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“Have a good night, Roman!” the receptionist said to me as I walked past her desk while she was getting ready to close up. I smiled and waved as I left the gym and entered the brisk night air. Checking the time as my stomach made a gurgling sound, I saw that it was 9:47 PM, and every fast food place in my small town would be closed by now. I looked across the road and saw that the local grocery store was open until 10, so I started lightly jogging towards it, the cold breeze biting through my clothes and attacking my face and neck since I didn't dry off my hair properly after showering."
A wave of warmth hit me in the face as I stepped into the store, causing my eyes to water slightly. "Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in 10 minutes, so please start making your way to the checkouts. Thank you, and have a good night," a woman's voice echoed over the intercom. I hurriedly grabbed a pre-made sandwich and headed towards the drinks aisle. With my head down, I walked, reading the label of my less-than-exciting dinner, and I decided I would grab another sandwich on my way out. When I looked up, I found myself staring into the aisle I had entered, only to see my ex-girlfriend Natalie standing there with her boyfriend, Ari.
Her eyes met mine, and I started to tear up again, but not because of the temperature of the air. She broke her gaze and continued talking to Ari, her expression never changing from the smile she had already been wearing before she saw me. I looked away and started making my way to the end of the aisle, walking past them but not acknowledging them in the slightest. As I brushed past Ari, I realized how much bigger he was than me, at least 3 or 4 inches taller and probably a good 20 kgs heavier. For reference, I'm 6'2" and weigh 92 kgs lean, so I'm not small by any stretch, but this guy dwarfed me.
As I grabbed a Red Bull, I wondered to myself why it had hit me that hard. It had been years since I dated her and years since she drifted out of my life. We were 16 when she confessed her feelings for me, five years ago now. We had been good friends before that, and we were still good friends after I broke up with her, but I took her for granted, so when she started becoming a less consistent part of my life, I was too stubborn to tell her that I missed her. I was snapped out of my own internal dialogue suddenly as my phone started vibrating in my pocket, emitting a strange analog beeping sound that I hadn't heard it make before. I looked around to see Natalie and Ari looking confused while also staring at their phones.
"This is an emergency alert, get to the nearest enclosed structure immediately. Close and lock all doors and windows, turn off all the lights, and do not make any noise that will be detectable from outside the structure. If you are in your house, close the blinds and fill as many containers with water as you can. If you are in a public structure such as a store or a recreational facility, then follow as many of those same steps as you can. If you are in a vehicle, shut off the engine and lock the doors. For all who are listening to this alert, do not look into the fog, and under no circumstances should you go outside. This alert will repeat once every twelve hours and any updates will be shared periodically. You should be prepared to stay indoors for at least a week, this is not a drill. Stand by for updates.", all the phones in the store blared in unison.
There was a moment of complete silence as the few late-night customers in the store looked over to the closing staff, who were just as dumbfounded as everyone else. Then the store broke out into a hurried panic as who I assume was the store supervisor made her way to the back of the store to shut off the lights, while the other two ladies who were at the checkouts began to lock the doors. I went to call Marcus, my mate who's in the air force, to ask what the hell is going on, but there was no signal at all.
"Nah, fuck this, bro!" Ari shouted in anger as he grabbed Natalie by the wrist and started walking her over to the sliding glass door that was in the process of being locked. As the lights all dimmed out row by row, we were all left in pitch black darkness, excluding the glowing sign of the service station across the street and the barely visible streetlights outside that were being drowned out by the thick fog that everyone had just noticed. Ari turned on his phone's flashlight and kept walking in the darkness until Natalie pulled away from him. "We can't go out there, Ari, there's something wrong with that fog!" Natalie yelled at her partner.
"Let me out right fucking now!" Ari shouted at the poor lady who had just locked the place up. "I can't do that, sir," she replied softly, causing him to start banging on the glass, threatening to break it. “Ari! Please! Calm down, babe, can't we just wait until we know what’s going on?” Natalie begged as she grabbed Ari’s forearm and attempted to stop him from shattering the only thing separating us from the strange mist outside. “Dude, come on, you don’t know what’s out there,” I interrupted, “it could be a chemical attack or something. Just at least wait until we get an update, man,” I tried to reason, but it was no use. “Fuck you, pussy, I’m not getting held against my will in a supermarket. Who the hell would chemical attack New Zealand, dumbass?” he responded to my reasoning. This is something I had already been thinking. It wouldn’t explain why we had to turn the lights out, and it wouldn’t explain why we had to remain quiet. But I was hoping that he wouldn’t be able to think all that through.
“LET ME OUT I SAID, WHAT THE FUCK DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?” he shouted at the top of his lungs as he shoved Natalie off his arm and onto the hard epoxy floor, then resumed his banging on the glass, but much harder now. “You gotta let him out,” I said to the grocery worker as I helped Natalie to her feet. The rest of the dozen customers who were in the store had crowded behind us, watching the whole thing go down. “He’s gonna get us all killed if he breaks that glass,” I argued. “Let him out.” The worker reluctantly put in the code for the door’s automatic opening system to activate, and the glass began to slide to the side. Ari looked back at Natalie in rage, seeing that she was not going to leave with him. The large man then walked out, and the doors shut behind him, immediately being locked by the store lady whose hands were now shaking.
We all watched in silence as Ari’s silhouette disappeared into the fog until the only thing we could make out was his phone’s flashlight gently glowing through the mist. All of a sudden, it seemed like he had stopped moving; the light didn’t get any dimmer or seem to be getting further away at all. As around 17 of us observed from the darkness of the grocery store, a loud shriek was released into the night, and Ari began sprinting back to the door, and his banging resumed.
“LET ME THE FUCK BACK IN THERE’S SOMETHING OUT HE-!” he began to shout but was cut off as his legs were pulled out from under him, and the wind was knocked out of his lungs as he landed hard on his stomach, his nose cracking on the concrete. Natalie went to scream, but I covered her mouth, and we both watched as Ari was dragged back into the fog by a tall, lanky humanoid silhouette, still clutching onto his phone. Eventually, the light from his flashlight was completely engulfed by the wall of fog, and we were all left with our mouths agape and tears in our eyes as the severity of our situation set in.
Nobody really said much over the next couple of hours; everyone was too shaken up, I guess. At around quarter past 12 AM, I checked my phone as Natalie lay on top of me, fast asleep, her face buried into my hoodie. She had been crying since… Well, we all watched what happened to Ari. After that, everyone found a place to themselves, and Natalie held onto me, soaking my shoulder with her tears, which made their way down to my skin. I hated that I was happy at that moment. I felt so selfish about being content in her sorrow, but I missed her so much. I missed her more than I let myself know and was just thankful that I had her there with me. I thanked God that I didn't have to go through this nightmare alone.
I fell asleep shortly after, closing my eyes and taking in the noises around me: the humming of the fridges, Natalie's soft breathing, gentle sobs from across the store, and I'm sure a couple of times I heard screams in the distance outside the apparent security of this store.
I awoke to my phone vibrating again, but it was only my 7:30 AM alarm. Natalie must have already been awake because she was holding me tight, and there were fresh tears on my hoodie. I lay there for a bit, hugging her, ignorant to the world that, for all I knew, was ending anyway. I was also ignorant to the fact that the sun hadn't come up, or at least, it wasn't reaching us through the fog, meaning that it must be completely encasing us. How far does the fog stretch? How far would it have to extend into the sky for not even a hint of daylight to shine through? These are questions I did not have because I was holding onto the girl who I had never really stopped loving, making me probably the only person at that moment who was trapped in a dream, not a nightmare.
Natalie and I ate breakfast in silence. I guess there are worse places to be trapped than a well-stocked grocery store; however, as 10 AM rolled around, a new alert sounded out from everyone's phones: “This is an emergency alert. It is still very unsafe outside, so stay where you are. Keep all the lights off, and do not make any noise that will be detectable from outside your structure. Avoid looking into the fog or standing in a position where you are visible from the outside. Cover as many windows as possible and preferably hide in a room that can be locked off from the rest of your structure if necessary. If something is in your structure or is trying to get inside, then it knows you're there. In this scenario, hide; do not attempt to confront it under any circumstances. Notable updates: the electrical and water systems will not be operational by this time tomorrow, so if you have not done so, fill up as many containers with water as you can. You will receive another alert every twelve hours. Thank you, stand by for any updates.”
I stood up and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my back from sitting on the hard supermarket floor, and my legs had pins and needles. I looked down at Natalie, who seemed lost in thought. I wasn't sure if she had heard the update, but then again, what did it matter? The loss of power would mean that all the refrigerated items would spoil, but there was enough long-lasting food to feed us all for months, probably, drinks as well. I knew our biggest problem would be warmth as we would lose the electronic heating system, but before I could think any more on that, a commotion broke out on the other side of the store.
A loud crash echoed across the whole building, and as Natalie and I made our way towards the noise, we discovered that one of the other guys who was trapped in here, must have been in his late 50s at least, had been using his free time to get absolutely wasted in the alcoholic section of the store, and was now yanking boxes of booze off of the shelves as he drunkenly laughed to himself. Before I could do anything, another man, maybe in his early 30s, tackled him to the ground and pinned him down, all without saying a word. As the older guy lay there, asking what the problem was in slurred, barely comprehensible English, everyone in the store felt their hearts sink as a loud thumping sound was heard from the front door. And then again, and again, until one of the three store workers, who wandered over to see who was over there, let out an almost impossibly loud scream, and that was what sealed our fate. The store erupted into chaos as the glass door was shattered, and an inhuman shriek reverberated in our ears as whatever was outside was no longer outside.
I looked to Natalie, who appeared to be frozen in place, teary-eyed as she breathed rapid and shallow breaths. I took her by the hand and ran as fast as I could towards the storage room out back. I knew they had to have one in order to hold onto the stock that they couldn't fit on the shelves yet. But as we reached the door, screams and roars filled the store behind us. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that it was locked. I shook the handle out of desperation and then tried to open the other larger door that the forklifts came in and out of, but I didn't know the code.
I embraced Natalie, and I guess I just prepared for it to end until I heard a ‘pssst’ and looked back over to the door to see that the store supervisor was holding it slightly ajar while gesturing for us to quickly come inside. We ran to the entrance and left the main part of the building where we found the supervisor and the other surviving employee, along with one other customer who had apparently been in here ever since Ari was killed.
The lights were on in the storage room because there were no windows, which took a while to adjust to after being in total darkness for the last 12 hours, but it was a nice change. Over the course of the day, we heard many thumps and bangs; occasionally, something would get knocked over, and glass would smash. Whatever was out there was looking everywhere for survivors, but we were safe in here.
