Bookworm Challenge
2025.01.24 19:48 Meow_mix_Meow_mix Bookworm Challenge
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2025.01.24 19:48 Hiking_Spud 2025 X-line EX Cross Bars
Hi! Just got a new Sorento and am likely going to add cross bars come spring/summer. Has anyone found a solution that allows for the sunroof to remain operational?
Thanks!
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2025.01.24 19:48 TheNamesJoshTV More of this adorable bunch growing up togetherđ
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2025.01.24 19:48 AlpacadachInvictus This explains everything about the discourse
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2025.01.24 19:48 dishonoredinlife [22/M] Let us indulge in the world of games
Hello, I hope I find you well.
Some things about me are that I don't drink, I don't smoke, I play games and more you're gonna find out once you'll message me or leave a comment and I'll respond.
Thanks for reading
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2025.01.24 19:48 JamesKreek Baby âMipâ Wrestling Injury, 2016
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2025.01.24 19:48 Thegwah Facts.
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2025.01.24 19:48 LunarQueen1984 Just a casual afternoon Napâ„ïžâ„ïž
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2025.01.24 19:48 Top-Patient4411 My attempt to redesign Brightney (Ps I drew this with a mouse)
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2025.01.24 19:48 Impossible-Golf6884 LF Zamazenta with rusty shield
Iâve been looking for Zamazenta for a WHILE and no one seems interested to trade on discord and I just need it for my dex so can someone please trade I have legendarys from pogo and some on home so please trade wit me đđ
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2025.01.24 19:48 LolMcPlatinium "The new generation won't be limited to Special Grade" bro got his facts from jjk shortsđđđ
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2025.01.24 19:48 Unhappy-Sprinkles516 I dont this app
No one wants to be my friend!!!!!!!
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2025.01.24 19:48 Normal_Project880 Display wonât turn on with longer thunderbolt cable
Hi there,
I have this weird problem with my 2080Ti and my Apple Studio Display. When I use the default short cable that came with the display, everything works as expected. As soon as I switch to the longer 3m cable, the display wonât turn on.
The cable (the official Thunderbolt one from Apple that costs an arm and a leg) works fine, if connected to my MacBook. Not so much on my PC though.
Windows 11 with all updates. Drivers equally up to date. Really at a loss there with what to try next. Would be very happy to hear some pointers.
Thank you all!
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2025.01.24 19:48 FMLydoihavetowork123 Walked into my old Walmart saw the market team and the store managers in the market walking around like a pack of wolvesâŠ.
Pointing out whatâs wrong and picking and pointing on the radio with team leads and coaches. Making associate run here and there. So glad I got out. Now the hardest thing in my job now is trying to figure out what sticker do I need to put on one roll and waiting for the other packer to help me pick up a 120 pound roll to place on a pallet. Be easy guys.
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2025.01.24 19:48 weird-sociallyakward I have an extra tooth growing up
Hello I'm a 16 F and I'm writing this post to find out if this could be dangerous and what should I do about it.
This started around a year ago when my dentist removed some of my baby teeth because some didn't fall and as a teenager that wasn't normal for him,after the removal this weird thing started popping out of my gum,I'm uncomfortable in showing a picture but I'll explain it: it's situated under the left bottom canine, it's not too deep, it's right into the gum and the top of the tooth or thing is showing.
It's hard and it's white so I'm pretty sure it's an extra teeth... I happen to have two teeth in the lower jaw crooked so that could be another reason.
Now I don't know what to do, it's not really annoying,I mean I barely notice it unless I put my tongue on it,and I can't see a removal there it's small but it's deep,should I leave it like that? Is it normal or something way serious than just an ingrown tooth?
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2025.01.24 19:48 Reasonable_Lynx_8319 trying to cope with 14 year friendship that ended in discard
Hi everyone, this is going to be a long post and I apologise in advance - but my 14 year relationship with a pwBPD ended last summer and while Iâve left the grief stage behind, my brain still seems incapable of letting go and thoughts of her haunt me every. fucking. day. (not to mention the almost nightly dreams of her showing back up in my life and my dream self, yay her, protecting her peace and telling her to fuck off).
