I love your whole family, lalo 'yung babies mo. Parang babies ko na din sila. But, what if hindi ka agad nag-asawa?
We never had that date na tayong dalawa lang. Ever since kasi, sobrang seryoso mo. Puro ka aral, work, aral, work. Tapos masungit ka pa.
Nu'ng nag-asawa ka, nag-abroad naman kayo agad. Kapag magkakasarili na tayong kwentuhang dalawa online, makikiagaw naman mga anak mo. Hahaha. I really don't mind kasi they're cute, pero 'yun na lang sana time nating dalawa mag-usap. You're forever busy kasi.
Kapag nagbabakasyon naman kayo, lahat ng days fully booked. Ang daming events, ang daming lakad, ang daming bisita. Sulit na sulit bawat araw, bawat oras, so wala tayong alone time.
Never kita na-solo. Wala tayong bonding activity na tayong dalawa lang. 'Yung kakain sa labas, magmo-mall, shopping, spa, nood ng sine, travel.. Wala tayong ganito even once.
Laging nakabuntot ang parentals or your kids, or lagi tayong nagmamadali.
I'm happy where you are right now. I'm happy that you're doing great in life. I'm happy that you're happy. May times lang talaga like today na nami-miss kita.
Hopefully on your next vacation, maisip mo 'to. Hahaha. Ayoko i-bring up, ayoko mag-initiate, nahihiya ako. Sana sa'yo manggaling. Multuhin ka sana ng post na 'to. Lol.
TAPOS TREAT KO LAHAT! Shop all you want! 😆
You've always been so generous to me. You always send me gifts and money kahit ang tanda ko na. Never ka nakalimot.
So next time, hayaan mo din ako makabawi. Bilhan kita ng brand new bag sa SM, kahit sampu. Tapos ipalit mo na lang 'yung Prada mo. Pamana mo na sa'kin, luma na 'yan 😂

This was a reply I wanted to post to an old posting here: https://www.reddit.com/darksouls3/comments/5li2k1/why_do_chaos_pyromancies_require_0_faith_and/
I could not submit the comment, but I spent a considerable amount of time writing it and referencing that I thought I might share it with those who enjoy combing through the Dark Souls lore.
As a note, I am only a recently new player. I picked up DS3 very recently, and have no experience with the previous titles nor any of the titles since. It's my only Fromsoft game that I've played.
Anyway, the comment.
I know this is an old post, but I'd like to add some ideas.
Without intelligence (which I assume is like knowledge, with added wisdom in same cases), the fires of the chaos flame, as well as along with all fire in general, leads to eventual destruction. Intelligence is what *attempts* to give form and control over the natural power of chaos and fire.
The story is sad but helps reveal this idea. The spell Great Chaos Fire Orb explains:

• "The Witch of Izalith and her daughters birthed the Flame of Chaos, but it devoured them along with their home."

To emphasize its destructive power further, Chaos Bed Vestiges:

• "... Demons born from fire bore its smoldering essence and perished soon after. Man shares this rapport with the flames to this day."

Additionally, the spell Floating Chaos deepens the scar and explains the need for wisdom to remember the power of chaos (INT):

• "Pyromancer Dunnel was fascinated by this ceremonial art employed by the clerics of the Smouldering Lake. Chaos burns away in the blink of an eye, but was the primordial life born in the Bed of Chaos, and a grievous symbol of Izalith's sin."

To control chaos and the power of flame in general requires high intelligence. In fact, if you look at the pyromancy table in Fextra, you'll see that almost all pyromancies demand equal if not higher INT to FTH.
Of the 30 acquirable spells (not including WA Combustion and Parting Flame):
15 spells INT = FTH (even requirements)
8 spells INT > FTH
5 spells FTH > INT
2 spells FTH + INT = 0
The 5 spells which require more faith than intelligence include:
Poison and Toxic Mist. These are the spell arts of Eingyi, who is described as a heretic (defined as: a professed believer who adopts and persistently maintains religious opinions contrary to the accepted standards of his church). These are pure faith spells, fittingly.
Acid Surge, another pure faith spell, coming from Carthus. The reasoning on this one, I have not determined.
The highest faith only spell is Warmth at 25 FTH. The description of this spell points to another true aspect of flame, besides its destructive nature, which is aptly placed as the name of the spell: the warmth it provides. When one is cold and it is dark, warmth provides life, hope, and light. It makes sense that this should be a pure faith spell, also due to the fact that its casted effects are essentially that of Miracles (healing) and is described as a desire to connect to the gods (hope/faith/yearning):

• "Peculiar pyromancy of the Mound-makers. Creates a gentle flame that restores HP on touch. They feared separation from the gods and sought a familial bond, perhaps leading to the creation of this flame of harmony."

