My day was filled with amazing details. My breakfast tasted great, involving sausage and a few other items. There was some self motivation, particularly me talking to myself in the mirror. I even bumped into John when I exited my cabin.
I'll be honest. Most of it was not fun, especially not for me. The breakfast was probably the only good thing that came out of the morning. My self motivation wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.
John seemed to be a change of pace, but I quickly grew bored of his endless talking. It's not that he isn't interesting; It's just that I've heard nearly every story he has to say.
He began speaking about something new this time, though. I was excited to hear a new story.
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June 1, was a special day for my little guy, 2 years old! Of course the day meant more to me than it did to the birthday boy, after all, a 2 year old just wants to play. I took a few pics of him as he was sleeping just barely into the 12am hr of the 1st of June, as soon as his little eyes opened in the morning I was kissing on him and so excited for the special day. The dad never reached out one time asking about our child, he has had a cold for the past few days, but also he never even mentioned his Birthday. Didn't ask to see him, talk to him on video call, just nothing. Just a few days prior to this special day he acted like he was daddy of the year, spent just a few hours with him, riding in sxs and tractor the entire time, taking pics that looks like he is just the very best daddy. He had hardly played the real fatherly role nearly our sons entire life including not taking part in any part of the pregnancy willingly, went only to one appt and I had to beg him to go. It is just so sad to me how a man can play pretend just for the image of it all. I wish they could see how they negatively impact a child's life by being so MIA. I notice the more I do NC with my soon to be ex, the more he talks about our son and makes statements to me on how much he means to him, today really showed me. I just hope and pray that if we don't settle in mediation that the Judge will see through his act. It tears me apart thing about the dangers my little boy will be in if I'm not there. He is not looked over, the father doesn't see dangers, just the other day he walked off leaving our child to walk up a ladder alone, luckily I came in the house when I did, he was supposed to be spending time with him. It is so many irresponsible things he does to mention. He is perfect at playing like a child, but not taking care of our boy like an adult. Any cusidity court advice in this sort of situation? I live in TN.

This is not only a story of a fraudulent adoption, but the insight of what I as a now 21 year old fathe parent went through to even be a parent in the first place. From what I experienced and what I’ve learned. My son now almost two, looks nearly IDENTICAL as me when I was that age. Being a parent has given me MEANING in life more than anything I ever thought. Fraud was committed by my sons mother. 2021 I was 19 years old. When my son was born, I had no idea. His mother broke up with me and fled the state while still pregnant. She proceeded to tell me she is going to cut off contact and that I am not the father. My rights were stripped from me & terminated in a different state without my knowledge when he was born.
After finding her whereabouts I was able to serve her, and take her to court for paternity action. This was already two months after he was adopted. I found out about the adoption with no details other than it was filed and finalized in a different county. So, we end up getting a dna test and confirm that’s my baby. I ended up meeting my son for the first time ever when he was six mo.
2022: 20 years old. The entire year I spent going to court, going to a different state where my son presided with adoptive parents, three hours away. His adoptive parents tried every tactic in the book to keep me from getting him. In fact, I have recordings of altercations that were initiated by his adoptive parents. They did not want me to parent and raise my son. September of 2022 started a court ordered transition plan which kicked off a whole range of events from accusations, appeals, delays and much more.
2023: 21 years old. I did everything the courts asked me to do as stated in the transition plan. February 2023 I won custody. It’s now been four months since I’ve had sole custody and eight months since the transition plan started. The plan really enabled my son to adapt and bond with me and my family. To say I did it by myself would be an absolute lie.
Being a parent makes you reflect on your childhood. It makes you realize how thankful you are for your family and everything they’ve done for you. Being a parent/ father has made me a better person. I have the rest of my life and my legacy with me. We are teaching each other and learning every single day. It’s great being a single parent and it also has its down sides too. I love my son with everything in me. When I first found out I was his father it was unreal. I was a father to a baby I couldn’t even put a face to in the beginning. I fought hard to build that bond with my son, and it grows each and every single day.
Anyways for all you parents who read this here’s a cheers to making an impact on our children!

It can have 3 major meanings, and NONE of them make sense here.

1. Gays. Not only it's a minor topic in the vast sea of potential topics, it's absolutely unrelated to "Reform" or "Judaism". If you meant THIS - then it's a non sequitur and a clickbait.