Disclaimer: our relationship was a friendship, not a romantic relationship, but she was very much âmy personâ, just as I was her FP for a long time. She was the closest person to me for years and years on end and knew me better than anyone else, and since I suffered from low self-worth and pretty much failed to let anybody else in, the gap sheâs left behind is huge.
That being said: whew, the shit I put up with. Iâve been lurking on here for some time trying to make sense of what happened to me and the more I read about and recognise the patterns of BPD behaviour, the more mind-blowing it all becomes. I guess Iâm writing this because Iâm non-stop fantasising about confronting her with my truth and, lacking the opportunity, I need a place to share what went down where people will understand. I donât actually expect anyone to read this in full, but maybe someone will benefit from these insights one day, stuck in their own relationship with a pwBPD.
So yeah, this is my story.
I didnât know she had BPD for a long time, and when she told me, about 4 years ago, she clearly expected me to get the hell out of dodge. Iâd never heard of BPD before and while it certainly explained her intense emotional ups and downs and unpredictability, those were things I had come to associate with her and love about her as a friend. It was who she was, not something that needed a label, much less a stigma attached to it. I didnât mind, even after doing my research. My friend was my friend, not some mental health monster out to destroy me.
Well.
I wonder now if this was the moment things started getting worse, because not too long after she owned up to her diagnosis, she also started weaponising it. I think she truly believed that once she opened up about having BPD (she was diagnosed when she was about 18, and told me when she was in her early 30s) instead of running from her shame and the stigma, something would change for the better. What she didnât factor in was that it was her who would have to put the work in.
She started therapist-hopping, always losing trust in them a few months down the road - this is a hard one to judge for me because it frequently did sound like they simply grew tired of her and failed to treat her properly. Then again, all I know is her side of the story, so maybe it was just her not wanting to hear the truth. Perhaps she was unlucky, perhaps it was a combination of both, or perhaps it was a self-fulfilling prophecy and a pwBPD BPD-ing hard.
Anyway. All throughout, I was her âfire safety blanketâ - thatâs one nickname she had for me, the other being âcold reasonâ (something she admired). It took me until browsing on here that I realised these are all just cutesy terms for the fact that I was her emotional regulator par excellence.
Again, I didnât mind - she was a little crazy, I was a lot calm, little could upset me because I lived life in survival mode and on high cortisol and I used to have this thing where, whenever something bad happened, I would go into a state of utter calm and just handle shit like a pro. And I have to be real: her extremes brought colour and charm into my life. When she was loving, she was the most loving I had ever known anybody in my life to be, far beyond anything I thought possible. I grew up in a household with zero emotional support, was touch starved and yearning to be allowed to feel anything, no matter how small, and then there was she - all emotion, all alive, constantly hugging me, telling me she loved me, and actually encouraging me to see what she saw in me: not the cold, heartless, emotionless egotist that my mother had made me believe I was, but a warm, loving, and gentle soul.
She nurtured that, helped me grow into that, and for that, I will forever be grateful to her.
Unfortunately, circumstances in my life changed and I hit a low point that was a long, long time coming in late autumn 2022. I was heavily depressed, ended up on sick leave for five months, got put on meds and found a new therapist, who is brilliant and who Iâm still with today. My pwBPD showed up for me at first, but overexerted herself due to her own lack of boundaries. What also happened and what I only realised very recently is that I lost my value as her emotional regulator. Suddenly it was me who needed emotional support, and who wasnât able to provide it 24/7, and thatâs when shit hit the fan.
She went through a really bad episode in December of that year, where she ended up rage-texting me âI wish I had your fucking boundariesâ after I told her that no, I couldnât come to her flat to take care of her because I was too unwell (or too depressed to move without phantom pains all over my body, let alone use public transport without an anxiety attack). She spent a few days recuperating from the attack, then came back saying she had really got the message this time and that it was time for her to put in work and change for the better. There were a couple of weeks over Christmas/New Years that we didnât see each other, and once I was back in town, she invited me over.
