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Hello Reddit. I’m writing because people seem to say writing these things down helps process so here we go. The title is a lot more then it sounds. My (F21) has been married to my husband (M22) for two years now. We met in high school and hit it off almost instantly, we dated for 2 years before deciding to get married. He’s funny sweet sensitive and over all an amazing guy. But he’s got one major fault, anger. We got married rather quickly because I asked if I was what he wanted for the rest of his life and he said yes so we decided why wait. We got married when I was 18 and he was 20. We married at the court house then had a reception/second wedding a few months later. After our court house wedding he went to a buddies house after his night school and was belligerently drunk. I showed up unannounced to take him home fuming mad about him being out so late and so drunk. In me demanding he comes home (only a few blocks away from where he’s friends house was) he began to hit me. I don’t know exactly how it started but some switch just flipped and he beat me. Most of the details are a blur but it was relentless and didn’t stop until we were home (living with my parents at the time who work night shift so no one was home) and I just laid on our bed protecting my face waiting for it to stop. The next day I don’t remember if we even talked about it but I remember being depressed for a few days afterwards. I decided it was just a one off and it wouldn’t happen again. No I didn’t blame myself for it but I didn’t do anything about it either. I was wrong. It wasn’t a one off. In the months between our court house wedding and our reception the abuse happened a few more times, all when he was incredibly drunk and only then. He would promise to slow down drinking every time and would for a while. But then pick up the pace again time after time. I told myself it was fine because he’d start off as a good happy fun drunk everyone loved to be around. But then something would switch when he’d have too many and I’d ask him to slow down he’d lose it. Two days after our big reception he got insanely drunk and I was telling him we’d just go to bed and talk about it in the morning. He asked if I was mad at him for drinking so much and I said no just annoyed but we’d talk about it sober. The switch flipped and he turned around and hit me. When I pushed him off my he grabbed my throat and pushed me to a wall. Only letting go when I was able to get a scream out. How that night ended is a long story but bottom line my dad got involved and kicked him out after learning he had hit me. My husband made a turn around and stopped drinking, started therapy and really turned around after realizing he was about to lose me. It’s been over a year now and we’ve gotten to the point where he has a beer or two when we go out. I told him I wasn’t going to police what he drinks nor how much, he knows the consequences and his limits. But last night he got drunk, was lying to me about how much he’d had and when I asked him to stop drinking still got another beer. At this point I was enraged. Especially when he started crying and trying to hand me his wedding ring at the bar. I told him repeatedly to put his ring back on and that we were leaving. We drove home in silence and when we got home I left my car keys in an easily accessible place incase I needed to make a quick escape. Nothing happened and when he woke up didn’t say anything to me about him getting drunk last night and acted like nothing was wrong. Today I hardly said a work to him and was just trying to process on my own. My best friend asked to hang out and when we did I told her everything and she suggested I separate myself from him for a while to figure out what I needed and wanted to do now. So I’m staying with her for at least the night.
At this point I just feel like I’m waiting for the time bomb to go off again and I don’t want to do that. Im just venting, I’ll figure out what to do on my own. I know everyone will say leave him and from an outside perspective it definitely seems like an easy thing to do. I don’t want to throw away the last four years with someone I truly love deeply and I know loves me. I’m just so hurt that he’d choose alcohol over me. Just trying to figure out now if it’s worth leaving him because he got drunk once after a year plus of recovery.

