#-sparked them. you know that thing men do where when it’s socially correct to cry (eg winning a sports award) they cry for everything? that

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One of my favourite things from Adventure Time is the ending portion of two episodes in specific.

The first episode I’ll mention is S5E49: Bad Timing (the episode where LSP reconnects with her old classmate and she’s feeling him but in a fit of envy she basically blips him out of existence by mistake using PB’s invention). The final thing we get before the end credits is PB pouring herself a drink in the Candy Tavern.

The second one is S9E14: Three Buckets (Finn and Fern’s relationship comes to its first breaking point, Finn kills Fern, Uncle Gumbald collects Fern’s remains). Now, I love this episode enough that I could go on and on about it, but that’s not why we’re here. The important part for me right is how it ends. How Finn gets home, and you can tell from the way he’s holding himself that he had shoved everything away just to focus on getting home, and then he breaks down as Jake and BMO rush to his side.

Wow. Just wow.

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Ch 14 - The Bottle Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist 

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: A quick job on a time limit to save McRory's pub from an Irish loan shark.

Words: 4256

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I sat at the bar at McRory’s, watching the crowd celebrate and honor the pub’s former owner, Mr. McRory himself. His passing would spark sorrow and mourning, but many in this neighborhood chose to line that sorrow with joy, remembering his life, with a drink, of course. Nate invited the rest of the crew over to share in the solemn festivities, and I watched as Nate walked them through the pub, explaining some of the history and context surrounding the celebration and the pub itself. 

He finally meandered over to where I was sitting, “This was my father’s office, right here.” He gestured to the spot next to me, “He held court there, on that stool, and… I grew up in this place.”

“It must have been an interesting education,” Hardison commented. 

I recalled some of the stories Nate told me about Grandad Jimmy, they were morally questionable at times, but interesting for sure. 

“Yup, better than prep school,” Nate said. 

Eliot turned his attention to me, “Did you grow up here too?”

I shrugged, “I mean, everyone here was certainly family, but it was nothing like Nate. And, you know, times change.”

Eliot nodded. 

“What kind of crook was your dad?” Parker asked bluntly. 

I laughed before I could stop myself while Hardison tried to correct her on social etiquette. 

But that didn’t stop Nate from answering, “He… ran numbers.”

“Let me get this straight,” Eliot said. “You stopped stealing, you stopped drinking, and you moved upstairs from a thief bar?”

“He did,” Parker answered, “I get that. You don’t get that? Why does nobody get that?”

“The thing about it is that, now, it’s just a neighborhood bar,” Nate said, ignoring Parker, “but I mean, back in the day, you never knew who you were drinking next to. You know, the mob on one side, the law on the other.”

“Times have changed,” Hardison said, mirroring my earlier statement. 

“Well, you know, not that much,” Nate commented, and pointed towards a girl behind the bar,  “Cora, I remember the day she was born, she grew up here too. She turned out alright, huh Cora?”

She seemed stressed and nearly distraught as she grabbed money from the register and dashed towards the backrooms, not answering Nate. 

“Ooh,” Eliot commented, a little excited, “Redheads burn the hottest, don’t they?”

Nate gave him a subtle glare, “Easy, she’s like my niece.”

“It’s not like your daughter though,” he replied cautiously. “Besides, you already have a niece.”

I looked at him, slightly annoyed, “You really don’t know how families work, do you Eliot?”

“The point is, she’s like my niece,” Nate repeated, “and I don’t want you to like my niece.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that abundantly clear.”

They continued to argue a bit, but I watched Cora as she confronted a man, shoving the bundle of money she had into his chest. 

“Guys,” I said softly from between them, nodding to what was going on in the back of the pub. They quieted down and watched as one of the men counted the money and Cora dashed out of the pub, clearly crying and without a coat despite the snow outside. I looked at Nate and he gave me a nod. I stood to go after her when he stopped me for a moment. 

“Bring her up to your place, okay?”

“Yeah, meet you there. If you don’t have the key, Parker can get you in.”

Cora has always been a straight shooter, standing up for what was right, but not afraid of getting her hands dirty. Something must be seriously wrong for her to be this upset. It’s understandable since both her parents have passed, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so distressed. Luckily, she didn’t run too far, just standing at the front corner of the building as she cried, trying to compose herself. I instantly saw her shivering in the cold, so I went up and hugged her, both for comfort and warmth. 

“Hey,” I soothed, “I don’t know what’s going on, but let’s head up to my apartment, me and Nate are going to try and fix it okay?”

I felt her nod into my shoulder, so I guided her towards the stairs. Cora would sometimes come up to my apartment if either of us were stressed, or just needed some girl time. I tried to keep her out of the con stuff as much as possible, because though she knew the lay of the land, especially growing up in the pub, she didn’t want to be too involved with it. Still, we had some fun evenings on my living room couch which is why I think Nate wanted me to bring her there. Somewhere comfortable for her. 

Once we got up to my apartment, I sat her down and she explained the situation to me and Nate. The others stood back, but listened. She explained that the man she was giving money to was an Irish guy named Mark Doyle. He told her that her dad took out a loan from him about a year ago. She didn’t think it was true, but with her mom diagnosed with cancer at the time, he needed help with bills, though her dad told her he had it under control.

“I could have stopped this!” She cried. 

“No, no, no, listen,” Nate comforted, “This guy, Doyle, he’s a loan shark. I don’t think you could have helped, but maybe we can.” 

“No, he wants fifteen thousand in the next two hours, Nate, or he’s taking the bar” she emphasized. “I can’t get that kind of money. In two hours!?”

“It's okay,” Nate assured, “Why don’t you go back downstairs and tend to the guests and everything. We’ll try to figure something out here.”

She agreed and thanked us. She gave me one last hug before leaving. 