That was one of the worst fucking days of my life. The hurt she caused me still feels as fresh today as it did then, and it was worse because it came with no prior warning. She told me sheâd been ruminating for weeks over her feelings regarding her episode in December, trying to make sure they werenât a spur-of-the-moment thing, but the outcome was the same: she said I had exploited her as a friend and she was really upset about being used like that. I tried to explain that I had never asked for a thing, and while my low self-worth immediately made me feel guilty for not having rejected her offers to visit me while I was knee-deep in my depression, I did pluck up the courage to tell her that - while I was unwell - I could not be expected to uphold her boundaries all the time. Her answer? âWhen have you ever?â
I swear, those words still follow me in my dreams. They felt like a visceral punch to the guts, and I immediately started bawling because man, was I hurt - and scared. Scared to lose the friendship, so much so that I ended up apologising and apologising, seeking faults in my own behaviour, and asking her what to do differently so she doesnât feel that way. One of her suggestions? Say no at least twice when she offers me her favourite blanket, because she might need it more than me.
Yeah. In hindsight, I know that thatâs when I should have run. To add insult to injury, she ended the visit by thanking me that I didnât yell at her for the things she said or call her a monster - meaning she knew thatâs how those words should have been taken. Like I would have ever stood up to her, still in the throes of my depression and with zero self-esteem to allow for an alternative narrative in my head... I canât help but feel that she knowingly pushed that weak spot and a part of her was celebrating asserting her power over me, to dramatic effect.
Things picked up a little after that - I was bending over backwards to be a good friend, she started work with yet another new therapist and got some DBT workbooks to look at at home. Fast forward a few weeks and sheâs going full throttle with the âI donât actually have BPD, Iâm fineâ narrative. I was nearing the end of my sick leave, was anxious as fuck about returning to my godawful job, and when she told me that plus the fact that the DBT books were back in some cupboard, I freaked and left her a voice message that started act II in this Greek tragedy of a friendship. I told her I needed her to face her diagnosis and do as she promised little over a month ago, i.e. work on her DBT skills and put in the work to become more stable, or else I didnât really know how to deal with this anymore. I was shit-scared of my recently-somewhat-stabilised-life falling to pieces again the moment I returned to work, and I just couldnât cope with her spiralling into another episode in the foreseeable future or me having to instil reason into her and making her see-saw back to âIâm deranged (her word, not mine) and will take accountabilityâ. Also, admittedly, I was frustrated because she is sort of a trust fund baby, doesn't need to work, has all the financial resources to seek help, and there she was wasting her time doing nothing when others would kill to have the opportunities she has.
Needless to say, that blew up badly - but it did so with a delay. She was shocked and upset by my behaviour right off the bat, of course, but we kind of talked it out via text and I ended up apologising for putting too much pressure on her (of course I did) and as I got Covid again briefly after that, she was too worried to spiral. Not so in the weeks after - her family has a holiday home in the US and she typically spends several weeks there in February and/or March. She disappeared, and by that, I mean literally - we went from texting multiple times every day to pretty much no contact. I worried, I wondered, I told myself she was simply having too good a time and that things would go back to normal once she returned.
Well, I should have buckled up, because when she finally did come back, she suggested meeting for coffee (not giving any sign beforehand that something was wrong), then proceeded to more or less tear me apart - albeit in a cool, very detached and kind of cruel way. She said sheâd split on me while in the US, then worked her way back to this, that what I demanded of her was downright inexcusable and that my behaviour was just like that of her narcissistic father - the main trauma-inducing person in her life and pretty much the whole reason she ended up with BPD. I had looked forward to finally spending time with my best friend again, and instead what I got was another punch to the gut. I ended up crying again like I did the first time, only in public. Did she blink an eye? No. Iâm pretty sure she felt like I was getting my just deserts and that a part of her felt really fucking good about reducing me to a sobbing mess, questioning my worth as a friend and as a human being. I told her that no, I do not take joy in being as critical as my mother, and she made it seem like she was surprised - like that truly was new information to her. Her, who had taught me in the first place that I was a soft, caring being. Suddenly I was the enemy, a cold bitch that hurt her without any regard for her feelings.
