke it off for that exact reason. This is the most painful thing I’ve ever had to go through because unfortunately this was my first ever relationship. I’ve never had a girlfriend before her and for her to do that just put salt into the wound a little more.
I’ve dealt with this whole thing by looking forward and realize that no one deserves something like this. I’m looking towards the future and never hoping she would come back. I do miss her just a little bit but I’m missing who I thought I knew. I don’t regret anything about the relationship and I’m glad I gained some experience for the next person I meet.
Sorry this is a lot. It’s been over a month since we broke up but I still feel a little gross about the whole situation. Feel free to ask questions if you have any :)

Not finished yet but nearly done just need to know if it's decent.
Spider-Man VS The Punisher
A man walking his footsteps sounds like mini explosions as a row of computers with people typing on them. The man stops upon a window looking down to a glass cage with yellow electricity emerging from it.
“He's here, he's taking us all out. We need back up. Noooo.” The man looks at one of the scientists saying “wait for him to get here.” The man cleans up his suit and tightens his tie.
“Ohhh you're getting dressed up just for me. I shoulda brought flowers.” The man looks up where he sees a man in a red and blue webbed suit. “I should have killed you years ago. Well after today you will be.” “We both know that's not going to happen Willy. I'll arrest you and you'll escape, Rinse and repeat, it's always been like that.” The man grinds his teeth and grips his hands. “Unleash him.” the scientist looks at him and then at the computer pressing a button.
“Unleash him Fisk are you cheating on me with another hero.” as he says this a bolt of lightning strikes through the glass levitating in front of him. “You must be Spiderman. I'm electro, the man that's been tasked to kill you.” Spider-Man whispers to himself. “This guy's making my spider sense go crazy. I don't think this will go well.” he coughs then says. “Shouldn't you be at the circus.” Electro looks at Fisk and says “Leave Mister Fisk now.” Fisk and the scientists walk out into an elevator. “Don't disappoint me Max.” The elevator goes up with Spider-Man and Electro looking at each other “So electricity man are we gonna start.” He looks down to his hands where they start to glow brighter with electricity shooting out. BANG electricity shoots out his hand Spider-Man just dodging it. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG Spider-Man narrowly dodges the bolts. He creates a continuous line of lightning towards Spider-Man. Cracking Peter tries to dodge it but fails on the ground Peter feels his muscles shut down. Electro walks over to him, shocking him again. “Ahhhhhhh.” He stops Spider-Man trying to crawl away BANG “AHHHHHH.” An alarm goes off as sprinklers also go off hitting Electro causing him to grunt.
Spider-Man using this crawls up a wall into a vent leaving the building Spider-Man takes off his mask feeling the rain hit his face. He hears Fisk talking to Electro below. “Is the job done.” “No, he escaped. The sprinklers set off burning my skin.” “You let him escape. I gave you one job and failed me." Electro looks at him sternly saying “Mister Fisk you gave me these powers and you want me to kill Peter I will. You know where he lives, I can go over there and kill him and his family.” “You will do no such thing. He will not try to kill us if we just go after him he won't understand.” Electro nods and walks away with an umbrella.
Spider-Man looks at his web shooters. “Great, they're gonna have to get the train. May's gonna kill me when I get back.”
Brooklyn, New York, 21:32
“PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T DO IT. I HAVE A FAMILY LOOK. PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING. WHAT DO YOU WANT MONEY, POWER.” A man shouts breaking down in fear of whoever is trying to kill him. “I want to know why you do it. Why commit crime when there's hundreds of heroes. I think I know why though. They won't kill, they won't just take the godam leap and end you scumbags. So I chose to do it myself.” The man says in a deep voice wrapping a cord around his neck. He picks him up, showing him a fifteen floor drop. “No, no, please don't do this.” He starts to cry as looks at him blankly, throwing off the building with him screaming for about three seconds till the man hears a snap. “Good Riddens.”
Queen's, New York, 9:29 pm
Walking into a house a teenager walks in “Peter where have y- My god what happened to you?” Peter looks at his aunt and says “Some people tried to rob me, it's alright May.” “Did they take anything? Did you call the police.?” “No and no May I'm fine May.” He looks at May. “I'll call the police.” “DON'T. I never saw what they really looked like, you'll just waste their time.” She looks at him saying “From now on you'll be back before it gets dark.” Peter nods “Now Peter time for your cake Happy Eighteenth Peter.” Peter looks at a cake with candles on it. He blows them out “Thanks May I'm just gonna go to my room I've had a ruff day.” May looks at him. “Are you sure you don't want some cake I've made? It's your favourite.” “I'll have some tomorrow really.” Peter walks up to his room turning on the TV playing the daily bugle. “Today Spider-Man failed to capture this so-called Lizard. I think he's just too lazy to put in any work. When the police lose a suspect their back on the streets trying to find him but Spider-Man swip swap swoops his way down and destroys peoples properties.” Peter looks at it in a rage “People would have died if i wasn't there yet I don't get thanked but hated. Why do I do this?” He looks at the picture next to his bed of him and uncle Ben. The time when he didn't worry if Aunt May would see him tomorrow. If she'll be targeted by villains. “Ben would call me stupid for doing something like this. Even more stupid I was responsible for his death. I couldn't just tell him where I was, I just had to storm out. He goes looking for me and ends up getting shot. I'm sorry Ben.”
Manhattan, New York, 06:34
“What will it be?” “Coffee, milk and two sugars.” She turns around and the man looks at his watch as he checks the time. “06:36 still have seven.” “It's ready. Have an amazing day.” he hands her a ten and leaves. He walks to an old burned building. Walking in he goes up five floors and goes towards a sniper pointing out a window. He takes a sip of his coffee checking his watch. “06:42 one minute.” A minute later a limousine drives up to a small building. A man dressed in a white and gold suit walks. “Gotcha.” BANG, a single bullet from the sniper shoots the man in the head obliterating the back of his head. He walks away with screams of people running and people shouting. “It's him, Punisher, he's here.” Pointing their pistols in the air looking where the shot came from.
Queen's, New York, 7:45 am
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE-. Bang Peter hits his alarm destroying it. “Uhh, great way to start the day.” Peter goes to the bathroom brushing his teeth. He leaves the bathroom getting changed into his new clothes then goes to check on his web shooters. “Thank god for the science lab.” Checking his costume he sees it burnt and destroyed. He messages MJ to ask her to bring his spare costume she's working on. He gets his bag and web shooters going downstairs. “Hey Aunt May I'm off to school.” “Not so fast, I've got some cake for you to take.” Petter goes up to May and takes it. “Thanks May love ya bye.” Peter walks out to the school bus.
On the bus he sits next to his girlfriend Mary Jane. “My god Pete what happened to you. Also you suits in my bag.” Peter looks at her saying “New villain in town calls himself Electro.” “You've got to stop doing this Peter really you're going to kill yourself. How many villains do you have?” Peter looks down and says “Well Theirs the lizard, Shocker, Electro, Fisk, Otto Octavius and sin eater. Don't forget about the small time.” She looks at him saying “God why do I put up with you.” “Because I'm irresistible.” She smirks.
A couple hours later Peter only had two lessons left. Peter in the back of his English class looked at his web shooters making sure they still aren't broken and that he fixed them during science. Peter looks at his phone where he sees a notification from the daily bugle saying that sandman is robbing a bank. “Can I go to the bathroom?” Peter shouts. “Sure Mister Parker uh just take the pass.” Peter takes it and leaves. He goes to the janitor's closet putting on his Spidey suit and web shooters jumping out of the window. He looks at his phone while swinging. “Sometimes I wish I had a GPS in my suit instead of needing to use Oscorpe maps.” He swings wondering why sandman is robbing a bank. “He's stupid but not this stupid to rob a bank, especially during the day.” He swings across Queensboro into Manhattan.
When he arrives the swat team surrounds the area with Captain Stacey on standby. Spider-Man drops down in front of him. “Hey.” Looking up Captain Stacey talks to Spider-Man. “Spider-Man good thing you're here we need your help. Sandman has taken over the bank and he has three hostages.” Spider-Man looks at him saying. “Guess you can say things are getting out of sand.” “Sure just when you go in don't destroy much will you.” “I won't captain you know me, just get your officer's to sand back.” Spider-Man does finger guns at Captain Stacey swinging in. “Everyone shut up. I'm gonna pay it off with this score.” Spider-Man slowly swings down “It's ironic that you're named Flint. You know because flint and steel create fire and fire turns you into glass.” “WHAT.” Spider-Man sighs as he launches a kick towards him. He kicks him with Spider-Man going straight through him as this happens he webs his feet and pulls causing him to fall. He goes to punch sandman but punches him through the glass into a police car. CRASH, the police start firing at him but they do nothing. “SPIDER-MAN GET UP.” Captain Stacey shouts at spider-man. Spider-man jumps in slingshotting himself into sandman. He goes straight through him knocking sandman back as well. “Stop this Flint, think of all the good you've done.” He jumps onto the wall looking at a fire hydrant. “Like you've no that won't cut it. Ok you haven't done anything good but that doesn't mean I have to kick your ass again.” Sandman gets up. “You think you can kick my ass again. Not happening.” Spider-Man sighs. “Ok.” Spider-Man jumps down and grabs the fire hydrant and pulls. CRACK, the fire hydrant breaks splashing water all over sandman. “I told you Flint, I always win.” Flint starts to turn into a pile of wet sand. Spider-Man webs the hydrant to stop the water then walks over to Flint. Barely able to keep your normal form. “Screw you.” Spider-Man looks over at the captain. “He's all your captain enjoy.” Spider-Man jumps onto the side of a swat van. “Where do you go when you finish?” “School, besides I'm only missing one class.” Peter says this jumping and swinging away. “About ten minutes getting there. HEY I'M SWINGING HERE. Five minutes there and ten back is enough to miss english.”
Last lesson goes pretty boring for Peter. He's thinking about the lizard and how he escaped yesterday.
Bronx, New York, 15:45
“Nah he'll be here soon. The boss says after today's shipment the police are going to leave the Bronx alone.” An unknown man, clearly a gangster in a suit, is talking to another man in a suit. “Yeah, isn't he worried, though I mean what happened yesterday? You know Freddy.” One of them says “Nah, his new guy almost killed Spider-Man yesterday. He was talking about how he was crawling to escape only got away because of the sprinklers.”
BANG, BANG, The Punisher walks into a restaurant with seven men in suits in it. “HEY WHO LET THIS GUY IN.” The Punisher grabs his M4 and start to spray into a crowd killing three of them. Two of them pull out micro uzi's shooting at him. The Punisher grabs a grenade and throws it at the bar. BANG, The grenade goes and kills the two of them. The other two put their hands up and surrendered. Frank drops his AR. BANG, BANG, He shoots them with his pistol. He walks upstairs where five line a wall of AK's. The Punisher pulls out a stun grenade throwing it at them. BANG, they all drop their guns blind and staggering The Punisher walks in picking up one of their guns firing on them all. He walks to a door with the dead piled up next to it. He kicks it open to see a man in a suit. “I wondered how long it would take for you to find me, Frank. Now I have some you want and in return you'll let me go, unde-.” BANG, “No deal.” Frank starts to pack a duffel bag with money. Once he's done he lights the office on fire and leaves.
He walks to a van getting into the driver's seat. He drives for about thirty minutes to a small house. Walking in he puts the money in the pantree where about fifteen of the same bags are. He puts on the TV playing the news and works on making bullets. “Spider-Man today was responsible for the destruction of one bank. One I go to, when i wanted to go there today I realised I COULDN'T BECAUSE SPIDER-MAN HELPED SANDMAN DESTROY IT AND WHEN THE COPS SHOWED UP HE THREW HIM UNDER AND PRETENDED TO BE THE HERO. Now why do I have to pay for it? Why doesn't he? We know who Captain America is and he destroys a bank because he's civilised and not a maniac.” Frank looks at the TV turning it off and continues working.
Manhattan, New York, 4:21
“PARKER, PARKER, these photos are blurry I'll give you fifty.” Peter looks at him “Mister Jamerson I need a hundred and twenty.” “I need better pictures.” A man walks in “We need pictures Jonah.” He looks at Peter. “Ok one twenty.” He sighs a check giving it to Peter.