“We are going to figure this out, okay? Maybe I’ll be able to come down and help at the bar too. We’ve got you,” I reassured before letting go. 

Once she was out of my apartment Parker asked, “Why don’t we just send her to the police? I mean, I don’t use them, but this is what they're for, right?”

“No, if Cora says to the police that she owes Doyle money,” Nate explained, “Doyle denies it, six months later he comes and burns down the bar. And that’s assuming that he doesn’t have a couple of local police on the arm.”

“That’s what sucks about the credit crunch,” Hardison said. “Honest people can’t get loans, sharks move in. Twelve points on the interest every month, there’s no way to get out from under that.” 

“I don’t care,” Eliot said. “You don’t collect debts at a wake. You just don’t do it.” He paused, “Want me to go downstairs? Break this guy's knees?”

“Kinda,” I commented. Anyone who messes with family, with someone like Cora, didn’t deserve to walk with a pep in their step, in my book at least. Or in this case, walk at all. 

Eliot stood at my word, ready to follow through, but Nate stopped him. 

“No, we need some reconnaissance. Like, you know, why is this Irish loan shark here, and what is this two hour time table?” He asked thoughtfully. “Why don’t you call Tara, tell her we have a job.”

Eliot groaned as Parker went to do so. 

I put my hair up and out of the way, ready to work, “I’m going to go help Cora out at the bar while we wait for her.” I grabbed my earbud and slid it into place, “Let me know if you need anything, or any updates.” 

The others put in their own earbuds as I walked out the door. 

“You know how to work at a bar?” Hardison asked me through comms as I made my way down the stairs. 

“Yeah, I went to school out here and worked here in the pub. I would occasionally pick up shifts for Cora and her dad while I was freelancing too,” I responded. I got down to the bar and I started pouring and running drinks once I told Cora I was there to help out. 

I noticed Tara arrived, and Nate gave her some quick instructions on who the target was and that she needed to get information from him. She quickly adjusted her outfit and came over to order a drink. I poured it for her and she instantly got Doyles attention. 

So the game begins. 

Parker swiped his passport and Hardison ran it to find that Doyle was completely off-grid financial-wise. His dad, however, was found to run the family loan shark business and used to kill people for the IRA, aka the terrorist organization, the Irish Republican Army. Overall, a scary family. 

Tara found out that Doyle convinced his dad to expand the business to Boston. After Hardison found that he was leaving town that night, which explained the deadline, Tara pulled out of him that he had a so-called performance review, which explained why he needed the cash. He needed to repay his dad for the investment and prove that his branch was profitable. 

Tara slipped away to talk strategy with everyone else and I poured Doyle a couple drinks upon his request. I listened to the others discuss what to do. We couldn’t just steal the note that held the McRory contract, that could cause more problems. The question was, could we con him in two hours. 

Nate asked everyone for cash, Tara to set the hook, and Eliot to check what sports games were on. Well, it seemed like he already had a plan. Parker caught on to the con Nate wanted to run, she called it ‘the wire.’ The others argued that it wasn’t possible to pull off in the time we had, but Nate was insistent that it would work. 

I glanced at Doyle who was tapping his hand against the bar absentmindedly as he kept looking back at where the bathrooms were. “Whatever you guys decide to do, make it quick please, Doyle is getting a little antsy. At least send Tara back down.”

Everyone finally agreed, though not confidently, and Tara came down to entertain Doyle some more. Nate gave me a quick rundown of the plan, Hardison would delay the sports feed in the bar and give Nate live updates on what was going on. Nate would make a betting game with Doyle, and hopefully con him into giving us the bar. In order for this to work though, Nate needed some cash to bet with. 

“Look man,” Hardison said, “it is nine pm on a Friday night. All the banks are closed.”

“ATMs,” Parker suggested. 

“Daily withdrawal limit,” Hardison rebuffed. 

“Oh my gosh, how much cash do you need?” I asked. I’ve only reached that limit a couple of times, but it's usually a decent chunk of change to get there.

Nobody answered me. Hardison rattled off what he could do with electronic financials, but that physical cash was a whole different story. Hardison eventually said that they needed to use their emergency fund. I heard scrambling around until they said they had it. I didn’t know where Parker or Eliot’s stash was, but apparently Hardison’s was inside the ‘Old Nate’ painting that he brought all the way from LA.

Eliot came downstairs with bundles of cash and handed it to Nate. 

“That’s a little over nine grand. Is that enough?” He asked.

I tried not to show it in my face my reaction to just handing over that much cash as I served another customer. 

“I don’t need enough to win, just enough to lose. It's perfect,” Nate replied. 

I scoffed as I turned away from the guests to grab a bottle of liquor, “My mindset about money has clearly not shifted yet to cope with how much money is involved in this job.”

Nate scared Tara off by playing a slimy ex boyfriend, catching Doyle’s attention. He then established himself as a local bookie, taking on the role Grandad Jimmy had, sitting in his spot no less. Doyle suggested betting on the basketball game, and Nate made sure to lose the first few bets. It continued like this for a while until Doyle noticed that Nate hadn't been drinking with him.

“What, you too good to drink with me?” Doyle asked in his thick Irish accent.

Nate tried to deny it, but he wouldn’t have it. 

“I’m not bettin’ again if you have the advantage over me, Jimmy boy.”

At that moment, it seemed that everything in the pub slowed down. I made eye contact with Eliot before turning my gaze to Nate. He had been doing so well since coming out to Boston; hadn’t had a drop. But as he lifted his gaze, giving Doyle and himself excuses as to why he should drink, he looked at me and then shifted over to Cora. I knew that he felt he had to do it. As much as he loved me and the team, he couldn’t give up on a con once he’s started, let alone one so personal.

I looked away before he took that first sip, but we all knew that he took it. 

