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Sex Ed within the Church: or how the LDS views on womanhood f*cked me up beyond belief. A rant.

2020.10.20 21:02 thisismyanonymous2 Sex Ed within the Church: or how the LDS views on womanhood f*cked me up beyond belief. A rant.

I didn’t find out about periods until that ridiculous “Hi-I-played-little-orphan-Annie-and-your-bodies-are-changing” video in fourth grade. Obviously, the district must have sent home permission slips or notices of some kind since my mom came to the school to watch it with me. We sat beside each other in strained, quietly horrified silence that grew into abject horror as the video played on. That was it. The video. No at-home preparation. No further at-home discussion.
A stupid video.
I was shellshocked. Betrayed. Horrified. And, since there was no further discussion - either as a family or one-on-one – it became clear that what I’d seen wasn’t just private, but shameful. We didn’t talk about it. Ever. Not with my mom, not with my three sisters and NEVER EVER with my dad. It was painfully obvious from context that what was happening to me was an embarrassing, humiliating, shameful thing. It wasn’t just private; it was a dirty, secret horror.
Years later, our young women’s group did a stake-wide meeting for the Laurels group and their mothers. The topic of discussion was touted as a revelation about our miraculous, mystifying womanhood and our role in God’s plan. I sat in excitement next to my mother and older sister as our young women’s president, a nurse, pulled out an old college textbook and read paragraph after paragraph with clinical dispassion about a how man’s body responded to a woman’s. I will never forget the sickening repulsion I felt as our leader prefaced this discussion with an awkward laugh. She said - and I call almost quote word-for-word, “the male form isn’t very attractive. [uncomfortable laughter and nodding from the women/mothers around me] I remember when I first saw a naked man and “it” was so ugly. I don’t want you girls to be surprised or scared by that.”
This Laurel’s group presentation was my introduction to sex. Seriously. That was it. The male body is ugly and scary and, obviously, you’re worth no more than your virtue. Once you’ve had sex, you have no more value as a person and certainly no more value as a woman. Well, I guess you can raise children, but otherwise, you’ve spent your worth and value on fleeting and dishonorable earthly delights, you filthy harlot.
To this day, I’ve never heard my parents mention pads, tampons, or sex. Periods, it turns out, were your cross to bear in quiet, disgraceful silence. And yet somehow this was also a blessing and higher calling??
I remember when I first started dating my husband, I opened the jockey-box of his car to find a pen and instead found a tampon left there by a previous girlfriend. I was HORRIFIED for her. Well, for both of us, really. She hadn’t even had the decency to hide this nauseating apparatus from him. Rather, she’d intentionally placed it right in plain sight. In HIS car! Imagine keeping a tampon where a boy could see it! I quietly shut the glove compartment and I KNEW I would never parade my period in front of my boyfriend like that.
It’s taken years to recover from the damage that lack of education did. I can only now finally talk to my husband about my body, but it’s still hard not be embarrassed and disgusted by it. He’s been so patient and kind and understanding, even though we had the same conservative upbringing. We’re all human. We all have bodies. 50% of us have periods. It’s normal. It’s okay.
I know my parents loved me (and love me to this day!), but the LDS view of sex and womanhood is seriously fucked up. I was told that my highest – and really only - calling was to bear children. Unfortunately, due to the way I was introduced to woman’s health and sex-ed, I am DISGUSTED by the idea of it. I can pinpoint the exact moment that I knew I’d never want to have children or be pregnant – or maybe even sex. That stupid young women’s gathering.
The church’s view of women ruined the idea of motherhood for me. What a an absolute clusterfuck of contradictions. Sex = bad and evil and until suddenly it isn’t. And then it’s necessary to eternal salvation. You’re shameful and disgusting and yet somehow highest and most sacred of all God’s creations: a mother. Yet, giving birth meant giving up rights. Why would I aspire to a lifetime of indentured servitude to a man just because he has a dick and therefore the priesthood?
Thanks to the church’s philosophy and teachings, I had absolutely no introduction or follow-up about puberty, adolescence, or adulthood as it pertains to being a girl or being a human person. It was dehumanizing and altogether inadequate.
Please don’t let that be your children’s only window into womanhood. It’s not sufficient.
Note: I understand this is a failing on my parent’s part. I love them. Let’s not bash my parents in this thread, please. They’re true believers and they really love their family. They just did as they were directed by their leaders. They raised us the same way they were, and all thanks to their conservative patriarchal faith. Additionally, and more importantly, this is what happens when we allow religion to limit sex ed as part of a high school curriculum.
Here’s my super controversial take on it: I feel that the church limits discussion and education about women’s bodies to make them seem “miraculous, holy, and sacred.” It’s not biology or science; it’s a miracle. I mean, sure, if all we understand about our bodies is that they are for making babies within the bonds of matrimony, then – guess what? – it is a miracle, since we have no idea what’s happening. All of it, the fear, the confusion, the intentional withholding of information, is a way of keeping women subservient and quiet. They can call it a blessing and higher calling (the highest calling, in fact), but the church absolutely doesn't treat women way.
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2020.10.16 18:35 SaintRidley Wrestling Observer Rewind ★ May 9, 1988

Going through old issues of the Wrestling Observer Newsletter and posting highlights in my own words, continuing in the footsteps of daprice82. For anyone interested, I highly recommend signing up for the actual site at f4wonline and checking out the full archives.
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  • WCCW has finally announced the card for their May 8 David and Mike Von Erich Memorial Parade of Champions. Credit to the company, they’ve not put much effort into pushing the Von Erich part of the name this year and seem to have kept that part out of deference to Fritz. The headliners are two triple tower of doom matches. Dave’s understanding is that there will be three rings built atop one another with a firefighter’s pole through the center to allow ring to ring transitions. You can also move from level to level by climbing the cage from the inside. They’re also having an 18-man Royal Rumble style battle royal called a Texas Roundup inside the three rings, with the winner being the wrestler who gets to the third ring, climbs the cage, and grabs the envelope with the “money” for the winner and five prizes for fans. I’m astonished TNA in the Jarrett/Russo days never did this. Michael Hayes and Terry Gordy will have a Bad Street match, Kerry Von Erich challenges King Parsons for the title, and Kevin Von Erich teams with Bruiser Brody vs. Buddy Roberts and a mystery partner. Roberts was originally meant to partner with Kamala or Abdullah the Butcher, but they’re both booked. There will be other matches as well, but eh.
  • Over in Oregon the battle of May 7 is coming. Don Owen’s show in Portland will feature Hennig vs. Tom Zenk along with his regular crew, while Billy Jack Haynes’ Oregon-Washington Wrestling Federation debuts twenty miles away in Oregon City. No cards, partial or complete, have been announced, but Haynes has 16 guys including Tom Magee (yes, the one who only Bret Hart knew how to make look good), Steve Gatorwolf (fuck Steve Gatorwolf), Chavo Guerrero, Corporal Kirchner (due to be promoted to Colonel when WWF turns their eyes this way), Brian Adams, Fred Ottman (Memphis’s Big Bubba, whom you’ll come to love as Typhoon in a couple years), himself, and a bunch of other guys who I can’t make any interesting comments about.
  • Memphis’s Monday show after those will surely be the most talked about show of the weekend, though. Hennig defends the AWA Title against Jerry Lawler in a match where Lawler will retire if he doesn’t become champion. Most of the undercard is still unknown, but that match alone carries the interest.
  • Crockett has made a major retreat and given up the New York market. Nassau Coliseum accepted WWF’s ultimatum, and will now refuse to allow Crockett to run shows. Over Crockett’s four show run at the arena since November, it’s been rocky. They had a successful first show in November, but the second show was the Bunkhouse Stampede in January, which drew a gate of $80,000 (actually above WWF’s average there). But that show was so poorly received it killed them. The third show drew poorly, and they managed to improve a bit to $48,000, around WWF’s typical non-Hogan card there, for the fourth show. But with the ultimatum and the fact that gates have dropped to basically equivalent to a WWF card, they’re out. They’ve also lost their time slot in New York, leaving them without local tv access in New York and LA. Crockett may have pulled the plug on New York tv themselves. They were paying a rumored $6,000 weekly for access, and that just does not make sense to do when you can’t run local shows anymore. It will hurt their ad revenue, so it’s a mixed bag.
  • WWF taped Saturday Night’s Main Event on April 22 to air April 30. Dave mentioned the results last week, but upon airing some changes had been made. They didn’t air Andre/Roberts and instead put on a Rick Rude vs. Koko B. Ware match. Randy Savage is obviously the face of the company right now - they didn’t even mention Hogan on the episode. And it’s a big improvement to the wrestling quality having Savage as the main event over Hogan. Duggan’s work has significantly regressed. Bulldogs vs. Demolition was garbage and they were not working together at all. Rude vs. Ware was fairly good and the only match that didn’t involve a total carry job by one guy.
  • Joe Pedicino is collaborating with WATL-TV in Atlanta to do a 30 hour wrestling telethon on June 17-18. They’re even going to have over six hours of wrestling live in studio. As part of the telethon, they’ll have a bunch of syndicated wrestling shows as well as the Henry Winkler movie The One and Only (Dave’s favorite wrestling movie of all time) and the Alex Karras movie Mad Bull (not as good, but some good in it). They’re also going to do a segment on the history of pro wrestling in Atlanta. Proceeds will go to the Atlanta police department so they can buy bullet proof vests. Dave even has word that two WWF wrestlers will appear.
  • Dave’s regular typewriter is in the shop, so he’s using a different one that kind of sucks. He apologizes for any issues, and has gone with a smaller font to give more content as a make-good. Yay, more stuff for me to type about.
  • [All Japan] John Tenta accidentally broke Jimmy Snuka’s ribs on April 21 with a powerslam. Not much else of interest out of All Japan this week.
  • [New Japan] Antonio Inoki has a broken foot and is out of action. That’s gonna hurt New Japan at the gate. Riki Choshu vs. Vader has been made to replace Vader vs. Inoki for May 7. It’ll be an interesting test of Choshu’s remaining drawing power.
  • New Japan went really weird with a locker room scene on the April 22 tv show. The main event had Inoki and Tatsumi Fujinami beating Vader and Masahiro Saito by dq, and the locker room scene had Inoki and Fujinami arguing. Fujinami then got scissors and started cutting his own hair until Inoki hit him and told him to wrestle Vader in Osaka on April 27 (at which show Fujinami declared he’d retire if he lost).
  • The major hype in Memphis still surrounds the LawleHennig match set for May 9. They’re claiming Larry Hennig is leading the voting for referee over Jackie Fargo, but that’s obviously to drum up more support for Lalwer.
  • Meanwhile, Memphis is bringing in guys from WCCW for three matches on May 2. Dave’s heard conflicting stories. They’re there for just the one show, or they’ll be in again multiple times. Just have to wait and see, Dave supposes. Even with Lawler vs. Eddie Gilbert with Missy’s hair at stake, they’re billing Iceman King Parsons vs. Kerry Von Erich for the WCCW Title as the main event, and Dave doesn’t get the point in bringing in another world champion when you’re spending so much effort and time on hyping up the AWA title match for the next week. This is the beginning of the Memphis/WCCW alliance and eventual merger.
  • A funny story from Southern Championship Wrestling. They’ve got this local country western DJ on color commentary and he goes by Rhubarb Jones. For a few weeks, they did a bit where Paul E. Dangerously constantly called him “Rub Hard Jones” and Jones would correct him. Then the blowoff was Dangerously asking “How come whenever I call you Rub Hard you say it’s Rhubarb, but when Missy Hyatt calls you Rhubarb, you say Rub Hard?” This made it on the air. And honestly, it sounds like a fucking funny bit.
  • Stampede’s crowds have dipped a bit. It’s probably a bit of annual drop off as summer comes along, but also according to local fans it’s because the show has become so much less family oriented with all the blood and excessive violence lately. Kids have been the biggest demographic to drop, so that makes some sense.
  • Les Thornton is not content to start up a competing wrestling school to Stampede, but is now planning to start a competing promotion. He may get started as soon as May, and he’s planning to run Calgary too.
  • World Class is negotiating to get their syndicated package added to the All-Star Wrestling Network ad package. That’s the same one that has the AWA.
  • Big John Studd has sent out a country music demo to some record companies. He’s apparently trying to cash in on his fame as a wrestler as a selling point for how well his record would sell. One person in the music industry told Dave that Studd wrestles better than he sings, and Dave says if it does ever release not to buy it if there are any cats who live in your neighborhood.
  • UWF announced its May 12 Korauken Hall card. There will be three matches: Nobuhiko Takada vs. Shigeo Miyato, Tetsuo Nakano vs. Yoji Anjo, and Akira Maeda vs. Kazuo Yamazaki. That’s the entire stable of wrestlers they have so far. Since they sold out so quick without announcing the card at all, it’s a good thing they’ve saved the best main event they have (Maeda vs. Takada) for June. Since there are only three matches, each match will likely be in the 30 minute range.
  • Dave hears word that Iron Sheik will be back in WWF if he can clean up his act. No more cocaine for Sheiky baby.
  • AWA has an interesting card for their May 14 tapings in Las Vegas. Tanaka and Diamond defend the tag titles against Chavo and Mando Guerrero, Greg Gagne defends the International TV title against Brian Knobbs, the Midnight Rockers take on Riki Choshu and Masahiro Saito, and Curt Hennig vs. Jerry Lawler for the AWA Word Title.
  • In addition to Memphis and the AWA, Continental now recognizes the AWA Title as a world title. The AWA title is quickly becoming the world title of the remaining independent territories. Related, in a recent interview Curt Hennig said that he’s the real world champion among himself, Ric Flair, and Randy Savage because they only defend their titles in one company while Hennig defends his in all companies.
  • The Fantastics beat the Midnight Express on April 26 in Chattanooga to win the NWA US Tag Titles in a 40+ minute match. They teased referee stoppage and Bobby Eaton, who was the illegal man, wound up pinning Robert Fulton. Cornette did a promo saying he was planning a party for this coming weekend because of course Jim Crockett would return the belts, but obviously that’s not going to happen, Dave says.
  • Ric Flair missed some shows this past week (April 25 in Nashville and Chattanooga, April 27, and April 28. Dave’s heard two stories - either a severe fever or a staph infection. Due to his absence, the NWA offered refunds for those who wanted them. He was supposed to wrestle Road Warrior Hawk in Nashville, and that show drew around 2,500 people.
  • Dave thinks it’ll be interesting to see if WWF tries counterprogramming the next NWA ppv. It’s set to air on July 10 with Flair vs. Luger and a triple tower of doom match (they should be glad that WCCW is using it first, it means they can see how it actually works in practice and figure out the bugs before doing it themselves). Correction time: the triple tower of doom WCCW has concocted wasn’t a Dusty Rhodes original. It was a Kevin Sullivan idea, which makes way more sense when I remember the doomsday cage match he came up with. Anyway, Dave thinks it would be smart if both stopped this game of countering each other’s big shows. It’s just costing both sides a lot of money and neither side has really benefited.
  • The 1988 NWA Great American Bash tour will run June 26-August 7 and have some 40 or 41 shows. A lot of those shows will have War Games matches. After the Bash tour, Crockett’s wrestlers are going to be getting a week off to make up for working 6 weeks straight.
  • NWA got the time slot WCCW used to have in Jackson, Mississippi and their first tape they sent had no commentary track. They had promos, but not one word of commentary.
  • Word is that a 6’7” masked wrestler called “The Texan” is coming to NWA to feud with Dusty Rhodes. Dave thinks they’re bringing in Dick Murdoch, who once wore a mask and attacked Rhodes, but 6’7”? Maybe if he had stilts.
  • WWF is instituting a new policy where managers aren’t being booked for house shows anymore, only tv tapings. The only exceptions are where they’re booked to actually get in the ring and wrestle a match. Elizabeth is a unique case, and Dave’s not sure where they’re landing on her yet, but she’s so integral to Randy Savage’s act that you can’t take her out without upsetting fans. The last Dave’s heard is they’re likely to have her only appear in certain markets and not regularly anymore.
  • Additionally, WWF has made significant cuts to the number of dates. Last year at this point they were running between 20-25 shows a week, and they’ve cut it down to 10, 12 on tv taping weeks. The new schedule has three shows on Saturdays and Sundays, two on Mondays and Fridays, and Tuesday-Thursday as days off (again, except on tv weeks). Well, that’s the schedule for the big names. The rest will work when they get work, with the third string guys working twice a week at most. With this severe a cutback, you can expect probably more guys to be let go. On the other hand, this new scheduling will give the wrestlers more chance to rest, and seems to be having positive effects on performance (though DiBiase/Savage and Hart/Badnews working together might also be a factor). DiBiase/Savage is the only major drawing match they have, so cutting dates means avoiding overexposing the match, too, so that’s a possible factor. This is evidence that pro wrestling as an arena spectator sport is in the worst place it has been in a long time and even WWF is tightening their belt, which only means that everyone else is probably feeling it a lot more.
  • One of the letters this week is about how fans smart to how the business works should act at shows. Not said in the letter is that they should shower, almost as if that’s a given. Anyway, the writer conjures up the image of the fan who goes to the show and calls the wrestlers by their government names and screams at Wahoo McDaniel to “blade!” when he gets posted and goes prone on the floor and how irritating those people are. Smart fans, our writer argues, should try to keep the heat up for the match. Cheer the faces, boo the heels, help encourage the marks around you to do the same. The writer is friends with a mid-level heel from a promotion not to be specified to protect the source, and the writer tries to make a point of going to that heel’s tv tapings. Some of the wrestler’s colleagues know our writer is an Observer subscriber and considers Dave a friend, but even so, after the last taping the writer went to and played it off like they were a total mark, one of the managers came over and thanked the writer for keeping the heat up and asked for thoughts on the angles and how they were getting over. You don’t get asked questions like that from the workers if you’re the kind of irritating, insufferable smart fan who has to show off how smart you are. Honestly, I really enjoyed this letter, because it definitely jives with my feelings about how to act at a show. Respect and engage with the performance you are presented. I remember going to a RISE show last year where I had a fantastic conversation with AQA, one of the women there who was coming from Booker T’s school, and she was asking me about how her elimination looked from my vantage, if I thought she hit her spots well, and that sort of stuff. I’ve had a lot of great conversations like that at RISE and SHIMMER shows and I’m really glad I got to have that conversation with AQA. By the way, she’s fantastic and is definitely on her way to having a big future once she hits the point of signing with Impact/WWE/AEW.
  • Another writer notes that he has a friend who now works part time for the Rhode Island State Athletic Commission. Said friend knows nothing about wrestling and can’t even answer questions about whether blading is allowed in Rhode Island because he doesn’t know what the question means. So yeah, that’s what you’re dealing with in athletic commissions.
  • Our most interesting letter of the week concerns the origins of the term “working.” A lot of people think it originates with the advent of tv and working for the benefit of the camera, but the term originates back in the early part of the 20th century. Wrestlers began using what they called the “working” system rather than shooting, which allowed them to turn wrestling into a traveling act. Wrestlers at that point still had to be capable shooters, of course, just in case someone didn’t want to go along with the script. And there were wrestlers like Jack Sherry who couldn’t adapt to working rather than shooting, and so they were on the outs with the major promoters of the era. Also, the writer found a membership list for the NWA from 1968. Just 20 years ago the NWA boasted 23 different member promotions in the U.S. and Canada. How much things have changed.
  • There’s a big letter from a couple guys in Maine that goes off on Dave for his “anti-WWF” bias and it’s a big enough deal that Dave actually responds. In brief, the letter says “we are disturbed by your continuing, and, we believe, unwarranted criticism of Titan Sports and Vince McMahon in particular. This anti-Titan attitude, while understandable, and in some cases laudable, has been of concern to us for some time, and we had intended to write soon, but your recent post-Wrestlemania newsletter moved up our timetable.” Fucking hell, that’s most of the opening paragraph and I am rolling laughing (literally, I am high as balls as I do this part). Their criticisms of Dave’s takes on Wrestlemania seem to be saying Ventura was great on commentary and Uecker was funny. And since Dave’s writing basically the newsletter of record on wrestling, he’s being derelict in his responsibilities. One good thing they suggest is that Dave try to keep commentary and news separate. Basically, they usually find themselves agreeing with Dave and are very confused and concerned that his opinions on Clash and Wrestlemania were opposite of theirs. The part that really ticks Dave off is that, “at risk of insulting” Dave, they conclude that his commentaries are tailored to satisfy certain constituencies of his readership rather than reflecting his own opinions. Dave even says that the one thing they got right was that he felt insulted by their letter, and not because they disagree with him. Dave even says “anyone who agrees with all my opinions is obviously letting me do their thinking for him.” There you go. He then gives a complete takedown of every point they made, pointing out where they ignored the context of his statements, pointed out how it wasn’t just him who felt how he did, points out his takes on Starrcade and Survivor Series to kill dead the idea that he has an anti-WWF or pro-Crockett bias, etc. As for biases, Dave does admit to a bias toward Crockett’s in-ring style compared to WWF’s, but it’s also hardly his favorite style (New Japan juniors, there’s his favorite style at this point), and he also admits to a bias toward how WWF handles publicity, its company, and its rotating talent in and out of the spotlight to keep things fresh.
  • So, Dave transcribed the first hour of Bruno Sammartino’s radio interview from 6 weeks back. A couple highlights, then I’ll just put a link to read the transcript yourself. He felt like the lone voice defending the old way of wrestling and nobody would listen. He says some wrestlers today, he might call them athletes, but Bam Bam Bigelow? He’s too fat to be an athlete. He calls Andre and Hogan sad because of Andre’s condition, and even worse because making it out like the match of the century is practically obscene to him. He doesn’t consider either of them to be wrestlers. Basically, he’s going to old man yell at the cloud of modern wrestling for a while and he said Vince doesn’t want commentary to refer to it as wrestling anymore. He tries to maintain some kayfabe about the legitimacy of wrestling in his day, but tries to claim it mostly was. There’s stuff about his son I’m going to be honest about not reading, I’m just not sober enough to care about David. He also says he never once saw a bladejob or blood capsule in his life and points to his scars above his eye “that came from being hit”. He is vague about Jimmy Snuka, but he says Snuka’s got serious drug problems and seriously messed himself up.
Read: Bruno radio interview transcript
  • There’s also a long letter about Bruno, so you can read that along with the transcript So click that link too. Smash that like button. Subscribe to my twitch channel. Words.
Read: end of transcript and letter
  • Dave also gives comments of his own on the transcript, letter, and Sammartino’s issues with McMahon. In short, the business of wrestling has changed a lot, especially lately, and change isn’t inherently bad. Some changes made wrestling more mainstream acceptable. Some caused the decline of regional territories, but were always inevitable. Some brought unheard of amounts of money to the business. Wrestling isn’t shooting, but entertainment isn’t a dirty word and things like wrestlers booking to suit their egos dates back to the 20s. Dave says the wrestlers who have learned to do today’s craft and not an outdated style that won’t connect, should be commended and respected. If you know how to work for your audience, can maintain conditioning, and work hard to get yourself over, you’re the kind of wrestler Dave respects. If you don’t respect the paying customers and think steroids can substitute for knowing your shit, Dave thinks less of you for it. Using steroids doesn’t disqualify you from respect - a lot of great workers are well conditioned and use the stuff to maintain the size that pleases the promoters. He just dead refutes the idea that wrestling was legit in Bruno’s day or that he never bladed. He also talks about Vince and that Vince has on the one hand had a very negative influence on ring style, but he’s opened wrestling up to the larger media landscape and that’s a good thing.
  • Dave rates Savage vs. DiBiase from the April 25 Madison Square Garden show 4 stars. A rare high mark for a WWF match at this point.
Watch: DiBiase vs. Savage at MSG
  • Harley Race will be out for several months. He ruptured his intestine and had to have 18 inches of it removed.
  • Big Bubba’s coming next week with a prison guard gimmick and will likely be built up for Hogan’s return.
  • Owen Hart is now apparently 50-50 on coming to WWF.
  • Ricky Steamboat has apparently quit WWF. He was scheduled for the MSG show against Greg Valentine, but wasn’t there and wasn’t on tv. It could just be a hiatus, but Dave reckons he’s gone.
  • Dave wants us to confirm, but does Matilda look different than she used to?
NEXT WEEK: Midnight Rider unmasked, Jerry Lawler becomes AWA World Champion, Roddy Piper comes to Oregon, Clash II announced for June 8, and more!
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2020.10.14 09:48 maggot0817 Warning long post of 8 years and dealing with one. First post and on mobile and tired and want to let it out and heal.

