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I (F) have a friend who's a few months older than me who we'll call "Y"(F). We are a part of a friend group that used to be a trio. I'm not gonna lie I just joined them, my friend was in that trio. I get along with all of them but I get along especially with "M". Now she is bestfriends with the other two, we aren't focusing on that topic. Anyways we were all talking to eachother, hanging out after school. Suddenly Y brought up that she has a friendly crush on "V" (M). my friend. it was all ok when it was just a happy crush, I still hung out with them and V. A few weeks later she tells me that it doesn't feel like a happy crush anymore. She likes him like: LIKE like him. But my stupid self, instead of stopping my self from hanging out with V, I still hung out with him. And then we had to switch to online school for a small period of time and then I heard that Y got sick. She was gone for a week. When she came back she was still the same but she lost a little weight. I was happy that she had recovered. But something changed. Her attitude towards me was not like friends. She always looks like she's glaring at me this past week. But when I look at Y and V, I see them get along (Y sits near V.). Anyways V and I would always fight jokingly, and we sit together at the lab but it's just that. Sometimes he would pat my back and sometimes I shake him. That's all. So it was our test this week. Y began to act differently around me. The first day of our examinations, it was ok, she'd still notice me. It's just that V would always make filthy jokes around me and of course, Y would notice it. But I can't keep myself from laughing at most of his jokes, but when I see Y. I immediately try to stop myself from paying attention to V. My friends matter to me, I love my friends, but it's hard to be in a situation where your friend likes your other friend and doesn't like it when you hang out with that friend. Earlier today I was walking around the school. When I got down from the second floor, I saw V, he looked like he was hiding or running away from someone so I joined him. We were just walking to the cafeteria but it almost seemed like the type of walk and then I'd hold his hand but, I couldn't do that. Not to my friend. Then he started to run so I ran too, and then I saw Y and M who just went out of our classroom. I ran towards them because I got scared when V ran out of nowhere so I hugged M. And I saw Y beside M. I looked back and I saw that V was actually getting chased by his friend from another class. Back to our topic, M went back inside and Y and I were left in the cafeteria. I was calling out to her ( mind you I was just beside her) and then our classmate "E" jokingly tapped Y's shoulder. She looked at me with a blank expression but when she figured out it was E, she put on a smiling face and a joking attitude around him. I'm not gonna lie, it hurt me a little inside. Anyway I finished early with my test but, I was too shy to pass my test first so I planned on waiting for M. But she went out for a while and V and I were already finished, so we passed our tests together. I don't know if that made Y angrier. Oh damn. I messed up. I have a crush on a guy for 6 years (on and off) and I nicknamed him after Mathematics because out of all the things I could've nicknamed him, yes, I chose the subject V was good at. So last time, the girls in our classroom were talking about their crushes to our teacher and then M said my crush's name was "Mathematics". Math for short. I don't know if Y heard that but, I am so sorry. (Just to clarify, V was one of my first friends there. Y just became my friend later on, so I have more of a connection with V that's why I can't consider "not talking to him" if you were to suggest that, but, any opinion is ok, that one too. )

sorry if this isn’t allowed please tell me! i’m hoping by some small slither of hope that someone saw something this morning on the a47 just before the poringland turn off towards norwich
Real short of the story 9.45am a white van basically cut me off and we nearly crashed so i went onto the right lane to swerve away, he then swerved right, infront of me, i assume to stop me from overtaking, i gather this from looking at his driving before, too long to add but can in comments.
I then lost control of my car and crashed into the middle of the barrier, and he raced away.
The truck was a plain white transit van, possibly the plate has a H in it but i don’t know, I had my dog in the car and was very shook up. My car is a black audi a3
i know it’s a long shot but if anyone has anything at all it would be so helpful!
This man clearly has road rage issues and is a danger.

I was wondering if anyone could cast their eye over my opening and give me feedback? I've reworked it so many times now that I've gone a bit word blind, and can't tell if it even works anymore. I wanted to explore having a main character with ADHD, but I'm wondering if having the reader chase the character's internal thoughts all over the place is exhausting.