Peter leaves and goes to the woman working at the desk in front. “Hey Betty.” Peter gives Betty the check to Betty who gives him the money. “Thanks.” Peter leaves the daily bugle checking phone. He sees that he's missed a call from Captain Stacey. He calls him. “ you at the station up town.” “Ok but which one?” He runs into the alley next to the bugle changing into his costume swinging away. “So which one.” “You won't miss it kid really.” The call ends. “Ok, quite weird but he didn't even say why he needed me.” It takes him about thirty seconds to realise what he's about. In the distance he sees a giant ball of electricity. “Oh no.”
“Where is it?” CRACK, BANG, Electro kills three police officers. Captain Stacey tells all the police officer's to get into the building. “YOU CAN'T HIDE.” Spider-Man swings down checking the pulse of one of the dead police officers. “no. SURRENDER NOW.” Electro flies in front of him. “Or what. At least I'll get to kill you now. Peter.” Peter feels nervous looking around and Captain Stacey shouts for him to get in. “STAY INSIDE CAPTAIN.” The captain goes to one of his men. “Is it ready?” “yeah” Electro shoots electricity at spider-man. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Spider-Man webs a man hole throwing it at him. Electro catches it, Spider-Man using this moment slingshots himself punching Electro multiple times. “I'M DONE PLAYING. YOU KILLED COPS I'M NOT GOING EASY.” Electro smirks at Peter creating an emp knocking Peter down. Electro drops to the ground, shocking him. “AHHHHHHH. BANG, AHHHHHHHH. BANG, AHHHHHHHH.” Electro walks up to Spider-Man who is crawling away. “Poor little Peter Parker. Once I'm done with you I'll deal with the ones you love. Rest in piece Peter Parker.” Electro charges his hands then. BANG.
Manhattan, New York, 16:23
Punisher loads his sniper talking to himself. “Really, they would kill me immediately. At least I'll kill this freak.” He toggles with the scope. “SURRENDER NOW.” “He won't do that kid” he waits for a clear shot. “YOU KILLED COPS I'M NOT GOING EASY.” he waits for his moment. Bang “AHHHHHHH.” Electros hands start to charge he lifts them. “bang.” BANG. A single bullet goes through the chest of Electro. Frank picks up his sniper and walks downstairs.
Walking down he sees Electro holding his chest on the ground and Spider-Man next to him barely alive. The Punisher walks up to Electro with a knife. “No please d-dont do this.” He gets close to Electro as tries to crawl away. The Punisher grabs him and turns him around. Fear in Electros eye's “Once I'm done with you I'll deal with your loved one's.” “No please.” The Punisher stabs him in the throat, killing him. “You know kid stay away from fisk for the next couple of days you understand. Deal with that giant lizard terrorising the city. Got me Parker.” Peter just looks as he starts to lose consciousness. “Good.” Gorge Stacey and his men leave the building telling The Punisher to surrender. He walks away as no one dares goes to arrest him. Gorge gets his men to help Peter.
Manhattan, New York, 7:32 pm
“You've got to take it easy kid. The doctors said you could have died.” Peter listens to Captain Stacey saying. “I know but with this guy out there, bloods gonna spill in the streets.” The Captain sighs. “So what are you going to do.” Peter coughs “I'm going to try and find the lizard first.” “Stay safe kid.” Peter jumps of the empire state building swinging through the city calling MJ to tell May he's staying at hers tonight.
Thirty minutes Later Peter hears on the police radio that a giant lizard is destroying Oscorpe. Swinging over he feels the stitches in him starting to rip.
When he arrives he sees a fire and a chunk of the side of the building gone. He swings in where fire and dead security guards are. “W-who is he?.” He hears a continuous clicking sound. “There aren't any alien space hunters down there, ha ha.” He laughs nervously. Suddenly a human sized lizard runs towards him trying to eat him. He dodges jumping on a wall “Hey I'm from the zoo, they said a lizard needed to be put down. That doesn't make sense. I don't kill. Hey no bitey.” He sees on the lab coat he's wearing it says Dr Connors. Still dodging “Connor's wait Curt Connors how did you. AHHH.” The Lizard scratches Spider-Man across the chest leaving a claw mark. Spider-Man looks up and sees him jumping to bite him. Spider-Man cartwheels backwards into a jump webbing his head and face planting him. “If you chill out I'll give you a box of insects to eat.” The Lizard gets up. “AHHHHHHHH.” Spider-Man looks at him. “Uh I don't know what to say to that. Raw maybe." As Spider-Man gets ready to attack, the Lizard's left arm starts to turn grey. It looks at it and runs away. Spider-Man swings after him through the streets of Manhattan “YOU MIGHT UGLY BUT I'M FINE WITH IT YOU DON'T HAVE TO RUN.” As he swings the lizard throws a hotdog stand at him. He webs it to a wall and keeps swinging. “SERIOUSLY A HOTDOG STAND IF YOU DON'T STOP I'LL TURN YOU INTO A LIZARD DOG. WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY.” The lizard goes into an alley into a sewer. Spider-Man follows him slingshotting himself in shouting. “YEAAAAH.”
Inside of the sewers Peter looks around and sees only one way forwards. He crawls ol the walls seeIng the destruction Connor's did. “UH MISTER CONNOR'S, CURT, LIZARD, ANYONE. AM I JUST TALKING TO MYSELF, YES, why did I shout that.” He keeps crawling till he hears shouting. “PLEASE I DIDN'T HAVE CONTROL PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.”
Manhattan, Sewers, New York, 19:28
“Where is this freak? This vermin to society.” The Punisher walks through the sewers trying to find the rat killing innocent people. “HISSSS.” He hears a hiss and feels something watching him. “SHOW YOURSELF YOU FREAK OF NATURE.” A black figure crawls out from the shadow. “Tries to hurt me, hurt Edward. AHHHH.” He hisses and screams at him. He goes to attack him but The Punisher unloads bullets from his M4. Vermin shouts in pain “AHHHHHHHH.” Frank slowly followed him. “YOU CAN'T RUN VERMIN. I'LL KILL YOU MATTER WHAT. I'LL DO WHATEVER, YOU'RE COWARD THAT PREY ON THE WEAK.” “Vermin doesn't prey on the weak. I DON'T HAVE CONTROL, AHHHH. Vermin needs to eat, Edward needs to live.” he scurries away. After a minute of walking he arrived in a circular area where Vermin threw him in. “AHHHHH. Vermin will kill you now.” Frank picks his M4 up again, shooting him. He screams crawling up the wall. The Punisher pulls the trigger when vermin is above it and doesn't do anything. He checks the mag to see it's empty. Vermin drops down Scratching Frank across the face. He pulls out his pistol shooting him in the eye. “AHHHHHH, AHHHHH.” Frank goes up and shoots him on the head, killing him.
He hears a scream further down. Going down the tunnel he sees lab equipment and a lizard transforming into a person. “The Lizard, perfect timing.” Limping, he goes over to The Lizard waiting for him to transform. “AHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, HELP PLEASE, AHHHHHHH.” Frank just stands there till he transforms. He pulls his pistol out and points it at Connor's. “You're the lizard. What's your name? WHAT YOUR NAME?” “Connor's. Dr Curtis Connors.” Frank starts to pull the triggers. “PLEASE I DIDN'T HAVE CONTROL PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.”
Peter drops down in front of him webbing his pistol. “We don't kill people, understand.” The Punisher grits his teeth “Back off kid really.” “So you can kill him. Like you did Electro. You told me you were going against Fisk, why are you going for The Lizard.” The Punisher smirks at Peter, making nervous. “I wasn't here for him. It's just a coincidence.” Peter stands there wondering what's next. The Punisher runs towards him Peter jumps over him kicking him in the back. The Punisher hits his head knocking him to the ground Peter uses this to web him up.
“Ok we need to get outta here understand.” Connor's nods and starts to pack his stuff. “I won't kill you kid.” Peter looks at him. “Good because neither will I.” “I'm ready Spider-Man.” Curt says to Peter “Alright let's get outta here.” Peter swings Curt Connors out of the sewers
Manhattan, New York, 8:53 pm
“Ok you need a cure. Uhh, I've got it. I'll take you to the Baxter building. Reed can help you.” Connors thinks. “What if he finds me?” Peter sighs. “It's probably got more security than the raft and it's got four of the best heroes in the world in there.” Connors agrees and Peter swings him there.
When he gets there they walk in. Peter shouts. “REED YOU HERE. REED RICHARDS.” “Peter.” They turn around to see Sue. “Hey Miss Richard's I need your help.” She looks at Peter then at Connor's “What's wrong Peter are you in trouble.” Peter looks at her then Connors. “Not me. Have you ever heard of The Punisher?” She looks confused. “Uhh no why.” “He's trying to kill him. He needs a secure place to stay. And he needs a cure to stop him from turning into a lizard.” She looks. “What about you? Will he kill you?” He sighs “No he won't. He just wants to kill villains.” She looks at Connors saying “Reed is out but he'll be back soon he can make you a cure. Be safe Peter this stuff doesn't end well.” Connor's looks at Peter “Thanks Parker I would never expect you to be a superhero. Miss Richards, can you get my family?”
Peter leaves, going to the top of the Baxter building for some peace. “I'm too tired. I just want to go home but I need to find Fisk.” He checks the wound Connor's left. “I'm losing too much blood. My costume is destroyed and I helped the guy escape death. How am I going to explain this to May my wounds? I can't believe it. First day as an adult and I might not live to see the second. Uncle Ben must think I'm stupid.” He shakes his head. “I've got to go to Fisk tower and warn him.” Peter swings to Fisk tower.
Manhattan, New York, 9:01pm
Spider-Man arrives feeling light headed. He swings up to the office where Fisk and his men are sitting. He opens the door, his men immediately pointing their guns at him. “DROP YOU WEAPONS.” Fisk tells his men. Reluctantly they do Peter Limping towards him. “I need to warn you. A guy, a guy is uh is uh going to kill you.” His voice started to slur and he was barely able to keep his eyes open.” Fisk walks towards him. “You two get the medics now.” Peter falls unconscious.
Waking up Peter wonder's where he is looking around and he sees medical equipment. He gets up and walks through a pair of doors into a room full of men and Fisk working at a desk. “You're awake. You've been out for nine hours.” Peter realises that his face is exposed and Fisk notices this. “We all know who you are, Parker.” Peter walks up to him. “Why did you save me? You're goon tried to kill me yesterday.” Fisk calmly got up saying. “Yesterday you came to warn me. I knew why because of the Punisher. When you came here you were close to death. I saved you because. I need you to defeat the Punisher. I've asked every mercenary in this city and it's the same answer. No before Punisher was a myth but now after the men he's killed. The only one who can defeat him is you.” Peter looks at him. “Who's to say I'll stop him.” “Because yesterday you came here to warn me. The only one who wants me dead that can do anything is him.” Peter looks at him. “Where's my stuff.” Fisk clicks his Fingers and one of his men comes over to Peter giving him his phone, suit and web shooters. Putting them on Peter goes to the window telling Fisk. “Thanks Fisk. You really should leave the city.” Peter swings away.
Queen's New York, 6:09 pm
Peter swings through Queens arriving at his girlfriend's house. He goes to her window knocking on it. She wakes up opening it. When Peter enters he takes off his mask. “I can't do it anymore Peter last night you never showed up. I thought you were dead. This Electro almost killed you and the lizard. Peter I ju- AHH.” She screams seeing Peter's face covered in stitches. “I'm not that ugly.” Peter jokes but MJ says. “What happened yesterday.” Peter sits down “It's a long story.”
Manhattan, New York, Sewers, Time Unknown
“DOWN HERE, THERE'S A LAB.” Two police officers walk down the sewers seeing a lab. They both walk into Connor's lab looking around. “What the hey Chris, what is this place? Chris.” Click the police officer feels a gun to the back of his head. “I'm going to take your gun and handcuffs. And Chris is alright just incapacitated.” Frank takes the cop's gun and handcuffs him to a metal pole.
Leaving the sewers Frank feels the cold air on his face. Checking his watch he realises it is broken. He goes to his van and drives off to his house.
When he gets inside he goes to the kitchen checking the clock. “Wasn't down there for long.” He puts on the TV while he makes shotgun shells. “Breaking news this morning we have word that Spider-Man and the Lizard destroyed Oscorpe hours ago, fleeing in the sewers. They also found the cannibal serial killer known as Vermin dead. They say it's a man dressed in black wearing a white skull on his chest. Now I don't condone murder but I want to personally thank this heroe for dealing with someone Spider-Man probably thinks isn't worth his time.” Punisher looks at the TV and at his shotgun loading. “That's all for now J, Jonah, Jamerson signing off.”
Frank goes into his pantree grabbing a bag of cash. He looks in it seeing about hundred and fifty grand. He takes it to his van with him driving off.
Manhattan, New York, 04:41
Frank walks into a small café and enters. “Mister Castle, quite a busy night was it.” Frank walks up giving him the bag of money. “Do you have the thing?” the man clears his throat. “Yes, your coffee is ready. Hot, two sugars and no milk. That'll be one dollar fifty cents.” Frank looks at the bag and at the device he's buying. He picks it up and leaves. “Keep the change.”