So heres my summary of k,
when we met she would brag and defend about all her past relations, flings and admirers would blow her up non stop and she would text everyone of them back and brag and joke to her friends about how she was just using them, and this is while she was in a relationship. Also had me laying with her in her bed with her almost nightly. I have never been one to come between a relationship unless ut was abusive, but she just wanted attention. So after we start dating the first time i bring my best friend who wanted to sleep with her as well and i hadn't told him we were dating she went from giving me oral for 4 seconds to hanging her ass out the window for others to see to grinding and kissing on my vest friend and called me controlling and jealous. So i told her she is grown and can make her own decisions i wasnt gonna argue and went to bed. Her friends had to tell him and after he found out he quickly pushed her aside.... then the night wr broke up she tried sleeping 2 friends and the neighbor, after we did our thing and ended up going all the way.....she didnt admit to it for weeks and laughed about it 3 days later when i had already known and it wasn't an apology either and she finished it by slapping me and saying she will still fuck the neighbor....
fast forward shes constantly leading guys on to get attention and still telling me she wants to be with me all the while after a loss i had in my family she only texted once asking what happened and what was on the note, and if i got any money from it to get a car to go visit her outta state. So while out of state she is entertaining her life crush idk but rotating me and him and telling me we are together while i wanted to not be unless exclusively how she demanded, throwing fits over ex fiance contacting when we have a child together and never anything more except i stayed to help her get situated for 1 month at her new place and to see daughter1 and stepdaughter3 while she worked days and i worked nights mainly.
While gone each time shes expecting good morning night day sweet dreams, etc etc, proof I'm not with other girls anywhere near, and long paragraph love texts and heartfelt messages, via sms, vm, vc, and after telling her family her exaggerated victimized side of the story and telling me threats and hate from her family wants me to drive x hrs away to see her for 2 hours because she is under lock and key unless with her family....oh and i rarely got any of those expected letters she demanded and if i didnt she'd complain and ignore me, so they started coming less and less over the years. Always seemed the less attention I gave the more it was craved due to work, sleeping, spending time with family, distance, or avoidance.
So she moves back in and drops her crush but now hes trying to be with her and shes torn and laughing it off all the while ex's are calling her and she has full on conversation until saying shes with someone 5 mins later while right beside me....no big deal im not jealous type, but she would get mad that would have male friends come over and would talk shit to them and run them off and say she hated them, then when we fought over stuff she held in until someone else pissed her off enough or she assumed something happened between me and another female shed flip to im abusive and controlling and crazy pressing every burton i had with a smile and turning friends and family against me forcing me out on the street or at a place where my friend didnt allow her to go.... So we get our own place some issues happen over visitation of my daughter, and her brother moving in and being a total mooch making everything worse yet defended him who was 19 yrs old and babied him and chose his side over mine, but demanded I tell him what she thought and they were just so babied and pampered its ridiculous, so she kicks me out and then 2 days later gets picked up and taken back to her home town for 3 months..... then after asking her not ri come back and begging her to stay there and keep it as just acquaintances she shows up because she wants to be free again, and after 3 weeks we return to the dark side she hides from her family. For 8 months its back and forth from i love you i hate you...
fast forward to wedding after more similar scenarios 10 times worse, we fight our honeymoon night....oh and every birthday i had or will have, and special occasions, she wants a divorce 3 months later and rinse wash repeat for 5 years+ she wants a baby to save marriage somehow and during a big disagreement, 2 weeks later pregnant,....second pregnancy after not being on board wanting financial stability first and other priorities she times and plans the conception and baby #2 on the way. Nothing against ny children snd ni regrets. Find out bc and child birth showed positive test results for mental disorders and at a time i was monogamous for 4 years almost and very little sexual activity due to opposing shift schedules, and you out and about during recent break up and me being out of state you catch an sti/std....
Imagine asking the person who begged you to marry her have kids settle down and be patient supposedly listen to your perspective just to twist it into the exact opposite saying that im lying she knows what I think what I do but if told once by anyone else something negative about me its 1000000000% true no doubt no proof needed why would someone lie? And constantly accused and neglected emotionally, sexually, intimately, lovingly, and only playfully hit or picked on and sexually teased, and constantly telling myself and others she is this way, this view, expects only this, is happy, is adventurous, and spontaneous, and turns around to be rhe exact opposite when alone without the facade, and will specifically do exactly told what I find disrespectful, refused to fight for the relationship and fought more to be right when proven wrong or when treated the same way i was getting, with double standards, stated i am not equal to the freedom a woman gets that i pay bills do chores when home and cater to her every need and when she would attempt to do what i requested or needed or desired put 3 seconds of effort to turn around and snap that i need to appreciate her effort, and that i expect to much, when i bent over backwards to please her and satisfy her and fought for her, but because after 8 years of no meaningful romantic gestures or equality I stayed in the other room playing games while she slept alone after complaining i put effort into doing something so she wouldn't and demanded i do it her way, would be her punching bag for mental issues and expect me to read her mind. When asking her a simple question of her preference having small fights over identity issues or that im being nosey and when voicing my issues calmly and composed met with self loathe and flight responses and fighting me to admit I want out and pushing me so hard to do until it got to the point of ger being brligerant abd violent forcing me out or to take some space... And to find out that for 8 years those close family friends and cousins and childhood besties are already trying to make it more 1 week after i left her for her demanding to know what I expect from her and turn around and do the opposite and for not being able to answer a question honestly because if your past is more important than what we put in while you chose to lie and keep them secret and be trophy wife by my side and turn around and be ms life if the party when not in ny presence to be still talking to me after like we never split all the while entertaining those cousins and childhood friends who have always been there for you and didnt just want sex from her....
but if all i wanted was sex why would i choose a woman who just lays on her back, does it maybe once a week if im home and who rushes the process because its a chore and the way you initiated it was by saying come here close the door hurry up so i can go to bed and if taking more than 10 or 15 mins which was rarely due to 8 years of quickies pretty much being told to finish or to take care of myself but complain when i would try to and say it hurt your feelings that i am inconsiderate, and tell me all these preferences you enjoy or have and expect me to just do it right the first time without any communication until after or angered and after going 2 or 3 or more weeks without being loved on by a woman who would hug and conversate with every man anywhere when alone whether disrespectful or not but its not okay for me to go to a strip club after nc for 2 weeks and being kicked out of the home i pay for while you run around our state free as a bird.... And during this time link with ex's and past flings and missed encounters and then want the stability back after some hardship and expect me to be fine after your infidelity, dishonesty, narcissism, self victimizing, bashing, gaslighting, and still not once have you apologized, but only bring up how after your screw ups and Saying thats fine and no big deal i do it at a fraction of the severity and its game over double standards, biased, and when asking you how come its ok for you to do something but im not at equal footing? Always ditching my family gatherings or completely ignoring to spend time at hers so she can try to do everything for everything man woman and child and complain to everyone that im not helping yiu enough, even after having them over to our place i was cast out ignored and my daughteyour step daughter as well? But not one if them helped you the way you did....but when you need money sure no prob but it always came out of ny wallet. You made last minute plans and planned to enjoy it step by step moment by moment but constantly changed your decisions and had to be in control of all the chaos while i improvised every step to suit your choice and when counseled otherwise and correct by me was a fight to follow. I spent years lifting you up keeping your head above water all the while you pushed on mine to have 6 extra inches so people could admire your appearance. I felt you were ashamed you married me, i felt that after u seen you at your worst you thought you couldn't trust me and chose to lie because i didn't deserve your time to explain your side or your truths. I spent 8 years telling almost everyone you were so right about the horrible person i am....was..... because after this last birthday i experienced it was only about you.....the one day about me specifically....i learned my lesson....i learned i am horrible.....but not because of what you lied or exaggerated or assumed and what was rumored I did to you....but because i let myself continue to be lead on and filled with hopes of experiencing a love from a lover who never believed a word I said and would use our children or an emergency to get me for support in her wants and short comings, because burning those bridges and crying rivers left her stranded.
I told you im tired of fighting with you. I told you this time you have to fight for me. I told you that I will no longer fight for you or with you until you do this and if you do you, you and I need to fight everyone else who comes between our family we made alone. It's been 2 months now and its been 2 weeks i havent heard from you or seen our children we share since you changed plans that day from staying home with them to going out while they were sick putting them at risk, after you caused them to get sick. But this is the reason why I became the way i did. Yes i know drop the past its behind you but you never changed. You still live there and just found new apps and ways to be the real you. You can say u cheated or lied and i guess yeah it was unfaithful to conversate at a bar with strippers or women, to buy them drinks, but i never made it more than that because all i could think about was how they aren't you and never will be. Asking why would a woman do this if i do this only to hear its not normal that it's covering hidden agenda or details to prevent a fight. Remember the time you broke up with me because i changed body wash/shampoo to a better balanced one for my compositions.... remember when you left because you hadn't seen your mother in 2 months? Remember when you sharted and i was the last ti find out? Remember when you were disrespectful and arrogant and rude or aggressive and bossy and when offended back became angry at me when i wasn't present? Remember when you start acting crazy and look bad in public and decide its my fault because i wasnt controlling enough to stop you? Remember when you said I deserved to lose the person who passed away? Remember when i told you my feelings for the first time and you told everyone you knew? Remember when I posted a meme with you not understanding it and you left me? Remember when you accused me if cheating and you were entertaining multiple people? Remember when you said i had addictions, while you endulged any possible? Remember when you brought up people from my past who never came around at all, yet you had every circle yours were in minus them? Remember when thats all you can do us remember? But you have a short memory so you'll move on quick like how you did with your ex to me. Remember every dream you had of me was so negative yet the ones you are with now they were the ones who you held close ....how many dreams did you abuse and mistreat me over? 5, 6, 7, maybe 16ish? You have your mind made up from my perspective.
You know i am very open minded, and have nothing but love for you. But your secrets are what killed our marriage. I was honest when asked specifically about topics or situations. I answered i explained, i gave you my truths. You deflect and avoid and accuse and alter the focus. The only people I didnt appreciate you talking to were ones who has sexual feelings for you or more than platonic, but i guess that was everyone and you couldn't handle the addiction to it over our marriage so you pushed and twisted so i would get to an image you could blame...i know what i did i apologized for the actions i was guilty of and I confessed my situations you heard otherwise.
So i gave you everything you asked for and its still not enough while you gave me the opposite of my wants and im asking to much. This is why I warned you about marriage and a real relationship not the fwb and 1 or 2 month flings....i told you if i gave it my all i expected you to do the same and you made the same vows at our wedding and i showed up but it wasnt me you wanted that day, it wasnt eternity or growth, or a commitment to be selfless for once. It was just another day meant to be about you. I gave it my all with your downs, and apparently it wasnt enough, apparently my words and actions meant less than anyone else in the universe, and i do not qualify for equality. This is the last time you'll ever get this side of me. The night before you left to visit family and party is the last night we had together and at least i put my effort in, and i see where you're focus was....whether yiu read this or not makes no difference to me its clear you don't have a reason to love me now that you have lost weight and manipulated and fooled everyone and molded my dislikes into looking like it was always my fault so i apologized and admitted the truths I had.. you can tell them about the other stuff I omitted you did and yiu can tell them what yiu think i did what you think i do and what you think i am thinking. But its here and if you di read this im surprised you made it this far. But after the end of this day you have used up every chance i gave you. How is asking questions controlling? How is honestly controlling? How is telling people what we both did manipulative? How is correcting people when new evidence or information has surfaced and proof feeding them bs? Or sharing my views beliefs and experiences BS? How was making suggestions or offering help controlling, but turning around and 4 other people offer, advise, suggest, or demand, and its considerate? I backed your decisions whether with or against. Yet when taking a step to my well being or improvement you fight it like I'm not allowed. So i asked her to change her last name back even though in the beginning she didnt want mine because her parents input, mainly so she wouldn't have to change it when I being of hispanic and native descent are abusive, but in my experiences it was always theirs that did the abuse to loved ones. Its funny how any suggestions i made or input or experience i had was insignificant to their disability checks and other type of non earned income. Don't even get me started on the remarks her father would make about her or to her on topics... And I'm also going to back track to our first seperation after marriage 3 months in she was already back in contact with previous relations or friends she kept secret and arranging hang outs or video calls, and gets mad when an old acquaintance who babysat for me before her asks if she is ok to meet her and have a play date for our children since they are close in age and familiar with another and after asking for approval and getting a yes from my stbxw so we could go out and drink a couple nights here or there and she freaks out saying I was having secret chats and that she was making sure work didn't text or call me on social media? But then always refused her phone after going through mine to find nothing and would wipe it clean clean and hand it over saying I should trust her but she had back up on and had been having multiple convos with people who wanted to help but would possibly get a sexual reward from the rumors ppl spread about her....and said I did it that I invaded her privacy. And yet recently I was asked by a random meme dealer on social media if single and I replied it's complicated and shot her down and removed her and many others due to after 4 months being welcomed back home by wife yet 5 nights later after seeing a generic aimed comment reply dove deeper assuming and accusing after being told the truth, and then clearing her devices for 3 nights and still denied already seen proof if her having same convos with people up till that night and some even more sexual in nature and to things id show her and she'd reply stupid or nasty or perverted or immature but was laughing it up and commenting very explicit things while I laid next to her and eventually moved to the couches or floor...
With Love From, A Man You Married/Buried M With Thanks From The Guy Who I Become L
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2020.10.14 09:44 maggot0817 Here's my experience with wife of past 9y and my situation. Can anyone explain?

So heres my summary of k,
when we met she would brag and defend about all her past relations, flings and admirers would blow her up non stop and she would text everyone of them back and brag and joke to her friends about how she was just using them, and this is while she was in a relationship. Also had me laying with her in her bed with her almost nightly. I have never been one to come between a relationship unless ut was abusive, but she just wanted attention. So after we start dating the first time i bring my best friend who wanted to sleep with her as well and i hadn't told him we were dating she went from giving me oral for 4 seconds to hanging her ass out the window for others to see to grinding and kissing on my vest friend and called me controlling and jealous. So i told her she is grown and can make her own decisions i wasnt gonna argue and went to bed. Her friends had to tell him and after he found out he quickly pushed her aside.... then the night wr broke up she tried sleeping 2 friends and the neighbor, after we did our thing and ended up going all the way.....she didnt admit to it for weeks and laughed about it 3 days later when i had already known and it wasn't an apology either and she finished it by slapping me and saying she will still fuck the neighbor....
fast forward shes constantly leading guys on to get attention and still telling me she wants to be with me all the while after a loss i had in my family she only texted once asking what happened and what was on the note, and if i got any money from it to get a car to go visit her outta state. So while out of state she is entertaining her life crush idk but rotating me and him and telling me we are together while i wanted to not be unless exclusively how she demanded, throwing fits over ex fiance contacting when we have a child together and never anything more except i stayed to help her get situated for 1 month at her new place and to see daughter1 and stepdaughter3 while she worked days and i worked nights mainly.
While gone each time shes expecting good morning night day sweet dreams, etc etc, proof I'm not with other girls anywhere near, and long paragraph love texts and heartfelt messages, via sms, vm, vc, and after telling her family her exaggerated victimized side of the story and telling me threats and hate from her family wants me to drive x hrs away to see her for 2 hours because she is under lock and key unless with her family....oh and i rarely got any of those expected letters she demanded and if i didnt she'd complain and ignore me, so they started coming less and less over the years. Always seemed the less attention I gave the more it was craved due to work, sleeping, spending time with family, distance, or avoidance.
So she moves back in and drops her crush but now hes trying to be with her and shes torn and laughing it off all the while ex's are calling her and she has full on conversation until saying shes with someone 5 mins later while right beside me....no big deal im not jealous type, but she would get mad that would have male friends come over and would talk shit to them and run them off and say she hated them, then when we fought over stuff she held in until someone else pissed her off enough or she assumed something happened between me and another female shed flip to im abusive and controlling and crazy pressing every burton i had with a smile and turning friends and family against me forcing me out on the street or at a place where my friend didnt allow her to go.... So we get our own place some issues happen over visitation of my daughter, and her brother moving in and being a total mooch making everything worse yet defended him who was 19 yrs old and babied him and chose his side over mine, but demanded I tell him what she thought and they were just so babied and pampered its ridiculous, so she kicks me out and then 2 days later gets picked up and taken back to her home town for 3 months..... then after asking her not ri come back and begging her to stay there and keep it as just acquaintances she shows up because she wants to be free again, and after 3 weeks we return to the dark side she hides from her family. For 8 months its back and forth from i love you i hate you...
fast forward to wedding after more similar scenarios 10 times worse, we fight our honeymoon night....oh and every birthday i had or will have, and special occasions, she wants a divorce 3 months later and rinse wash repeat for 5 years+ she wants a baby to save marriage somehow and during a big disagreement, 2 weeks later pregnant,....second pregnancy after not being on board wanting financial stability first and other priorities she times and plans the conception and baby #2 on the way. Nothing against ny children snd ni regrets. Find out bc and child birth showed positive test results for mental disorders and at a time i was monogamous for 4 years almost and very little sexual activity due to opposing shift schedules, and you out and about during recent break up and me being out of state you catch an sti/std....
Imagine asking the person who begged you to marry her have kids settle down and be patient supposedly listen to your perspective just to twist it into the exact opposite saying that im lying she knows what I think what I do but if told once by anyone else something negative about me its 1000000000% true no doubt no proof needed why would someone lie? And constantly accused and neglected emotionally, sexually, intimately, lovingly, and only playfully hit or picked on and sexually teased, and constantly telling myself and others she is this way, this view, expects only this, is happy, is adventurous, and spontaneous, and turns around to be rhe exact opposite when alone without the facade, and will specifically do exactly told what I find disrespectful, refused to fight for the relationship and fought more to be right when proven wrong or when treated the same way i was getting, with double standards, stated i am not equal to the freedom a woman gets that i pay bills do chores when home and cater to her every need and when she would attempt to do what i requested or needed or desired put 3 seconds of effort to turn around and snap that i need to appreciate her effort, and that i expect to much, when i bent over backwards to please her and satisfy her and fought for her, but because after 8 years of no meaningful romantic gestures or equality I stayed in the other room playing games while she slept alone after complaining i put effort into doing something so she wouldn't and demanded i do it her way, would be her punching bag for mental issues and expect me to read her mind. When asking her a simple question of her preference having small fights over identity issues or that im being nosey and when voicing my issues calmly and composed met with self loathe and flight responses and fighting me to admit I want out and pushing me so hard to do until it got to the point of ger being brligerant abd violent forcing me out or to take some space... And to find out that for 8 years those close family friends and cousins and childhood besties are already trying to make it more 1 week after i left her for her demanding to know what I expect from her and turn around and do the opposite and for not being able to answer a question honestly because if your past is more important than what we put in while you chose to lie and keep them secret and be trophy wife by my side and turn around and be ms life if the party when not in ny presence to be still talking to me after like we never split all the while entertaining those cousins and childhood friends who have always been there for you and didnt just want sex from her....
but if all i wanted was sex why would i choose a woman who just lays on her back, does it maybe once a week if im home and who rushes the process because its a chore and the way you initiated it was by saying come here close the door hurry up so i can go to bed and if taking more than 10 or 15 mins which was rarely due to 8 years of quickies pretty much being told to finish or to take care of myself but complain when i would try to and say it hurt your feelings that i am inconsiderate, and tell me all these preferences you enjoy or have and expect me to just do it right the first time without any communication until after or angered and after going 2 or 3 or more weeks without being loved on by a woman who would hug and conversate with every man anywhere when alone whether disrespectful or not but its not okay for me to go to a strip club after nc for 2 weeks and being kicked out of the home i pay for while you run around our state free as a bird.... And during this time link with ex's and past flings and missed encounters and then want the stability back after some hardship and expect me to be fine after your infidelity, dishonesty, narcissism, self victimizing, bashing, gaslighting, and still not once have you apologized, but only bring up how after your screw ups and Saying thats fine and no big deal i do it at a fraction of the severity and its game over double standards, biased, and when asking you how come its ok for you to do something but im not at equal footing? Always ditching my family gatherings or completely ignoring to spend time at hers so she can try to do everything for everything man woman and child and complain to everyone that im not helping yiu enough, even after having them over to our place i was cast out ignored and my daughteyour step daughter as well? But not one if them helped you the way you did....but when you need money sure no prob but it always came out of ny wallet. You made last minute plans and planned to enjoy it step by step moment by moment but constantly changed your decisions and had to be in control of all the chaos while i improvised every step to suit your choice and when counseled otherwise and correct by me was a fight to follow. I spent years lifting you up keeping your head above water all the while you pushed on mine to have 6 extra inches so people could admire your appearance. I felt you were ashamed you married me, i felt that after u seen you at your worst you thought you couldn't trust me and chose to lie because i didn't deserve your time to explain your side or your truths. I spent 8 years telling almost everyone you were so right about the horrible person i am....was..... because after this last birthday i experienced it was only about you.....the one day about me specifically....i learned my lesson....i learned i am horrible.....but not because of what you lied or exaggerated or assumed and what was rumored I did to you....but because i let myself continue to be lead on and filled with hopes of experiencing a love from a lover who never believed a word I said and would use our children or an emergency to get me for support in her wants and short comings, because burning those bridges and crying rivers left her stranded.
I told you im tired of fighting with you. I told you this time you have to fight for me. I told you that I will no longer fight for you or with you until you do this and if you do you, you and I need to fight everyone else who comes between our family we made alone. It's been 2 months now and its been 2 weeks i havent heard from you or seen our children we share since you changed plans that day from staying home with them to going out while they were sick putting them at risk, after you caused them to get sick. But this is the reason why I became the way i did. Yes i know drop the past its behind you but you never changed. You still live there and just found new apps and ways to be the real you. You can say u cheated or lied and i guess yeah it was unfaithful to conversate at a bar with strippers or women, to buy them drinks, but i never made it more than that because all i could think about was how they aren't you and never will be. Asking why would a woman do this if i do this only to hear its not normal that it's covering hidden agenda or details to prevent a fight. Remember the time you broke up with me because i changed body wash/shampoo to a better balanced one for my compositions.... remember when you left because you hadn't seen your mother in 2 months? Remember when you sharted and i was the last ti find out? Remember when you were disrespectful and arrogant and rude or aggressive and bossy and when offended back became angry at me when i wasn't present? Remember when you start acting crazy and look bad in public and decide its my fault because i wasnt controlling enough to stop you? Remember when you said I deserved to lose the person who passed away? Remember when i told you my feelings for the first time and you told everyone you knew? Remember when I posted a meme with you not understanding it and you left me? Remember when you accused me if cheating and you were entertaining multiple people? Remember when you said i had addictions, while you endulged any possible? Remember when you brought up people from my past who never came around at all, yet you had every circle yours were in minus them? Remember when thats all you can do us remember? But you have a short memory so you'll move on quick like how you did with your ex to me. Remember every dream you had of me was so negative yet the ones you are with now they were the ones who you held close ....how many dreams did you abuse and mistreat me over? 5, 6, 7, maybe 16ish? You have your mind made up from my perspective.
You know i am very open minded, and have nothing but love for you. But your secrets are what killed our marriage. I was honest when asked specifically about topics or situations. I answered i explained, i gave you my truths. You deflect and avoid and accuse and alter the focus. The only people I didnt appreciate you talking to were ones who has sexual feelings for you or more than platonic, but i guess that was everyone and you couldn't handle the addiction to it over our marriage so you pushed and twisted so i would get to an image you could blame...i know what i did i apologized for the actions i was guilty of and I confessed my situations you heard otherwise.
So i gave you everything you asked for and its still not enough while you gave me the opposite of my wants and im asking to much. This is why I warned you about marriage and a real relationship not the fwb and 1 or 2 month flings....i told you if i gave it my all i expected you to do the same and you made the same vows at our wedding and i showed up but it wasnt me you wanted that day, it wasnt eternity or growth, or a commitment to be selfless for once. It was just another day meant to be about you. I gave it my all with your downs, and apparently it wasnt enough, apparently my words and actions meant less than anyone else in the universe, and i do not qualify for equality. This is the last time you'll ever get this side of me. The night before you left to visit family and party is the last night we had together and at least i put my effort in, and i see where you're focus was....whether yiu read this or not makes no difference to me its clear you don't have a reason to love me now that you have lost weight and manipulated and fooled everyone and molded my dislikes into looking like it was always my fault so i apologized and admitted the truths I had.. you can tell them about the other stuff I omitted you did and yiu can tell them what yiu think i did what you think i do and what you think i am thinking. But its here and if you di read this im surprised you made it this far. But after the end of this day you have used up every chance i gave you. How is asking questions controlling? How is honestly controlling? How is telling people what we both did manipulative? How is correcting people when new evidence or information has surfaced and proof feeding them bs? Or sharing my views beliefs and experiences BS? How was making suggestions or offering help controlling, but turning around and 4 other people offer, advise, suggest, or demand, and its considerate? I backed your decisions whether with or against. Yet when taking a step to my well being or improvement you fight it like I'm not allowed. So i asked her to change her last name back even though in the beginning she didnt want mine because her parents input, mainly so she wouldn't have to change it when I being of hispanic and native descent are abusive, but in my experiences it was always theirs that did the abuse to loved ones. Its funny how any suggestions i made or input or experience i had was insignificant to their disability checks and other type of non earned income. Don't even get me started on the remarks her father would make about her or to her on topics... And I'm also going to back track to our first seperation after marriage 3 months in she was already back in contact with previous relations or friends she kept secret and arranging hang outs or video calls, and gets mad when an old acquaintance who babysat for me before her asks if she is ok to meet her and have a play date for our children since they are close in age and familiar with another and after asking for approval and getting a yes from my stbxw so we could go out and drink a couple nights here or there and she freaks out saying I was having secret chats and that she was making sure work didn't text or call me on social media? But then always refused her phone after going through mine to find nothing and would wipe it clean clean and hand it over saying I should trust her but she had back up on and had been having multiple convos with people who wanted to help but would possibly get a sexual reward from the rumors ppl spread about her....and said I did it that I invaded her privacy. And yet recently I was asked by a random meme dealer on social media if single and I replied it's complicated and shot her down and removed her and many others due to after 4 months being welcomed back home by wife yet 5 nights later after seeing a generic aimed comment reply dove deeper assuming and accusing after being told the truth, and then clearing her devices for 3 nights and still denied already seen proof if her having same convos with people up till that night and some even more sexual in nature and to things id show her and she'd reply stupid or nasty or perverted or immature but was laughing it up and commenting very explicit things while I laid next to her and eventually moved to the couches or floor...
With Love From, A Man You Married/Buried M With Thanks From The Guy Who I Become L
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2020.10.14 09:35 maggot0817 First post lemme have it mobile and mind everywhere

