Two inflectional endings english

My family of 4 are flying from YYZ to PDL on Tuesday 5/21. I just checked in online. Was pleasantly surprised that they let me pick Exit row seats without any extra charge. (We just had Basic fare.) The website asked if we could speak Portuguese/English. I assume it meant either Portuguese or English, not both? We cannot speak Portuguese. Has anybody picked Exit row seats on Basic fare in the past and only speak English? Can you confirm it’s ok for us to sit in Exit row seats? I don’t want to end up being forced to switch seats when we arrive at the airport.

couldn’t put the tag, but tw for self harm
if your wondering why i have a problem with this being posted on other platforms, it’s because i know for a fact that the person i m talking about does not use reddit. and i’ll be deleting this afterwards. I am 15f. this is pretty dark elementary school drama but it has stuck with me since and has since haunted me😭😭 so this was about 2017 when i met this girl and let’s call her alicia. we hit it off at first because we both had similar interests. for background i was a shy girl who had gotten bullied in the past. it was going pretty good for a couple months with alicia.until she was also kind of mean to me and she would call me names(names that wouldn’t hurt me now, but at the time it did.) she called me a scaredy cat over something stupid and i got really upset at this. i remember holding back tears. she also did this on my moms phone as i didn’t have one at the time. to which my mother never told her to stop. i don’t honestly remember anymore, we were frenemies from that point on. i think i blocked some of it out because it caused trauma. we would be good one day and then fighting the next. i was also a mean girl at times, but this was mostly as a result of her being toxic towards me. i also had bad traits too, and was very ignorant. i am not and was not an innocent angel, but i was 8! i know now that she possibly had mental issues, but i accused her of faking depression.(to my defense, it really seemed like she was. she would cry on video on tiktok)i also have many memories of her at my house being a spoiled brat which is what i WILL call her because there’s no better way to say it .My parents work very hard to have the stuff that we do have. we are not rich and have struggles with money.when i was 8i had my barbie smart house. she was pushing the elevator up and down(an electrical one and she was doing it roughly) and my dad yelled at her. maybe this wasn’t his place to do,but cmon this girls mom literally just dropped her off at our house and my mom let her in without asking if i was even in the mood for a playdate. Obviously he is going to yell! it’s a barbie smarthouse!! very very expensive. she started crying afterwards which isn’t my issue. most children cry after being scolded (hell even now i be crying😭) my issue is with that my mother decided to run after her into my bedroom and comfort her and hug her. she never did this for me. she was nicer to alicia most likely because of her issues, (if she has any)but damn i’m ur child! another moment was when her mother once again just brought her to our home randomly without texting about a playdate the day before. (she had errands to do and i respect that but.. it’s honestly rude to assume we want another child here.) we were having a pool party with two of my friends who i still talk to this day. let’s call them blonde and ginger. me and ginger wanted to have the pool for ourself just for a moment to show off our dance. we politely asked if they could step out for a second and she threw a fit. blonde and gingers mom was mad at them and i got yelled at by my father. i got grounded,forced to apologize,and sent inside. she lies about this situation to this day and claims i called her”not pog”(ew i hate dreamsmp and it also didn’t even become popular until 2020.it was 2018.) she lies and twists stories to her liking to make herself seem like a victim of bullying by me. this time we invited her over,she also cried about having to get out the pool and help us put the pool cover on. it’s our pool and if my dad wants her to do something she should do it and not whine.my father yelled again, my mom telling him to stop, and comforting alicia once again. she never did this for me i grew up wiping my own tears which i still do and now have trouble expressing emotion in relationships. she lied to her friends about me and said i bullied her. i also struggle with anger issues now half of which probably has to do with her because i’m angry that no one believed me and some still do not. my mother accused me of bullying her and told me (8 year old again) that murderers will go for me and try to k word me first because they think i am a bully. recently told her she should’ve just adopted her and she loves her more than me. she told me to move on but it is hard when it caused me so much pain— i don’t hate my parents,i love them very much and i’m working on getting a better relationship,but i resent them. i resent the kind old l teacher who everyone loved, who accused me of whispering about alicia.(i did talk shit about alicia and i do about her but teacher lady had 0 clue.) “people talk about me and i know how that feels”-teacher lady. i resent the childhood friend,Australia, who commented on my tiktok about me needing to leave her alone and alicia tagged my account saying i bullied her,crying on camera when i had dropped her that day for being a toxic spoiled hypocrite . BY DEFINITON I LEFT ALICIA ALONE BY DROPPING HER BUT ALICIA DIDNT WANT TO SAY THAT PART!it doesn’t give her the sad victim image she wants.her mother texted mine because alicia said she wanted to (not going to say on here so i’ll just say do bad things to herself). parents immediately looked through the phone they gave me. they saw the hurtful things she said about me by which i retaliated back.decided i was the bully and sent me to bed,spanked me,and took away the phone. Do you know how much it hurts a nine year old when it feels like noone understands the big complex feelings you have in such a small body? Sounds messed up but i was very jealous of her and her ability to get away with so much from everyone due to her mental illness or whatever she had going on. i resent everyone who believed her in the past even though it was 4th grade. there is so much more. she did terrible stuff to my friends and her ex. maybe i got a miracle, now i am the popular one and she is alone most of the time. i heard she still says i bullied her,that stupid pog thing,i’m a fake latina(i am adopted with white parents ),takes pics of me , lied to my bf last year,lied to my friends, and many people have apologized to me for believing her overdramaticized fairytales. but she changed something in me that idk if ill get back. the ability to trust. i know i suffer with anxious feelings because of her fs.+the resentment i feel to the people i love the most. since i was very young all i’ve ever known is to be angry which ends in me cussing people out,physically fighting and accidentally hurting loved one’s feelings. again not trying to make myslef seem like a victim(just explanations for why i’ve acted the way i have),so here’s some shitty things i’ve done to her.
Things i’ve done to alicia: •talked shit back,still do to this day but mostly just about what happened bc my image is now tainted •threatened to fight her last year •talked shit about her mom not disciplining her enough •made fun of her haircut •made fun of her interests •made fun of her unibrow with her best friend in 4th grade •call her names •was jealous of her, seemed like my mom didn’t love me and only loved her
I want to be better. i do. i feel cold and mean.I’m working on it but i want a moral viewpoint. please be kind in the comments but tell me if i am the AH. i want to be able to sleep at night and fix my life.

Throwaway account and fake names for obvious reasons.
For some background, my wife Jane (24F) and I (26M) have been together for seven years. Her brother Jack was one of my good friends in school, and honestly I thought she was both hot and funny for several years before I finally worked up the courage to ask her out. I'm still in disbelief that she agreed, since I was definitely not the most attractive or most outgoing member of the friend group that she occasionally joined her brother to hang out with. Many a dumb, teenaged comment were made about how Jack's sister was hot, charming, etc. Jack always told us to knock it off, and ask her out if we had the balls. Well, turns out I was the first one the grow a pair, somehow.
And that sort of brings us to the problem. Three months ago, Jane gave birth to our son Jacob. We've been married for three years, and had decided that we wanted kids soon after the wedding. We waited a bit to improve our financial situation, which is now fairly secure. I am a civil engineer, and my salary has increased the point that Jane didn't have to worry about not being able to work for a while to both physically recover from the pregnancy, and focus on raising our son for a while. I don't at all mind her being a SAHM, and I make sure to clean up after myself at home so I'm not just offloading a bunch of chores onto her.
Overall, things are going pretty great. Jacob is healthy (and has a strong set of lungs), all the bills are paid, and Jane and I are both happy with our careers/roles. However, things hit a snag a month ago when Jane indicated that she felt recovered enough to resume having sex again, should I want. Our sex life has always been quite active, and I'll admit, not being able to be intimate with my wife for many months straight sucked, both physically and emotionally. However, I know that her physical condition was a lot more strenuous than mine, so I took care of myself in private and didn't say anything. However, I was quite happy to hear that Jane was feeling better, and that taking care of Jacob hadn't sapped all of her energy.
We had sex for the first time in five months, and immediately I noticed that things weren't quite as "snug" as they used to be. I'm pretty much exactly the average below the belt, and we had never had any problems with satisfying each other before, and I guess I wasn't expecting the difference to be as noticeable as it was. However, due to the fact that this was the first time I'd gotten more than a handjob in almost half a year, I didn't take significantly longer to finish than I normally would. Because of this, I didn't say anything about the difference in sensation, because even thinking about made me feel like an asshole. She'd pushed my son's entire body out of her, so complaining about how it felt to me seemed selfish.
However, the next time we had sex, it took me longer to finish than it did before the pregnancy. The difference was enough that Jane noticed it, and was subtly telling me to hurry up by the end, since she'd already finished and was ready to be done. When it took the same longer-than-normal time after that, she asked me if there was a reason why I couldn't seem to cross the finish line as quickly. I tried to tell her that it was just nerves, I was tired, etc, but she saw through that. She pushed, and I didn't want to lie to her. I told her that it "wasn't quite as taut as it used to be," my exact words.
She immediately became angry with me, saying that it was gross that I thinking about how she'd become looser after giving birth. Of course it wasn't going to be the same, she'd pushed out something way wider than my dick, etc. She said that it was extremely hurtful that I thought less of her based on her tightness, even though I never said that. She asked why it was taking me longer to finish than it took me before, and I answered with the words quoted above. I never said that was all I was thinking about, or that I thought less of her for it.
If anything, I love her more after having our son, because I saw first hand how much pregnancy fucking sucks and how she soldiered through with my help. She is the love of my life, and it felt terrible to be accused of only caring about how tight she was. I reminded her that I had initiated sex two out of the three times we'd had it after the pregnancy, so why would I do that if I was unsatisfied with her? It wasn't like I was unable to finish at all, it was just taking me longer to do so. I tried to sit down and talk with her the next day after she'd cooled off, but when I brought it up she just became angry again and refused to discuss it.
Needless to say, I haven't tried anything remotely sexual since this fight a week ago. She always kisses me on the cheek when I leave for work, but since our argument even that gesture has felt less enthusiastic, like she's only doing it because she's always done it and doesn't want to start another fight. I pray that she doesn't feel that way about sex too, but I don't know at this point.
TL;DR: Had sex with my wife for the first time after she gave birth. She noticed I was taking longer to finish and confronted me. I said that it was because it "wasn't quite as taut as it used to be," and she became angry and is refusing to discuss the subject with me.
AITAH?