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“Shit! Doctor Ngai, did you see that?” Lieutenant Gastaud’s yell broke me from my absent minded reverie.
“See what?” I asked.
“That hyper footprint. Drive signatures are Confederation. Probe twenty-nine is nearest. Cameras show what looks like two battleships, two battlecruisers, four cruisers, three frigates and twelve destroyers, plus ten large ships hanging, likely freighters or troop ships.”
“That is not good,” Lieutenant Smolyaninov said. The navigator had the conn for third shift while the captain and XO slept. “Silent running, engage full stealth systems.”
“Full stealth systems active,” Gastaud confirmed. “We are now a hole in space.”
“Time to wake the boss.” Smolyaninov said.
I thought Smolyaninov should have done that first. But it was not my place to correct him.
“Lucky you,” the helmsman Lieutenant Joanna Stojanov chirped. “XO is cranky when you wake him up.”
“Get the stewards to throw on some fresh coffee,” I advised. “That stuff they got on now is like tar. No matter what Chief Bishop says, you shouldn’t have to chew your coffee.”
“Talk to me,” I heard the captain’s voice over the intercom.
“A Connie battlegroup just dropped out of hyper, and they are closer to us than any other ships, at about twenty-five million miles. But they are stationary.”
“Set condition one. Wake up the ship. I want all hands on deck,” Nugraha ordered. “Any orders from the Flag?”
“Nothing yet. We’ve been running silent. Wait, orders just came in. ‘All personnel to return to ships. Prepare to leave orbit and retreat outside Confederation space at the first sign of aggression.’ Well, I guess that’s it for us.”
“Hyper footprint!” Gastaud’s voice raised a few octaves, and I did not blame him. “At least sixty-three point signatures and at least five battleship size. Getting a fighter launch. Lord, that’s over seven hundred of them.”
His voice calmed down and he added, “I’m getting an IFF on them. They’re ours. It’s Marine Expeditionary Force Twelve.”
“I don’t know if that is a good thing or not,” the captain said as she entered the bridge, still sealing her uniform. “It was always possible the Connies would pitch a fit over our presence. I didn’t expect a battlegroup, maybe a division of destroyers coming to frown at us and pushing us along.”
“But dropping an entire MEF on them? That’s ballsy,” Stojanov added. “Even for Marines.”
“It was MEF-12’s shuttles that got sent here,” the XO used the phonetic abbreviation. I had not heard him enter. “So, it makes sense that the CO would keep an eye on his people.”
“There go the Connies,” Gastaud’s comment was completely unnecessary, as we all could see the plot. “That was a lot of excitement I could have done without.”
“I agree,” Captain Nugraha frowned at the plot as the carriers recovered their freshly launched fighters. “But it was probably the best outcome, at least from our perspective. I wonder how long it lasts? The Connies came at us with a big stick and that is unusual.”
“Their admiral was unprepared for a bigger stick,” I observed. “It makes me think that this was not quite what they planned.”
When they all looked at me blankly, I continued, “Come on, the Connies are many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. They just brought a knife to a gun fight. A few ships coming here and shaking fingers at us and politely telling us to leave is one thing. And that is what should have happened.
“A small battlegroup like that is fine if they want to push around pirates or the Ku'kor'ae. But us? You’d better come at us with a full fleet in your pocket if you want to push humans around.”
“I am uncomfortable with the implications of this,” Nugraha mused.
The XO started to say something but was cut off by shrill alarms sounding.
“What now? Gastaud griped. “Oh, shit.”
The threw the data from his computer into the main holotank. “Every probe we have in the inner system just went haywire!”
Dal’tari is larger than Sol and considerably more active. It left the inner planets radiation scrubbed wastelands. Only Umsurrat’s distance and powerful magnetic field had allowed life to evolve. Mass coronal ejections had happened irregularly since records were kept. They’d caused many droughts and famines.
But the recent ones were unusual in their ferocity and frequency. One would be bad, but not something that would cause an extinction level event.
But with ejections at least twice as powerful than the any during the previous millennia? And over a dozen a week? Lasting several weeks? How could any planet survive that?
Since the Angel Fleet arrived, there had been no sign of them.
That just changed.
“That is an understatement,” I said softly. “I’ve not seen anything like that… ever.”
