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Woman smashes mans testicles after finding out he cheated (seems fair) 😂👏🏼😬

2023.05.29 18:18 Byte_Size_N_Pretty Woman smashes mans testicles after finding out he cheated (seems fair) 😂👏🏼😬

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2023.05.29 18:08 Minyaden My pickups from the last month.

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2023.05.29 18:07 Savings_Accomplished Wtf? Is this right? Is actually meant to take up this much space?

Wtf? Is this right? Is actually meant to take up this much space?
I've gone to update Daedalus and I keep getting a red screen asking for an additional 0.5gb of space.
Each time, I appease the Cardano gods by ridding my hard drive of all photos and videos I can find. You know, treasured memories of me and my loved ones. Weddings, birthdays, holidays, the birth of my children and etc...
However, no sacrifice is enough. Daedalus demands more and more.
How do I explain to my wife I've deleted all these priceless moments to gain access to probably $69 in ada?
Also, and on a serious note. How can I afford to contribute to Daedalus is the space cost is so high?
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2023.05.29 18:04 AutoModerator Here's How To Watch 'You Hurt My Feelings' Free Online Streaming ON Reddit

A new comedy by A24 is coming our way this summer! You Hurt My Feelings was written, directed, and produced by Nicole Holofcener. The film is also produced by Anthony Bregman, Stefanie Azpiazu, and Julia Louis-Dreyfu.
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Romantic comedies are always about finding your true love, but Nicole Holofcener has stood out in her career because her movies often focus on the struggles of maintaining or rediscovering love later in life. That once again looks to be the case in her new movie, You Hurt My Feelings, where she teams up with Julia Louis-Dreyfus.

While the movie is written and directed by Holofcener, it also has another big name in Hollywood right now behind it — studio A24. The producedistributor has long been known for its acclaimed entries that offer something different than the typical superhero/franchise fare of many other Hollywood studios. A24 has been on a particularly hot streak of late, with its 2022 movie Everything Everywhere All at Once winning Best Picture, as well as a slew of other movies earning awards and strong box office numbers. Will You Hurt My Feelings keep that momentum going?

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After premiering at the 2023 Sundance Film Festival in January, You Hurt My Feelings arrives in theaters for US audiences on May 26, which is the Friday of Memorial Day weekend.

The comedy is going to be an alternative to the usual summer blockbuster fare, including in its opening weekend, going up against The Little Mermaid and the broad comedy About My Father.

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Since A24 is set to share a digital release date, we can only speculate as to when it may be available to watch at home.

Looking at Aster’s previous movies, both of which were also backed by A24, Hereditary had a wide theatrical release on June 8, 2018, while it became available to rent or buy on Amazon Prime Video and other platforms on August 21, 2018.

Meanwhile, the director’s cut of Midsommar dropped in cinemas on August 30, 2019, before streaming on September 24, 2019.

Aside from Aster’s projects, A24’s Oscar-winning hits Everything Everywhere All at Once and The Whale had a wide theatrical release on April 8, 2022, and December 21, 2022, respectively.

The Michelle Yeoh-starring movie became available for streaming on June 7, 2022, while the Brendan Fraser-led drama didn’t come out until March 14, 2023.

If you put all of these together, this averages out to just under two months – but it’s likely set to follow Aster’s previous flicks, meaning the wait might not be quite so long. We’ll be sure to keep you posted when updates roll in.

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No, You Hurt My Feelings will not be on HBO Max since it is not a Warner Bros. movie. Last year, the company dropped its movies on the streamer the same day they premiered in theaters. However, they have since stopped and like many others, started allowing a 45-day window between the theatrical debut and the streaming release.

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No, You Hurt My Feelings will not be on Netflix. However, it is possible that it will make it to the streaming giant eventually seeing as it’s home to other A24 movies like Uncut Gems. Until then, you’ll just have to head out to theaters or wait until it becomes available on digital.

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You Hurt My Feelings cast
Julia Louis-Dreyfus headlines You Hurt My Feelings as novelist Beth. This is a reunion for Louis-Dreyfus and Holofcener, as the two previously worked together on the 2013 movie Enough Said. Of course, Louis-Dreyfus is best known for her TV roles as Elaine on Seinfeld and Selina Meyer on Veep, but she has also starred in The New Adventures of Old Christine, Downhill, You People and has a recurring role in the MCU as Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Playing Beth's husband Don is Tobias Menzies. Many viewers will likely know Menzies from either his role as Prince Philip for two seasons on The Crown or in Outlander, though he has also appeared in big-name shows like Game of Thrones, Rome and The Terror.

Other members of the You Hurt My Feelings cast include Michaela Watkins (Enlightened) as Beth's sister Sarah, Owen Teague (Mrs. Fletcher) as Beth's son Elliot, Arian Moyaed (Succession) as Sarah's husband Mark and Jeannie Berlin (Succession) as Beth's mother Georgia. Also appearing in the movie are David Cross, Amber Tamblyn, Zach Cherry, LaTanya Richardson Jackson and Sarah Steele.

What Is You Hurt My Feelings About?
Nicole Holofcener has distinguished herself in her career by centering many of her works that deal with the challenges of sustaining or rediscovering love in later life. This appears to be the same situation for You Hurt My Feelings which tells the story of a woman and her husband, focusing on their relationship over the years. The couple’s apparent happy life takes a hit when their little white lies are revealed to each other.
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2023.05.29 18:03 AcceptableBase6186 AITA for not taking my family photos down?

Both of my daughters (27) and (24) left home early and went to college. Both worked throughout college. Found internship and got decent jobs. 24 just had a beautiful destination wedding. Photographer included so 27 announced with 24 blessing she’s next at the wedding. For most of my side of family couldn’t afford to go the wedding. My oldest sister Anne and my niece Leigha (36) couldn’t go.
Leigha has recently got divorced from her second husband and has 4 children by 3 different fathers. It’s clear she has always been jealous of my girls. It came out on Facebook where she got in an argument about 24 stealing her sister’s thunder at the wedding. Both of my girls has words with Leigha over it and blocked her. She came to my Facebook to spout off on how we never help family members in need and ignored my nieces and nephews. I told her that it was her decision to continually have children that she couldn’t afford over the years and go cry somewhere else.
Anne is now mad at me saying we all bullied poor Leigha because we knew she was in a bad place because we set off to a lavish wedding for my daughter.
It’s gotten into a huge family argument were I shouldn’t have posted so many photos or videos of the wedding but obviously I’m so happy for my daughters and had lots of tears of joy at their wedding. I feel like if people are bothered by all of these pictures and well wishers they don’t have to come to my private Facebook and leave nasty messages and can unfollow or block me if they feel so stressed about it.
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2023.05.29 18:00 Gr4zhopeR Can someone clean up this photo of my parents on their wedding day? I'd like for it to be lighter and brighten up the background if possible. I would love to surprise them with it. I can pay $10.00 to the best submission.