So heres my summary of k,
when we met she would brag and defend about all her past relations, flings and admirers would blow her up non stop and she would text everyone of them back and brag and joke to her friends about how she was just using them, and this is while she was in a relationship. Also had me laying with her in her bed with her almost nightly. I have never been one to come between a relationship unless ut was abusive, but she just wanted attention. So after we start dating the first time i bring my best friend who wanted to sleep with her as well and i hadn't told him we were dating she went from giving me oral for 4 seconds to hanging her ass out the window for others to see to grinding and kissing on my vest friend and called me controlling and jealous. So i told her she is grown and can make her own decisions i wasnt gonna argue and went to bed. Her friends had to tell him and after he found out he quickly pushed her aside.... then the night wr broke up she tried sleeping 2 friends and the neighbor, after we did our thing and ended up going all the way.....she didnt admit to it for weeks and laughed about it 3 days later when i had already known and it wasn't an apology either and she finished it by slapping me and saying she will still fuck the neighbor....
fast forward shes constantly leading guys on to get attention and still telling me she wants to be with me all the while after a loss i had in my family she only texted once asking what happened and what was on the note, and if i got any money from it to get a car to go visit her outta state. So while out of state she is entertaining her life crush idk but rotating me and him and telling me we are together while i wanted to not be unless exclusively how she demanded, throwing fits over ex fiance contacting when we have a child together and never anything more except i stayed to help her get situated for 1 month at her new place and to see daughter1 and stepdaughter3 while she worked days and i worked nights mainly.
While gone each time shes expecting good morning night day sweet dreams, etc etc, proof I'm not with other girls anywhere near, and long paragraph love texts and heartfelt messages, via sms, vm, vc, and after telling her family her exaggerated victimized side of the story and telling me threats and hate from her family wants me to drive x hrs away to see her for 2 hours because she is under lock and key unless with her family....oh and i rarely got any of those expected letters she demanded and if i didnt she'd complain and ignore me, so they started coming less and less over the years. Always seemed the less attention I gave the more it was craved due to work, sleeping, spending time with family, distance, or avoidance.
So she moves back in and drops her crush but now hes trying to be with her and shes torn and laughing it off all the while ex's are calling her and she has full on conversation until saying shes with someone 5 mins later while right beside me....no big deal im not jealous type, but she would get mad that would have male friends come over and would talk shit to them and run them off and say she hated them, then when we fought over stuff she held in until someone else pissed her off enough or she assumed something happened between me and another female shed flip to im abusive and controlling and crazy pressing every burton i had with a smile and turning friends and family against me forcing me out on the street or at a place where my friend didnt allow her to go.... So we get our own place some issues happen over visitation of my daughter, and her brother moving in and being a total mooch making everything worse yet defended him who was 19 yrs old and babied him and chose his side over mine, but demanded I tell him what she thought and they were just so babied and pampered its ridiculous, so she kicks me out and then 2 days later gets picked up and taken back to her home town for 3 months..... then after asking her not ri come back and begging her to stay there and keep it as just acquaintances she shows up because she wants to be free again, and after 3 weeks we return to the dark side she hides from her family. For 8 months its back and forth from i love you i hate you...
fast forward to wedding after more similar scenarios 10 times worse, we fight our honeymoon night....oh and every birthday i had or will have, and special occasions, she wants a divorce 3 months later and rinse wash repeat for 5 years+ she wants a baby to save marriage somehow and during a big disagreement, 2 weeks later pregnant,....second pregnancy after not being on board wanting financial stability first and other priorities she times and plans the conception and baby #2 on the way. Nothing against ny children snd ni regrets. Find out bc and child birth showed positive test results for mental disorders and at a time i was monogamous for 4 years almost and very little sexual activity due to opposing shift schedules, and you out and about during recent break up and me being out of state you catch an sti/std....
Imagine asking the person who begged you to marry her have kids settle down and be patient supposedly listen to your perspective just to twist it into the exact opposite saying that im lying she knows what I think what I do but if told once by anyone else something negative about me its 1000000000% true no doubt no proof needed why would someone lie? And constantly accused and neglected emotionally, sexually, intimately, lovingly, and only playfully hit or picked on and sexually teased, and constantly telling myself and others she is this way, this view, expects only this, is happy, is adventurous, and spontaneous, and turns around to be rhe exact opposite when alone without the facade, and will specifically do exactly told what I find disrespectful, refused to fight for the relationship and fought more to be right when proven wrong or when treated the same way i was getting, with double standards, stated i am not equal to the freedom a woman gets that i pay bills do chores when home and cater to her every need and when she would attempt to do what i requested or needed or desired put 3 seconds of effort to turn around and snap that i need to appreciate her effort, and that i expect to much, when i bent over backwards to please her and satisfy her and fought for her, but because after 8 years of no meaningful romantic gestures or equality I stayed in the other room playing games while she slept alone after complaining i put effort into doing something so she wouldn't and demanded i do it her way, would be her punching bag for mental issues and expect me to read her mind. When asking her a simple question of her preference having small fights over identity issues or that im being nosey and when voicing my issues calmly and composed met with self loathe and flight responses and fighting me to admit I want out and pushing me so hard to do until it got to the point of ger being brligerant abd violent forcing me out or to take some space... And to find out that for 8 years those close family friends and cousins and childhood besties are already trying to make it more 1 week after i left her for her demanding to know what I expect from her and turn around and do the opposite and for not being able to answer a question honestly because if your past is more important than what we put in while you chose to lie and keep them secret and be trophy wife by my side and turn around and be ms life if the party when not in ny presence to be still talking to me after like we never split all the while entertaining those cousins and childhood friends who have always been there for you and didnt just want sex from her....
but if all i wanted was sex why would i choose a woman who just lays on her back, does it maybe once a week if im home and who rushes the process because its a chore and the way you initiated it was by saying come here close the door hurry up so i can go to bed and if taking more than 10 or 15 mins which was rarely due to 8 years of quickies pretty much being told to finish or to take care of myself but complain when i would try to and say it hurt your feelings that i am inconsiderate, and tell me all these preferences you enjoy or have and expect me to just do it right the first time without any communication until after or angered and after going 2 or 3 or more weeks without being loved on by a woman who would hug and conversate with every man anywhere when alone whether disrespectful or not but its not okay for me to go to a strip club after nc for 2 weeks and being kicked out of the home i pay for while you run around our state free as a bird.... And during this time link with ex's and past flings and missed encounters and then want the stability back after some hardship and expect me to be fine after your infidelity, dishonesty, narcissism, self victimizing, bashing, gaslighting, and still not once have you apologized, but only bring up how after your screw ups and Saying thats fine and no big deal i do it at a fraction of the severity and its game over double standards, biased, and when asking you how come its ok for you to do something but im not at equal footing? Always ditching my family gatherings or completely ignoring to spend time at hers so she can try to do everything for everything man woman and child and complain to everyone that im not helping yiu enough, even after having them over to our place i was cast out ignored and my daughteyour step daughter as well? But not one if them helped you the way you did....but when you need money sure no prob but it always came out of ny wallet. You made last minute plans and planned to enjoy it step by step moment by moment but constantly changed your decisions and had to be in control of all the chaos while i improvised every step to suit your choice and when counseled otherwise and correct by me was a fight to follow. I spent years lifting you up keeping your head above water all the while you pushed on mine to have 6 extra inches so people could admire your appearance. I felt you were ashamed you married me, i felt that after u seen you at your worst you thought you couldn't trust me and chose to lie because i didn't deserve your time to explain your side or your truths. I spent 8 years telling almost everyone you were so right about the horrible person i am....was..... because after this last birthday i experienced it was only about you.....the one day about me specifically....i learned my lesson....i learned i am horrible.....but not because of what you lied or exaggerated or assumed and what was rumored I did to you....but because i let myself continue to be lead on and filled with hopes of experiencing a love from a lover who never believed a word I said and would use our children or an emergency to get me for support in her wants and short comings, because burning those bridges and crying rivers left her stranded.
I told you im tired of fighting with you. I told you this time you have to fight for me. I told you that I will no longer fight for you or with you until you do this and if you do you, you and I need to fight everyone else who comes between our family we made alone. It's been 2 months now and its been 2 weeks i havent heard from you or seen our children we share since you changed plans that day from staying home with them to going out while they were sick putting them at risk, after you caused them to get sick. But this is the reason why I became the way i did. Yes i know drop the past its behind you but you never changed. You still live there and just found new apps and ways to be the real you. You can say u cheated or lied and i guess yeah it was unfaithful to conversate at a bar with strippers or women, to buy them drinks, but i never made it more than that because all i could think about was how they aren't you and never will be. Asking why would a woman do this if i do this only to hear its not normal that it's covering hidden agenda or details to prevent a fight. Remember the time you broke up with me because i changed body wash/shampoo to a better balanced one for my compositions.... remember when you left because you hadn't seen your mother in 2 months? Remember when you sharted and i was the last ti find out? Remember when you were disrespectful and arrogant and rude or aggressive and bossy and when offended back became angry at me when i wasn't present? Remember when you start acting crazy and look bad in public and decide its my fault because i wasnt controlling enough to stop you? Remember when you said I deserved to lose the person who passed away? Remember when i told you my feelings for the first time and you told everyone you knew? Remember when I posted a meme with you not understanding it and you left me? Remember when you accused me if cheating and you were entertaining multiple people? Remember when you said i had addictions, while you endulged any possible? Remember when you brought up people from my past who never came around at all, yet you had every circle yours were in minus them? Remember when thats all you can do us remember? But you have a short memory so you'll move on quick like how you did with your ex to me. Remember every dream you had of me was so negative yet the ones you are with now they were the ones who you held close ....how many dreams did you abuse and mistreat me over? 5, 6, 7, maybe 16ish? You have your mind made up from my perspective.
You know i am very open minded, and have nothing but love for you. But your secrets are what killed our marriage. I was honest when asked specifically about topics or situations. I answered i explained, i gave you my truths. You deflect and avoid and accuse and alter the focus. The only people I didnt appreciate you talking to were ones who has sexual feelings for you or more than platonic, but i guess that was everyone and you couldn't handle the addiction to it over our marriage so you pushed and twisted so i would get to an image you could blame...i know what i did i apologized for the actions i was guilty of and I confessed my situations you heard otherwise.
So i gave you everything you asked for and its still not enough while you gave me the opposite of my wants and im asking to much. This is why I warned you about marriage and a real relationship not the fwb and 1 or 2 month flings....i told you if i gave it my all i expected you to do the same and you made the same vows at our wedding and i showed up but it wasnt me you wanted that day, it wasnt eternity or growth, or a commitment to be selfless for once. It was just another day meant to be about you. I gave it my all with your downs, and apparently it wasnt enough, apparently my words and actions meant less than anyone else in the universe, and i do not qualify for equality. This is the last time you'll ever get this side of me. The night before you left to visit family and party is the last night we had together and at least i put my effort in, and i see where you're focus was....whether yiu read this or not makes no difference to me its clear you don't have a reason to love me now that you have lost weight and manipulated and fooled everyone and molded my dislikes into looking like it was always my fault so i apologized and admitted the truths I had.. you can tell them about the other stuff I omitted you did and yiu can tell them what yiu think i did what you think i do and what you think i am thinking. But its here and if you di read this im surprised you made it this far. But after the end of this day you have used up every chance i gave you. How is asking questions controlling? How is honestly controlling? How is telling people what we both did manipulative? How is correcting people when new evidence or information has surfaced and proof feeding them bs? Or sharing my views beliefs and experiences BS? How was making suggestions or offering help controlling, but turning around and 4 other people offer, advise, suggest, or demand, and its considerate? I backed your decisions whether with or against. Yet when taking a step to my well being or improvement you fight it like I'm not allowed. So i asked her to change her last name back even though in the beginning she didnt want mine because her parents input, mainly so she wouldn't have to change it when I being of hispanic and native descent are abusive, but in my experiences it was always theirs that did the abuse to loved ones. Its funny how any suggestions i made or input or experience i had was insignificant to their disability checks and other type of non earned income. Don't even get me started on the remarks her father would make about her or to her on topics... And I'm also going to back track to our first seperation after marriage 3 months in she was already back in contact with previous relations or friends she kept secret and arranging hang outs or video calls, and gets mad when an old acquaintance who babysat for me before her asks if she is ok to meet her and have a play date for our children since they are close in age and familiar with another and after asking for approval and getting a yes from my stbxw so we could go out and drink a couple nights here or there and she freaks out saying I was having secret chats and that she was making sure work didn't text or call me on social media? But then always refused her phone after going through mine to find nothing and would wipe it clean clean and hand it over saying I should trust her but she had back up on and had been having multiple convos with people who wanted to help but would possibly get a sexual reward from the rumors ppl spread about her....and said I did it that I invaded her privacy. And yet recently I was asked by a random meme dealer on social media if single and I replied it's complicated and shot her down and removed her and many others due to after 4 months being welcomed back home by wife yet 5 nights later after seeing a generic aimed comment reply dove deeper assuming and accusing after being told the truth, and then clearing her devices for 3 nights and still denied already seen proof if her having same convos with people up till that night and some even more sexual in nature and to things id show her and she'd reply stupid or nasty or perverted or immature but was laughing it up and commenting very explicit things while I laid next to her and eventually moved to the couches or floor...
With Love From, A Man You Married/Buried M With Thanks From The Guy Who I Become L
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2020.10.14 09:32 maggot0817 First post still missing other private pieces that I'd rather not get into specifically and done on mobile and need to let it out....

So heres my summary of k,
when we met she would brag and defend about all her past relations, flings and admirers would blow her up non stop and she would text everyone of them back and brag and joke to her friends about how she was just using them, and this is while she was in a relationship. Also had me laying with her in her bed with her almost nightly. I have never been one to come between a relationship unless ut was abusive, but she just wanted attention. So after we start dating the first time i bring my best friend who wanted to sleep with her as well and i hadn't told him we were dating she went from giving me oral for 4 seconds to hanging her ass out the window for others to see to grinding and kissing on my vest friend and called me controlling and jealous. So i told her she is grown and can make her own decisions i wasnt gonna argue and went to bed. Her friends had to tell him and after he found out he quickly pushed her aside.... then the night wr broke up she tried sleeping 2 friends and the neighbor, after we did our thing and ended up going all the way.....she didnt admit to it for weeks and laughed about it 3 days later when i had already known and it wasn't an apology either and she finished it by slapping me and saying she will still fuck the neighbor....
fast forward shes constantly leading guys on to get attention and still telling me she wants to be with me all the while after a loss i had in my family she only texted once asking what happened and what was on the note, and if i got any money from it to get a car to go visit her outta state. So while out of state she is entertaining her life crush idk but rotating me and him and telling me we are together while i wanted to not be unless exclusively how she demanded, throwing fits over ex fiance contacting when we have a child together and never anything more except i stayed to help her get situated for 1 month at her new place and to see daughter1 and stepdaughter3 while she worked days and i worked nights mainly.
While gone each time shes expecting good morning night day sweet dreams, etc etc, proof I'm not with other girls anywhere near, and long paragraph love texts and heartfelt messages, via sms, vm, vc, and after telling her family her exaggerated victimized side of the story and telling me threats and hate from her family wants me to drive x hrs away to see her for 2 hours because she is under lock and key unless with her family....oh and i rarely got any of those expected letters she demanded and if i didnt she'd complain and ignore me, so they started coming less and less over the years. Always seemed the less attention I gave the more it was craved due to work, sleeping, spending time with family, distance, or avoidance.
So she moves back in and drops her crush but now hes trying to be with her and shes torn and laughing it off all the while ex's are calling her and she has full on conversation until saying shes with someone 5 mins later while right beside me....no big deal im not jealous type, but she would get mad that would have male friends come over and would talk shit to them and run them off and say she hated them, then when we fought over stuff she held in until someone else pissed her off enough or she assumed something happened between me and another female shed flip to im abusive and controlling and crazy pressing every burton i had with a smile and turning friends and family against me forcing me out on the street or at a place where my friend didnt allow her to go.... So we get our own place some issues happen over visitation of my daughter, and her brother moving in and being a total mooch making everything worse yet defended him who was 19 yrs old and babied him and chose his side over mine, but demanded I tell him what she thought and they were just so babied and pampered its ridiculous, so she kicks me out and then 2 days later gets picked up and taken back to her home town for 3 months..... then after asking her not ri come back and begging her to stay there and keep it as just acquaintances she shows up because she wants to be free again, and after 3 weeks we return to the dark side she hides from her family. For 8 months its back and forth from i love you i hate you...
fast forward to wedding after more similar scenarios 10 times worse, we fight our honeymoon night....oh and every birthday i had or will have, and special occasions, she wants a divorce 3 months later and rinse wash repeat for 5 years+ she wants a baby to save marriage somehow and during a big disagreement, 2 weeks later pregnant,....second pregnancy after not being on board wanting financial stability first and other priorities she times and plans the conception and baby #2 on the way. Nothing against ny children snd ni regrets. Find out bc and child birth showed positive test results for mental disorders and at a time i was monogamous for 4 years almost and very little sexual activity due to opposing shift schedules, and you out and about during recent break up and me being out of state you catch an sti/std....
Imagine asking the person who begged you to marry her have kids settle down and be patient supposedly listen to your perspective just to twist it into the exact opposite saying that im lying she knows what I think what I do but if told once by anyone else something negative about me its 1000000000% true no doubt no proof needed why would someone lie? And constantly accused and neglected emotionally, sexually, intimately, lovingly, and only playfully hit or picked on and sexually teased, and constantly telling myself and others she is this way, this view, expects only this, is happy, is adventurous, and spontaneous, and turns around to be rhe exact opposite when alone without the facade, and will specifically do exactly told what I find disrespectful, refused to fight for the relationship and fought more to be right when proven wrong or when treated the same way i was getting, with double standards, stated i am not equal to the freedom a woman gets that i pay bills do chores when home and cater to her every need and when she would attempt to do what i requested or needed or desired put 3 seconds of effort to turn around and snap that i need to appreciate her effort, and that i expect to much, when i bent over backwards to please her and satisfy her and fought for her, but because after 8 years of no meaningful romantic gestures or equality I stayed in the other room playing games while she slept alone after complaining i put effort into doing something so she wouldn't and demanded i do it her way, would be her punching bag for mental issues and expect me to read her mind. When asking her a simple question of her preference having small fights over identity issues or that im being nosey and when voicing my issues calmly and composed met with self loathe and flight responses and fighting me to admit I want out and pushing me so hard to do until it got to the point of ger being brligerant abd violent forcing me out or to take some space... And to find out that for 8 years those close family friends and cousins and childhood besties are already trying to make it more 1 week after i left her for her demanding to know what I expect from her and turn around and do the opposite and for not being able to answer a question honestly because if your past is more important than what we put in while you chose to lie and keep them secret and be trophy wife by my side and turn around and be ms life if the party when not in ny presence to be still talking to me after like we never split all the while entertaining those cousins and childhood friends who have always been there for you and didnt just want sex from her....
but if all i wanted was sex why would i choose a woman who just lays on her back, does it maybe once a week if im home and who rushes the process because its a chore and the way you initiated it was by saying come here close the door hurry up so i can go to bed and if taking more than 10 or 15 mins which was rarely due to 8 years of quickies pretty much being told to finish or to take care of myself but complain when i would try to and say it hurt your feelings that i am inconsiderate, and tell me all these preferences you enjoy or have and expect me to just do it right the first time without any communication until after or angered and after going 2 or 3 or more weeks without being loved on by a woman who would hug and conversate with every man anywhere when alone whether disrespectful or not but its not okay for me to go to a strip club after nc for 2 weeks and being kicked out of the home i pay for while you run around our state free as a bird.... And during this time link with ex's and past flings and missed encounters and then want the stability back after some hardship and expect me to be fine after your infidelity, dishonesty, narcissism, self victimizing, bashing, gaslighting, and still not once have you apologized, but only bring up how after your screw ups and Saying thats fine and no big deal i do it at a fraction of the severity and its game over double standards, biased, and when asking you how come its ok for you to do something but im not at equal footing? Always ditching my family gatherings or completely ignoring to spend time at hers so she can try to do everything for everything man woman and child and complain to everyone that im not helping yiu enough, even after having them over to our place i was cast out ignored and my daughteyour step daughter as well? But not one if them helped you the way you did....but when you need money sure no prob but it always came out of ny wallet. You made last minute plans and planned to enjoy it step by step moment by moment but constantly changed your decisions and had to be in control of all the chaos while i improvised every step to suit your choice and when counseled otherwise and correct by me was a fight to follow. I spent years lifting you up keeping your head above water all the while you pushed on mine to have 6 extra inches so people could admire your appearance. I felt you were ashamed you married me, i felt that after u seen you at your worst you thought you couldn't trust me and chose to lie because i didn't deserve your time to explain your side or your truths. I spent 8 years telling almost everyone you were so right about the horrible person i am....was..... because after this last birthday i experienced it was only about you.....the one day about me specifically....i learned my lesson....i learned i am horrible.....but not because of what you lied or exaggerated or assumed and what was rumored I did to you....but because i let myself continue to be lead on and filled with hopes of experiencing a love from a lover who never believed a word I said and would use our children or an emergency to get me for support in her wants and short comings, because burning those bridges and crying rivers left her stranded.
I told you im tired of fighting with you. I told you this time you have to fight for me. I told you that I will no longer fight for you or with you until you do this and if you do you, you and I need to fight everyone else who comes between our family we made alone. It's been 2 months now and its been 2 weeks i havent heard from you or seen our children we share since you changed plans that day from staying home with them to going out while they were sick putting them at risk, after you caused them to get sick. But this is the reason why I became the way i did. Yes i know drop the past its behind you but you never changed. You still live there and just found new apps and ways to be the real you. You can say u cheated or lied and i guess yeah it was unfaithful to conversate at a bar with strippers or women, to buy them drinks, but i never made it more than that because all i could think about was how they aren't you and never will be. Asking why would a woman do this if i do this only to hear its not normal that it's covering hidden agenda or details to prevent a fight. Remember the time you broke up with me because i changed body wash/shampoo to a better balanced one for my compositions.... remember when you left because you hadn't seen your mother in 2 months? Remember when you sharted and i was the last ti find out? Remember when you were disrespectful and arrogant and rude or aggressive and bossy and when offended back became angry at me when i wasn't present? Remember when you start acting crazy and look bad in public and decide its my fault because i wasnt controlling enough to stop you? Remember when you said I deserved to lose the person who passed away? Remember when i told you my feelings for the first time and you told everyone you knew? Remember when I posted a meme with you not understanding it and you left me? Remember when you accused me if cheating and you were entertaining multiple people? Remember when you said i had addictions, while you endulged any possible? Remember when you brought up people from my past who never came around at all, yet you had every circle yours were in minus them? Remember when thats all you can do us remember? But you have a short memory so you'll move on quick like how you did with your ex to me. Remember every dream you had of me was so negative yet the ones you are with now they were the ones who you held close ....how many dreams did you abuse and mistreat me over? 5, 6, 7, maybe 16ish? You have your mind made up from my perspective.
You know i am very open minded, and have nothing but love for you. But your secrets are what killed our marriage. I was honest when asked specifically about topics or situations. I answered i explained, i gave you my truths. You deflect and avoid and accuse and alter the focus. The only people I didnt appreciate you talking to were ones who has sexual feelings for you or more than platonic, but i guess that was everyone and you couldn't handle the addiction to it over our marriage so you pushed and twisted so i would get to an image you could blame...i know what i did i apologized for the actions i was guilty of and I confessed my situations you heard otherwise.
So i gave you everything you asked for and its still not enough while you gave me the opposite of my wants and im asking to much. This is why I warned you about marriage and a real relationship not the fwb and 1 or 2 month flings....i told you if i gave it my all i expected you to do the same and you made the same vows at our wedding and i showed up but it wasnt me you wanted that day, it wasnt eternity or growth, or a commitment to be selfless for once. It was just another day meant to be about you. I gave it my all with your downs, and apparently it wasnt enough, apparently my words and actions meant less than anyone else in the universe, and i do not qualify for equality. This is the last time you'll ever get this side of me. The night before you left to visit family and party is the last night we had together and at least i put my effort in, and i see where you're focus was....whether yiu read this or not makes no difference to me its clear you don't have a reason to love me now that you have lost weight and manipulated and fooled everyone and molded my dislikes into looking like it was always my fault so i apologized and admitted the truths I had.. you can tell them about the other stuff I omitted you did and yiu can tell them what yiu think i did what you think i do and what you think i am thinking. But its here and if you di read this im surprised you made it this far. But after the end of this day you have used up every chance i gave you. How is asking questions controlling? How is honestly controlling? How is telling people what we both did manipulative? How is correcting people when new evidence or information has surfaced and proof feeding them bs? Or sharing my views beliefs and experiences BS? How was making suggestions or offering help controlling, but turning around and 4 other people offer, advise, suggest, or demand, and its considerate? I backed your decisions whether with or against. Yet when taking a step to my well being or improvement you fight it like I'm not allowed. So i asked her to change her last name back even though in the beginning she didnt want mine because her parents input, mainly so she wouldn't have to change it when I being of hispanic and native descent are abusive, but in my experiences it was always theirs that did the abuse to loved ones. Its funny how any suggestions i made or input or experience i had was insignificant to their disability checks and other type of non earned income. Don't even get me started on the remarks her father would make about her or to her on topics... And I'm also going to back track to our first seperation after marriage 3 months in she was already back in contact with previous relations or friends she kept secret and arranging hang outs or video calls, and gets mad when an old acquaintance who babysat for me before her asks if she is ok to meet her and have a play date for our children since they are close in age and familiar with another and after asking for approval and getting a yes from my stbxw so we could go out and drink a couple nights here or there and she freaks out saying I was having secret chats and that she was making sure work didn't text or call me on social media? But then always refused her phone after going through mine to find nothing and would wipe it clean clean and hand it over saying I should trust her but she had back up on and had been having multiple convos with people who wanted to help but would possibly get a sexual reward from the rumors ppl spread about her....and said I did it that I invaded her privacy. And yet recently I was asked by a random meme dealer on social media if single and I replied it's complicated and shot her down and removed her and many others due to after 4 months being welcomed back home by wife yet 5 nights later after seeing a generic aimed comment reply dove deeper assuming and accusing after being told the truth, and then clearing her devices for 3 nights and still denied already seen proof if her having same convos with people up till that night and some even more sexual in nature and to things id show her and she'd reply stupid or nasty or perverted or immature but was laughing it up and commenting very explicit things while I laid next to her and eventually moved to the couches or floor...
With Love From, A Man You Married/Buried M With Thanks From The Guy Who I Become L
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2020.10.14 07:11 loveorleavekpop shippers in kpop are insane crazy people + types of insane shippers