“Look at the magnetic and gravitational fields,” Keoki instructed. “They are completely unstable. The poles have flipped at least fifteen times… and there it went again. What the hell?”
I ran a quick analytics program on the data, something I created on the fly. It mapped the gravitational and magnetic fields for the entire system. It had every planet, every moon… everything in system, including all the ships.
“Check this out,” I said. “There is some kind of gravitational finger from the sun to where MEF-12 dropped out of hyper. It looks almost like the gravitational distortion we see on an event horizon.”
“They dropped out of hyper deep inside the gravity well, but I’ve seen ships drop this deep, or deeper, in a gravity well at least a hundred times before. What is different about this?” Doctor Keoki Nurhayati puzzled.
“I’ve never seen this many ships at once, Keoki,” I replied.
“Me neither,” Nugraha added. “But we’ve also never seen it with an unstable sun like this.”
“The storm will hit Umsurrat in,” I did the calculations, “thirty-nine hours, seventeen minutes. The hard radiation in fifteen minutes.”
“Who’s in command of MEF-12?” Nugraha demanded. “Get him on the horn.”
“Lieutenant General Ichiro Tokuda is in command,” Laz answered. “He’s a hard charger but capable.”
The holotank lit up with Tokuda’s visage. He had the hard, square jawed, buzzed haircut look of a marine lifer.
“Tokuda speaking.”
“General, I am Captain Nugraha of the science and survey ship, Rudy Horne. I cannot be a hundred percent certain, but it seems your arrival has triggered another massive coronal ejection event. One that is larger than any of the others that have been measured. Our probes have detected one heading to the planet as we speak. The hard radiation front is… thirteen minutes away.”
“How bad is it, Captain?”
“Very bad, sir. But I think we, rather you and the cargo ships can do something about it. If you were to create a barrier with your ships’ radiation and particle shields extended to their max distance from your hulls on the sunward side of the planet, you could deflect or absorb most of it.”
I sent him a diagram of a ships’ formation, a double layered grid with the largest ships at the core. “You have a total of a hundred forty-three ships in orbit. Your military shields are better than the civilian ships. I recommend putting your fifty-nine ships in the center with the deflectors at max distance from the hull. The civvies can hold the perimeter.”
“We won’t make it in time. It will take us over fourteen minutes to get there,” Tokuda said.
“Not if you let the heavies hold you back. But your smaller ships can it in time if you send them now. They can take the brunt of the first waves. It’s not perfect, but better than nothing.”
“We’ll cut our compensator safeties to the bone,” Tokuda promised. “I will shave as much time off the transit as I can. Tokuda out.”
We are much too far outsystem to be of any assistance other than monitoring the probes and reporting. Which meant we wouldn’t not much more than spectators for the next half hour.
The radiation wave moved at light speed and there was no room for error. The cargo ships had moved immediately. Admiral Pierre was obviously on the ball to herd that group so effectively. The destroyers made it first, mere minutes ahead of the escort carriers, assault frigates and troopships. The battlecruisers and fleet carriers arrived a minute later.
The carriers belched fighters. Seven hundred and seventy five fighters crash launched for the second time in almost ten minutes. I didn’t expect that.
Fighters and other light craft could not survive in hyperspace. The titanic forces surging in hyperspace required massive shielding and inertial dampeners that only capital ships could mount. Fighters just did not have the tonnage to mount this equipment. Fighter shields were less powerful. Designed against normal amounts of radiation, but even with their technological limitations the pilots still intended to contribute with sheer numbers.
I updated the plot, assigning ships to their individual positions. Most of the ships were in their assigned orbits by the thime the first waves of radiation hit. It is impossible to accurately describe it. The sensors showed visible light as well as down shifting the high ultraviolets and upshifting the low infrareds. The computer laced together all the imagery into something we mere humans could appreciate.
“As impressive as this is, I imagine what they are seeing dirtside is much more spectacular,” Nugraha said softly. “The light show down there has to put the most active aurora borealis back on Terra to shame.”