Can someone clean up this photo of my parents on their wedding day? I'd like for it to be lighter and brighten up the background if possible. I would love to surprise them with it. I can pay $10.00 to the best submission. submitted by Gr4zhopeR to PhotoshopRequest [link] [comments]


2023.05.29 17:58 OxideGas 2 additional photos of the W.C Richardson I forgot to post with alongside the rest.

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2023.05.29 17:36 thesurrenderedwife 37F / 32M really need help/advice

I 37F Was in a relationship for five years with 32M… a lot of ups and downs. He was a heroin/opioid addict for many many years before me and was actually on opioids when we met (I didn’t know) Throughout our relationship he relapsed several times on substances similar to heroin. Percocet, kratom, cocaine. I have a history with anger issues and past trauma that I never dove into healing. So throughout our relationship there were tons of good times and several bad. I’d lose my temper in anger when I’d find out lies, I’d be looking for leadership in him when he wouldn’t be leading, and I looked to him for happiness when I wasn’t happy. We then had a beautiful son together who is almost 3. He has been clean for about a year now. (Looking back on photos, one year ago he was using at a wedding we attended) In the last two months he dove harder into God and prayer. We came to a head and broke things off. During the two weeks of our breakup he is communicating with a girl from our gym about “God” he says. He moves into an apartment and immediately dives into her and pours everything into her and God. During those same two weeks I dove into 3-4 hours of therapy a day. Church, Bible study, and women’s Bible group. Where I’m having a really hard time now is Instead of him being alone, working on his relationship with God with the Church, or a men’s group, or anyone who is NOT romantically interested in him to have a clear focus and vision on wether or not we can each heal alone to see if we can keep this family together. WHY he is choosing to work on himself along side of another woman. Sure, it’s easier for her to cope and handle uncomfortable situations and conversations with him not bc they have no history. It seems easier for him to have a clean slate to draw on instead of each of us putting in the hard work alone to repair the pain and grow. In my perspective it seems uncomfortable for him to do the hard work alone and just take someone new and say “okay, this girl has no baggage, this will be easier” My heart breaks for my son. I just want the family together and not take the easy road. To do the work, have the uncomfortable conversations, work on our relationship with God and the faith alone and see where time takes us. Anytime we have tried to have conversations during the two week split or the days after, or me following advice from my woman’s group with being fun and flirtatious with him, he had a huge wall up bc his mind was on HER. his judgement and conversation is clouded by her as a distraction and his answers to me are distorted bc SHE is on his mind. Not a clear slate. Note. He’s been out of the house for 29 days now and been with her ever since. Where do I go from here?
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2023.05.29 17:30 jellitainbink Vacuum cleaners

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2023.05.29 17:26 darkphoenix188 Where to find clean/modern/timeless dresses in NYC?

I’m starting dress shopping and I’m a bit overwhelmed by the bridal shop options. There are many but I’m looking for the clean, modern minimalist style. I went to Lovely and had a great experience there and may have found the one, but want to visit another just to be sure. My favorite designer right now is Alexandra Grecco, so that’s the style I’m looking for. I haven’t tried any of the ornate gowns on, so I’m not sure if I should, but I don’t really want a dress with a lot of frills/poofy skirt/lots of beading.
I booked an appointment with Sarah Seven but I’m wondering if I should cancel it because the booking fee was $50 (I think I could get it refunded) and I’m not sure it’s in my budget. I’m looking to spend less than $3000 but I’m willing to spend a little more if it’s my dream dress. The appointment form had the range $2500-3500 listed, but then in the confirmation email it said their dresses start at $3000. If anyone has any experience at a Sarah Seven store and could tell me if they have a lot of options below $3000 or at $3000, let me know! I’d hate to go and barely have any dresses to try on.
If anyone has any recommendations for stores that sell this style in this budget, please let me know! I looked at websites for Viero, Wedding Atelier and Grace Loves Lace and their dresses look beautiful but seem to have fewer of the style I’m looking for (but correct me if I’m wrong).
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2023.05.29 17:06 SunsetChaser247 We did it! Finally married!

Thanks to everyone here for your support throughout this process! We got married yesterday in the pouring rain (literally ALL day) when our ceremony and cocktail hour were supposed to be outside in a beautiful garden. Everything had to be moved inside, which was a real bummer - and photos pre-ceremony were SUPER chaotic with our friends and family hiding from the rain and consistently not in the spot they were supposed to be lol. Highly recommend giving your timelines to your bridal party (we did not do that, but relying on our coordinatovendors in the chaos was difficult). We only got a couple of outdoor photos even with clear umbrellas because of how much it was pouring and had to do most of our pictures under a porch. We are considering going back to the venue for a photo shoot sometime this year, maybe for our anniversary so we can get some pictures outside in the beautiful venue. Has anyone does this?
Despite all of this - we had a really fun time and so did our guests! Our ceremony was more intimate with everyone inside. I am not a public crier EVER, and I cried/laughed during vows and could hardly get them out. And we nailed our choreographed first dance despite me feeling like I was going to black out and forget everything. Everyone told us how much fun they had at the reception, and our dance floor was packed the whole time! I barely slept the night before and usually do terrible with no sleep, but the adrenaline got me through and I truthfully didn’t feel tired until we laid down in bed!
I was so panicked about this weekend, and although the day started off rough and stressful, we had a great time still and are married at the end of the day! Hoping to reassure others in the same boat. Things WILL go wrong (prepare yourself for that), but you will still have a beautiful and fun wedding no matter what. ❤️
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2023.05.29 17:01 blackwidow2002 Selling this Stunning Eva Lendel Lika Dress (Never Worn, Unaltered, Tags On)