I was kind of bored, so I decided to write this story about Sunny and Nephis, as if it were a description of the Nightmare Spell. It turned out longer than expected. It was quite fun to write; I noticed some parallels that I hadn't seen before. I hope you enjoy it, and sorry for any mistakes; English is not my native language, so I had to use ChatGPT to translate.
A shadow wandered alone over a desolate world, without a master or anything else, only with the clothes on its back. Surrounded by darkness, the shadow found a star. This star had such a strong and beautiful glow that the shadow couldn't help but be enchanted by it. So, the shadow made a decision that would change its life and decided to follow the star.
As they wandered through the desolate world, the star and the shadow got to know each other better, making the shadow realize that, even though their natures were so different, they were not as different as they seemed. Neither had anything that tied them to the world, both had been exposed to cruelty from an early age. While one had been banished from the light, the other had been banished from the shadows. The shadow learned the art of the sword from the star; meanwhile, the star learned the art of deception from the shadow. This complementary duality made the shadow and the star unbeatable together. One fought in the shadows, hidden from everything and everyone, showing his strength and cunning to all who crossed his path, while the other fought on the front line, in front of everything and everyone, showing his strength and power to all who crossed his path.
But fate did not want the two to remain together for long. At the top of a tower, over the corpse of a useful traitor and the corpse of a ruinous sun, a portal out of that desolate world was opened, but only one of them could leave while the other would remain trapped in that infernal place. So, the shadow and the star fought, with the shadow emerging as the winner. However, with his cunning, the shadow discovered the truth of that clash, realizing the star's scheme to leave her behind without remorse. Previously, the shadow would have taken advantage of this opportunity with a smile on his face, but now the shadow, which once had nothing to tie him down, now had the star to tie him down.
So, the shadow decided that he would also remain in that desolate world, as together they were stronger. But the star, who would have previously used the shadow's strength with a smile on her face, did not want the shadow to risk his life. Just as the shadow had tied himself to the star, the star had tied herself to the shadow. So, in her selfish fear that the shadow would lose his life, the star sealed the shadow's fate, becoming his master and ordering the shadow to flee. Having his freedom taken away, the shadow cursed his destiny and made it his sworn enemy. The shadow, obsessed with the star and knowing it was only a matter of time before the star emerged from that desolate world, fought to become stronger than the star. However, the shadow always remained behind the star, and when he finally managed to surpass her, the star emerged from the desolate world, this time stronger than ever.
After such a reunion, the shadow and the star tried to ignore the existence of the cursed chains that bound them, but this did not last long. After an argument, the shadow fled from the star to an icy desert, this time determined to become stronger than the star. After facing various adversities in the cursed icy desert, the shadow and the star met once more and once again showed the world what they were capable of doing together, making the impossible possible. But after the battle, cornered, both the shadow and the star had to flee to a place where time flowed like a river. There, together, they fought against various adversities once again, and this time, more mature, the shadow could finally understand and accept his feelings towards the star: “I love her.”
However, deep down in his mind, the shadow could hear his own madness shouting a truth he did not want to accept: “Is there anything more pathetic than a slave who begins to trust his slaver?” The shadow, knowing this truth, decided that he would do everything possible and impossible to break the cursed chains so that he could be with his beloved star. So, the shadow turned his back on everything and everyone and sailed to a place where time did not exist, and over the grave of someone who was forgotten, he had his destiny taken. Without a destiny, there was no place for the cursed chains to bind. However, this came at a high price, a price the shadow did not know and did not want to pay: oblivion. Being forgotten by everything and everyone, including his beloved star, the shadow abandoned his own happiness and returned to the desolate world. There, he chose a place where the light reigns sovereign to establish his small shadowy kingdom and there he waited until the day he could reunite with his beloved star.
This is the story of the one who once bore the forgotten name of Lost from Light, the legitimate heir of death and the bastard son of destiny.