“The battlewagons are almost there,” Gastaud announced. He spoke into the silence absently, as if he needed to say something, to fill the silence with words worthy of the moment. “The planteside sensors show a minimal uptick on hard radiation counts. You’d get almost as much from a microwave. Looks like your plan worked, Captain.”
“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” Nugraha replied with a nervous laugh. “More like a desperate attempt to plug a hole in a dam with our fingers and lots of prayers. My god, that amount of radiation would sterilize most worlds and you stopped it.”
“It made sense, though. Our particle shields can handle the nasty shit hyper throws at us, and this is about equal to that,” Laz observed. “The fighters were a nice touch. Never thought of adding them to the mix.”
“Next radiation wave is in five minutes,” I added. “The battleships are on station. Their added shielding should keep most of the radiation from reaching the surface.”
“The sun’s calming down,” Keoki observed. “We’re still getting that odd tic every seventeen and a half seconds, but at least it’s stopped spitting corona at us.”
“Incoming transmission, Captain,” Stojanov announced as she activated the holotank. “It’s the general.”
“That was a good idea, Captain,” Tokuda said. “It worked like a charm.”
“I thought it had a good chance of blocking some of the radiation, sir. It was just a matter of how effective it would be. Now, the question is how quickly can we engineer and build a permanent orbital deflector array to protect the planet until we can figure out what is causing the sun to belch?”
“Even if we can figure out what is causing it, how realistic is it that we can stop it? I am just an old jarhead. I can figure out how to invade a planet, but I leave all the science stuff to people who are much smarter than me.”
“Have you had a chance to read our reports?”
“Not really. Can you give me the short and sweet version? Remember to use small words.”
My bridge staff chuckled at that. “We have found, actually someone on the planet found it and alerted us to it, anyway there is an odd gravitic and magnetic field spike in the planet’s gravitational and magnetic fields. It is exactly every seventeen point five seconds with not a femtosecond difference.
“An engineer found it when she was calibrating a fusion plant’s magnetic bottle. We took that data and looked deeper. The sun’s magnetic and gravitational fields are also showing that same tic, just on a grander scale. I intend to look at all the planets and see if they are seeing the same thing.
“Then the question is what is causing it? Nothing natural is that exact.”
“And if it is nothing natural, that means it is something manufactured,” Tokuda mused. “And if it is manufactured, we can find it if we start looking.”
“Exactly. The problem is, we are operating solo. We need the other three survey ships… to be honest, we need their survey probes. We carried only fifty. The Tombaugh and Leonard are our sisterships and have a hundred probes. The Edgeworth is a lot bigger. She carries one-fifty by herself, and I expect a cargo ship full of drones within a day or two. If we can flood this system with a thousand survey probes, we can narrow down where to look.”
“A thousand probes?” He asked. “That’s bound to be expensive. But if we want results fast then we spend the money, right?”
“Trust me General, it is not something I say lightly. Even if we can recover ninety-five percent of the probes to refurbish, that’s still near a billion dollars, plus the five hundred million for the five percent we lost. So, roughly one point five billion dollars.”
“Captain, that is just a drop in the bucket for what the Federation has spent to this point just in supplies, not to mention the costs of getting the supplies here. If you can find that needle in this cosmic haystack for just one point five billion dollars, then that is a huge savings against the costs of maintaining these relief convoys.”
“You are right. I hadn’t looked at it that way. But I can assure you that we’ll be working non-stop until we find it.”
“I will let you get to it,” the general replied.
“I will keep you updated.” I’d no sooner said that and noticed general looking uncomfortable.
“Not to put too fine a point on this, but I am not in your chain of command. You were ordered to report to Senior Rear Admiral Pierre. Admiral Pierre is the senior officer on station, and that makes him the system CO. He is in command, and that includes my forces until we leave. Hell, he can order me to leave right now.”
“I understand, general. I intend to keep you in the loop because we get more flares and need your ships to move, but as it stands, stay between the planet and the sun and you will block most of the radiation.”
“Roger that.”