Selling this New, Never Worn - Stunning Eva Lendel dress.
See photo: Eva Lendel Wedding Dress
Absolutely in love with this gown but I ended up going for much simpler look, and really hope this one finds it's home and makes a future bride feel beautiful and happy on her special day. Eva Lendel (Ukrainian designer) never disappoints. Her designs are fashion forward yet elegant and wearable. Her fabrics are luxurious and her gowns are more beautiful than the photos.
Originally paid $3100 CAD pre tax. No alterations. Still in original bag with Tags, New, Never Worn.
Dress Size: EU 40 = US 10 (Bust 92cm, Waist 72cm, Hips 100cm) fits snug so would fit sizes 6-10 US with minimal alterations in width. Length would need hemming depending on your height.My size: US 4/6 (Bust 87cm, Waist 68cm, 98cm, Height 178cm) - I was going to get alterations, but ended up choosing a different style dress altogetherFabric: Mikado SilkStyle: Classy, Formal, MinimalistNeckline: Strapless, V-NeckColour: Ivory
Additional photos for serious inquiries. Please reach out with any questions. Really hope this dress finds it's perfect bride.
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2023.05.29 16:57 throwawaykindofday7 AITA for telling my fiancé to stand up to his brother? (TW: weight and body image)

My fiancé’s older brother makes insensitive comments about a variety of things routinely (the general public, my own anxiety, and most often my fiancé’s and other family member’s weight), so this is not particularly new. But today, I overheard him talking about people being “obese” and “fat” in general, and at some point goes directly to my fiancé “…you’re so f*****g fat…” in the conversation. He was trying to suggest the various drugs that are now being used for weight loss off label. (Additional context, he is a pharmacist). I even heard him say at one point something like “the wedding is too close so it won’t help you in time and you’ll still be fat for that I mean but it’ll help for later”. He then recommended the drug too, who wasn’t even a part of the conversation.
When my fiancé came back to the room where I was, told him what I thought I heard, and he confirmed yes, his brother did tell him “…you’re so f**g fat…”. I told him that he is not, and he said “well I am technically obese” and I told him that’s not accounting for his significant amount of muscle mass, and he is not what his brother said. I showed him a picture of me in high school when I was very fit/curvy and about 150 pounds, but was still considered obese medically, and we both agreed I didn’t look “f**ing fat” in the photo despite what the BMI said. I then told him that he doesn’t deserve to be spoken to like that ever, and that he should really stand up to his older brother if he makes comments like that. He told me it’s not like that because his brother is a doctor. I told him it really doesn’t matter, it’s still incredibly mean and can be hurtful. I tried to paint the broader picture that for example, imagine we’re at our upcoming wedding and his brother is making comments about obese people in general while other guests and family are walking by, they hear those negative comments, and it upsets their entire day (or more, their entire self-confidence).
This wasn’t probably not the right approach on my part I see now. He was clearly upset and told me some things like “it’s not like that” and I’m “being dramatic” etc.
AITA?
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2023.05.29 16:56 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 6: On The Organizational Habits of Unrested Spirits and The Taste of Demon's Blood, Part 1.