Of these, last is Boulder Heave, a spell acquired from the transposed soul of the Stray Demon. It requires 8 INT and 12 FTH. Naturally a pyromancy spell should come from a demon. But this one is astray, and had been away from the source of its origins far too long, that it had lost its connection to its boiling flame somehow. You'd expect to see in the boulder's place, mostly likely, a spewing surge of magma. Instead, there is only unmolten rock. There is no fire, and thus no chaotic flame to control, so less INT is required:

• "Art of a stray demon of a stifled flame. Spews a boulder from one's mouth. The boulder is heavy, but shatters easily."

There are only 2 spells that require 0 FTH and 0 INT.
That would be Chaos Storm and Great Chaos Fire Orb - the only two spells from the Izalith Pyromancy Tome, the same Izalith that was destroyed by the chaos flame.
Cornyx explains:
"Heed my words, Unkindled One. Fear the fire. The home of pyromancy, Izalith, was scorched by the very fire it created. Undoubtedly, it was a flame of chaos, tangled by a witch's hand. But who's to say that this Bonfire's flame is any different."
In this case, it seems these two pyromancy spells illustrate the raw devastating power of chaos. No faith or intelligence is needed, because, as described in Chaos Bed Vestiges:

• "... Demons born from fire bore its smoldering essence and perished soon after. Man shares this rapport with the flames to this day."

Man shares the same relationship to the flames as the demons did/do, who were born from the fire, and of the fire, within. There is no human faculty necessary (no faith or intellect necessary). These are the spell arts that the Witches of Izalith discovered, the deep source within, but at a cost.
I'll include to observe the Quelana Pyromancy Tome, which contains a spell much like Chaos Storm called Firestorm. This spell requires 0 FTH and 18 INT, which is relatively high:

• "Primal pyromancy taught by Quelana, a daughter of the Witch of Izalith. Surrounds the caster with multiple pillars of flame. The raging storm is indiscriminate; such is the intrinsic horror of the flame."

Although the description says "indiscriminate", we as casters are not injured. That's explained by the tome itself:

• "A pyromancy tome of Quelaana containing her unique spells. These pyromancies can only be taught by a female master. Give to a female pyromancy master to learn Quelana's pyromancies. Quelana, the sole surviving witch of Izalith, once accepted a human pupil, but after the pupil moved on, she never took another."

As the sole surviving witch of Izalith, and a daughter of the very Witch of Izalith, Quelana saw first hand what can happen to those who posses the flame without wisdom. All 3 of her pyromancies require highter INT, with 2 requiring 0 FTH. She is the harbinger of wisdom, and as the tome further explains, she never took on another pupil. The devastation had been too strong, I suppose. Rapport is a spell from her tome, which possesses an enemy's mind and turns them into an ally. This is interesting because Quelana decided to study how to control the flame within others. Who knows when she acquired this skill, either before the chaotic end of Izalith, or because of it.
So these are my ideas as to explain the reasons behind the specific requirements of faith and intelligence to varying pyromancy spells. As a note, I don't see these as spells, I just happened to write it that way. As opposed to sorcery, the source of pyromancy comes from within one's very own being, with the required skill to manipulate it.
I hope you enjoyed this.
So what do you think? Thanks!
PS. I love this game. ;)