(Way back when I wrote a few children's books, so this is outside my genre. Also I'm dyslexic, so if you enter this trying to fix my grammapunctuation you might feel like the person trying to pick all the seeds out of a gooseberry pie. I wouldn't do that to you! Just if you could let me know if it's engaging, if it flows, where it needs more or less etc..)
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Chapter 1: The Stories We Tell
Strangeness had taken root in the Enchanted Forest. Here the magic was heavy and wild, lingering in the air and soaking deep into the soil. There had always been stories that began in the forest, traditional fare for bedtimes and firesides, but recently all too many had ended there too.
Those were the stories Flynch knew off by heart.
She rolled her shoulders, trying to shift the invisible weight that seemed to hang off them, and stared at the treeline before her. After the last incident, the woods had been ordered off limits, and the police tape was - miraculously - still in place. It ran as far as the eye could see in both directions, fluttering ineffectually, tugging at the knots that bound it in place. I don’t blame you, thought Flynch. I don’t want to be here either.
It looked like someone from the council had ventured out this way too, judging by the signs that dotted the perimeter. Laminated, and printed with a suitably serious looking font, they bore a warning:
“Wild Magic Activity Reported. Entry Prohibited.”
What a waste of ink. “Wild magic activity” made it sound so bloody… whimsical. People will read that, and picture a wall that has started asking riddles. A river flowing backwards. A warning like that only kept sensible people out, which made it about as useful as a paper lock on a treasure chest. Worse, even. Now every fool within a ten mile radius will feel drawn to the irresistibly off-limits forest. They might as well have painted a big arrow to the treeline, declaring “Dangerous and intriguing activity inside. Scare a date! Impress your friends!”.
Infuriating, was what it was. Perhaps if they let her hang crime scene photos around the perimeter, like she’d suggested, they’d have more impact. There were enough on her desk. Gods know she could spare a few. She could have an arts and crafts day. Make a collage.
If she was lucky, it might even count as her monthly mandated therapy.
A smile crept across her face at the thought of gathering up all that gore and grief and misery and transforming it. A poster for the woods. Paper chains for the more compliant arrests. Autopsy origami. The concerned glances her colleagues shared as she sat there, paint brushes in her hair, scissors in her hand, and laughed and laughed and -
…Eight bodies scattered in the clearing, froth spilling from their mouths, faces locked in a final look of desperation. They rested unnaturally on the ground, like statues that had been toppled: rigid, twisted, their backs arched, their teeth bared, limbs contorting around the air like ivy around old bricks…
-The smile faded.
..travelling salesman found just yards from the path, clothes intact, not a mark on their skin, and yet all their bones were missing…
Even if she did cut them into pieces, it was too late. The contents had already escaped the reports and skittered after her, details Flynch would turn over and over in her head like sharpened worry beads. Whenever a conversation lulled, or a daydream approached anything near pleasant, there they were. Fragments of exquisite awful that her memory would bring to her like a toddler stumbling out of tall grass, joy on its face, snake thrashing furiously in its hands:
Look what I found
Look what I found
...discovered crawling along the path, weeping, sores all over her body that erupted at pace, breaking open to reveal unblinking eyes…
Look.
Look.
..missing teenager who wandered into the woods, and only their shadow returned…
No wonder she ground her teeth in her sleep.
In days of old, they’d have thrown adventurers at the problem. Rummaged up a few heroic volunteers by rebranding the “horrific and mysterious deaths” as a “questing opportunity”. Things worked differently now. Over time the reward pot had dwindled, throttled by years and years of austerity, and as it did the calibre of hero it attracted had declined in proportion. After a summer that saw a record number of unqualified, destitute people march to their deaths in pursuit of a miserable amount of coin, there had been a period of outrage, then a period of hand wringing, flower laying and memorial making. Finally the whole concept of locally sourced heroes had been scrapped. Although there were some who protested bitterly, sad to see the tradition go, Flynch had been glad. As a child, she remembered the excitement of a quest being announced, remembered feeling the energy in the city as they marched on their way; vibrant characters, big smiles, strong jaws, armour that caught the sunlight, golden quest rosettes pinned to their chest. Fifteen years later she’d seen her old school teacher wearing that same rosette, tugging at armour that didn’t fit him properly, rattling around inside it like a wet cough. Poor sod didn’t stand a chance, and everyone knew it. He left at sunset through quiet streets lined with people who couldn’t bring themselves to look him in the eye.