dude shipping is fine everyone does it but crossing your limits is just stupid. while shipping, i never cross my limits but i have seen many types of insane shippers going through several heights
  1. INTENSE SHIPPERS: these people try to own the idols such that they are the idol's real parents. some of them even try to fulfill their love fantasies via shipping them and they cross limits either knowingly or unknowingly.take example of lizkook. they ship them so intensely that they have even created a WE GOT MARRIED series of lizkook with fake clips edited in such a way that any baby fan might believe it. and i feel like vomiting. the images like these make me disgusted so just think about the idols how would they feel if they are dating someone else. BTS even said dont ship us with girls but i think shippers forgot that lisa is also a girl. and if anyone says lizkook is fake then the amount of bashing the person will get ............ they also tend to hate IU bcoz she is Jk's ideal type. they make "lisa vs iu vs tzuyu who is best for jungkook' videos and hate IU and tzuyu so bad. i read one of the wattapad stories of Jirose where IU was made the villain and the amout of times lisa cursed her - my heart broke. also the author showed Jk as a clingey bf of lisa who tries everything to get her back. i mean crossing this much limits to ship. yukss..
  2. HOMOSEXUAL SHIPPERS: [ this title is not meant to hate on a community. i made it to symbolise a type of shipping. if you want me to change it then tell me in the comments politely.] the people who ship a male idol to male and female to female. i also ship moonsun, najijeong, jensoo but these people forget to use their minds and even spam the idol's account with comments like these
"NaYeon iS jEoNGyEON pRegANant WitH yoU"
"JiHyO wheN dId YOu HAd YouR fiRSt KiSS WiTH sANa"
"Rm wILL You MaRRy JiMIn"
"Rm WHat Will YOu DO with JIN iN Bed"
"TAe WHat WilL YoU do iF jk Was a GIrl"
"Do YOU gUYS RealLY sLEEp TOgethEr. OMg HUbbY aND wIFey"
like what dude. asking idols these questions really make them uncomfortable. that wifey thing is fine until you ask idols while they are live. keep your shipping to yourselves.
  1. PEDOPHILE SHIPPERS: shipping itzy + bts ????? do you even know the age difference. yuna is just 15 and you are shipping her with a 23 year old man. shipping heemo is fine coz they are a real couple. but dont you think those idols will feel disgusted with such kind of thing. they also shipped yuna with felix. dude felix isnt a pedo nor is any other idol. this is such a worse kind of shipping.
but there are some sane shippers [like me] who actually ship idols without crossing limits
  1. CERTIFIED SHIPPERS: we only ship the approved couples with all proofs. like Kanghyo, heemo, hyundawn. the couples who state themselves that they are dating and haven't broke up. this is the safest ship.

Nowadays these shippers try to prove the shipping so badly with just the clips of eye contact. it really sometimes, in the past, made me think that tae likes jennie, tae likes tzuyu and tae even likes wheein and tae likes every single idol.
jimin just looked at the sky and they said that he is looking at lisa, uwu. i will break their uwus.

that's it. i was so angry that i wanted to take this off my chest. if you guys ship then that's fine but dont cross your limits. bcoz even i will feel disgusted at such horrible things then think how the idols will feel specially when this is mass produced . yikess... just report these type of intense shipping videos on YT. mass reporting might remove those videos. thanks
OMG leave the idols alone.
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2020.10.13 09:58 Leek212 My gf cheated on me and it's partly my fault

Well to make it short my gf cheated
My gf of 4 years gets her own place and I move in later. After 2 weeks living with her she tells me she wants guy friends. Feeling concerned and being new to her city and not knowing a soul while also friendless made me uncomfy. I ask why she's says to have fun, turn up, and txt other people. Also wants to Drink and smoke with them. Mind you she already does this with her sis and cousin who have guys over her sis house, constantly doing this.
Knowig this I felt weird about it and basically said no, not to be controlling just because I'm the new guy. Well after this she became a brand ambassador for IG and needed followers quickly I recommended a dating app. Tinder to be specific, all you gotta do is put a link in the bio and see if people wanna buy that's it. She downloads tagged and later pof behind my back. (Please Don't bash me to hard about the dating app I already know)
Guys inboxed her constantly and I didn't like it some even started promoting her to ger her more followers. One guy who promotes her asked her for the snapchat and she gave it. They sent pics with captions and were txtn behind my backs for over a week till I found out. Then it was her cousin baby daddy who inboxed her and they were txtn. I never knew untill later.
I'm like is she tryin to make guy friends if so why leave me in the dark. She apparently loved the attention and I got sick of it. It's like she was so desperate for platonic friendship she didn't care if it was platonic or what the guys says.
Well the one that killed me was this situation. She was txtn some guy who bought her, the sister and female cousins some waffle house. Apprently this same guy saw my gf on the dating app pof the one I never knew she had. She had a txt free app where she txt the guy. It was weird because he was saying stuff like come see me or whatever happens stays between us. And she just lol at the stuff and even told him I would but I'm cramping. She told him later "this doesn't feel right I'm looking for platonic frienhsips I also almost got caught. He responds with" that's why we should be linking up so you don't get caught. She responds with "True but it feels like cheating" She later broke it off with him this lasted for a week of txtn. I didn't find out about this untill a week later. This was 10 days after the guy asking for the snapchat situation. She even lied about it when I saw the mssgs the 1st time saying it was her cousin who was txtn him.
I asked her why she keep it a secret she doesn't know. I asked aren't you aware of the red flags going on, she claims she didn't take it serious. I even took a deep dive into the convo and figured out this girl doesn't know when game is bring ran on her. I told her 2 months of this shit man I'm sick of it not once did u tell me not once. I'm so confused cause she's very naive and easily manipulated. I didn't speak to her for about a few days untill I gotten back with her after talking. I'm kinda forced to stay only because my car is wrecked and being fixed. I also moved in with her from a different state so I can't easily leave like I want. Funny thing is she was a virgin when we met and now I feel like she wanna explore other options now.
She deleted the dating apps and everything but The situation hurts so bad. I think about it a lot I even feel my heart race and I hate feeling this way I even feel like the bad guy in this. She gets notifications and I suspect stuff. This is real toxic and can't go on but I know she still loves me and I love her we walked to the store and talked about it. And we both want the same thing she says she'll stop trying to make guy friends since she went about it wrong and none of it worked out. I feel like she means it but since I had no input or anything to do with what she was doing behind my back I feel like it's the truth. I didn't compromise you or anything it all failed because of you. In the end I feel bad because everyone is allowed a friend. I hate being optimistic like this.
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2020.10.13 09:33 Leek212 My gf cheated on me and it's crazy to me

Well to make it short my gf cheated
My gf of 4 years gets her own place and I move in later. After 2 weeks living with her she tells me she wants guy friends. Feeling concerned and being new to her city and not knowing a soul while also friendless made me uncomfy. I ask why she's says to have fun, turn up, and txt other people. Also wants to Drink and smoke with them. Mind you she already does this with her sis and cousin who have guys over her sis house, constantly doing this.
Knowig this I felt weird about it and basically said no, not to be controlling just because I'm the new guy. Well after this she became a brand ambassador for IG and needed followers quickly I recommended a dating app. Tinder to be specific, all you gotta do is put a link in the bio and see if people wanna buy that's it. She downloads tagged and later pof behind my back. (Please Don't bash me to hard about the dating app I already know)
Guys inboxed her constantly and I didn't like it some even started promoting her to ger her more followers. One guy who promotes her asked her for the snapchat and she gave it. They sent pics with captions and were txtn behind my backs for over a week till I found out. Then it was her cousin baby daddy who inboxed her and they were txtn. I never knew untill later.
I'm like is she tryin to make guy friends if so why leave me in the dark. She apparently loved the attention and I got sick of it. It's like she was so desperate for platonic friendship she didn't care if it was platonic or what the guys says.
Well the one that killed me was this situation. She was txtn some guy who bought her, the sister and female cousins some waffle house. Apprently this same guy saw my gf on the dating app pof the one I never knew she had. She had a txt free app where she txt the guy. It was weird because he was saying stuff like come see me or whatever happens stays between us. And she just lol at the stuff and even told him I would but I'm cramping. She told him later "this doesn't feel right I'm looking for platonic frienhsips I also almost got caught. He responds with" that's why we should be linking up so you don't get caught. She responds with "True but it feels like cheating" She later broke it off with him this lasted for a week of txtn. I didn't find out about this untill a week later. This was 10 days after the guy asking for the snapchat situation. She even lied about it when I saw the mssgs the 1st time saying it was her cousin who was txtn him.
I asked her why she keep it a secret she doesn't know. I asked aren't you aware of the red flags going on, she claims she didn't take it serious. I even took a deep dive into the convo and figured out this girl doesn't know when game is bring ran on her. I told her 2 months of this shit man I'm sick of it not once did u tell me not once. I'm so confused cause she's very naive and easily manipulated. I didn't speak to her for about a few days untill I gotten back with her after talking. I'm kinda forced to stay only because my car is wrecked and being fixed. I also moved in with her from a different state so I can't easily leave like I want. Funny thing is she was a virgin when we met and now I feel like she wanna explore other options now.
She deleted the dating apps and everything but The situation hurts so bad. I think about it a lot I even feel my heart race and I hate feeling this way I even feel like the bad guy in this. She gets notifications and I suspect stuff. This is real toxic and can't go on but I know she still loves me and I love her we walked to the store and talked about it. And we both want the same thing she says she'll stop trying to make guy friends since she went about it wrong and none of it worked out. I feel like she means it but since I had no input or anything to do with what she was doing behind my back I feel like it's the truth. I didn't compromise you or anything it all failed because of you. In the end I feel bad because everyone is allowed a friend. I hate being optimistic like this
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2020.10.13 04:51 TheGigconomist The Blue Bomber