I 44f have 4 brothers, Juan 46, Jesus 42, Adrian 32, and Jorge 27. I have a very difficult and very distant relationship with my mother. My father and I are very close. I was always the runt. My mother told me several time how much she hated me. It was my fault she had to get married (she got knocked up with me), after several failed attempts to abort me. After she had me and doctors said "it's a girl" she cried and hated me more, because she never wanted daughters. She would also tell me she loved Jesus more than any of us because she suffered more while pregnant with him. I was around 7 or 8 at this time. Adrian and Jorge were both planned after my father wanted another daughter. When they both came out to be boys, she abandoned them and left me to care for them. So at the age of 14, I had became full time mom to a kid that wasn't mine. When Jorge came around she abandoned him too, I was 16. It got too hard to raise 2 kids, be a full time mom, student, and hold a job at the age of 16, so I dropped out of high school. When I was 16, I started dating my now husband, which I knew from high school and was my neighbor, we weren't close and didn't really talk because of how crazy my life was. He was 4 yrs older than me. When we started dating, he thought my little brothers were my kids and he had a 6 month old himself. Fast forward a decade later, my father retired from the military and he finds out what is really going on at home, and my parents divorced. I know have help from my father and husband. Then I get pregnant with my first kid at age 18. My husband and I move in together and married 4 yrs later. We have 2 more kids. By age 24 I have 6 kids. Now my kids are grown adults and living their life. Come October 2023 my older brother Juan is granted full custody of my brother Jesus's new born and February 2024 I'm granted temporary custody of Jesus's other son 8yr and daughter 7yr. Juan and I are close and he helps me when I need a babysitter. My husband and I work 2 jobs to pay for loans we took out for home upgrades. Yesterday was one of my cousins wedding. This morning a few family members and I went to my mom's house for breakfast, when my aunt, who was like a mother to me and my godmother, pulled me aside and told me my mom was really upset with me for not calling her for mothers day or making an effort to rebuild our relationship. She also didn't like who stern I am with my niece and nephew and need to change my parenting style. She said maybe my mom is ready to change and she may want to rebuild the relationship, but the decision will always be mine to make. That's when I said she can kiss it. And not long after that we all left. That's just the snap things my mom has done to me. AITA?

There were so many fans at the Garden during Games 1, 2, 5 and 7 that sounded very upset or confused by this “soft team from Indiana” winning or frustrated by our defense letting it happen
Maybe I’m an outlier, maybe. Pacers are only team I have worried about this entire year.
Haliburton is on same level of Brunson and SGA in my opinion as elite game changing guard
Siakim just played how we have all wished Randle would play in a big game. He was the key player to decide outcome of this series, and I expect he’ll be the same vs. Boston
Myles Turner is having a career year, when many of us wished he was on our team for years
Nesmith & Nemhard may be unknown, or thought to be the same person. They are both what we hoped Quentin Grimes would become
Obi and IQ were only two that showed up fully in Hawks series. Obi has his exact role coming off their bench now
Ben Sheppard is skilled, and performing to the moment in first playoffs
And TJ McConnell is that true difference maker off the bench
As a Knicks fan born and raised in New York, that was the greatest Knicks season I have ever experienced in my life
As a NBA, I personally am in awe we made it to seven games
It was a pleasure getting to see Haliburton, Siakim and Donte play to that level of excellence in a Game 7
Appreciate our team and season for how special it was if possible, rather than what if’s “healthy”
These Pacers are a special team like us. These aren’t the Hawks that year, or those East favorites of Celtics, Bucks, and Sixers
They are truly championship foundation as well