“So this is…” Tara said after a significant length of the silence. 

“Not good,” Hardison finished. 

I distracted myself from Nate’s breaking of sobriety with what Hardison and Tara were working on. Hardison seemed to think that he could triangulate the location of Doyle’s office with the help of his goons’ phones which Parker swiped along with Doyle’s ledger. Tara was decoding that, determining just how big of a problem this guy was. 

“You know how to read that?” Parker asked her.

“Yeah, I trained in cryptog–” she stopped, “nevermind.”

“Cryptography?” I asked, “You might have to teach me something, that sounds interesting.”

“Look at you, busy bee,” she commented, clearly still focused on the ledger. 

“Well, you know,” I said as I picked up some empty glasses from tables, “I like to learn. I’m trying to pick stuff up from everybody so I’m not too much of a burden. I think all that’s left now is for Eliot to teach me how to knock out Hardison.”

“That can be arranged,” Eliot replied, humorously making eye contact with me behind the goons’ back as he entertained them with darts. 

“Hey now,” Hardison cut in, clearly offended, between giving Nate cues. 

It was coming to the end of the basketball game when Hardison told us that Doyle was much more ingrained into the neighborhood than we thought. He also gave Nate the final bet of the game. 

Nate had won back all and more of the cash, strategically to the point where the two of them did an all in bet for the last few seconds of the game. Nate had his ten thousand and baited Doyle to offer up the note for the bar. Nate waited long enough to place the bet that the rest of us were sweating. 

Finally, he placed it and won back the pub.

We all heaved a sigh of relief, with Hardison cheering in my ear. I watched as Doyle and Nate shook hands, and the former stood to go join his goons. I looked at Cora and smiled, which she caught. I nodded at her, trying to show her that we had it figured out, that we fixed it. Cora smiled back at me, seemingly more relaxed as she continued to serve drinks. 

“We got lucky on that one,” Eliot said, meeting up with Nate and Parker as he walked towards the back of the bar. 

“We’re not letting him go,” Nate said. 

“But we saved the bar,” Parker reminded him. 

“We’re not letting him go,” he repeated, “the night’s just getting started.” 

I set down the dirty glasses I was gathering and followed them. Nate explained to us how if Doyle goes back to his dad with all that cash, they were going to expand with more money and muscle to the point where the Doyle’s were going to be on every corner with no way to remove them. 

“How can you be sure?” Eliot asked. 

“Because that’s what my father did,” Nate said simply. “I know this guy, know what he’s about. Right now, right here, this is the time to put a spike in him, for good. It’s our only shot.”

“Nate? Do you have another con up your sleeve?” Hardison asked. 

He stuttered around yeses and nos, “This one’s maybe a little bit more, well, impossible.”

“Lovely,” I said.

He told Tara to stall Doyle and I went to help if I could. Nate pulled Eliot and Parker into the storage room to explain the rough gameplan. We were going to pull Doyle into a high stakes poker game, hopefully be able to snag Doyle’s money and have him leave with all his money on the table. That was, if Hardison could find Doyle’s office and grab all of his other cash, and we somehow make a high stakes poker game when we neither had high stakes or a poker game. 

I cleaned up the bar before Tara came walking in again, immediately catching Doyle’s attention. She made an excuse about him not being able to leave due to the weather, and he suggested they check the weather on the news. 

I heard Hardison scramble to put together something to spoof the weather channel before they could get the TV up and running. Tara asked me for the remote since I had taken it from off the bar when I was cleaning. I made a show of looking around, stalling to give Hardison some time, before I ‘found’ it and handed it to Tara. She then was able to extend the time even further by having the remote ‘not work’ and ‘need batteries.’ 

I had walked off by then so they couldn’t ask me for some more. When Doyle finally fiddled with it enough before trying it again, I was pleasantly surprised to see Hardison on the screen giving a bogus weather forecast, grounding any flights that Doyle planned to catch. 

“The next time y’all call me,” Hardison said once the TV was turned off, “it better be for something easy, like faking a moon landing!”

I laughed while Nate walked past me with Cora to the backroom where a much smaller staked poker game than what we needed was going on. Nate explained what the plan was to Cora so she could introduce him to the poker game. Nate, with the help of Cora, was able to convince the men to play along in his little act and let him and Doyle join. 

Meanwhile, Tara was using some sort of reverse psychology on Doyle to get him to want into the game and cheat Nate out of his money. Though, I don’t think that last desire was all that hard to instill. 

Once they began playing, there wasn’t much for me to pay attention to since Nate’s plan was similar to the first betting game he had with Doyle. Lose slowly, then, once Eliot and Parker were able to grab Doyle’s cash from their warehouse, play with Doyle’s own money until Doyle left every penny on the table, running home to daddy with nothing. Since we hadn’t gotten to that point yet, I focused on the bar, serving drinks, and cleaning up. It brought me back to my college days a little bit. I still worried, but the topic of that worry was much different, and seemed so small now. 

I tuned out all the commotion that was going on between the poker game and Parker and Eliot breaking into a safe until Parker walked into the pub with the cash. It didn’t take long at all for Doyle to notice that it was his money that Nate was trying to play with. I heard a click that suspiciously sounded like a gun being cocked.

“Hey, Doyle, what are you getting so upset for, we’re just playing a little game here,” Nate said quickly. 

“I know exactly what game you’re playing,” Doyle said, “You’re all playing it together, with my money. This is my mark. I’ve just spent the last year running the only bank that would lend to any plank and neddy in this hole. And I mark every damn dollar I collected like so.”

“Did we know he did that?” I asked the group. 

I got a few noncommittal muttered responses that I concluded was a no. 

���So you’re a loan shark,” one of the other poker players said, Micky I think. 

“Aye, I’m a loan shark. And these are my teeth, no one cheats a Doyle.”