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A soft chuckle filled the cave, carrying with it so much weight that not a single echo chased after it. It was as if, instead of making a sound, her laugh transmitted directly into his head and filled his body.
“It is alright child,” She petted his head. “Unlike the immortals from the stories you may have heard, I do not care for customs and formalities such as these. Raise your head.”
The way that she spoke reminded Mareus of Elder Guo in the almost ancient way that he would form his sentences while speaking in commands. Though it didn’t feel as if she was being overbearing.
Mareus struggled to his knees while looking everywhere except for her face. His eyes darted around her outline, looking into the darkness behind her, at the way her hair moved in the still air. Doing everything they could to avoid recognizing the disdain present in her gaze. Instead, when he finally met her eyes, he only saw softness accompanied by lines only formed with a gentle smile. Similar to the face a mother would make when consoling a crying child.
“Tell me your name, child.”
“M-my name… my name is Maris. I-I don't have a family name, but I was raised by a grandmother with the name Hua.” Starting to feel more comfortable, he asked. “May I know the name of the person who saved me?”
“Hmm, Mare-us.” She mulled over his name for a moment, as if she were determining what characters it used and their meaning. “Yes, it's a good name. The person who picked it chose wisely.”
He wasn't quite sure what to say. He never actually asked where his name came from. So he wasn't sure if it was his parents who chose, or his grandmother. He did ask her what it meant when he was younger, she could never give him a full answer though. Instead, she told him how the first character meant ‘endless’. “Like the boundless and infinite sea,” she would explain.
Having never seen the sea Mareus wasn't sure exactly how true that was, but he did ask a villager who had traveled outside the valley once, and they compared it to the sky. Because of that, he would often stare at the blue sky during the day, tracing the heaven’s scar as it ran into the horizon.
The woman continued to run her fingers through his hair like she would with a beloved pet. “I do have no family name. As such, I have many names over my life. The one I am currently fond of is Fu Kong.”
As if she had gotten what she came for, she gracefully rose to her feet and retreated back to the edge of the darkness. The shadows that fled when she revealed herself now returning, bathing the cave in total darkness.
“Do make sure to eat your meals, I will return with a change clothes for you. Unless, that is, you prefer those rags clinging to your bandages?”
Mareus lowered him so back into kowtow. “Mistress Fu Kong, you bless me with your kindness.”
His words were met with silence, and after a few heartbeats he raised his head to find only darkness awaiting him.
After breaking free from the awe, he finally examined his body for the first time. He had become noticeably thinner from skipping so many meals while his body was healing. It wasn't quite at the level that could be considered unhealthy, but he was already smaller than most children his age, and now he even skinnier.
His thick black hair was crusted and knotted, with some of it knitted into his robes. It's oil seeping into what was left of his clothes and his bandages. That wasn't the worst of it, though. The thing that shocked him the most was the stench.
While retching, he thought. How did I noticed this before?
Mareus reeked with the pungent odor of rot and filth. He was reminded of after the wedding and the parts of the Shou that were left in the field to decompose before being turned into fertilizer.
Breaking free from his regrettable fantasy, he felt a kind of enlightenment that was quickly replaced with embarrassment. I can't believe I was in front of someone like her while like this. He agonized and rolled in his makeshift bed while covering his face.
He frantically looked around for anything to help him hide the stench and, hopefully, his shame. When he noticed a few things that weren't there before. The darkness of the cave faded again, as if the shadows were imitating the clouds on an overcast day.
Without the distraction of a heavenly fairy or his eyes blurred from his tears, he could finally clearly make out his surroundings. And it was no wonder he could find the exit before, instead of a wide area, naturally carved out inside a cave. The room was more like a misshapen bowl with a high ledge that led to several more dark passages.
In the bowl, the closest wall had a small table and stool with a used candle and some parchment. The adjacent one revealed a pile of furs he couldn’t recognize. On the far end of the cave were some plants he'd never seen before. As Mareus got closer he noticed: a small bucket of water, a piece of pumice soap, and a cloth.
He absentmindedly spoke. “I guess she really thought of everything.”
Mareus realized that either the stool was far heavier than it looked, or he had gotten that much weaker as he struggled to drag it between two bigger plants. He tore off his tattered clothes and sat down before fighting with his bandages.
“I'm glad you're taking the initiative to explore on your own.”
He connected the sudden voice into a lot of his feet while trying to cover anything he could. Although the remains of his robe didn't cover much more than the wraps already were.
Unbothered, Fu Kong continued. “I worried that you'd fall back into your depression after I'd left. But seeing you up and about is a testament to the strength of your soul.”
He slowly climbed back onto his seat as the strange woman spoke. Making sure to have most of his body turned away from her. When she suddenly stopped speaking, he looked back to see if he had disappeared again. Instead, she was gracefully sitting on a inky black ledge he didn't notice before.
“Mistress, I don't want to seem disrespectful, but do you need something from me?”
Her face didn't change as she thought for a moment. “There's no rush, I can wait until you're ready.”
Accepting that she had no intention of giving him any privacy, he started scrubbing the areas that weren't covered by his bandages. He quickly noticed that when he accidentally scrubbed over the edges of the bandage, it drank the soapy water. What was even more surprising was that the characters wriggled like they were alive before the bandages secreted some sort of brown substance.
The stink was even more horrendous than before, he immediately slapped it away and watched as it splashed in the bucket. The gunk sizzled away in a matter of seconds until the water was clear again.
Experimentally, he cupped his hand and scooped some of the water onto his leg. Mareus immediately regretted that because the smell was so overwhelming he released what little there was left in his stomach into the bucket.
While covering his nose, he hurriedly cleaned up the remainder of the gunk and made sure to only wash small sections before scraping away what came out into the bucket.
Train to distract himself, he started up a conversation with the woman watching over him. “You said you'd wait until I was ready. What am I supposed to be ready for?”
“Before anything else, we'll have to get you something substantial in your stomach, or you'll waste away completely. You’ll also be needing new robes that are preferably more durable. Your old ones are beyond anything that could be called clothes now, and there's no point of getting you ones that will only fall apart right away.”
Mareus stared at the tattered cloth that was no different than the rag he was using to wash his own body. Wondering just what exactly she had in store for him.
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I just need to know why I have no friends. At the end of my senior year in high school I had two best friends, one at the end of the year decided smoking weed was more fun and then the second one just ghosted me and when I try and go into his work he just goes and hides in the back, he really especially hurt me (afab person… don’t know if that matters man) I’ve just been very depressed because my entire life I’ve never had any constant friends in my life.

Im PCSing end of June and I have a TDY CONUS. I have two dependents one being a 4 month old. Will they accompany me to my 2 week tdy?

Okay, I know that the title sounds bad.
Throwaway account, my friends follow my personal account. Also, english is not my first language, I'm from Latin America. To be honest, my english is pretty rusty right now, so there might be some mistakes. Also, the post is pretty long, so I apologize in advance for that.
So for some background, I (32F) married my now ex husband Pablo (35M) five years ago, we dated two years before that. We have a four years old daughter together. To make it short, we started to have problems like a year and a half ago, having a toddler, both of us working two hard jobs just made everything real difficult, and it all got worst when he ended up cheating on me. If we didn't have a daughter, I would have ghosted him and the next time he would have heard from me would have been through my lawyers and with divorce papers. I have a low tolerance for this kind of things and know when to walk out, but we have a daughter together, and as much as I don't think that it can be good to stay in a marriage for a child, she was still real little and didn't want to miss any more time with her. Raising a toddler alone is really hard, and I didn't want that, so I agreed to couples counseling. He didn't put any excuses, he just begged for forgiveness over and over. I thought I was over the affair, I really thought that. I didn't think about it. But I started to talk over the phone with Guido (32M) like three months after I discovered my husband's affair. Guido and I dated for five years. From seventeen to twenty two. We started dating in our last year of highschool, and then we mantained a long distance relationship for two years, although we saw each other often, until he moved to the city I was living in. We eventually broke up because we wanted different things. He was sure about not wanting to have children, and even though I clearly didn't in that moment, I was sure I would want to become a mom in the future. So we left it at that. Plus, after my graduation I moved to the capital because I got a good job there, and he stayed there. But he had moved to the capital after his relationship ended because of his ex's cheating, and I was the only one he knew here. We started to talk regularly over the phone. Usually when I was on small breaks at work or while I was taking care of my daughter by myself. Then we started to do something we used to do often, and it was to play games online together on our free time. We used to do that a lot when we had a long distance relationship. Then we started to meet up from time to time, even went to the movies together. I tried to convince myself that we were just catching up, but it clearly wasn't like that, I wanted to be with him. I tried to put a stop to it. But Guido kissed me when I met him to tell him this, and even though I stopped him almost right away, as dramatic as it sounds, it was more than enough for me to realize that I couldn't stay married anymore if I had feelings for someone else. He apologized for kissing me, but asked me to leave my husband, since he knew I wasn't happy with him, and he was right. I was comfortable maybe, but not happy. Not at all. I realized I didn't actually forgave my ex husband, but I had fallen out of love, and that's why I didn't care about the affair. I should have known, like I said, I'm not the kind who would forgive cheating, but I didn't think you could fall out of love with someone you've been for so long that fast, and I guess I mistaked familiarity with love.
This is already going too long. I started the divorce proceedings, I sat Pablo down and explained that I was divorcing him. He cried and cried, begged for another chance, but I just told him no, that I had fallen out of love with him and there was no going back from that. He gave up after insisting and begging, and literally didn't put any complications on the divorce, he didn't berated me or anything like that during the divorce. We sold our house, split the money and got 50/50 custody. I bought a nice apartment with two bedrooms close to my daughter's kindergarden, and a couple of weeks after the divorce had been finalized, I asked Guido to meet up. We hadn't seen each other since I had informed him about me getting a divorce, just because I didn't want to start anything being married, and also, he was bussy trying to get a promotion. We decided to give it a shot, but I asked him for us to take things slow, and he agreed to it. And we have been dating for a couple of months now, and it has been great. My friends and my family, who I'm really close to, knows about us. My family in particular is real happy, they never really liked Pablo that much, and they always loved Guido, especially my dad. But he doesn't knows my daughter yet, that's why Pablo just recently found out about me and Guido being back together. Pablo didn't take the news too good, and when he came to pick our daughter, he was really mad at me. He started to tell me I led him on into thinking I could forgive him for months just to dump him for my ex. That he had tried his best to make up for what he did to me, to win my trust back and when he finally thought he had done it, I crushed his heart. Saying he has been miserable since I left him, and he really does look bad and depressed. He has gained weight, he looks tired all the time and I haven't seen him smile in months. But I told him that if I falled out of love with him is because he betrayed me in the worst way possible, and that's on him entirely. I tried to forgive him, but I couldn't and I falled out of love, and I can't change that. I told him I'm sorry if he's hurt now, but after all, it's the consequences of his own actions, and I won't apologize for falling in love with someone else, because again, it probably wouldn't have happend if he hadn't cheated on me. Now he needs to move on and that's it, and I even suggested therapy for him.
My friends and family are on my side and they are telling me I did nothing wrong, but I think they would be on my side even if I had set the house on fire with him inside, so I don't think their opinions are that neutral. I have my doubts, AITA?