Natalie and I made a bed out of a few 20kg sacks of rice, which was honestly so much nicer than the floor. The other three people in there with us tried to ask us about ourselves, our lives, but I did most of the talking. Natalie was still grieving, and the others understood that, though I did see her smile a couple of times, which was nice. The other employee didn't say much; I assumed it was because of what happened to the female staff member after the door shattered, so I didn't really try to push him for conversation. Honestly, I wasn't really in a social mood myself, but it was just nice to have some sense of normalcy after the shitshow that has been our lives over the last couple of days.
On day four, I remembered what the alert had said about the power shutting off. It turns out there's a backup generator that should power everything we need for another couple of days, with most of the lights in the store being off, so it really felt like we were home free. At 10 o'clock on the fourth night, I heard the emergency alert sound off from across the room as I lay next to Natalie, since both of our phones had died already. I tried to listen in on what it was saying, but I couldn't quite make it out from where I was, so I got up in the dark and made my way over to the soft glow of the supervisor's phone screen.
By the time I could hear what was being said, I only just caught the end of it, “Be prepared to stay inside indefinitely. You will receive another alert every twelve hours. Thank you, stand by for any updates.” My heart sank to my stomach hearing this, and as I looked over to the supervisor who shared my expression, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Indefinitely? I mean, it would be easier for us having all of this stock to ourselves, but what about people trapped in their houses, their cars? How were they expected to survive this? As I pondered to myself, I turned around, suddenly startled by the sound of the male employee speaking for the first time since we’d been here. “Fuck this,” was all he said as he entered the code for the large door, which made a loud mechanical whirring as it lifted up.
I didn't even have time to process what had happened. I didn't have time to be angry at this man for killing us, and I didn't have time to sprint back to Natalie before I heard her being dragged away by one of those creatures, her hands squeaking across the floor as they tried and failed to grip onto it.
The creature was pale, humanoid, but not human. If you've ever seen a hairless chimpanzee, it kind of looked like that, but its limbs were grotesque and distorted, too long for its body, and its face was more human. Its skin was a light grey color, pulled tightly over its strangely proportioned body. I noticed how it was shrieking, an ungodly sound, but its face was expressionless, its mouth only slightly open as it screamed. I think that was the weirdest part. I thought all of this as I watched this hideous thing drag the girl I love into the consuming darkness of the grocery store. That's when something grabbed me by the leg and pulled it out from under me, causing me to hit my head on the floor, and everything faded to black.
“Truth or dare?” Natalie asked me. “Umm, truth,” I replied. Natalie thought for a moment before Sarah, my mate Marcus’ Mrs, who was sitting next to her, whispered in her ear, causing a massive grin to form on her face. “Okay, okay,” she giggled as she adjusted her posture and looked me in the eyes, trying to keep a straight face. “Okay, Roman, if you were stuck on an island with all of us, who would you eat first?” I thought for a moment as I looked around the hot tub at all of my close friends. My eyes landed on Max, who is quite overweight, and I couldn't help but smile, causing everyone to laugh, including Max who splashed water in my face and retorted, “I'd eat all of you before you got the chance,” to which Marcus said, “We believe you, bud,” and everyone burst out into laughter again.
“Okay, Natalie… truth or dare?” I asked. “Truth!” she replied without hesitation. I pretended to ponder my question for a moment. “Would you-” I began, as I stood up in the pool, clutching something in my left hand, “-make me the happiest man in the world-” I continued as I got down on one knee before her, “-and marry me?” I asked as I held a ring out of the water for her, eliciting a gasp from both of my mates and their partners. Natalie's eyes began to tear up, and she asked, “Are you for real?” covering her mouth with her shaking hands. I nodded yes, and she screamed out, “Yes! Of course I will!” before she jumped on top of me, taking us both underwater as she kissed me.
After we all dried off and said our goodbyes, Max came up to me, “Hey man, congratulations! Honestly, I've been waiting for this day since you guys met. Always knew she was the one for you,” he said. I looked at him for a moment before replying, “What do you mean, bro? When I first started dating her, you told me that she was no good for me. It's like one of the main reasons I broke up w-” That's when the words I was saying hit me in the face like a bag of bricks.
Max stared at me, his smile not shifting in the slightest. “How long have you and Natalie been together now?” he asked. “Must be around 5 years, about time you popped the question, haha,” he chuckled, but with every second that passed, my heart started beating more and more rapidly. “This isn't real,” I said before squeezing my eyes shut, and waking up.
A long tendril slid out of my throat as I fell to the ground below and threw up everywhere. I looked up to see a giant, glowing figure with a dozen other tendrils protruding from its shoulders. The skinny figure stood still, its frame reaching the height of the streetlight next to it. As I tried to make sense of what I was looking at, my eyes made their way down its inhuman body. At the end of each glowing blue tendril was a person, the tendrils entering through each of their mouths, seemingly absorbing something from their bodies as pulsating rings of light emanated from the person and up the tendril. I almost threw up for a second time until I saw Natalie among the dozen bodies attached to the creature. Without hesitation, I reached up to touch her hand, and as I did, I lost consciousness again.
“Unzip the tent, babe, let some light in,” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and cracked my stiff back, cursing myself for forgetting an air mattress on a trip we'd been planning for months. I watched and admired my beautiful fiancée as she got up half-naked and unzipped our tent.
“I hope you slept better than I did,” I muttered as I lay back down in my sleeping bag. “Babe, you should've had the air mattress. I would've been happy to trade places,” Natalie replied as she opened up her pack and started rummaging through it.
“Nah, I'm fine, honestly. I'm not letting my fiancée sleep on the ground,” I retorted, my arm covering my eyes, immediately regretting that I got Natalie to let the sun in. “You're such a man,” she scoffed jokingly as she tossed me one of the pre-made sandwiches from her pack. I paused for a moment, a split second of déjà vu overtaking my body as I read the label.
All of a sudden, I sat up straight in my sleeping bag. “Natalie, this isn't real! None of this is real!” I said to her in a panic, causing her to stare at me, concerned. “Are you feeling okay, Roman?” she asked. “Did you get any sleep at all?”
“Natalie, the grocery store, the fog, the emergency alert! Don't you remember? None of this is real! We aren't together, we aren't engaged,” I spoke quickly, my voice trembling as I tried to get her to snap out of this false reality. I watched as Natalie's face went white, and her eyes filled with tears.
“What's going on? What is thi-” she started to speak but was interrupted by a familiar shriek in the distance. I looked out of the tent to see at least a thousand of those chimp creatures making their way towards us, seemingly sensing that we weren't being fooled by this illusion any longer.
“Natalie, you have to wake up!” I yelled, the creatures getting closer. “Close your eyes and wake-” I regained consciousness and caught Natalie as the tendril slid out of her throat, letting her fall. She threw up onto the ground as I held her, before staring back up at the massive glowing creature. That's when we looked around. In the distance, there were more glowing creatures, hundreds of them spread out over the town.
“We can see through the fog,” Natalie stated, which I honestly hadn't even noticed until then. That's when we heard frantic screaming and looked to our left. One of those chimp creatures was dragging a man out of his car and over to the glowing figure. We watched as one of the tendrils violently shoved its way down the man's throat, and his screaming stopped. Then, the other creature just walked off, paying us absolutely no mind.
Natalie then looked back up at the bodies attached to the tendrils and gasped as she saw Ari. She went to reach for him, but I grabbed her hand. “Natalie, if you touch him, you'll go back in, and there's no guarantee that you'll ever come back out. It's like it completely wipes your memory every time,” I told her.
“How do you know?" she asked. "Maybe I'll remember the second time.”
“You won't, Natalie. I went back in for you, and I'm lucky that I remembered at all,” I responded. She stared at me for a moment.
“Why did you go back in for me if it's such a big risk?” she questioned.
I paused, my eyes welled up. “Because I love you, Nat-”
An explosion then went off in the distance. I saw it over Natalie's shoulder, then another, then another, each one making its way closer, seemingly each being aimed at those glowing blue creatures. “Run!” I yelled as I grabbed Natalie's hand and sprinted away from Ari and the mass of glowing tentacles. Another explosion went off behind us as a plane roared overhead. The explosion also ignited the service station right next to us, which let off a shockwave that sent us flying off the street. Everything went silent, and I could feel my consciousness once again slipping away. The last thing I saw was Natalie silently screaming in my face, worry overtaking her expression as she held tightly onto my hands. That's when I noticed a piece of fence sticking out of my abdomen. “Shit,” I thought to myself. As everything faded to black, I saw a group of military-looking men running towards Natalie and me, then nothing.
I woke up to the voices of Natalie and Marcus talking to each other. I sat up in the apparent hospital bed I was in and immediately regretted it, holding onto my stomach in pain. “Woah woah, lay back down, bud. Just relax,” Marcus said as he stood up from his chair and slowly laid me back down. Natalie stood up as well, tightly gripping my hand and kissing me on the forehead. “What is this? Is the fog… is it over?” I asked, confused about how we were here right now in a hospital. “No, it's not over. My higher-ups have decided that we have to start over. Most of the remaining world leaders have come to the same consensus,” Marcus paused briefly, “you two were lucky to have survived. Most people didn't. Those… those things-''.
"Those people are still alive, Marcus!" I exclaimed. "You can't just bomb the world when those people are still down there! They're in a trance, living in an illusion that those blue things are creating. I can't explain it, but I saw it. Natalie did too. I only got us out because I felt an unbelievable sense of déjà vu, and realized it wasn't real.”
Marcus looked at me, his expression grave. "I know, Roman. We're trying to figure out a way to deal with them without causing more harm. But right now, the priority is to keep everyone who's still here safe. You and Natalie are the only ones who've had any interaction with those things and came back, and we need your help to understand what happened down there."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "I'll do whatever I can to help. But we can't forget about them. They're still people, trapped in a nightmare."
Over the next few months, I recounted this story to more officials in suits than I can count. I told them how I had done twice what nobody else had done once. I "went into the dream," as they call it, and I came back both times. Though I did manage to convince them not to bomb the world and kill everyone, it has come at a price.
Natalie sobbed as I told her the plan. She cried into my shoulder, just as she did that night many months ago in the grocery store during the emergency alert. I felt her tears soak down to my skin as I told her that I had to go back into the dream and try to wake everyone up. The chance that I would not wake back up was sitting at the forefront of my mind, but I had to be strong for Nat.
“I just hope that if I do get trapped in a dream, that I'll get to go through with that wedding,” I said to her softly, trying to put on a smile. “If you don't come back, I'm coming in after you,” she replied, tears in her eyes. I wanted to tell her no, I wanted to be selfless. But I knew that I would have no complaints if she and I were trapped together again; that selfish part of my brain was still active.
On the 14th of November, 2023, an emergency alert was sent to every mobile device across the globe. It warned of a thick fog that would swallow any who were caught in its midst, and the whole world locked themselves inside. You may be wondering why I'm telling you this story. You may be thinking to yourself, 'I don't remember the day the fog rolled in and the emergency alert sounded.' That is why I'm telling you this story.
This is not real, you need to wake up.