12 year age gap? I am the younger and he is older. We met through online gaming through mutual friends. We have been friends and played throughout the covid years for about 2 and a half years together until we started dating. We were long distance in different provinces. I was a single mom of 2 kids and had my own house I rented, paid all my bills and handled my own pretty good. He was single and had his own home and career going so we blew off steam from our daily lives in the online gaming world. Anyways I decided to shoot my shot one day and the feelings were mutual. I was scared I would get denied due to our age gap but I decided to go for it. We did long distance for a few months and he would drive the 6 hours to come see me and vice versa for me to see him depending on our schedules. When we first started dating it was lovely as the sex was great and intimacy was high between us. I fell in love and my kids took to him as well. It was a very slow process. (Side note: I left from an abusive relationship years prior with their dad who refused to help raise our kids) I did my inner work on myself healing my traumas and identifying alot of personal work on myself before I even considered trying to date again. My current bf felt safe and secure. Fast forward we dated long distance and eventually decided to move in together. I left my home city and moved out to the country with him. We decided to aim for a baby as he always wanted kids and the family life. Not long after I got pregnant all intimacy stopped between us. Sex started going to a day apart and then 2 days and then a week where all of a sudden 2 weeks to a month and its super rare now like the eclipse. I weighed 107 when we met and I went to 160 throughout the pregnancy but dropped back down to a total of 115 as of now. I'd voice my opinions to him as I needed some intimacy like basic cuddling or even the "deed" and how it felt like we weren't even a couple anymore. Our kids take a toll on us sometimes so its hard being parents and then trying to get some us time in the day. We began sleeping in seperate rooms about 3 months in the pregnancy. I felt so alone being so far away from my family and friends. I took that leap of faith for love and realized how lonely it is out here. He worked 8-5 5 days a week but took paternity leave off for 10 months after our son was born so he kicked in big time with helping me with our newborn. I paid half the bills and groceries so financial matters was not a problem for us. He's so proud and such a great dad to our kids. I've asked him if he wasn't attracted to me anymore as our sex life died. I use to intiate and over the time we were together after I got pregnant he started brushing me off like no sex or small things where i tried rubbing his back and he said that bothered him. So everytime I tried to intiate it made me feel rejected... meanwhile my body took a toll on the pregnancy as I chose to put my schooling off another few years so I could give him a baby. I love our son he is the best thing ever! As parents we rock but as partners its like we fizzled out to be room mates. I miss sex, its like theres still unknown things I haven't learned with him yet as a couple. Our interests and hobbies are the same but he just seems uninterested in sex. Even when we'd try force it just to get it done seemed like no interest. We don't make out just the basic pecks of goodnight and see you when he leaves for work. I've been getting back to my fitness journey again and I am so excited to get back to myself again. I just feel like... maybe he has low testosterone? Maybe he's not attracted to me anymore? I'm started to think maybe were not for eachother as a couple anymore but we are great friends. I love him and he loves me but post partum is really kicking my ass. I want to be the best mom for my kids and be me again where I laughed and did things that made me be me before the relationship. I'm so drained being a full time mom and neglected house wife where intimacy ceases to exist as well as isolation. He has no problem getting it up when its time for us to do the deed so porn was ruled out lol I am debating if I should stick it out before I move back to the city single with my kids? Or continue on with him in a sexless relationship. I am started to dread weekends as I just cut the grass and go grocery shopping and its been like that forever. We don't do anything fun nor do I have anything to look forward too in life anymore. I have voiced my opinions and concerns to him multiple times but I keep getting dead feedback like.. I do love you and I am attracted to you. I just don't feel it though. Am I crazy for thinking of leaving? Idk what to do. Stick it out and hope we change our lives around for the better? All my decisions are based on my kids lives and I don't want to add any trauma to them due to my first abusive relationship to their dad. Or any women going through this as well did it get better? Or is it time to leave and start doing things again that made you happy so you can thrive to be the best version of yourself for the kids? I will be applying for university next year since I missed the deadline this year so relocating back to my home city with my friends and family excites me! He is considering quitting his job and finding a different one in my city when its time for us to move. I'm scared to add any drastic measures to his life if we don't workout in the future. He will be leaving his house, job and family as well if we stick it out. Although I sacrificed alot of my life as well. Any advice or tips would be lovely.