Again, I ended up shouldering all the blame. I vowed to be better, she vowed to âcall me out on my shitâ. I made myself small. She said something had changed, that she would need time, and that she was going to cut down texting and talking to me to a minimum while she worked through this. It caused me a shitload of extra hurt, but I agreed because I didnât see another choice - if those were her needs, those were her needs, and my own clearly didnât carry the same weight since I was the âbad friendâ.
Her birthday was a few weeks later. I think it was the next time we met in person, after going limited contact, and it just so turned out that all her other friends cancelled on her birthday dinner and I was the only one who made it. Within the span of an hour, she had insulted and belittled me three times, including saying that she felt âinsulted only I had shown up to celebrate herâ. As someone with low self-esteem who (and she knew this better than anyone) always felt like people were making a sacrifice if they spent time with me and that I wasnât worth anyone's efforts, this felt like yet another sucker punch.
I had also started dating someone a few weeks prior - something I had never felt good enough for before -, and she ridiculed my feelings before asking why I talked about him in such a stilted, distant way. I told her I didnât feel safe opening up to her about this topic as she had already ridiculed me once, and lo and behold, she almost had an episode right then and there - somehow taking offence at the fact that she had hurt me, and that I dared tell her to her face. It was a strange evening.
To sum up the next few months - she ended up travelling again, cutting down contact again, pretty much making me chase after breadcrumbs for weeks on end. The guy I dated ended up being a somewhat toxic man child and triggered me really badly during one date, which was when - in my need for my person while in distress - I ended up reaching out to her for support. She somehow managed to twist my message into something to take offence at and refused to talk further, then said she would be in touch once she was back in town. That was, to my knowledge, at least a couple of weeks away, but since she has a habit of changing her return flight dates, it could have easily turned into a month.
Iâll say this: I suffered. I honestly didnât get what prompted this kind of behaviour towards me, how she could have just lost all love for me, and what entitled her to dictate when I was allowed and not allowed to talk to her. It was so disrespectful. It was so deliberately hurtful. It made me feel like I was no longer worth a penny in her eyes. I talked about it with friends, I talked about it with my therapist, and everyone told me to stop dealing with this abuse, but I was too deeply trauma bonded to even consider abandoning her, abandoning us. It felt like walking away would prove her right, that I was the bad friend, the one not willing to fight and work on the relationship.
So I stayed, and I waited for her to grant me an audience. I was angry, too, and I walked into that meeting with a whole list of notes about all the ways sheâd hurt me over the previous months, determined to find out what had caused that shift. She walked in with the same, and essentially, the conversation turned into an endless loop of âI did x because you did zâ, on both sides. She did take some accountability, and did admit that some of the things she had done were hurtful - but. There was always a but, and she was close to lashing out again when I mentioned talking about her behaviour with my friends and my therapist, and how one friend had actually commented that she was treating me like I was some abusive partner that had to be held at armâs length. She kept circling back to the point where I was supposed to take accountability, to admit all the things I had done to hurt her, stating that I had changed, I was the one who was no longer making sense, I was listening to people that were trying to paint her as the devil. I had put her on the spot, I had set her an ultimatum, no, she wasnât punishing me for it, she was trying to make peace with it, it just didnât involve me. And she most certainly had not dictated when I might and might not talk to her, that had never been her intention. When I told her all of my friends had read that message the very same way I did, she responded by saying that none of her friends did, and we were at an impasse.
You can probably guess the result: I ended up conceding that my communication style is just different to hers, that I didnât emphasise enough with her emotional states, that I lacked insight into what it meant to be living with BPD. She got her victim role back and we parted once again according to her wishes: reduced contact, more time to process things. Not as a punishment, or so she said, but just for her to work her way back to a place where she feels safe around me.