So for the past decade all odd portents, weird sightings, and mysterious deaths had been swept up and dumped into the seemingly bottomless bucket of Police responsibility. Reports were typed, analysed, sightings broken down, necrologies performed, dusty tomes consulted, intelligence briefings given, before it was fed higher up the chain, way, way above Flynch’s desk, and dealt with according to a delicate balance of risk assessments, staffing levels, and budget constraints.
Which meant, on this occasion, sealing off the area with police tape, and dusting off the laminator.
Flynch stared back at the path that carved through the trees, and began a well rehearsed routine. First step. She rummaged through the pockets in her baggy yellow trousers, producing a hair tie on the third attempt (crumpled receipt on the first, hag stone attached to something worryingly sticky on the second) and swept her purple hair up in a bun. Second. She crouched down, and double knotted the laces in her scuffed, burgundy boots. Third. Standing again, she unclipped and clipped the shillelagh that hung on her belt, feeling the reassuring weight of the twisted blackthorn wood. Fourth. Usually the last step was to smooth down her dad’s old blue trenchcoat, taking a moment, deep breath, focus, fingers reverently skimming over years of repairs.
Today there was one further action to take.
Fifth. She took her ID, and pinned it onto her collar.
If you were a by-the-book type, which she wasn’t, your ID should always be on display. Whenever she was called up on it she pretended it was an oversight, made some big theatre of searching her pockets to find it, but the truth was she just hated the thing. Hated the overfamiliarity it granted. The way some people would make a show of studying it, leaning forward, all nostrils and scrunched eyes, so close you could smell their breath. They way they’d roll her name around their wet mouths, using it over and over like punctuation. Hated most of all the glances at the picture, then back at her face, to and fro, to and fro, mentally circling the changes.
Although, even she had to admit that the comparison could be jarring. The image on it was old, capturing the moment when she first got out of uniform. Photo Flynch had a slimmer face. Brighter eyes. An awkward, optimistic smile played across lips that weren’t yet rudely interrupted with a scar. In the years between that version of her and now, time had begun to weave mousey brown strands through her purple hair, and notch lines around her eyes, like a prisoner tracking days on a wall. Many changes. Not bad, not really. Just broken in. Like well worn boots.
The name remained the same though.
“Flynch Coppard.” It read. “Detective”
She looked back to the forest, and scowled, mentally steeling herself. Wearing the badge today was a professional courtesy. Just-in-case.
Every copper knows it’s just old fashioned manners to leave an obvious clue on an unrecognisable corpse.
Sixth step. Go.
The scowl was still there as she ducked beneath the tape.

Hi! I'm looking for a meaningful connection. Distance isn't an issue as i work from home and i'm considering to relocate.
ABOUT ME: I'm a 24 y old advertiser. I enjoy reading, memes, working out, board games, dark humor...
Physically, I'm a brunette with medium curly hair and a sun kissed look. Skinny, 1,63/5.4 ft tall and 57kgs/125 pounds.
In a few years, i would like to buy a beautiful lake house, settle down and have kids.
I'M LOOKING FOR: A single monogamous straight man around 22-35 y old. I have a thing for blonde men, Fred from Scooby Doo was my first crush lol and i find yellow hair the cutest thing since.
I would love to find a sweet, caring and romantic partner. My ideal date would be us just talking and having a good time while losing track of time. Finding comfort in each other's company is important for me. I enjoy simplicity and i wanna create silly traditions and collect good memories.
I like active guys into gym, traveling, outdoor activities (camping, hiking, kayaking, fishing, road trips...), a partner that loves physical contact. I don't play videogames but i love watching my brother doing it as i also watch a lot of gameplays.
Turn offs: Smking, drgs, vegans, vegetarians, dudes into pe**ing, dudes with kids. (Just wanna start fresh with a partner with healthy habits and i love cheeseburger and barbecue!!)
Only message me if you match the description, please. Send a photo and let's talk. I would love to hear about you.
Thank you!