I’m running out of room. The last two years I had a 4x8 raised bed thats 32” tall that I built and the indeterminate tomatoes completely took it over and were out of control. I learned now I should have removed more suckers so that I had one or maybe 2 main stems which would reduce total harvest but it would be better than a monster that just ends up hurting itself.
This year I built two 3x10 beds at 16” high and one more 4x8 but only 10” tall (which is planted with onions because I really wanted to try them) so I basically I am at 124 square feet of garden space. I have 6 tomato plants which I split between 2 beds and put eggplant and peppers and herbs in between as they have been more manageable than tomatoes.
Now I still have 8 San Marzano plants that I grew from seed and I am giving away most of them but I would like to do a pot. My idea was to get a 18-24” wide cheap plastic pot and cut out the bottom and dig a hole about the same size as the pot to essentially make a small temporary raised bed. So the roots can go as deep as they want and the grass and weeds can’t reach much. But also I would be able to get plenty of space between without wasting any bed space.

i dont really know the best way to start with all the things i want to say, so i guess ill just get to the point. i have feelings for you. i really really like you a lot. when we first met, i thought you were pretty cute and my interest was piqued when you told me you were bi but that was the extent of it. but then over time, we became so much closer. ive never been as close to anyone as ive been to you and ive never had anyone stand up for me and care for me like you do.
i started developing feelings. i was too scared to say anything, though. i know you arent the most comfortable with your sexuality and also have had a lot of bad experiences with relationships in the past and the last thing i wanted was to ruin our friendship. but i really regret it now.
ok, now that that's out of the way, i have a lot of questions that i need to ask you. first of all, is this a surprise to you? you told me you were sure the girl youre dating now liked you months before you got together, so its not like youre completely oblivious to these things. i just want to know if youve caught on to my feelings too. and this will really tie into the next question, which is
please explain your actions to me. ive never been more confused in my life. when you started dating this girl, i thought i needed to start trying to move on. thats why i hooked up with that guy over spring break, actually. but it didnt work, and you didnt make it very easy honestly. you started living at my apartment. were even officially moving in together in a month. i genuinely dont know the last time you slept at your place. and here's the part that needs the explanation: you asked me to cuddle more than once. the first time, you told me to get in closer a few times. just recently, you were asleep on my couch so i got you a blanket and you told me to join you. this was the same as asking me to spoon with you. is this really platonic? and this ties into my final, most important question
could things have gone differently? what if i did join you that night on the couch? i got so nervous and you seem pretty sure about your relationship with this girl. i felt like i should still be trying to move on and was high so i wasnt thinking super clearly so i ended up not joining you. but then the literal day after that is when the two of you started posting each other. is that connected? and even further back. you didnt like this girl when she confessed her feelings. you told me that. you only started liking her after trying to "see where it goes." not to mention me and her are very similar, both of you have made comments about it. so, if i just said something first, could we be together right now?
i just want to know how you feel about me.

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“I hate it.”
Mareus slapped his mouth and bit down on his lips in a futile attempt to capture his half-asleep words. His body tensed while listening for any signs of the stranger, bracing himself for some monster of a person to come rushing from the dark to finish him off.
Though, it didn’t matter in the end if they were paying attention to him or not. They clearly already knew where he was and, for some reason, chose to leave him alone after pulling him from the rubble and treating his injuries.
He clutched at his stomach, his hunger pangs goading him to push aside the anxiety and crawl his way towards the bowl still waiting patiently for him. There were no signs of it being changed or infested by any of the creatures hiding away, in fact, a gentle warmth still radiated from it. A pleasant aroma floated through the still air as if it had a will of its own, enticing him like some carnivorous flower lying in wait.
Mareus ignored his pain and fatigue as he absentmindedly made his way closer to the beckoning meal. What was he so worried about? If the stranger hadn’t done anything yet, then they probably weren’t going to from the start. It wasn’t like he was in any state to resist them anyway.
That’s right. He justified. It’s just sitting there, waiting for me.
The bowl was only a breath away now. Mareus stretched against his bandages enough for the wrappings around his fingers to brush the rim before the markings let out a faint light and constricted his body. He was almost there and wouldn’t give up, one more time he resisted their binding and was able to hook his finger on the inside of the rim.
Putting all the strength he had into the one finger he fought against the rough, uneven ground to reel in his catch. A faint glow lit up the black stone and his heart stopped before his restraints forced his arm back. Spilling his only food in a mocking halo as the bowl rolled on its side.
That was it, his only food mixed in with the wet dirt of the cave floor. He almost dove at it before realizing the intense hunger and drive he had was now fading away. His hunger was still there to some degree, but now it was more like an emptiness scratching at the back of his stomach. The overwhelming desire to eat was almost entirely gone.
A faint breeze brought his attention back to the bowl and he watched as markings like the ones on his bandages let out one last dim breath of light. When they went dark his hunger returned to the back of his mind.
After crawling back into his hole, the cave was filled with the sounds of hundreds of insects rushing over and feasting on the spilled meal. The echoes of chitin tapping on stone and trudging through the mush assaulting his ears. Covering his ears only replaced their frenzy with the sound of his blood flowing through his ears.
Mareus alternated between listening to the rhythmic thumps lulling him to sleep and the chittering that convinced him, more than once, that the insects had crawled in his ears. The minutes drawing into hours, maybe even days, as reason began slipping away.
A gentle clack of wood being placed on stone silenced the world.
He carefully rolled over and saw another bowl, the insects were gone, the mess was cleaned. It was like everything that happened was a dream, only this time he didn’t have this unnatural drive compelling him to reach the bowl.
Whatever the markings were meant to do, this one didn’t seem to have them. He watched as the cave life made their way back to his food. They didn’t attack it right away this time, instead they circled their prey waiting for the right time. Mareus closed his eyes and focused on listening for their movements when he heard a damp thud that must have been one of them falling in the food.
That sound must have been the signal the rest were waiting for because they converged on the meal and devoured with a gluttony he didn’t know they were capable of. Despite the gut churning sounds, he focused on every bit as he counted his heart beat.
Two thousand four hundred and twenty…seven.
The cave had finally settled down again as the insects returned to their hiding places. Mareus kept counting though, he had to stay focused so he could figure out how to tell when the stranger was coming. He had no idea how often they came by but he needed to learn anything he could if he wanted to make it back home.
Twenty-eight thousand seven hundred and ninety-five.
Muffled steps approached the bowl and wordlessly replaced it with another, the gentle clank dancing around the cave walls. Words wanted to leave his mouth, to ask the stranger questions, to make demands. But, what would he say, what could he say?
Mareus’ chest tightened as he tried to find the words, his mind struggling with the growing distraction of the empty feeling in his stomach. They were gone as silently as they arrived.
He started counting again. Using the hunger pangs to fight his body’s cries for sleep he waited out another four or five changes of the bowl. He couldn’t remember exactly anymore as his guard lightened and the exhaustion wrapped around him like a warm blanket. Against his best effort sleep finally took him.