2. Noahides. Kinda the same as above. The sub is about "Reform" and "Jews", not about Noahides. Another non sequitur.
3. Moshiach. Yeah, right. Like I'd expect a "Reform Judaism" sub to refer to THAT topic. Good joke there.

So, what then is the REAL meaning of this RAINBOW, do share with me? Just curious.

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One I’m not crazy , two it’s been a long time and three I wasn’t in the best emotional state.so let’s get on with the story. I live in a moderate sized city in a mountainous area. The kind of place you can go hiking and pay an arm and leg for rent. Anyway I’m yammering.
On this shitty evening I was enjoying one of my favorite pastimes: alcohol. As I drank my problems away a gorgeous woman approached me. Short blonde hair, curves in all the right places. Something wasn’t right. Because She was interested in me.This may shock you but stuff like this just doesn't happen. We talked for hours, my jokes were landing. Hell we loved the same horror movies. Kind of ironic now that I think about it. Now I’m not ugly, at least I don’t think so, just a little awkward and dense. But she was way out of my league. I’d be damned if I didn’t look at this gift horse in the right part.
After talking we went to my place. Several things happened. One my life size chucky doll scared the crap out of her. On top of the fridge isn’t the best place for that. Two we cuddled and three she turned into a goddamn werewolf and bit me! All things considered I think I handled it pretty well. I treated my wounds, cried in the shower for thirty minutes and went to bed. What? You expected me to call the cops? They’d ask what kind of crack I was smoking.
Despite being a mythical monster and biting the shit out of me she wasn’t the worst I’ve been with. She cleaned up my place while I was firmly grasping my sanity. Honestly I thought it was a bad dream and I just had a great night with a neat freak. Of Course that didn’t explain the scar. Or how fast it healed.
It had been a week since the Werewolf incident and I was feeling kinda different. My senses were more sensitive. A lot of my neighbors need to take out their trash. Geez people that shit is disgusting. I also heard a friend of mine sneeze from across an entire Walmart.Freaked him out when i texted bless you. My vision has always been good. However now I can see fast moving objects a lot easier. I’m sure the parents of the kid who I pulled from the path of a car that ran a red light are grateful for it. It was awesome.
A week later it wasn't awesome. . I was invited to a party in a town an hour away. Nothing but forests on either side for miles. I was pissed after driving all that way just to find out the party had been canceled. Out of nowhere some asshole in an suv cut me off and I nearly crashed. I pulled off to the side of the road and I was so pissed. Without thinking I grabbed a rock and pitched the greatest fast ball of my life shattering the rear window. I was satisfied until the car stopped and my heart dropped to my ass when it drove back to me.
A mountain of a man stepped out of the car.”How the fuck do you fit in there?” Was my only thought before the rear driver side door opened.the man that stepped out was in his late 40s a few wrinkles on his face and slightly graying hair. He kinda reminded me of Will Ferrel. I mean aside from his hair and eye color he looked just like him. The two walked over to me. I’m gonna call them will and mountain since I never got their names. Will stepped forward and shook my hand.” Hey there. Seems like we’ve got a problem.”
Suddenly I was on the ground, the distinct taste of blood in my mouth and will leaning over me.” Now I understand my friend here was being reckless! “He yelled that last word over his shoulder.” However, you can’t break people’s things.”
He helped me up as Mountain walked over. In the movies you'd expect me to suddenly be an amazing fighter. This was not a movie. Mountain held me in place as Will did his best Rocky impersonation.
My only thoughts at that moment were. Where the hell are my powers.Will took that time to interrupt my thoughts.”Now I'm a fair guy and I can tell you don't have the money to pay for my rear windshield. So what I'm gonna do is beat you until I feel you have learned your lesson. How does that sound?” What an arrogant asshole.
Now if I was in my right mind I would have accepted this punishment but i wasn't in my right mind. I spat blood in Will's face and Mountain threw me to the ground before stomping on the back of my head. Blood dirt and mucus covered my face.
“You know there's one thing I hate above everything. It’s being disrespected!” Will continued his rant while walking back over to me dragging something with him as Mountain dragged me into the woods by my leg. We stopped moving but the ringing in my ears didn’t.
Flipping over to my back the full moon was the only thing I could focus on. “Come on werewolf powers!! Come on!!” I thought to myself. Will looked at me with a goofy smile on his face. He was laughing at me. I didn't think that I said it. I said it out loud. Those were probably gonna be my last words.
