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Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

I don't know what to do.
I am now separated, after a truly beautiful marriage that went sour, quickly and painfully.
We are at the separation agreement stage.
My ex today has informed me that she does not want our daughter, 5 to be around men only households. She has trauma from past sexual abuse.
I have a very dear friend Jay, he has been my brother through all of everything I've experienced. Including insisting he watch me 24 hours when I was in a very bad place. Of which I am no longer, time and effort heals.
Jay has boys, and I do not want to risk anything for my daughter. I have no intention to fight this.
My daughter will be devastated. She loves hanging at Jays. My closest friend, with kids I have.
However our marriage ended in no small part due to a friend of hers, a husband of her close friend. The man, is a child but a loud, utterly obnoxious but eloquent buffoon and an truly infuriating personality.
He also was a recent drug pushing faux psychologist leading retreats to form what he often joked was a cult. He lead a movement of psychonauts, clean drug doers all in the name of elightenment. Don't get me wrong, they are great. But they are not the answer.
Then one day on trip in Jamaica he told me he wanted to give his son acid to fix his personality, "Id have done it already if wife let me", was his answer to my incredulity.
I told my wife, "oh you know guy, he's kidding"
I had already known he extremely regularly, often gave his 2 kids melatonin at night. Once berating a babysitter about whether he gave them their medicine. It was melatonin.
He was spiraling, I could no longer bear to be around him. He fought with, infuriated many many people, my exes own family tried to get him out of her life.
He has been to many parties, where he makes comments to strangers, and a fight breaks out because he's pissed someone he doesnt know, off.
He once asked a father at a wedding, watching his young daughter dance away on the dancefloor way past her bedtime, if he was a "daughter fucker". The context doesnt do the story any extra service.
The father had to be held back. The bride lambasting him days later.
He was put on paid leave for 2 years, for getting a blowjob on coke, in a bar by a friend of an ex student. This was not his MO, but I mean fuck...its everything
They are her closest friends.
It turns out he is bipolar, he has been manic for years. 5 year's of 70 mdma caps a year plus every other drug you can imagine doesnt help. He had a goddam ketamine mouth spray he formulated.
He is now off all drugs, he is on medication and is apparently a different guy. I've not seen him despite attempting to meet with him to discuss his behavior, I and many others were worried. He declined 3 attempts. He "wasnt in a good place".
I simply cannot bear to think they will be around this man all the time. She, ex, by her full support of him, will normalize if not cannonize him.
I dont want my kids around him, he has a uniquely pervasive way of hammering his otherworldly ways of thinking and doing things.
I feel now more than ever compelled to also add an expectation that she can see him very infrequently or never...my preference is less than 5 times a year, for less than 48 hours straight.
This will seem spiteful, but it matters. I suffered trauma directly and indirectly for a decade by him.
By his own words "that boy aint right!" a phrase he'd dole out when someone argued him.
What do I don't, I don't know..genuinely.