TL;DR: yep, there are mentions of GME, Gamestop Class A shares, using Plaid to authenticate with brokerage accounts to verify that GME shares are held, and it's all to do with the WuTang album. BUT be very very careful where you put your phone number and who you allow to connect to your brokerage.
The WuTang tinfoil has always been one of my favorites. It's not only just really funny, but I've been a WuTang fan for at least a decade and getting anything relating to their giga-secret, DOJ, pharmabro, pleasrWhatever album just tickles me. I want to believe. I, like you, probably saw a few posts floating around about thealbum.com having mentions of GME and class A ordinary Gamestop shares yadda yadda. I figured I would dive deeper to see if there's anything my software engineer eyes could find that may be useful.
Yes, there really is a bunch of code relating to Gamestop, GME, even the Gamestop wallet. This is so-called "minified" code, meaning that most of the code has been replaced with a single letter to make the size of the code itself smaller, and also to obfuscate it a bit. Instead of things in the original code like getSecurities, this and any reference to it may just be replaced with a. This makes it hard to know exactly what's going on with the code itself, but things that aren't code like just simple strings of text can't be minified, so those still come through. We can read the code around these strings to get a bit of an idea what may be going on, but otherwise the code will mostly be nonsense. How to see for yourself:

1. Go to thealbum.com (I'm not going to hyperlink to it because I don't know what the rules around that are)
2. Inspect the page - ctrl+shift+i or right click and click "inspect element"
3. Go to the Sources tab, expand the following: thealbum.com, _next/static, chunks, app and finally click on the JavaScript file starting with 652-9d73... This is a chunk of the bundle which makes up the website overall. What exactly that means isn't necessarily important, but this is just part of the code that makes the website and interacts with the server of whoever owns this website (see below for what I mean by "whoever owns it")
4. The file isn't that long and you can basically ignore all of the code, so just read anything that stands out to you. You can ctrl+f for whatever you want as well, like GME or Gamestop etc.