[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 6: On The Organizational Habits of Unrested Spirits and The Taste of Demon's Blood, Part 1.
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Becca invited me to her apartment when we made it back, sent me through the alley behind the building to keep the prying eyes at the minimum. That was fine with me as I was a lot more noticeable than I liked to be, at the moment. I had already lit a cigarette by the time she opened the back door of the stairwell to let me in. It was the last in the pack, and I'd only opened it this morning. The temperature on my phone screen had finally hit zero.
"You're gonna have to give me a second, B, I don't wanna smoke around you in your condition but I really need one."
She gave me another watery grin.
"Little too much blood in the nicotine system, huh?"
"Exactly, my young friend, exactly that."
She propped the door open and sat herself down on the ground. I could tell the high heels were starting to hurt her because she kicked them off and set them neatly to the side, though I knew the concrete had to be freezing her feet off. She tucked her skirt between her legs and sat with her back against the wall, her elbow propped on her bent knee, the other leg stretched out straight before her. It was exactly how what was left of Antoni had been sitting beside me less than two hours ago.
I was getting a little tired of all the patterns appearing in my life these days.
I flipped to my news app, as was my habit. There was an article at the top of page about the preparations the SDNY were making to get ready for the coming storm, but frankly I didn't really give a fuck so I just kept scrolling.
"Your old neighborhood is in the news, B."
"You ain't had enough bad news?" Beccs asked with a rueful laugh.
"Eh, I like to stay abreast of current events. I mean, you got me pegged, B. I'm a nosy fuck. But, uh, fifteen years on the inside, you learn that it pays to pay attention to the shit other people don't notice, cause you never know when the information you pick up is going to end up being the information you need."
She gave me a look that said she had to yield to my point.
"So what's the news from Koreatown?".
"Somebody shot a wedding up, apparently. Says seven were killed, including the bride and groom and the bride's father, as they was leaving the reception. You know, most of these names are Rhees. Ain't nobody you know, is it? Kinda feel like you've had enough death for the day, kid."
There was another look on her face, one I couldn't quite read even with all my people-watching prowess.
"Lemme take a wild stab at it. Two of those names are Rhee Seong-Min and Rhee Bong-Cha."
"Yeah," I nodded. "You do know 'em. I'm sorry, B."
She gave a low, almost rumbling, chuckle. It gave me a little shiver, not from the cold, and not one of enjoyment, either. She flashed a sign, one I'd seen her flash before, but it wasn't from any gang I knew personally, and lacking any official affiliation of my own, I'd dealt with my fair share of different gang members in the Upstate Correctional Facility. Double E's, one backwards, one forwards, three quick shakes of each hand.
"God bless old K-town. But you ain't got to worry about it. I'll not shed a tear over any of them. They's family, but they ain't exactly family, you know. I might tell you about it one day."
The last sentence had a note of finality to it, so I didn't ask any further questions in that regard, but I was still as curious as always.
"If all your family has Korean names, how the hell did you end up as Rebecca and your Dad as Sam?"
"My Dad's name is Park Kyung-Sam. Just Sam was easier to tell people and he, uh, he wanted me to have the same benefit of blending in in American society, and he liked the name Rebecca. So, Rhee Rebecca Hyo-Jin. My Mom's name was Rhee Chung-Cha, but everybody just called her ChaCha, like from Grease."
"So your Mom was the Rhee?"
She made an affirmative noise and nodded.
"She didn't exactly wanna give up her family name, and… my Dad didn't exactly give a fuck cause he was in love with her crazy ass. You know, that's where I get this from. Except my Moms, if she was still around she'd make me look like I grew up to be a calm, quiet girl."
I'd hate to see what was worse than Beccs.
"You done?" Becca asked. I nodded, tossed my cigarette into the sand-filled bucket we kept here for just that purpose. I followed B inside and we climbed the stairs to the third floor. I leaned against the wall as she pulled a ring of keys from her coat pocket and waited while she unlocked the knob and the three deadbolts on her door.
"Pretty serious about your home security, B?"
She shot me a look but didn't say anything as she opened the door. A steady beeping greeted us, and Becca stopped just inside and punched in a code on a security panel. As I stepped around her and entered the apartment, I understood why.
Do you know that part in Coming To America where Akeem comes home to his dilapidated Queens apartment and realizes Semmi has filled it with expensive furniture? Well, it was exactly like that. Becca locked the door back behind her, threw her stilettos onto the shoe rack, and hung her coat on the brass tree beside it. I did the same, removed my boots to place them on the rack as well.
"Jesus Christ, B, this place looks amazing."
There was a gray suede sectional in the center of the living room, a 152 inch Panasonic plasma bolted to the wall. The coffee table, the wool Oriental rug beneath it, and the end tables looked antique, as well as the green velvet chaise set near one window. There were three ornately-carved bookcases set against the far wall between the two windows facing the street, one filled with DVDs, and on the other two almost all the books were old and leather bound. The kitchen was open to the room, separated by a butcher block bar from the living room, all matching stainless steel appliances and black marble countertops. All along the walls were family pictures dotted between massive paintings held in golden Baroque style frames.
They were… stunning was the only word I could think to describe them. Most of them were portraits done in a slightly impressionist style, impasto if my memory served me, seemingly random strokes of thick paint that somehow managed to form the perfect images of faces and a few nudes.
"Jesus Christ, these paintings must have cost a fortune alone."
Becca stepped beside me, her arms crossed over her chest as she surveyed the painting I was looking at. It was done in mostly black and red, the image of a sleeping nude man, one arm tucked behind his head, his other draped across his stomach, his hips and legs covered with a sheet. If I touched it, I could have felt the wrinkles in the bunched fabric. There was something oddly familiar about it.
"They didn't cost shit," she answered.
That made me look away from the painting and back to Beccs.
"What the hell? Did you rob a gallery?"
"No, you mook, I painted them. They didn't cost anything but the price of the canvas and the paint, which, you know, I stole most of that from school."
"You painted them," I repeated, looking back.
As I looked closer at the canvas, I realized why it was familiar. The sleeping man was our dear friend Antoni Zabrowska. I had mistaken his tattoos for shadows, though I had to admit I had never seen him look quite so relaxed. As I glanced around the room, I realized I recognized many of the paintings. I was able to pick out her father's face, Rossi's, and I realized the model for the two female nudes was none other than Nia Bianchi. There was one of a woman in white with bloody skeletal wings that bore a strong resemblance to Becca and I imagined that was the infamous ChaCha.
"That's what I go to Columbia for. Visual Arts."
"You're a goddamn genius, B."
She scoffed.
"No, I'm fucking serious, kid. My sister collects art, and she refuses to go for the big names. Shit like this, she pays 10 to 20 grand for a painting half this size, more if it's one of the artists she likes."
Now she snorted.
"What? Your sister got a money tree?"
"No, my older sister Aurie's a writer. She wrote her first book when she was ten. She's published 20 so far, but she's got 30 or 40 more in backlog that she's still tweaking. She's kind of a perfectionist when it comes to writing, but I guess it pays off. Her books sell like fucking hotcakes everytime she puts one out, two of her series got picked up by Netflix, and Lion's Gate turned her seventh book into a movie. She even got to be involved in the productions.
"She's got a penthouse on the Upper East Side that she bought about six years ago. That's where I lived when I got out of the Upstate. Aurora, she's a fucking Saint, you know. I mean, I had a shitty PO that was up my ass every five minutes but Aurie never said a word about it. She just… always told me she was glad I was home, which, you know, was nice to hear considering that according to my grandparents I died 19 years ago. She was the one that helped me get this place down here, paid in full for a two year lease."
Becca raised an eyebrow at me.
"No offense, Tony, I can tell you're crazy about her, but she couldn't have picked a better place for you than this hell hole?"
I laughed as softly as I could, to save the muscles in my stomach.
"I picked this place myself, B. Cheapest apartment I could find in any of the boroughs, and it even had three bedrooms. I was thinking about having space for a library and a home gym."
Becca snorted.
"Yeah, it's cheap cause the fucking place is about 90 years old. Nobody's been able to get a hold of the slumlord who owns it for repairs in 8 months, but I bet you the motherfucker still collects the rent checks we deposit in his fucking bank account every month."
"Yeah, I figured that out just about as soon as I moved in, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, Antoni always used to help me out whenever something broke."
Becca gave a small smile.
"They did that for everybody. I used to call them the apartment elves, cause instead of making shoes they were skittering around fixing fucking toilets and sinks, and rewiring burned up outlets and bringing in new refrigerators and stoves when shit broke in everybody else's places. And they bought it all with their own money. Everybody tried to pay them, but they never took a dime for any of it. Ironically enough, Pops used to talk about Antoni all the time because of all the money he'd spend over there every week. Said he had a good heart, just no good sense when it came to what was his responsibility and wasn't. You know, I had my own opinions about Antoni's heart, but I kept them to myself."
"I really wish I had paid more attention when Antoni was working on the boiler, though. Instead of just passing him tools and running my mouth."
"Yeah, you're good at that," she replied with a smirk.
"And fuck you, too, Miss Rebecca. You might be the strong type, but you're not exactly silent yourself."
She laughed.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
I nodded and obeyed as she exited into what I saw was the bathroom as she opened the door and closed it behind her.
The sectional was goddamned heaven, and she'd said make myself comfortable so I kicked out the recliner and leaned back. I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed, and when I opened them I nearly jumped out of my skin. I barely managed to stop myself from letting out a yell as I jerked back up to sitting.
Antoni's corpse was standing by the picture wall, looking intently at a photo of a child Becca wearing a ruffled, cream colored dress with a ribbon in her long black hair. It was the picture of her first Communion.
"Goddamn, you can't give somebody a warning before you do that?"
He neither answered me nor turned to look at me because he was using the stumps of his wrists to adjust several of the frames back straight again.
"Fucking neat freak," I laughed. "She wasn't lying."
He finally turned toward me.
You ever seen a corpse try to look annoyed when he's missing about a quarter of his face? I mean, what am I saying, you probably haven't, but suffice to say, it's pretty fucking funny. He raised his left wrist, and if he had hands, he'dve been shooting the bird.
Almost hysterical laughter burst out of me as Becca exited the bathroom.
"Least the pipes ain't frozen yet," she muttered.
She gave me a strange look.
"Who are you talking to out here? And what's so funny?"
I glanced back to Antoni, but he was gone again.
"Don't mind me, B, I'm pretty sure I got a concussion. I'm pretty much seeing pink elephants at this point." Or, you know, the mutilated corpse of my best friend, but it's probably best I leave it at elephants.
"Yeah," she answered, and crossed the room to hand me something. "Speaking of."
It was a mouth guard.
"What is this for?"
She didn't answer me, but headed to the kitchen and opened a cabinet, withdrawing a cut crystal scotch glass and then opening the refrigerator and withdrawing… two bags of blood. Nia's blood, to be exact. She unscrewed the cap at the bottom of one, punctured the seal with a fresh insulin needle, and to my supreme discomfort squeezed some into the glass. The mouth guard suddenly made sense. It was so I wouldn't break my teeth or bite my tongue off when the convulsions started and my jaw locked down from consuming demon blood.
"Oh no, B, I don't want that."
"Yeah. That's why I didn't tell you why I wanted you over here, cause I knew you was gonna be a pussy about it."
I tried one more last-ditch effort.
"You need that more than me, B."
"I can just take my next dose early, but you, you can't go down and see Ma looking like that. She's gonna ask too many questions."
That one stopped me.
"I've had enough of interrogations for one day, B."
"There ain't no interrogation when it comes to Ma. She just puts it in your head that you ain't got no choice but to tell her the truth, and you do. She's made state witnesses get up on the stand and confess their own crimes, pleading the fifth be damned."
She screwed the cap back onto the bag and carried them and the glass over to the coffee table and set them down. She walked over and opened a closet door, pulling out an IV pole with a little box attached to it, and grabbed a small cardboard box from off a shelf and what looked like a tackle box. She set it on the coffee table after she pulled the pole over to the sectional and plugged it into the wall, opened the cardboard box and removed a cassette from inside and inserted it into the box on the pole.
"What's that?"
"It's a blood warmer for rapid transfusions, so I don't go into hypothermia or hemolysis. Little bastard cost 137 thousand, but at least you can buy them online. You put a fresh cassette in every time, the blood runs through it, by the time it gets to my arm it's body temp."
She opened the tackle box and removed two fresh lines, attaching one to the bottom of the warmer and one to the top, hanging the bags of blood but not connecting the first of them yet. The top had a drip chamber with a filter, and the bottom held the flow regulator and the hypodermic needle with the cannula inside.
"You know, it's not fucking fair, B, you shouldn't have dealt with half the shit in your life that you have."
She snorted and her lips pursed with anger as she sat down beside me.
"You sound like Rossi with that shit. That's why he wouldn't let me die, said it wasn't fair. I was ready to go into hospice, fuck it, I was ready to see my Mom again. But I'll tell you the same thing I told his stupid old ass. Life ain't fair. Cause if it was I'd have my mother and my baby's father and Jimmy's ass would be the one laying in the morgue. You think it's fair you almost lost a finger because of what he ordered?"
I laughed.
"No, I actually think that's pretty fair. That's karma, B. I was usually the one doing the beating. How do you think I ended up in prison?"
She looked hard at me for a moment.
"I mean, you never told me. You were pretty open about having gone to prison, but you never said why."
"Well, I learned to be open about it. Some people get real upset when they find out they're dealing with someone who's been through the system, so I didn't really wanna go through that again. So now I just tell people up front, let them decide for themselves if they wanna deal with me or not. That way they can't throw it back in my face, say I lied to them."
Becca let out a bitter chuckle.
"So what's your story?"
"Well, we still ain't finished your story, yet, but we'll take a detour. The whole thing started my Senior year of high school. First game of the year, I blew my knee out, big as a bitch, tore everything there was to tear, shit was basically hanging on by the skin alone. Orthopedics said I had two choices, keep playing football or, retain the ability to walk on that leg, so… there went all my big dreams of college ball and making it onto the Giants."
"Linebacker?"
I nodded. "Middle linebacker. I was good at it. 6'7, 265 pounds but light on my feet, all muscle. Back then I was running 7 percent body fat, and wasn't even trying. Shit just… all came natural to me. It all blew up in my face. Shitloads of surgery and physical therapy, and then one day the pain pills stopped but the pain didn't. Everyday, every night, I was still hurting."
She nodded.
"I know about bone pain. I could always tell when I needed to up the dose when my bones started hurting. When I started out all it took was an insulin needle. Now I take so much, I'm not even sure I qualify as human. But I guess I won't be much longer. That's always been the plan. Just keep me alive till 30 and Ma's gonna make me like her. That's the preferred age for the Entrance, something to do with the Trinity."
I nodded.
"I started asking around school if anyone knew where to get some Percs but pain management keeps that shit so tight I could only get a few at a time. Not only was they expensive, it wasn't enough. I got hooked up with this kid named Alessandro, he told me if I really wanted to control the pain, he could get me something better and cheaper. He took me to meet his uncle, Colombian guy named Marco. First shot is free and it was… it was beautiful. Everybody always gets sick the first time, but I didn't. And then after that, all my free money from my after school job started going to horse, and uh, I got my last six months off school. I already had all the credits I needed from AP classes, started working full time. They didn't piss test. But, my tolerance was rising faster than my income was."
I took a deep breath.
"I'd been buying enough that Marco was offering me fronts but I never took it. So next time I went, I asked him for my usual and I asked how much it would be for two O's on the front, cause I knew a lot of other users and I was thinking of starting to sell myself. So, he told me he'd give me a pound, and we could settle up at the end of the month."
"Jesus Christ, if you were selling a pound a month you must have been making bank."
I shook my head.
"I wasn't in it for the money. I was in it to keep myself supplied. If I kept my prices right, I could use for free, and I had enough left over to pay my portion of the rent and help pay for the groceries. I got good at it, I'd take a shot, and nod out for a few minutes, then get up and start walking the streets."
Becca snorted.
"You wasn't standing on a street corner?"
"Fuck no. Too visible. I did all my business by phone. I had a burner and gave everyone the number, and when they needed some they'd give me a call and I'd meet them or they'd meet me. I had ethics. I used to have people offering me fucking blowjobs for a bag, but I always said no, shit felt wrong. All they had to do was pay me by the end of the month but, sometimes…"
She gave a grin.
"But sometimes, 'Bitch, where's my money?'"
"Yeah, sometimes people would try to skip out, so I had to apply a little pressure to persuade them to pay. I never killed nobody, it's hard as hell to get money out of a dead man. But, black a few eyes and break a few bones and suddenly they had money they didn't before. Being my size, there wasn't many of them that could fight back. But, I fucked up the wrong lowlife.
"There was this prick, he'd been dodging me for weeks. He owed me like two grand, I'd given him that much because I knew he had money, so when I finally caught up to him, I was pretty mad and, the bitch, he told me he wasn't going to pay me. Thought he was better than me, thought he could fuck me and get away with it. So I beat the mortal hell out of him, took his wallet. He had five grand in there but I figured, 3K surcharge for wasting my time."
I shook my head.
"But I should have done some better research on who I was going after. Turned out the little prick had a socialite for a mother and his Daddy was a hedge fund manager and… I'd hurt him pretty bad. First three months, not only was I dealing with DTs, I was waiting to see if they were going to add Murder to my charges. He was in a coma for that long, and when he woke up, he had to learn to walk again, how to feed himself. I beat him so bad I gave him brain damage."
"Goddamn, Tony."
"Apparently his parents knew their son's habits and knew exactly who I was, cause they went straight to the police, and two days later SWAT showed up, turned the house upside down. I smashed my phone into pieces, flushed it so they couldn't get my contacts, but I didn't think about the fact I still had the wallet with his driver's license in it. My grandparents disowned me, right then and there. I had just reupped so they caught me with 14 ounces, all it takes is 8 for Class A felony possession. I spent 13 months in Rikers, but my sister got me a good lawyer, he knew the judge and the prosecutor personally, golfed with them, so he got me a plea deal. I was looking at life in prison, but he argued that I was a good student that had made a bad mistake because of a chronic pain issue, and they were both first offenses, so if I pled guilty, agreed to go through a substance abuse program and anger management, then they'd give me the minimum sentence.
"15 years, Class A Felony Drug Possession, 3 years, Class B felony First Degree Assault, intentionally causing grievous bodily harm while in the commission of another felony. But, at my sentencing, the judge said I was a big guy, with a big anger problem. I hadn't killed anyone, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Said I was a danger to society, so when I got to the UCF, they put me in dark red."
"Supermax?"
I nodded.
"23 hours a day in a box by myself, no visitors, barely saw the guards. But, I stayed quiet, made no problems. Prison was overcrowded so I ended up with a cellmate, and I was glad to see him. It could have been Hannibal Lecter and I would have gave him a hug. He might have been a murderer but he was actually a decent guy. Him and his crew had knocked over some jewelry stores in Manhattan, last job went bad. He'd killed three cops, so he wasn't never getting out. Neither was his wife. Life in Bedford Hills."
"That's where they was gonna send me if Ma hadn't got the jury to give me a Not Guilty verdict."
I knew Becca had a tendency to get in trouble because beside the cheerleading pictures in the bodega, there was also a mugshot.
"What did you do?"
She gave a bitter chuckle again.
"Unlike you, I killed someone. 2021, this fucking crackhead tried to rob the store. He shot the customer that was in there, old guy named Mickey, killed him. He used to live in your apartment. Tried to shoot me, too, but the gun jammed and I had the aluminum baseball bat under the counter. I just started swinging. He went down, but I jumped the counter, and hit him again. Blood lust is a real thing. Once I saw he was bleeding, I wanted to see more. I beat his brains out, literally, he was dead long before the cops ever got there. Bat looked like a toothpick when I was done.
"They arrested me, and the DA himself showed up at my arraignment. Said self defense didn't apply, sent me straight up to Murder 2, requested I be denied bail because I had a passport and plenty of money so I was a flight risk. But we all knew the truth. He was still pissed that he hadn't been able to send Rossi away for longer, and I was the next best thing. Ma had to pull a lot of strings to make sure I still got my transfusions when I was in lockup. I was in Rikers for four months, had my eighteenth birthday sitting in the Singer Unit."
"Goddamned patterns," I muttered, then raised my voice again. "You, me, and Antoni all got that in common, except he wasn't like us. He was already in prison. That's what the rose meant, turned eighteen in prison. Life sentence, triple murder."
"He told you that?" She looked betrayed, so I was quick to answer.
"No, the tattoos told me that. Google is my best friend, B. That's what the skull and crossbones, and the coffins on his arm meant."
She swallowed, and nodded again.
"But, I moved down," I continued. "Went to orange when they moved me to Gen Pop, and I had friends waiting for me. Marco was very appreciative of me keeping quiet about my source at trial, so outside Abuela Bogota's was where I hung out the most. But I had friends all over. My sister was smart. She always put way more in my account than I could spend, so whenever I heard that somebody needed something, I'd go to the canteen and buy it myself and pass it to 'em. Nobody had to owe me shit. All I wanted was to be left alone, so I had people watching my back from all sides. I ended up in blue, got moved to the dormitory, started working in the kitchen, ended up running it, cause I was a 'model prisoner.'"
"You ever fool around with any of your cellmates?" Becca asked with a grin. "Cause I did."
I gave an uncomfortable laugh.
"I mean, yeah. 15 years is a long time to be alone. I don't consider myself bisexual even, but if somebody offers, you know…" I shrugged.
"I think the word you're looking for is heteroflexible. That's how Antoni referred to himself. He had a thing for you, you know."
That stopped me dead.
"You're fucking with me, B."
"Nope. He asked me once if I'd mind if he ever got the chance to hook up with you, and I told him no, as long as he didn't mind I still hooked up with my old girlfriends from high school. But he never asked you, said he loved you too much, was afraid of ruining your friendship."
"Jesus Christ," I shook my head, finally decided I needed time to process that, and moved on. "But, my last year there, Covid hit, and, I volunteered to work in the infirmary, but pretty soon the infirmary was filled, they started keeping people in the hallway, and finally they just ended up leaving them in their beds, I was all over the place. People dropping like flies. Everytime someone coughed or sneezed, everbody'd get nervous. I been smoking since I was 16, so I cough my lungs out every morning.
"People was looking at me like I was Death Incarnate. But I never caught it, not even once. And I was all around the sick, I was taking the bodies out to the truck outside the gate. Could've run but I didn't. Only had a few years left. It worked in my favor. They cut the last three years off my sentence, put me on supervised release and now, here I am, 36 years old, and just starting my adult life."
"Rossi got let out of lockup right before lockdown, poor bastard. Me, him, and my Dad all quarantined at Ma's, but of course, you know, me and Dad was essential workers so at least I got to get out of the house everyday. I graduated early, at 16, been working seven days a week since."
I glanced at the glass on the table.
"So let's get back to your story."
She shook her head, lips pursed again.
"Uh-uh, you're not wasting anymore time. Take the blood, but first," she reached out, quicker than I could even register, and used her thumbs to set my broken nose back straight.
I let out a yell, momentarily unable to see as my eyes filled with tears.
"Jesus wept, Becca, fucking hell, goddamn."
"Sorry. It would've hurt more if you'd known it was coming. Besides, you're a good looking guy, Tony, you don't wanna ruin your face."
"Thanks, B," I muttered as I pressed the toilet paper back to my freshly bleeding nose, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Need a haircut though."
"Nah, you oughta keep it. It's very The Dark Knight Joker, just black, not blonde and green."
I laughed quietly.
"Not sure that's the best association, B. A little too psychotic and violent."
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Alright, alright. It's probably an accurate association, just a little less arson and murder." I sighed and looked at the scotch glass. "So how do I do this, B?"
"Think about it like a tequila shot. Take the shot and then slip the guard in quick. Then sit back, try to relax."
I nodded and grabbed the glass before I lost my nerve. I raised it in her direction.
"Saluti."
"Geonbae." She responded.
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2023.05.29 16:46 darkphoenix188 Where to find dresses with clean, modern and timeless style in NYC?