I (33f) was diagnosed with ADHD last November, along with a recommendation I be assessed for autism. I wasn’t surprised about the ADHD, but I was a little thrown by the observation that I might be autistic. Prior to starting medication, for about 4 years, I would have the same thought every single day: Life is so hard and I wish I wasn’t alive. Once I started medication, those thoughts stopped, my functioning got better and I was hopeful for the first time in years. But the nagging thought that I might be autistic has led me to realise that my experience of life is not at all normal.
With the exception of my partner and parents, no one in my life (personally or professionally) is aware that I suffer with extreme anxiety. I am successful - I have to 2 degrees where I was top of the class both times, I have advanced very quickly in my career and I am very good at my job. I appear confident, I’m intelligent, I regularly engage in public speaking, and I am described as charismatic. Even if I tell people that I suffer with anxiety, they don’t believe me, or they don’t believe how bad it is.
I’m waiting for an autism assessment, but I think in my heart of hearts, I don’t need one. I know I am. The more I learn, the more I see that it’s true. You can’t help but reflect on your past in these situations, and it’s truly painful to realise that I have spent my whole life masking and hiding who I am. I’ve tried to blend, so that no one will make fun of or be horrible to or attack me.
My mum had to answer questions about my childhood as part of the assessment and she said something that broke my heart - “She acted differently than other children, but she was also clever and when she realised she was different, she became quieter and much more private”.
I bend over backwards for people. I don’t do anything if it will inconvenience someone else. I flog myself at work to achieve results. I make people laugh as much as possible even though I am uncomfortable talking to anybody. I’m uncomfortable accepting any praise or anything that will single me out. When someone does tell me off, I’ll immediately apologise, even if I don’t understand or mean it. I do all of this because I don’t want to be attacked. I’m hypersensitive and I think if I say no to people, or don’t get people to like me, or single myself out then someone will be unkind and it will just ruin my already low self esteem.
I’ve started therapy and I’m going to be starting a journey to learn, understand and accept who I am. Internalised ableism has got me where I am now, so I’m going to unlearn that too. It’s so painful to know that I’ve done this to myself. Despite all of this, I don’t regret getting a diagnosis. Ignorance may have been bliss, but it wasn’t the truth.

After the bans of the most popular EXEs in GameBanana and even more will follow suit in the following months. All I'm about to say is,
Thank You Vs. Sonic.EXE.
Thank you for being a source of inspiration for me and for many others.
Thank you for reintroducing me into Sonic.
And thank you for the good memories that I will never forget, even the bad ones.
It's time to put this mod to rest but it's legacy will never fade away, in one way or another.

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Cremated?’
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
“Jack...”
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.

Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

A list of things I did to optimize my C++ Shoot 'em up Bullet engine:
BULLETS MANAGEMENT
I knew that creating and destructing a lot of objects every frame was bad, so I created a pool of bullet objects at runtime. It worked better. What was bad was the way to manage the active and free bullets in an efficient way. I was iterating on all the bullets to find an inactive object before spawning it and to update the alive bullets and so on. Not very efficient with 6000 bullets. So I wrote a bullet manager which keeps tabs on all this. I still create a pool of bullet objects but also 2 lists of bullet IDs: one of actives bullets and one of free bullets. Those IDs are references to the pool’s bullet objects. If I want to spawn a new bullet, I can take the last free bullets ID and set this bullet from the pool to “active”. I then remove this ID from the free bullets list and add it to the active bullets ID list. This active bullets list allows me to only update the active bullets and also to maintain an ordered bullets list, which I need for rendering (more details in the next section). When a bullet is dead, I set its state to “DEAD” and I erase his ID from the alive bullets vector (I know it’s not the most efficient thing in the world, but…) and add it to the free bullets vector. Also, keeping the active bullets ordered in memory helps the CPU and avoid cache misses, which is really important.
DRAWING the BULLETS and DRAW CALLS
The most terrible thing I was doing was to draw individually each bullet. It was working well enough on my laptop, so what the heck? But with a lot of bullets, I began to see some performance drop. On top of this, ordering the rendering of thousands of objects was not easy with the graphic engine (Ogre) and was slowing down the game a lot. So, I wrote my own bullet renderer. For each bullet type, I create a polygons list using all the current bullets' positions and orientations and draw it with its own material. Thanks to the active bullets list I’m able to draw each bullet in the right order. So, if I have 1000 bullets of the same type, I'm only drawing one object only. At the end, I have only one draw call for each bullet type, instead of 3000 draw calls for 3000 bullets.
ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT
Do you have more ideas and techniques to optimize more and gain some performance?
S.
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I have actively been trying to leave my partner for about 8 months now. We're long distance at the moment but we've been together for 7 years and have a few things we need to sort out as our lives became very much intertwined. Every time I try and talk to him about taking me seriously in regards to separating it becomes a huge emotional exhausting conversation.
I feel really bad for even feeling this way and I want to start by saying that I do believe him that these things are happening. For context, he has chronic health issues. So a few weeks ago now I sent him a message basically reiterating that we need to work out how we are going to navigate our separation for real. He immediately called me very upset and he told me he had a major health incident the day before. He does not currently have insurance. I told him I don't care about that, if he thinks the worst is about to happen he needs to get to a hospital because there are people around him who would figure out someway to deal with the bills. I'm sure they'd much rather that than something very bad happen to him. I told him after everything I will never forgive him if he throws his life away. Looking at it now, this conversation was very emotional and traumatic for me. He told me he wasn't even going to tell me..so why, then tell me because I said we need to get serious about separating? He said he felt like I should know.
Then he just starts acting to me like everything is normal still. I told him to stop calling me pet names which he has respected but I truly think he believes I'm not going to leave him and that the seperation will be temporary. Lately I realised I could have sent him to prison for what he did to me, so I'm really not going to stay with this man. A week or so later, something happened and I got super triggered over his past actions, he refused to talk about it because of his health incident as he didnt want to stress himself. That's fair enough but he could have at least said he understood how I felt, instead it all gets brushed away under the rug never to be talked about again, as usual.
Then this morning I wake up to a message saying he has been in a car accident. I got upset because he didn't give any other context or information than that so I talked to him about it. Again he was upset and I felt really bad but I'm so, so tired and I don't have the energy to keep this up. I feel bad for what he's going through, but its really not fair to me, I feel so trapped, like I can't breathe, I broke my sobriety because of all this stress. And there's a part of me wondering if he is using this as leverage to keep me around as his emotional support. We bonded through hard times before. I feel like a monster for even sharing this feeling because nobody should go through what he is and I dont want him to be alone. But I want to be done with this relationship I just want to be free, I can't take this feeling anymore. I want everything to be over so I can move on. I feel like an animal in a trap. Like it's just cruel at this point.
Am I a complete asshole for thinking it might be another abuse tactic? Honestly I hate that I even suspect that of him. It says it all really about how dead our relationship is.