The elders were watching over the younger generations going about their routines. The whole village was in the middle of doing their morning exercises with the sunrise, the bigger clans and families had their yards filled with people flowing from stance to stance, while the smaller families gathered in front of the Elder’s Hall or practiced in their gardens.
Before he knew it, Mareus was running errands and was racing pass villagers tending to fields of medicinal herbs and vegetables while guards kept their eyes on the edge of the forest for any signs of wild beasts.
Then one day a doctor from some big sect visited them and told him that he had the cure to his diverted meridians. The village elders held a big celebration in front of their hall and they had a special ceremony where Granny Hua accepted him as a disciple. When he looked out to the crowd, the sun shone on hundreds of smiling faces.
Tears ran down his face as he smiled and waved at everyone. The salty taste made the world shimmer like a painting being washed away.
Please don’t go. He thought.
The infection of reality found its way into his heart and the dream continued to shimmer before warping and twisting the scene from before.
Mountains of rubble replaced the beautiful homes that stood for generations. One after another the people fell while letting out muted screams. Smoke began to fill the air like some ghostly fog and ash painted the now faceless bodies strewn everywhere. Bodiless cries fought with one another to be helped.
Mareus fell to his knees at the center of the destruction while pleading. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t take them from me again.”
The one eyed man towered over him, tall enough for his hair to brush the clouds. The evil in his clenched grin poured out like a thick miasma that choked him as he watched Sister Mai rushing over.
He tried to scream at her to stay away but his voice was now completely cut off. Mareus now stood over himself watching the helpless child he truly was, he followed his own pleading gaze and turned to watch a young woman he recognized but couldn’t place at the moment.
She picked up a piece of a wooden beam and charged at him, her tears turning to blood as she let out a voiceless scream.
Mareus quickly searched the sky for his enemy, Where are they? Why is it so quiet?
When he looked back down his arm was through the back of the woman and he finally recognized the angry face staring daggers at him as the light left her eyes.
He watched as the giant man turned back to him and let Mai’s lifeless body fall to the ground. The crimson drenching the monster’s hand leaking and painting his own with the blood of the woman he called his big sister.
The one eyed man shot into the air and the force of the impact shook him awake.
It was easier to fight his exhaustion this time as he waited for the stranger to replace the bowl. When they replaced it this time, they lingered as if they wanted to say something. This time the anger and pain he felt didn’t let him hesitate.
“Wh-“ His dry unused voice turned into a breath. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why…”
The effort of forcing that whisper was already difficult, he wanted to say so much more. He couldn’t tell if they were still waiting in the dark, or if they were even willing to listen. His voice was clawing to get out, he was tired of waiting.
His skin buzzed as he waited and moistened his throat. The question was out there now, at least the most important part. ‘Why?’ There was so much more racing through his mind that he could add while the presence remained silent.
Why me? What made you save me? Why didn’t you leave me with them? Why do I have to be alone?
An unseen pressure grew in the dark as his question went unanswered. It was like the chill he would get coming back late at night and he felt like something was watching him from the forest, waiting to pounce. It kept growing sharper until a sudden cool warmth touched the nape of his neck and gingerly ran down the length of his back.
A cold, yet familiar feeling voice finally broke the silence. “It would be a waste. Letting such a potential vanish from this world.”
The stranger brushed the matted hair from his neck. Their simple and straightforward gesture giving off the feeling of a beast playing with its catch knowing it could kill it at anytime.
“I feel for your loss, truly. My heart aches for the ill fate that placed those ‘experts’ in your home. I couldn’t allow your path to end because of a game between mere children.” Their voice danced between compassionate and venomous.
The gentle pressure of them rubbing his back relaxed him and Mareus became even more aware of how tired and sore his body was. Although, as they continued it felt like everything faded away. Not so much as if he was being relieved of everything, it was more like everything was being taken away and swallowed by a void that wouldn’t make him take it back.
Mareus sat up slowly and with a hoarse voice he asked. “What makes me so special?” He inhaled, “Why didn’t you stop them?!” His scream tore into his lungs and filled his throat with the taste of iron.
Water filled his eyes as he faced the disembodied presence.
The stranger gently embraced him, their cool robes enveloping him. “Poor child.”
“You could have saved all of th-em.” His trembling voice couldn’t hide the pain any longer. Still, Mareus stared through blurry eyes and did his best to look them in the face.
A thin hand brushed away his tears. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there sooner. Their battle had already moved south, and what they left behind…” They trailed off.
While wrapped in their arms he listened to the grief in their voice. Unsure of what to think anymore. Why did they wait so long? Why did they leave me here in the dark? Were they hurt too? Mareus found himself wondering if he was being selfish.
“Before I could chase after them, I sensed the faint trace of your life clinging on to any shred of hope. After digging you out and applying some emergency medicine I lost track of their energies. Instead of searching for them I made the decision to at least make sure you survived.”
Mareus realized that there was something ethereal in the way they talked. Their tone wasn’t distant, but at the same time it felt like they were a world away from him. The image of a mother apologizing for something she wasn’t responsible for popped in his mind.
His body began to feel lighter than it had been since he woke up in the cave. “Thank you.” He relented.
He gingerly wiped away his tears as if testing if his body would suddenly start listening to him. When he opened them again, the dark world that surrounded him expanded and he could now see all the way to the other wall of the cave.
Am I really not in the afterlife? He thought.
The formless shadow of his savior was replaced with a celestial fairy that stepped out from one of Elder Guo’s stories and descended into this pit to comfort him. She wore a snow white hanfu with a wide sash that hugged tightly against her. The sleeves and hem were far longer than normal like if the seamstress forgot to remove the excess material.
Her otherworldly appearance stood out against the darkness with her iridescent skin illuminating the cave. Her shadow like hair, even darker than the surroundings blackness. She looked like a master craftsman had picked the most exquisite material to craft a lifelike doll that would shatter if you looked at it the wrong way. Only to the fill that doll with the essence of deepest parts of the night sky.
Mareus completely forgot his fatigue as he collapsed into a bow and laid his head to the floor. In an attempt to imitate the older members of his village when speaking to the elders, he said. “I apologize for being so disrespectful. I humbly want to thank the generous immortal for saving this life.”
His body trembled from the effort of supporting his weight, but he continued to wait as sweat formed on the back of his neck and ran down his face. Unsure of what this heaven-like being would do to him if he had disrespected her further.
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I finished Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul a while ago (only 2 really good shows I watched so Im pretty new to this type of thing).
loved those two shows and Ive heard a lot of Snowfall fans tell me that Snowfall is apparently just as good as them. I havent watched a lot of shows because I really dont want to spend so much time on something that I might not even like that much in the end (I dropped The Walking Dead for example, not cuz it was bad just too long), and Ive been thinking about watching another show thats really good that could actually be worth spending time on, So is Snowfall actually as good as brba or bcs? If not then what show should I watch?