This is where things get weird and interesting. There are several references to GME, Gamestop, ordinary shares, etc. There are also API calls to Plaid, which is a service that provides secure sign in - primarily for banks and financial institutions - so that you can securely get data from someone's bank account, brokerage, etc. in your own app without forcing your customer to provide you their credentials for their bank. I've used Plaid dozens of times, but in my experience it was only to connect my bank accounts to other services, I don't think that I've used it for a brokerage account before. Anyway, the way I see it, this is more or less what I understand this code to be doing:

• You "Enter The Chamber", ie give your phone number on this website 🚨🚨THIS SHOULD BE A RED FLAG. I DO NOT RECOMMEND DOING THIS, IT'S JUST WHAT'S THERE. WAIT FOR INFORMATION FROM GAMESTOP ITSELF BEFORE FUCKING WITH THIS WEBSITE 🚨🚨
• The website tells you that you're on the "list" and you will be contacted in 80 years or so
• Pure speculation starts here. At some point in the future, they'll open up some way to authenticate with Plaid so you can connect presumably a brokerage account or bank account etc.
• Plaid loads up the information for the connected account. This gives them the ability to check the connected account using Plaid's API (/api/plaid/holdings endpoint in the code, I assume that this returns holdings for the account).
• Then, it looks through all of the holdings, looking for a ticker symbol which matches "GME". Specifically GME, nothing else.
• Once it sees that you have GME holdings, it adds some text:

VERIFIED HOLDER
YOU ARE ON THE LIST FOR REAL NOW.
Seemingly, nothing else changes. You're just "on the list", but for real...? This is where things get sketchy, or maybe just disappointing. Below again is my own speculation, along with some educated guesses.
I've looked at this and two other files, to briefly share what I found there:

• File starting 2e10a2... has mentions of using a website called "walletconnect", I assume this is some API for connecting to ethereum wallets
• File starting 3ab959... has mentions of basically every browser extension ethereum wallet I can think of, including the Gamestop wallet

They may use Plaid to just drain your brokerage account. I have no idea what is and isn't possible when you authenticate with Plaid, but I wouldn't touch this with a 1 billion foot pole until we hear from Ryan Fucking Cohen to go authenticate with our brokerage. This could be an enormous scam/grift, or even worse, some shadow hedgy bullshit to get a bunch of people to have their shares sold. Human CentIPad vibes, make sure you read everything very carefully.
They may use Plaid to see if you have shares of GME, then laugh at you getting all hyped up about it. PleasrDAO has never been clear or really all that forthcoming with any information. They've strung us along a few different times and all we can really do is forget about it. I don't have any problem with PleasrDAO necessarily, we're smoking our own crayons out of tinfoil pipes and taking it out on them when they don't confirm everything we say. I mostly don't really have an opinion of them.
I don't know who even owns this website. Pleasr does have the URL in their twitter bio, and I imagine that they would put out some kind of cease and desist if they didn't own it, but idk wtf this website really is, so I remain skeptical. Given what we've found on it though, I imagine that Gamestop would also put out a cease and desist if they had all of this in the code of their website and it actually had nothing to do with GME. To me it's very serious to make claims about someone's held securities, if it were actually a nothing burger or malicious, I don't think that Gamestop's legal/PR team would let that shit fly. But what do I know.
But now the hype... This is kind of fucking awesome. There's a disclaimer on the website: "In ACCORDANCE WITH THE CONTRACT SET FORTH BY THE WU-TANG CLAN, THE ALBUM WILL BE RELEASED ON OCTOBER 8, 2103." 79 years from now or so... But, do we get rights to some portion of the album? Perhaps every 7 shares gets 1 dividend representing partial ownership of the album? That sounds really valuable to me. Also inherently non-fungible, but why not wrap it up in a non-fungible token (NFTs for the regards out there) and just double down on that. If you're short my stock, just try to counterfeit the NFT and the portion of the ultra-secret WuTang album that it represents and pay that out to me. They've been playing musical shares, and the music would stop. You may not even necessarily be able to do anything with that NFT for the next 80 years, but why not hold on to it?
Anyway that's enough for me, I'll edit and add more below if I come across anything noteworthy but this is the full rundown of what I've seen so far.
Edit 1: I should mention that they didn't have to include any of this in the JavaScript bundle if they didn't want to. This isn't a leak, they intentionally put this there with the knowledge that someone may find it, and someone found it. They could have instead held essentially everything on the server side, and the JavaScript just requests the information from their server. This would require a different technical implementation but ultimately is roughly as easy to do, so they went this route almost definitely intentionally so that someone would find it. That, or whoever made this site wasn't even thinking about it and this really is a leak, but most engineers know what gets included in the bundle and knows not to include sensitive data where it may be exposed. I'd say it's like a 95% chance that they wanted this to be found, and the fact that they've been tweeting DFV with WuTang memes and shit makes me think that the odds are closer to 100%
Edit 2: The file starting 117-59ec... seems to have a lot of functionality relating to connecting to various ethereum wallets. The file is really long and is very obfuscated so it's hard to read and there's no way to know if there's really anything there. I tried giving it to Claude to try and read but it exceeded the limit for a single chat. Does anyone have access to the GCP 1 million token LLM and wants to try sending it there to see if it can suss anything out? I don't think that I care to read a thousand line file of minified JavaScript in the hope that I might be able to find something relevant because I probably won't, leveraging some tool would help though. Calling all tech apes

psst — yes, you! are you also looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with? well, it seems you’re in the right place. my name is nicole and i’m a twenty-two year old college student. i’m currently located in NJ but, i definitely wouldn’t mind a long distance relationship as long as you don’t mind either! if we’re talking specifics here, i am ONLY open to a serious relationship. if you’re not, then do not message me and waste my time or yours.
⟳ specifics about me: i’m single (of course), i’m around 5’2, i am a BBW, i’m a latina (i also speak spanish fluently), i wear glasses, and for the most part i tend to have short/medium-length black hair.
⟳ don’t be dry or boring. i will always make the effort to keep a conversation going but i will make the quick decision to un-add/un-friend if you are adding nothing to the conversation. you’ll ONLY be blocked if you say something weird to me.
⟳ i will not respond to people that sent low effort messages such as: “hi, hey, hru and so on.”
⟳ i enjoy horror everything so if that’s your thing, definitely let me know!
⟳ i’m also obsessed with playing Fall Guys, so if that’s your thing as well then you’ve definitely piqued my interest.
⟳ vc (‘voice chat’) or getting on a call is absolutely necessary. i just feel as though i connect more with people that way. so, if you’re down to talk on the phone, im always happy to do so as well!
⟳ mainly active on discord.
⟳ video of myself posted on my page as well.
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⟳ verify that you’re an actual person (PIC OF YOURSELF) <- must be done or i will NOT respond ‼️‼️‼️‼️
⟳ id prefer someone that’s at least somewhat around my age: 18-28.
⟳ i would definitely enjoy meeting someone that’s a gamer as well! <3
⟳ that’s all. just be YOU and you’re solid (:
if you’ve checked all those boxes, feel free to send me a message! the scariest part of talking to someone new is taking that first step but, if its worth it to you, then it’ll be worth it in the long run! c:

Hey sorry if I’m posting in the wrong place my phone won’t let me choose a space to post it just hoping anyone with advice sees this so to get started I’m 16 make with excrutiating ptsd and dissotiation to the point where it’s at multiple points me into phycosis that thank God I was able to get out of without medical attention I’ve almost overdosed probably 15 times I went to a 3 programs escaped one and was on the run for a month before somehow being able to come home after calling my mom on a stolen phone I’ve been around actual killers for years people who don’t give a single shit about a human life and would end someone just for their convenience and pride I went to juvy before for a month wasn’t bad tbh but due to my perspective then it was horrible I got out thank God and was able to for the most part change my life around slowly quitting the huge list of drugs I was using I’m really big into woodworking now about a year and a half later I can make beautiful things when I put my mind to it which just makes me more mad when I realize how I’m not doing much with it right now and I mean the past couple weeks because I recently pretty much became an alcoholic I grew up in an amazing family my brother is an alcoholic but my sisters all 5 of them are doing great one in the navy and btw I’m Christian to the death Jesus is the only reason I’ve been able to come out of the absolute hell whole of my phycotic drug fueled mind I take adderall 25mg which I’m addicted to severely somehow even though it’s a low dose and btw I’ve taken up to 200mg in a day in my any drug goes days but somehow my broken mind can get basically the same high every day not in a bad way I mean it’s pleasant and helps me to stay sober from everything but porn which holy shit is a whole nother story my addiction with it I need help holy shit I jus zoned tf out but yeah I’m at this point mentally self reliant but I’m rapidly degrading from the alcoholism and porn which I try not to watch but fall into watching it about once every 5 days and I’m so serious I’m pretty sure as in Ive been and am completely convinced is caused by the porn because I have to fight the urge to kill myself every time I give into it reminding myself my family loves me every time but that fight I put up fades each time I give in and I have to drink to battle the suicidal thoughts I have for days after I can’t take it I need help I believe I can do it I’m just stuck right now and need help I know I can do it to the depth of my soul I’m the biggest fighter I’ve seen in my life mentally speaking I’m partially crazy but you’ll never ketch me saying something that sounds crazy but yeah Idek what I’m asking for advice or a second hand summary just please understand if you can imma pose more context if you want message me if u want it I got pages on pages I need help bro I know it doesn’t sound much like urgency if it does thanks for listening but I need help I’ve been screaming silently for years please just tell me something I need to know help me to come back

This may or may not be the best place to ask this but I have hit all walls and don't know where to turn. I have googled my heart out to find a place and every time I think a place sounds good it's either out of state or I go read reviews and the teens are tortured. I have twin 15 year old males. One is just out of control. He's disrespectful. He's manipulative. He bullies his siblings. He does stupid shit at school and is a follower. He will do almost anything anyone dares him to just to fit in. Back in November he pushed me out of his way. He is getting suspended left and right for messing with other students. Today the school called me and told me about an incident on Friday where he aggressively went towards another kid and swung at him....it didn't connect but the kid flew backwards to avoid the punches connecting and fell and my son picked him up and slammed him. They said they weren't going to suspend him and the next 3 (last 3 days of school) won't be considered absent but they don't want him coming back the rest of the year. We've been to court. The judge does nothing. I asked our local police to please go get him from school and put him in a holding cell for a few hours. Said they couldn't and suggested I beat his ass. He's almost 6 foot and works out. I take his phone and he gets another one behind my back. I take the gym away he doesn't care. Also a few months ago I found out (from videos in his own phone) that he let friends peer pressure him into smoking weed...however he still could have said no and chose not to. It wasn't a great experience as he vomited etc so he swears he's not doing that again. I will drug test him if I feel that he is. Don't come at me about weed is weed please. I have nothing against weed but I surely don't want my 15 year old smoking it when addiction runs deep on all sides of his families. He also takes no accountability. Such as the incident Friday. When I brought it up to him he was a smart ass and told me that they were horsing around and just playing etc. I explained that while that may be true you shouldn't be horsing around in school first of all..you're there to learn. Second of all the school is so sick of your shit that had it have been someone else they may not have made a big deal out of it but they are sick of your behavior. He doesn't really care to be at his dad's and they come home tomorrow so I told him he can stay at his dad's until Sunday and he replies "okie doke artichokie"...
I don't know what to do. I told him he's going away for the summer and that his 16th bday party is getting postponed, his permit is getting postponed and he's not getting his first job this summer. It will break my heart but I truly want to do this as I cannot and the school cannot deal with him any longer and I only have 3 months to whip him into shape. I don't want him to go somewhere and be literally tortured and end up with PTSD from how some of the programs are. We are located in Pittsburgh. Does anyone have experience with at risk youth that can lead me in the right direction to a good place I can have him placed for the summer?