hi this is my first post but...
im 16 and my parents hate me they dont believe anything is say because as a child (and even sometimes now) i lied like alot about the stupidest things and now im am essentially the girl who cried wolf. i have dug my self into a hole so deep i might as well just take the dirt and cover my self with it.
i live with my mom, my stepdad and my younger brother. i call my stepdad my dad because he's been in my life since a young age. he is emotionally unstable man who can have outbursts about anything anyone says or does. my mother is emotionally unavailable and doesnt really displine me and my brother so my stepdad has always done it. i have a few older siblings who are not in too much contact with my parents (my sister from my mom and my step brother and sisters) they are either not in contact at all or little to none.
Because of me and my parents differences i do not have a phone and i have to clean the house by myself as well as take care of our three dogs. i have no problem with doing these things untill my parents become needy mostly my stepdad. they are in their 40's and act like they dont know how to self sustain sometimes. i love them to death but sometimes its hard. my main problem is that i will be graduating and turning 18 in the next year or so. i have been told that the moment i turn 18 i will get kicked out. i have no other family to take me in and my older siblings do not have stable enough lifes to take me in as well. i have a friend or two that might but alot can happen in a year.
please reddit what do i do?

Hi All, i’ve been overpaid by my employer mistakenly and thought i was actually supposed to be paid and now they are coming back at me asking me to pay it back. In a nutshell, I work at a mortgage company and was working as an associate for a year and a half before deciding to be ‘promoted’ and work as a contractor for the company but as a self employed role so im working as my own private company but contracting for them as my aggregator. I have been doing this for a month and a half and have been overpaid for a month and a half they today just let me know that ive been getting paid by base salary as an error on their end for forgetting to offboard me. Confuses me because sometimes when people in the company are promoted to a self employed role they are paid their base until their earn money. I thought this was the case for me now i have to pay back around $10,000 to them, if anyones knows please let me know or if you know any lawyers i should contact please let me know.
Thank you

Okay, hi so I don't know if there's a right/wrong way to do this but..we'll see.
So I plan on applying to 2 Ivies (as what it's, but I am aware it's unlikely I'm getting in #self aware) I also plan on applying to other universities (CSU and UCs.. especially UCLA) I just want to know what I should accept in my college decisions.
Stats: I will have taken/will take 8-9 Ap tests by the end of my senior year. This means that I'd have taken all offered at my school.
I plan on taking the ACT and took the SAT (Scores come out next week), but I felt like it was easy.. but also not confident (my school discourages us to take it bc of our low average)
I do a lot of volunteer and community service. I also am active in the social justice scene in my community. (Hospital Volunteering every week. Over 100 hours)
I do Hockey as a sport (not a school affiliated one) I'm active in helping my school, am included in school board decisions. I work a job, and have been for ~3 years. I also tutor other students.
I take every rigorous class (all have As except Spanish is a B) I also will have taken AVID for 4 yrs straight.
My GPA is 3.8 or 4.1 or 4.2? (Uw vs W)
My house hold income is ~80k I think. A lot of my money is spent on hospital and medicinal bills (3 chronically I'll, sending money to 2 other children, sending money to other family. I am diabetic so money also goes to medicing and supplies) I know that this probably doesn't change much, but felt I should mention it. My mom went to uni but my dad didn't
I'll update when SAT comes out too. Sorry this is disorganized.. feel free to ask me anything lol

I saw only part of this movie years ago and cannot for the life of me figure out what it was called. The following is everything I can of the movie to a certain extent.
A scientist on the verge of being fired from his failure to produce anything from his 'infinite energy' device attempts to start it up one more time with the help of his old friends, behind the company's back later that night. The machine fails (I believe the city goes out of power) and he disappears from within the contraption. He finds himself on the street of his town many years ago during the middle of the day, and tries to find and enter his house which he cannot unlock the door to. Confused, he finds a taxi to take him to a bar, but cannot pay the driver as his currency is not "real" yet. It finally clicks that he is now in the past and makes bet with other patrons in the bar about who is going to win the soccer match. the others take his bet, but he remembers the game and who scores which points and wins the bet. The bar is very happy until the MC realizes that this is the day his life went downhill. He makes it to his college and finds his past self and friends. There, he tries to stop his old self from going out with a girl who will eventually betray him on stage that night at the college party by dowsing him in some liquid and a bucket full of feathers, and is nicknamed Zero, something that haunts him since the beginning of the film. There is also a small part where he tells his old self and friends about 9/11 and to avoid New York, as well as some stocks that go up in the future.
This is where I stopped watching the movie, and I haven't been able to find it again to finish. I distinctly remember is was a hispanic / latin film because I needed subtitles to understand it (I only speak english). I want to say the title of the movie was similar to 'The man who went back in time' or "The man who went to the past', but after hours of googling, I have no idea. Please help!

hi, delete if not okay
i’ve felt the need to share this story on here for a while now. i’m not sure why. i just need to get it off my chest to people who weren’t involved i guess. it contains mentions of self harm and blood so if you’re uncomfortable with that i’d click away
it all started when my hysterical boyfriend had barricaded himself in the basement to hurt himself because he was once again upset about my past life (in which i have done nothing wrong else than live a troubled teenaged life). we (my friend and i) tried everything to stop him but he is twice our size at 6’2” and 200lbs versus two 120 pound women. he came back upstairs, washed up, and put the exacto-knife down, which i immediately began cleaning since it didn’t belong to him and needed to be put back where it was in mint condition.
as i’m washing it, he stares at me. “give me the knife”, he says. “no.”, i say as im still washing it. “give me the fucking knife” he said again. i repeated my answer. then a facial expression i can only describe as animalistically violent washed over his face as he asked me a third time to give him the knife. he stood across the kitchen island as i handed the knife back over and immediately went for his left arm. i lunge across the counter, having now one hand gripped around the blade of the knife, its length completely extended, and with the other hand on the base of the knife.
i promptly told him to give it back. “no”, he replied. i asked again, pleading for him to give the knife back.
and then he pulls back. my hand still on the blade.
a sharp pain followed by numbness shoots through my right hand fingers. there is so much blood i can’t see what’s going on. i run through the house leaving a trail of blood behind me and i simply rinse my hand when i realise i cant feel the top of my finger anymore. this motherfucker hit my nerves, and he damn well knew that that was a possibility. who in their right mind pulls on a knife someone is holding onto?
the most embarrassing part was having to lie to the EMT’s about what happened lmao. all around so fucked up.
i’m starting to believe it wasn’t an accident anymore. i still can’t function normally because of the damage (write/type/holding scissors/etc)
so…. any of yall have similar stories?
i’m not looking for compassion or aww’s or whatever i just wanted to share my story and see what people think
thanks

Alright, here’s the breakdown for why today’s Disney drop is just the market being dramatic AF. Let’s dive into the deets:

1. Streaming Gains, Not Pains: Check it out, Disney+ and Hulu finally stopped burning cash like it’s a bonfire and actually made some money. First time in the green, people! This should be huge news because it means Mickey’s house is finally getting its act together in the streaming game, which has been a money pit for ages. 2. Subs Keep Climbing: While everyone’s crying doom, Disney+ just casually picked up over 6 million more subscribers. That’s 117.6 million folks who are still all about that Disney magic. If that’s not a sign of strength, I don’t know what is. 3. Parks are Packing Them In: Revenue from parks in the U.S. shot up by 7%, and international went beast mode with a 29% jump. People are flocking to the happiest places on earth like there’s no tomorrow. This isn’t just good; it’s outstanding given the world we’re living in. 4. Chess Moves with Charter Communications: Disney’s pulling some smart moves, like their deal with Charter to bundle Disney+ with cable packages. This kind of strategy is what’s gonna keep them in the game strong, even if there’s a slight dip in ARPU (average revenue per user). 5. Cost Inflation? No Biggie: So yeah, costs are up, especially at Disneyland California thanks to higher wages. But guess what? They’re managing it like champs. They’re not ignoring the challenges, they’re facing them head-on, which is what you want in a company. 6. Volatility Is Just Noise: Disney stocks always go a bit wild around earnings. It’s like their thing. But every time, they bounce back because they’re Disney. They’ve been around forever, and they know how to ride out a storm. 7. Streaming Set for Success: Sure, there’s a predicted loss next quarter, but by Q4, it’s all about profits. They’ve got a plan, and they’re sticking to it. Patience, folks! 

So here’s the real talk: today’s drop is just the market being its overreactive self. If you’re in it for the thrill, maybe that freaks you out. But if you’re in it for the long haul, today’s price dip is like a discount at the Disney store. Grab it while you can, because this is a setup for a strong comeback. Keep those eyes on the prize, not the panic. 🚀💎

Hi everyone.
Recently I've realized I am unhappy with myself and how I have caused things to be for me, and basically let my life be on autopilot. I want to start picking up myself and improving things. I know things can't change overnight but I'd like to start small and build up my momentum.
Here's some of my current issues:

• I bed rot, consistently, almost all day, everyday. I don't feel I have a reason to get up, to be honest. This causes me to sleep all day, and stay awake all night. Like until 4am, and wake up at like 2pm, but then I'll still stay in bed from 2-6pm doom scrolling. Then repeat.
• I have things I should do (make my resume better, look for jobs, clean around the house, etc), but none of this invokes a sense of urgency in me, which is why I will just lay in bed for literally 85% of the day. I don't know how to fix this.
• I have stopped completely taking my medications for my thyroid and mental health. I need to get back on them. I don't even remember how long it's been since I've "decided" to get off of them, but I knew it began because I stopped taking care of myself because I was very much like "what's the point" and in a state where I wanted to harm myself, and taking pills means taking care of myself and I suppose I didn't feel worthy enough to take them.
• I haven't been putting in any effort to eat betteless, or to exercise. I think I need to start small by maybe 15 min walk and 15mins of stretching/yoga, and work my way up.

For some of these, I have no idea how to improve these things, and for others I don't know how to actually just... start??
Any support/help would be much appreciated, thank you <3