Hey all,
So I've been talking to someone new for over three weeks now. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I've enjoyed talking to someone this much. We often chat late into the night, and our conversations are pretty meaningful and fun. We exchange pictures, talk about our day-to-day, etc.. However, one thing that's making me tread lightly is that she doesn't want to meet up.
I've asked her on a date around week 1 so we could get to know each other. Coming up on a month now, I've also asked if she wanted to hang out this week or coming weekend. Both times I've received the 'maybe, but I'm pretty busy' replies. Her reasons are valid, she is decently busy, and I don't hold that against her.
I'm not sure if she's shy, or has reservations due to past issues, maybe that I'm just not worth the time, for why she doesn't want to meet up. Maybe we have different expectations here, but I'm starting to feel like I'm just someone to talk to. I would think a month or so, if you're interested in someone, you could at least make a couple hours to meet up and talk? I'm not sure if I'm thinking incorrectly or selfishly here.
Is there a way to ask if we're on the same page? Is it rude to just broach that subject within a month? Just getting a bit confused here as we both had marked we were looking for an LDR. I want to give it time cause I really like her, but I also don't want to waste my own time...

Any guesses on when/if they will release a 4K disc set?

Once season two starts coming out, I am deleting the reddit app. Cuz I know y'all are about to be spoiling every damn second of it. I gotta start watching youtube on private/incognito mode, cuz I know youtube be recommending me spoilers of Demon Slayer every damn day.

I know the endgame event isn't finished, and I'll probably keep paying attention to what happens with it, but I think my involvement is mostly wrapped up. I had some ideas for new plotlines to write, but I think my characters have largely reached a good conclusion to their various arcs, and I don't really have the time to give new ones justice. Plus, I'm interested in greener pastures. I might post a broad epilogue post or two, once the endgame event is wrapped up, but for now, this chapter in the history of the Blackwood Vale draws to a close.
The Blackwood forces currently raised can be commanded by Lansdale, or if they're inactive, Tully or Daeron. All my PCs who were with the force are now dead. Lansdale has full mechanical control over Raventree Hall, due to Tristifer's position as Lord, Osmund Butterwell's position as castellan, and Bethany's withdrawal. If Estermont and Mooton wish it, they can assume that Bethany introduces Warren to Zhoe once their mission is over. As for Bethany's mission in King's Landing, Warren can take over completely.
It's been an absolute blast writing with you all this game, and I've loved my time as Blackwood, for all its unexpected twists and turns. I've enjoyed conversing about lore and history, and I've enjoyed watching all of these little plot threads play out - and trust me, I've been paying attention to nearly every plotline in the game. I'd especially like to shout out ingan, Norlium, Vierwood, TT, Tellural, Mads, Art, Mia, Plasma, Goch, Stank, Pitchy, Bob, Prester, Rangi, and Razor, all of whom were wonderful writing partners. I know I can be abrasive at times, especially as this iteration got older, but I really do appreciate all of you who have taken the time to write in this community.
I'll see you all in 9PK, and I hope to see you all there to, along with whatever unexpected twists and villainy we come up with.

I saw an ex of mine today at work. I am currently traveling to other centers in our company to help out until they can get new staff hired and trained. Plus I get to learn a system/machine that we don't use in our center and I like learning new/different equipment.
The ex that I saw raped and beat me on my 18th birthday, nearly 20 years ago. I reported it to our local police then and they did nothing. I had to see him every day for the rest of the year and after graduation I moved away, joined the Marines and did the work to put him out of my mind and move forward with my life. I have not thought of him in years except for around my birthday because I have nightmares and flashbacks.
Now to the issue at hand. I recognized his name as soon as I saw it and instantly knew who he was on sight. Him confirming his date of birth gave way to any doubts that were hanging in the air. He still has the same haircut, facial hair and a scar on his face from where I scratched him while I was trying to fight him off. He still wears/uses the same Axe products he did in high school and the smell made me want to vomit. I managed to hold it together, maintain composure and professionalism and I did my job but was on edge until he left the building.
I am unsure if he realized who I am even with my name tag on. Should I report him to my boss or let it go and try to avoid him if he comes in again? Can I have him banned from the building? I know it is way to late to have him prosecuted due to the statute of limitations on rape cases but seeing him again (even by coincidence) threw me off and put my other clients in danger because I was not at the top of my game.