I (M30) have been struggling with maintaining a healthy voice during summer time, especially after going to summer camps or sporting that are physically draining. A few examples would be wakebaording a day, spending a day at the beach swimming, playing volleyball and whatever more. Of course I have worse sleep at camps, I consume alcohol, however, I have lost my voice even with limited intake as well.
My voice usually gets deeper and I struggle with lower falsetto (head voice?) or mixed singing which is pretty bad since I sing tenor parts in a choir. I will have a show right after a camp next week and I'm afraid I might not have my voice for that event.
Do you have any suggestion how to prevent it if it's a given that I won't stop all the above activities? Also, is there a tried and proven method that can help in recovering it quickly, like within half a day? I'm thinking about exercises that help my vocal chords relax and loosen up, teas, candies (like halls but better).
Thank you in advance.

TW NUMBERS and sorry if this is badly written, English is not my first language I hard core relapsed last year around fall and I was honeymooning until recently, when I started getting scared for my health because I reached a low bmi of 15 Then I pushed myself to eat more in efforts to prevent health issues, but I guess that opened floodgates and now I'm craving everything I was depriving myself of. I had more binging episodes in the last month than all of the time since the relapse. I know that's a good thing and my body is finally getting some nourishment, but it's mentally destroying me. Lately I'm trying to eat maintenance so I can at least prevent binges, but sometimes even that doesn't work and I give into cravings at night. I'm constantly thinking about food, especially sweets because that's what I avoided the most when I was restricting so much. And realistically I want to eat everything now, but my brain doesn't want it, my brain wants none of it because every binge puts me through such an emotional turmoil. I even purged a couple of times and that's something I never did through all of the years of my ED. And I'm scared that I won't be able to stop binging and that I'd gain everything back. Which again, I know it'd be the best for my health but it feels like everything I've done would "go to waste". All the efforts - gone. Idk man, idk how to cope with this. When I eat I'm miserable, when I don't eat I'm miserable. And my body image issues and body dysmorphia are so bad, I hated how I looked at the higher weight before the relapse, I hate how I look now when I'm uw. There's no winning with this. Tbh I don't even know why am I posting this because I'm pretty sure nothing can help me at this point, I feel hopeless.