I’m starting dress shopping and I’m a bit overwhelmed by the bridal shop options (I live in NYC). There are many but I’m looking for the clean, modern minimalist style. I went to Lovely and had a great experience there and may have found the one, but want to visit another just to be sure. My favorite designer right now is Alexandra Grecco, so that’s the style I’m looking for. I haven’t tried any of the ornate gowns on, so I’m not sure if I should, but I don’t really want a dress with a lot of frills/poofy skirt/lots of beading.
I booked an appointment with Sarah Seven but I’m wondering if I should cancel it because the booking fee was $50 (I think I could get it refunded) and I’m not sure it’s in my budget. I’m looking to spend less than $3000 but I’m willing to spend a little more if it’s my dream dress. The appointment form had the range $2500-3500 listed, but then in the confirmation email it said their dresses start at $3000. If anyone has any experience at a Sarah Seven store and could tell me if they have a lot of options below $3000 or at $3000, let me know! I’d hate to go and barely have any dresses to try on.
If anyone has any recommendations for stores that sell this style in this budget, please let me know! I looked at websites for Viero, Wedding Atelier and Grace Loves Lace and their dresses look beautiful but seem to have fewer of the style I’m looking for (but correct me if I’m wrong).
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2023.05.29 16:34 Big_Statistician3845 AITA for questioning my friend's decision to quit her stable job without a backup plan?