Yeah, I know, it’s so paradoxical to use a hashtag to complain about the lack of social skills, especially when I don’t have social media.
I’ve previously talked about this, but two or three weeks have passed. So I’ll make a summary.
I started to talk to other class-mates (Uni, Bachelor) on this second half of the academic year. I managed to get, in the course of two to three months, gradually closer to them. At that point I was super happy to get close to a group of people!
But then, I don’t know if because the classes were ending, I tried a final move: making a study group on a well known instant messaging platform. To stay in touch, keep ourselves accountable, and help each other.
They agreed, and immediately they made the group in my behalf. And then… nothing. The last days with lessons, I kept seeing how they communicated using the smartphone, quite frequently, but the group we created was… dead. So they were using their own group or another app?
When the classes ended, I sent a message and… nobody replied. Mind you, it wasn’t a question. Because I hate asking something and nobody replying me, it hurts my ego. So if I know there’s a chance I wont get a reply, I change it into a no-question message.
 
Regarding my studies, things are going wrong. Wrong. I’m failing the first exam, and I don’t know when will I react to start studying with more discipline. I’m unmotivated and depressed and overwhelmed by the info I must absorb and understand.
I think I failed at my attempt to integrate into a group, and I’m about to fail on my exams…

Okay, I know that the title sounds bad.
Throwaway account, my friends follow my personal account. Also, english is not my first language, I'm from Latin America. To be honest, my english is pretty rusty right now, so there might be some mistakes. Also, the post is pretty long, so I apologize in advance for that.
So for some background, I (32F) married my now ex husband Pablo (35M) five years ago, we dated two years before that. We have a four years old daughter together. To make it short, we started to have problems like a year and a half ago, having a toddler, both of us working two hard jobs just made everything real difficult, and it all got worst when he ended up cheating on me. If we didn't have a daughter, I would have ghosted him and the next time he would have heard from me would have been through my lawyers and with divorce papers. I have a low tolerance for this kind of things and know when to walk out, but we have a daughter together, and as much as I don't think that it can be good to stay in a marriage for a child, she was still real little and didn't want to miss any more time with her. Raising a toddler alone is really hard, and I didn't want that, so I agreed to couples counseling. He didn't put any excuses, he just begged for forgiveness over and over. I thought I was over the affair, I really thought that. I didn't think about it. But I started to talk over the phone with Guido (32M) like three months after I discovered my husband's affair. Guido and I dated for five years. From seventeen to twenty two. We started dating in our last year of highschool, and then we mantained a long distance relationship for two years, although we saw each other often, until he moved to the city I was living in. We eventually broke up because we wanted different things. He was sure about not wanting to have children, and even though I clearly didn't in that moment, I was sure I would want to become a mom in the future. So we left it at that. Plus, after my graduation I moved to the capital because I got a good job there, and he stayed there. But he had moved to the capital after his relationship ended because of his ex's cheating, and I was the only one he knew here. We started to talk regularly over the phone. Usually when I was on small breaks at work or while I was taking care of my daughter by myself. Then we started to do something we used to do often, and it was to play games online together on our free time. We used to do that a lot when we had a long distance relationship. Then we started to meet up from time to time, even went to the movies together. I tried to convince myself that we were just catching up, but it clearly wasn't like that, I wanted to be with him. I tried to put a stop to it. But Guido kissed me when I met him to tell him this, and even though I stopped him almost right away, as dramatic as it sounds, it was more than enough for me to realize that I couldn't stay married anymore if I had feelings for someone else. He apologized for kissing me, but asked me to leave my husband, since he knew I wasn't happy with him, and he was right. I was comfortable maybe, but not happy. Not at all. I realized I didn't actually forgave my ex husband, but I had fallen out of love, and that's why I didn't care about the affair. I should have known, like I said, I'm not the kind who would forgive cheating, but I didn't think you could fall out of love with someone you've been for so long that fast, and I guess I mistaked familiarity with love.
This is already going too long. I started the divorce proceedings, I sat Pablo down and explained that I was divorcing him. He cried and cried, begged for another chance, but I just told him no, that I had fallen out of love with him and there was no going back from that. He gave up after insisting and begging, and literally didn't put any complications on the divorce, he didn't berated me or anything like that during the divorce. We sold our house, split the money and got 50/50 custody. I bought a nice apartment with two bedrooms close to my daughter's kindergarden, and a couple of weeks after the divorce had been finalized, I asked Guido to meet up. We hadn't seen each other since I had informed him about me getting a divorce, just because I didn't want to start anything being married, and also, he was bussy trying to get a promotion. We decided to give it a shot, but I asked him for us to take things slow, and he agreed to it. And we have been dating for a couple of months now, and it has been great. My friends and my family, who I'm really close to, knows about us. My family in particular is real happy, they never really liked Pablo that much, and they always loved Guido, especially my dad. But he doesn't knows my daughter yet, that's why Pablo just recently found out about me and Guido being back together. Pablo didn't take the news too good, and when he came to pick our daughter, he was really mad at me. He started to tell me I led him on into thinking I could forgive him for months just to dump him for my ex. That he had tried his best to make up for what he did to me, to win my trust back and when he finally thought he had done it, I crushed his heart. Saying he has been miserable since I left him, and he really does look bad and depressed. He has gained weight, he looks tired all the time and I haven't seen him smile in months. But I told him that if I falled out of love with him is because he betrayed me in the worst way possible, and that's on him entirely. I tried to forgive him, but I couldn't and I falled out of love, and I can't change that. I told him I'm sorry if he's hurt now, but after all, it's the consequences of his own actions, and I won't apologize for falling in love with someone else, because again, it probably wouldn't have happend if he hadn't cheated on me. Now he needs to move on and that's it, and I even suggested therapy for him.
My friends and family are on my side and they are telling me I did nothing wrong, but I think they would be on my side even if I had set the house on fire with him inside, so I don't think their opinions are that neutral. I have my doubts, AITA?

So me and this friend (we will call them storm) became friends during Spanish class my sophomore year of high school and have been friends for about two years now. I became friends with them because we both shared a mutual friend and that mutual friend soon had a big falling out with storm and so I invited them to basically join my own friend group. During our Spanish class they would often mumble phrases in what sounded like a different language and when I asked them they said that they were mumbling Japanese because they are Japanese, they just don’t look like it. Their words exactly. I believed them thinking that no sane person would lie about being Japanese and storm seemed pretty normal to me at first. I asked more about their background and they told me that their mom was a white Christian southern woman and their dad was the Japanese one. However, their dad also doesn’t look Japanese because he hates being Japanese and so he got plastic surgery. Yes, fucking plastic surgery. I didn’t want to be rude so I once again believed them. Their dad was also directly from Japan since their grandparents still live in Japan but their dad somehow knew no Japanese whatsoever. They also told me that when they were born their parents sent them to live with their grandparents over in Japan from ages 0-8 and then they moved back to the U.S. (where we live). When I asked them what part of Japan they were from they told me that they lived in Kyoto. They would later go on to tell me that it was Osaka and then Hokkaido. Three completely different places. Storm and I were joking around one day in Spanish and they mumbled something in what I assumed was Japanese again and I asked them to say I’m a terrible person in Japanese as a joke and because I wanted to hear more of the language. They said a phrase and that was that. I asked them the very same thing the next day because I wanted to know the phrase for myself and they said something completely different. Not even remotely close to what they had said yesterday. I didn’t think much of it and just figured they used different wording or something. Storm tends to do this thing where they are very obviously lying about something that me and my friends are talking about just to join in on the conversation and have their own part. I usually have no problem with this since I think everyone lies a little to get to be better friends with people and to be included in conversations. However, I have been friends with them for 2 years now and the lying has just gotten worse. An example would be that just a few days ago me and my friends were talking about summer trips and how a few of us are going to Europe. Storm jumps into the conversation and says that they are going to Japan this summer. Mind you, they said this exact same thing last year and never went. They’ve also told me that they don’t have their passport and that their parents are awful and never let them go anywhere and are super strict. Why on earth would they suddenly let you go to Japan? It just never adds up but me and my friends never make a fuss about it. In March I was talking with a friend who also used to be friends with storm and they told me that they didn’t like them because they lied about being poor just to join in on the conversation. Storm tells people all the time how their dad gives them around 1k a week to spend and how they have a Camaro and they always offer to buy everything for their friends. I’ve been to their house and they have 5 cars on the driveway, including the Camaro. I know cars and 1k a week don’t exactly equal not being poor but it was kinda inconsiderate to say that they were since they are constantly bragging about how much money they have. It just doesn’t add up. I could see why my friend didn’t like them and I started to realize that a lot of what storm tells us doesn’t completely make sense. Now moving back to storms childhood. This is where everything really makes no sense at all. I myself am mixed (half Hispanic, half white) and one day I was talking about a horrible elementary school experience where I got bullied because of my unibrow and how I have darker hairs on my body than the other kids. Storm decided to join the conversation and says that they were bullied too for not knowing any English in elementary school. I was talking about the book Dune one day and Storm tells me that they have read Dune but they read it when they were really young to learn English. Fucking Dune. That book is hard for me to even read now how the fuck were you learning English from that at 8 years old. It could make sense if Storm was just really smart but they take all standard classes right now and get bad grades. I started to ask more people when Storm had told them the age that they had come over to the U.S. They all had different answers. I got 2,4,6,8, and the 6th grade. The person that said 8 was the mutual friend that me and storm shared before they had a falling out. I asked that friend more about what Storm had told them and they said that when they lived in Japan, their grandparents sent them away to this Buddhist camp for 6 months when they were 6 years old where they shaved their head. This threw me off completely and I started to experiment. I share art class with storm this year and I decided to ask them about their last name. I won’t disclose it here but it is a very white last name. I brought it up to them and they told me that they have their moms last name and not their dads Japanese one. When I asked what the Japanese last name was and they told me (I literally had them spell it out) and I looked it up on google. It wasn’t even a real fucking word . They told me it was Takamishido. They were silent and so I asked them more about their moms last name and they said that it was Russian and so they were part Russian because their moms parents are Russian. I looked up their last name and the only origins are Americanized Dutch. Nothing to do with being Russian at all. They were silent about that too . I asked them more about their childhood in Japan and they told me that they were homeschooled and don’t remember any Japanese or really anything from living in Japan from ages 0-8 because of a trauma response that made them forget everything. This all already made me mad since nothing was adding up but what really did it for me was when I got in trouble because during school there was a drug search in the parking lot and the cops dogs smelled weed on my car. The only friend I have that I knew for a fact smoked weed is storm and I know this because they have showed up to come hang out with me and my friends multiple times and been extremely high and smelled so strongly of weed. I had driven them to prom that last weekend and I guess they stunk up my car because they were high again. Stuff like this doesn’t usually happen to me so I was crying all day during school because I was confused and embarrassed. While my other friends comforted me, Storm ignored me all day and then at lunchtime proceeded to tell me to just fuck the cops. They know damn well they were the reason I got in trouble and said fucking nothing about it. They have also spoken multiple times about how they think people who do drugs are awful and affect others so bad yet they themselves do the exact thing. There are multiple other little horrible things they have done but these are just the main things. I’m writing this because I wanna know if I’m over exaggerating everything and they aren’t lying and I just can’t see it somehow. I feel like I am going crazy. Please help me.