A lot of emotions went through my head at that moment. Fear,confusion,remorse,and Anger. Mostly anger . I was pissed. This is the textbook definition of overreacting. I broke a window and I didn't kill his dog. “ You know what Fuck this guy, fuck his car, fuck his friend and fuck werewolves!” Something hit me in the face and I blacked out.
when I came to it was still dark but I could see clearly. The area around me looked like a bomb went off. Several trees looked as if they lost a fight with The Hulk,I was covered in dirt and blood and there was a weird breeze. Looking down I found that The breeze was caused by me being naked.
My body felt like it had been stretched, reshaped and put back together by an angry toddler. By the grace of whatever deity is out there I found my keys and wallet and two more sets of keys and two other wallets.
I followed the smell of exhaust until I was back on the road. Will’s SUV was still there but no sign of him or mountain. I may have helped myself to a duffle bag full of cash in the trunk while searching for something to cover myself with. But I got into my car and drove off in my naked glory. Oh don't judge me, you just read what happened.

Hey guys, I just did a 10 day history/culture Nile cruise and wanted to share some of my celiac adventures now that the world is opening up again.
Some caveats, Egypt was just getting its tourism feet under it when the revolution happened in 2011, and then really started to push that again just before the spicey cough hit everyone. So it really felt like I was dealing with a lot of established businesses who had recently replaced a lot of staff, I suspect that a lot of the really experienced front of house tourism folks got hit really bad by it, so the overall institutional knowledge level was lower than what I'd otherwise expect. That said, everyone was super eager to please, most spoke 2-3 languages.
I'll try to break this up into some manageable chunks.
Egyptian cuisine in general: There are a lot of influences, so you get a big mix of foods that are now part of the culture. Breakfast may well have been called Breadfast, because of the number of pastries and similar dishes. But in general they do a lot of grilled meat (halal obvs) and veggies. Spices are pretty direct/simple not a huge number of sauces or dips, so in general lunches and dinners were easy enough, and I'm generally just a coffee=breakfast guy anyway, but heaps of fruit were pretty normal as well.
First hotel, New Cairo Hyatt: massive breakfast buffets, pretty decent lunch and dinner options, I did my usual of "What's the easiest thing the chief can do gluten free" and got a steak and roasted veggies. They really didn't seem to have much ability to do GF baking, or have many good GF options, but again, it's a very new hotel and the staff are trying to learn the needs of their market.
Last hotel Cairo InterContinental: Older hotel, obviously hired in staff from other places in Europe to bring up the training level, waiters had really good knowledge of celiac requirements, and overall had great procedures for dealing with that in the restaurant (had some other problems resulting from new staff, but seemed to be a training issue, and again a massive buffet with almost nothing safe for breakfast)
Train: We did a sleeper train on two legs of the journey. No really safe options for food, think airline meal, but only one option for dinner, and breakfast was three types of bread. Thankfully we didn't have to waste much of the food, as we were able to find folks who wanted it. It's worth mentioning here that while there is a lot of poverty in Egypt, and it's clear who's living kinda rough, there is both a sense of pride and community that meant we saw very few people just begging for food, they were more likely to try to sell something (anything) to a tourist rather than just beg, but we were able to give out the extra food, and it was both appreciated and shared. I don't want to make it seem like it was better than it was, but for a country that has functionally not had a working government for 60 years, they still make things work and get stuff done. It's by far not an ideal situation, but it is what it is, and I ended up with lots of packaged breadrolls to give away. I was able to pick up a few packaged food things that were from the EU so had compliant labels, and that was fine.
Cruise: The Nile cruise had pretty good food selections, pretty big buffet, and the worst day for me had only two options, some grilled chicken and sauteed veggies. Generally, I also had rice or roast potato, and sometimes an option of two proteins, just depending on sauces and such. Very limited breakfast options, and no dedicated deep-fryer, so that did limit some things. No desserts at all apart from fruit.
Food at sites/ restaurants: Generally pretty good options, very upscale places, so good knowledge, but again, lots of buffets, so not ideal, two places were just straight grill/bbq sort of things, so that was fine.