My friend, let's call her Sarah, a 32-year-old marketing exec, recently surprised me with her decision to quit her well-paying job at XYZ Company. She had been working there for 9 years and was well paid and got good benefits. She told me last week that she was quitting and going to work in photography full time.
But I need to be honest, she is a massive shopaholic and lacks financial sense. While she has a fairly comfortable lifestyle and I presume a decent amount of savings, she has this substantial home loan, supports her parents and 2 disabled brothers, and often has to borrow cash from me to pay her credit card (she does pay me back when she gets her salary!).
Sarah is in a committed relationship with her girlfriend, Emily, who fully supports her dreams. Emily, an accomplished photographer herself, she has a pretty big Instagram page and seems to be making good money on sites like Shutterstock and wedding gigs etc. She's been pushing Sarah to try working on her photography skills (Sarah is passionate about it, but I don't think she's at a level where she could be professional). Emily just wants her to follow her passion.Unfortunately, my expression of concern about Sarah's decision has strained our friendship. It seems Sarah perceived my questions as doubting her abilities and lacking trust in her judgment. Since the argument, our communication has become distant, and I'm worried about the potential impact on our friendship. She's left me on read on Instagram for almost 3 days now.I seek your judgment, Reddit. Am I the asshole for questioning Sarah's decision to quit her stable job without a backup plan?
Sarah said that I was behaving like a "bitch" and was not a good friend. She left dinner that night and has been ghosting me since. I don't think I was the asshole because I am just thinking about what's best. She needs to understand that times are tough now and she could really get into financial trouble if she does this without thinking it through.I think she's being immature and foolish; but maybe I am wrong. I just don't know what to think honestly.
Given her financial situation, the support from her girlfriend, and the strain on our friendship, was my concern justified?
EDIT: I think I am the asshole here. I shouldn't have behaved like that in front of Emily, and I think I should have supported her. I should have faith that she can get her finances in order and do a great job. I know she'll make a great photographer. She's a really bright person. I was just fearful because I know she has cash flow problems. Maybe I projected and assumed my own fears onto her.
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2023.05.29 16:13 frostygrfx Wedding. First photo was taken may 22nd second pic was taken today (may 29th). There seems to have been no bud growth this whole week. Is there an issue ?