I (24F) have been best friends with two girls since school. I’ve been friends with “Tara”(24F) since middle school and “Alex”(24F) since high school. We are all now three years out of college. We’ve all been super close and would talk every single day whether it was through text or video calls. However around 2021 when Covid was starting Alex began to pull away from me and Tara. Alex’s phone was not the best so we had started to contact her through Snapchat at her request. We didn’t see each other for months due to Covid but still all talked and had weekly movie nights. Alex began to get sleepy during movie nights and miss some of them so Tara and I asked her if everything was fine and if she wanted us to pause the movie nights for a while since she was still busy with school and tired. (She graduated after me and I graduated after Tara). Alex informed us that she had a family death that was weighing on her and school and other stuff so we stopped movie nights and of course let her know we were always here to talk. After that she began to contact us less and less. Eventually she would only respond weeks later and respond with one word answers or just send a bunch of TikToks about autism. I asked if the TikTok’s meant anything but she said no. I also tried calling but she answered once that I remember and said she was fine. Eventually Alex stopped talking to us. She wouldn’t text or answer the phone anymore.
Months went by and she still didn’t contact us, her social medias were not active and some looked like they’d been hacked. For some reason we are not friends on Snapchat and she doesn’t answer there. It said her user name can’t be found when I would try to add her again.
Throughout these three years I’ve reflected many times on our friendship and wondered what would cause her to leave like this. After reflecting I realize I could have been a better friend in some areas and as far as I can remember we never let anyone be a third wheel in the group but it’s possible I’m remembering things differently. However, I don’t think there was anything to cause one of us to completely ghost especially without talking about a problem. Whenever something bothered any of us we talked about it.
About six months ago I mentioned Alex to Tara and that I missed her and even dreamt about her and Tara told me to stop talking about her cause obviously she doesn’t want to be our friend anymore. So I let it go. However, about three months ago Tara randomly brought up Alex and admit she missed her but didn’t say anything because she told me to not talk about her. At this point Alex phone number was disconnected and all social media accounts deleted except one account.
So we decided to go to Alex’s house. We went and her mom came to the door. She didn’t even open the door she just spoke through the frosted glass. She said Alex wasn’t home (her car was there but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything) but that she was fine. So we left her our names and phone numbers. We waited for her to contact us but got no answer. We were not even sure her mom gave her our numbers because we’ve always had the impression her mom is a bit strict.
Tara and I waited until the start of 2024 and decided to try one last time so we both messaged Alex on her only existing social media account. We messaged her on Pinterest and she actually answered three days later but she answered with some weird long messages about how she values privacy and we can reconnect on a tri-month basis but not talk about personal stuff. The message was really weird and we thought it was a bot at first but it was addressed to us individually. Basically her message said we can reconnect only on her terms. I was willing to follow her rules so I said yes and asked how I could contact her. I got no response. Tara also got no response. This was our last try so we gave it up.
Presently, Alex randomly texted Tara and I a few days ago from a new phone number. Tara didn’t know the number so she blocked it. Alex somehow got my sisters number and texted my sister. My sister was confused and called the number. Alex answered and said she was trying to contact me. My sister gave me her my number and I thought about it for 24 hours before texting Alex. Now it’s been another few days and Alex has not responded. Same goes for Tara. She texted Alex and hasn’t received a response. Today I just decided to try calling Alex and it said her voicemail box wasn’t setup. But my sister was able to call with no issue days ago when Alex initially texted.
How is Alex going to contact us then not respond? Should I call again or leave this entire situation alone because it’s become exhausting. I would love to be friends with Alex again but all the chasing after her is annoying and I’m tired of getting my hopes up. I’m trying to give her a chance since it seemed like she was trying to get back in touch. Is it time to forget her?
Edit: I have just tried calling her again but this time from my google voice number. A woman, who may have been her mom, answered and was yelling at me and saying to stop texting and calling her on her number. I said that Alex contacted me first from the number but she didn’t care and still yelled so I just hung up. At this point I’m slightly worried something bad has happened with her.
TDLR: My friend ghosted three years ago and we have been in a back and fourth of trying to contact each other but mostly from my side. Is it time to give her up?

Hi, I'm not sure where to start really. We've been married for 14 years now and have 3 great kids. We have the usual issues families have (lack of money, over worked, worrying about how the kids are getting on and dealing with their problems ect), but over the last few years we just seem to be drifting further apart.
For starters, since my wife started working full time, sex is out of the window mid week. It's only really on Saturday nights these days and as I work rolling shifts there's a lot of Saturday nights where I'm working all night so those are out. So it leaves maybe a couple of times per month. Which is fine for some couples, but I need more and maybe not only on a Saturday night. I might fancy it on a wednesday, there's a crazy idea.
But that's not all of our problems. She's never been much of a conversationalist, it's always been me getting most of the conversations going, but we barely talk these days and when we do it's to discuss one of the many problems that needs addressing (money, kids, school, work ect). She just spends every evening staring at her phone.
I work a 48 week full time and then any spare work I can get on the side in my spare time to make up our income. My wife's pay is rubbish though she does works hard for it, so I have no choice. The plan was once our youngest left primary school she was going to do a 1 year conversion course and become a teacher which would really help financially. But now the time has come she has decided not to. And our conversation (if you can call it that, it was more like a massive row if I'm honest) ended with her telling me that I don't work as many ridiculous hours as I was working a couple of years back, as though it's all my fault. In all honesty, I couldn't carry on working day and night like I was and it was her that told me I need to ease off. I still work two jobs though!!
Unlike my wife I used to be very sociable and had a lot of friends. Over the years due to the hours I work and lack of money I've lost touch with all but a couple and I only get to see them a couple of times per year.
My kids always side with my wife over everything (as you'd expect girls to do) and all in all I'm feeling quite lonely and unhappy in life.
We used to go abroad for holidays (only to places like Spain) as a young family before budgets got ever more stretched and in my single days I was always on lads holidays, or snowboarding, scuba diving. Now, I just see mates on Facebook doing fantastic things with their happy families and I won't lie, it makes me extremely jealous. To see them all doing the things that I had planned for my family once. But it doesn't bother my wife. She's never been interested in those things anyway. I guess we've always been very different anyway but it wasn't an issue before.
I've tried talking so many times about our problems and i always get accused of starting a row by simply trying to talk about our problems. Shed rather just stick her head in the sand with most things. So I've given up and gonna have to accept things just are how they are now. I'm not intending to leave as we have kids and it would destroy them. But I really could do with some advice from anyone that has some way of coping with this. Because if I'm honest, life just isn't much fun anymore and home isn't somewhere that I feel particularly wanted. I'm either there or I'm not. No one really seems to care either way. So any coping mechanisms that anyone can suggest would be very helpful right now.
Thanks in advance