Good morning everyone. I fear that we may slowly decline and wont have a solid direction until earnings in 3-4 weeks. That is because we keep getting hit with bad news and the market cherry picks, finds some reason, or way to rally. When the market rallies on bad news, I don’t want any piece of that. I know better, I do not want to get caught holding the bag. I would much rather when the market finally gives up and falls decide to pile on puts like last year. OctobeNovember I was having a field day with close to 20 puts and trading in and out of 3-5 puts a day. At the moment I have about 5-6 puts because I am losing as I wrote out of time. I have 1 call RNG that I am losing on. I don’t want to commit capital in shares of anything unless it has a super low PE, makes cash or pays me to HODL. This is a difficult market to trade. Anytime when the market acts opposite of reality it is hard to make moves. Remember, from May of 2020 thru the end of 2021 we did not have 1 single correction in the Nasdaq or the Sp500. [10% drop] We basically went straight up for 20 months, which gave everyone the false narrative, that everyone was a genius! That the stock market only goes up. In 2022 the market ended down but there were many furious rallies. In 2023, so far, the market is up from January 1st, we have had 3 months already, with bad news and we are still up on the year…
In 2022 when we had bear market rallies, they would last several weeks, not several months..
Which kills your calls, kills your puts… and if you buy shares of something, it is committed capital for some time. We do have CPI April 12th, but I don’t know if that is what it takes for the market to wake up to bad news. I expect that CPI to be near 5.7-5.8. It is pretty much a given that Powell will raise rates in May, so that CPI shouldn’t be the deciding factor on the market… Earnings….. 1st quarter earnings 3rd week of April should be the wake up call…. Should be
Remember the fourth quarter of 2022 had misses from giants! [You must beat top and bottom! Not just 1!]
MSFT AMZN AAPL GOOG NFLX META ADBE GS SNAP HD
And these are just 10!
Some of these companies just missed slightly, but remember in 2021 these companies were smashing earnings. Growing sales at 20% and earnings at 10%... NFLX and META had a decline in earnings by 50-90%, sales flat! These are alarming things that you must pay attention to…
These misses and the earnings calls, give me the confirmation that 1st quarter earnings are likely to be bad. It is only when, companies flatten to earnings decline, increase sales that I start seeing an upswing in data… No, I don’t view NVDA beat of top and bottom line as a good sign. Analysts had lowered estimates, notice the 30% drop in sales and 50% drop in earnings year over year… I am not a rookie, go fool someone else. Those NVDA earnings were very bad, pathetic actually. But Chat GPT and AI stuff is hot this year. EV was so hot in 2021 and everyone was home so we had MULN NKLA RIDE WKHS and other trash raising cash from retail, cant blame anyone for selling to suckers….
I am no sucker! So I will wait till the market matches reality. I don’t need to make every trade, even in a tough 2022 I was up 25%. I am probably even or up less than 5% in 2023 but this is not the environment to trade. We need to know when to trade and when to be patient. In 2020, I was up 300% that was the most since the 90s! In 2021 I was up near 120% which was the most since the mid 2000s. Those returns, when you trade safely, is not normal! I would say normal is near 50% a year, if you do this well. Naturally, if the market takes flight like 2020/2021 and you have 20 months of straight up, you take advantage…..Well the tables have turned.
I bought NWBI a bank with PE near 10 and dividend yield near 6%. I bought SYF decent earnings, not great, but decent, PE ratio under 5, a credit card company. I am long 2023 like 5 stocks! I am down on CRK ORC CVS. That is it! I don’t want to load up on stocks when I am 99.9% sure the market heads lower… I just don’t know when exactly. The .1% of 100 that it doesn’t go lower, is the market stays sidelines like this, all the rate hikes are done, we go thru 2 more quarters of bad earnings. [No sell off]. Finally, the news starts turning better and we go up…
However, I don’t see that being likely, because bad news brings fear, fear is selling. So can the market rally or stay on the sidelines for 2 straight quarters of bad news. 1st quarter April, 2nd Quarter July… if 1st quarter earnings are bad, the likelihood of 2nd is bad too. If first quarter starts turning flat, then the 2nd quarter has a possibility so pay attention!
Year over year sales, year over year earnings… Not just that a company beat analysts estimates! What is the health of the report?! How can anyone tell me NVDA report was good 30% decline in sales 50% decline in earnings, I don’t care what some dummy on TV says! Numbers do not have opinions!