What are your favorite ways to clean these berries? I got majorly turned off once I saw all those little worms (larvae) come out. I definitely don’t want them in my home and having a large infestation of flies.
I got some mulberries today and the little worms got everywhere! We were scrambling to get kill them. Any tips on handling them? Does the freezer kill them? Is it a matter of picking less ripe ones?

I have the 1200GB plan. I have my own modem and eero mesh network system. I get (using xfinity’s app) no more than 100mbps. (Just tested and got 18.2). I’ve spent count times on the phone with support with no result. Even had one support individual tell me 10 mbps was fast. At least once a day I have to reset my modem since my internet goes out. EVERYDAY.
How do I get someone who can help? I fear a technician needs to come out and check the box or connecting but I’m told they will charge me. Why am I charged when the service I pay for isn’t working?

Does anyone else feel like this game has been exhausting with the content it’s dropped? And idk if I’m looking ahead or what, but like come set 3, aren’t all set 1 guys gone?? (Besides 1 possible wild card?)
Just feel like I’ve wasted to much unnecessary time playing w guys I don’t care for(tops, and other program guys) just to further complete the programs.. not really trying to whine here just curious how everyone else is handling the grind in comparison to previous years. Also, I’ve played DD since like 2017, and always fine myself playing all the way til easily playoffs (sept/oct) but this year I’m like already burnt out

About two years ago I wrote this post. https://www.reddit.com/survivinginfidelity/comments/pro5fz/living_well_is_the_best_revenge/ and every once in awhile I think about this Reddit group and how helpful it was for me and I feel like I should provide an update, to give other people hope that there is life after betrayal.
I am now almost 4 years post my ex telling me she was leaving me for her AP and about 3.5 years post meeting my current partner, who is still amazing. I have since learned how even though I thought I had a good marriage for 25 years, and I did, it was mainly because of the effort I put into our marriage, not anything my ex wife really did.
I realize this now because my current partner treats me much better than my ex-wife ever did. And while my ex didn't treat me badly, there was always a low grade level of drama that she would create. None of that happens with my current partner. My ex used to create issues about things I had supposedly done wrong, and I would have to apologize for some transgression I never really understood, that she couldn't even explain other than to say that if I really loved her, I would know.
I have since learned that I am a partner, not a mind reader. And that if I really love my partner, I will ask and listen and try to understand. And I used to do that and would get vague responses. Now, if anything ever goes wrong, I get clear explanations of how current partner is feeling and why, And frankly, nothing ever blows up because my partner communicates honestly and openly. It wasn't that my ex didn't try. It was that she was just incapable of understanding her own feelings. And frankly, some of those feelings I am sure were related to her unwillingness to accept that she thought cheating was bad, but then she started cheating so she had an internal conflict that she was unable to accept.
Regardless, my new partner is honest and direct, and there never are any guessing games with her. There never is any drama. That was something that I just was not used to and now I realize that I deserved to have been treated better because now I know what it is like to be truly loved and respected by my partner.
I don't regret my first marriage. It was much better than the marriages of most people I know. But I really am fortunate that my current partnership (we are not yet married but that is just a detail) is even better and has shown me what I deserve in a partner and how I deserve to be treated.
Thanks to all of you for your support and for those of you who are just embarking on this journey of recovering from being betrayed, I want you to know there is hope and that some of us do come out of this and grow as people and become even happier people who find the true love of our lives.