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2023.05.29 16:12 Clatato What style is this?

I love the beauty of Beit Al-Urdon Palace in Amman, Jordan. And I'm keen to know if there's a name for its style or this aesthetic?
I saw it in the background of photos of Queen Rania's daughter Princess Iman's wedding which took place in March (she married a guy called Jameel Thermiotis).
Anyway, I love it. I find the interior style and the exterior - including garden paths and all of the surrounds very appealing.
Modern, warm, timeless. It's sort of Mediterranean, but not quite. It looks a little bit Middle Eastern/Arabic, but not overly/typically chintzy.
The off-white with warm tones, and the sandy colour plus small accents of gold here and there, the natural light, the woven rugs (from a dried plant fibre I think?), a bit of wicker or rattan furniture here and there, among more lush sofas - this combination feels soothing and comforting. Quietly lush. Simple & elegant.
Does anyone know what this style is called?
https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradition/g43284247/princess-iman-jordan-royal-wedding-photos/
https://www.vogue.com.au/brides/weddings/princess-iman-jordan-wedding/image-gallery/6df8eb549caa51a7ae28e1492df8e4af
https://en.vogue.me/weddings/princess-iman-jameel-thermiotis-wedding-bridal-gown-tiara-guests-family-ceremony-pictures/
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2023.05.29 16:05 ladyshiloh Alternating drain fields?

When we purchased our home last year, we were told we have an alternating drain field, and we needed to switch it from side to side every 6 months. But no one told us how to go about doing that. And, amazingly, there are NO videos on YouTube. See the link to see a photo of our tank setup. My husband turned the cap on the pipe on the bottom right of this picture so the hole in the cap switched from low in the water, allowing water to flow into the pipe, to high on the pipe allowing water only if the height of water in the tank is very high. Alternately, he did the opposite to the lower pipe on the right side of this pic, allowing water to now flow freely into that pipe when the water in the tank is lower. We THINK this is correct. At least we hope so. But we'd like to know from any experts or anyone with experience if we've done all we should, if what we did was correct, or if we need to do something else to keep our drainfield healthy.
To keep with the rules, we are in central Ohio and our property is just slightly over 1 acre. Thank you for any assistance offered.
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2023.05.29 16:03 furinshsuwiajbc AITA? Did I make the wrong decision by not choosing my cousin as a bridesmaid?