5 Trade ideas: I am in no rush, to do anything. I may but no rush
ACI – I was in this grocer 19.25 to 19.60, 1000 shares, not exciting, but I parked my money a few days, and a grocer should be fine in this environment
AI – I was buying puts on this last time it was 27+, well it rallied from 20 to 25.50 yesterday, its on my radar for puts
MDGL – No sales, losses, this Bio tech, I have been stuck for months, April 21, 210 puts at 10, I am finally about even, It shot to 316! Stock is now 230. I will reset, I am sure there is some value as a large Pharma may buy, but 200, maybe?
PACW FRC WAL ZION banks – I may try PACW watching them fall on DB news. Credit swaps, which is insurance in case a bank fails have shot thru the roof on DB, meaning people are unsure if DB will be in business, shaking the whole industry
UBER – I last sold this a few weeks ago around 33-34. They had tremendous earnings and 50% growth on top of a more than 50 cent beat surprise profit. [GME 2% sales decline and 29 cent beat] just so you see. I was stuck in UBER shares about a year before I started to make money again
The contents of this post are for information and entertainment purposes only and does not constitute financial, accounting, or legal advice. ... By choosing to make a trade you are responsible for your own actions. Please do some due diligence. These are trades I am making and you can follow along. If you make a winning trade, I do not even expect a bravo or thanks but that’s fine, if you lose on a trade the same difference.. I do not even expect an upvote or reward… The Elite team is aware of the risks and volatility in the market.
Good luck everyone let’s make money. Share trades, ideas here during trading hours. Our main goal here is to make money so I hope we can help eachother. I will be in and out of here as well.

At friends from the world of Pokémon, when you read this message, it is addressed to everyone I have known for 26 years (I already expressed my last message to Ash and Pikachu before).
To the Team Rocket, Jessie, James and Meowth, I'm so glad to have known you because you were always there to entertain me on every trip and various capture attempts. Thank you for being here until the end.
To Misty and Brock. Along with Ash and Pikachu, you were the first Trainers you earned my trust and friendship from. To both of you, thank you for being there for me as traveling companions in Kanto and Johto. For you Brock, I'm maybe a Tsundere to you as I grew to be the woman I am but I'm glad you were my friend. And Misty, thank you that you were by my side even if I wouldn't be in the Pokémon world anymore you would always be with me.
To May and her brother Max. When I traveled to the region of the Hoenn region, I was delighted to meet you as precious allies. Like Misty and Brock you have earned my trust and friendship which has always been long standing. Thank you for being here until the end of my Pokemon journey. May, do your best to become the best Pokémon coordinator in history.
To Dawn from Sinnoh. Dawn, you have been a true friend to me since my trip to Sinnoh, you are the one I trust. I could have told you how much I love you so I never confessed my true feelings years ago. We traveled through Sinnoh together, I sympathized with you because you reminded me a lot of May on your outlook. My last dearest wish is that you become like May a true Pokémon coordinator, a true legend that you are.
To Iris and Cilan from Unova. For Cilan, since you replaced Brock, you have been there to entertain me sometimes whether in training or cooking methods, you are also a good traveling companion. Iris, since I met you and traveled with you to Unova, I must admit that I never thought of you as a friend before. And I didn't understand your behavior towards Ash which resulted in people's contempt for you, but you were there as an ally like Cilan. I have confused feelings about you. Even though you became a Pokemon Champion, the Iris I knew was still the same person I traveled to, so stay my friend as you are.
To Serena, Clemont and Bonnie from Kalos. Clemont and your baby sister Bonnie, thank you for meeting me as a friend when I arrived in Kalos 10 years ago. Serena, you are both my late teens and early adulthood. You are also one of my dearest true friends when I landed in Kalos. My ultimate wish for you is that you must become the Queen of Kalos, and become a true legend.
To Lillie, Gladion, Kiwae, Mallow, Sophocles, Lana, and the Professors from Alola. Thank you for welcoming me to the Alola region. I am deeply grateful that you are my trusted friends. So thank you at you all.