British farms can grow cheap food — but at what cost?
By Jeremy Clarkson (The Sunday Times, May 26)
Quite rightly there’s been a lot of brouhaha and gnashing of teeth about the Welsh government’s weed-friendly farming policy. But the problem isn’t confined to Wales. Almost every government in the civilised world seems determined to ethnically cleanse farmers from the countryside. And it’s hard to see why.
Oh sure, they all say that farming makes a lot of carbon dioxides and that they have net zero targets to meet, but obviously that’s not the reason. Because what’s the point of keeping the global temperature down if there’s nothing to eat?
So if climate change isn’t the driver, why, all across Europe and America and Australia, is life being made so wilfully and unnecessarily hard for the people who feed us? And why in England did the number of farms fall from 132,400 in 2005 to just 104,000 in 2015? Well, bear with me on this one, but it’s necessary at this point to talk about my recent weekend city break in Copenhagen.
I’ve always said that if I were forced for some reason to leave the UK and I needed to live and work somewhere else, I’d go to Copenhagen. You eat dinner at a sensible time, not four in the morning, you’re never distracted by the beach, and you can have conversations with a van driver about how the krone is controlled by the European Central Bank. I know because I did. Here I spend most of my van-based conversations trying to explain what “fragile” means.
Everywhere you go in Copenhagen there are attractive people having lunch in attractive restaurants before going back to the office to design some more attractive chairs. They put their solar farms between the motorway and the railway line, and all around the canals and docks there are no unsightly railings. If you fall in, you just get out again. And if you can’t swim, well, that’s your own silly fault.
And then there’s the business of getting about, which is done on a bicycle. Unlike here, though, no one wears a helmet or that idiotic Stasi stormtrooper combination of black tights and black shorts. Cycling is not some BLT+, pro-Hamas, kick-out-the-Tories political movement. It’s just something you do to get about, because even the crappiest little car is about a million pounds. And there are no hills.
I love pootling about on a bicycle there, stopping for a cup of coffee and a pastry, or to look in a little shop that sells nothing but lampshades made from thinly sliced ash. If Carlsberg did cities, they’d look like this.
But even here, amid all the loveliness, we find the awful Lawrence Stroll plague of Tommy Hilfiger, Prada, Chanel, Bulgari, Gucci and all those other multinational emporiums for the terminally dreadful, which now dominate every city centre, high-end Caribbean resort and airport terminal in the world. Terry Wogan once said he’d like to machinegun everyone on Henman Hill. I feel the same way when I’m presented with a branch of Boss.
I’m told that these fashion, luggage and sunglasses shops are everywhere because they are the only ones that can afford city centre rents and I’m sure that’s true. So that’s good for the city, the landlords and stupid people in white trousers who think it’s OK to spend £850 on a pair of shoes because it says Prada on the instep.
It’s not what we want, of course. We want interesting shops full of interesting things and interesting people, and we think it’s silly to spend £850 on a pair of shoes. But lots of little shops all selling different things? That’s too difficult to organise. It’s much easier to call some twat on a yacht and ask him to send over a light dusting of Hilfiger and a spot of Saint Laurent.
Which brings me back to farming. I’m sitting here now on top of a hill in the Cotswolds and I can see four other farms, all run by farmers who do things their own way. There’s a chap not too far away who produces eggs in mobile hen houses. There’s a lady who’s passionate about organic produce. Then there’s my neighbour who seems to be persevering with oil-seed rape, and down in the valley there’s a brother and sister rearing pigs. It’s all small and higgledy-piggledy and charming. And it’s comforting to know that 90 per cent of Britain’s remaining farms are family owned. But if you stand back and look at the land as a business, you’d have to say, “Er, hang on a minute. This makes no sense at all.”
So I find myself wondering. Is this really what’s going on behind the scenes? Has the agricultural equivalent of Lawrence Stroll had a quiet word with the government: “Look, if you can get these pesky family farmers to sod off, I’ll buy the countryside, put in a bit of rewilding to keep the nutters happy and then use economies of scale to make all the food we need at a nice price.”
Think about it. My tractor is currently sitting in the yard because there’s nothing for it to do. But if I owned all the land from the south coast to the Wash it’d be working 24/7. Tomorrow I could send it to Hertfordshire to uproot hedges and pull down copses to make bigger, more economically viable fields, and the day after it would be in Dorset sprinkling some nitrogen on the barley.
It would all be a model of just-in-time efficiency and hydroponic tomatoes, and soon all of Europe’s farmland would be in the hands of four or five multinationals who could use freebies and dodgy handshakes to get government ministers to pass whatever legislation the shareholders wanted.
Under the present system farmers can’t really get governments to do anything as there are too many of us and we all have different needs. It’d be like asking a classroom of kids what they want for Christmas and expecting them all to say the same thing. There’s always going to be one that wants peace and love and another who wants a subscription to Pornhub. And a Ferrari.
If the multinationals move in that would all be solved. Plus, it would be good for the global economy, good for investors and food prices will probably fall. And to make it all even more palatable fields will be full of signs saying “Monsanto Inc. Growing sustainably for hard-working families in the community”. I think for certain the world’s governments have this utopian vision in their heads. Which is why their policies are so skewed against farmers and the present system. They’d much rather have five guys who speak their language and have pit passes at the Monaco Grand Prix every year than five thousand who come into town once a blue moon to spray government buildings with their disgusting manure.
You may think they have a point. You may like the idea of cheaper food, but do you want to wave goodbye to the hedgerows and the copses? And do you want the British countryside to be owned and run by a private equity outfit in Chicago? Or let me put it to you another way: do you want a hydroponic Tommy Hilfiger tomato? Because I don’t.
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Forget Eton, Keir will be too busy with racist chairs
With the loudest voices in Labour yelling about slavery, microbes and gender, Sir Starmer won’t have the chance to be radical
By Jeremy Clarkson (The Sunday Times, May 26)
The Conservative Party’s biggest problem is that it’s no longer the Conservative Party. And that’s because it’s been listening and taking inspiration from people who are talking, not those who aren’t. And I have some evidence to suggest that this doesn’t really work.
Many years ago, when Top Gear was a swashbuckling festival of tyre smoke and innuendo that came into your living room every Sunday evening like a drunken uncle, I just sort of did what felt right every week. But then I started consulting a small but very keen fan site in America to see what they were saying. And what they were mostly saying is that they wanted more cars and less cocking about.
This meant, when it was time to start preparing the following week’s show, their views would be front and centre in my head. My gut would tell me to do one thing, but these faceless uberfans would be telling me to do something else. And I found myself more and more doing that.
It was ridiculous. We were making a show for a weekly audience of 350 million people, but I was shaping it to keep maybe 25 American car nuts happy. I dreaded their displeasure on a Sunday night, and I’d do anything to avoid it. And that brings me back to the Conservative Party.
I can’t remember how many MPs they’ve got left now and there’s no point looking it up because by the time you read this, another one will have crossed the floor or been tied up by “bad people” or divulged secret information to keep blackmailers happy or said something Islamophobic or taken drugs or invited someone to “go back to Bahrain”. The list is endless, but whatever the number is, I’m willing to bet that every single one of them signed up because they wanted to be a tub-thumping Thatcherite iron person.
But you can’t be Mrs Thatcher now because then you’d be labelled “far right”. And that’s the same as being Hitler. Better, if you want a quiet life, to be a mouse. A Liberal Democrat. A cyclist. With one eye on hard-working families in the community and the other on River to the Sea sustainable diversity. So that’s what the Conservative MPs did. They listened to the people who were speaking and never thought to think about the views of those who weren’t. And now they are screwed. Bud Lite busted. Done. Rishi’s kids are probably already down for schools in America.
This means that in a few weeks, we will have a Labour government and many of my Tory friends find this a bit scary. They worry about the future of private education and things like a wealth tax and how well we’ll fare on the world stage when most of the people in government actively hate Britain.
I’m not worried though, because while Sir Starmer has made all sorts of left-wing noises over the years, he’s not going to be able to do anything profound because he’s going to be surrounded by the people who’ve been doing all the talking these last few years. And what they’re going to be talking to him about, most of all, is penises.
Penises will be our saviour. He may be sitting there thinking about how he can alter capital gains tax or abolish Eton, but it’s going to be hard to put any of his plans into action — because every five minutes, someone’s going to run in and say they’ve seen a willy in the ladies’. And he’s going to have to break off to deal with that.
And while he’s in the ladies’, asking Big John if he wouldn’t mind maybe using the gents’ in future, someone else is going to call him and say that there’s been some misgendering in the gatehouse which means he’ll have to miss his five o’clock about sustainable development in the birthing people space.
The next day, he’s going to really want to get a grip on the non-dom issue, but at 7am he’ll get an email from someone who’s “reaching out” to say that the antique chairs used in the Cabinet Office were probably made by slaves and that to display solidarity with Palestine, the chairs should come from Gaza. This will have to be discussed in a meeting where it’ll turn out that all the chairs in Gaza are broken, which will cause the whole room to descend into a frenzied and frothing attack on Israel. The non-doms, as a result, will be able to breathe easy.
And then it’ll be lunch and Sir Keir, being a vegetablist, will order a salad. But just as he’s about to savour that first mouthful, someone with sustainable armpit hair — but possibly no penis — will lean over and ask if he understands how many beetles and microbes had to be killed before that salad could be grown. So then there will be a debate about what food can be eaten by hard-working members of the cabinet’s vegetarian community and it’ll be decided that it’d be best if, in future, everyone got their sustenance from licking the pot plants.
Foreign leaders will be calling him but he’ll be prevented from taking the calls because one of the components in his phone was made in Tel Aviv; nor will he be able to talk to the Treasury about a mansion tax because this would involve maths, and maths — as we’ve learnt — is racist.
Meanwhile, outside the corridors of power, the doctors will continue to go to work, the nurses will still get paid, the garden centres will continue to be open, the supermarkets will continue to sell food and car showrooms will still be able to provide you with a new set of wheels. It’ll all be normal.
Because the penis people who’ve been talking and talking and talking these last few years will still be talking and talking and talking. Only now they won’t be outside the building. They’ll be inside — which means, mercifully, we won’t be able to hear them as they busy themselves with the endless task of achieving absolutely nothing at all.
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And here's an excerpt from the Sun column:
Three years ago, when my farm was being battered over the head by planners at West Oxfordshire District Council, I became so desperate that I went to London to see the minister in charge of this sort of thing: Michael Gove.
I explained the problem. Farmers were being told by central government to diversify if they wanted to stay in business. But if they tried, they were stopped by the planners in local government.
Gove pulled all the right faces and made all the right noises and I left knowing full well nothing would come of it.
But blow me down with a feather, it did. And this week farmers were told they could turn their disused barns into gyms or workshops or even houses without the need for planning permission.
That’s great news for everyone in the business. Except me. Because to help win the battle to keep my farm shop, I gave up the rights to convert my barn.
I think that’s called taking one for the team.
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Clarkson's columns are regularly collected as books. You can buy them from his boss or your local bookshop.
P.S. Apologies for the delay in posting this week's columns. I was traveling on Monday (Memorial Day, a holiday in the US).