“Have a good night, Roman!” the receptionist said to me as I walked past her desk while she was getting ready to close up. I smiled and waved as I left the gym and entered the brisk night air. Checking the time as my stomach made a gurgling sound, I saw that it was 9:47 PM, and every fast food place in my small town would be closed by now. I looked across the road and saw that the local grocery store was open until 10, so I started lightly jogging towards it, the cold breeze biting through my clothes and attacking my face and neck since I didn't dry off my hair properly after showering."
A wave of warmth hit me in the face as I stepped into the store, causing my eyes to water slightly. "Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in 10 minutes, so please start making your way to the checkouts. Thank you, and have a good night," a woman's voice echoed over the intercom. I hurriedly grabbed a pre-made sandwich and headed towards the drinks aisle. With my head down, I walked, reading the label of my less-than-exciting dinner, and I decided I would grab another sandwich on my way out. When I looked up, I found myself staring into the aisle I had entered, only to see my ex-girlfriend Natalie standing there with her boyfriend, Ari.
Her eyes met mine, and I started to tear up again, but not because of the temperature of the air. She broke her gaze and continued talking to Ari, her expression never changing from the smile she had already been wearing before she saw me. I looked away and started making my way to the end of the aisle, walking past them but not acknowledging them in the slightest. As I brushed past Ari, I realized how much bigger he was than me, at least 3 or 4 inches taller and probably a good 20 kgs heavier. For reference, I'm 6'2" and weigh 92 kgs lean, so I'm not small by any stretch, but this guy dwarfed me.
As I grabbed a Red Bull, I wondered to myself why it had hit me that hard. It had been years since I dated her and years since she drifted out of my life. We were 16 when she confessed her feelings for me, five years ago now. We had been good friends before that, and we were still good friends after I broke up with her, but I took her for granted, so when she started becoming a less consistent part of my life, I was too stubborn to tell her that I missed her. I was snapped out of my own internal dialogue suddenly as my phone started vibrating in my pocket, emitting a strange analog beeping sound that I hadn't heard it make before. I looked around to see Natalie and Ari looking confused while also staring at their phones.
"This is an emergency alert, get to the nearest enclosed structure immediately. Close and lock all doors and windows, turn off all the lights, and do not make any noise that will be detectable from outside the structure. If you are in your house, close the blinds and fill as many containers with water as you can. If you are in a public structure such as a store or a recreational facility, then follow as many of those same steps as you can. If you are in a vehicle, shut off the engine and lock the doors. For all who are listening to this alert, do not look into the fog, and under no circumstances should you go outside. This alert will repeat once every twelve hours and any updates will be shared periodically. You should be prepared to stay indoors for at least a week, this is not a drill. Stand by for updates.", all the phones in the store blared in unison.
There was a moment of complete silence as the few late-night customers in the store looked over to the closing staff, who were just as dumbfounded as everyone else. Then the store broke out into a hurried panic as who I assume was the store supervisor made her way to the back of the store to shut off the lights, while the other two ladies who were at the checkouts began to lock the doors. I went to call Marcus, my mate who's in the air force, to ask what the hell is going on, but there was no signal at all.
"Nah, fuck this, bro!" Ari shouted in anger as he grabbed Natalie by the wrist and started walking her over to the sliding glass door that was in the process of being locked. As the lights all dimmed out row by row, we were all left in pitch black darkness, excluding the glowing sign of the service station across the street and the barely visible streetlights outside that were being drowned out by the thick fog that everyone had just noticed. Ari turned on his phone's flashlight and kept walking in the darkness until Natalie pulled away from him. "We can't go out there, Ari, there's something wrong with that fog!" Natalie yelled at her partner.
"Let me out right fucking now!" Ari shouted at the poor lady who had just locked the place up. "I can't do that, sir," she replied softly, causing him to start banging on the glass, threatening to break it. “Ari! Please! Calm down, babe, can't we just wait until we know what’s going on?” Natalie begged as she grabbed Ari’s forearm and attempted to stop him from shattering the only thing separating us from the strange mist outside. “Dude, come on, you don’t know what’s out there,” I interrupted, “it could be a chemical attack or something. Just at least wait until we get an update, man,” I tried to reason, but it was no use. “Fuck you, pussy, I’m not getting held against my will in a supermarket. Who the hell would chemical attack New Zealand, dumbass?” he responded to my reasoning. This is something I had already been thinking. It wouldn’t explain why we had to turn the lights out, and it wouldn’t explain why we had to remain quiet. But I was hoping that he wouldn’t be able to think all that through.
“LET ME OUT I SAID, WHAT THE FUCK DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?” he shouted at the top of his lungs as he shoved Natalie off his arm and onto the hard epoxy floor, then resumed his banging on the glass, but much harder now. “You gotta let him out,” I said to the grocery worker as I helped Natalie to her feet. The rest of the dozen customers who were in the store had crowded behind us, watching the whole thing go down. “He’s gonna get us all killed if he breaks that glass,” I argued. “Let him out.” The worker reluctantly put in the code for the door’s automatic opening system to activate, and the glass began to slide to the side. Ari looked back at Natalie in rage, seeing that she was not going to leave with him. The large man then walked out, and the doors shut behind him, immediately being locked by the store lady whose hands were now shaking.
We all watched in silence as Ari’s silhouette disappeared into the fog until the only thing we could make out was his phone’s flashlight gently glowing through the mist. All of a sudden, it seemed like he had stopped moving; the light didn’t get any dimmer or seem to be getting further away at all. As around 17 of us observed from the darkness of the grocery store, a loud shriek was released into the night, and Ari began sprinting back to the door, and his banging resumed.
“LET ME THE FUCK BACK IN THERE’S SOMETHING OUT HE-!” he began to shout but was cut off as his legs were pulled out from under him, and the wind was knocked out of his lungs as he landed hard on his stomach, his nose cracking on the concrete. Natalie went to scream, but I covered her mouth, and we both watched as Ari was dragged back into the fog by a tall, lanky humanoid silhouette, still clutching onto his phone. Eventually, the light from his flashlight was completely engulfed by the wall of fog, and we were all left with our mouths agape and tears in our eyes as the severity of our situation set in.
Nobody really said much over the next couple of hours; everyone was too shaken up, I guess. At around quarter past 12 AM, I checked my phone as Natalie lay on top of me, fast asleep, her face buried into my hoodie. She had been crying since… Well, we all watched what happened to Ari. After that, everyone found a place to themselves, and Natalie held onto me, soaking my shoulder with her tears, which made their way down to my skin. I hated that I was happy at that moment. I felt so selfish about being content in her sorrow, but I missed her so much. I missed her more than I let myself know and was just thankful that I had her there with me. I thanked God that I didn't have to go through this nightmare alone.
I fell asleep shortly after, closing my eyes and taking in the noises around me: the humming of the fridges, Natalie's soft breathing, gentle sobs from across the store, and I'm sure a couple of times I heard screams in the distance outside the apparent security of this store.
I awoke to my phone vibrating again, but it was only my 7:30 AM alarm. Natalie must have already been awake because she was holding me tight, and there were fresh tears on my hoodie. I lay there for a bit, hugging her, ignorant to the world that, for all I knew, was ending anyway. I was also ignorant to the fact that the sun hadn't come up, or at least, it wasn't reaching us through the fog, meaning that it must be completely encasing us. How far does the fog stretch? How far would it have to extend into the sky for not even a hint of daylight to shine through? These are questions I did not have because I was holding onto the girl who I had never really stopped loving, making me probably the only person at that moment who was trapped in a dream, not a nightmare.
Natalie and I ate breakfast in silence. I guess there are worse places to be trapped than a well-stocked grocery store; however, as 10 AM rolled around, a new alert sounded out from everyone's phones: “This is an emergency alert. It is still very unsafe outside, so stay where you are. Keep all the lights off, and do not make any noise that will be detectable from outside your structure. Avoid looking into the fog or standing in a position where you are visible from the outside. Cover as many windows as possible and preferably hide in a room that can be locked off from the rest of your structure if necessary. If something is in your structure or is trying to get inside, then it knows you're there. In this scenario, hide; do not attempt to confront it under any circumstances. Notable updates: the electrical and water systems will not be operational by this time tomorrow, so if you have not done so, fill up as many containers with water as you can. You will receive another alert every twelve hours. Thank you, stand by for any updates.”
I stood up and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my back from sitting on the hard supermarket floor, and my legs had pins and needles. I looked down at Natalie, who seemed lost in thought. I wasn't sure if she had heard the update, but then again, what did it matter? The loss of power would mean that all the refrigerated items would spoil, but there was enough long-lasting food to feed us all for months, probably, drinks as well. I knew our biggest problem would be warmth as we would lose the electronic heating system, but before I could think any more on that, a commotion broke out on the other side of the store.
A loud crash echoed across the whole building, and as Natalie and I made our way towards the noise, we discovered that one of the other guys who was trapped in here, must have been in his late 50s at least, had been using his free time to get absolutely wasted in the alcoholic section of the store, and was now yanking boxes of booze off of the shelves as he drunkenly laughed to himself. Before I could do anything, another man, maybe in his early 30s, tackled him to the ground and pinned him down, all without saying a word. As the older guy lay there, asking what the problem was in slurred, barely comprehensible English, everyone in the store felt their hearts sink as a loud thumping sound was heard from the front door. And then again, and again, until one of the three store workers, who wandered over to see who was over there, let out an almost impossibly loud scream, and that was what sealed our fate. The store erupted into chaos as the glass door was shattered, and an inhuman shriek reverberated in our ears as whatever was outside was no longer outside.
I looked to Natalie, who appeared to be frozen in place, teary-eyed as she breathed rapid and shallow breaths. I took her by the hand and ran as fast as I could towards the storage room out back. I knew they had to have one in order to hold onto the stock that they couldn't fit on the shelves yet. But as we reached the door, screams and roars filled the store behind us. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that it was locked. I shook the handle out of desperation and then tried to open the other larger door that the forklifts came in and out of, but I didn't know the code.
I embraced Natalie, and I guess I just prepared for it to end until I heard a ‘pssst’ and looked back over to the door to see that the store supervisor was holding it slightly ajar while gesturing for us to quickly come inside. We ran to the entrance and left the main part of the building where we found the supervisor and the other surviving employee, along with one other customer who had apparently been in here ever since Ari was killed.
The lights were on in the storage room because there were no windows, which took a while to adjust to after being in total darkness for the last 12 hours, but it was a nice change. Over the course of the day, we heard many thumps and bangs; occasionally, something would get knocked over, and glass would smash. Whatever was out there was looking everywhere for survivors, but we were safe in here.
Natalie and I made a bed out of a few 20kg sacks of rice, which was honestly so much nicer than the floor. The other three people in there with us tried to ask us about ourselves, our lives, but I did most of the talking. Natalie was still grieving, and the others understood that, though I did see her smile a couple of times, which was nice. The other employee didn't say much; I assumed it was because of what happened to the female staff member after the door shattered, so I didn't really try to push him for conversation. Honestly, I wasn't really in a social mood myself, but it was just nice to have some sense of normalcy after the shitshow that has been our lives over the last couple of days.
On day four, I remembered what the alert had said about the power shutting off. It turns out there's a backup generator that should power everything we need for another couple of days, with most of the lights in the store being off, so it really felt like we were home free. At 10 o'clock on the fourth night, I heard the emergency alert sound off from across the room as I lay next to Natalie, since both of our phones had died already. I tried to listen in on what it was saying, but I couldn't quite make it out from where I was, so I got up in the dark and made my way over to the soft glow of the supervisor's phone screen.
By the time I could hear what was being said, I only just caught the end of it, “Be prepared to stay inside indefinitely. You will receive another alert every twelve hours. Thank you, stand by for any updates.” My heart sank to my stomach hearing this, and as I looked over to the supervisor who shared my expression, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Indefinitely? I mean, it would be easier for us having all of this stock to ourselves, but what about people trapped in their houses, their cars? How were they expected to survive this? As I pondered to myself, I turned around, suddenly startled by the sound of the male employee speaking for the first time since we’d been here. “Fuck this,” was all he said as he entered the code for the large door, which made a loud mechanical whirring as it lifted up.
I didn't even have time to process what had happened. I didn't have time to be angry at this man for killing us, and I didn't have time to sprint back to Natalie before I heard her being dragged away by one of those creatures, her hands squeaking across the floor as they tried and failed to grip onto it.
The creature was pale, humanoid, but not human. If you've ever seen a hairless chimpanzee, it kind of looked like that, but its limbs were grotesque and distorted, too long for its body, and its face was more human. Its skin was a light grey color, pulled tightly over its strangely proportioned body. I noticed how it was shrieking, an ungodly sound, but its face was expressionless, its mouth only slightly open as it screamed. I think that was the weirdest part. I thought all of this as I watched this hideous thing drag the girl I love into the consuming darkness of the grocery store. That's when something grabbed me by the leg and pulled it out from under me, causing me to hit my head on the floor, and everything faded to black.
“Truth or dare?” Natalie asked me. “Umm, truth,” I replied. Natalie thought for a moment before Sarah, my mate Marcus’ Mrs, who was sitting next to her, whispered in her ear, causing a massive grin to form on her face. “Okay, okay,” she giggled as she adjusted her posture and looked me in the eyes, trying to keep a straight face. “Okay, Roman, if you were stuck on an island with all of us, who would you eat first?” I thought for a moment as I looked around the hot tub at all of my close friends. My eyes landed on Max, who is quite overweight, and I couldn't help but smile, causing everyone to laugh, including Max who splashed water in my face and retorted, “I'd eat all of you before you got the chance,” to which Marcus said, “We believe you, bud,” and everyone burst out into laughter again.
“Okay, Natalie… truth or dare?” I asked. “Truth!” she replied without hesitation. I pretended to ponder my question for a moment. “Would you-” I began, as I stood up in the pool, clutching something in my left hand, “-make me the happiest man in the world-” I continued as I got down on one knee before her, “-and marry me?” I asked as I held a ring out of the water for her, eliciting a gasp from both of my mates and their partners. Natalie's eyes began to tear up, and she asked, “Are you for real?” covering her mouth with her shaking hands. I nodded yes, and she screamed out, “Yes! Of course I will!” before she jumped on top of me, taking us both underwater as she kissed me.
After we all dried off and said our goodbyes, Max came up to me, “Hey man, congratulations! Honestly, I've been waiting for this day since you guys met. Always knew she was the one for you,” he said. I looked at him for a moment before replying, “What do you mean, bro? When I first started dating her, you told me that she was no good for me. It's like one of the main reasons I broke up w-” That's when the words I was saying hit me in the face like a bag of bricks.
Max stared at me, his smile not shifting in the slightest. “How long have you and Natalie been together now?” he asked. “Must be around 5 years, about time you popped the question, haha,” he chuckled, but with every second that passed, my heart started beating more and more rapidly. “This isn't real,” I said before squeezing my eyes shut, and waking up.
A long tendril slid out of my throat as I fell to the ground below and threw up everywhere. I looked up to see a giant, glowing figure with a dozen other tendrils protruding from its shoulders. The skinny figure stood still, its frame reaching the height of the streetlight next to it. As I tried to make sense of what I was looking at, my eyes made their way down its inhuman body. At the end of each glowing blue tendril was a person, the tendrils entering through each of their mouths, seemingly absorbing something from their bodies as pulsating rings of light emanated from the person and up the tendril. I almost threw up for a second time until I saw Natalie among the dozen bodies attached to the creature. Without hesitation, I reached up to touch her hand, and as I did, I lost consciousness again.
“Unzip the tent, babe, let some light in,” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and cracked my stiff back, cursing myself for forgetting an air mattress on a trip we'd been planning for months. I watched and admired my beautiful fiancée as she got up half-naked and unzipped our tent.
“I hope you slept better than I did,” I muttered as I lay back down in my sleeping bag. “Babe, you should've had the air mattress. I would've been happy to trade places,” Natalie replied as she opened up her pack and started rummaging through it.
“Nah, I'm fine, honestly. I'm not letting my fiancée sleep on the ground,” I retorted, my arm covering my eyes, immediately regretting that I got Natalie to let the sun in. “You're such a man,” she scoffed jokingly as she tossed me one of the pre-made sandwiches from her pack. I paused for a moment, a split second of déjà vu overtaking my body as I read the label.
All of a sudden, I sat up straight in my sleeping bag. “Natalie, this isn't real! None of this is real!” I said to her in a panic, causing her to stare at me, concerned. “Are you feeling okay, Roman?” she asked. “Did you get any sleep at all?”
“Natalie, the grocery store, the fog, the emergency alert! Don't you remember? None of this is real! We aren't together, we aren't engaged,” I spoke quickly, my voice trembling as I tried to get her to snap out of this false reality. I watched as Natalie's face went white, and her eyes filled with tears.
“What's going on? What is thi-” she started to speak but was interrupted by a familiar shriek in the distance. I looked out of the tent to see at least a thousand of those chimp creatures making their way towards us, seemingly sensing that we weren't being fooled by this illusion any longer.
“Natalie, you have to wake up!” I yelled, the creatures getting closer. “Close your eyes and wake-” I regained consciousness and caught Natalie as the tendril slid out of her throat, letting her fall. She threw up onto the ground as I held her, before staring back up at the massive glowing creature. That's when we looked around. In the distance, there were more glowing creatures, hundreds of them spread out over the town.
“We can see through the fog,” Natalie stated, which I honestly hadn't even noticed until then. That's when we heard frantic screaming and looked to our left. One of those chimp creatures was dragging a man out of his car and over to the glowing figure. We watched as one of the tendrils violently shoved its way down the man's throat, and his screaming stopped. Then, the other creature just walked off, paying us absolutely no mind.
Natalie then looked back up at the bodies attached to the tendrils and gasped as she saw Ari. She went to reach for him, but I grabbed her hand. “Natalie, if you touch him, you'll go back in, and there's no guarantee that you'll ever come back out. It's like it completely wipes your memory every time,” I told her.
“How do you know?" she asked. "Maybe I'll remember the second time.”
“You won't, Natalie. I went back in for you, and I'm lucky that I remembered at all,” I responded. She stared at me for a moment.
“Why did you go back in for me if it's such a big risk?” she questioned.
I paused, my eyes welled up. “Because I love you, Nat-”
An explosion then went off in the distance. I saw it over Natalie's shoulder, then another, then another, each one making its way closer, seemingly each being aimed at those glowing blue creatures. “Run!” I yelled as I grabbed Natalie's hand and sprinted away from Ari and the mass of glowing tentacles. Another explosion went off behind us as a plane roared overhead. The explosion also ignited the service station right next to us, which let off a shockwave that sent us flying off the street. Everything went silent, and I could feel my consciousness once again slipping away. The last thing I saw was Natalie silently screaming in my face, worry overtaking her expression as she held tightly onto my hands. That's when I noticed a piece of fence sticking out of my abdomen. “Shit,” I thought to myself. As everything faded to black, I saw a group of military-looking men running towards Natalie and me, then nothing.
I woke up to the voices of Natalie and Marcus talking to each other. I sat up in the apparent hospital bed I was in and immediately regretted it, holding onto my stomach in pain. “Woah woah, lay back down, bud. Just relax,” Marcus said as he stood up from his chair and slowly laid me back down. Natalie stood up as well, tightly gripping my hand and kissing me on the forehead. “What is this? Is the fog… is it over?” I asked, confused about how we were here right now in a hospital. “No, it's not over. My higher-ups have decided that we have to start over. Most of the remaining world leaders have come to the same consensus,” Marcus paused briefly, “you two were lucky to have survived. Most people didn't. Those… those things-''.
"Those people are still alive, Marcus!" I exclaimed. "You can't just bomb the world when those people are still down there! They're in a trance, living in an illusion that those blue things are creating. I can't explain it, but I saw it. Natalie did too. I only got us out because I felt an unbelievable sense of déjà vu, and realized it wasn't real.”
Marcus looked at me, his expression grave. "I know, Roman. We're trying to figure out a way to deal with them without causing more harm. But right now, the priority is to keep everyone who's still here safe. You and Natalie are the only ones who've had any interaction with those things and came back, and we need your help to understand what happened down there."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "I'll do whatever I can to help. But we can't forget about them. They're still people, trapped in a nightmare."
Over the next few months, I recounted this story to more officials in suits than I can count. I told them how I had done twice what nobody else had done once. I "went into the dream," as they call it, and I came back both times. Though I did manage to convince them not to bomb the world and kill everyone, it has come at a price.
Natalie sobbed as I told her the plan. She cried into my shoulder, just as she did that night many months ago in the grocery store during the emergency alert. I felt her tears soak down to my skin as I told her that I had to go back into the dream and try to wake everyone up. The chance that I would not wake back up was sitting at the forefront of my mind, but I had to be strong for Nat.
“I just hope that if I do get trapped in a dream, that I'll get to go through with that wedding,” I said to her softly, trying to put on a smile. “If you don't come back, I'm coming in after you,” she replied, tears in her eyes. I wanted to tell her no, I wanted to be selfless. But I knew that I would have no complaints if she and I were trapped together again; that selfish part of my brain was still active.
On the 14th of November, 2023, an emergency alert was sent to every mobile device across the globe. It warned of a thick fog that would swallow any who were caught in its midst, and the whole world locked themselves inside. You may be wondering why I'm telling you this story. You may be thinking to yourself, 'I don't remember the day the fog rolled in and the emergency alert sounded.' That is why I'm telling you this story.
This is not real, you need to wake up.