To Goh and Chloe. Goh, like you and your friend Chloe, I never trusted you both due to your unpopularity in the public. But I am unable of really hating you despite my contempt for both of you. Still to tell you that, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I don't know how could I befriend you two, Goh and Chloe. So forgive me for being quite cold and distant to you... I'm sorry.
To the 6 Trainers who defeat Ash in 6 Leagues, Ritchie, Harrison, Tyson, Tobias, Cameron and Alain. I had a strong resentment since you had defeated Ash and that you had never appeared since the end of Ash's journey. I always hoped that you reappeared, but it was decided otherwise. It's been a long time since. Maybe my grudge will one day disappear and forgive you all one day?

I am new player and I know the golden age is when the traveler helped humanity. And we learned many things. But that is about it. Could anyone tell me a little bit more about the golden age.

How does riot expect me to enjoy playing against plat players to get out of my HIDDEN gold MMR all while gaining less LP for win and losing more LP for loss.
Riot's braindead system expects you to drop down into gold rank by LOSING MORE and taking your MMR EVEN LOWER, THEN only after that you are ALLOWED to rank up to your CURRENT rank, which has players who you are already ABLE to beat, but because you lose MORE LP you NEED to DROP TO GOLD AND BEAT WORSE PLAYERS TO GET BETTER LP GAINS???
Your only other option is to go on such a huge winstreak that your MMR catches up to your visible rank. Which should be near impossible, based on the fact that riot MMR thinks you are lower MMR to begin with, playing with and against higher ranked players constantly until your MMR is normalized.
If matchmaking is based on anything more than JUST MMR, this system makes no sense. So why have a fake rank at all? Don't tell me it's because of railroading casuals. Fuck the casuals, what are they doing in ranked and why does a competitive mode have to appeal to them???
Then just make IRON-SILVER have LP, the rest should be non casual enough to eliminate the need for LP.
Can someone who understands how this system is supposed to work, explain it better than me?
If anything this system is designed for WASTING YOUR TIME and GETTING YOU ADDICTED, NOTHING MORE.

Through recovery work with D2C (daretoconnectnow) and the pbse podcasts, my husband has finally come to realize just how much he objectified and scanned the room when he was going about his day.
It was never obvious. I had no clue. But through D2C and their talking about it. And them sharing how even things as simple as having a plan to go to the grocery store, we (I) have been realizing just how much he did scan the room and look at/for beautiful women. And how he used to scan and look again but not completely stare. (So it didn’t come across as creepy).
With this new realization for me… because he is now talking and sharing more. (He is now working on recovery work instead of white knuckling.) I am now realizing just how deep his addiction goes.
It’s more than just the porn. Which I knew, but that reality is hitting me more and more every day.
A bit ago, we had gotten into doing yoga (Yoga with Adriene). And she wasn’t a trigger for me… but once or twice, in the past, I had gotten triggered. I think I had asked or told him about being triggered, but it was dismissed as nope, not an issue… he didn’t look at her like that. …well… we started it again the other night (because it’s good for us). And last night I had slight feelings of being a little triggered (nothing she did, just simple things in me that can trigger me). After doing the yoga, I mentioned this and how I was worried about him thinking she’s pretty/objectifying her. Well… low and behold… new reality- yes, he had some in the past. Ugh!!! So I was right in struggling back then.
Anyway, it’s hitting me today that maybe he wasn’t nearly as “sober” as we thought because he hadn’t addressed those parts of feeding the addiction. That my definition of sober was no porn, and now I need to broaden that definition.
And I have fully come to realize he wasn’t as truthful as he said because he held back. Because white knuckling doesn’t help him build the tools to actually face the hard feelings and face the truth of the whole situation.
—- And that also ties into a whole other set of struggles with me. How I maybe am not clear enough when I tell him I’m struggling with something. As in most non addicts, might actually hear that and think maybe I should not do that… sometimes, I feel that bringing up something that is a concern to me, but isn’t a current issue, then plants a seed for him… and reminds him of that item and now he wants to look or do. I am struggling with how I need to figure out how to flat out be more direct and say, I do not want you to do x,y,z but here’s my struggle.
It’s just so frustrating.
I just needed to vent a little and share that there’s so much more beneath the surface.