Well. Weeks passed without me hearing anything from her, until I cracked at some point and sent her a voice message, once again in tears, saying I canât do this anymore, I miss her like fucking crazy and I want my best friend back and this no contact thing was too harsh. She acted surprised again, saying she didnât realise this was so hard on me, and agreed to meet up. We had an okay chat catching up on our respective lives, and things kind of went back to a wobbly new normal - less contact than before, but we revived our mutual writing project, texted somewhat regularly, and I even ended up getting to spend my birthday in November at the lake house she was living at at the time. It could have felt like the old times, except she decided to bring up the conflict once again - blindsiding me completely (a running theme at this point) by stating that she felt like I was still putting the majority of the responsibility on her and more or less insinuating I hadnât done enough penance/switched my narrative to fit hers better. Iâm getting tired of saying this, but I started crying in front of her, wondering what it would take for me to be back in her good graces and to be considered a friend again, and she, once again, watched me without backing down.
In hindsight, that strikes me as one of the most fucked up elements in all of this - the way every time she was reduced to a sobbing, child-like state in front of me because her emotions got the better of her, I reassured her, held her, talked her down, showed her kindness, yet when she was confronted with the very real pain her behaviour caused me, it didnât seem to stir a thing in her. Maybe she got some kind of satisfaction out of it, I donât know. I believed one of her breakdowns actually happened that same weekend, where she spiralled after I said something to the effect of having stood up to my parents as a teen, which she took as blame she didnât manage to do the same and which led to me holding her as she cried like a child, recounting how terrified she was of her father.
That was the last time we actually spent any real time together. She had moved to the lake house permanently by then, saying she wanted to focus on her art and on herself (again, she never worked a real job a day in her life and changes her minds every couple of months on whether she wants to be a painter, a writer or a singer). Unlike the year prior, I wasnât invited to spend New Years with her, and I believe she was upset with me for deciding to book a solo trip to Vietnam rather than to wait and see if she would ask me to be her personal assistant on a âresearch tripâ to the States - which would have assigned me to the role of driver and would have involved waiting hours in the middle of nowhere while she worked on a painting. Bummer I had better ideas on what to do with my little time off workâŠ
Our communication dwindled back down to a minimum, not due to a lack of trying on my part. She said she was depressed, working through things, working on her novel, no longer wanted to spend time on her phone and especially not texting, and since I dislike phone calls, there was nothing she could do. I decided to be the good friend and wait until she was feeling better, not wanting to pressure her into anything she felt uncomfortable with. She spent a month in the States with another friend, who she ended up splitting on towards the end, then invited her oldest childhood friend to spend time at the lake house with her - not trying in any way to see me after her extended trip, nor extending any invitations to me. Eventually she did make plans to meet with me, but cancelled repeatedly and last minute and in the end, she went off to her workshop without us having spent time together again.
Weâve now reached June â24, and she discarded me in August. Throughout the workshop, I tried reaching out to her, was excited for her, wanted to know what was going on, but it was like chasing after a ghost. She didnât want to share a thing, replied in mono-syllables and kept repeating that she couldnât find it in her to communicate via phone at the time. Again, I gave in. Again, I thought to myself that if only I pass this next test, if I prove my worthiness to her by doing exactly as she asks, things are bound to get better. Itâs hard to believe I acted like this looking back, but my love for her was a fierce and a loyal thing, and I was hanging on to good times I hadnât experienced in years.
She didnât even let me know what day sheâd return here, I just received a text several weeks later saying the plane had landed safely. Back she was at the lake house, spending time with everyone from her friend circle but me, and eventually, I found myself obsessing over the pain she was causing me to such a degree that I left her a message - walking on eggshells throughout - stating that I felt absolutely miserable about being discarded like this, that I had no idea what was going on, and that I needed her to explain, please. We had been meant to meet up later that week but she had cancelled, again, and waiting for her to finally throw me a breadcrumb was getting to be emotional torture.