I sat patiently in my costume, itchy fabric and all, waiting for my uncle Jeff to arrive. I dressed up as Pennywise this year as I figured it would be topical enough. I thought everyone else would dress up as a Covid molecule or something. My friend, Reagan, who is…something else entirely was throwing a party. I was hoping that by the end of the night she and I could be more than friends.This is why, in lieu of my dad driving me to Reagan’s Halloween party, I asked my uncle Jeff. Whereas my dad is buttoned-down and uptight, my uncle Jeff was laid back, and pretty cool in general. Jeff begged my dad to loosen up over the years, which often led my dad to make fun of him. But Jeff liked his life, and he was the life of the party. Uncle Jeff taught me about video games and bands like The Pixies among all the other cool stuff I know. Over the years he went out of his way to help me find myself and navigate my teens. He felt more like my older brother than my uncle.I was expecting him to pull into my driveway in his Crown Victoria. Color me surprised when I could hear the wailing of a 3.3-liter V6 as it sputtered and stalled its way into my driveway. I could smell the oil leak from my living room.“Goddamnit!” he yelled from outside as the engine abruptly shut off. I sighed and made my way to the door where my dad had already beat me to it and had thrown it open. Dad was still wearing his dress shirt and slacks from the workday, even though he worked at home now.“Jeff!” he shouted. “You drove that damn thing over here?”And there he was. It was the end of October and my uncle was still wearing cargo shorts, sneakers, and a matching Orioles t-shirt and baseball cap. He always wore this crap. That’s part of the reason I love him so much.“I got it Ray, just give me a minute!” he yelled back. Jeff had the hood up on the baby blue, 2003 Caravan and was looking through the engine compartment. He slid one of the rear doors open and grabbed a gallon of water. He ran back to the hood and opened up a yellow tab then started pouring water in. As he did this he looked back.“She’ll run fine now, Ray. It’s that damn radiator,” he shouted back. “If I dump water in the reservoir…hey do you ever take that suit off?”Dad shook his head and looked at me, the expression on his face was priceless. “Are you sure you want to go to a Halloween party in that thing, with him? Last chance, Ian.”“Jesus Christ, you’re going as Pennywise?” Jeff asked me, walking towards the house.“Yeah, I put a lot of work into this.”“There isn’t much worse of a Halloween costume,” he replied. “You didn’t even go as the Tim Curry version of Pennywise, bud. I’d take it off.”“I’m already ready,” I replied, a little whiny. “And I don’t have another costume.”He shook his head. “I got something,” he said, and he went into the passenger side and pulled out a sailor hat and red and white striped shirt. “It’s Steve’s work costume from Stranger Things season 3. I figured you might mess this up so I took it upon myself to bring you a backup.” With that, he walked towards the house.“I mean, what’s wrong with this costume?” I shot back with my dad shaking his head now and walking back into the house, throwing up his arms in exasperation.“Let me ask you a question,” he responded, now on my doorstep. “This party that I’m taking you to, is there going to be someone there that you like?”After a moment of thought, I nodded.“Uh-huh,” he responded with a cocky grin. “Now, do you think she’s going to be so willing to make out with a demonic clown from literally the nightmares of children?”I raised my finger to counter him, but he actually had a great point.He nodded and pointed back inside my house, throwing the costume at me. “Yeah, go get changed. I’ll be in The Blue Bomber,” he replied as he turned back and walked to the minivan, shaking his head the whole time.I let out a sigh and went back into my house. It took another 45 minutes, but I ran down the stairs and got into the van. He shifted into gear and we backed out of the driveway.For reasons I never understood, she was my uncle’s pride and joy. A 2003 sky blue Dodge Caravan SXT with a mighty V6 engine. Jeff picked me up from elementary school the day he bought it in 2015. He had wrecked his 2008 Kia and the insurance paid out. I was as freaked out when I was eleven-years-old as I was when he pulled up into the driveway tonight.“I saved a ton, Ian!” he told me. “Only paid a thousand dollars for it, can you believe it? I can keep driving Uber with it, too!”That was the thing, Jeff wasn’t ever really committed to one job. Primarily, he was a daytime courier with a local chemical laboratory. But he always needed extra money for car maintenance and gas on top of the small cost of living he had with my kind-of aunt Lisa, so he supplemented that by driving for Uber and Lyft whenever he would wake up during the day.“It’s got a couple of hiccups,” he told me as the oil light came on, the first of many times since he bought it. I remember as a kid when he was driving me home I noticed the beads.Hung off the rearview mirror were these black beads that connected to an odd wooden cross.“What’s with the cross, uncle Jeff?” I asked him.He looked at the rearview, and he got uncharacteristically quiet. “Damned if I know,” he responded, simply. “I’ll be honest bud, I bought this off of a gypsy. One of those gypsies that runs the palm readings out of her house in Claymont.”“Why?” I asked.“Because the price was right,” he replied. “The only thing was when I got in to drive it away, she stopped me and pointed at them. Know what she said?” he asked with a chuckle.I just looked at him. He started into this terrible Mediterranean accent.“Some day, Jeff,” he started. “Some day, you’ll have an adventure far from home, and you’ll need these to get back. Never take them from the van.”And he grabbed the beads and ran them through his hand while we were at a red light.“Isn’t that the coolest damn thing, Ian?” he asked me. “That’s the problem with your dad. Ray’s always working, and all he sees is money. Where’s the adventure in that, bud?”My uncle’s favorite word is, adventure. Everything with him has to be an adventure. It’s how he gets through his deliveries with the courier company or each of his Uber trips. He doesn’t see it as work; he sees it as adventure. And maybe he has a point, frankly. He’s been all over the east coast, from Florida to Maine, as well as parts of the northern and southern Midwest.I didn’t really believe the gypsy story either. My uncle had a tendency to…embellish a bit when he told a story. I mean, he may be a 36-year-old courier, but he gave me a very critical piece of life advice.“Worse comes to worse, Ian, it’s a souvenir,” he told me. “Always remember that. Wherever you go in life, take a keepsake. Otherwise, how will anyone know where you’ve been? Every souvenir you keep is another story to tell.”Sitting in The Blue Bomber now I looked around at a few of Jeff’s little souvenirs. Besides all the cobwebs on the windshield and the thumbtacks holding the upholstery to the ceiling, the mighty minivan was littered with parking receipts from Cleveland, toll receipts from New York, and even some busted up wood. The wood was from the legendary big, white church in Centralia, PA. They tore the church down recently.“Hey, Jeff,” I started to ask him as a thought dawned on me. “You can’t even drive Uber in this thing anymore, can you?”And uncle Jeff looked over at me and smiled. “No, no I can’t, Ian,” he replied to me. That’s actually part of why I drove it to your house tonight instead of the Vic. I’ve got a surprise for you.I perked up. “Oh, what is it?”“You’re sitting in it, bud!”My heart sank. I stared down at the glove box in front of me, which he had taped shut with Gorilla tape. I remember asking him about it before.“Oh, that,” he had replied. “I screwed up the latch and now the damn glove box keeps popping open. I taped it shut. I have a second glove box, anyway. It’s under the seat,” he had told me.The tape gave me even more trepidation as we drove towards Reagan’s house now. What other issues were wrong in this van I didn’t want?“See, I figure with you turning sixteen next year, I’d just give you The Blue Bomber!” he said, enthusiastically. “She’s all yours! I’ve been getting work done on her. I got the brakes done, new tires, etc etc. I just have to figure out the radiator and she’ll be ready to go!”As if on cue, the van rumbled. Uncle Jeff cursed to himself.“Oh, and the damn fuel pump,” he replied. “We’ll need to get you a space heater, too. The heating core blew up last year and shot water all out through the defroster. But, she still hums!”“Oh,” I responded. “Well, thanks uncle Jeff. I might look for my own car.”The smile on my uncle’s face dropped as he looked back to the road. “I mean, I know it’s not the most stylish thing, but The Blue Bomber is a tank! She can get through anything, and she’s not even at 200 thousand miles yet!”I mean, I felt for my uncle a little bit. For reasons that he never quite made clear, he sure loved that stupid minivan. I hated to offend him but I couldn’t drive that death trap. He once had a leak in the fuel pump that could’ve engulfed him in flames and he drove it that way for six months before taking it to the shop.He let out a sigh. “Well, I see your point. Your dad can take you to finance something, anyway. You’ll get a warranty out of that.” He said, before driving the rest of the way in silence.Well, almost the rest of the way.“So is this going to be a good party or a lame-ass party?” he asked me when we were about three minutes away from Reagan’s house.“It’s going to be fun,” I replied. “We’re going to do some stuff, play a few games. I think someone has a Ouija board and we’re going to try a séance.”He smirked. “Got a condom?”“What?” I shot back.“I mean, is this girl hot? To you anyway, you know, different strokes and all that. You like her?”He had to have seen me turning red, because even though I didn’t say anything he shot me this huge grin.“Here,” he said, and opened the glove box. “The date on this should still be good,” he was rummaging around through the box now and pulled out something small and square.He handed me a condom.“I keep them in there for the riders I get that are trying to get down to business,” he said, looking back at the road. “You wouldn’t believe the tips I get afterward.”Sheepishly, I put the foil in my pocket.“And no offense, bud, but you were actually kind of a surprise,” he told me. “Ray was not expecting you, and neither was your mother. But your dad did a good job raising you,” he told me.He was silent for another moment as the GPS announced that we turn on to a street that led into Reagan’s development.“Now, your mother, on the other hand, is a total pain in the ass,” he said, out of nowhere. “I told Ray not to marry her and now look at him. Let that be my last life lesson to you tonight, Ian. Don’t bother getting married. Your aunt Lisa and I are doing just fine.”“I mean, that’s my mom, uncle Jeff,” I said back to him in a mild defense. He was kind of right, and I didn’t get along with her in the least. But I just didn’t really want to hear about her tonight.The GPS announced that we had arrived and unfortunately uncle Jeff decided to park in the driveway. I imagine that Reagan, Tyler, and a few of my other friends (and some of my not-friends) heard The Blue Bomber stumble up the driveway and ran to the doors and windows to gawk at her.As I tried to hurry from The Blue Bomber, I noticed uncle Jeff put it in park and opened the door alongside me. I was mortified as Reagan opened her door and was staring at us. Well, as mortified as a 15-year-old could be looking at her. She dressed up as a female vampire, so maybe there was something to what my uncle said about Halloween costumes.“Uncle Jeff, what are you doing?” I nervously asked.“I need to take a leak,” he replied, then staring up at Reagan’s house. And soon I heard the laughter. I kicked myself internally. I asked Jeff to drive me because he was cooler than my dad, I figured he’d just drop me off and come back when the party ended. Not so much this time, I guessed.“Hi, you must be Ian’s friend, Reagan!” he shouted like a dope, and I heard the laughter spewing from the house. “I’m Ian’s uncle, Jeff. Can I use your bathroom?”People inside the house were howling, but Reagan, the sweet girl that she is, gave me a look of horrified-sympathy. “Um, okay,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you, Uncle Jeff.”And my uncle stormed his way inside, and I followed behind him.Reagan has a nice house for all intents and purposes. She lives in a mcmansion in a newer development on the good side of Delaware County. There was a chandelier when we walked in that lit a grand staircase quite well. The music blaring out of the kitchen was some Panic! At the Disco song I’d heard way too much in the past month.I saw a few people I knew from school, and some I wish I didn’t know. Some kids really went out of their way to dress up for this, namely the girls, and others really didn’t try at all, namely the boys. Somewhat shockingly, people liked my Steve costume, so score one for my uncle.As I was getting into the swing of things, Kenny, this awful, awful dick from my algebra class, sauntered over to me. He dressed like The Joker but didn’t bother with the makeup, just the purple suit. That was just like Kenny to do.“Ian!” he yelled, holding up a red solo cup in an exaggerated gesture. “Way to make a dumb costume look dumber, pal!”And of course, a few of his sycophantic, dick friends laughed along with him.“Now,” he told me, walking up next to me and putting his arm around me. The kid smelled like two wine coolers, I swear. “I heard you brought a guest to this little soiree. And to think, you haven’t introduced me to your dear, dear uncle yet!”I shot a look of panic over at Reagan who mouthed the word sorry at me. As if the timing couldn’t get any worse, out from the bathroom came my uncle Jeff.“Speak of the devil!” cried Kenny and went to introduce himself to my uncle. “Uncle Jeff, is it?”“Who the hell are you, kid?” he responded to Kenny which caught him off guard a little bit.Kenny backed off a little but nevertheless tried his best to antagonize my uncle. “My name is Kenny, uncle Jeff,” he replied. “I just wanted to introduce myself and have a chance to meet you! Ian tells us so much about you, I hear you’re the cool uncle!”I rubbed my temples after I saw Jeff smirk a little.“I guess you could say that Kenny,” he replied and I internally begged him not to keep overstaying his welcome.“Well,” and the grin on Kenny’s face was huge, now. “We’re about to tell some stories, uncle Jeff. Say, what do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?”Jeff shrugged. “I’m a courier, and in my spare time I drive Uber and Lyft.”There were more chuckles as Kenny purposely put on a big, stupid expression.“Oh wow, Uber!” he over-exaggerated. “You must have some stories, huh?”Jeff smirked again,” I guess you could say that too, Kenny.”“So,” Kenny said, taking a seat on the nearby couch. “Since we’re about to tell stories, how about you tell us what it’s like to drive Uber and Lyft? What was the worst customer you’ve ever had?”Jeff walked over to the perpendicular love seat and sat down. “I’ll do you one better, Kenny,” he said, the smirk never leaving his lips. “This is a Halloween party, and it’s mischief night, right?”He looked around at everyone, as they were all staring at him with baited breath now.“Well, I won’t tell you that,” he finally replied. “But I will tell you the scariest ride I ever took. Who wants to hear it?”To my surprise, they all crowded around my uncle Jeff.“Okay, so the year is 2015,” he started. “As a matter of fact, it was five years ago to date. Mischief Night was on a Friday that year, with Halloween on Saturday, so the Uber market, which had just started in the Philly area, was going off.”His attempt at slang drew some laughs, but he continued.“It was party central,” he continued. “So, I was a designated driver all night. I made a mint, too, just The Blue Bomber and I! That’s the van I parked out there. If I’m blocking anyone, let me know and I’ll move it, by the way.”“Uncle Jeff,” Kenny interrupted. “I noticed that ‘The Blue Bomber’ has a cross hanging from the rearview mirror. Are you religious?”Jeff laughed. “No, that came with the van. I bought it from a gypsy who told me that I ‘would need it some day soon’. As a matter of fact, I used to take the thing down when I was driving, now I leave it up all the time. I think it actually causes people to tip me, funny enough. But, I’m actually glad you brought that up, Kenny. As a matter of fact, I took it down that very night. Now, may I continue?”“By all means,” Kenny said, doing a mock apologetic gesture with his arms.“It’s the end of the night, midnight, as a matter of fact,” Jeff started up again. “Now it’s Halloween. I’m about done; I did make about $150 bucks up to that point, but actually my girlfriend and I need more, a lot more. Her insurance screwed her on her insulin co-pay that month, and we were in a bind. I’m driving through Chadds Ford, okay? I’m trying to find Route One, so I pull over and hop out of the van to stretch my legs and get my bearings.”Jeff stood up off of the love seat now and took out his phone. He made exaggerated gestures.“I swear to God,” he continued. I’m looking around and then down at my phone, and from behind, I hear, ‘excuse me, sir! I was wondering if you could take me somewhere.’”I realized that Jeff was doing accents again. This one sounded like old, broken transatlantic.“I turn around,” he continued. “And this tall, skinny, weird-looking shit, couldn’t have been older than 25, is standing there, with a grin on his face. He wasn’t smiling, no teeth were sticking out, just a grin. He had to be about six-foot-three but he looked like he only weighed 140 pounds. But, he wasn’t pale, it was weird. His skin gave off this kind of, yellow-greenish hue to it. He had a stupid wide-brim hat on and was wearing a white shirt with suspenders and black trousers. Oh, does anyone have anything to drink? Water or anything?”“I’ve got beer!” someone said as my uncle shook his head.“I’m driving,” he responded. “A bottle of water or anything? I hate to ask but my voice goes when I tell a story.”Someone handed him a bottle of water, of which he twisted the cap off and took a few hearty gulps. When he was done, Jeff put the cap back on and continued.“So, I look this kid over, and honest to God I thought it was a Halloween costume, like zombie Amish or something. So I asked him, outright, ‘yes, what can I do for you?’ to which he actually took a step towards me.”My uncle Jeff cleared his throat to do his old transatlantic accent again.“So the kid says, ‘good evening, traveler!’ in this big, enthusiastic voice. ‘I was wondering if you could do a favor for me.’ And at this time, I noticed his hands.”Jeff tried to size his own hands into a ball.“On his right hand,” he continued. “Is this golden ring with this huge sapphire jewel. It looked like a shitty class ring to be honest. That’s what got me into this mess. I figured it was just a kid because I thought he had a damn class ring. So I look back into his eyes, which looked a kind of grey, but I thought they were hazel, I guess. And I asked him again, ‘okay, what can I do for you?’”Jeff sat back on the love seat. A few people were exchanging glances of are you kidding me? But most of them, even Reagan, gave him their undivided attention.“So the kid says to me, ‘I’m a bit far from home. I was wondering if you could take me the rest of the way.’ So I gave him this look, thinking he was going to make me drive him to Maryland or something and then skimp on the tab.”“I asked him, ‘well, I’m the closest one to you, why don’t you bring up the app and call for a ride?’ Pardon me a moment,” and Jeff took another sip of water.“By the way, to whoever gave me this, thank you a million,” he said as he took another sip and put the cap back on. “Now, he says to me, ‘well, I don’t have the app,’ and he says it very simply, and draws on the word app. I figured he was being sarcastic with me but looking back, I don’t think he knew what the word meant, and tried to draw the word out so he wouldn’t mess it up. Anyway, I asked him, ‘alright, well, where are you going?’ And finally, his lips parted, and he started to smile. But it wasn’t a normal smile. His weird eyes got beady all of a sudden, and his teeth were just, terrible. They were the brownest brown you’d ever see in your life, and they just smelled like shit.”A few people gasped.“You ain’t kidding,” Jeff said, acknowledging them. “I took a step back and now I was trying to get out of this mess, but he said through his teeth, ‘Potterfield, New York,’ yeah, he wanted to go to freaking New York. I also realized another thing; there is no Potterfield, New York. I actually told him that. ‘You mean, Pottersville.’ He actually got a little angry with that and closed his hideous mouth. ‘No, it’s Potterfield, I know my own town,’ he told me. Again, trying to get out of it, I told him, ‘no, it’s way too late for me to go to New York State tonight.’ But then he grabbed something from his back pocket.”At this point, my uncle opened one of his cargo pockets and grabbed his wallet from inside. He opened the wallet and took out what looked like a bill. I realized at this point that I’ve never heard this story, or if he ever told it to me, I wasn’t paying attention. So, I got closer to the love seat. Everyone was trying to see what he had in his hand.“He tells me, ‘I’ll pay you out of my pocket,’ and walks closer to me, almost gets in my face, and hands me these,” and Jeff held up the bill.It was a U.S. dollar, but it wasn’t. It was actually an American hundred dollar silver note from the late 1800s. It even had James Monroe’s face on it.“I couldn’t believe it either,” he told us. “I thought this was counterfeit or something. I actually took my phone out and Googled it at that moment, right in front of him. And while he just… stared at me, my browser let me know that these things actually existed. When I saw their value was $1.25 to one, I thought, I desperately need $600 bucks for Lisa’s insulin and I nodded. We needed the damn money and I was in no position to say no. I shoved them in my pocket and I opened the side door for him. He sat down, I got in and shifted gear, and we started to New York State. Luckily I had just filled my tank. I never like to drive The Bomber home without filling her up first.”“Well, what happened with the rest of the bills?” someone asked. Actually, it was Reagan.He laughed. “I sold them to the pawnshop on 202,” he responded. “Four of those bills, anyway. I kept this one as a keepsake. Always kids, always keep a memento of where you’ve been. Otherwise, no one will know where you’ve been.”He took a long look at the bill before putting it in his wallet, “They weren't counterfeit after all. They were real,” he said to the silver note. “Damned if they weren’t real.”“Oh, come on,” Kenny yelled out now, frustrated, no longer with that stupid, cocky look on his face. “You don’t expect me to believe this shit, do you?”Jeff put his wallet back in his cargo pocket and then took another long sip of water.“Kenny,” he started. “The only thing I expect out of you is that later in life, you’re going to run the business that your dad, whichever rich asshole in Glen Mills that he is, entrusted to you into the ground, and your wife is going to leave you for the pool boy. Afterwards, while you’re sitting alone in your new studio apartment, wondering where your life went, I hope you’ll remember this story that I’m telling as part of the better years of your life.”Kenny, mouth open, stumbled back and sat on the couch. I’m not even sure he blinked for a few minutes.“Damn uncle Jeff, that’s savage,” someone else yelled, as the rest of the room was whisper quiet now.“If I can continue,” he said, with the smirk back on his face. “I pull out my phone and I type Pottersville into my GPS. I tell him, ‘Okay, so to get to Pottersville, it’s about six hours.’ He got mad again and screamed, Potterfield and it sounded awful when he screamed it. So I looked up Potterfield and nothing came up on the GPS. I say, ‘Mister… actually, I never got your name.’ and he responds, ‘It’s Jacob,’ and I replied, ‘okay Mr. Jacob, my map doesn’t have Potterfield, on it. So I don’t know what you want from me.”Jeff shook his head. “He sighed, which again, didn’t sound quite right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. And he told me as I looked in the rearview, ‘Well, do you know where Kingston is? It’s a little north of Kingston. When we get there I can give you directions for the rest of the way.’ And I caught myself staring at that damn ring of his. But I obliged him. ‘Kingston it is,’ I remember saying to him. I also realized while looking at the GPS that Kingston was only three-and-a-half hours away, which put me at ease.”Uncle Jeff was sure to catch his breath before he continued with the meat of the story.“I set a course for Kingston and we continued,” he said. “As I said, it was almost a four-hour drive, and the entire time up there, we never made conversation of any kind. Now, this is a normal thing, believe it or not. I know people in Uber cars like to be left alone and I’m fine with that. I hate forcing a conversation. But usually, those people look at their phones and put ear buds in or something, or go to sleep. But not Jacob, he was something else. I periodically looked in the mirror, and I only ever saw him, facing forward, that default grin he had on his lips, looking at me and watching me drive. I looked in the rearview about once every 20 minutes, and every single time I did, for three hours, he was staring at me. And if I caught him, he didn’t even look away! He just kept on staring.”Jeff was starting to look uneasy now, and I noticed more and more people were crowding around him now, genuinely interested in this. He took another pull from the bottled water, emptying it out, and he put the empty bottle on a coffee table.“So eventually,” he continued. “We make it to Kingston, and I look in the mirror, and he still stares at me. I ask him, ‘Okay Jacob, this is Kingston, where to now?’ And he told me to keep driving north, where eventually; we hit a fork in the road. He told me, actually, he simply pointed to the left. Yeah, he just pointed. So I drive down the road to the left and he keeps pointing to these side roads. It’s almost four a.m. when he points to one final road that leads into a forest. I’m not kidding, it was a long, brown dirt road that was nestled in between thickets of trees on either side. But, per his silent instructions, I drove down the dirt path.”Jeff rubbed his face and continued. Everyone was crowded around him now, like it was an actual campfire.“Well, eventually we hit a giant clearing, maybe after three or so miles down this damn thing,” he said. “And the dirt road we were on connected to a bunch of other dirt roads. And in the center of it all, there it was, an old, brown wooden sign with white letters that read, Potterfield. There was a population count of about one hundred or so scrawled underneath. And I noticed the buildings. They were stone and brick, all of them white, with dark black shutters. They looked like old New England farmhouses, all of them. They had those old cross window panes and everything.”Jeff thought for a moment.“But,” he began again. “Come to think of it, the panes of glass were wrong. The windows weren’t cross-paned, not quite. It’s like the crosses were…upside down.”And he looked at everyone for effect, and then smirked. A couple of them groaned again but he pressed on.“Well, we kept driving until that little village was far behind us. Eventually he pointed to a big, plantation-style stone mansion on the right side of the road, all by itself,” Jeff said. “At the foot of the dirt path leading up to it, Jacob tells me, ‘this is my home,’ so I pull over and let him out. He gets out of the van as I circle back to the driver’s seat, but before I get in he tells me, staring me dead in the face, ‘enjoy our little town of Potterfield, Jeff.’ And he turned and walked towards the giant stone house.Jeff stopped here and looked at everyone again.“But,” he said, simply. “I never told Jacob my name.”And uncle Jeff simply stopped talking for a moment.“But,” a voice called out. It was actually Kenny, dead serious. “What happened, Jeff?”Jeff smiled and got back into the story.“Well at this point,” he started. “I’m freaked out because I know I never told that kid my name. I start The Bomber up and turn around down the dirt path, then head back the way I came.”And he looked deeply at all of us again.“Well, I did pass by the town, there wasn’t a soul on the streets. But as I started down the dirt path we’d originally come down, to get back on the main road, something had changed. I drove down four or five miles, but it just kept going and going. There were no landmarks; I couldn’t even get specific details from any rocks or trees near me. It was just a small forest and darkness, over and over.”Jeff thought about the story for a moment and continued. Everyone was on the edge of his or her seats now.“I need gas at this point,” he said. “So I decided to go back to Potterfield to see if I could find a gas station that maybe I had missed. After struggling for a minute to turn around, I do have a bad power steering pump, I got her turned around and we drove back. I kid you not, about half a mile later; we were back in the town. I checked the odometer again just to be sure, and I was right, the mileage didn’t make sense. In addition, my dashboard clock was still stuck at 3:55 a.m. It never moved in the entire time I was up there.”“What did you do then, Jeff?” this time it was Reagan that asked.He scratched his head. “Once I hit the town again, I parked near the sign and got out,” he said. “I looked around for any sign of life. I then noticed a few things. There weren’t any bugs or any birds or anything making a noise. There were no wildlife sounds of any kind. Other than the moonlight there wasn’t any light in the town besides my headlights. Well, I walked around the town for a little, trying to find anything remotely resembling gasoline. I checked inside all of those houses, and that was another thing altogether.”“What were the houses like?” I now found myself asking. I still didn’t believe him, but I was really getting caught up in his story just like everyone else.“That’s the thing, bud,” he said, right to me. “From what I could tell, using my phone flashlight, they were dusty and deserted. There were cobwebs and thick layers of dust everywhere. I even broke into one and confirmed that. But the worst part of the house I broke into? I took a look in the small dining area, and under the dust and cobwebs was food. Four plates were set up and they had turkey on all of them, but it all looked half-eaten, and the chairs were knocked over. It was like they were just there, got up in the middle of dinner, and left.”A bunch of us gasped, and Jeff chuckled.“I know, right?” he asked rhetorically. “Anyway, I came back outside and as I made my way back to The Blue Bomber, I saw a young girl nearby. Well, I saw her from the back. She wore this old hoop dress and a bonnet. She looked like she was doing a reenactment of some kind. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m creeped out to hell at this point, and I need to get the hell out of Potterfield. I didn’t approach this girl out of stupid curiosity, I did it out of desperation.”“You went up to the girl?” Kenny asked. Jeff nodded.“I got within 20 feet of her and said, ‘excuse me, Miss? Can you tell me how to get out of town and back onto the main road? I’m low on gas.’ And she doesn’t say anything. I get a little closer, ask again, and that’s when I noticed the stench. God, she smelled like something foul. As I gagged into my hand, she turned around. She was pale, but also gave off that same hue to her skin that Jacob did.”There was a collective gasp in the room now. But funny enough, Jeff looked like he was…elsewhere. It was like he forgot he was telling a fun story and now he was recapping events that happened for a police interrogation.“So I asked her again,” Jeff said, not looking at anyone now, just staring down at the coffee table. “And she turns around, and had the same damn beady eyes and smiled with those same, awful brown teeth. And she said to me, ‘you can’t leave, Jeff. Only Jacob can leave. But we’ll make a home for you in Potterfield.’ And she laughed and laughed. Well, I backed the hell up and turned to run back to The Bomber, and as I did, they all literally came out of the woodwork.”“They?” Reagan simply asked.He nodded but didn’t look at her. “There must have been dozens of them. They were all dressed the same, all had those weird skin hues, and they all had those goofy, baked bean teeth. And you know who was leading them to the square? Goddamn Jacob himself. So, I ran to my van as they closed in on me. I got in and tried to start it but she wouldn’t turn over this time.”He looked up.“It was the fuel pump,” he said, simply. “What a time for the van to fail, just like in a horror movie.”And I looked in uncle Jeff’s eyes, and I figured it out, finally. Jeff was upset with me not because I didn’t want the van in general, but also because over the years, that van was his best friend and his protector. They had been all over the eastern United States together. And the story he was telling now, whether it was embellished or not…This was the only time since he bought the van that my uncle, the bravest and coolest man I knew, was scared that they weren’t going to make it home that night.Tears welled up in his eyes and he stood up now.“I started kicking at the steering wheel, bashing it with my fists,” he continued. “I kept screaming, ‘come on, girl! Come on!’ and just wailing at her.”And he stopped for a moment and sat down to catch his breath. I looked at everyone, and they all stared at him in anticipation.They didn’t know if he would make it home that night either.“Well, they came closer and closer to us,” he continued. “And I’m desperate, just beating on the console. I hit the glove box at a point. It turns out I broke the damn thing and had to tape it up later.”The Gorilla tape.“And, well, there was something in the glove box,” he continued. Something I used to take down when I took Uber trips because I didn’t want people to laugh at me. It was something that someone once told me I would need when I least expected it.”Kenny gasped and spoke up now.“The cross and the beads,” Kenny said out loud.Jeff looked at him, smiled, and nodded.“And again, I’m not a praying man,” Jeff continued. “I had no other choice, so I grabbed the cross and beads, I closed my eyes, and I waited for the end.”And Jeff stopped his story, one last time, and everyone just stared, mouths agape.So I was the one to speak up.“Well uncle Jeff,” I began. “How did you get home?”“I was waiting there, with my eyes closed,” he continued. “And I waited and waited, and kept on waiting. And nothing was happening. So I opened my eyes.”He stood up again and made a big circle gesture with his hands.“They all still surrounded The Bomber,” he said. “But something was wrong. They couldn’t move or something. I looked down at the cross in my hand, and then held it up to them, and they all threw their hands up and looked away from it. So, I got out and walked over to Jacob. The first thing I did was punch him square in the jaw.”A couple of kids laughed again.“But when I did,” he continued. “His jaw actually fell off! No kidding! It was lying right there in the grass. He then came back at me and grabbed my hand with his right hand, and there was some smoke and it smelled terrible. He screamed, and I kid you not, he hand broke off of his forearm, right at the wrist.”A couple of kids moaned out a hearty ewww!“And I looked at the hand in the grass,” Jeff said. “It was his right hand, the one with the ring on it. And I remembered what that freaky ghoul girl had told me.”“Only Jacob can leave,” Reagan said.Jeff nodded and smiled again. “So, I grabbed his hand. I didn’t waste time getting the damn ring off I just took the hand. I got back in The Bomber, I threw the hand on the passenger seat, and before I shut the door, I yelled back to him, ‘you’re welcome for the ride, asshole. Be sure to leave me five-stars!’ and I turned the key, and wouldn’t you know it, the engine fired right up.”Jeff took one last breath before the epilogue to his story.“Well, we drove back down the dirt road we came in on,” he said. “And the trees parted, the road opened up, and I swear to this day, as I turned onto the main road, night changed to day. My dash clock started to work again, it read six on the dot, and my phone started to work too.”Jeff got up now.“I never actually told anyone that story,” he said. “Not my girlfriend Lisa, not even Ian. You all got to hear it for the first time”Jeff made his way to the door.“Enjoy your party,” he told them.They actually applauded him as he walked out of the front door.The rest of the night went well. That was the last of the ghost stories, but we had fun. Reagan even kissed me! She actually invited me ghost hunting, of all things, which was something I never knew she was into. I counted that as a win, even though I didn’t use the condom that Jeff gave me, something that kind of freaked me out. I just enjoyed the moment.And while I was having fun, I made a decision. So when I texted Jeff to pick me up and we headed back, I made up my mind.“How was the party?” he asked.“It was fun,” I told him. “In fact, I decided how important it is to have such a reliable car. So I was thinking, uncle Jeff. I’ve got some cash stored away. Why don’t you and I get the fuel pump and the heating core fixed? I’d be honored to drive The Blue Bomber.”I actually pet the dashboard when I said it.Jeff laughed. “Thanks buddy,” he replied. “I didn’t want to give her up to someone who didn’t appreciate her.”“I think you’re the coolest uncle Jeff,” I told him to reassure him. “I’m glad you’re not my dad. I love him and all. But I’m glad you drove me tonight.”He smiled at me, and we pressed on.And as we drove, we came up on a Wawa convenience store, where my uncle pulled in.“Listen, I’m gonna get an Icee,” he said. “Do you want anything?”I shook my head.“I’ll be out in a jiffy,” he said. And he ran into the store.As I waited, I looked down at the black duct tape covering the glove box to keep it from opening, and I remembered one little throwaway detail that Jeff told me before.I have a second glove box, anyway. It’s under the seat.I reached under the seat, and sure enough, there was a door with a keyhole. It was unlocked, and I opened it.I reached inside and screamed.I pulled up a skeletal hand. It had a sapphire and gold ring on the third finger.“Always take a souvenir, Ian,” my uncle told me from the passenger side. He’d snuck up on me as I was pulling the hand out. “Otherwise, no one will know where you’ve been."
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2020.10.12 00:17 throwawayra10112020 Honestly this is a clusterfuck and I don't know how to describe it and need advice moving forward. People involved Me(f27) Josh (m31) Unnamed guy I dated (m29)

So I have this friend Josh who I've been friends with for awhile, we have a lot in common, have mutual friends and a good connection. Earlier this year Josh and I started flirting and talking to each other a lot more. We would call each other pet names and say good morning and good night and we'd talk throughout the day. Josh and I established that there could be feelings there but we'd want to meet up and hangout one weekend to be sure and until then we'd keep everything private. He lives a bit away but it's nowhere so far that I couldn't go for a weekend so I made travel plans. We talked about how nice it'll be to cuddle and hang out and I shared some thoughts that were a little less pg which he responded positively to even if he was a little bashful. Well things were going good and then Covid hit and travel was cancelled. It wasn't a huge deal, I was upset but resolved that I'd visit when it's safer. We continued to talk all the time and while neither of us owed the other anything we sort of discussed that we were people that couldn't juggle multiple romantic interests and we wanted to figure out what was between us before moving forward or moving on. He totally didn't have to be on the same page as me on that but it's cool that he was because I'm an insecure, scared little baby and it's helpful to think that his attention was just on me. As Covid continues we start talking less presumably because there isn't a lot going on during lockdown. It made sense and while I was sad we weren't keeping up with how we used to talk it's not like I had a ton to contribute to conversation. Well we start talking less and then starts the problem. First, because we keep this under wraps I have to listen to our mutual friends (female) who like him. Second, I have to play so dumb like I can't imagine liking him. Third, there are some issues with communication, I'm an overthinker and overcommunicator and he has problems expressing his feelings. That is unless his feelings include harmlessly flirting with his female friends that like him. I'll admit that it makes me a little jealous but beyond that it just pisses me off because it feels like he's leading them on and off he can lead them on then surely he could lead me on. As he pulls away from me I get closer to this other guy. Now what comes next is shitty because I really wasn't that interested in this other guy I'm just lonely and he was sweet. So I briefly date this guy but it becomes very clear to me very fast that this is not the relationship that I want to be in. Unfortunately, Josh is really hurt that I started seeing someone else even though I only did it because I was afraid of getting hurt by him and I was unsure of his feelings. Things come to a head with the guy I'm dating and I break up with him and reach out to Josh pouring my heart out and telling him how badly I regret my decision and how I was scared and I really just wanted to be with him. Well in no uncertain terms Josh told me to go fuck myself. We don't talk for a couple weeks, I become super depressed and then we start talking again but it's obviously not the same. At this point I've obviously gotten the message that things could never happen between us and I accept that. I was shitty to him and no amount of apologizing could fix the way that we hurt each other. I guess that I am just looking for advice on how to navigate things from here. At the end of the day, Josh is important to me whether he's just a friend or a future Mr. Throwaway10112020 so I want any advice you kind redditors have on how to repair this. . . . . Tl;dr My friend and I liked each other, we had miscommunications and some issues, it raised doubt in me, I briefly and mistakenly dated someone else before realizing I was with the wrong guy broke up with that dude, poured my heart out and got rejected and now I just want my friend back.
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2020.10.08 15:37 readingrachelx Housewife highlights/Daily shit talk - October 8th, 2020

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2020.10.05 16:37 mustangfrank 100 Disadvantages of being a man. Looking for comments