Hello,
I usually travel "a lot" in Europe (between Italy, France and Portugal) or at least more than the average person. Because of this I spend most of my time in airports. Is there a subscription or something that can give me access to lounges in every airport that I go? Like a card or a membership for which i pay a monthly fee, I don't know.
I am asking for something strictly aimed for that, i dont want like american express or similar which offer lounge access as kind of correlated service.
I think that is important to specify that lots of my trip are for personal reasons and are not work related, otherwise I could have easily asked for this to my company probably.

About 3 years ago, I met my ex gf (we'll call her Kayla) at our job together. During the last couple hours of our shift, we were completely alone. We eventually felt a connection and hit it off great. Had a lot of great times and she became sorta obsessed. Having just turned 21 and seeing the direction the relationship was going, I told her a couple months into the relationship that I wasn't ready for anything serious. This broke her heart, and feeling bad for it, I offered to continue seeing each other without the "bf/gf" label. We would see each other off and on over the next 2 years. We were super close with each other, best friends, basically in a relationship. She was super in love the whole time. We never fought, argued, nothing. The only reason we would have breaks is when I would feel like I was leading her on and I was trying to make my intentions clear. I would encourage her to move on whenever she would find a new fling, but we always managed to end up together. As messed up as all that sounds, we were content and happy through and through.
One year ago her father passed away. I was there for her the whole time to help lift her up and be that shoulder to cry on. She pretty much moved into my apartment. I was making enough being self employed to quit my job, and we spent all day every day together. It was great, we were closer than we had ever been. A couple months go by like this and her mom ends up offering her to move in with her. A few days later she says she's seriously considering her mom's offer to move (1,000 miles away) because most of her family lived near her mom and she was having issues with the remaining family here. I tell her I'd be sad if she left but the decision is completely hers and I'd feel bad if I was the reason she stayed, given I wasn't wanting a relationship, I didn't want to hold her back from being happy. I didn't try to sway her decision one way or the other and after a few days, she decides she's going to move. We spend the next majority of a month spending every second with each other. We truly had a special connection. I helped her pack and drove 1,000 miles with her and helped her unpack. I started to tear up when it was time to go. But it was all on good terms. Plenty of memories, experiences, etc and never a time we went to sleep mad over 2 years.
We keep up with each other after I go back home. We talk every day like nothing happened. Then in August she drops the news on me, she's pregnant. She stopped taking her birth control without telling me once I helped her move (we're both kinda lazy, and it was packed away somewhere, so I totally understand). Thing is, prior to this moment, I was very clear that I never wanted kids. I'm a bit clumsy and I think the world sucks as it is, I wouldn't want to bring a kid into this world, I also have pretty shitty genes. She gives me the out, "we never have to talk again if you don't want, I won't go after child support" etc...I tell her I just need time to think. My world was upside down and I had a huge moral dilemma. My father left before I was born, I had only talked to him once in my life, and he was the first person I told/reached out to for advice. After a life changing (unrelated) two weeks, I decided I was ready and I wanted to settle down and start a family. I kept in contact with Kayla the whole time, just wasn't sure what I wanted yet. I tell her my decision and we start planning. I let her decide the name, religion (I'm not religious), school (she's catholic), etc etc I pretty much let her choose all the big decisions, my only thing is I didn't want to sign the birth certificate for a multitude of reasons. Yes, I understand the consequences of this, and I know it's selfish, but this was the only thing I had a strong opinion on. She agreed and I started to move there in October.
I move there using entirely my own funds, I rent out a cheap storage unit before I even get there since I'm moving into an already crowded house (her mom, step dad and 19yo brother). From day 1 of arriving I can tell somethings wrong. She is acting super distant and won't even let me touch her. I try to get her to tell me what's wrong to no avail. She keeps this same energy the whole time I was there. I immediately am in "go mode". Within the first week of being there I fix some stuff on her car, fix my car, get all my stuff moved, signed up for parenting classes etc and I'm trying to show her I've matured since we last saw each other (I was catching hints that this was her biggest stress, she doesn't think I'm ready). This completely backfires on me, she is only more stressed out. She goes full blown panic attack and/or rage over the tinniest things. Cleaning (their house was disgusting), chores, trying to help her carry groceries in, literally everything I do for seemingly no reason. I try to keep my cool and chalk it up to pregnancy hormones. And her family has given me the cold shoulder since day 1 as well. I am acting all upbeat and trying to make conversation but by the end of week 2, her brother literally hasn't said one word to me (I tried talking to him multiple times) and her family and shit tbh Kayla too aren't any better. After being borderline obsessive and wanting a relationship, I'm now the one who wants a relationship, refuses to hug or kiss me, its just weird. I chalk it up to weird catholic people and keep being my uppity excited self. I find a job as General Manager at Autozone and things are looking good.