Doing laundry in a laundry room provided by an apartment complex in Denver, CO. I walked in and was in immediately into you. You were loading ur dryer. You were cute and also shy I think, so I asked how you were doing. Then I realized I forgot my soap. I said as much hoping to get a response, and I did, saying soap is critical to the process. I loved your response. It was slightly snarky and I loved that about it. I can take it, and you're right. I loved that you were cool, collected, and snarky. Then when I come back with soap, you just finishing taking everything out of ur dryer, I say, "I got it!" And I think I hear you giggle a little, then tell me to have a good night. You're cool, chill, snarky, AND kind, and now for some reason I think I've experienced love at first brief chat. I mean't to come back to the laundry room and try to meet you again so that I could get your name maybe. We had put our stuff in at the same time, so I knew when you'd return. I was prepared to come back; had my wallet ready to travel, but chose to wait to finish the episode I was watching on Hulu. I missed you. I saw you walking back to ur apartment as I glanced through my window about to head out. I was banking that you might not pickup your clothes so promptly. I was wrong. And that is even more attractive that you were right on time actually. I hope to see you again sometime. I want to get.to know you. Also, you're super cute.

Does anyone have access to RISO test chart no. 15?
Im installing new colors and I cant seem to make masters if its not that specific chart…? They’re coming out empty so I figured the first master must be the test chart…?

I got a cyst “removed” from my head last week by my family practice doctor. The cyst was honestly pretty small, but it was painful and growing. After examining the cyst, my doctor told me that she was going to use a punch biopsy to remove the cyst because it was so small. I was skeptical of her approach, because I work in surgery, and that just didn’t seem like a good approach, but I figured if it was going to work, then whatever. She punched it, and then used tweezers to pull “the sack” out and put in two stitches. As I said, I work in surgery, and have worked with this doctor in surgery, so she said I could take the stitches out myself. After the removal, I felt the area, and it felt like the cyst was still in there, but I thought it might’ve been the stitches. I had a coworker remove the stitches for me, and she said it looked pretty oozy, which was a little off putting. I felt the area after and there was still a lump, but I thought it was swelling. I noticed over the weekend that there was a scab-like spot over the area. Today the “scab” felt more prominent, so I looked at it in the mirror, and it looked like a scab/dead skin that was sticking straight up. I pulled on it to get it off, and it just kept coming out, until I heard a pop, only to realize that I had just ACTUALLY pulled out the cyst, meaning my doctor didn’t take out anything… they just took a chunk of skin… I now have a large hole in my head, and the cyst sack is still in my head. I can’t go back to that doctor for a couple of weeks because I am out of town, and now I don’t know what to do. I just messaged my doctor to explain what happened.
Is this anything worthy of pursuing with the facility I went to, saying as though I was billed for a procedure that didn’t actually take place? Or is it not worth my time? Is there anything legal I can do about this?
Should I go to an urgent care to have a stitch or two put in my head until I can see a different doctor, or should I not do that because the sack will be “sealed” closed when it heals…? I don’t know what to do…

The first time around I want you to know I felt like I was going to die.
There on my roommates gray couch hunched over the moment you walked out with a pain that made me pale in comparison of the woman you thought I was
Or The woman you had in mind
Replaying in my minds eye every day. For a year. From which I have found no meaning- yet endless meaning even here
The second I can’t even think about
As I watched you walk out my front door knowing in instinct I would be seeing you once more. I cried myself to sleep that night and stayed up all night long
Tried to beg you for another chance Tried to imagine it’s an unwritten song
But the third
Was when I knew it was different.
Because I don’t want to remember you - at all. I don’t want to look back and remember what I once thought we had, or how you led me around ever corner of happiness; whispering sweet omissions in my ears; how the touch of your hand in mine fulfilled the gaps in side me from years
How I could picture you as my husband to a a couple of brown hair babies - how I would’ve converted to Judaism for because I believe God is connected to you - and I would be honored to be too.
But the holes in my broken heart pushed you away
Of abuse neglect, rape, list goes on
But to me you and I were always in a song.
I don’t want to forget you. I feel I have to
But I suppose that means forgetting a piece of me- and I am on a mission to find all my pieces.
My shimmering splinters of sky and hold them close
Maybe someday they’ll come back
together. Maybe not
But all I can hope for now is that by then, I will have forgot.
Someday I hope that changes and I can find my person too - but some days I can’t help but find myself still dreaming about you