What I received was a lengthy e-mail (!) that, once I read it to my therapist, prompted her to say âthis is borderline psychotic (no pun intended)â. A few of my friends read it and two of them said they ended up feeling nauseous. It was a good-bye email that didnât exactly spell it out and which forced me to ask her whether she actually meant to end the friendship or not, to which she said yes. She explained how she had reached a point in her self-development journey where she no longer wanted to be in any close relationship, and that she could no longer deal with our friendship because being around me forces her to focus on me, and she no longer wants to do this. (Read: After years and years of me regulating her BPD emotions for her, she no longer wants to make space for my normal-sized ones.) She said I had different communication needs (read: I would like to talk to my friends, not spend months getting the silent treatment), as well as a different understanding of boundaries, and that she doesnât see a way forward where one of us âdoesnât suffer from the compromises necessaryâ. âShe doesnât feel herself when sheâs around meâ, which is a lovely thing to hear after being told for years that she loves me like crazy, that Iâm the best, that we were meant to be friends forever, and that she loves me so much it hurts. Oh, and, one of my favourites: She tried so hard to make it work. Yeah, by going it alone and cutting me out of her life for months on end.
My world fell apart that day. It was heartbreak on a level I have never experienced before, and I was stupid enough in that first wave of grief to tell her sheâs welcome to reach out anytime she feels safer in herself, that I loved her and that I would miss her. I truly wish Iâd never said that to her, but if she ever does come back - and I donât actually think she will, trapped as she is in her grand self-delusions - I will shut that door right in her face and tell her to get lost.
The betrayal is out of this world, as is the pain, the grief, the confusion, the disbelief, the anger. Oh, the anger. There is so much injustice in all of this, so much unfairness, and it eats away at me every damn day. I deserved so much better, and it makes me furious that she gets to live on in her fantasy world, thinking she was the bigger woman by stepping away like this, wrapping yet another victim cocoon around herself. She even had the gall to tell me that I shouldnât be alarmed when she deletes me on all her apps, but seeing my name is just going to be too painful for her. For her? Burn in hell.
Iâm still hoping she will regret this one day. Iâm still hoping for justice Iâll never find or get. I hope sheâs miserable just so Iâm not the only one bearing the miserable burden of this heartache. Iâm at an age where I donât think Iâll find another friend Iâll ever be this close too, and it hurts knowing I gave it all to her, who started walking away the moment I lost my usefulness. A part of me also fears that no one will ever love me the way she did, when she did, although I guess only time will tell.
Anyway, I wish she would just get out of my head - that I could let the injustice go. Fingers crossed that typing this all out will do something to my brain.
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2025.01.24 19:48 MC_Gillie Fatass eating food I put out for the tiny red squirrel that came by earlier
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2025.01.24 19:48 FranKukina What is a good price for a very good GBA SP shell
I currently have a gba sp motherboard and i am looking for getting as shell, a screen and a battery.
But I am not sure what is a good price for the shell
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2025.01.24 19:48 shelleysea Crib mattress recommendations: Naturepedic vs. Newton?
Hi! I'm deciding between two crib mattresses at the moment: Naturepedic with innerspring or Newton original. I'm drawn to the Naturepedic because I like that they don't use toxic chemicals and the springs will hold up well over the years, but the Newton is also appealing because it's lightweight for when we need to change the mattress covers. Washability seems interesting but I'm not sure how practical it'd be for us to completely hose down the mattress and wait for it to dry, versus just buying a few mattress covers that we can change out and wash as needed.
Anyone have any strong thoughts between these two?
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2025.01.24 19:48 Ambitious_Heart2694 Feeling so betrayed
I just found out my partner of 35 yrs has been watching porn. Searching Escorts .And massage parlors .What is more upsetting is I found a message he sent to a massage "place " 4yrs ago .He was asking how much etc. The prelude to me finding out was devastating as he got VERY angry and defensive when I questioned why he was hiding his phone which he had never done. The rage he projected on to me was frightening. He admitted to Searching and apologized a thousand times saying NEVER again.Over time I felt more at ease .Lately something seemed off. I asked to see his phone. He got Very, very defensive and very angry and ended up hurting me by grabbing my arms and pushing me down the hall and throwing me on the couch all of this just to hide his phone.But when I did get his phone and looked there it was ,two google searches for escorts and porn and a site that has many many women .I was so devastated. I feel like I'm in a bad dream đ I feel like I live with two different people .He Works extremely hard. He's never out of reach. He's an amazing father to my 3 adult daughters and has been since they were young. He's an amazing Grandfather.He swears he is just looking. I don't know what to believe anymore. How do you cope with this ?