Today! Today issued forth these existential moments, when the absence of human activity is the defining feature of the landscape – not because there is a disaster or a change of heart about the human project but because, well, I don’t know, so I grab my backpack, which stands for aspects of the soul that only sprout in alternate realities – and charge into the day to find out. By noon, the heat is like a flickering color in the mind – unseasonably early for this sort of highlight, and then I remember the cicadas are appearing, which might explain the sudden interest by the rest of the universe. Not halfway down the block, I’m startled by the first cicada of the season – near the top of the tallest tree by the building that houses the renowned music program. The cicada makes music all by itself, and it is like a siren made of clicks, a drumstick pulled across bones.
This is just the beginning of the historical emergence, and the location where I live is one of the nationally recognized hot spots. The people, I don’t believe, have evacuated, but they certainly aren’t rubbing their hands over the trembling earth, waiting for bulging eyes and knobby legs to drag a dirt-stained cicada out of the ground, then off to a place to molt. The molting process is brimming with the sort of metaphor we associate with heaven – something below ground for its whole remembered life, save for a brief time after it hatches, falls out of a tree and into the grass, crawls down into the soil to find a tasty dandelion root to suck on. That original body, on the brightest day of the year, goes searching for a hard vertical surface to cling to, like the side of the tree it was feeding on, then escapes out of its body through the hind end of its own skull.
The heat seems to have its own sense of choice in evidence. While I’m standing there, listening for more clicks, the heat generates a crackling sensation across my shoulders, like patches of my skin are sparkling below my shirt. The clouds – more of those cumulonimbus dreams-come-true – are simultaneously isles and aisles – two bulging eyes – both work, so whichever, either one a somewhat brawny pronunciation, like the words have to walk with a slight bow about the legs, because of the pronounced thigh muscles. Just as I turn to walk away from the lone cicada at the top of the school of music’s tallest tree, the clicking begins again. I stop and turn back to the tree – it stops. I turn to walk, and the clicking sounds again. Maybe the cicada brood will be so large, the movie we call reality has given them final cut, at least for the next few months, so I carry on.
That cicada was a female – they make that clicking sound by rubbing their wings together, and I picture the males all hearing the clicking as a variation of – could some big strong male crawl on over and open this jar for me? The male call is the more familiar whooping siren, which is made with a spasmodic diaphragm on their abdomens – Jerry Lee Lewis at his most raucous – though I believe he did play piano with his feet, so there are dissimilarities, too. The big winners will be the birds and fish, which are looking forward to extra animal protein wherever they look for the next couple of months, second nesting seasons all but in the bag. At the height of his fame, Jerry Lee famously wedded his 13-year-old cousin. Myra Williams was her name, and she said later, after the divorce, she was always the adult in the relationship. They stayed married for 13 years.
Scientists speculate that cicada broods follow such irregular cycles – 7 years, 13 years, 17 years – because they are prime numbers and therefore difficult for predators to sync to over time in the performance of their own boom and bust cycles. I like this theory, though I wonder why the rest of the animal kingdom hasn’t likewise worked the numbers – like cicadas launched themselves into a probabilistic deep-space orbit inside the mind of nature, and never looked back. I picture Neil Armstrong on the ladder of the lunar module, freezing in place, mission command busy on the radio but no reply from Neil until, all wet and new, he bursts forth through the back of his space helmet, as naked as the day he was born, gets busy inflating his wing casings, as mission control cheers, and the scientists all light cigarettes to relieve the stress, maybe hand out cigars.
The heat is a measure of energy in the system – to the extent it also accounts for human absence, we stay huddled inside on hot days like today due to chronic overabundance – nature is giving us too much – which is also true for many allergies and fevers – but with the overabundance of energy, you can find relief through the judicious application of even more energy, which option I used to always forego on general principle – I want to feel the reality of days overabundant as surely as days where the molecules are all optimally excited. These days, I’m in charge of a mid-sized HVAC operation, and thus, feel part of my body living inside a factory of probability that stretches around the world. We humans, on days like today, take it as a given that temperature-controlled climates are part of the deal, that molecules should be in optimal states of excitement.
Which, with self-similarity across scale in mind, might suggest nature treat our excitability with similar regard. Oh to live the life of temperate climes, where fairness and passion are concerned! I’m on my way to the library to borrow a book about love and rage, written by a Buddhist, who examines the roll of anger in transformation. I have no truck with my fellow human sufferers – literally no anger at all – but with human systems? Disembodied intelligences? Those aspects of the hyperform that privilege torment and indifference? When it climbs to a high enough part of the tree to be heard, I can indeed hear my anger. What’s that? A false reality precipitates false authority? Yet knowing this, hyperforms readily believe wealth confers merit. The exaggerated accumulation of capital is an existential disease assuaged with the delusion of personal success.
A block from the library, I come upon two boys playing in a pile of sand beside a garden. The one boy seems to be trying to burrow inside it, and the other is battering the sand with the flat side of a child-sized metal shovel. He has the wrong shovel for the job, a fact I choose to keep to myself, especially since the one really is trying to thwack the tall pile just as hard as he can. The sort of thing kids do in a spirit of curiosity – what happens to the world when the force of one’s anger is applied to a giant pile of sand? Perhaps the urge to use force for no reason is the human behavior we end up with when ambient energy gets so overabundant. This is what life seems to be – the planet’s novel approach to dissipating heat. We are much more than that, of course, and fortunately, the kids have plenty of time and energy to prove it. Their parents tell them to stop.
When a cicada molts, the effect is more than just a body crawling out of a body – for instance, in the moments before this happens, the cicada is visibly squirming inside its former self, which is permanently clinging to the side of a tree, and all the while, it is feeling the pronounced effect of gravity for the first time in its life, not to mention terrestrial life in the trees, where the sap flows freely and sunshine dances on those giant globular eyes for the first time. Emerging cicadas first do a backbend, then hang upside down by their hind ends, letting the legs, wings and abdomen inflate and adjust to the atmospheric pressure, which pressure gracefully draws the body back to an upright posture. They stay that way, letting their wings inflate, flatten out, stiffen. Veins in the wings were veins, were flesh, before the flesh became the will to fly, a means of saying hello.
Nearer the library, I catch sight of someone squatting in the subsurface terrace of the Unitarian-Universalist peace church – I spot a bedroll and backpack, a forty-ounce can of something cold to drink on such a sweltering day. The guy is leaning against the brick wall, staring into space, and I picture him being the pile of sand from the block before – the one repeatedly hit over the head with the flat side of a shovel. At the library, they’re resetting the furniture after a musical performance. I don’t really know who it was – I just see my favorite librarian thanking someone with a violin case, the sort of hardened case they used to carry machine guns around in, and for a moment I hear the rat-a-tat-tat that stands for the sound of anger overcoming us – but then it becomes that highest cicada, back at the top of her tree, rubbing her wings, building railroads.
The heat on the walk home – neighborhoods still evacuated – is like a drunken horse I’m forced to ride. I can feel my body swaying from side to side a little more than usual, so I try to imagine some other time – for instance, when our bodies will be able to take the heat on a day like today and do something with it – cranial stimulation or micromachines to repair the body or even just a way for the body to stay cool without installing an HVAC system. A crow stops me cold when I hear it imitating the sound of a cicada – it doesn’t have the tone exactly right, but it’s doing the clicks, and I know this is true of crows – they acquire new elements of language from what they hear, and the crows must be hearing female cicadas calling out to the others. What a witness! I call up to the crow – or maybe it’s just got a cicada in its beak. In instant reply, the crow shrieks.