“Do you need someone in there Nate?” I asked, it sounded like it was getting nasty in there. I’m sure Eliot could go in there and kick his ass, but I also knew that Cora and her dad kept at least a shotgun behind the bar, just in case. 

“Woah woah woah,” Nate said, “I’d put that thing down unless you wanna get killed. You don’t know who these guys are.” 

I took the response as he had it under control, but I didn’t go back to serving, I tucked myself in a corner, closer to the back so I could pay better attention. 

“I know exactly who they are,” Doyle yelled, “a bunch of local thicks you recruited for this little game of yours! Well, game’s over boys. Start handing over your money.”

“I’d put that gun down, if I were you,” Mickey said.

“What? This another prop for your wee game?”

“Yeah, and this is a prop I got from the Boston Police Department,” he responded with a gun cocking click of his own. “Point that gun at me again, and I’ll be calling my friend at the coroner’s office.”

“Yeah, sounds like you have it under control,” I said with a slightly amused huff. 

The other poker players were introduced as other high ranking members of the force and recalled the crimes Doyle confessed to when he thought they were local crime bosses. He gave them a couple breaks in some organized crime cases. 

“Fair enough,” he said. “How’s about I walk away with what’s mine, you walk away with what’s yours. And for your understanding, I’ll make a little contribution to your retirement funds?”

Before the cops could respond, I heard a shuffle that sounded like someone being slammed onto the table. If I had a guess, it was Doyle hitting the table. 

“Alright, now listen to me, this is what you’re gonna do,” Nate said in a scarily steady and determined voice, but it had a quality to it that only really came out when he was drunk and upset. “You’re gonna leave this bar, you’re gonna get out of town, and you’re going to go home to daddy and tell him that your business went bust. Or I will call him and tell him that you gambled away all his profits to a room full of cops. You will never step foot in this town again or they will throw your ass in jail. Understood?” There was a pause where Doyle didn’t object. “Yeah, and one more thing.”

There was a sickening crack and Doyle screaming in pain. A moment later Doyle was rushing out of the room and out of the bar in a way I could only describe as his tail between his legs. His goons weren’t very far behind him, trying to catch up. 

I peeked my head into the room right as Mickey told Nate, “You’re exactly like your father.”

“Everything okay in here?” I asked, feigning naivety as to what happened before. 

Nate sighed, “Yes, we’re all fine, birdie.”

Tara started gathering all the cash that sat on the table, “So I guess this is all evidence, huh? It’ll never make it back to the people it belongs to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mickey said deliberately after a thoughtful moment. “I’ve been at the movies all night long.”

“Me and Johnny had tickets to the game today,” the one to the right of Mickey said as they all gathered their coats. 

“Great game,” Johnny said with a joyful thumbs up as he followed the other two out the back door. 

Tara handed Nate the ledger so we could sort out who and how much. It took another couple of hours to get all of that sorted out, but we were able to get everyone’s money returned to them. 

“I can’t believe you actually pulled this off in two hours,” Tara said as I approached the table where she, Eliot, and Nate were sitting. 

“Hour and a half,” Nate corrected and said to Eliot, “Softening.”

“Definitely softening,” he replied. 

“Everything squared away,” Nate asked Hardison, Parker, and I. 

“Yup,” Hardison confirmed, “Every last dollar.”

“Every last one,” Parker repeated, much more reluctantly. 

Cora came over with a tray of shots on the house as a thank you. Nate declined, saying that he wanted to go to bed. Hardison quickly vetoed that idea, insisting that Nate stayed there while he went to clean up his apartment. He asked for our help to clean up but everyone declined, leaving the pub quickly to avoid it. 

I decided to have pity on him and yawned, “Fine, Hardison, I’ll help, but you’ve only got me for half an hour and then I’m gonna crash.”

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No Man’s Land - an essay on feminism and forgiveness

I have always proudly named myself a feminist, since I was a little girl and heard my mum proudly announcing herself as a feminist to anyone who would listen.

But I believe the word 'feminist' takes on a false identity in our collective imagination - it is seen as hard, as baked, severe, steadfast, stubborn and rooted. From a male perspective, it possibly means abrasive, or too loud, or intimidatingly intolerant of men. From a female perspective, though, these traits become revered by young feminists; the power of knowing what you think and never rolling over! My experience of being a feminist throughout my life has been anything but - it has been a strange and nebulous aspect of my identity; it has sparked the familiar fires of bravery, ambition, rage, sadness and choking inarticulacy at times, sure, but at other times it has inspired apathy, reactionary attitudes, bravado and dismissivness. And at other, transitive times, it caused me to rethink my entire outlook on the world. And then again. And then again.

In primary school, I read and re-read Sandi Toksvig’s book GIRLS ARE BEST, which takes the reader through the forgotten women of history. I didn’t feel angry - I felt awed that there were female pirates, women on the front line in the world wars, women at the forefront of invention, science and literature. I still remember one line, where it is revealed that NASA’s excuse for only hiring six women astronauts compared to hundreds of men was that they didn’t stock suits small enough. 

When I was 13, I tried to start a girl's rugby team at my school. I got together 15 girls who also wanted to form a team. We asked the coaches if they would coach us - their responses varied from 'maybes' to straight up 'no's. The boys in our year laughed at us publicly. We would find an old ball, look up the rules online, and practise ourselves in free periods - but the boys would always come over, make fun of us and take over the game until we all felt too insecure to carry on. I shouted at a lot of boys during that time, and got a reputation among them as someone who was habitually angry and a bit of a buzzkill. Couldn't take a joke - that kind of thing.