Overall: So as I mentioned earlier, most of the people were super eager to please, and very accommodating, they also tended to speak more than one language. That being said, even though I had a printed celiac info card in Arabic, and a very good guide, there were some times where it was hard to understand if they were just agreeing to be agreeable, or really trying to inform me, or if they didn't really understand my concern at all. I did get tagged out by something at some point. Given that about a third of our tour group got some sort of gut bug, which I think I also got (but who can say for sure) it's hard to know. I was as careful as I reasonably could be, but when dealing with buffets and potential cross-contaminations, it was challenging. That being said, would I recommend a similar trip for anyone else? Yeah, I would. You just need to know yourself, if you have debilitating symptoms, then probably not, but if you can generally manage, then it's likely worth the overall risk. The tour companies and people will get better with time. As I said, something got me, but have no idea what, and realistically it may not have been a gluten reaction, it's very possible that I got a bug early on in the trip and just toughed it out until I medicated near the end (I can be somewhat stubborn). That said, they do "tipped" toilets so having cash on hand for toilets is a thing, they like their bidets, which is kinda good when the guts are not great, and pack a lot of your own tissues/sanitizer. It was really hit-and-miss what places would have no TP, and there was no real way to predict it. The toilets were generally pretty clean when we found them, but again, not always. The general rate was 10EGP but ranged from 5-20 to use a toilet outside of the major hotels, and airport. It was a general annoyance to everyone on the trip, but not enough to be a major problem. I think everyone was more bothered about how many tips were needed that were not really explained by the travel agents, but it wasn't a huge cost factor. Also, we could have gotten away with just handling all that in Euro or USD, in fact, if we were to go again, I'd try to get all the tour costs priced in USD and take that, as it was harder to get EGP in Australia (but we are getting well off topic now).

I'm in a spot right now. I started preparing I was 19, I'm 23 now and exhausted 2 attempts with no prelims cleared. Number of attempts is not an issue, but time is. Parents want me to sit for the next attempt again, but I'm not sure if I want to take that risk. I will still have to prepare for some other exam (considering CGL 2024) since I'm only a B.Sc graduate with no skills. I have also applied for masters from ignou and will complete it in this session. I have weighed all the pros and cons and ultimately it will be a personal decision. At the end of the day, parents will still support my decision even though they might not completely agree. But I am pretty much confused.
My plans until now were, to grab a backup first, and then continue my preparation for upsc. But someone who I consider mentor and who knows me very personally, said that I would not be able to prepare after a job and this could be my only chance. He said that I have the potential to grow if I put in honest efforts (I'll be honest, I did not prepare very honestly for this exam, got distracted a lot, kept loosing consistency). Now my confusion is, hypothetically if I'm not able to clear interview (best case scenario is if I clear prelims and mains), I'll be 25 then. I will have to take some time then to prepare for any other exam too, and the entire exam process will take at least 1 more year. I'll be 26-27. Now I don't wanna stay unemployed, dependent on everything on parents for this long. I have strict parents, and even though they're ready to support me for as long as it takes, I know the cost I'll have to pay to be dependent on them. My previous post on this sub is a small example.
What do you all suggest? First timers, please refrain from commenting. The initial josh is gone now and I want to be really practical before I waste/invest the next 1 year of my life.

I (16 F) had a boyfriend (16 M) we got together the night of KOH on February 19th. We dated and all seemed good until last Friday May 26th. So Thursday night I got a message from my ex saying that he was wondering if I could meet up with him sometime so he could talk to me about something serious. So I message and ask him if I did anything wrong and when did he wanna meet up and he told me on Friday and I asked him at what time and he didn’t respond and he told me that he wanted to meet up at the gulch at 11 AM. I agreed and I went to go talk with my dad about it and he said that he didn’t feel comfortable with me going down there by myself because if it was something that was going to upset me he doesn’t wanna see me hurt. And when my mom got home that night she told me the same thing. But I was so confused because Wednesday we hung out and all seemed perfectly fine but I did notice that when I would go and try to be affectionate with him I felt like something was wrong. But I didn’t think much of it and thought he was just tired. But back to that Thursday night I just kept getting the feeling like something was wrong and I couldn’t help but cry because of how scared I was. I thought I was going to vomit. I told him that this was making me nervous and that I couldn’t help but cry and he said that he was sorry if he caused that and I told him that this doesn’t sit right with me and that I feel like he’s going to break up with me and he told me something that I don’t remember but he said to me “just please make this easier and go to bed.” So when I woke up Friday morning I was growing more worried every minute that passed by. He said that he didn’t want me to feel this way and that he wanted to talk to me. Around 10:55 I leave my house and I’m waiting for my ex at the