Hi I'm just little girl from Asia come along with the unsuccessful of life and relationship family ya come with broken heart and fuck up feeling mind messy soon will get 🤣 .try to find some space that I can out my feeling can say from the bottom of my feeling 😑 thank you for Reddit finily find spot ,I'm not good at write and my economy English I'm not a written so if any of my annoying or any my mistake apologies first at here🙏🙏 what the target of life?what ur target of life?I never know what is the target of life .make money build house car family?? I think is too simple for me ,all I can do by my self I was an strong girl from young until now , fighting life by my self some times in relationships but most are the same with sad ending , starting in love got a level 1-2-3 or strong relationship 4 until forever ,all are same whoever told me not same at the ending is same ,level 1 very happiness I 1 u 1 sweeties ever never care anything's .Level 2 👉 get slow motion Abit .not really sweet just so so ,ask do or help wat just reply WAIT ... Level 3🔥 start qural some got fighting no more promotion ,ask do favor NNona you won't get any help at all or maybe got but very slow motion until jam ady to get up and help you favor .make each other borling become think of give up on relationship it so hard and tired borling no happiness and sweet romance anymore ,all same like dreaming happiness just awhile .some too love too hurt to hard to leave eveydays must suffered self and damn!! Relationship is the things that can't really talk and share out to anyone so eveydays keep keep coz can't put down the bad relationship I can understand this point that ,even know is suffer but still go ( coz the day Begin until now was not easy and not just break wids that awhile then no smell,eveytings narmal , I can say mostly relationship I heard and happen to me all are selfish maybe have 2% are geltman .but that times also young don't know how to cherish the good one ,times to times pass by are teaching me alot of things and yes I have learned alot too ,learn until when I will have that happiness again ??? Have narmal life and trust...next ep I want come talk about trust ..

Sorry for my long story but I think the details matter. I’ll try to list them to simplify.
My partner and his ex were high school and college friends and they dated soon after college for about 6 years. During this time:

1. She in the initial stages of dating during their long distance phase, cheated on him
2. Still he supported her by letting her stay rent or bill free with him for six months while she looked for a job
3. He recommended and helped her land a job at his own company.
4. He massively supported her with getting jobs, around the house, providing fringe benefits like health insurance even when she had a job that provided jt but she asked to be on his cause his is better.
5. He didn’t want a dog but she did so they got a dog.
6. Towards the last year or so into their relationship they bought a condo together
7. He moved to a different state to be with her family and moved again to another town even before living in the condo they bought cause she wanted better city vibes
8. She around every Christmas would have doubts about the continuation of their relationship
9. She told him her ideal man is someone who plays a musical instrument and reads more
10. She wasn’t that sexually attracted to him so they very rarely had sex. He said she wasn’t into it.
11. At last she decided she didn’t want to get married and wasn’t sure on kids like he did so they separated. He wanted marriage and a family.
12. She wanted to continue being friends because they used to be friends before they dated. He said he wasn’t sure about this but he agreed to do this. 13.during the relationship - She would be snippy condescending and very critical and cold towards him for most of their time together.
13. When they broke they still had the condo which he later decided to sell upon his mom’s advice. The ex wanted to keep it initially so they can rent it to make money.
14. They stayed in touch as friends and cared for their dog together even though she was in another state. They either texted or had a call almost every single day post break up. They went to a wedding together for a mutual friend four months after the break up. Two months post break up, he visited her at her place so he could see the dog. The wedding was in December and the dog meet up at her home state during his trip was in October. We started dating and became exclusive in Jan that next year which is pretty much right after these things happened.