I’m working on an early draft of my epic-ish fantasy novel. I’ve got two POV characters and am current alternating POVs with each chapter, but I’m finding that the chapters are turning out longer than I’d like (~5000 words, and I imagine they may get longer later on). I know it’s generally a good idea to let the chapter extend to where it wants to go, but I’m conscious of the fact that there are parts of my chapters where I could put in a chapter break if the story had a single POV, but can’t because that would mean switching to another POV. I tend to plot chapter by chapter, rather than adding chapter breaks after I’ve written the whole story.
Does anyone have any advice on how to navigate this kind of thing? I’d like to keep the two POVs, as it’s important for the plot of my stories, but I don’t want to end up with a load of 10,000-word chapters that I can’t switch around or edit because that would mess up the flow of the POVs

couldn’t put the tag, but tw for self harm
if your wondering why i have a problem with this being posted on other platforms, it’s because i know for a fact that the person i m talking about does not use reddit. and i’ll be deleting this afterwards. I am 15f. this is pretty dark elementary school drama but it has stuck with me since and has since haunted me😭😭 so this was about 2017 when i met this girl and let’s call her alicia. we hit it off at first because we both had similar interests. for background i was a shy girl who had gotten bullied in the past. it was going pretty good for a couple months with alicia.until she was also kind of mean to me and she would call me names(names that wouldn’t hurt me now, but at the time it did.) she called me a scaredy cat over something stupid and i got really upset at this. i remember holding back tears. she also did this on my moms phone as i didn’t have one at the time. to which my mother never told her to stop. i don’t honestly remember anymore, we were frenemies from that point on. i think i blocked some of it out because it caused trauma. we would be good one day and then fighting the next. i was also a mean girl at times, but this was mostly as a result of her being toxic towards me. i also had bad traits too, and was very ignorant. i am not and was not an innocent angel, but i was 8! i know now that she possibly had mental issues, but i accused her of faking depression.(to my defense, it really seemed like she was. she would cry on video on tiktok)i also have many memories of her at my house being a spoiled brat which is what i WILL call her because there’s no better way to say it .My parents work very hard to have the stuff that we do have. we are not rich and have struggles with money.when i was 8i had my barbie smart house. she was pushing the elevator up and down(an electrical one and she was doing it roughly) and my dad yelled at her. maybe this wasn’t his place to do,but cmon this girls mom literally just dropped her off at our house and my mom let her in without asking if i was even in the mood for a playdate. Obviously he is going to yell! it’s a barbie smarthouse!! very very expensive. she started crying afterwards which isn’t my issue. most children cry after being scolded (hell even now i be crying😭) my issue is with that my mother decided to run after her into my bedroom and comfort her and hug her. she never did this for me. she was nicer to alicia most likely because of her issues, (if she has any)but damn i’m ur child! another moment was when her mother once again just brought her to our home randomly without texting about a playdate the day before. (she had errands to do and i respect that but.. it’s honestly rude to assume we want another child here.) we were having a pool party with two of my friends who i still talk to this day. let’s call them blonde and ginger. me and ginger wanted to have the pool for ourself just for a moment to show off our dance. we politely asked if they could step out for a second and she threw a fit. blonde and gingers mom was mad at them and i got yelled at by my father. i got grounded,forced to apologize,and sent inside. she lies about this situation to this day and claims i called her”not pog”(ew i hate dreamsmp and it also didn’t even become popular until 2020.it was 2018.) she lies and twists stories to her liking to make herself seem like a victim of bullying by me. this time we invited her over,she also cried about having to get out the pool and help us put the pool cover on. it’s our pool and if my dad wants her to do something she should do it and not whine.my father yelled again, my mom telling him to stop, and comforting alicia once again. she never did this for me i grew up wiping my own tears which i still do and now have trouble expressing emotion in relationships. she lied to her friends about me and said i bullied her. i also struggle with anger issues now half of which probably has to do with her because i’m angry that no one believed me and some still do not. my mother accused me of bullying her and told me (8 year old again) that murderers will go for me and try to k word me first because they think i am a bully. recently told her she should’ve just adopted her and she loves her more than me. she told me to move on but it is hard when it caused me so much pain— i don’t hate my parents,i love them very much and i’m working on getting a better relationship,but i resent them. i resent the kind old l teacher who everyone loved, who accused me of whispering about alicia.(i did talk shit about alicia and i do about her but teacher lady had 0 clue.) “people talk about me and i know how that feels”-teacher lady. i resent the childhood friend,Australia, who commented on my tiktok about me needing to leave her alone and alicia tagged my account saying i bullied her,crying on camera when i had dropped her that day for being a toxic spoiled hypocrite . BY DEFINITON I LEFT ALICIA ALONE BY DROPPING HER BUT ALICIA DIDNT WANT TO SAY THAT PART!it doesn’t give her the sad victim image she wants.her mother texted mine because alicia said she wanted to (not going to say on here so i’ll just say do bad things to herself). parents immediately looked through the phone they gave me. they saw the hurtful things she said about me by which i retaliated back.decided i was the bully and sent me to bed,spanked me,and took away the phone. Do you know how much it hurts a nine year old when it feels like noone understands the big complex feelings you have in such a small body? Sounds messed up but i was very jealous of her and her ability to get away with so much from everyone due to her mental illness or whatever she had going on. i resent everyone who believed her in the past even though it was 4th grade. there is so much more. she did terrible stuff to my friends and her ex. maybe i got a miracle, now i am the popular one and she is alone most of the time. i heard she still says i bullied her,that stupid pog thing,i’m a fake latina(i am adopted with white parents ),takes pics of me , lied to my bf last year,lied to my friends, and many people have apologized to me for believing her overdramaticized fairytales. but she changed something in me that idk if ill get back. the ability to trust. i know i suffer with anxious feelings because of her fs.+the resentment i feel to the people i love the most. since i was very young all i’ve ever known is to be angry which ends in me cussing people out,physically fighting and accidentally hurting loved one’s feelings. again not trying to make myslef seem like a victim(just explanations for why i’ve acted the way i have),so here’s some shitty things i’ve done to her.
Things i’ve done to alicia: •talked shit back,still do to this day but mostly just about what happened bc my image is now tainted •threatened to fight her last year •talked shit about her mom not disciplining her enough •made fun of her haircut •made fun of her interests •made fun of her unibrow with her best friend in 4th grade •call her names •was jealous of her, seemed like my mom didn’t love me and only loved her
I want to be better. i do. i feel cold and mean.I’m working on it but i want a moral viewpoint. please be kind in the comments but tell me if i am the AH. i want to be able to sleep at night and fix my life.

Okay, I know that the title sounds bad.
Throwaway account, my friends follow my personal account. Also, english is not my first language, I'm from Latin America. To be honest, my english is pretty rusty right now, so there might be some mistakes. Also, the post is pretty long, so I apologize in advance for that.
So for some background, I (32F) married my now ex husband Pablo (35M) five years ago, we dated two years before that. We have a four years old daughter together. To make it short, we started to have problems like a year and a half ago, having a toddler, both of us working two hard jobs just made everything real difficult, and it all got worst when he ended up cheating on me. If we didn't have a daughter, I would have ghosted him and the next time he would have heard from me would have been through my lawyers and with divorce papers. I have a low tolerance for this kind of things and know when to walk out, but we have a daughter together, and as much as I don't think that it can be good to stay in a marriage for a child, she was still real little and didn't want to miss any more time with her. Raising a toddler alone is really hard, and I didn't want that, so I agreed to couples counseling. He didn't put any excuses, he just begged for forgiveness over and over. I thought I was over the affair, I really thought that. I didn't think about it. But I started to talk over the phone with Guido (32M) like three months after I discovered my husband's affair. Guido and I dated for five years. From seventeen to twenty two. We started dating in our last year of highschool, and then we mantained a long distance relationship for two years, although we saw each other often, until he moved to the city I was living in. We eventually broke up because we wanted different things. He was sure about not wanting to have children, and even though I clearly didn't in that moment, I was sure I would want to become a mom in the future. So we left it at that. Plus, after my graduation I moved to the capital because I got a good job there, and he stayed there. But he had moved to the capital after his relationship ended because of his ex's cheating, and I was the only one he knew here. We started to talk regularly over the phone. Usually when I was on small breaks at work or while I was taking care of my daughter by myself. Then we started to do something we used to do often, and it was to play games online together on our free time. We used to do that a lot when we had a long distance relationship. Then we started to meet up from time to time, even went to the movies together. I tried to convince myself that we were just catching up, but it clearly wasn't like that, I wanted to be with him. I tried to put a stop to it. But Guido kissed me when I met him to tell him this, and even though I stopped him almost right away, as dramatic as it sounds, it was more than enough for me to realize that I couldn't stay married anymore if I had feelings for someone else. He apologized for kissing me, but asked me to leave my husband, since he knew I wasn't happy with him, and he was right. I was comfortable maybe, but not happy. Not at all. I realized I didn't actually forgave my ex husband, but I had fallen out of love, and that's why I didn't care about the affair. I should have known, like I said, I'm not the kind who would forgive cheating, but I didn't think you could fall out of love with someone you've been for so long that fast, and I guess I mistaked familiarity with love.
This is already going too long. I started the divorce proceedings, I sat Pablo down and explained that I was divorcing him. He cried and cried, begged for another chance, but I just told him no, that I had fallen out of love with him and there was no going back from that. He gave up after insisting and begging, and literally didn't put any complications on the divorce, he didn't berated me or anything like that during the divorce. We sold our house, split the money and got 50/50 custody. I bought a nice apartment with two bedrooms close to my daughter's kindergarden, and a couple of weeks after the divorce had been finalized, I asked Guido to meet up. We hadn't seen each other since I had informed him about me getting a divorce, just because I didn't want to start anything being married, and also, he was bussy trying to get a promotion. We decided to give it a shot, but I asked him for us to take things slow, and he agreed to it. And we have been dating for a couple of months now, and it has been great. My friends and my family, who I'm really close to, knows about us. My family in particular is real happy, they never really liked Pablo that much, and they always loved Guido, especially my dad. But he doesn't knows my daughter yet, that's why Pablo just recently found out about me and Guido being back together. Pablo didn't take the news too good, and when he came to pick our daughter, he was really mad at me. He started to tell me I led him on into thinking I could forgive him for months just to dump him for my ex. That he had tried his best to make up for what he did to me, to win my trust back and when he finally thought he had done it, I crushed his heart. Saying he has been miserable since I left him, and he really does look bad and depressed. He has gained weight, he looks tired all the time and I haven't seen him smile in months. But I told him that if I falled out of love with him is because he betrayed me in the worst way possible, and that's on him entirely. I tried to forgive him, but I couldn't and I falled out of love, and I can't change that. I told him I'm sorry if he's hurt now, but after all, it's the consequences of his own actions, and I won't apologize for falling in love with someone else, because again, it probably wouldn't have happend if he hadn't cheated on me. Now he needs to move on and that's it, and I even suggested therapy for him.
My friends and family are on my side and they are telling me I did nothing wrong, but I think they would be on my side even if I had set the house on fire with him inside, so I don't think their opinions are that neutral. I have my doubts, AITA?