place he wanted us to meet up at. He shows up and he makes small talk and I asked him what he wanted to talk about. So he told me that he felt like he couldn’t open up to me and that he’s always had trouble with it and that the last thing he wanted to do was break my heart. I told him how I felt. He told me that it felt like we grew distant and he went back to him not being able to open up to me and I asked him “if you want too we can work on that. Only if you want too.” And then he told me that he wanted to break up and that he thought about breaking up with me for awhile. I went and hung out with him some more and I feel stupid for doing so and when I got home I just cried and my mom came up to my room and asked me how I was feeling cause I had told her and my dad about the break up and my friends. I just looked at my mom and cried and she hugged me and comforted me. I then bawled my eyes out to my dad and he hugged me tight. But Saturday morning I get a text from my ex’s best friend asking me if my ex had another girlfriend and I told him that I didn’t think so and his friend told me that he was just wondering cause my ex had sent him a photo of him in another girls car but I just thought it was a friend but later this friend told me that he thinks that my ex has another girlfriend because he was sent a photo of her and him together and his friend sent it to me and conveniently I was listening to “kill bill” by SZA and his friend asked him if he had another girlfriend and my ex said “Yeah lol, sadly me and RT broke up and we both thought it was better if we were just friends.” But during this week however my two friends and I were hanging out when we picked up my ex and while we were all hanging out I noticed a hickey on his neck but he told my friend that it was just a bruise. Which I didn’t believe. And then Tuesday night he sent me a photo of his neck and he had hickies on his neck and this girl who I’m assuming is his new girlfriend sent me a photo pulling down the collar of her shirt showing me a hickey she had near her chest. I told my ex yesterday that I didn’t feel comfortable with seeing that and that should only stay between them. He said he understood and then he shifted it to me running off anytime he caught up with the group. But tonight I cut contact with him and all the stuff he gave me I put away. My friends are saying that my ex was definitely seeing another girl and my grandma said that you just don’t decide that over night. And when I told my ex that I didn’t want him to contact me anymore he asked me “what did I do?” Idk guys what do you think?

Hey guys, this sub is the only place I feel safe posting about this, so here it goes.
As the title says: I’ve gained about 30 lbs recently (over the last year and a half). I had some really tragic things happen in my personal life and my weight really spiraled out of control for a while. I also had serious issues with my ADHD meds, which played a significant role in my weight gain too.
But, my medication issue is fine now, and I’ve been doing my best to lose weight the past 5 months by going to the gym 3-4 days a week and keeping a pretty strict diet. I’ve lost some of the weight, but certainly not as much as I need to lose to look like myself again.
This isn’t really the main problem, though. The main problem is my Almond Mom.
She constantly comments on what I eat, when I eat, how much I eat, how I look, what I wear, etc.
She also constantly complains to me in private about how much my brother eats, what he eats, when he eats, etc. and she makes the same comments to me about my Dad too. She’s always criticizing their appearances to me behind their backs which only makes me wonder what she’s probably thinking about me.
Well, she went too far with me this time. We got into an argument and she told me I look like a pregnant woman; that I should be ashamed of how I looked in the clothes I was wearing; that she doesn’t believe I’m really “dieting” because how can I look the way I do if I’m actually “dieting” all the time?
I’ve never felt worse about myself than I do at this point in time. I feel so heart broken knowing this is how she sees me and this is what she thinks of me.
How do I recover from this? I don’t know where to go from here.

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This is not only a story of a fraudulent adoption, but the insight of what I as a now 21 year old fathe parent went through to even be a parent in the first place. From what I experienced and what I’ve learned. My son now almost two, looks nearly IDENTICAL as me when I was that age. Being a parent has given me MEANING in life more than anything I ever thought. Fraud was committed by my sons mother. 2021 I was 19 years old. When my son was born, I had no idea. His mother broke up with me and fled the state while still pregnant. She proceeded to tell me she is going to cut off contact and that I am not the father. My rights were stripped from me & terminated in a different state without my knowledge when he was born.
After finding her whereabouts I was able to serve her, and take her to court for paternity action. This was already two months after he was adopted. I found out about the adoption with no details other than it was filed and finalized in a different county. So, we end up getting a dna test and confirm that’s my baby. I ended up meeting my son for the first time ever when he was six mo.
2022: 20 years old. The entire year I spent going to court, going to a different state where my son presided with adoptive parents, three hours away. His adoptive parents tried every tactic in the book to keep me from getting him. In fact, I have recordings of altercations that were initiated by his adoptive parents. They did not want me to parent and raise my son. September of 2022 started a court ordered transition plan which kicked off a whole range of events from accusations, appeals, delays and much more.