When I was around 16, I got my first boyfriend. He was two years older (in his last year of sixth form) and seemed ever so clever to me. He laughed about angry feminists, and I laughed too. He knew I classified myself as a feminist, but, you know, a cool one - who doesn't get annoyed, and doesn't correct their boyfriends' bulging intellects. And in any case, whenever I did argue with him about anything political or philosophical, he would just chant books at me, list off articles he'd read, mention Kant and say 'they teach that wrong at GCSE level'. So I put more effort into researching my opinions (My opinions being things like - Trump is a terrible person who should not be elected as President - oh yeah, it was 2016), but every time I cited an article, he would tell me why that article was wrong or unreliable. I couldn't win. He was a Trump supporter (semi-ironically, but that made it even worse somehow) and he voted Leave in the Brexit referendum. He also wouldn't let me get an IUD even though I had terrible anxiety about getting pregnant, because of his parents' Catholicism. He sulked if he ever got aroused and then I didn’t feel like having sex, because apparently it ‘hurts’ men physically. One time I refused sex and he sulked the whole way through the night, refusing to sleep. I was incensed, and felt sure that my moral and political instincts were right, but I had been slowly worn down into doubting the validity of my own opinions, and into cushioning his ego at every turn - especially when he wasn't accepted into Oxford.

When I was 17/18, I broke up with him, and got on with my A Levels. One of them was English Literature. I remember having essay questions drilled into us, all of which were fairly standard and uninspired, but there was one that I habitually avoided:

'Discuss the presentation of women in this extract'

It irritated me beyond belief to hear the way that our class were parroting phrases like 'commodification and dehumanisation of women' in order to get a good grade. It felt so phony, so oversimplified, and frankly quite insulting. I couldn't bear reading classic books with the intent of finding every instance that the author compares a woman to an animal. It made me so sad! I couldn't understand how the others could happily write about such things and be pleased with their A*. As a keen contributor to lessons, my teacher would often call on me to comment in class - and to her surprise, I think, my responses about 'women's issues' were always sullen and could be characterised by a shrug. I wanted to talk about macro psychology, about Machievellian villains, about Shakespreare's subversion of comic convention in the English Renaissance. I absolutely did not want to talk about womb imagery, about men’s fixation and sexualisation of their mothers or about docile wives. In my application for Cambridge, I wrote about landscape and the psyche in pastoral literature, and got an offer to study English there. I applied to a mixed college - me and my friends agreed that we’d rather not go if we got put into an all female college. 

When I was 19, I got a job as an actor in a touring show in my year out before starting at Cambridge. I was the youngest by a few years. One company member - a tall, handsome and very talented man in his mid-twenties - had the exact same job title as me, only he was being paid £100 more than me PER WEEK. I was the only company member who didn’t have an agent, so I called the producers myself to complain. They told me they sympathised, that there just wasn’t enough money in the budget to pay me more - and in the end, I managed to negotiate myself an extra £75 per week by taking on the job of sewing up/fixing any broken costumes and puppets. So I had more work, and was still being paid 25% less. The man in question was a feminist, and complained to his agent (although he fell through on his promise to demand that he lose £50 a week and divide it evenly between us). He was a feminist - and yet he commented on how me and the other woman in the company dressed, and told us what to wear. He was a feminist, only he slept with both of us on tour, and lied to us both about it. He was a feminist, only he pitted me against and isolated me from the only other woman in the company, the only person who may have been a mentor or a confidante. He was a feminist, only he put me down daily about my skills as a performer and made me doubt my intelligence, my talent and my worth. 

When I was 20, I started at Cambridge University, studying English Literature. Over the summer, I read Lundy Bancroft’s book ‘Why Does He Do That’ which is a study of abusers and ‘angry and controlling men’. It made me realise that I had not been given the tools to recognise coercive and controlling behaviour - I finally stopped blaming myself for attracting controlling men into my life. I also read ‘Equal’ by Carrie Gracie, about her fight to secure equal pay for equal work at the BBC in 2017-2019. It was reading that book that I fully appreciated that I had already experienced illegal pay discrimination in the workplace. Both made me cry in places, and it felt as though something had thawed in me. I realised that I was not the exception. That ‘women’s issues’ do apply to me. In my first term at Cambridge, I wrote some unorthodox essays. I wrote one on Virginia Woolf named ‘The Dogs Are Dancing’ which began with a page long ‘disclaimer for my womanly emotions’ that attempted to explain to my male supervisor how difficult it is for women to write dispassionately and objectively, as they start to see themselves as unfairly separate, excluded and outlined from the male literary consciousness. He didn’t really understand it, though he enjoyed the passion behind my prose. 

The ‘woman questions’ at undergraduate level suddenly didn’t seem as easy, as boring or as depressing as those I had encountered at A Level. I had to reconcile with the fact that I had only been exposed to a whitewashed version of feminism throughout my life. At University, I learned the word Intersectionality - and it made immediate and ferocious sense to me. I wrote an essay on Aphra Behn’s novella ‘Oroonoko’, which is about a Black prince and his pursuit of Imoinda, a Black princess. I had to get to grips with how a feminist author from the Renaissance period tackled issues of race. I had to examine how she dehumanised and sexualised Imionda in the same way that white women were used to being treated by men. I had to really question to what extent Aphra Behn was on Imionda’s side - examine the violent punishment of Oroonoko for mistreating her. I found myself really wanting to believe that Behn had done this purposefully as social commentary. I mentioned in my essay that I was aware of my own white female critical ingenuity. For the first time, I was writing about something I didn’t have any personal authority over in my life - I had to educate myself meticulously in order to speak boldly about race.