At the end of week 4 of living there, I have finally gotten Kayla to open up on what's bothering her. It's because I won't sign the birth certificate. She tries to convince me to sign. I refuse and she lets me know it's a deal breaker. A couple days and a couple rough conversations later, my only option is to move back home, on my 23rd birthday lol. I was an emotional wreck. A couple weeks later I tell her I regret my decision and I will sign the birth certificate. She is livid. I ask if she'd be okay with me moving back out there into my own place, we don't have to talk if she doesn't want to. She says she doesn't think I should be there until after the birth (4 months out at this point). I say I don't see the point but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I continue to check up on her every week but she is giving one word responses and I can tell she doesn't want to talk. So I give her some space. A couple weeks later I ask if I can see ultrasound pics and she says something snarky to the tune of no. A few days later, I post a picture of my cat I had for 14 years, I had to put him down that day, along with an emotional status. She then posts the ultrasound pics on fb with an uppity caption, it's like she was trying to hurt my feelings. I just don't get it, I have never done anything to her and she's acting so out of character heartless. A few days later I ask if she's been to any appointments and she says she doesn't have to give me any updates. I say "So I'm just supposed to fuck off forever?", she doesn't respond, so I block her on fb. A couple months later I text and ask "Are you doing okay?" and she says "It's been two months since we talked, I would appreciate it if we kept it that way." And I left it at that. That was a couple weeks ago.
Yesterday our daughter was born. I had to find out from an unrelated 3rd party. She hasn't tried to let me know. It just hurts so much. What am I supposed to do....idk what I've done to deserve this. She just flipped the switch out of nowhere, is there something I'm missing? Like I get it, seriously, it hurt when I said I didn't want to sign the birth certificate, but now she's putting me through hell for it, I've tried taking it back. I feel lower than dirt, I just don't get it. What do I do?
TL;DR Ex and I were FWB for a little over 2 years, were best friends, never fought. I helped her move last year to be closer to family and we found out she was pregnant a couple months after. She knew I didn't want kids prior to breaking the news, but I decided I was ready to settle down. She previously adamantly wanted a relationship but once I moved there, she completely flipped scripts and hated me. Our kid was born yesterday and nobody even told me.

Good day everyone,
Let me preface this by saying I appreciate this sub and the information and little bit of comfort it's given me for the last few months. I also apologize if this question has been asked before here because I don't want to create any spam posts for simple questions. However, I have to get this off my chest because I have nobody to talk about this about.
I've always had an anxiety disorder, along with panic attacks during certain social situations that severely hindered my ability to "fit in" in my social and professional life (all undiagnosed because at the time I was too proud to ask for help). Approximately 10 years ago I started self medicating on clonazepam 0.5 mg daily, and it worked like a charm. Suddenly I was able to function properly and life progressively got much better. Over time I managed to cut my daily dose to 0.25 and subsequently 0.125 mg. I've been using 0.125 for nearly 6 years daily now and I've had little to no side effects and never take any more than that.
HOWEVER, approximately a year ago I tried to go off it cold turkey and my God, the withdrawals were terrible. Heart palpitations, panic etc. so I continued using without a prescription just to avoid any personal issues. I want to get off this garbage now, but not sure where to turn to. I want to speak to my GP about what I've previously described and how I want to taper down, but I'm scared of what she'll say. I'm not an addict, I never drink and don't do any other drugs. I want to have a comfortable taper off because I have a family and responsibilities where I cannot be incapacitated in any way. I don't mind a little bit of suffering but not to the point where I can't function. What should I do? Any help is greatly appreciated. Thank you guys.