I have two lines with an expiration date of 05/16. A couple of days prior I initiated number porting when I was buying a device on Metro by T-Mobile. While Metro failed to port them in, Tracfone deactivated them. It's been 3 days and yet both lines still work perfectly fine. Texting "Balance" or "Usage" to 611611 returns "It appears your service is inactive. To reactivate it, reply REACT...". "NTP" now returns "We do not have any record in our system with your information". "FOUR" still returns the last 4 digits (of the eSIM) correctly.
What's going on? I don't mind continuing to have service. I didn't have autopay on. So I shouldn't be worried about getting charged.
I ended up transferring a GV number to Metro.

I live on the 1st floor of a two level apartment complex and my upstairs neighbors have tortured me with incredibly loud and incessant noise from the moment I moved in. The crashing, stomping, vacuuming??, blasting music, and screaming at each other lasts all day and night, and they are loudest between the hours of 11pm and 5am. I've tried speaking to them directly, complaining to the leasing office, and calling the police. Nothing has worked in terms of causing them to keep it down during quiet hours. I'm moving out at the end of my lease in 3 months so there is a light at the end of the tunnel but, in the meantime, my rage grows stronger every day. I fear the only outlet that will keep me sane is to retaliate and torture them back in whatever ways I can legally get away with. However, the family next to me on the 1st floor does not deserve to get caught in the crossfire, especially since they have young children. Any creative ideas for how I can fight back while sparing them?

Didn't know whether to tag this as a table dispute or a DMing issue because it's sort of 50/50.
New to DMing, only about 2 months and half the handbook into figuring stuff out and learning as I go along, players are very okay with this because they also know basically nothing as this is all their first campaign outside of a maybe 1 or 2 having played a one-shots before.
I have 7 PCs (I host in a school and had to turn away so many people) but thought I could deal with 7 as the campaign seemed pretty short and basic. Honestly despite the large number of people I still believe I could host it if the entire party was actually cooperative.
5 of the 7 are probably the best players I could hope for, being super open to suggestions, interacting with all my NPCs, causing just the right amount of chaos to have fun but not derail my campaign completely, they just generally seem to be having so much fun working with the material I'm giving them which is such a relief as a new DM, because I was super afraid of boring them or doing something wrong having known none of them prior to hosting.
The main issue I'm having is with the other 2 PCs, one of them specifically being much worse than the other but they kinda come as pair having joined together as friends.
A little context before explaining the next part I'm 17F and these two players are 34M (who I'm gonna call B) & 31M (who I'm gonna call C). I have no problem with being the youngest of the group of 7, there's a range of ages of people closer in age to me as well as some in there early and late 20s, all a mix of men and women, but B & C do happen to be the oldest two.
B has been getting on my nerves since the first session we had, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, chalking any interruptions or over eager attention grabbing as a first time player just trying to suss things out. When I got everyone to introduce their characters and explain any backstory, race features, personality all that fun stuff he seemed genuinely interested in playing so I was super hyped about having him as a player, he wanted to play a dwarven cleric, which I was interested in seeing, having a healer with a high AC is really helpful!
Campaign starts and I introduce the first encounter, giving an option for the party to run as they were only 2nd level with only their starting weapons and spells. B immediately attacks, no consulting the party, which is fine I guess, he's excited for combat and I'm pumped to run my first encounter. Party finishes first encounter, runs into the first NPC, a very important one that literally runs everything in the island their on, a little old woman sitting writing in the library.
I go to describe said little old lady and start to get into character, B immediately interrupts before I can finish my second word asks to behead her and rolls to attack. I'm running a pre bought campaign, not a clue how to to do a majority of things story progressing wise and this NPC is a very important pivot for plot. The other PCs are also appalled, wanting to enjoy their first ever NPC encounter, having many questions already about the place they're in and the encounter they've already had.
It becomes very apparent in the next few sessions that B is nothing but a murderhobo, supported by C who also thinks this is very entertaining, while the rest of the party have to spend every minute of their time watching the PCs and making sure they don't try to kill the plot and destroy everything in their sight in the process. My players have gone from having fun and being filled with excitement to having to watch B as a chore to ensure they can continue to play, going as far as to grapple and restrain him for half a session just to be able to investigate the area I had prepared without B killing the NPCs.
On top of this, in actual combat B is very impatient, constantly interrupting me on other players turns to ask if it's his turn yet. There's this unspoken rule that everyone very graciously follows, no phones at the table unless you need it for your character sheet, to check spells or something along those lines. B also constantly betrays that rule despite being asked not to, watching tiktok when I'm not directly addressing him, even answering phone calls in the middle of combat when it's not his turn and instead of leaving the room just talks over the table, again, despite being asked to leave the room if needing to answer phone calls or anything else that would cause disruption.
B's also been making me super uncomfortable, every week I come in he brags about his salary to me, even going as far as to pull up his pay slips in the middle of encounters (when it's not his turn) and interrupt another PCs turn to show me. I don't even give it the time of day anymore, it's rude to both me and the PCs and C is just as bad for supporting his actions.
It's annoyed me so much I brought it to the rest of the group and they all agree they're not the right fit for the party, they're both obviously looking for a combat heavy adventure which is not at all what I'm running. They bring very weird vibes to the table, C even messaging outside of the group chat we have (taking my number without my permission) and trying to start conversation. I ran into him after our session last week outside of the club with a friend as we coincidentally were in the same movie screening, and got a message afterwards asking if I would see a movie with him and his friends.
I don't know these people longer than maybe 6 weeks, only seeing them for 2 hours once a week. It's possible I'm reading into it and being overly cautious because of the sort of rep men have towards women in the gaming community, especially younger women, despite it being way better than previous decades past. The rest of the group do think it's weird though so I'm not alone in picking up the odd vibes two are bringing to the table.
TLDR: At the end of the day kicking them from the party is completely my decision as the DM and a smaller, well rounded, cooperative party is a lot easier to run with than murderhobos. I suppose my only fear is the backlash it might cause as I am running it in a school, funded by student services (the room we use, the dice, notebooks, handbooks, etc.) and kicking the two from the campaign may cause them to complain out of spite and get the whole club shut down, as they are both members of the student board.

I was at 60% two days ago. I did the math and figured out how many reviews I needed to do to hit 90%.
I did enough reviews to get my percentage comfortably past 90%. When the stats updated last night they showed only 85%, despite the fact that I knew I should be well over 90%.
All these reviews were submitted less than 24 hours before my re-evaluation was scheduled. None of them are approved yet.
My re-evaluation just ended, and I’m still gold, with 94% showing on my completion bar.
I don’t recommend doing what I did - life got in the way the last few months, but to anyone worried over review counts and the two week recommendation: don’t sweat it, just do the math and the write reviews.