During my time with him: 1. Initially when we were dating, he would keep bringing up his ex randomly and in a positive way. It bothered me but I didn’t say or think too much of it. 2. He at one point compared us indirectly which put me in a low spot and that really bothered me. 3. It came to a boiling point one day and I told him how bad this connection made me feel. 4. He revealed that he still has a joint account with her that was just to make it easier for transfer of funds after the selling of their condo which happened post break up. He said he thought they both had to be in person at the bank to close it and just needed the sale and money to be cleared so he could close the account. 5. He revealed that he still has his ex on his health insurance because she asked to be on it until she got some reimbursement checks from the insurance company for care she received. He said he was just waiting for those to be cleared and was going to take her off. 6. He revealed that she was on his Costco membership. Again she asked for this so he just kept her on it. 7. I felt extremely hurt and troubled that he had significant unfinished business with his ex post breakup all the while propping her up with me insensitively and talking about her so highly when she seems like she barely did anything for him or was good to him. I was confused why he would do so much and keep at this and continue to even after the break up. 8. He said he wasn’t aware of how hurtful all this was for me. About a week later, he closed all accounts and had a chat with her over the phone to say he can’t continue taking care of the dog and can’t continue their relationship as friends out of respect to me and his current relationship. I didn’t ask him to do this but he did this. I appreciated that he finally cut the cord. 9. Many months later it occurred to me that you’d at least have to sign up as a domestic partner to have someone else under your health insurance. When I brought it up he straight up told me that no all my company needed was proof of living together like a bill with their names. I believed him. Months Later I had some doubts and this came up again and he said yes I had to sign a document to declare her as a domestic partner with his company. I asked him why he lied to my face months ago when I asked him initially about this. He said he had shame over this and didn’t want to admit that. He was very sorry that he lied and has apologize d many times and told me this won’t happen again and said he will be honest with me and transparent with me.
This whole thing has made me lose trust in him. Makes me feel like he cared for his ex way more at least in the beginning of our relationship and had a hard time letting go.
Through much conversation and reflection, he says he sees his ex and that relationship more truthfully and sees that she was toxic and that relationship was very bad. I feel bad that I had to drag this truth into him. That he was delusional before and gave himself away to the wrong person.
I have a hard time still trusting the things he says sometimes. I don’t know how much he loves me even though he says it to me all the time. Idk how to forgive him and move on. He is a good man who sees clearly now and our relationship feels better now but I still have a hard time not resenting him for the way our story started and believing him when he says I love you. I tend to have self sabotaging and over thinking tendencies so I don’t know if I am overthinking here and ruining something that can be good for me.
Any advice? Thoughts?
Thank you

Searching for housing has been a nightmare. Almost everywhere has required 3x the rent even for affordable units. I found a place I could afford, and set up a showing. I checked the apartment, and all seemed fine. It's a old building with a few (less than 10) tenants who have been there for years. I met the building manager, and all seemed above board. They interacted with the other tenants, and seemed friendly. But they didn't ask for pay stubs, a credit check, ID, or a background check. They also didn't ask for employment verification/reference. They did ask where I worked, how long I had been there, and to provide a previous landlord reference. They've approved me to move in, but I don't know if it's too good to be true.
What do ya'll think?

Allah hates me but I love Allah, let’s take today for example I was switching schools and I decided to post something, basically a apology and a goodbye stating how I endured a lot of bullying and I decided to tell my friends I’m going “demon time” on messages at the same exact time in the morning as I posted that. As luck would have it I messaged them at 9:11 PM and I didn’t even know btw I live in New York City so yeah and now they reported me for “bomb threats” when I said I will post my announcement at 9:11 AM because that’s when I sent my message and now they called my mom and told her about this, they called CPS and they disabled my DOE account and it’s annoying btw so now these CPS workers come to my house and start to berate me and shit and I just sit there trying to explain what happened but they don’t listen they say “no one is gonna buy your fake excuse“ and i hated that because I wasn’t being listened to and couldn’t explain and so now I’m being put under monitoring and I will be forced to take therapy for a year in and out of school and I am feeling down cause they don’t even listen to me they listen to the other students and how they reported me when I didn’t even say anything bad btw i have evidence as to what I would have sent because I posted in here on Reddit and I feel so defeated and now I have to go explain and no one is listening to me but they listen to the other students who say worse stuff such as “I’m gonna send a pipe bomb to such such teacher” and I say nothing and I’m wondering how can these people be such fake friends and yeah after that I went to pray like everyday but I am considering just running away or just distance my self from all stop eating and all and just quit because this is too much for a 15 year old.

A little backstory....So I am 25F almost turning 26 in 6 days and I recently dropped out of university without ever getting a degree. I started college back in 2016 and often took breaks to focus on work and myself....it was until 2023 that I decided to resume my education to get my associates in Graphic Design. It turns out that I never needed to go to college for graphic design, but my parents believe that not attending college equates to failure, so I did it just to get them off my ass and not compare me to others ......(-.-'')
Anyways, I finally decided to say "fuck this shit" and dropout of college without giving a fuck what my parents or others think. I didn't do it out of sheer laziness, no. I just didn't like the fact that I would only fixate on grades and GPA to the point that I psych myself out and not really acquire any of the skills needed for my degree. It just felt like someone was always pointing a gun to my head to get good grades and excel. It would get soo bad that I'd have crying episodes whenever I fell short of an A or a high GPA....Like It made me fear failure and adversity to the point that I would runaway from challenges and always go for the least path of resistance. Ultimately this bad habit has bled through many aspects of my life and held me back from many challenges needed to grow and become wiser.....I have many ambitions in life and I cannot afford to let the perfectionism in me put things off out of fear of failure. I also reflected for some time and noticed a pattern- I always flourished everytime I actually failed on a test or fell flat on my face.
The frustration and pain always pushed me into a flight or fight state of mind, which drove me to get rid of my bad habits and engage in self-help stuff, not to mention aggressively dive right into challenges and use my inner rage to scare away those inner demons.
I guess school teaches you to be scared of new challenges and often encourages you to compare yourself to others just to gauge your skill level and many other assets in life.....Then there's the soul-crushing debt we all love to deal with.. I currently have 20K debt to pay but It would have been greater had I continued my education.....
To those that think school is not for them, trust your gut feeling and drop out if you are prepared to accept any backlash from parents and loved ones...also don't be a lazy bum and play games all day. Have a plan and constantly invest in yourself and acquire any skills needed to make a living. You need to deviate yourself from the status quo and make learning a life-long journey, not something you do because someone is forcing you to do it. Be strong and forge your own path!

I’ve completely destroyed my life and kind of lost of what next.
I am facing a lengthy prison sentence for fraudulently taking money from my previous employers. I had initially thought it was £250,000 but they have submitted evidence of close to £500,000. I don’t have grounds to deny it even though I know that some was paid back because the police have frozen my bank accounts. Even with the payments made I can’t deny that I still owe around £400,000. All lost to gambling so I really have no defence to the sentencing.
The prosecution team had asked for a term of 5 years at the initial hearing. I think given the fact that I have no priors and I pleaded guilty at the first opportunity (which apparently takes 1/3 off the sentence) I expect to serve 3-4 years.
I have been on bail since the beginning of April and have a sentencing hearing next week.
I wanted to pay back the money but knew that no one would give me a job. So started my own cleaning company (was terrible at the job) and now operating a leaflet distribution company. I’ve recently signed a contract with a multi national cleaning company to distribute their leaflets on a self employed basis. This would have given me approximately £2000 worth of business each month. I was also in discussions with another large company about doing leafleting for them as well - that contract could have been worth even more than £2000 but the director is on holiday. So nothing really happening there.
My family have paid £10,000 to my previous employers and have agreed to pay £1500 to help clear the balance.
I have also been documenting my journey on YouTube. I was/am really struggling to get out of bed to do anything so gave me incentive to do something. Been surprised with some of the support as I definitely don’t deserve it.
I have been thinking of the next steps with the sentencing coming up soon:
1) I need to empty out my room and move everything back to my parents. Currently a lodger.
2) Whilst I have started working with the leafleting job I expect to finish off the work they’ve given so far this week. Not sure there’s any point in informing them given it’s a self employed contract I’ve signed. Is there anything else I’m missing? I have a few cleaning clients that I will let go off as well.
3) Given I’m expecting a custodial sentence, what’s the best way to prepare for it? Do I need to take anything with me on the day?
I’ve never previously had any criminal records so unsure if there’s anything else I should be aware of. Any advice is appreciated. Thanks

Hi all. A friend of mine has submitted his N400 application based on five years of residence, and he has an upcoming interview. However, he encountered an issue regarding his employment history.
During an eight-month period, he was enrolled full-time in an online software engineering program and did not engage in any paid work. Nonetheless, he listed this period in his N400 application under "Employment history" as self-employed in "I.T. Software Development".
He explained that during this time, he voluntarily assisted other beginner students by reviewing their assignments and conducting interviews about study materials, as part of gaining practice for his future role. Although he did not receive payment for this activity, he included it in his application instead of listing the period as unemployed.
Now he is unsure about how to address this discrepancy. Should he send an explanation before the interview, potentially leading to a rescheduling? Or would it be acceptable to explain this nuance during the interview itself?

Hey everyone, my best friends birthday is coming up and she's an avid reader. I was at her house yesterday looking at her library and she off hand mentioned that the books she has on display (they're just sitting upright) are opening and ruining the quality since it's holding itself up.
I've been searching all over the internet for some kind of book stand to get her so it can display her favourite books but all the ones I've found are big and clunky and frankly would look so out of place. Would anyone here have any suggestions on where I could find something "invisible" or any ideas on what to get to display the books without them self opening?