For me it’s the fact that Giannis impregnated his wife because of Fred Vanvleet.
If you remember back in the 2019 playoffs Vanvleet was in an insane dry spell and playing really poor basketball. Then his kid was born and miraculously his skills went through the roof which helped the Raptors eliminate the Bucks.
This happened in May of 2019 then literally 9 months later in February 2020 Giannis’ new kid was born.
So at least partially Giannis really had a kid because he thought it would give him “superpowers” like it did with Vanvleet.
No one talks about this anymore but it’s quite insane the timeline is too precise to be a coincidence

My wife and I live in a small college town a couple of states away from where I was born. Recently while looking for new houses, someone turned me onto unclaimed properties and missing money to search through and see if anyone in my immediate family left anything behind. While doing some research I found out that a relative of my has unclaimed property in the city where I now reside. I asked my grandfather and he said that she was his cousin, who moved into this state 20+ years ago, but then moved out to the east coast about 10 years ago. Most websites just give me the address of the unclaimed property but no information on the details of what’s actually unclaimed. How can I go about learning more about this unclaimed property? The address is a home a couple blocks from where I live now ( a surprising coincidence) and it was listed as last sold in 2010 when this relative moved away. Could it be money left over from the sale of the property? Taxes owed on the land or house? Maybe the entire home was just left up for grabs incase any of her children needed/wanted it, and if so would there be any way I could lay claim to it (with the relatives permission of course)