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2025.01.24 19:48 FunKyChick217 Time 585-5961
Has anyone called the time number lately? I called today as a test for an issue with my momâs phone and it only gave the temperature. â28 degrees and risingâ No ad and no time. When did that change?
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2025.01.24 19:48 Smaug_eldrichtdragon Entre as que querem fazer amigos,mas não fazem questão de mover uma palha pra isso e as que estão sempre muito ocupadas pra tudo mas vira e mexe tão fazendo alguma coisa eu tÎ criando um ranço pesado das pessoas
Eu realmente gostaria de fazer mais amigos mas nĂŁo web amigos (jĂĄ tenho muito disso)ou amigos de copo(realmente nunca tive muitos mas nĂŁo e realmente quem eu tĂŽ procurando), tĂŽ falando do tipo de pessoa que vocĂȘ pode sair no fim semana conversar sobre a vida, sĂ©ries e talz
Mas esse tipo de coisa parece ser mais difĂcil que passar em concurso pĂșblico.
Juro eu tentei mas parece que toda vez que eu tento me abrir pra alguém
A)essa pessoa sempre tem uma desculpa e nunca tem tempo pra nada:sĂ©rio eu trabalho, faço faculdade,e acabei de terminar um tĂ©cnico ,namoro(gosto dela mas nĂŁo Ă© a mesma coisa), e consigo achar tempo entĂŁo eu nĂŁo consigo entender esse pessoal que nunca tem tempo pra nada 7 dias por semana 365 dĂas por año.
curiosamente se vocĂȘ olhar mais de perto vocĂȘ vai ver esse tipo pessoa arranjando tempo pra outras coisas/pessoas e do nĂŁo te incluindo como se vocĂȘ fosse um compartimento separado da vida dela, mesmo que ela jure de pĂ© junto que adora.
B)a pessoa que tĂĄ na mesma vibe que vocĂȘ mas parece nunca estar disposta,a mover um dedo pra realmente socializar: muito comum online(principalmente mulheres mas tambĂ©m homens) a pessoa posta que nĂŁo tem amigos quer conhecer mais pessoas,pipipi popopo e quando vocĂȘ tenta se aproximar voce percebe que ela Ă© uma planta em todos os sentidos praticamente nĂŁo interage ou sĂł interage online ,quer despejar seus problemas em vocĂȘ mas se vocĂȘ faz o mesmo a Ășnica resposta que obtem Ă© "hum","foda","tenso"," complicado isso dae ",e pode esquecer qualquer interação no mundo real mesmo que vocĂȘs morem no mesmo bairro por que no momento que vocĂȘ tentar ela vai fazer igual o Goku e gritar FUUUUUUUSĂO!!!! e se tornar uma mistura da pessoa que nĂŁo tem tempo com ela mesma .
Nem sei por que eu ainda tento mas toda vez que eu tento me abrir eu sĂł me fodo emocionalmente e isso me dĂĄ raiva de mim mesmo por continuar tentando
Dizem que loucura e fazer a mesma coisa e esperar resultados diferentes entĂŁo talvez eu tenha enlouquecida depois dos 20 e poucos e nĂŁo percebi
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2025.01.24 19:48 No_Warning8534 Toxic Plants List
Very Important, FYI
Plants Toxic to Cats. I've found that many cats become sick and even die from their exposure to the plants below. Many are unaware of the dangers and particularly the specific type of plants.
This is an FYI...
This is a list of plants that are very toxic to cats:
Lily: all parts are extremely toxic to cats.
Oleander: extremely toxic to human beings and all animals.
Sago palm
Amaryllis
Autumn crocus
Daffodil
Cyclamen
Rhododendron
Tulips
Aloe
Azalea
Dieffenbachia
Hyacinth
Chrysanthemum
Asparagus fern
Philodendron
Pothos
Yew
Castor bean
Ivy
Widow's-thrill
Holly
Marijuana
Bird of Paradise Flower
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