  1. Men’s deaths during a war are far greater than women’s.
  2. Men’s deaths make up the vast majority of work related deaths.
  3. Men naturally die younger than women.
  4. Men are expendable, “Women and Children First”, ”Men are expected to die for country”
  5. Men cannot opt out of war by getting pregnant in the armed forces.
  6. Men have no choice concerning a pregnancy.
  7. Men can't have children.
  8. Men can be forced to be fathers.
  9. Men can have the right to be a father denied.
  10. Women can legally abandon children at Fire Stations, Police Stations or use Adoption, men cannot.
  11. Women: My body, My choice, Men’s Responsibility.
  12. A father’s emotional contribution to the family is considered less important than the mother’s.
  13. Men’s love of their children is not considered as strong as a mother’s.
  14. Society has no concern for the lives of divorced men.
  15. Men are subjected to being “Baby Trapped” (Intentional Pregnancy by women, Stealthing)
  16. Men are subject to Paternity Fraud (Deceived by a woman to support child/children by other man/men)
  17. Men paying alimony disguised as child support.
  18. Men are assumed to have an endless supply of income for child support regardless of the condition of the economy and their employment.
  19. Men pay a disproportionate share of the tax burden.
  20. Men consume less in tax benefits than women (Welfare, WIC, Food Stamps, Medicaid, Social Security)
  21. Men pay taxes to support children they didn’t create (Welfare, Food Stamps, Medicaid, etc.)
  22. Men are blamed for the poor choices that women make concerning the men women choose. (All the men I date are a-holes. Why are all men jerks?)
  23. Men are expected to adhere to social mores hundreds of years old.
  24. Women can choose to be an “Independent Woman” vs. “Traditional Role” whenever convenient or benefits them most at the time.
  25. Men are expected to approach women for dates.
  26. Men are expected to pay for the dates.
  27. Men are forced to finance organizations that are openly hostile to them i.e. Women’s Studies, Affirmative Action, Universities and Colleges, etc.
  28. Short men are despised or disrespected by women (Manlette, Scrimp, Midget, Runt) as easily seen in women’s dating profile ads. (Women feel entitled to be rude and insult short men)
  29. Sex is easily obtained for women, not for men.
  30. Men have the burden of proof for consensual sex, no such requirement for women.
  31. Men are responsible for women’s actions (Drunk woman climbs into the front seat of a car and drives away and kills someone, she cannot say, “I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing.” The same drunk woman climbs into the back seat of the same car to have sex, later she can say, “I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing.” She is not responsible for her actions and the man is.
  32. The charge of Rape is based upon a woman’s word. Man is arrested only on her word.
  33. The crime of false rape is not punished as harshly as the crime of rape.
  34. Man's reputation can be easily ruined with no consequences to the woman (Mattress Girl, Columbia University)
  35. Male circumcision is not seen as genital mutilation.
  36. Prostate Cancer receives little to no public attention vs Breast Cancer in society.
  37. Under-funding of research for male-specific medical disorders (prostate cancer, etc.)
  38. Father’s rights are almost non-existent when compared to the mother’s in a divorce.
  39. Men have the entire legal system stacked against them in legal dispute or crime with a woman.
  40. Men receive longer sentences for the same crime. (Lori Laughlin 2 months, her husband Mossimo Giannulli 5 months)
  41. Affirmative Action, (Politically Correct Discrimination against White Males, based upon Sex and Race.) Most women lack the integrity or honesty to admit this, especially feminist women.
  42. Men’s Rights Activist meetings and forums at Universities are routinely disrupted by Feminists
  43. There are fewer men in college than women (2,200,000 more women than men in 2019)
  44. Most Men (18-24) are invisible to females, (The 80/20 rule)
  45. Violence Double Standard (Woman hits a man. You can’t take a punch?) (Man hits a woman, he goes to jail)
  46. Men are perceived as sexual predators, naturally violent or having criminal intent.
  47. Men are not valued, just for being.
  48. Men don’t get special treatment as “Men’s Night” vs women’s “Ladies Night” for drink specials, admission, etc.
  49. Men’s social injustices are dismissed out right or laughed off by SJW’s, MSM, women in general and especially feminist women. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WMuzhQXJoY&feature=emb_rel_end
  50. Men are seldom allowed to be a victim.
  51. Men work longer hours.
  52. Men and western civilization get little credit for making life, easier, cleaner, healthier and safer through technology, education and medicine.
  53. Welfare Programs for men are almost non-existent. (1 homeless shelter for men vs over 2,000 for women)
  54. Men don’t have the built-in support system that women have.
  55. Male success is dismissed to privilege rather than skill, ambition and choosing a profitable career. ( STEM vs Liberal Arts)
  56. Majority of men are bad, is feminist doctrine.
  57. Men are not multi-orgasmic, women are.
  58. Men cannot blame the patriarchy for their failures and bad choices.
  59. Men are at fault for everything.
  60. Men seldom receive praise for anything.
  61. Men are portrayed as bumbling lovable fools on TV Sitcoms controlled by a competent level headed woman, who is never wrong.
  62. Men are portrayed as either stupid or incompetent in TV commercials.
  63. In fast food commercials (burgers, pizza, tacos) young men are featured as buffoons and morons.
  64. In TV commercials with bad behavior or bad conditions (Allstate-Mayhem Man, Mucinex-Cold Character) are male characters and male voiced.
  65. Violence against men in TV shows and TV commercials is portrayed as funny and harmless.
  66. Men are shamed for playing video games, for being short, for not wanting to marry, while women are not shamed for having children outside of marriage, gaining excessive weight, and never developing the positive traits men want in a woman.(Kindness, Compassion, Femininity, Affection, Loyalty and lots of Sex. Keep his belly full, his balls empty and his ego fed)
  67. Father figures on TV are secondary figures to the wife.
  68. Single mothers (single parent) are deemed heroic, no such image for men (single parent men).
  69. Men have an entire TV network devoted to hating them, Lifetime, which panders to women’s dark emotions i.e. all men are wife-beating philanderers who are cheating with younger women, all the while molesting children, in their spare time.
  70. Men/Man Bashing is acceptable behavior by women and is considered harmless and funny.
  71. The man is expected to be the main money maker.
  72. Men marry women with debt, not the other way around.
  73. Women reject men on height and penis size, but no such rejections exist for women to the same extent.
  74. Men are valued for their success i.e. Success Objects.
  75. Men who are unemployed are considered losers, no such judgement for unemployed women.
  76. Men are more likely to be homeless than women.
  77. Men are used as a resource by women.
  78. Men are expected to succeed financially and in a career.
  79. Men are expected to date down. Women only date up. (Hypergamy)
  80. Men are expected to provide for women’s children from a previous marriage, but no such obligation by women to provide for men’s children from a previous marriage.
  81. Men’s actions are constantly scrutinized for what may be perceived as being malicious against women.
  82. Men are supposed to suppress their emotions.
  83. Men’s suicide is 5 times higher than women’s. (No concern from SJW’s, MSM, women in general and especially feminist women.)
  84. Men are the majority in the most dangerous jobs (Armed Forces, Police, Fire Protection, Construction, Mining, Logging, etc.)
  85. Boys, with issues in school, are treated as defective girls. (Boys are judged in school as to how good they are as girls.)
  86. Men are twice as likely as women to end up involuntarily childless.
  87. Society does not encourage men to be house husbands, unlike women to be housewives.
  88. Men seldom get paternity leave vs women.
  89. Male circumcision is not considered genital mutilation.
  90. Men raped (Heterosexual or Homosexual) is of no concern to SJW’s, MSM, women in general and especially feminist women.
  91. Men only rape is Feminist dogma
  92. Men cannot get "buyers regret" after a sex act occurs, where later it can become rape if the woman chooses.
  93. Men don’t get a seat on a bus or train in exchange for a smile. (Chivalry)
  94. Men can’t choose inequality when it is advantageous in one condition, then equality when it is advantageous in another (Traditional Gender Norm vs Modern Independent Woman)
  95. Men are usually jailed for any domestic violence situation when the police are called.
  96. Men are not as Hypocritical as women (Women want men to be taller than them, they want men to be older than them, they want men to make more money than them, they want men to be of a higher social order than them, all the while demanding to be treated as equals)
  97. Men being told how easy they have it by women who know nothing about them.
  98. Men (the majority) can’t succeed only on their looks.
  99. Men seldom get the opportunity to marry for money.
  100. Men’s sport teams supporting Breast Cancer Awareness, no such support by women’s teams concerning Prostate Cancer.
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2020.10.04 00:37 NotErikCartman TBxFF


Summary:

Starlight's powers can be super embarrassing sometimes. And super destructive.

Work Text:

"For more on this devastating news, we're joined by Starlight."
"Hello, nice to meet you." Starlight greeted the reporter and his camera crew with the widest smile possible, just like she'd been told to do in these situations.
"You too." The reporter said dismissively, before asking, "Can you tell us more about this terrible tragedy?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a tragedy, but..." Starlight said hesitantly, trying to downplay it.
"You wouldn't?" The reporter frowned, "We have several homes still without working electricity, and crashed cars all around us. What exactly would you call it?"
For a moment Starlight's smile slipped, before it came right back with a vengeance as she explained, "Yes, but thankfully myself and Queen Maeve were here to take everyone who needed medical attention to the hospital, and the blast was restricted to just a few blocks. No one was seriously hurt, thank God, so there's no real need to blow this out of proportion."
"What do you mean exactly the blast was restricted?" The reporter quickly asked with a frown, "Are you saying you know what caused this?"
"Well, I..." Starlight froze like a deer caught in headlights, desperately trying to come up with an excuse, but instead her mind went straight back to a few hours ago, causing her to blush furiously...
*
A few hours ago...
"I'm... I'm really not sure about this." Annie stammered nervously.
"Relax, everything is going to be fine." Maggie reassured, "Hey, do you trust me?"
"It's not fair to use Disney references against me." Annie grumbled, and then after a long pause softly added, "Yes."
"Well then..." Maggie grinned wickedly, "Bend over."
Annie took a deep and calming breath, and then psyched herself up, "Okay, I can do this... I can do this..."
Maggie Shaw, AKA, Queen Maeve couldn't help but smile, and hated herself for it. Annie January, AKA, Starlight was just too cute for her own good. She had thought for sure that would have been both physically and mentally beaten out of her by now, but while she wasn't the naïve girl she'd first met, becoming a lot tougher and bad ass, she managed to keep a surprising amount of cuteness. It was a serious problem, because Maggie was terrified that Homelander would find out the relationship between them had, evolved. But Maggie forgot all about that when the mighty Starlight bent over in front of her, showing off that deceptively juicy little booty of hers, and giving it to Queen Maeve. Specifically Annie crawled into the centre of the cheap hotel room bed, her cute butt pointed directly at Maggie, offering it to her as a gift.
One Maggie had talked her into giving her, but it still counted. Although she should probably hurry up before Annie lost her nerve. Luckily she was already equipped with her strap-on, and was rubbing lube into it as she positioned herself behind the younger woman, admiring Starlight in her costume for a few more long seconds before she had to move it out of the way. Of course, this was Starlight's OG costume, as removing the strip of cloth that Vought gave her to wear would pretty much leave her with nothing, and part of the thrill of this was that it was Queen Maeve doing such an unspeakable things to sweet little OG Starlight. Oh yes, this was sweet little OG Starlight looking dishevelled, and even violated already, simply by having her cute little skirt and cape pushed upwards, and then her panties pulled downwards, revealing that ass in all it's glory.
Again, she just had to admire that work of art for a few long seconds, and then again when she spread those cheeks to reveal her target. She then licked her lips, spat onto Annie's ass hole, and then started rubbing that saliva in with her tongue. Or to put it another way, Queen Maeve started to give sweet little OG Starlight a rim job. And even that was just a warm-up for the main event. Admittedly a very pleasant warm-up, one which had sweet little Annie January gasping, whimpering, crying out and even moaning in pure pleasure, and maybe in anticipation of what was to come, showing just how much the older woman had corrupted the younger one. God, Maggie loved it. And she loved this ass.
Ever since they had started this whole affair, shortly after Starlight had been angry enough with her lying boyfriend to drink with her, and then do so much more, Queen Maeve had been obsessed with this perfect little booty. And tonight it would finally be hers, in every single way. So it only seemed right to start off with a nice, long, drawn-out rim job. After all, this was the very first thing Maggie had done to Annie's ass, and it was the perfect preparation for more. And it was just incredibly tasty. Not quite as heavenly as Annie's pussy, or her cum, but still pretty amazing. Also, with any luck, it could help her girl relax, which was really necessary right now, as she was understandably very tense.
Annie couldn't believe she agreed to do this. Any of it really. Nothing in The Seven was like she imagined it. Hell, she had been in Capes For Christ, for God sakes, and now she was bent over in a cheap hotel room, about to get fucked in the ass like a common whore. And God help her, she actually wanted it. It felt like she would do anything to please her Queen. Even this. Because everything they had done so far was amazing, and she truly believed if anyone could make her like this, it was... Maggie. This woman, who she used to idolized, had taught her more about pleasing her body than she thought possible, and she wanted to give her this, her last cherry.
While she was determined to go through with this Annie was extremely nervous, and was sure that she was going to break Maggie's strap-on with her insides if she tried to stick it in now. Hopefully her insides didn't have the same enhanced strength and healing that the outside did, otherwise this was going to be very embarrassing. Or more accurately, even more so. But Starlight was doing her best not to think about that right now, and instead concentrated on the tongue massaging her ass hole. Well, she tried, but it was hard to get out of her own head and relax, even when the mighty Queen Maeve swirled her tongue around her back door, as well as up and down it. Which normally relaxed her, but this time it didn't do the trick, which was even more frustrating.
It was all very pleasurable though, which was a very good sign. Not as good as getting her pussy licked, fingered, or fucked with a toy, but enough that she wouldn't absolutely hate this. At least not all of it. Hell, She didn't even mind when the tongue was exchanged for a finger, which Maggie very slowly pushed inside her most private hole. Annie couldn't resist letting out a sharp cry at the initial penetration, although it didn't really hurt, she was just a little overwhelmed by the sensation, and the one which followed it. Namely, that finger slowly slid up to the knuckle into her butt hole, and then after a brief pause, beginning to slide in and out of her back door.
"Oooooooooh fuck, this is a tight little hole." Maggie moaned, mostly to herself.
"I'm glad I please you, my Queen." Annie replied, trying to make it sound sarcastic, but it was clear that she meant it.
"Oh, you do honey, mmmmmmm, you always do." Maggie grinned, "And I'm going to please you, too."
"I, I hope so." Annie grumbled, although again she meant it.
"I will, I promise." Maggie swore, before pressing a kiss to Annie's lower back, "Now just relax and give me that ass."
"Yes my Queen." Annie tried for sarcasm again, but was severely undermined by a moan escaping her lips, which caused the other woman to chuckle wickedly.
This really took Annie by surprise, while Maggie had fingered her ass before, and it was always to push the blonde over the edge of orgasm, or while she was cumming, and Annie had always thought that had a lot more to do with what was going on with her pussy. But for better or for worse, she found herself actually enjoying it. So much so it didn't take long for her to start moaning in almost pure pleasure. They went through the same thing after Queen Maeve pushed another finger into Starlight's ass hole. Which she was thankfully lost in for quite a while, Maggie twirling and curling her fingers around inside Annie's ass, making sure she was nice and stretched out for what was to come, and maybe ready as she was ever going to be.
Then finally Queen Maeve pulled her finger out of Starlight's butt and firmly ordered, "Spread your cheeks for me, sweetie. Mmmmmmmm yessssssssss, I want to see sweet little Starlight spreading her cheeks nice and wide, and offering up her virgin ass hole as a gift to her Queen."
"Yes my Queen." Annie replied and obeyed softly and without a hint of sarcasm, although she couldn't help but hesitate nervously while doing so.
Queen Maeve only found that more endearing, and it added to the fantasy, and honestly, the reality, that she was further corrupting the once innocent Starlight. After all, if someone with premonition powers told them that this was where they would end up just a few months after originally meeting each other Maeve would most likely laugh, or more likely 'shoot the messenger', maybe literally, while sweet little Starlight would have been just disgusted. But here they were, Annie January slowly reaching back, grabbing hold of her meaty cheeks, and then spreading them wide apart so that Maggie Shaw could take her anal virginity. Which was something that once again Maeve had to savour again, before she did the one thing she had wanted the most ever since she got a good look at this girl's booty.
Namely pressing the tip of her lubed up cock against that forbidden hole and slowly beginning to push forwards, causing innocent little Starlight to cry out loudly, as her most intimate hole began stretching for a toy for the very first time. Oh yes, she was stretching Annie's ass, and it wasn't long before she was stretching it wider than ever before. Wider, and wider, and wider, until the head of the cock slid through it and into Annie's cute little ass. Her cock! Oh yes, Queen Maeve's cock was the first to violate Starlight's butt hole, meaning that in that moment she had taken this sweet girl's anal cherry. It was hers! Just like Annie's ass would be when Maggie was finished with it.
This was something Maeve very much wanted to share with the class, but given that unsurprisingly Starlight had just cried out in pain from being anally violated for the first time, it seemed like a bad time. Besides, Annie was only hers for as long as she wanted to be, something Maggie made very clear on a regular basis, given what both women had gone through. Of course, it was hard to stay focused on that when they were indulging in such a twisted act, one which Maggie savoured for a few long seconds. Which more importantly gave sweet and innocent little Starlight a chance to relax, and get used to the sensation of having her ass hole stretched wide open for an invading force. Or at least, as used to it as she could do at this point.
Of course, inevitably Queen Maeve pushed forwards, causing her big dick to slide through Starlight's tight little back hole and deeper into her back passage. To make this moment perfect, sweet little Starlight continued spreading her cheeks to give her Queen the best possible look at that big cock disappearing into her widely stretched butt hole. Which probably wasn't a conscious decision, Annie probably just too lost in the sensations to do anything but stay perfectly still, but Maggie still appreciated it. And she showed that appreciation by moving as slowly as she possibly could, to make sure she did minimize the pain for poor sweet Annie. Although admittedly her enjoyment was a big factor, as Maeve gleefully savoured every moment of fucking Starlight in the ass.
Annie whimpered, gasped and cried out in pain throughout the butt stuffing. It wasn't quite as bad as she imagined it would be, especially considering the pain she'd experienced 'on the job', but it was certainly the most unique pain she had ever experienced. Thankfully she'd never been attacked in that area before, and this was something she'd actually consented too. Something that maybe even she wanted. Not before she started dating Queen Maeve, but after she realized just how fixated Maggie was on her butt, and how much she wanted to fuck it, the idea became increasingly appealing. And while the initial pain of the anal penetration had been just as bad as she thought it would be, the rest of losing her back door cherry was surprisingly bearable. Especially given the happy look on the face of her lover.
She looked even happier after those thighs came to rest against Annie's juicy ass cheeks, announcing every inch of that big strap-on dildo was buried deep within Starlight's butt. This initially surprised her, as she had begun to think this would never happen, but then when she did it, took every inch of that big dick up her butt, Annie was almost overwhelmed with a weird sense of pride. Especially as, in her current position, it was easy to look over her shoulder, meaning that she got to see the happy look on Queen Maeve's face throughout the butt stuffing, then turn into a wide grin and chuckle of delight when the older woman finished burying her cock into the younger one's bottom. Which then led to some words of encouragement.
"Good girl, ooooooooooh, that's a very, very good girl. Just a little more, just a little more, mmmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkkkk, ah fuck, oh baby, you did it!" Maggie tried to encourage softly towards the end, but then completely lost it when the butt fucking was finally completed and she was all the way inside the, maybe formally, innocent girl's rectum, "Oh fuck baby, you just took it all! Every single inch all the way up your perfect little butt! Oh God, I'm so proud of you! Mmmmmmmmm, Queen Maeve is so proud of Starlight for taking every single inch of this big dick all the way up her tight little ass. Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, I used to think there was a stick up here, mmmmmmmm, and maybe there was, but we replaced it with a nice big cock, didn't we baby? Yes we did, mmmmmmmm, and now? Now you're going to let me fuck this perfect little fat ass, like a good little anal whore."
Those words made Annie blush furiously, but she didn't reply, because what could she possibly say? It wasn't like Maeve said anything that wasn't true, and she probably wasn't even aware of what she was saying she was so lost in her lust, so it would just be more embarrassing for them both, if she called her out on it. Besides, by pausing to gloat, Maeve was actually giving her a chance to relax and get used to this weird sensation. Or at least, as used to it as she was likely to get. Which was surprisingly effective, as Annie's rectum slowly relaxed and accepted it was going to be used as a cock depository. Then her poor butt hole, which had barely had a chance to get used to being a cock pocket, had to get use to officially being used as a fuck hole.
Inevitably the other woman pulled her hips back, causing inch after inch of dildo to slowly slide out of Annie's ass hole. Then when it was about half way out, she slid right back in again, and then repeated the process over and over again. Oh God, a cock was sliding in and out, in and out, in and out of her back door, making it official. She, Annie January, was getting butt fucked. Butt fucked by Queen Maeve! Oh God, Starlight, who was supposed to be an inspiration to women everywhere, and of all ages, was bent over and spreading her cheeks and allowing the legendary Queen Maeve to use her most private hole as a fuck hole for her pleasure. Oh God, Annie couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Some combination of those words echoed in her mind over and over again for the next few minutes, which felt more like hours, as the other woman used her for her pleasure. Which should have been horrifying, especially given exactly what part of her the legendary Queen Maeve was using. But it was, somehow, not enough to be off-putting. And while she was lost in her thoughts the pain slowly faded away to simple discomfort, and then nothing at all. Nothing but pleasure. Oh God, before Annie could realize what was going on she found herself letting out a moan of pure pleasure. Something which made her blush furiously, and then an even deeper shade of red as this of course led to the older woman laughing in delight, and taunting her.
"I knew it!" Maggie chuckled with delight, after getting over the initial shock herself, "I fucking knew it, mmmmmmmm yesssssssssss, it's always the quiet ones. Oh fuck yes, the good little Christian girl loves it up the ass. What a fucking cliché. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhh, I've known girls like you, my entire life. So prim and proper, but once my girl cock is in their asses they're total anal whores. Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, it's always the same. Except maybe, you. And that's just because I don't think I've ever had a girl moaning for me so soon. Mmmmmmmm, makes me wonder how quickly I can make you cum for me. And you know what? I can't wait to find out! Oooooooooh, fuck yeah, moan for me little Starlight, moan for me!"
If it was possible to die from embarrassment Annie would have definitely done so in that moment. Which somehow only added to her enjoyment, as did the fact that Maggie pushed her hands off of her cheeks, and slapped them hard enough to make them jiggle. To make matters even worse, that gentle spanking actually had her crying out, whimpering and even moaning in pleasure, just like the sadistic bitch wanted. Oh God, why had Annie ever agreed to this in the first place? She must of been out of her mind. This was gross, and disgusting, and weird, and only total sluts liked it up the butt. Annie had never in a million years thought that she would be one of them, so why had she agreed to this? And why was she continuing to let it happen?
Of course she knew the answer to both these questions, and that it was simply that she had feelings for Queen Maeve. Deep, overwhelming feelings, which had somehow led her to being bent over like a little bitch, and getting fucked like one. And even now, those stupid feelings were keeping her in place, and allowing Maeve to do whatever she wanted to her, no matter how twisted and perverted it was. How humiliating. How horribly good it felt. Oh God, it might be simultaneously the best and the worst thing that ever happened to her, which was really saying something, especially when it came to the worst. And the worst part? She was going to cum. Nothing could stop that now.
Especially with Queen Maeve continuing to smack her ass, and encouraging her, "Yessssssssss, mmmmmmmmm, that's it, moan for me little bitch! Moan and cum! Oh yes, cum for me! Cum while my dick is in your fat ass! Oooooooooooh yesssssssssss, cum like a bitch! An anal bitch! Oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes, that's what you are, Starlight. Oh yes, sweet little Starlight is my anal bitch. I took your back door cherry, and now? Now your ass is mine! Literally! Yeahhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, your ass is mine! I own it! And now you're gonna cum like the bitch you are! Yes, yes, oh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss, cum for me! Cum, fucking cum! Cum now! Cum, oh fuck! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
She tried to stop this, but it was no use. She tried to stop herself from moaning, but she couldn't do that either. All poor Annie could do was stop herself from cumming as soon as she was ordered to do so. Even then she came incredibly quickly in the grand scheme of things, and what was worse she then came over and over again, each climax more powerful than the last. And in the process Annie felt her powers activate. At that point, she didn't even try to stop it. No, there was barely even any warning, as one moment her eyes were flickering, and then they glowed a blinding white, the entire room seemingly filling up with it. And yet, Queen Maeve continued brutalizing Starlight's poor little butt hole, truly turning innocent little Annie January into her fuck hole.
Queen Maeve was stronger than Starlight. She was stronger then pretty much everybody, with one terrifying exception, that she didn't like to think about at times like this. The point was, Maeve was strong, and normally had to be very careful with the people around her, especially her lovers. But not Starlight. No, this prim and proper Christian girl could take everything Maeve could give her, which was also part of the appeal. That was certainly the case now, as Maeve slowly worked up to giving her full speed and strength to what was truly becoming a rectum wrecking, and no doubt it was only Starlight's enhanced healing which would allow her to ever sit right again. Among other things.
It wasn't something Maeve even planned on doing, it just kind of happened. One minute she was carefully thrusting as slow and gentle as possible to give her girl a chance to adjust to having her ass obscenely violated, the next she was pounding so hard and deep her hips were literally a blur. Better yet so were Starlight's big juicy butt cheeks, which Maeve wouldn't have been able to even see if it wasn't for her enhanced senses. She would however hear the deafening sound of flesh on flesh, and Starlight's screams of pleasure, which had to be echoing throughout the whole city. Which was thankfully drowning out Maeve's ramblings, as she just couldn't help but get completely carried away with the dirty talk.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, CUM FOR ME YOU LITTLE BITCH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Maeve yelled at the top of her lungs, while grabbing Starlight's pretty blonde hair and yanking it back, and continuing to spank that cute little ass, "MMMMMMMMMMM YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH, CUM LIKE AN ANAL BITCH! CUM LIKE THE ANAL BITCH YOU ARE! OOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, MMMMMMMMMM FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK, YOU ARE MY LITTLE ANAL BITCH! I OWN YOUR ASS! IT'S MINE! YOU'RE MINE! ALL MINE! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS, FUCKING CUM FOR ME STARLIGHT, CUM FOR ME, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
She would probably have to apologize later for some of the things she said, but it would totally be worth it, given that those words combined with the other end of the dildo bashing against her clit, and the sheer joy of sodomizing sweet little Starlight gave Maeve maybe the most satisfying climax of her life. Which was really saying something, considering all the other naughty things she had done to this woman, and this woman had done for her. But it was true, her favourite thing ever was fucking this perfect ass. And thankfully it seemed that Starlight felt the same way, given just how hard she was screaming and cumming for her. Although the most impressive thing was yet to come.
Firstly Starlight started hammering backwards against her thrusts, almost making Maeve lose her balance. Because apparently Queen Maeve was stronger than Starlight under normal circumstances, but when there was a cock in her ass sweet little Annie January went supernova. Apparently literally, as all of a sudden the room was filled with bright yellow and then white light, which left the 'Queen' blind for several long minutes after the fact. Of course she didn't need her eyes to continue destroying that perfect ass, but it was the devastation she was hearing around them which caused the older superhero to groan with displeasure, and then pull herself away from the younger one. Which involved pulling her cock out of Starlight's ass with a wonderfully obscene sound, and then moving back to admire her handiwork.
Of course, she was still having trouble seeing at first, even as thankfully light was fading away, now she wasn't lighting up Starlight like a Christmas tree with orgasms. She could just about make out the shape of the other woman, collapsing face down as she tried to recover from her climaxes, accidentally perfectly presenting herself for a little photo shoot. Which Maggie took advantage of with an evil smile, quickly retrieving her phone, and then when her vision had returned enough, she took a picture of that widely stretched crater which had only a few minutes ago been a virgin rosebud. Admittedly, it felt more like hours, but still the devastation was impressive, and again, it didn't look like Starlight would ever recover if it wasn't for her enhanced healing.
With her vision now fully restored Maeve smiled wickedly at her magnificent handiwork. It was something she dearly wished she could spend much longer admiring, but sadly it seems their little tripped down Hershey highway had some unintended consequences. One which even a weary cynic like Queen Maeve had to do something about. Or maybe that was Starlight being a bad influence on her? Either way, Starlight certainly wouldn't let it go, quickly collecting her clothes and putting them back on as she quickly hopped over to the window and witnessed the devastation she had caused. Which actually caused the blonde to cover her face in gasp with horror, which would've been cute, if it wasn't for the reason behind it.
Actually, it was still cute, but Maeve's heart broke when sweet little Annie gasped, "Oh my God! Did, did I do that?"
"Yeah." Maggie admitted, for better or for worse, and then she tried to make the other woman feel better, "But I'm pretty sure no one was hurt."
"You're pretty sure?" Annie snapped, and then grumbled, "But you don't know, do you? Unless you have a secret power no one knows about, or something."
"No, but if I listened carefully, I can tell if a nearby heart stops beating. And none of them did." Maggie said firmly, even though by her own admission, she wasn't 100% sure. Then when she got a look in response she insisted, "It will be fine. We'll just get out there, and save the day. We're The Seven, it's what we do."
Annie initially just grunted in response, heading towards the door, only to stop and question, "Wait, you're not... you're not going out there like that, are you?"
"Well, it could be a fun new look." Maggie teased with a wicked grin.
"I'm sure Vought would love that." Annie grumbled, "And it wouldn't have questioning implications on the whole, empowering women thing, you're supposed to be all about."
"Perhaps you're right." Maggie admitted, before grinning wickedly, "But before I put it away, it has to be cleaned properly."
"So get a cloth or something." Annie said dismissively.
"I was more thinking something along the lines of your hot little mouth." Maggie said, deadly seriously.
Which of course caused Annie to blush furiously, and adorably, and then stammered, "Wha, what?"
"You heard." Maggie said firmly, taking a few menacing steps forward.
For some insane reason Annie actually considered this for a few long seconds, before dismissing it, "No."
"No?" Maggie questioned.
"No." Annie said more firmly, "I've tried enough new, and weird, stuff for you today."
"Are you sure?" Maggie pushed, taking a big risk in the process, "Because you just lit up soooooooooo bright because you were cumming so hard with a cock in your ass. Mmmmmmmm, in fact, you came so hard from being fucked in the ass, I really don't think I should waste time fucking you any other way from now on. Oh yes, you should just be my little anal bitch, cumming nice and hard every time I stick my dick up your perfect little butt. And afterwards you should show me the proper respect, by being my ass to mouth whore. I mean, I think I'm reading the room, but maybe I'm wrong, huh? Am I? Just tell me, and I swear I'll never fuck your ass again."
There was a long pause, then Annie whimpered, "Please don't."
"Don't what?" Maggie pushed.
"Don't, not fuck me like that." Annie blushed, "Just please, don't make me, you know?"
There was another pause, then Maggie shrugged, "Okay, I'll let you off just this once. But this does need cleaning..."
With that Maggie took off the strap-on, and pushed it into her own mouth. Which certainly wasn't Maggie's preference, but it was worth it to see the look on Annie's face. Especially when she moaned in pleasure. Admittedly, that was a little forced, because again, this wasn't really her thing, but the truth was Annie January did have one tasty little booty, and it was a pleasure to slowly clean that cock right in front of Annie's face. More importantly, it planted the idea that this really wasn't so bad, and maybe this was yet another thing this sweet little church girl wouldn't have thought she would've liked, but actually would, as long as it was for her Queen.
"Twisted bitch." Annie grumbled.
"Actually." Maggie grinned wickedly, as she took the cock out of her mouth, "I think we just proved once and for all that you're the bitch in this relationship."
In response Annie just rolled her eyes, and then just jumped out the window as she began to help the innocent lives which she accidentally put in danger. Queen Maeve was quick to follow Starlight, and as they told the reporters who would later arrive, no one was seriously hurt. There was probably a couple millions worth of property damage, and Maeve wasn't sure that Starlight would ever stop blushing, which could be a serious problem when the cameras were rolling. But it was worth it, even if she only got to fuck Starlight in the ass that one time. Which certainly wouldn't be the case if Maeve had anything to say about it. Oh yes, lighting up Starlight with butt sex would now be a more regular thing than any actual type of heroics, something that she dearly wanted to tell the whole world about.
Instead, she reassured the public, "Don't worry, with me and Starlight here, everything will work out, in the end."
Annie yelped and blushed, first when Maggie seem to appear out of nowhere, and then when she playfully slapped her sore ass, leaving her to rush off after stammering, "R, right... in, in the end."
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2020.10.01 15:10 wekapipol Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time - Review Thread