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I was with my loved one for two years, I wasn’t the perfect partner but I know I was a good one because I cared about her with my entire heart. I would give her reassurance and affection every day, I would only lose patience in fights that she took it too far as I know I didn’t handle every fight well. The fights were always over small things too. She would also take things out on me if she had a bad day. I would also ask for alone time if I sensed an argument would happen to avoid it but she took that as me ignoring her or the silent treatment. I would also get blocked and unblocked depending on how upset she was from the fights along with mean things said towards me, it was hard because I know I lost some patience in some of the fights but they shouldn’t have even happened in the first place.
Fast forward I feel like our last fight changed everything, we made plans to spend time and I asked when she was ready and she told me the timeframe so I decided to do something to pass the time especially since I was tired and almost knocked out so it would help me get energy but she finished significantly faster than what I expected. I told her okay let me finish this real quick and we will spend time but she didn’t appreciate the slight delay in plans saying how I didn’t prioritize her saying I chose something else over here and cancelled our plans and wouldn’t listen to me that it wasn’t a big deal and only a slight delay as I’ll be finished soon so I was upset after awhile because nothing I said was getting through to her so i regret saying to her that she was being a baby and that she was being annoying since she kept insisting I chose something over her. This would then make her extremely mad telling me to unalive myself about 40 times in all caps and how she’s going to leave my life and block me. The thing is this wasn’t the first time she would say these things so I didn’t take it seriously but then I would spend the rest of the time not being annoyed anymore and trying to calm her down.
But then it seems as if that fight is the reason I was discarded, because after the fight she was distant but I thought it was because she was stressed and sick since that is what she told me. There were about two instances where she said that she didn’t feel the same anymore and that she was unhappy as I wasn’t listening to her but she’s said these things in the past a lot before too as I asked her what was wrong and she then says that she feels unwell and in pain. Throughout the two weeks after the fight I was being supportive and I didn’t say anything negative, she was even telling me that she loved and misses me and how she would always be in my life as I wasn’t always the one saying these things first. She asked me if I hated her since she wasn’t herself and I thought it was because of the stress and pain that she was in especially since she told me she was drinking for two days but I’m unsure if it was more. One of the days she even told me she was agitated and overwhelmed and apologized when she suddenly lashed out at me when she would say that I dismiss her feelings.
The day before she blocked me she even told me she loved me. Then the next morning she says this isn’t working for her anymore and I saw she wasn’t herself especially since she had typos which only happened if she was stressed and I’m telling her only messages of support saying she doesn’t need to push me away and that I’m here for her but then I saw her irritated saying that she was done and unhappy and then blocked me. I tried to message her everywhere I could but I always was blocked without a response and then I saw her attempting to seek a new connection with others and when I told her to just talk to me she told me to fuck off and that I ruined her life.
She replaced me so quickly as she’s always spending time with this new guy for hours as it might be the honeymoon phase but it’s left me so depressed because I don’t understand how I instantly meant nothing anymore. I feel this guilt and remorse that if I had more patience none of this wouldn’t happened especially in the last fight and everyone I speak to says I did nothing wrong but I’ve been in misery because we had a great connection and she was always sweet and kind towards me but suddenly turned cold as I don’t know why this is happening to me as it is so unexpected in being replaced despite all the good we’ve shared for years.

Danika started as a aspiring engineer with her Poodle, Fidget. In the one bedroom house Danika quickly trained Fidget, learned her interests and achieved many promotions via her engineering job. She learned she loved gardening, gaming, and handiwork.
Not wanting to settle down right away Danika worked out, walked the dog and visited campus bars where she met her now best friend Lisa. They quickly became flirty and Danika thought maybe she was the one. After a a failed date they stayed friends with benefits. Danika then started talking to Clair who proved to not be compatible due to her mean nature. Not looking for love Danika went to a campus bar and met a girl who she quickly got along with. Turns out she’s a professor.
Danika and Emilia started dating. While it was going well she just didn’t love the dynamic between the two and broke it off. Despite Emilia’s efforts Danika never reignited the flame. But a new flame ignited, that being her stove catching on fire. This literal flame brought Erica right to her door. They started talking and taking it slow. Eventually Erica was over every night.
Danika finally asked Erica out. They dated for some time, in the meantime Danika adopted Olive the Ottterhound and Fidget grew old. Erica moved in, started her dream career as an Entertainer and Fidget sadly passed. With the passing of Fidget the girls welcomed Nova the Scottish Fold into the fold. One night Erica asked Danika on a date where they were engaged.
Their engaged life still existed in the tiny one bedroom house. As an engagement present they adopted Honey the Jack Russell Terrier. The wedding soon followed. At attendance were 15 of their closest friends at the bar in Hanford-On-Bagly. Gorgeous little wedding.
Wanting to expand her gardening hobby and in much need of more space for more animals(and maybe a baby) the newlyweds moved into a new house in Brindleton Bay with a huge yard, a garden, a patio, and 3 rooms(one might be a nursery!!!)
But that’s just the beginning of their story.

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/qXOtFVx
Up for grabs is a new in box formula dispenser. I had another one of these that I used up until my baby was off formula and it came in clutch. Never used, box is a little messed up. Everything inside is good, nothing damaged.
Looking to trade for weapon lights or something, idk show me what you got. Prefer to sell honestly but open to whatever.
(TV $140)(SV $120).
Thanks.