My business partner and I used Hey for about a year for our small team of two, so I figured I would share my thoughts and reasons for moving back to Outlook. We used an extension as our shared mailbox for all correspondence with our customers (receiving job requests and sending the requests back to them).
Things I love about Hey:
The Screener
---The email screener is a great feature that addresses the problem of spam and undesirable emails right upfront when someone new emails you. You pick whether you want messages from them and you pick where their messages should go. And you can always go and change them in settings later.
Changing Subject Lines
---MY GOD this has got to be one of the greatest ideas of all time. I get so many generic subject lines from people, and I am able to rename each one exactly what I want, and they don't see it on their end. I will miss this feature dearly.
Snippets
---I love the Snippets feature, because there are several passages of text I use all the time, and I use this like a copy clipboard for quick access to all of them. I also used this for my email signature for our email extension (although this was due to a flaw; see below)
Things I don't like about Hey:
Multiple Unread Messages in One Thread (HUGE PROBLEM)
---There is something weird going on when we get multiple unread messages in the same thread. I click on the thread, and it shows me one of the unread messages, and then displays text that says "3 other unseen messages above" or something like that. But the messages above that text are messages I've already seen, and even when I click on each message in the thread, I can't find the other unseen messages that are supposedly in there somewhere. I've noticed that sometimes I can click on the message and see one of the unreads, then go back to the imbox, click on the same thread and see another unread, but this is not always the case. I don't know what's going on here, but this bug or bad feature has caused us to miss multiple messages and drop the ball on several important things, which we cannot afford to do.
Threads (BIG PROBLEM)
---Whenever I click on an email message, I want it to show that message at the top and the entire thread beneath it in chronological order. I don't want to see every message beneath it AND the entire thread again and again and again for every message in the thread. I don't understand why it would be helpful for anyone to see every single version of the thread repeated for each message in the thread, and this makes it very confusing to keep track of where I am on the page, and where I need to go. It feels like the timeline of the messages is shooting upwards and downwards at the same time.
Attachments
---While I do appreciate having all of the attachments for a thread in one place, this doesn't help me figure out which message each file came from and who sent it. In big threads, it's very difficult to find attachments for certain messages. I can scroll all the way down to the bottom of all the threads and sometimes find attachments, but then I don't know which message those attachments came from or who sent them.
---I don't like that I can't simply click on attachments and drag them into my folders. Instead I have to download the attachments, try to remember which ones I need (because they all show up in the same downloads list) and where they're supposed to go, then browse for the folder to save them in. Most attachments I get are generic strings of numbers, which makes it difficult to keep track of what's what in my downloads list. I get overwhelmed by lists and sometimes can't remember which attachments I grabbed already and which ones I still need.
Folders
---While I personally don't care about using folders for organizing emails, this feature missing was one of the biggest complaints from my business partner while using Hey. He likes to use his inbox as a to-do list, and he wants to be able to file each message away to its appropriate folder once he's finished with it.
Email Signatures (Tags)
---I was disappointed that I couldn't have an image in my email signature (tag), so I couldn't display my company logo (that I worked REALLY hard on btw, lol) in my signature (tag). I was also confused about why I can't use my email signature (tag) while using an extension. We used an extension as our primary shared mailbox, so we ended up using Snippets for our signatures (tags) as a workaround.
That is all. Let me know if you read any of this and thought "I felt that", or let me know if I am just so dumb that I missed something obvious. Take care!

Hello all, so I am 31 year old trans male. I am 7 years and 4 months on testosterone and 5 years and 9 days post top surgery and I have a very nice beard and mustache so when it comes to by body euphoria I am very pleased ! But then when I get on the phone with customer service I get frustrated because even though they confirm that I am in fact ‘Edward’ (my legal first name) and I say ,“Yes this is he!” when we are having the conversation whatever it may be about whether it’s a bank representative or a cell phone provider they call me MA’M! Ma’m this ! And Ma’m and I correct and remind them that, “Hey this is EDWARD that you are talking to, remember? I am a sir!” And then they say “sorry sir” but just continue to misgender me. I hate that my voice never dropped lower like most taller TransMan. I am a medium height sized trans man (5’4) I feel like this is something that I will have to deal for the rest of my life being misgendered over the phone 😒 It doesn’t happen in person because even though I’m an out and proud trans man I am able to pass but my voice usually clocks me every time. Any suggestions on how to better deal with the fact that my voice is soft and I hate to say but quite “feminine” still? Thanks and please no rude comments this was very to do but I just can’t take it anymore!

Hey , i dont know how to say or spell it , and i hope somebody could help me!, So my mom (47) is a single mom, i lived my whole live alone with my mom and we had a Good Relationship, she gave me everything that i wanted, But then my live changed when my Brother (27) Move to us. I never hated him he was nice i liked that im not living alone and have a Big brother who will Protect me. He was always sleeping in one bed with my mother , i never Ever think that way that she could have se* with her own son, so that wasn’t a big deal for me. But then everything changed, my mom was a Alkohol addictive but she stopped to drink alcohol, but then my brother always bought alcohol and she startet getting drunk everyday, i was pissed because i hated when my mother drank. Few month were over and my brother was getting a new job here, at that point i hated to live with him because of him my mother was again alcohol addicted. But one day they drunk so much that my mom was so drunk that she couldn’t even stand still, so she got to bed to take a nap , then i saw how my brother going in her room and he lay in front of her in her bed, i was confused so i sneak and watched what he was doing because my intuition said that something is wrong. Then i saw my brother how he was touching my mother on her bud then he squished her bud, i was so in shook that i couldn’t even realize it , i watched for 5min straight and he was touching her on other areas i hope you know wich areas i mean…i was shocked so i run to the kitchen and i think he heard me , he got imminently up and go to the main room to smoke a cigaret, he asked me if everything was fine , i just said yes. I never ever told my mom that because i thought that she wouldn’t believe me. At that point i knew something was wrong but i had no choice, i just lived with that at this point . 1 moth got over and he moved again to my grandmother, i was so happy about that because my mom stopped drinking and everything was fine, but then 3 months got over and my mom got diagnosed with Brest cancer. I was at that point 15 , my live changed so much that i couldn’t realize it. I was in turkey with my dad , and my mom called me to show me that my brother is in our house and he moved to us, because he wanted to help my mom, i was pissed at this point i could help my mom myself, when i drove too my home i had a bad feeling about my brother i overthinked so much, so when i got to home again things started to change , my mom was having a good relationship with my brother , they sleept in differed rooms so that wasn’t so weird, but things started to be strange, my mom drank so much that you couldn’t stop her, and my brother know that my mom had cancer and that she cant drink because of chemo but he ignored that, he always said to her that if she drink nothing will happened but then she started to throw up blood. At this point i didn’t know what to do she throw my phone away because i wanted to call the ambulance, she said that she is fine. She drank everyday, and throw up i got very depressed , anyways i started to Notice that my brother began to sleep Again with my mother in one bed at that point I knew what he was trying to do.But then my mom started To renovate her room at that point my mom started to sleep alone in her bedroom but every time she got drunk I saw how my brother going in her room and lay on her bed.I was a person who had every time the doors shut, But at that point I open my doors every time she was drunk and she was going to bed because I was scared that my brother doing stuff of her that she didn’t want. so when she got drunk and she got to bed to take a nap I saw my brother going in her room and lay in her bed I checked every five minutes if he’s doing something but then I realized that my mom wasn’t asleep they were under one blanket he was very close by her but they had they close on. so I had a plan how to just fake it that my mom’s best friend is calling me when I was in her room I gave her the phone but then she immediately got up with him. I didn’t know what to do so I never talk about this but I got depressed because of this because I knew something was wrong when they talked alone I heard how they talk to each other they talk very dirty to each other then I start to realize what is going on in my household I got so depressed that I didn’t even go to school because I needed to control them and at this point I hated my brother so much that I just want to kill him.Every time I needed to go from my home to friends or something I just had in my brain that they could do something together.I was so disgusted at my mom that I didn’t even eat her food that she was making a lost 12 kg my weight was at 44 kg and I was 16 at this time sorry.Then I noticed that they gave each other code words. I was so discussed I was so depressed because of him and my mother I just hated them and I wish it to me that they just died in a car accident I never ever talk about the situation but this got deeper and deeper with every day.I started to controlling them and every time they slept in the main room I was going every five minutes to the bathroom because from the bathroom I saw what’s going on in the main room so I saw the both.Then I started to notice that my brother is jealous at everything my mom is doing he was jealous at me he was jealous at boys that my mom have contact with and then I realized what’s going on that they had something together I started to panicking I didn’t know what to do.I started to notice saying that my brother is drinking with my mom because he wanted to have intimity with her.Then I started to going to school And I said to just one friend that I can trust whats going on, my friend had the idea that I could buy me some cameras and record them and confront them about that. and this is what I did I bought a mini camera for 50 bucks on Amazon.I never had the chance to record them because our apartment is too small and I am scared that they will see the camera.I realize that they had something and I didn’t want to live anymore but I got up and every time I talk to my mom why she’s sleeping in one bed with her son she will just say yeah because this is just my son and that’s nothing to worry about we are family and this shit. and one day when they were very very drunk I couldn’t handle this i begann to yell at my brother I began to said things to him that hurt him but I didn’t said what I knew I just said that I knew everything about him and every thing that he’s doing my mom just look at him and when I got to my room I sneak what she’s doing.She was talking with him very quiet and I think in this point my mom realize something,My mom began to hate me and every time I said something bad to my brother She started to yell at me and said to me very bad things like I hope you die and I hope you will go to a car accident stuff like this when I graduated school she didn’t even care me She didn’t even said oh my God I’m so proud of You she just didn’t care about that i graduated school. I just want to go to my own but I am not 18 yet and I don’t know what to do every time I see my mother and my brother I am so discussed that I need to throw up I never ever said this but I think it would be better when my mom wouldn’t be here I think it will be better when my brother be dead. I really don’t know what to do but I just know that one day everyone in our family will know the true about them I started to ignore them and I just know that my mother isn’t my mother anymore and I hope this bastard will die he just ruined my life.
This story wasn’t that detailed like the real story with every detail the story with every detail is even sicker I hope you guys have some tips and I hope you can help me