Hi everyone,
I’m seeking some advice to help my sister and husband to save their marriage. My sister has a 6 month old baby now with her husband and has been going through PPD for the last 3-4 months. It has taken a toll on the marriage where her husband seeks some affection , attention and validation of his feelings. He is very considerate to her feelings and is very aware of her PPD but it has gotten to a point where she cannot deal with any of his feelings. I know she is trying to push through but their marriage is now on the verge of breaking up due to very bad fights and verbal abuse. They have been on the waiting list for therapy ( they have also done couples therapy regularly in the past). They both have a history of depression as well. In addition to the PPD my sister is also unhappy with her body as it is still adjusting since giving birth. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m trying to talk to her to but she says I don’t understand because she has PPD. She says no one gets it and she doesn’t want to deal with anything or anyone anymore. There is no love anymore between my sister and her husband and her husband got out of a toxic and verbal abusive marriage to now be in another one and I don’t want to see this end. Is there any advice I can give? Recommendations? My mum and I have also mentioned getting her hormones levels checked too.
Thanks so much !

Hey everyone was just wondering if anyone has been through anything similar or have any insight if this predicament will be in my favor. So I did my 1st C&P exam in December, I got a 10% increase for one of my claims and the others were deferred. I then did another C&P exam around April and now after that exam the VA is requesting a Records Review from the provider that did my 2nd exam. I'm just wondering if this is good news or bad news?

My son recently turned 3 and for the past few weeks he has been throwing tantrums for not getting what he wants.
We were walking through Walmart and my son wanted to hold mommy’s hand. Im pushing the cart with my daughter and my wife is looking through her list running to and fro zigzagging through the isles. She cant hold her list, grab the items she wants, and hold his hand the entire time. He doesnt want to hold my hand, just mommy’s. My wife cant swap with me because she still would need two hands every so often to steer the thing. Every time she let go of his hand he would start screaming at the top of his lungs. This stressed my wife out so much every time and I could tell she was on the break down border. So as any embarrassed parent does when their child is making a scene in front of a ton of strangers, I picked him up and walked him back out to the truck and fastened him back in his car seat. The entire time kicking and screaming for mommy. I put in headphones while he lets go.
Yesterday I was not home. He wanted to bounce on this ball he had just gotten in the living room while my wife was cleaning. She told him to pick out another toy and play with it because she couldnt watch him to make sure he didnt bounce and bust his head open while doing chores. He threw a tiny wooden box decoration across the living room and broke some glass and started screaming as he did in the store. All she could to do to ease herself was put him in his bed and go back to her chores.
Do I need to be more firm with him? I have raised my voice slightly at him a couple of times but that seemed to make it worse. Ive tried taking his toys away- same result. Putting him in the corner- nada. A light spankin- absolutely the least ideal outcome. I know I cant give him what he wants because then it will never stop. I love him to death and I haven’t come close to breaking, but im worried my wife is going to snap and go overboard with punishment because it really is excessive how bad these tantrums are. I dont think she will do anything to endanger him but it wont be pretty at all.
Any advice will help.

Looking for a new mousepad or two for new setup.
I was wondering if having 2 mousepads such as a deskmat for my whole desk and keyboard which would be followed up by a primary mousepad on top of that for my mouse. Would it work? Also, I play many competitive FPS games such as valorant, Fortnite, apex, overwatch and other eSports titles and some other games such as league of legends and rocket league all on keyboard and mouse. What mousepad would you recommend? I was considering the artisan zero but not too sure if it is too slow. I would prefer to have one in white or black to match my setup and if it does come in a big enough size then I could use it instead of getting a mousepad and a deskpad. I have also heard bad reviews of the glorious XXL mousepad which I thought suited my style of aesthetic at first. Any advice would be much appreciated.
Thanks.