Here are my plants: Christmas cactus, Queen Regent Fuma. Orchid one, Prince of purple rain (needs a true name and not title..) Orchid 2, Lady Anne, princess consort. Ghost succulent, Dutchess Hantu, 2nd Lady of the 3rd house of knights. Porthos (its just not giving a Aura to tell) Spider plant. Little mama (cause she's always got babies) Sp babies 1 & 2 (not named because need new homes. Aloe vera, Mister Clarence. Had a chain watch succulent but has died but it's name was freckles. Oh and just got 2 carnivorous plants from a kit, not named yet as I'm not sure they will live
Anyone else name their plants and force your family to use their names lol

I met my husband 16 years ago. He was reluctant to introduce me to his family outside his sibling. I met his sibling in an appropriate timing and we hit it off, now BFF. However, he delayed meeting anyone else in his family for as long as he could. I will say close to a year in our relationship, his grandmother needed help. I was at his apartment and he asked me if I would like to meet her. I said sure. He warned me about her. (His parents passed away before we met). I literally met everyone in his life except his direct family. I didn't get it at first 😕, but as time moved on, he was ready for me to meet more family. I began to realize why he kept me away from them. It was a holiday and I didn't realize what I got myself into. I was in love with my bf (now husband) at the time and think it would be that bad. When I saw his grandmother she 1. Talk about my outfit (I had a blazer, scarf, nice pants and a nice plain shirt, nothing revealing). 2. She then asked if her grandson put his hands on me. I was taken back from this because my husband is sweet as a pie. He doesn't even call women out their name when he has conflict. I walked away from her and enjoyed the rest of the evening with extended family that seem pretty cool.
Fast forward, at our wedding his grandmother attempt to sabotage our wedding by trying to be late (his sibling almost left her because grandmother knew the sibling was in our wedding). When she got there, she made fun of my 9 year cousin as the flower girl (fat shame), talked about me to my closet people who told me after the ceremony. Then made a speech that was disrespectful to us. Yet, my husband still kept his cool and enjoyed the even. His uncle was upset that we would not allow him to officiate our wedding and throughout the planning would ask me inappropriate questions about our relationship. After we were married, my husband got sick and was hospitalized. He was reluctant to tell anyone outside of his sibling but he did. Family came to visit. One family member decided it was a good time for a photo shoot (wired😒) but again my sweetie was a trooper up until that family member decided verbal outburst, I wasn't family and that I had to be a niece through blood. The rest of the family called him out for his bs. I let it go.
Fast forward again (it gets worst) at our baby shower his grandmother sits in the back again taking trash. Even hinted if my baby was her grandson (basically calling me a slut). I told the sibling she had to go. She also disregarded her other grandchildren at the shower. One of his family members that attended the wedding help bring our gifts home, only to attempt to convince my husband to allow him to move in. Of course my husband said HELL NAH! After my daughter was born, we did infant photos, only for his grandmother to degrade the photographer and her race. Again kicked her out and paid for a ride home.
(It gets worst) for a long time my husband decided to disengage with his family. His grandmother called and said she was severely sick. Of course, my husband reach out to her children and sibling to band together to support his grandmother. Only to learn she lied. And even made it seem like my husband made it all up to her children. I heard her tell him this. I was pissed. He again cut her off.
Now, his grandmother's health is not the best (non life threatening) her sons are trying to guilt trip my husband in taking the lead. His grandmother has 5 functioning children. My husband refuse to let them meet our daughter and refuse to communicate with them. (They are the most toxic people in the world) My husband is the most loving sweet guy. His sibling is amazing as well. It is so bad but I'm afraid if I list everything it will go on forever. Now relative are reaching out trying make contact, even reaching out to me. I told my husband I support his choice to disconnect and draw boundaries. He has tried to be a family man but constantly got egg in his face.
Now, our daughter is growing up with amazing family that support and love us genuinely. Some of his family believe he is overreacting but I don't. He has been through hell with these people.

Quiet new to this but my husband and I are wanting to hire a nanny maybe twice a week (weekdays) the days and reminding are still unknown. Can anyone suggest how to start looking for one? My baby is 9months old. We live in Australia QLD.
Thanks x