With Tatum a shell of himself, visibly in pain after drives and unable to move on the perimeter, the role of lead shot creator fell to Jaylen for the night. It reminded me of a late season throwaway game against the Raptors where Tatum sat out, and we got a glimpse of Jaylen as the number one option. That night should have been a warning.
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Because Tatum was out the Raptors put their best wing defender on Brown, who didn't even try him in isolation, instead opting for pick and rolls most trips down the court. He had some sweet finishes against Poeltl in drop, but didn't find many passing opportunities and struggled to create separation. He finished with 25 points on 29 shots and 5 assists. The Celtics scored 95 points.
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That's only one meaningless game, and JB wasn't the only one who sat, but I remember watching it with genuine curiosity about how Jaylen would look with a bigger role, and the result underscored flaws in his game that have been apparent for some time. He struggles to create easy shots for himself and others, and while he's excellent at converting half-chances into points with shot making and athleticism, I'm not sure how much impact he can have with so little creation.
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Advanced metrics bare this out too:

• EPM, the best available all in one metric ranks him as the 62nd best offensive player in the league, behind the likes of Myles Turner, Spencer Dinwiddie, and Derrick White.
• RAPM needs multiple seasons of data to be accurate, but is the gold standard of one number metrics when fed enough info. It views Jaylen as the 159th best offensive player over the past 3 years.
• This season, the Celtics scored 1.20 points per possession with both Jays, 1.22 ppp with Tatum and no Jaylen, 1.14 ppp with Jaylen and no Tatum, and 1.10 ppp with neither

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Even with all of this said, Jaylen's scoring is still key to Boston's offensive gameplan and we have his bird rights, so it might seem like a no-brainer to extend him given that it feels like we're so close to breaking through, but the new collective bargaining agreement makes the decision less clear-cut. Simply put, if we sign Jaylen to the supermax, our supporting cast could wither away in the years to come, risking to close our window of contention as the Jays enter their peak years. For the Jays to win with diminished depth, Jaylen brown will have to be a high-volume creator worthy of the supermax.
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I'm scared of what will happen if we go all in on Jaylen Brown under this new CBA.

Idk where to go, as I dont have a therapist now and I don’t know if this will even help but
A year before March of 2020 was when i first met my little angel. I love cats. i’ve had cats growing up for as long as I can remember. but something about this cat was different. my family had found him as a rescue, we often did this. but unlike any orher cat I was in love. he followed me everywhere and I couldnt stop loving him. i made the most amazing memories with him and he helped me through the absolute hardest point in my life. i was goong through so much but he was my constant. he loved me and we would play games together. he was just so smart. he could even handshake. Eventually i got with the man who is now my husband and because of my home life i was rarely there. My mom would never let out cats stay inside so Kurtis grew up outside. i had begged and begged her to get him fixed as soon as possible but she didnt. and when the age hit he stopped coming home. the last time I saw him was the last time i was really staying there and i’m crying as i write this. i am so heart broken. i will never know what happen to him and whe will never know what happened to me. i miss him so much and every time i think about him all i want for him is that he as happy as when we were together.
i am crying so much.any advice will do. thank you

Canadian here.
09 Lexus awd 247,xxx km/ 153,xxx miles. Automatic
10 Corolla 215,xxx km/ 133,xxx miles. Automatic, comes with winters not sure if 1.8 or 2.5 or w.e
13 Jetta tdi 250 xxx km/ 155,xxx miles automatic
Cant be dumping money into it rn for a couple months. Life got a bit messy got kicked out house and lost my job (family business) yay. Never work for family
I can drive manual if it has better transmission