2023: 21 years old. I did everything the courts asked me to do as stated in the transition plan. February 2023 I won custody. It’s now been four months since I’ve had sole custody and eight months since the transition plan started. The plan really enabled my son to adapt and bond with me and my family. To say I did it by myself would be an absolute lie.
Being a parent makes you reflect on your childhood. It makes you realize how thankful you are for your family and everything they’ve done for you. Being a parent/ father has made me a better person. I have the rest of my life and my legacy with me. We are teaching each other and learning every single day. It’s great being a single parent and it also has its down sides too. I love my son with everything in me. When I first found out I was his father it was unreal. I was a father to a baby I couldn’t even put a face to in the beginning. I fought hard to build that bond with my son, and it grows each and every single day.
Anyways for all you parents who read this here’s a cheers to making an impact on our children!

Montreal, Quebec, Canada
I got into an accident recently. I was in a 3-way intersection that had stop signs all around. I stopped, performed my visual checks, and then proceeded to turn into the street. The offending party ran their stop sign, hitting my vehicle. The offending party was coming in at a high rate of speed and was nowhere near present when I was performing my visual checks. At the time of being hit, I honked my horn and came at a complete stop. I came at a complete stop because had I gone forward a bit more I'd get hit in the driver's side of the door (the impact was on my front bumper). Now, my struts are messed up (mechanic verified it) but my front bumper barely looks scratched. Turning my steering wheel produces a large rubbery squeaking noise, almost as if I'm captaining a ship. Would I be covered by one-way insurance in the province of Quebec? From my understanding Quebec is a no-fault state. But I'm not sure how I'd fair out in this regard. Any advice would help me.
Also, what are my legal advice? I exchanged information with the offending party. However, I never reported to the police since my broker told me the police would only come if the offending party was unruly, unwilling to cooperate (exchange info), and getting violent. Offending party was none of that except a bit rude in the exchange of words (elderly fellow). As such, do I still have the ability to make a police report? The entire event was captured by my dashcam. Therefore, I'm not really worried about having my facts corroborated by anyone. I never once mentioned I had a dashcam to protect myself.

It started when I was heading home from a camping trip with my roommate kayla and our friend Ben, we were enjoying the road trip but were all beginning to get bored as we got on the highway and the beautiful forest scenery faded into empty fields. We were in the middle of deciding where we should stop to get food when Kayla shouted at me to pull over and assuming she was carsick and needed to puke I immediately did without asking her why. When I got to the side of the road she almost immediately jumped out and ran behind the car then down the road. When she got back after a few minutes she was holding a small gray thing and excitedly climbed back in the car, Ben who was in the backseat leaned forward to see what she was holding and it took me a minute to realize what the gray thing was. To my surprise it was a tiny kitten who looked only a few weeks old “is it dead?” I instinctively asked even though it was obvious it wasn’t as it’s eyes were open and it was quietly mewing. The rest of the car ride consisted of Kayla telling me to drive faster because she wanted to get home to take it to the vet or something (I wasn’t exactly paying attention to what she was saying…) anyways a couple days after getting home despite my constant protesting Kayla and I now had a cat. She took her to the vet and she had so many diseases and worms i knew we couldn’t pay to fix but Kayla insisted and tortilla (don’t ask me why she chose to name it that) now was my problem. Though she payed for the vet bills I was tasked with buying tortilla things like food bowls and a bed and eventually she became my full responsibility with Kayla spending little to no time or money on her. Though I hated her at first I soon started loving tortilla and renamed her Smokey. At some point I left to go on another camping trip this time without Kayla and when I got back she told me smokey gotten out while I was gone and was still missing. I was devastated and did everything I could to try to find her but wasn’t able to and eventually gave up. A few weeks after that though I began to notice strange things happening like waking up in the middle of the night to distorted meowing coming from outside or occasionally seeing a small shadow behind me in the mirror, I talked to doctors and therapists but they all told me it was just hallucinations caused by the grief of losing Smokey which I believed until things started getting worse and I was no longer able to sleep due to every time I closed my eyes I would hear the sad distorted meowing again. I soon couldn’t stand it anymore at some point gave up on ignoring it like my doctors told me to do and got up in the middle of the night to go outside to find the source of the meowing. As I walked around the sides of my house the meowing grew more distorted but also more sad(?) I couldn’t explain it but I felt drawn to it and soon found myself standing in front of a plastic bag that was poorly hidden behind