When you're in your early 20s, the pressure of building your career and establishing stability is inevitable. When I graduated last year, I immediately started working (a week after graduation, I got a job). I'm the restless type of person. I feel guilty whenever I'm not doing something or not being productive. My family's somehow stable naman (parents not depending on kids, siblings with their lives figured out) but I never once thought of their money or what the family have as my own.
A week ago my job contract ended. Here I am doing some reflections about it. I'm contemplating to go to grad school kasi napapansin ko na ang pay is better if I have it and the job opportunities as well. I don't have to worry naman for grad school expenses kasi for sure I will do my best to grab a scholarship for it like what I did in my undergrad degree. From what I realized within those months of working, di siya sustainable in the long run, I mean salary wise, so I need to look for a path, in the same field that's gonna compensate me better rin. I have saved a little which is enough for my expenses dahil hard wired na sa utak ko not to ask for a single penny even sa parents ko. Idk where this stems from.
Bigla na lang naisip ko na nakakapagod din pala when you're hyper independent. Andoon yung thought na oh, how I envy other people in their early 20s going out for fun, not minding what tomorrow may bring, etc. Ako kasi I'm more into, oh I need to do this, to do that, so I can be self sufficient and very comfortable someday. Yung thoughts ko? oh, how nice it would be to have my own house, my own car, etc. Andami ko gusto ma establish for myself from scratch and through my sole effort. Pero napapatanong din ako minsan like 'what's with the haste self?', or am I proving myself to everyone that I surely can get all those? The series of thoughts continue, and boom breakdown hahahahaha.
I shared all these to my partner, and there's this one reply from him that gave me a feeling of ease, yung feeling na oh shit, I can breathe pala. When he said na gagawin niya lahat para mabigyan ako ng magandang buhay. Idk why, but it felt nice to have someone you can rely on. Andoon yung moment na, ahhhhh so this is what partnership is like. I'm not asking for it but it's so reassuring to hear. Hindi lang pala ako yung busy kakaisip how to be stable and grinding to have a good life.
Navigating life isn't easy at all. Pero atleast I have someone through the hustle and bustle of life. I know this is just the tip of the iceberg of adulting stuff, but I can already feel na nakakapagod pala yung stage na 'to, but it's okay. I might miss an opportunity, be redirected into a completely different path, lose connections, feel empty, cry out of frustration, feel disappointed, be exhausted, dahil sa huli, it's not just me.
Cause with him, I can find my solace.
Taena gan'to pala nagagawa ng wala na sa office. Reflection malala si anteh. Anyway, we all deserve a solace or comfort in life. 🍀 Sa bebe ko kung mabasa mo man 'to, work na ulit love. De joke. ily and appreciate you.

I'm going to Reno my house. So I have been browsing overseas Reno forums and YT, it seems really common for people outside SG to own self Reno their house. They can live in it, and slowly build up each room progressively.
I love to do DIY and I think I'm proficient to do all these. Maybe I need some people to show me the ropes when building carpentry, otherwise it doesn't seems too difficult. I couldn't really find much people into this too.
The default route in SG is to engage a contractor or ID. And everything is super expensive.
Why is it not a thing in SG?

This week, I helped one of my friends move into their new place. I got to spend time with him and listen to how great things are going. How his buisness is taking off. How healthy his relaitionship is. How happy he is.
Another day, another friend asked me to help them look through apartment listings as they were also looking to upgrade thanks to more newfound success.
Yet another friend was complaining about their job. I listened, like a good friend does. He told me that it bothered him he was only making 85k while a coworker was making 90k. I nodded along. Seemed unfair.
This week... I received about 11 rejection emails, including 6 from minimum wage jobs that hire high school kids or felons.
I have applied to over 2500 jobs.
Just to be clear, I don't think I'm "too good" for these jobs. I just phrase it this way to establish that even the lowest barrier to entry jobs do not want me.
I love my friends. I really do. I'm not envious. They worked hard for what they have. And they deserve it. I love them.
I would never wish for them to be in my position... but fuck.
I know comparison is the thief of joy but its really hard to not feel defeated. I just keep failing at everything no matter how much I try or how hard I work. I went to college, got great grades, tried my best to make good connections. Sure, did covid fuck up every internship opportunity I had lined up? Yes. But I didn't let that stop me. I did my own efforts to make sure I had something on my resume. To show my drive.
I did it all while suicidal. While dealing with a severe eating disorder. While battling depression.
And none of it mattered. Not really.
I'm 26 and I'm stuck in misery living in my parents house because I can't get a job. The entry level positions I'm qualified for with my degree? They don't want me.
The minimum wage food, retail or warehouse jobs? They don't want me either.
Gas station, dishwasher, call center. Rejection, Rejection, Rejection.
None of them want me.
The interviews I do get, I really make an effort to prepare. I really do. I get great feedback.
They never offer me a job. Ever.
I'm not asking for a six figure job, or enough money to afford a really nice apartment like my friends.
I'd live in the shittiest one bedroom I could find, but no one gave me a chance.
It's fucking humiliating and demoralizing. I never thought that when I wanted to kill myself and fought so hard to hold onto my life... that THIS is what it would look like.
It's like I don't even get the chance to work hard and try and fail anyway. I just don't get to fucking try.
If I sound entitled I really am not. I don't think I deserve nice things. I don't think I'm owed anything.
But fuck... I hear people talk about how inept so many of their coworkers are all the time. If I'm trying my hardest and still failing, does that mean I'm worth less than even those people?
I know that the whole thing is a stochastic process and 90% of it isn't up to me. There's another human being who has to take a chance on you.
But its little comfort. I still feel like a failure.
I'm trying to improve my mental and physical health and working hard at that too, but I need to get out of my parents house and without even a minimum wage job that seems impossible.
I'm grateful I'm not homeless. I wouldn't be here if I was. I am a positive person and try to always be there for others even at my detriment but every day it feels like life is telling me I was wrong to stick around.
It's making me suicidal again.

Hello! So I'm asking here because I've seen people in the community with similar issues before, and the dermatillomania/skin picking subs are not very active and have very little people commenting on posts. I really need help so I would really appreciate as much advice as possible.
In short, I've been picking my fingers and cuticles, as well as the soles of my feet- and with bad acne outbreaks, my face- since I was 5. I've stopped with my feet since I started using a foot stone because it makes them smooth and unpickable. However, right now my fingers are going through it. For the last month my picking has been the worst it's been in such a looooong time. The pigmentation of my finger tips- even when my fingers have been pick free for a while- is pinker than it should be, and currently with the picking the pigmentation is really really red. I'm needing to wear bandaids/bandages on all of my fingers daily.
I need help. It's not stopping anytime soon due to life happening, so I was wondering: does anyone have any tips on how to help with healing and prevention of further damage? Healing is the most important to me currently because I'm struggling to get my fingers healed before I damage them more. The healing process just gives me more to pick, and since 90% of the time I pick without realizing I'm doing it, it makes it impossible to let my fingers heal. So if anyone knows how to help in healing I would appreciate any advice deeply.
Lastly: so lately I've been using self adhesive bandages instead of bandaids to wrap my fingers with because they last longer and I can slip them off as needed. The problem is that they're much more noticeable than bandaids. I was wondering: does anyone have any ideas on what I could say whenever someone asks me about my bandages? I don't want to tell people "I have a skin condition," or "none of your business," since that just doesn't help me feel comfortable with wearing the bandages. So if anyone has a good explanation unrelated to a disorder that I could use whenever people ask, again I would really really appreciate it :) I'm usually able to remove bandages/bandaids whenever I'm out of the house but it's so bad right now that I don't have a choice but to wear them out.
Thank you guys so much! Love ya <3

I'm the oldest daughter of an abusive dad. He's been physically and emotionally abusive towards Mom and us (me and siblings) our whole life. We are South Asian and I live abroad now. I barely call home - once of twice a year. I keep in touch with my mom via good morning texts and I occasionally reply to my dad's texts. I've visited once every 2-3 years since I moved abroad 7 years ago. I was 21 when I moved abroad and with age, I've become less tolerant of his behavior. Recently, my little sister, aged 21 who's still back home called me crying after an altercation with dad where he was about to hit her and she stood up against him saying he can't hit her, she's an adult. Me and my other sister never did that. He's not used to people rebelling. He got pissed and told her to leave the house then. She left the house to go to college and called me crying to check on mom because he had got mad at mom and she was worried about her. I honestly didn't know what I could do. Me calling doesn't help and these things affect me a lot and I stay away from my parents because I'd rather be in denial about the situation at home. My mom won't leave my dad and I can't do anything about it but protect my mental peace.
My sister moved out the next day and has blocked him. My other younger sister also is not in contact with him since 2 years ago when he harassed and berated her about her weight gain to the point she was feeling the urge to unalive him. He's been texting me random stuff and I've not replied. I don't want to talk to him anymore. I can't tolerate his abusive behavior anymore and I can't get him to change. I've never had that space with him where I could speak my mind. He has no capacity for self reflection. He doesn't think he did anything wrong. But I still feel guilty. He's old and nobody really loves him. He has kept us dependent on him financially and once we're not, nobody wants to talk to him. It's been 2 weeks since the incident and I feel bad ignoring his texts now. He's sending me random updates and I know none of his children are talking to him. He did this to himself but I still feel guilty..
TL;DR: I want to go NC with dad after his last physically abusive episode with mom and sibling, but I feel guilty about not responding to his texts anymore.