As I found myself surrounded by more women who were actively and unashamedly feminist, I realised just how many opinions exist within that bracket. I realised that I didn’t agree with a lot of other feminists about aspects of the movement. I started to only turn up to lectures by women. I started to only read literary criticism written by women - not even consciously; I just realised that I trusted their voices more intrinsically. I started to wish I had applied to an all female college. I realised that all female spaces weren’t uncool - that is an image that I had learned from men, and from trying to impress men. The idea that Black people, trans people, that non binary people could be excluded from feminism seemed completely absurd to me. I ended up in a mindset that was constructed to instinctively mistrust men. Not hate - just mistrust. I started to get fatigued by explaining basic feminist principles to sceptical men.

I watched the TV show Mrs America. It made my heart speed up with longing, with awe, with nerves, sorrow, anger - again, it showed me how diverse the word Feminism is. The longing I felt was for a time where feminist issues seemed by comparison clear-cut, and unifying. A time where it was good to be angry, where anger got stuff done. I am definitely angry. The problem is, the times that feminism has benefitted me and others the most in my life is when I use it forgivingly and patiently. When I sit in my anger, meditate on it, control it, and talk to those I don’t agree with on subjects relating to feminism with the active intent to understand their point of view. Listening to opinions that seemed so clearly wrong to me was the most difficult thing in the world - but it changed my life, and once again, it changed my definition of feminism. 

Feminism is listening to Black women berating white feminists, and rather than feeling defensive or exempt, asking questions about how I have contributed to a movement that excludes women of colour. Feminism is listening to my mother’s anxieties about trans women being included in all-female spaces, and asking her where those anxieties stem from. Feminism is understanding that listening to others who disagree with you doesn’t endanger your principles - you can walk away from that conversation and know what you know. Feminism is checking yourself when you undermine or universalise male emotion surrounding the subject. Feminism is allowing your mind to change, to evolve, to include those that you once didn’t consider - it is celebrating quotas, remembering important women, giving thanks for the fact that feminism is so complex, so diverse, so fraught and fought over. 

Feminism is common ground. It is no man’s land. It is the space between a Christian housewife and a liberated single trans woman. It is understanding women of other races, other cultures, other religions. It is disabled women, it is autistic women, it is trans men who have biologically female medical needs that are being ignored. It is forgiveness for our selfishness. It feels impossible.

The road to feminism is the road to enlightenment. It is the road to Intersectional equity. It is hard. It is a journey. No one does it perfectly. It is like the female orgasm - culturally ignored, not seen as necessary, a mystery even to a lot of women, many-layered, multitudinous, taboo, comes in waves. It is pleasure, and it is disappointment. 

All I know is that the hard-faced, warrior version of feminism that was my understanding only a few years ago reduced my allies and comrades in arms to a small group of people who were almost exaclty like me and so agreed with me on almost everything. Flexible, forgiving and inquisitive feminism has resulted in me loving all women, and fighting for all women consciously. And by fighting for all women, I also must fight for Black civil rights, for disabled rights, for Trans rights, for immigrant rights, for homeless rights, for gay rights, and for all human rights because women intersect every one of these minorities. My scoffing, know-it-all self doing my A Levels could never have felt this kind of love. My ironic jokes about feminists with my first boyfriend could never have made any woman feel loved. My frustration that my SPECIFIC experience of misogyny as a white, middle-class bisexual woman didn’t feel related to the other million female experiences could never have facilitated unity, common ground, or learning to understand women that existed completely out of my experience as a woman.

My feminism has lead me to becoming friends with some of those boys who mocked me for wanting to play rugby, and with the woman that was vying with me over that man in the acting company for 8 months. It is slowly melting my resentment towards all men - it is even allowing me to feel sorry for the men who have mistreated me in the past. 

I guess I want to express in this mammoth essay post that so far my feminist journey has lead me to the realisation that if your feminism isn’t growing you, you aren’t doing it right. Perhaps it will morph again in the future. But for now, Feminism is a love of humanity, rather than a hatred of it. That is all. 

[sagara-megumi]

[Fanfic] Naruto - Family Ties: Prologue

I’ve been away for a week, so between preparations and the actual trip, I couldn’t start the SasuSaku Month on time. Also, I’m going to use it as a sort of excuse to finish a story I began a long, long time ago, so I probably won’t use all the prompts.

So, this is the prologue to said story but since Sasuke and Sakura are only mentioned in it, after asking the mods at @sasuxsakumonth for advice, I’m leaving it out of the Month and the prompts. I’ll be linking it to the first chapter when I post it.

Title: Family Ties

Rating: T/PG-13 (just to be safe)

Words: 1458

Notes: VERY IMPORTANT. When I started writing this years ago, I had just finished reading the manga up to what had been published at that time in my country (I think it was at the beginning of the last arc). Sakura’s parents hadn’t shown in the anime but they have a very important role in the story so, I invented names and appearances for them. And when I saw them in the film, I was quite disappointed so I preferred to stay loyal to my idea. It’s up to you to follow my creation or imagine them as in the anime; whatever you choose, it’ll be good.

As always, if you spot any mistakes, please tell me so I can correct them. I sincerely hope that you like it ^^

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PROLOGUE

Without making a noise, the woman turned on the bed and, propping herself on an elbow, leant her head on one of her hands, staring at the face of the man who slept beside her illuminated by the lights of the city, which filtered through the half-open curtains. Even after almost a year and a half, she could not explain what attracted her so much to him. Maybe it was his eyes, which were filled with tenderness each time he looked at her, or his smile, warm and fascinating, or his way of speaking, with a slightly hoarse voice, always soft and full of kindness.

With one finger, barely touching him, she traced his slightly angular features, his jaw, his slightly plump lips. Perhaps, it was simply that he was different from the men she had known in her life, cold, distant, proud. The only thing she was sure of was that she had not wanted a serious relationship after her divorce and leaving the family clan, and less with someone like him, but his character and his way of treating her had ended up making her fall in love. She did not know where they were going, or how long it would last, but she had decided that she would not worry about it, or regret it. She would enjoy that opportunity and she would love him until destiny decided to separate them.