30M, 6ft 1, 210lbs.
6 months ago, I got Covid. My hallmark symptom was fever and night sweats. Once Covid disappeared, so did my sweats give or take a night or two
Flash forward to this weekend.. on Friday evening I came down with very bad chills and a very mild fever with fatigue and a headache. Went to be early and woke up drenched in sweat. Tested negative for Covid. Saturday I did not wake up drenched in sweat, but Sunday night and this last night I have.
I did a CBC last December with no concerning results. But I am a bit scared since this is considered a pretty serious symptom. As far as I can tell, no lymph nodes are swollen. Should I be concerned?

I’ve been doing ok. Got up to d2 this season. Last night, dropped down to d4 after a losing streak. This was the final placement match. My team won, but I played really badly. Like, maybe as badly as I’ve ever played.
I died… like 15 times?! The opposition tank and dps were diving me, I was a little tilted. But I do think that games like this have the potential to teach me the most about the mistakes I’m making, and how I can improve.
I’d really appreciate detailed feedback from anyone willing to give it. Here’s the code: B4CY0T
Please don’t feel like you need to be gentle. Roast me, and give it to me straight. As I’ve said, I normally play better than this, and rarely die this much, but this game was a brutal one for me.
Edit: my in game tag is Anomander.

[tw for brief mention of dark thoughts and abuse]
My best friend and I are in a conflict. We are both autistic and the rigid thinking is getting in the way of resolving the conflict.
Earlier today we were talking on the phone about how much we love each other no matter what, and they said the only way they wouldn’t love me would be if I did something really bad and as a joke I was like “like if I killed someone?” and they said yes.
So I was like “well what if I killed [insert name of my childhood sexual & physical abuser]” and my friend said in that case they would still love me but no longer associate with me.
This was extremely hurtful to me because all of my other close friends have told me that if I ever did kill my abuser they wouldn’t look at me differently or treat me any differently. I just want to specify that I am NOT going to kill him (or anyone) but if I could kill him with absolutely no consequences, I probably would.
My friend says that they would feel uncomfortable associating with a murderer even though my friend does believe that my abuser deserves to die.
But I am uncomfortable associating with someone who would be uncomfortable associating with me if I were to do that.
This is all hypothetical but we are both having a hard time resolving this because they want to be in my life and I want them to be in mine but I am having a hard time moving past this. I would want my close friends to love me and associate with me even if I did that, knowing how much torment my abuser put me through.
The only way for me to be comfortable would for them to change their views on this but I don’t want to force them to do that. I dont control them nor do I want to.
We don’t know what to do.
Please help.