Game Information

Game Title: Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time
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Developer: Toys for Bob
Publisher: ACTIVISION
Review Aggregator:
OpenCritic - 87 average - 96% recommended - 29 reviews

Critic Reviews

Areajugones - Spanish - 9 / 10
Crash Bandicoot returns with an adventure that oozes nostalgia, originality, fun and a multitude of bonus content to delight fans and newcomers to the saga. Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is the game the world has been waiting for many years, and it also manages to go beyond all expectations.
Attack of the Fanboy - Dean James - 4.5 / 5 stars
Crash Bandicoot may have had a rough patch for a number of years before his triumphant return in the N. Sane Trilogy, but Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time proves that he is still one of the titans of the platformer genre with his most content rich and well designed adventure to date.
COGconnected - Rhett Waselenchuk - 90 / 100
Crash is back, baby! Fans can rejoice as Toys for Bob and Activision have come together to create platforming perfection.
Destructoid - Chris Carter - 9 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is a strong return for the series, and a showcase of what might have been if we got a true follow-up to Crash 3. I sincerely hope that Activision entrusts Toys for Bob (and Vicarious Visions) with the keys to the Crash kingdom from here on out. I wanna see more of the little guy.
Everyeye.it - Giuseppe Arace - Italian - 8.8 / 10
Long-lived, colorful, fun and complex, It's About Time conveys the return to precision platforming, where every jump is calibrated with due accuracy counts, and in which the player's skill is mainly enhanced.
Game Informer - Ben Reeves - 8.5 / 10
Mastering Crash's aerial acrobatics is highly rewarding, but the journey to get there is occasionally frustrating
GameByte - Oliver Hope - 9 / 10 stars
The gameplay is challenging yet achievable. It gives you the right amount of difficulty without forcing you to throw the controller at the TV screen. It runs smoothly and really is just a whole lot of fun to play.
GameMAG - Azamat Tegaev - Russian - 9 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is one of the best platformer games we've played in recent years. Toys for Bob managed to perfectly encapsulate the soul of original trilogy, and then create more with it, by not only repeating old gameplay tricks with new and shiny graphics, but also by offering something completely new, which would definitely make all the fans bursting with joy.
GameSpot - Mike Epstein - 8 / 10
Crash 4 is a pitch-perfect revival of the classic platformer franchise.
GamesBeat - Mike Minotti - 5 / 5 stars
But now, I feel safe saying that Crash Bandicoot 4 is the new best game in the series. It captures that fun-yet-simple platforming from the original, but its creative levels, mask abilities, and clever bosses help it surpass the PlayStation trilogy
GamesRadar+ - Alex Avard - 4.5 / 5 stars
A sequel with smarts and style, Crash Bandicoot 4 proves there's still life in the old Bandicoot yet. It's about time indeed.
GamingTrend - David Flynn - 95 / 100
Crash 4 will delight fans new and old with its stylized visuals, delightful sense of humor, and hard as nails platforming. While the new characters have a few control issues, the game is an absolute blast from start to finish.
Generación Xbox - Gabriel Fuentes - Spanish - 9.8 / 10
Crash Bandicoot arrives spinning and jumping in a new release that solidifies even more the great work that Toys for Bob has been doing with its resmasterizations. Crash Bandicoot 4: It's about time could easily be on the podium of the best Crash.
God is a Geek - Mick Fraser - 8.5 / 10
Full of colour, humour, and challenge, Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is a storming return and a great follow up to the original trilogy.
Hardcore Gamer - Kevin Dunsmore - 4 / 5
Crash Bandicoot fans have waited well over a decade for a proper follow-up that honored the legacy of Naughty Dog's classic trilogy.
Hobby Consolas - Spanish - 88 / 100
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time manages to merge the good old fun of the original first three games with a lot of new and very clever additions to the formula, making it the true sequel we have been waiting for all this years. As the title says: it's about time.
IGN - Jonathon Dornbush - 8 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4 is a great return to form, with some new ideas that add a fresh spin to Crash's classic gameplay.
IGN Italy - Marco Esposto - Italian - 8.7 / 10
A love message for Crash Bandicoot's old fans. The new look is great, but sometimes the difficulty need to be balanced.
IGN Spain - David Soriano - Spanish - 9 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About is an incredible return from a beloved franchise that hadn't had a new game for a decade. It takes everything that made the original trilogy great and expands it in a way we only think it could surpass... Naughty Dog itself.
Kotaku - Mike Fahey - Unscored
Don’t let the lush, colorful graphics and whimsical, xylophone-heavy soundtrack fool you. Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s About Time’s fun and frivolous facade hides a game that feels like it’s actively trying to murder mischievous marsupials. It’s about snatching victory from the jaws, bombs, fast-moving vehicles, spinning blades, laser grids, and fire spouts of death. I failed much more often than I succeeded during my run thanks to Ray West and his lackeys, but I had a great time doing it.
Polygon - Austen Goslin - Unscored
Toys for Bob’s modern Crash game looks great but feels bad
Press Start - Kieron Verbrugge - 8.5 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is both a successful celebration of the original trilogy as well as a worthy follow-up. Toys For Bob has taken the essence of what fans loved about the classics, distilled and bottled it and then shaken it up. Some old issues rear their heads, and there are definitely some dud levels and boss fights, but it's a package so chock-full of content that the good far outweighs the small amount of bad. Anyone hankering for some old-school Crash Bandicoot action will find exactly that and more, and all wrapped up in one of the most gorgeous platformers I've ever seen.
Saudi Gamer - Arabic - 8 / 10
An outstanding return for the beloved series! With new mechanics, new playable characters and gameplay changes, Toys for Bob made Crash even more fun while staying true to the series fans.
Spaziogames - Domenico Musicò - Italian - 8 / 10
Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time is a new beginnning for the series. Toys for Bob introduces new abilities and a lot of contents for hardcore gamers, but the real evolution is yet to come.
Stevivor - Steve Wright - 9 / 10
Simply put, It’s About Time manages to capture the feeling of old school, challenging Crash games of old while adding a modern spin to increase enjoyability for those of us who don’t enjoy bashing our heads against a brick wall when difficulty skyrockets. It’s full of quirkiness, humour, and is a worthy sequel in comparison to Naughty Dog’s previous outings. Kudos to Toys for Bob.
The Games Machine - Daniele Cucchiarelli - Italian - 9.1 / 10
Crash is back again with one of its best adventures that feels and plays like a modern instant classic. Welcome back good old Bandicoot!
TrueGaming - حسين الموسى - Arabic - 8.5 / 10
This is Crash Bandicoot, the one you remember from your childhood memories with its strengths and weaknesses. This game is a return to form for this beloved franchise but we wished that base consoles version was 60 fps instead of 30 fps.
VG247 - Dom Peppiatt - 3 / 5 stars
It’s a shame, then, that some of the level design choices don’t really pair up with the engine Toys for Bob has built this love-letter to 90s platforming games in. Loose and floaty physics, an abundance of different mechanics that often feel part-baked, and some design choices that feel sadistic – rather than simply difficult – leave this approach to Crash Bandicoot feeling less like a true sequel, and more like a licensed spin-off.
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2020.09.28 19:52 ThrowRA4466 BM drags bf around..idk how to make him realize it. She is horrible.

I need advice and to vent..
My (28F) bf (28M) is constantly getting dragged by bm. She takes advantage of him. They were together for 9 yrs but never married, only lived together. have 2 boys, she cheated with her current bf and got pregnant. We've been together for 1 1/2 years. Don't live together. She has a bf and baby with him and lives with him.
BM has a history of not being there for the boys, and a lot of my bfs family members can attest to that. My bf has always had the boys, even when we first started talking he told me he would have his kids full time. I've witnessed bm not being home on drop off days, the boys literally would knock on the door and get told by her family that she is not home..the boys would call her and her phone would be off or she ignored the calls.. ignoring my bf all day when he would text or call so he could drop off the boys to her or wherever she was at. At times she let him know she would not be going home at all so he could keep the boys over night.
If she did have the boys with her, she would call or text my bf early in the morning making up excuses as to why she couldn't keep the kids on her days. She was going shopping, she was going hiking, she was going to the gym, she had plans, one time she was begging my bf to go pick them up cuz she wanted to go to a damn concert.
Keep in mind she already had an infant, and not together with the bd and didn't even want to have her 2 other kids around. She is horrible.
It would make me furious cuz she would tell my bf that 'the boys are ready and waiting for you so come get them' on her days! She was demanding shit! She didn't even ask can you pick up the boys, no she would get the boys hopes up so then they would call my bf and say that they're waiting for him to pick them up. So of course he would drop everything to go get the boys since their own damn mom rather be too busy going out and doing other shit than to spend time with her kids. She most likely wanted a kid free weekend since she wasn't with the other bd either. During this time the schedule they had was my bf had them Mondays-Thursdays and she was suppose to have them Fridays-Sundays. And she never stuck to this schedule. She didnt even want to be with her kids for 3 damn days out of the week!
Although in the past she never stuck to a schedule and was never there for the boys. Having fun and going out was more important to her, even tho she had the baby she was not together with the other bd but now they're together and living together since earlier this year. Now she wants to act as a better parent than my bf, she bashes him and talks shit to him so much and acts like she does more for the boys cuz she actually sticks to the damn schedule now and has her own place with her bf, she acts as an actual family and like my bf isn't even needed at times. Only when its convenient for her.
When the oldest got sick a few weeks ago she asked my bf at 10pm to drop off medicine the next morning for him and by bf said no, why should I help you when you always talk down to me but she said I'm not talking about you and me here this is for our son. So he told her no. Come to find out she needed medicine for him and the baby! I was like why can't her bf get it & also provide for your son since he is living there and she wants the medicine for her house!
Bm and bf have 2/2/5/5 schedule now not through court tho, just something they agreed with. He makes this schedule according to his availability with work since he has always been the only one providing the transportation for the boys and bm doesn't seem to have an issue with any of the days or times, so far an actually sticks to it.
He sends her the monthly schedule every month with the same times and dates. It's even color coded to show what parent has the kids on what days and times.
He provides all of the transportation for the boys (8,7M) as BM and her bf do not have a car. On the 2 days, He picks them up Mondays at 8am. And drops them off Wednesdays at 3pm. Then for the 5 days he picks them up on Fridays at 3pm and drops them off Wednesdays at 3pm.
For school time he has the boys Mondays, Tuesdays & Wednesdays. Bm has them Thursdays and Fridays. The boys have zoom class meetings from 10:35am-12:35 pm.
Wednesdays we help with school and she helps with hw for that day since the day is split and we drop them off to her at 3pm. And when we pick them up on Fridays at 3pm we help with hw since she did school with them that day.
My bf has a varied schedule so he goes in at 6am on Wednesdays. Last Wednesday I was helping with school while bf was at work. and bm emailed my bf saying why didn't he drop them off at 8am like the schedule says. He told her the schedule says 3pm drop off on Wednesdays. She said it's much easier if he would've just dropped them off at 8am. (She doesn't know he goes in at 6am) so all he told her was 'no it's too early for them. '
Fast forward to this Monday morning. My bf emails her at 7:45am to have the boys ready that he will be there at 8am. (She always has them ready on Mondays by 8am, so this was just a reminder) He arrives to her apartment complex and is waiting outside the gate, he is not allowed in since it is a gated complex and doesn't even know the apartment number.
At 8:10am she tells him 'the boys are still asleep and it's too early for them. You can pick them up when they're done with school'
(I feel she was trying to get back at him for last Wednesday)
He called her and he was blocked.
He was waiting for over 20 minutes. And nothing. He emailed her saying he will get a court order since she doesn't want to follow the schedule so she says 'is that a threat? You don't follow the schedule either'..guys, he's always followed the schedule and picked up her slack! But she seems to always forget that he was always there when she demanded him to pick up the boys when she never followed the schedule on her days. She acts as if she is better than my bf but she is a shitty parent and is petty, manipulative and childish!
So he left. Then at around 8:30am she let's him know she is getting the boys ready and said 'they're getting ready..wait a little longer'. But he was home by this time. Then she has his son call him saying they'll be downstairs soon.
So then he goes and picks them up.
I suggested to let her find a way to drop them off since he already did his part and was waiting for them for more than 20 mins at the time the schedule says which was 8am. I feel it's dumb of him to go and still pick up the boys. I feel she is still controlling him in a way and he feels guilty by not being there for the boys. I get it but I see it as she is the one dragging him around all of the time.
Is it me, or is she dragging him around and taking advantage?? It seems she wants him to do whatever she says and drop everything "for the boys" that is her excuse but I see it as she is just dragging him around and taking advantage, she is evil and when he calls her out she makes it about "the boys"
Also she has the monthly schedule with the days and times, but yet she ALWAYS reaches out Monday mornings and asks him what time he is picking up the boys, without fail. Even if he let's her know the night before it's at 8am..It is like everytime! (Except for today of course, which makes me think even more that she wanted to get back at him for last Wednesday). She has the schedule so idk why she keeps asking for pick up and drop off times! He even told her before why do you keep asking when it says it on the schedule, the times & days do not change' and she said 'I wasn't asking, the kids were' like ok..she has the schedule and times, she can let the boys know what time the schedule says they're getting picked up, idk why she has to reach out and ask when it is on the schedule and she can just tell the boys the time that is on the schedule. At his house he has the schedule on a white board for the kids to see and read and know what time they're getting dropped off if they ask.. He even told her 'I always follow the schedule and times. If there is a reason for me being late or wanting to pick them up earlier then I will give you a heads up, so you should know to expect that I will always pick them up as the schedule says unless I tell you otherwise'. But she still asks!
Also, she always tries to find out where he works and info about him/us. In the past Somehow she used to find out what days he had off or what days his job wasn't open so she could pawn off the boys to him!. 'Oh I heard you don't work today so come get the boys' 'I heard your job doesn't open today, come pick up the boys' 'I know you don't work today so come get the boys' like wtf! She is always using him at her convenience. I'm just so tired of it. He needs to take her to court or something!
I mean this incident today made me beyond furious. Why would she use the boys against him! He has been following the schedule, he always has! She however in the past has not! & has even recently threaten him to not follow the schedule they have now! Not fair that she had to have her kid free weekends but my bf did not. I get he is the responsible parent but it makes me mad that the boys still see her as a great mom! Cuz she bribes them!! & tells them to keep secrets from us! The boys have even told us that! What kind of mom does that to their kids??
I just need advice on how my bf should deal with BM! I need to know that I'm not crazy for thinking how dare she use her kids against my bf! & to get back at him! I'm just so mad!
I really don't know what to do anymore...
I need advice. I'm kind of angry he went to pick up the boys. I see it as she is just toying around with him and it is always her say. I see it as she still wants him to do everything for her on her demand! I think it's awful she is using the boys against him! He is not doing anything wrong but she is!
EDIT: he sent me the emails, and I was right.
7:45am Him: Have the boys ready, I'll be there at 8am
8:11am Her: Kids asleep still and it's too early for them! You can pick them up after their done with school'
8:12am Him: Can you wake them up and have them come down thanks.
8:13am Her: Like I said, their still asleep. You can pick them up after class.
8:13am Him: The schedule says 8am pick up time on Mondays. Can you send them down, plz and thanks'
8:15am Her: 'Oh I'm sorry, last Wednesday you told me it was too early for them too. So it's too early for them! You can pick them up after class.'
8:16am Him: 'If you can't follow the schedule without a court order then I'll just get one, we can go that way..'
8:16 Him: 'Yeah cuz I go in at 6am not like you need to know and it's too early to drop them off..'
8:17am Her: 'That's a threat? Because you don't follow the schedule either.'
8:17am Him: 'Send my kids down.'
8:17am Her: 'There asleep'
8:25am Her: 'Ok there asleep!'
8:28am Her: 'They getting READY. Wait a little longer.'
EDIT: Also in April of this year before COVID, when she told my bf she was moving in to her own place, she let him know she was switching the boys schools, she didn't ask for his opinion, she simply said she was switching them schools (to what's convenient for her) & she had already told the boys about the school switch and showed them the new school also.
But then COVID hit so the switch didn't happen. The school she wants to switch them to is right behind her apartment complex across the street. Convenient for her because she doesn't have a car so she can walk to drop them off and pick them up. But my bf does not want them to switch schools specially since she didn't ask for his opinion. They can't do much right now due to COVID. But last year my bf wanted to switch them to a different school close to his place since he had the boys all of the time anyway but when he told her she went crazy. She said he can't make those decisions on his own. And said the boys aren't switching schools cuz she doesn't have a car to pick them up or drop them off on her days so he didn't switch them. But now she wants to switch them without my bfs opinion or anything. She acts as if my bf isn't even the dad and he has no say in anything! She talks shit to him but then asks for his help! I hate her!
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2020.09.27 18:29 ThrowRAbfsexwantsbb UPDATE: Boyfriends ex wants sperm for another pregnancy

I really didn’t expect to get as many comments as I did and I’m sure they would have continued had the post not been locked due to my username. I really appreciate all the advice from everyone!
EDIT: Just realized my old post was removed completely so if you missed the original post, i’ve pasted it at the bottom below the update! ALSO, changed my username to follow guidelines so my post isn’t removed again as someone pointed out that could happen.
Whew! A lot has happened since yesterday! First, when my boyfriend came home from work (after letting him relax a bit) I decided to show him the post and the comments. Reading everyone’s advice gave him confidence that wasn’t there before, and he texted her a lengthy message, without any hostility present, firmly telling her no, he would not be giving her his sperm now or ever. He told her that her behavior was really concerning and urged her to speak to her aunt and cousin whom she lives with about getting some professional help.
This is where things get a little a crazy.. after sending her the text he didn’t hear anything back for a solid 2 hours, so we decided to take a nap together before going to have dinner with his mother. When we woke up, she had sent a barrage of messages to his phone ranging from pleading with him to reconsider, to becoming abusive and really hostile. She blamed me for the death of their baby, saying I put so much stress on her that I caused her to go into premature labor. Just so everyone is aware, I do not engage with her or speak to her ever. This isn’t because I didn’t like her or want to have a good relationship with the woman who was carrying his child.. it’s because she’s done nothing but bash me, post awful things about me on facebook and has in the past followed me to work more than once. She never gave me an opportunity to even introduce myself, let alone get to know me.
He blocked her. He sent her one last message explaining his concerns again and urging her to speak with her family, and then he blocked her. Unfortunately, this did not stop the messages. She used an app to make a new number and message him there. This is when we realized it was time to change his phone number. But first, he contacted her aunt and told her what was going on. He expressed his concerns about her mental health and her aunt agreed that she needed professional help and she would make sure she gets it. We then called our service provider and changed his phone number which put a stop to the messages. Unfortunately, she then directed all of her anger at me and began harassing me on social media. She sent me several threats which were saved and shown to the police while making a report. The police gave her a visit and the threats/messages finally stopped. Hopefully this is the end of that situation. My boyfriend woke up in a better mood today and was able to play his favorite mobile game again without fear of being bombarded by texts from his ex. Seeing him more relaxed and happier is so wonderful!
I want to thank everyone again for their advice! Hopefully this is the only update I’ll have to make.
ORIGINAL POST:
I really didn’t know how else to title this. I know it seems crazy but it’s unfortunately true and I’m not sure how to navigate this situation.
I started dating a guy i’ve known through mutual friends for a few years back in late April/early May. We’d never really talked just the two of us and he randomly messaged me one night expressing interest. I wasn’t looking for anything at the time but he surprised me with how amazing he is and we fell for each other really quickly. He informed me from the beginning that he had an ex whom was pregnant with his child. He said they started as friends but dated for around 4 months and he realized it wasn’t going to work, so he ended things. A couple weeks later she found out she was pregnant. It wasn’t an ideal situation to be dating a guy with a pregnant ex, but he truly is a special person and I decided this wasn’t something that was going to bother me.
A couple months into the relationship and I realize his ex is NOT the least bit over him and despite him having moved on with me, she assumed they’d still be together. I witnessed many conversations between the two of them where he made it clear this was not a possibility and that their relationship was strictly one of co-parenting. She kept saying and texting inappropriate things to him such as, “I want dick” and “I love you” etc. It got to the point where he told her to stop contacting him unless it was baby related.
A few weeks later she texted him telling him she was at the hospital leaking fluid and might be giving birth early. Unfortunately, shortly after he arrived, she gave birth to their baby who was stillborn. My boyfriend was obviously heartbroken as was his ex. They had a beautiful memorial service for the baby and since then I’ve been trying to help my boyfriend cope with the loss. He was doing very well up until about a week ago when he came home from work acting out of sorts. I asked what was going on and he shows me texts from his ex where she’s begging him to give her his sperm some time in the near future so she can ‘have his baby like she was meant to’. He was too shocked to even reply, but since then she’s been bombarding him with texts requesting that he at least consider it and that she can’t live without having his baby. While I feel very sad for her loss, I find this totally inappropriate and honestly really crazy. I told him to be honest with her and tell her he’s not comfortable doing such a thing, but he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings being that the loss of the baby is still so fresh. I must admit I’m getting a little frustrated seeing her beg him for his sperm every day and I’m almost ready to step in on his behalf and explain to her that she’s making him uncomfortable, it’s not something he wants to do, and he’s still grieving too.
This whole situation is just crazy. I’m not sure if i’ll find anyone on here who has been through anything even remotely similar, but any advice would be really helpful.
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2020.09.25 05:23 NefariousnessSea7811 My pregnant 22 year old female friend is in a bad situation with a violent 31 year old man. What can I do?