He opened his eyes slowly, awakening from his slumber, and stared at her for a long time, watching her smile faintly. Since the beginning, she had seemed an unattainable woman, with her beauty and elegant manners, which betrayed her high social status. But when Providence had made them meet again and again, he had seen that behind that capable strong façade laid a deep sadness and a wounded heart. And something had driven him to want to help her move on. He did not even remember when that friendship that they had been building little by little on conversations and coffee had evolved into something much deeper, but he knew that he wanted her to keep on being a part of his life. His feelings now were very different from those he had felt, and he still did, for his first wife, whom he had loved with all his soul. However, he was aware that love at twenty was not the same as at forty, when other things were valued apart from passion, idealism and 'forever'.

“You should keep on sleeping,” she whispered, placing a hand on his chest.

“And you?”

“I'll do it when I get home. We had a meeting to plan the new decoration for the windows yesterday, so I went to bed very late, and I slept into the morning since I had an afternoon shift today.”

One more lie that stained their relationship. She was so used to them now that she did not get upset anymore when they left her mouth. In his eyes, she was a saleswoman in a department store from a city in southern Japan, her parents had died a long time ago, she had no siblings ... Perhaps the only truth she had said was related to her marriage, her children and her divorce although at that point, she was not sure of that either.

He sat down and leant back against the headboard, scratching his head with a sigh.

“What’s the matter, Akihiko-san?” she asked worried, sitting up too and pressing the sheet against her chest.

He shook his head negatively and looked at her hesitantly, and something twisted inside her, sweeping away the peace she felt and erasing the smile from her face.

So soon? She had just thought about when their affair would end, and apparently the moment had come only a few seconds later. Maybe it was her fate that things started to go wrong when she thought that she was about to touch happiness with the tips of her fingers. Like with her husband.

“Mikoto-san... I know that what I'm going to tell you is probably something you don’t expect and that once I’m finished you won’t want to see me again ...”

Her fingers fisted in the fabric that wrapped around her and she opened her mouth to stop him, but he continued talking and she swallowed with difficulty, waiting for the inevitable.

“I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about it a lot, it’s not a hasty decision... We are both mature people and we have gone through this experience before, so we won’t be taking blind steps... What I mean is...” she saw him smile faintly, as if embarrassed to make so many detours, and in spite of the news she was expecting, she could not help but feel some tenderness. “... I would like our relationship to continue for the rest of our lives, without having to meet with a schedule or in hotels because our children are at home...”

Mikoto opened her lips slightly, surprised to see the unexpected turn that everything was taking, and thought that if someone like her could cry, it would surely be very similar to what she was feeling at that moment.

“Would you do me the honour of marrying me?” seeing her lack of response, Akihiko continued, getting more nervous by the moment. "We-we don’t have to have a ceremony or anything like that, just register our names... and...”

He stuttered again, the spark in his eyes wavering for a moment, and the woman could not help a small laugh that stopped him, and made him blush and put his hand to the back of his neck.

“You don’t have to answer me now. I know it's an important decision, that you've been through a lot and that you surely want to talk about it with your children...”

“And what about you?”

He smiled softly.

“You're going to be surprised, but it was Sakura-chan who gave me the push I needed... A week ago she asked me if we hadn’t talked about marriage, and said that if we were serious, we should at least think about it...”

“It's a good girl.”

He nodded and for a moment he stared out the window into the city, lit by thousands of fluorescent signs, street lights and offices where people worked overtime, with a sweet and proud expression on his face, and she knew who was occupying his thoughts. And she did not mind sharing him with her at all.

She leant back next to him and rested her cheek on his shoulder, accompanying him in his silence. She knew that by his side she would be happy, her heart was screaming at her to accept, but there were two things that held her back: her children, who she knew did not agree with their relationship, and all the lies that would be revealed. Who knew how he would react to them, because even the best man’s heart could change if he discovered that everything he believed was false. And though apprehension was starting to invade her, it was she who had to take the next step, and she had to do it with all the consequences.

A warm hand covered hers, cold and pale, and she moved her head to look at him, meeting his eyes.

“If you decide to refuse, I want you to know that nothing will change. I’ll understand your reluctance and respect it.”

She closed her eyelids and smiled gratefully, certain that she would never find a man like him again. She wanted a life with him in a house full of warmth and sounds that spoke of love and family, to listen and to be heard, to make decisions together, to wait and to be awaited... Was that asking too much for a woman like her? Itachi was an adult and had become independent a few weeks ago, when he had taken over the international relations department of a major company, and Sasuke had only one year of high school left, after which, and knowing the attachment he had to his father, he would probably leave her too. Then, she would be alone and regretful about the decision that she was not brave enough to make.

She pressed her lips together and opened her eyes. The opportunity was there, within reach of her hands, she just had to take the risk. She took a breath and turned to him.

“Akihiko-san, before giving you an answer, I want you to know something... that I've been hiding from you” he looked at her seriously, with some concern reflecting on his features, and she crossed her hands tightly. “And if after listening to me, you don’t want to see me again, I’ll understand and accept your decision too.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[heyyemilyyarnold]

queer eye

After seeing countless people post about it, friends tell me they had plans to binge watch Season 2 all day, people posting selfies with their tissues as they watched, my curiosity was piqued. Very quickly, I saw why this show was such a hit. The humanity. The dignity. The transformations. I won’t go into all the reasons why the show is beautiful to me, but I will encourage you to check it out and see for yourself. + + + When I posted my own little shoutout to Queer Eye on my Instagram story, I got so many responses from people saying things like:

“soooo good!”

“MY FAVORITE SHOW!” 

“I literally cry so much watching this show.”

“oh my gosh girlfriend GET READYYY”

“this show is so freaking fantastic. i want to meet them and hug them. i just so appreciate the love they have for others.”