Context: I wanted to replace her rug with a brand new one of the exact same cheap Walmart Rug, cause the rug still smelled like Guinea pig was a hazard to the hygiene of our dorm.
We live in separate bedrooms & have a common area where the rug is. It’s a lrg plain rug from Walmart b/c she didn’t like walking on the tile floor of her old dorm. She prior admitted to not having sentimental value to it.
For context, she used to have guinea pigs, which we found out together I was allergic to. At the time, this was not a huge issue. I just couldn’t be around them for long periods of time. The pigs did make her entire dorm smell like a petting zoo, but I loved the little buggers. I was even given the title of ‘Guinea Pig Aunty’. She got rid of them due to dorm policy, so I invited her to my dorm. But the rug still had the ‘pig smell. She moved into my dorm three weeks ago & claims she could not smell it.
I had initially stated I didn’t mind if she brought the rug over, but that was before I realized it couldn’t be saved with products a college student would reasonably have (I did try tho). + it’s cheaper to replace than it would have been to try to deep clean.
I will admit my fault. I did not communicate to her prior to the event, & inadvertently put her on the spot, my bad. I will not make an excuse for it. If it had been anything other than a new, but nasty-smelly-ruined rug that was in our common area, affecting the quality of life for the dorm, I would have never made such a fast course of action.
I called & asked if it would be okay if I replaced the rug with its exact replica to get rid of the smell. She said she guessed it would be fine. I wanted to call her before doing anything that I couldn’t reverse. I did, however, roll up the rug( and start to leave the dorm with it) before calling, so that if she said it’s fine, I could get it out ASAP & clean the floor where it had been. If she said no, I would simply put the rug back & stay at my parents house until she got back, to avoid the smell.
I then took the rug to the trash. When I got back to clean, she called & changed her mind. She wanted to wait until she got back. I explained that it was too late. She got mad that I had touched it before calling, said that wasn’t okay for me to do, based on the principle that it was hers (it’s the principle of the matter, even tho she had no personal attachment to the rug).
My mindset initially was “I love my friend & I am so happy she moved in with me; but this rug can’t be saved. I will replace it for her so she doesn’t have to lose money on a rug she just bought & so our dorm will have better hygiene & not smell awful.” Win-win for both of us, I thought, especially b/c she had mentioned many times before moving in that she loves that we will be roomies b/c we can keep the dorm clean together. Her previous roomie was nasty.
After I bought the rug, ~1hr, maybe less, later she said that she would prefer a personal rug instead, and wants me to take the other rug back. That feels unfair to me b/c I asked to replace the rug in our common area for the betterment of our dorm, not her private room, which she currently has a different rug in.
I caved cause I wanted to be a “good friend” and I just wanted everything to go back to before she got upset. So I said that since I already have the rug, I could return this one, but we need the living room rug, so I’d get her a personal rug too. But it’s been a couple days, and now I feel like if I do that, I am setting a precedent for myself and for her that I will go over the top to make something “right”.
I don’t know how to talk to her about this now. I decided I will set up the main rug in the morning probably… we need the rug. That other one just absolutely had to go, and so when she said I could do it, I did it too fast I guess.
However, whenever I try to think about how to make it better now, all that pops in my head is rudely put thoughts, very direct thoughts with an attitude behind them, which I hate. I don’t want to be mean to my friend by any means, and I’m scared that I might lose her forever over something this small, just because my brain( social anxiety and attachment issues) won’t stop trying to trick me into running away. I just don’t know what to say or do. I know I can’t avoid the situation all together. Her love language is gift giving. I thought about giving her something she really loves, but also, then I worry that she might think I’m just trying to buy our friendship, which isn’t right.
Does anyone have advice? Sorry for the long text. I don’t know how to summarize properly. Thank you to anyone who responds. I hope y’all have a good day.

Hello everyone, hope you are all good and healthy!
Here are some of my attributes: - Male - 20 years old - occasional smoker - physically active - 68kg and 183cm
Recently I have started to develop sores on my bottom lip, this is the first time that this has happened in my life. It all started around 2 weeks ago, I practice mixed martial arts and took a bad beating, which resulted in a minor tear on my bottom lip. Over the next couple days, the wound was healing but suddenly decided to break my ankles; cue the first photo. Afterwards it started to bleed a lot, was painful to the touch with some additional weeping. After some research I decided to give Abreva a shot, upon application noticed that weeping and bleeding had decreased considerably. However the wound remained, sticking around for a week. As of now, when taking a look at the second photo, there is a pale patch of skin on my lip from where the initial sore scabbed over. There are also raised bumps around that initial injury that are still sensitive, albeit not open wounds. As for the second sore further up my lip, it formed a day or two after the lower one, and is still ‘healing’.
I understand that this is probably a cold sore, but my only concern is the pale patch left by the ‘healed’ sore. If there is anyone that can recommend anything for me, that would be greatly appreciated.
tldr; injured lip developed sores. A week and a half later the sore leaves behind a pale patch. Is this scarring or should I get it checked out?
Thank you for your time!