a couple of cardboard boxes, maybe it was because I was still half asleep or maybe it was because my doctors had put me on so many different kinds of medications that I wasn’t thinking right but something compelled me to open the bag and inside was something that part of me new I was going to find yet my heart still sank and I felt sick looking at it, a tiny decaying body. It took me a minute to fully register what I was seeing but when I did I nearly puked. I picked up the bag and ran inside barging into kaylas room and began screaming at her to wake up. When she did I thrust the bag into her and she nervously looked away which confirmed my suspicions that it was her who did it. I screamed at her asking why she would do it and the answer she gave was pathetic “I was just holding her and she clawed me…I didn’t mean to kick her so hard…” hearing this made me furious and I snatched the bag away from her but when I looked back in it the body was gone, I then turned to face her but she was gone to. I spent a lot of time looking for her and attempted to call her multiple times. That morning I called the police to report her missing and when they couldn’t find her I was of course questioned but was quickly let go. That night I ended up sleeping at my moms house partly because the apartment was still being searched for evidence and partly because I couldn’t stand to be there anymore. As I fell asleep I had a dream of Kayla screaming and crying saying she was sorry and that she didn’t mean it, she was heavily bleeding from gashes covering pretty much her entire body, she began to attempt to run but tripped and something I couldn’t see dragged her away. The next morning I saw on the news that both her and Smokey’s bodies had been found behind the dumpster near my apartment but the killer is apparently unknown the only kind of evidence they have are the large gashes covering her body and the blood on Smoky’s rotting paws.

I have an 11 month old female australian shepherd. My partner and I have had her since she was 4 months old. She came to us potty trained and while I have used crates in the past with other dogs I have owned (2 aussies), we did not crate train her simply because she can be left alone in our room (a small confined area) without chewing on anything, getting into anything, or going to the bathroom. Clover (our dog) does have a crate, we use it on occasion if she is too hyper or misbehaves ( I know this is not the best practice), however, she actually enjoys her crate sometimes and opts to sleep in it on occasion (it is in our bedroom).
Since we have had her she frequently pulls on her leash and is extremely reactive to other dogs from across the street. I cannot do anything but pick her up because she becomes obsessively fixated on the other dog and insistently barks. I generally try to limit her ability to see other dogs by walking in various directions when I see another dog approaching, but it becomes impossible at times when there are dogs on every corner of my suburb.
She has a few dog "friends" that come over to play or stay with us for periods of time, however she is very dominating and even aggressive at times towards them, especially when I am near, when there is food involved (I feed the dogs separately), or when there are toys involved (I always remove toys but sometimes they are hidden). She does not like other female dogs (we had a friend's dog over once and while she warmed up to her after several hours, she was extremely reactive and territorial for the first few hours) and she used to be okay with male dogs but recently we have another aussie male over (a friend's dog) and she snapped at him when I got home and was trying to feed them (separately). She follows him around like a shark, she is extremely jealous when we give him any attention, and she is always watching him, almost nipping at his face. I do try to separate them and usually they have a great time and play well together but for some reason this time is different (this is not his first stay with us).
Our dog is extremely possessive over me too. She guards me and hates when my partner and I hug. She will bark and growl at us. She barks every time someone comes home, is outside our house, or someone is over.
How can I train her? I watch videos on youtube but none really apply to her case. She is smart but she lacks impulse control, she is NOT food motivated, and is becoming more territorial / less confident. I have owned aussies in the past, invested in dog training, crate trained, trick training, etc. I am not an inexperienced dog owner. However, I don't really know where to begin with her just because her case is so unique. She is not even a full sized aussie- she is about 38 lbs! I know a lot of her aggression stems from lack of confidence, probably my lack of consistency with training, and a few other things but I really want to work with her and make her better.
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I’ve loved this show since I first started watching it, I feel like every single character has some sort of relatable characteristic. I tried getting her to watch it but she just wouldn’t buy in.
For a long time I related to Bojack and his nastiness, wanting to be better through the simple acknowledgement that I wasn’t perfect. This sub kinda helped me realize that wasn’t healthy and I’ve grown a lot because of it. I have to make the changes that I want to see in myself, and I have in a lot of ways. I still find myself relating to Bojack to some degree just out of mere regret for my past but not wanting to be him has helped me to grow a lot.