Backstory for my friend: she is 22 and very mentally unstable. "Crazy" as you would call it. Still a good noodle, but very, VERY vulnerable to manipulation tactics and very depressed, erratic, etc. . I think she has BPD.
Backstort on asshole: Asshole has been in prison for a collective 3 years. Once for threatening a girl over the internet (which he just did to a 19 year old girl), once for drugs after violating probation, and the second for 2 years for aggravated battery with bodily harm. Earlier this year, a 19 year old started dating him when he was 30 and shortly after she turned 20, she came out with the story about how he would come home drunk and angry, and one night he choked her against the couch about 5 times.
We all wondered what the 2 year prison sentence was for, until the victim spoke up. It was an ex-girlfriend he molested when he was 17 and she was 12, and, 6 years later, bashed her head into the steering wheel/window of a car until she was bruised, concussed and unconscious. Besides violence against women and child molestation (his first baby mama was 16 when he was 22 [oh yeah, he has 2 kids, one in state custody]), he's a massive sexual pervert, takes videos/pictures of young girls he dates/sleeps with and sends them to other people, is a manipulative narcissist with an anger problem, a Facebook addict who only communicates with college aged kids, and a serial cheater. He tried to cheat on her when she was in jail for...
Calling the police on him! To which he (as I said, as a Facebook addict cannot shut his fucking mouth) explained to a bunch of young 20 somethings that she gave him a black eye and broke his windows. AKA I engaged in a physical fight with a young girl.
This guy is a total piece of shit and everyone in our town fucking hates him but because he is a narcissist he pretends to be a good person and manipulates his way to get what he wants. I'm very concerned about my friend's safety, no doubt he has hit her before and with both of their combined mental instability, it's only a matter of time before he goes back to prison.
I don't know what to do.
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2020.09.25 03:06 TheMagicKen Reckless: Scrapped Ideas

For the people who have read Reckless (my first fanfic), you might wanna hear scrapped ideas for the story. So, I might as well make a post about what was scrapped. Here you go.
Season One
Danial was supposed to be an edgy kid.
Danial was also supposed to hate Lee with all of his guts.
Danial's mom was supposed to live until Season Two.
Lee was supposed to turn a bit evil at the end and he was gonna slit Carl's (The Stranger) throat in front of Clementine and Danial.
Carley was also gonna die because of Lee at the end.
Lilly was gonna return and kidnap Danial if you kept her alive but it was scrapped and that option wasn't picked.
Kenny was supposed to wear sunglasses and act like a total bro. (Don't question it)
Season Two
Troy was supposed to attempt to rape Clem but he'd get his dick shot off by her.
Alvin was gonna be erased completely.
Ace was supposed to die in this season.
Sam was supposed to be Clem's dog.
Danial was supposed to be super emo this season and be mean to everyone.
The Luke and Kenny fight was actually gonna be put in there and Jane was gonna die in the ice.
Nick was gonna die back in Episode one.
Pete was gonna live until Howes.
Sarita was gonna end up living.
Season Three (this is where tons of shit was scrapped)
Skylar was never supposed to be in the story.
Eleanor was gonna end up dating Javi.
Skylar was supposed to still be dating Matt while dating Danial but was only supposed to reveal that in episode four.
Skylar was also supposed to be sixteen and pregnant with Matt's baby which she was also supposed to reveal in episode four.
Matt was gonna return in episode five.
Danial was, again, gonna hate everybody.
Tripp was gonna die in episode three.
Gabe was gonna die in episode one and Mari was gonna end up living.
Danial was also gonna kill Gabe.
Clem and Skylar would really dislike each other.
Season Four
Skylar was gonna die pregnant at McCarrol Ranch.
Danial was gonna end up killing Marlon himself.
Marlon was also gonna be a prisoner.
Brody was gonna get her head bashed in.
Ryan was gonna die right away.
If y'all kept Lilly alive, Mason would try and get his son back and he'd be nicer to him.
Tobias and Minnie weren't gonna die. They were supposed to come back as lovers.
Danial was supposed to die at the end.
Season Five
There wasn't anything really scrapped from Season Five but it was supposed to be way different.
Season Five was supposed to be a Survivor type thing where everyone would be forced to do challenges and they'd die one by one until the final person would win and live.
Season Five was also gonna be about time travel and scientists so they could save a baby.

Alright, that's it for the scrapped shit. I hope you enjoyed this. Have a good day.
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2020.09.24 18:27 EverybodyGetsCheese Having a hard time with relationships - family and friends have told me I'm just too nice.

TL;DR: I am trying so hard to date the right way but it has only ended in failure. Family/friends tell me I'm too nice/naive/available. It's them, not me.
Background: I started dating my ex-wife when she was a month pregnant with my stepdaughter whom I have functionally adopted even after the divorce. She broke up with me once back then to go to her child's father, realized he was abusive and came back to me. Then she cheated on me with our roommate at the time. We broke up for a year but ended up back together. I was in the military at that point so we got married so she could come with me wherever I was stationed. We are divorcing after 10 years married. We tried to have our own child during the marriage and failed. 7 months after she moved out, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl...of her new boyfriend/ex-fiance's. The last year we were living together but functionally broken up. We had agreed not to date or sleep with anyone until we were living separately. She obviously did not hold up her end of the agreement.
So, I tried to start dating immediately after she moved out and realized just how difficult it is to date as a man. I was incredibly anxious and clingy with the first few women I matched with or talked to. I worked on it for a while with my therapist and got a lot better at it. There's been 6-7 "interests" of mine over the last year and a half. By interests, I mean women I've matched with/became friends with/was introduced to that we spent more than week getting to know one another, had at least one date and had discussed our feelings with one another. All of them ghosted me, lied to me, lead me on or otherwise broke things off with me before a relationship could form. This is not including the probably 250+ matches from different dating apps/sites where we have a conversation less than a handful of times and I never hear from them again. I'd like to point out that typically after being emotionally hurt by one of the handful I was genuinely interested in, I'd spend a month or two on my own to clear my head before trying again.
I've been told the same things so many times and I'm sick of hearing them. I'm not codependent, I'm not desperate, I DO love myself (I just don't understand why it seems no one else does), I am fine being alone but I'd RATHER spend my free time with someone else, just because I struggle with anxiety/depression doesn't mean I don't deserve to be loved or have a normal relationship, I am NOT trying to rush into anything! I've been told I'm trying to rush things but I actually want to start a relationship the correct way: get to know each other, go on a date, hopefully things go well and you go on more dates and maybe a month, two months, three months later you have a discussion about becoming monogamous with each other.
"Stop looking and you'll find them . . ." - WHERE? I ask. All of my friends are separate from each other and I'm the mutual friend that connects them. There are no single women at my work, the ones I met at my 2nd job were all too young (<22), the women at my church aren't interested or are older (45+), the charity I volunteer at is mostly male, I'm getting my bachelor's entirely online, I don't drink so I never go to bars except for concerts... My point is - there are very few new people that enter my life regularly. I don't just "meet" people anywhere, ya know?
Me: 32(M), US, salary is roughly 75k, drive a decent car (<2 years old), play a few instruments, keep a clean living place, renting an apartment but I'll be buying a house very soon, I have a pretty diverse group of friends, I have a few hobbies, I have good hygiene and I'm typically a happy person and pleasant to be around. I've got a lot going for me right now in my life and I feel like I would be a good, equal partner in a relationship. Physically though...I'm 5'4, ~175lb. A little overweight but I carry it well. I'm a little self-conscious about my teeth as I didn't take great care of them when I was younger and they're a little yellowed with some calcium deposits. I don't drink or smoke cigarettes or do hard drugs. I'm a medical cannabis user. I'm in therapy every two weeks at least even if I'm feeling fine and my therapist is great about helping me make decisions in my life regardless. I guess my point is with this paragraph: I don't see anything "wrong" with me that would cause me to fail so hard with general dating.
How I act/communicate: Like I said, I was really bad at first about multi-texting and questioning why they weren't responding - I've overcome this and now I send one-two(I have the bad habit of splitting my messages up sometimes even though it should be one text) and wait for a response. If they respond with a question I answer it and generally shoot the same question back or come up with one of my own to get to know them. I usually ask within the first 24-48 hours what they're looking for on that app/site/wherever I found them. If our goals align then I continue the conversation, if they don't, then I respectfully tell them that I didn't want to waste either of our time and wish them luck. (I want kids in the future, quite a few just didn't. No big deal to me, we just want different things.) If they haven't asked my height at this point I usually volunteer it. I do NOT want to surprise them with my height on the first date only for them to break things off with me for it. (This happened once). At this point if everything has been going smoothly I start to get my hopes up. I tell myself constantly all day "stop thinking about her, it's not that serious, be patient, give it time, don't get attached already." Despite me being fully aware of it and consciously trying to stop myself, I end up liking them before we even meet. I do not tell them this unless they seem to be feeling the same way. After 3-4 days I try to move from texting to an actual phone call - texting just doesn't convey emotions or sarcasm properly. Half of them don't want to talk at all because they're just not phone people I guess. The conversations over the phone I've had usually last anywhere from an hour to like 6 hours. They listen to me and respond, I listen to them and do the same. It always seems/feels reciprocal - I wouldn't pursue someone that didn't seem interested in me at all. I was under the impression that most women like to be greeted with a "good morning" type of message and a "goodnight" type of message. I thought it would make them feel special that I was thinking about them at those times. I usually don't start this until we've been talking for a couple days already.
Dates: I usually ask them to meet me at the location so #1) they can leave if I'm making them uncomfortable and #2) a lot of the times we are meeting somewhere in the middle. I always offer to pay and try to grab the check before them. I asked them out, so I should be responsible. If the date went well - smiling, laughing, lots of talking - I walk them to their car and...bashfully I ask if it's ok if we can kiss...usually they say yes and it happens. I usually leave feeling pretty confident after that. I don't ever push for anything more than a kiss or hand-holding and I try to let them lead. My goal for every date is to make sure they leave feeling listened to and respected and hopefully a little giddy/excited. I understand that they have every right to determine if they want to continue dating or not and I respect that. What I don't respect is being ghosted and left wondering...what did I say? What did I do? How could I have done better? Was she just using me for a free meal? She said she liked me . . . etc.
Whenever i vent to my friends about being ghosted they usually say the same thing "It's something wrong with them, not you. They may have had something come up or a change in their lives, etc." - But, it's happened so many times now I have to assume that I'm doing something wrong.
So yeah I'm a little sensitive, get attached too easily, love strongly and treat everyone with respect and I foolishly hold out the hope that I would be respected in return.
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2020.09.22 23:30 KodaKowala I (21F) feel that my partner (M30) is being slightly over protective

So I started dating my boyfriend 3 years ago. About a year ago I moved in with him and around that time I feel as though he started becoming overly protective and somewhat robbing me of my youth. I KNOW that he is still young, however we are in very different stages of our lives. I’m still in undergraduate school, he’s a working professional (works crazy hours too, 8am - 8pm). A lot of his peers are getting married and having babies. He seems to think it’s “childish” of me to want to go out once or twice a month with a girlfriend on a Friday for happy hour, or to attend my friends birthday bash on a Saturday night. What’s even worse is that when I’m visiting my MOM, (who is 43, and single) he starts fights with me about going out to grab a drink WITH HER if he isn’t available to tag along. I have tried to talk to him, saying that he’s always invited, but he’s always working or on the weekends he seems very uninterested in attending events that I’m invited to. It’s starting to become extremely frustrating because I do love him a lot, I just feel as though he’s restricting me from a lot of public outings and phrases his reasons in a way that almost makes me feel guilty.
I guess I’m seeking advise on whether or not I should seriously consider ending things, or am I being unreasonable and just need to talk through the issue with him in more detail.
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2020.09.22 05:47 callmecheckers A generational haunting - Part 1: Family History

TW: Death, physical harm

Hey everyone, this will be the first time I (18f) have ever really talked about this in great detail, but I desperately need to get it off of my chest.
I'm going to try and break down this whole thing into three different parts, or chapters if you will, so I can cover everything I know so far about what's going on with my family and I.
The first part will be my family history, the second being all about the different experiences I've had throughout my childhood, and my 'dream journals' and what's currently going on.
My family tree is messy to put it lightly. I'm half Chilean and part Metis, among other things. My dad's side of the family is Chilean, and from my mother comes the Metis, Romanian, and Polish blood.
We'll be focusing on my mothers side of the family tree so I can try and break this down to the best of my ability.

The farthest back that we know about was for my great great grandmother, a woman named Crina, but we aren't actually sure if that was her real name. We'll get to that. Going down the family tree is Crina (great-great grandmother), Diana or Bubba as we called her (great grandmother), Colleen (grandmother), my mother, and myself. I won't be sharing our personal names since I'm worried about people coming to bother us, and it's happened in the past when my mother was young.

Crina immigrated to Canada some point during the Great Plague of 1738 in Romania apparently, though when she immigrated she burned all of her records for some reason. Everything that would indicate who she was or who her family was, photos, birth certificate, everything. She didn't want to be found, and from what my grandmother told me she refused to really bring it up. Crina was pregnant when she immigrated, and soon gave birth to Diana, a daughter she shared with a Polish father that we never found the name of. Crina had four husbands over her lifetime, two of which died from heart failure, and the other two by age, and she managed to outlive them all. My grandmother often described her as bitter old crab who would ramble about nonsense, but when she was calmer my grandmother also mentioned that she was told all sorts of stories as a kid.

Crina always wore a small iron key around her neck and would often tell both her daughter and my grandmother that it was important that they kept passing it through the family, but not to any of the men of the family; instead, the iron key was to be passed down to the eldest daughter of every generation. My grandmother told me that Crina was never seen without the key as far as I knew, and she refused to ever take it off her person. She was often caught singing to herself or humming while holding it, and my grandmother still remembers the song because she heard Crina sing it all the time.
The Twisted three are binding treesKeep with me an iron keyKeep me safe the hidden wraithOne to harm one to stayOne to kill and one to playThe twisted three are binding treesBiting cold, binding holdWinter night and darkened sightsTrust your eyes not your earsFor it will feed on your fearsThe twisted three are binding treesThe swamp is deep crows will speakKeep you safe holding faithOne to watch one to seeOne to speak one to beOnly one, binding tree
It's been passed down the family tree since then, so I know it too now.

Diana had married a native man who took the name Mark (mind you a lot of aboriginal people were forced to take white names), and in the photos you can really tell that he's a native man. My grandmother Colleen had two siblings, Barbra, her younger sister, and David, her baby brother. Crina hated being around children apparently as she saw them as loud annoying and quote 'magnets for danger'. She was particularly awful towards David for whatever reason.

When my grandmother was around nine, Barbra (7) and David (3) were playing around outside while their father Mark was working to chop some wood. He and a buddy were getting wood ready to replace some of the floorboards in the old house since they had to tear it out to get some skunks out from there. Barbra and David were playing around some of the stacked logs while my grandmother was picking flowers. From what she described she heard a loud bang and then screaming. Everyone went running. Barbra was scratched up pretty good and David wasn't seen anywhere, and thankfully neither of them saw the aftermath. David was crushed and killed under the logs, and he died instantly from the impact. Diana, their mother, was reasonably heartbroken and traumatized. I've never had children because I'm too young, but I have lots of siblings that I love with all my heart even if they can be asshats sometimes. I can't imagine what losing a kid is like.

Because they were a fairly poor family living out in the countryside, it hit the community particularly hard. There was a short funeral and my grandmother described Diana as becoming very distant. Crina was present a lot more after the loss to support her daughter and her grandchildren, Mark had to take a couple weeks off to grieve with his wife and children. My grandmother tells me that she distinctively remembers an argument that broke out between Diana and Crina, and apparently Crina said some really harsh things about how 'they always die, you can't do anything about it'. It made it really difficult for Diana and Mark to grieve properly, and it caused a bit of a rift in the family.

Nonetheless, Crina was present, and when Diana wasn't able to bring herself to care for her kids, Crina helped out so Mark could work and still provide money for the family. My grandmother was told many stories from Crina during that time, and one really stuck to her. Crina would constantly tell her about how it was Diana's time to 'carry the key', and when Colleen was old enough, she too would carry the key. But there were very strict rules she had to follow for when she got the key. A rule was to be created for every generation in the family. So Crina had one that was made for her, Diana would have one made for her, etc etc. Crina's rule was this: Never under any circumstance are you to go outside during the winter nights. Not a terrible rule, right? I wouldn't want my kids or grandkids running around outside. When my grandmother asked what her mother's rule was, Crina told her this that her rule was this: Don't trust only your ears, trust your eyes. Little weird, but okay. My grandmother got really annoying with Crina begging to know what her rule would be, but Crina kept saying that Diana would be the one to tell her that. After who knows how long, she relented. She told my grandmother that her rule would be a bit more specific. A murder of crows will fly over the land on August 23rd at 3pm every year, and it it was on a different date or year, she was not to leave the house for a full day.
It wasn't brought up much after that, but I will be listing these rules a few more times throughout this post. I promise it will be useful later.

A couple months after David's death, the house was as normal as it could be given the loss. And then it got worse. When Mark didn't come back home from work, Diana was freaking out. On the second day of him not coming home she got a visit from the local law enforcement. There had been an accident at the workplace and they needed Diana to come in and identify a body. Crina watched my grandmother and her sister while Diana went out to go with the police. Some heavy equipment had fallen and crushed Mark in some sort of freak accident, and it was ruled accidental. While Diana was out, Crina was talking to my grandmother and her sister and was telling them that they were 'lucky'. "Women in our family live long lives, but men? They go fast." It stuck with my grandmother. It's probably not word for word given she was still fairly young when she was told that, but she didn't forget the general bit. Bad things always happen to boys who are born on my mothers side of the family, so it's never really well discussed. She would tell my grandmother about the key and how it would 'protect' her from harm, how she should keep it close once it was hers. I'll expand on this later. Diana began to decline mentally over the years after that. Not only did she lose one of her kids, but she lost her husband, and the family had no income. It was an ugly and awful situation, and after a year or two after the freak accidents, Crina passed away from natural causes. She was old, but it really didn't help Diana's fragile state of mind at the time.

By this point in time Colleen was now around 14, and Barbra was 12. Later when my grandmother became much older she found out that Dementia and Alzheimer's ran in the family, likely from Crina, and it probably didn't help Diana's health after the series of losses. This is a story from my grandmother that happened around this time, so please don't bash me if I don't get it 100%. It's a very unpleasant memory of my grandmother's life and I try not to push it since it causes her a lot of distress, and I hate seeing her upset.

Four years after the deaths, Diana was beginning to pick up sleepwalking a lot. She would mutter in her sleep, often wander to the door and bang her head against it, or dig through the closet (or sometimes just any set of cabinets she could find) and hug some of her husband's old clothing when she could find it. She spent the majority of her days mourning and crying, and family friends/neighbors were often coming by to help take care of Colleen and Barbra. Colleen was given the iron key that Crina often wore because Diana couldn't stand it anymore. She hated having it around, but my grandmother didn't want to get rid of it. She didn't have the heart to. Sometime during the winter, Diana got to the point where she was able to push open doors while she was sleep walking. It became a bad enough problem that my grandmother woke up a lot during the night because of it and often had to help her mother back to bed or wake her up.

My grandmother describes how one night she couldn't help but feel something was horribly wrong. One night, she found the back door of the house open and footprints in the snow, and she told me that she heard her mother outside calling out her husband's name desperately. She woke Barbra up, told her to grab the gun and call the neighbors, and that she would be right back. Mind you it was the dead of night and winter, and my grandmother was breaking one of the rules given to her. I asked Barbra about it too and she told me she remembered the night well because when her sister, my grandmother, mentioned that their mom was outside, she was 100% sure she was sleeping on the couch hugging one of her dads shirts. My grandmother was sent to the hospital that night to get 32 stitches in her arm. If the neighbors were never called, she would've likely died. She always told me that I have to obey the rules no matter what, no exception, and her scar was punishment for not doing so herself. She's never told me what exactly happened that night, but she still has the scar today and she keeps it covered most of the time.

Since then, new rules have been added. The first three remain the same, but new ones are simply added to the list every generation as mentioned before.
  1. Never under any circumstance are you to go outside during the winter nights. (Crina, great-great grandmother)
  2. Don't trust only your ears, trust your eyes. (Diana/bubba, great grandmother)
  3. A murder of crows will fly over the land on August 23rd at 3pm every year, and it it was on a different date or year, you are not to leave the house for a full day. (Colleen, grandmother)
  4. Positively do not go to the 'deadlands' (will discuss soon) and break anything there, you will anger those who live under the dirt. (was supposed to be my mothers rule, will discuss shortly)
  5. Never are you allowed on the land without the iron key; it is the only thing that will keep you safe from harm. (This is my rule, gifted from my grandmother)
My grandmother lives on the land currently with her husband Dave (love my grandparents, but they really do act like the classic boomers sometimes). My grandmother hats having people over on the land, family, friends, anyone. She just doesn't like folks there for whatever reason.
When my mother was a teenager, she once convinced my grandmother to let a friend onto the land (this is rarely allowed and considered dangerous, and it took years for her to relent), and they camped out by the 'deadlands'. To summarize, there's certain sections of the land that won't grow anything, not even grass. We got the well water tested for mercury poisoning, nothing came back, and the soil grew plants in a controlled lab so that wasn't it either. Hence the name the deadlands, since nothing would grow there for whatever reason. My mothers friend, we'll call her Kat, tossed a rock into the deadlands and broke an old tree, and spat on the dirt telling my mother not to 'believe such stupid fairytales'. When they went to sleep, my mother woke to her friend screaming. She had serious gashes across her face and against the side of her tent like a bear attacked, and was rushed to the hospital for treatment. We've never heard from her or her family again as they immediately cut all contact and ties with my mother. My mother has tried everything. She talked to classmates, she asked folks in the local town, but from my understanding her friend's family basically packed up that night and left. They never came back and no one that she knows has been in contact with them since. Every once and awhile she still tries to reach out, but nothing's really come from it.

Since then my grandmother refuses to let me bring people on the property without seeing them herself, and even then she'll sometimes send them away. I've only ever had one friend over, but she had horrible nightmares and asked to leave, so I called her dad to pick her up the next day. My grandmother told me that the land isn't for the faint of heart and that my friend, while a good person, wouldn't be strong enough to be okay. Basically if I ever want to bring someone over, my grandmother decides whether or not they're actually allowed there. It's not my land, so I can't tell her otherwise. When I was eighteen, I was given the key as a birthday present from my grandmother, and then she gave me my list of rules and sat down with me to talk about the family. The reason my mother wasn't the one to do it was because after the incident with Kat, my mother moved away and lived with a friend so she didn't have to deal with them. She still to this day thinks my grandmother is sick in the head and is trying to pull her into some cult or something, but it's strictly a family thing, and we don't discuss this with others.

My grandmother tells me that the song in our family is an omen of sorts to keep us informed of what we need to know. There are three 'entities' in our family. The Trickster, The Guardian, and 'Unnamed'. Names are power, so my grandmother has insisted that the last one should never be provided one, only avoided. My grandmother called The Trickster 'ba-ba', and would often blame any inconvenience of her childhood on them. Toys tossed around in the middle of the night? Ba-ba did it. Barbra crying because her hair was pulled? Ba-ba did it. Door left open on a rainy day? Ba-ba did it. The Guardian was called 'Patri', and my grandmother was often caught by both her mother and her sister singing to 'Patri' or talking to them apparently. The one she never named was the one she's always been afraid of, and has always described them as 'the one in the dirty water', aka, the swamp. (Really it's just an old pond on the property.)

It's really difficult for me to bring all this up, but my grandmother has never been forceful with me or anything like that with all of this stuff. She's been insistent that it's important I take this serious since our family is very spiritually sensitive, and she warns me that the more I ignore it, the worse it's going to get. I need to get this story off of my chest because it's very overwhelming and is taking its toll on me mentally. I don't know what to think anymore. The next part that I'll post will be of my childhood and some of the things I've experienced, but it's not just a simple thing. I'll be linking photos in the next post that will be of the land that my family owns, mostly during the summer, and maybe a few during the winter. It's a massive plot of land so it won't cover everything, but there are some things I would like to point out that my grandmother has brought to my attention with the photos. I'll be posting a continuation of this in a couple of days, but between work and my own mental wellbeing, I can't promise anything.

Hope this was worth the read, and hopefully I'll have updates soon, and maybe one day clear answers. If you have questions ask away and I'll answer as best I can, but I won't be sharing any personal information of any kind.
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