During my mom’s celebration of life, her family sent me awful messages. I didn’t have my phone on me, and I was kicked out of the group before I could defend myself. We followed my mom’s final wishes and spread her ashes in her gardens around her home. Her family was not there for her until the very end. In fact, there were many times during her chemo when they did not talk to her, nor did they know when she was originally rediagnosed.
I was not perfect—no 15-20 year old is, especially one watching their mother die—but I was there every single day. I drove her to chemo and adjusted my work schedule around her and my dad’s doctor appointments to be able to bring them back and forth. If she wanted to go somewhere at night and didn’t feel comfortable driving, I drove her. When she got sick and couldn’t eat, I made her food that was easy for her to eat and encouraged her that it would get better. I worked out with her when she was better so she could regain strength. I got her clothes when she needed them and picked up whatever she asked for.
There are so many parts of the messages that are NOT true. It is not illegal to scatter ashes on your private property, and you do not have to add it to your deed. In fact, what they wanted to do with her ashes (dump them in the lake) was illegal. At no point did they express concerns over what we were doing being illegal. They did express that they didn’t like it and offered the illegal alternative, but we held firm that final wishes should be followed as they are a person's last request.
Now, every year around the time of her death, I think about what was said in those messages, and they make me question the most basic thing: did my mother love me? If she did, why did her family feel the need to blame me? Despite some of them seemingly coming to my defense in the messages, I do not doubt that they said the same things behind my back. My mom and I did get into a fight the week she died. Emotions and tensions within the house were running high, and you could feel the end was coming. Neither of us handled it well, but it was not a fight that made me deserve this.
Will I ever be able to let go of this? My therapist encouraged me to share, but I’m worried everyone will agree that they are right.
Here are the messages names are changed for privacy the number next to cousin/aunt/uncle shows if they are directly related. There were more people in the group chat who did not talk. Also for reference I was 20 when this happened my cousins were at least in their 40s and my aunts in uncles had to be 60+.
Cousin 1: Hi me (OP). I have just found out that you and your family are intending on burying your Mom in the backyard today. As far as I can see, you and your family (with the exception of your brother) have not felt bad at all that your Mom has suffered with cancer for all of these years. Your posts about your Mom dying have been cold, to say the least. Anyone who leaves a hospital because she told you to get the hell out, you have serious issues. You could have sat in the waiting room. The cancer spread throughout her body, she's going to say things that she really didn't mean. Thank God Aunt 2 & Cousin 2 were able to get up there and she was not alone when she died. From what I understand during the last few days when she couldn't do anything, you were very nasty to her. You are her daughter. You should have been helping her, that's part of being a adult. You told her to get off her ass and get her own drink and refused to do laundry or help her in any way, shape or form. You young lady should be disgusted in yourself in how you treated your mother. Your brother has been the only one to help her. She took all that time off of chemo when she shouldn't have to care for your father during his heart surgery and this is how you all treat her? If she kept going with the chemo during that time, maybe she would be with us. Where is your respect for your mother? YOU DO NOT BURYING YOUR MOTHER IN THE BACKYARD. I have contacted the State Police, Local Police Department, the funeral home and tomorrow I will be contacting the Town Hall. The state law says that you cannot bury someone in an urn on your property without having a permit from the town and it has to be on the deed and plot plan. If you sell the house, you have to take the urn with you. Use your head. Put the urn on the fireplace and honor your mother. Your mother would not want this and this makes me sick that you would do this to your mother and that your father is going along with it. You are burying her like a dead animal. I hope your proud of yourself for what your doing to your mother. The woman who raised you and did everything for you does not deserve this. And this is how you thank her by burying her in the backyard. It doesn't cost a whole lot to get a cemetery plot and have her buried in a proper location. You do have a life insurance which can be used to bury her properly. I am positive that your mother is completely appalled as to what you are doing to her remains. I'm just telling you upfront what I have done. I don't care if you like it or not, but my Aunt does not deserve to be buried in the backyard, it is not something she would want. BTW, there are very serious fines for doing this, up to $10,000.
Uncle 3: Who made you the judge? Is it because of all the time that you spent visiting and talking with my sister that you know what her final wishes were? Did she tell you that she was stopping chemo to care for her husband because me (OP) made her do it? Having visited - and talked with my sister- before her husband went in for surgery, I know that stopping the chemo was her decision. She very much appreciated all that her husband had done for her in these final months. Me (OP) was left with the task of dealing with what needed to be done once she died. Leave the OP’s family alone. If you will not help, go away.
PS Facebook and email are not the way to deal with issues like this. Look the person in the eye and talk to them!
Aunt 2: Thank you Bro for this response. I couldn't have said it better. This was not the time or the place to air this sort of venom.
Cousin 1: It amazes me that everyone was so upset about this yesterday when this was found out and now your not and think this is ok. Not one of her sisters or brother were even invited to this cook-out, that should at the very least upset you. She would not want to be buried in the backyard, she's not an animal. Believe me, if I had enough time to call them I certainly would have, unfortunately I had to get ready for work. And for your information Uncle, I talked to her numerous times. OP’s dad is the husband and he should be doing what needs to be done, not a 20yo girl who doesn't know what to do since she hasn't ever been exposed to something like this.
Cousin 2: First off, Cousin 1, I asked OP’s Dad who said he was going to bury her in the back yard NOT TO. I discussed the legalities involved. I spoke directly to all three of them about her faith and ways to allow people to pay their respects to her. I was kind and forthcoming. It's THEIR decision as to what to do. Am I happy that my Auntie is being buried in the back yard? NO. But it's not my place or my decision. You've handled this situation as a full on attack with all sorts of misinformation. For the record, we WERE invited by OP’s Family today. I appreciated that and decided not to attend. I'm honored to have held my Auntie's hand in her last moments. In fact, I believe she waited for both me and Aunt 2. THAT was supposed to happen and I feel blessed and honored to be loved and cherished by her enough to be given that trust. I understand you're grieving and it hurts like hell but please just take a step back and honor the wishes of Auntie's husband and children. It's not our say ... not our place to judge her final resting place. Auntie's siblings decided to honor their decision yesterday and I stand by them. Please STOP and leave me (OP) and OP’s Family alone.
Cousin 1: Well I guess if you all think this is ok then I guess it's ok. Because once again, when I voice an opinion I'm the bad person but everyone else can say and do whatever they want and it seems to be ok. It's kind of like when Nana was dying and everyone got mad at me because I had a priest give Nana last rights. That's what Nana would have wanted. Then we have the lies that the cemetery wouldn't bury her. That was a bunch of crap. The cemetery buries all year round, I called them and asked. That's what she would have wanted, not to be buried months later when it was convenient for certain people. You all want honesty and think you can speak to me like I'm a child, think again. If everyone thinks it's ok to bury Aunt in the backyard like a dead animal, then so be it. It is barbaric, horrible and shows absolutely no respect for her at all. I am done with this family. I have said how I feel and as Uncle 3 said, go away. So that is exactly what I will do. Please don't contact me at all, any of you. I am done.
Cousin 2: You're acting unreasonably You just disrespected Auntie for wanting the burial in the summer due to the very cancer that took her life. Don't you dare disrespect the brothers and sisters of my mom’s full name. I voiced NOT only my concerns and opinion of NOT OK of being buried in the backyard right to the people who stated their intent ... and tried to offer other ideas. Here is the thing ... I have no say. I'm not next of kin nor is Aunt 2, Uncle 3 or your Mom. We have no say. I'm not OK with their choice. We all understand it's illegal. This is why I chose not to attend. I won't participate because in my heart I know she is gone and I will let go when our side of the family has their own celebration of life and it will have aspects of faith and God. I personally need that for my heart to begin to heal this great loss. If you want out of my life that is your choice. Not mine. I won't stand by and let you bully and hurt people like this. You owe this entire family an apology as well OP’s family. I'm very disappointed in you.
Cousin 1: Excuse me and let's be honest here. The burial was not done because Uncle 3 told everyone that the cemetery doesn't bury when it's cold. They do. At that time, it had nothing to do with Aunt. If it did, that is obviously understandable. I was also told that none of us were invited today. I would not go because of what the intentions are. Calling all of them morons and how stupid they are behind their backs, I guess it boggles my mind how now your all defending them. Personally, if I were to call them at this point, I would tell them that. I am not bullying anyone. I do not owe anyone an apology. If you read Uncle 3's email, he told me to go away and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Aunt 2 kicked me out of the group chat