More recently I found myself relating to Diane - striving to find meaning through my career, battling with the damage I’ve been through and trying to make it mean something, and eventually learning to trust the happy parts of my life. Maybe too much, I trusted my happiness (which I now see was contentment rather than happiness) with my girlfriend despite how she treated me (she’s a fine woman, but she was really hard on me over things I couldn’t control, like not knowing something I wouldn’t think to look into or forgetting to buy something lol) and really thought that if I trusted us enough, I’d be happy in the end - and I was until she ended things.
I’m still devastated by what’s happened, I still truly think I could’ve been happy with her, but I’m finding a lot of comfort in Mr. Peanut Butter right now. I’m so focused on love and trying to force an “us” with someone that I know isn’t right for me, and I haven’t taken enough time to learn who I am and what I want. How can I make someone else happy if I don’t know how to make myself happy?
This show is so good. Times are tough right now but as corny as it sounds I’m so glad I have this show to lean on.
No help needed or anything, just going through it and felt like sharing. I’m sure others have found comfort in this show in their worst times and I’m curious to hear how!

hi! i (22f) have never posted on Reddit so apologies if i do something incorrectly. this may be a bit all over the place. i'm currently in a mostly healthy relationship with a 23m. and while i generally find him to be agreeable and i think our personalities mesh very well together, i'm not sure i feel understood by him.
he's generally a nice man, often demonstrating his love and care for me through acts of service. one thing i've always liked about him is i feel he's the most emotionally intelligent man I've met, (although we met during the pandemic and really only saw each other for the first year or so, and he doesn't have that many friends so it's not too often i see his behavior towards anyone but me.) he's very funny and we make each other laugh a lot. he is warm and affectionate. he makes great efforts to take care of me and loves listening to me. he is also more willing to be open and vulnerable about his feelings than most men. of the men i've encountered in my life, i would definitely say he is the best. we've been together for 2.5 years and live together. i love him and would die for him and i mean that.
on the flip side, i oftentimes find him irrationally angry and he can be hurtful without intending to be. he can act like a big brute when he's mad. and he doesn't extend care and compassion to others even close to the way he does to me, which i don't find flattering; just embarrassing and weird. he can be really careless in assessing the feelings of others. he sincerely enjoys listening to me talk about my life and my thoughts but very often demonstrates interpretations of my behaviors/words/choices that make me feel completely mischaracterized. it may all sound contradictory, but people can be contradictory. we have kind of sworn to remain together for the rest of our lives, but there's a surprisingly large part of me that really dreads that because i don't get to experience more sapphic experiences. i find myself getting the ick often despite really really not wanting to. i don't want sex with him often unless i'm drunk and i don't derive pleasure when i'm solo thinking about him even though i do think he's very attractive visually.
this has been a theme in a lot of my past relationships with men. i just don't feel like they /get/ me in a way i long to be understood. i feel that a lot of who i am is overlooked, misinterpreted, or under-appreciated. i like having certain elements of myself that are just for me, but i am someone who pays very close attention to little details about people and both intuitively and meticulously go out of my way to demonstrate that, so i find it kind of bizarre that oftentimes the people i am closest to don't necessarily match that energy in a way that resonates deeply within me.
i'm bisexual and have known this about myself nearly my whole life without having ever really experienced shame about it. i spent some time being closeted but always felt like it was the world that was wrong, not me. i have dated mostly men and only one girl when i was in high school and that relationship was very unhealthy. i find myself romanticizing the idea of relationships with women as an adult. like women understand each other in a way that is very sacred, but i have no idea if that's accurate. i don't think i'm fully gay as i do experience sexual and romantic attraction to men, but do always feel they are emotionally disappointing in this ineffable way in comparison to the way i imagine being with a woman feels. when being physically intimate with men, i more often than not tend to feel very tense and physically aware in a bad way, like i'm just following protocol until it's over and fake orgasms to make it be over faster even if i'm with someone i know can actually get me there. i've actually considered many times in my life that i may be a lesbian but then develop crushes on men again. does this sound like anyone's experience with comphet or are men just generally disappointing?
is this normal? is it unrealistic to want to feel fully understood by a partner? do others experience this deeply seated dread and loneliness within relationships around the feeling of not being truly known? is it something i'm doing wrong? is it just a question of maturity for now? have i just been dealt a crummy hand of men? does being exclusively with women feel different? I also sincerely apologize if this isn't the best subreddit for this post. like i said; very new to this.
TLDR: feeling confused as there's a big void still within me romantically despite being with someone i consider to be the optimal man and want to know if this is just what it will always feel like to be with men in other people's experience.