So, I'm a bride-to-be getting married in July 2024, and I'm currently facing a difficult situation with my family. I have two cousins on my dad’s side, let's call them J and B. Over the years, I have grown apart from B and have always been significantly closer with J. When it came time to choose my bridesmaids, I decided to include my sister, a close cousin, my best friend, and J. However, I did not select B as one of my bridesmaids.
Since then, chaos has erupted within the family. B is furious with me and has declared that she will not attend my wedding or ever speak to me again. Additionally, J and B's parents have stated that they will not attend the wedding, leaving J in an uncomfortable position as she still wants to support me on my special day.
To provide some context, J and I are the same age, and she was the one who actually set me up with my now-fiancé. On the other hand, my relationship with B has been strained in recent years. We were never particularly close growing up, and I find her difficult to be around due to her self-centered nature. Moreover, when my fiancé and I started dating, B made some hurtful comments about his appearance. It's worth mentioning that B was unaware of our engagement since she had me blocked on Facebook at the time, and she never reached out to congratulate us. We hadn't been in contact for about a year prior to the engagement.
Given these circumstances, I'm questioning whether I made the wrong decision by not choosing B as a bridesmaid. My belief is that my wedding day should be centered around the choices I want to make and the people who genuinely support our relationship. I'm also concerned that if B were a bridesmaid, the focus might shift to her appearance, preferences for photos, and haimakeup, which is not what I desire for my special day.
I'm genuinely torn about whether I should reach out and apologize or stand by my decision. I would appreciate hearing your opinions on this matter. Am I the asshole for not choosing B as a bridesmaid and potentially tearing the family apart?
TLDR: I am a July 2024 bride who didn't choose one of my cousins, B, as a bridesmaid due to growing apart and her previous hurtful comments. B is now refusing to attend my wedding, and J&B's parents won't come either. I'm unsure if I made the wrong choice and if I should apologize or stick to my decision. Seeking opinions.
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2023.05.29 15:40 thesurrenderedwife Really need help/advice

I Was in a relationship for five years with a lot of ups and downs. He was a heroin/opioid addict for many many years before me and was actually on opioids when we met (I didn’t know) Throughout our relationship he relapsed several times on substances similar to heroin. Percocet, kratom, cocaine. I have a history with anger issues and past trauma that I never dove into healing. So throughout our relationship there were tons of good times and several bad. I’d lose my temper in anger when I’d find out lies, I’d be looking for leadership in him when he wouldn’t be leading, and I looked to him for happiness when I wasn’t happy. We then had a beautiful son together who is almost 3. He has been clean for about a year now. (Looking back on photos, one year ago he was using at a wedding we attended) In the last two months he dove harder into God and prayer. We came to a head and broke things off. During the two weeks of our breakup he is communicating with a girl from our gym about “God” he says. He moves into an apartment and immediately dives into her and pours everything into her and God. During those same two weeks I dove into 3-4 hours of therapy a day. Church, Bible study, and women’s Bible group. Where I’m having a really hard time now is Instead of him being alone, working on his relationship with God with the Church, or a men’s group, or anyone who is NOT romantically interested in him to have a clear focus and vision on wether or not we can each heal alone to see if we can keep this family together. WHY he is choosing to work on himself along side of another woman. Sure, it’s easier for her to cope and handle uncomfortable situations and conversations with him not bc they have no history. It seems easier for him to have a clean slate to draw on instead of each of us putting in the hard work alone to repair the pain and grow. In my perspective it seems uncomfortable for him to do the hard work alone and just take someone new and say “okay, this girl has no baggage, this will be easier” My heart breaks for my son. I just want the family together and not take the easy road. To do the work, have the uncomfortable conversations, work on our relationship with God and the faith alone and see where time takes us. Anytime we have tried to have conversations during the two week split or the days after, or me following advice from my woman’s group with being fun and flirtatious with him, he had a huge wall up bc his mind was on HER. his judgement and conversation is clouded by her as a distraction and his answers to me are distorted bc SHE is on his mind. Not a clear slate. Note. He’s been out of the house for 29 days now and been with her ever since. Where do I go from here?
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2023.05.29 15:30 lovelyxcastle AITA for calling the health department?

I (24) was a barista at a coffee shop for close to a year. During that time I became friends with my coworkers, Sarah (21f) and Tom (19m). We would all regularly hang out outside of work.
6 months ago the coffee shop started having a cockroach issue. They were EVERYWHERE, you would see at least 3 or 4 every single day. Sarah, Tom and I would all talk about how disgusting this was and I mentioned wanting to call the health department. They both said they really needed this job and couldn't afford for it to be shut down, and I just let it go for awhile.
2 months ago, we all found better jobs and one by one started turning in our notices. Sarah and Tom turned in their notice at least 2 months in advance each, while I only turned in a 2 weeks notice. Going to work there everyday was making my skin crawl, on top of that the owner was notoriously shitty and the new job I found was going be a huge pay raise. I felt like two weeks was plenty.
After I turned in my notice, my boss called me and told me to bring in my key and not come back. When I dropped it of Sarah and Tom both seemed annoyed,but I brushed it off as being a bad day. Then, they both stopped responding to any of my texts.
Everyday I could not stop thinking about the cockroaches. I felt disgusting knowing the owner refused to hire an exterminator and was still serving food. I waited until it was after Sarah and Tom's last days, and then I called the health department. I also emailed them all the photos I had taken of the cockroaches. All over the kitchen, the drink station, there was even one in the ice maker once.
A few days later I woke up to a horrible text from Tom, it's too long to type the whole thing, but the main points said were that I needed therapy and how "sad" my behavior is, calling the health department jeopardized people's livelihoods (I did not tell anyone I called them) and that I was lying, but that I am "incapable of telling the truth", holding myself accountable, or appologizing for my actions.
He then typed out a whole paragraph about how he hopes my husband cheats on me, mentioning very personal details about my marriage that I had only told Sarah. His last paragraph was saying he hopes karma comes back for me,and that I should feel guilty for how "wrong" I treated people who were nice to someone as "pathetic" as me.
I was floored. I didn't know where any of this anger came from, the three of us had never been in a disagreement or fight about anything before, and I don't understand how Tom could be so mad about me calling the health department after him and Sarah had both left the job already.
He said a lot of horrible things in his text, most of them incredibly personal, and I can't get past the thought that maybe it was wrong of me to call the health department and tell them about the roaches. AITA?
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