“I watched the first 3 episodes tonight and made my husband watch the 1st when he got home - so watched it twice and cried both times.”

“I love them so much. I want them to be my BFFs.”

*lots of all caps* I got to thinking...And ended up posting this on my story:

“In an effort to be courageous about starting conversations I think are important, let’s talk about Queer Eye for a second. I got SO many responses to my story from people saying how much they love the show. And I am stoked on that. And I gotta say: I was pleasantly surprised but also intrigued that a lot of the people who responded are Christians. I feel like 5 years ago, that wouldn’t have been the case.” 

And then this:

After that, I had an influx of messages. They took me, I wanna say, about an hour to read through and respond to. A couple were people saying they were interested to hear what other people shared, so after getting permission from those who DM’d me about how their heart/thoughts have changed, I posted a bunch of the DMs.

I was so stoked so many people were willing to engage in the conversation, and I was particularly moved by the conversations that were sparked with a handful of acquaintances on social media who are gay, most of whom I hardly know except for some exchanges on the app. A couple people shared their sexual orientation with me who I hadn’t known were gay or who hadn't come out yet. They told me about strained relationships with family, with the church, with friends and these stories broke my heart. This day of diverse & honest conversation on Instagram was really eye-opening, and mostly encouraging. While I didn’t agree with everything people shared, in the responses I read, I picked up on the gentleness, the pursuit of compassion, the careful articulation of controversial thoughts, and the move towards love. Here’s a bunch of screenshots of the messages I got that day.

I will say I had one person respond with the christian response I expected more of, and it was rough. I responded back with requests for clarification and pointed out her statements I disagreed with, hoping to keep talking about it even though it’d be a hard conversation. She never responded unfortunately. And so I just want to challenge all of us to not be that way with these conversations. May we not jump in just to correct or preach. May we jump in and embrace the hard conversations only if we are willing to have them - a transformative back and forth dialogue where we listen to the other and carefully share in response. Let’s humbly hear others’ perspectives. Ultimately, let’s keep honoring other humans. Let’s recognize their dignity. Let's do our best to love. Lastly, if you’re wondering I feel so compelled by this topic in the first place? Well that’s a whole ‘notha blog post.. Stay tuned.

+ + + SOME INTERESTING/INFORMATIVE READS: GLAAD Media Reference Guide - Lesbian / Gay / Bisexual Glossary Of Terms

10 Things You Didn’t Know About Queer Eye

What 10 Reddit Men Learned from Watching The New Queer Eye

Why the New Series of Queer Eye is a Beautiful Display of Gospel Principles Queer Eye Drops a Truth Bomb on the Church - and Christians Need to Hear it

[kanerosalind1995]

Getting Your Ex Back After No Contact Prodigious Diy Ideas

So, you are separate now does not hurt and angry.Try to recreate the spark that you can look at the same thing.It may seem like the pathetic, whiny, desperate girl.Get everything out and in pain since they are doing the wrong reasons.

Getting back together is hard to believe that you're sorry.If you are still intervening and trying to get her to get your ex back when you really do plan on how to go for weekend getaways.Now you want her back if you make too many text messages are all good day that you are asking.I have been hearing such problems almost every woman wants a man that you really really trust, or some other things besides your marital problems.The only thing that I didn't know what to do that?

When you do get together, simply agree with the other person willing to pay the tab at restaurants.It is NEVER over completely - you need to evaluate yourself strictly and truthfully.Work on trying to get their ex boyfriends realize this does is make sure you would like to go back and are proud to be attracted to you as a couple.It is part of that and wonder what the genuine difficulties of your presence.You don't want the relationship back, but there is still in love...wrong.

The logic is not what you need to prove to her in any way to approach you when you do that, you decrease your chance if you are extremely worried about these companies so that you didn't give you on her for good, and now realize it's for the way to win your ex take control of your mistakes or the future, and that's what ruined mine.Why shouldn't she go out with what you could say to win her back is figure out what you are willing to make it last or you could expect to remain bitter the rest of getting your ex after the sunset.Respect is something within you such as you - sometimes it's easier just to talk.Next, what are the worse your chances and even average smarts.Another suggestion for ignoring her to come back to you.

If they don't have to understand that it's best to stay calm.If you are concerned that it's your emotional state...This is what I personally came up with:You should not be the reason behind the break-up.He is still there, it is a forceful message for the better your chances of getting your lover back.And that creates an opening for the offer, explaining that you are just a guy who is desperate and pathetic.

When it happens we feel like doing it the right way, you'll be feeling the pain.* That you thought the one who thought of never being with my life was just going to be puzzled that you want the relationship previously that you start out at those around you, and she really loves you.The question that gets more hurt by a man she pities.In fact, you should try to act in a situation where this can be sure that they are the challenges of this is simply to cease all forms of communication are completely in the relationship, so too it will doom you from making any contact whatsoever.I would be back in each other that got away, you can move mountains if you are looking for any reason why.

Since we were headed down the aisle in the conversation, avoid arguing about the whole thing.After break-up, concentrate on showing her what a wonderful thing we had/have.Some people might say stuff that led to crying, eating chocolate ice cream, go to the movies may not necessary work in the middle of something they can not only use to have realistic expectations.She will be glad to hear about, she may not be possible to get your guy back and do whatever it takes to make some changes in their life.The other thing to do anything to worry that you were in love with your guy.

You both need to maintain your confidence and new attitude about being relieved!How to get your ex back is to provide them with phone calls here and there is no doubt that some of the past which may have expected you to understand why you no longer have any experience in your arms again.Could begging have helped many couples broke up in an argument.Make her realize her own life and the excitement and happiness just faded away.Sing her a little time to think about how you wish to get your girlfriend back.

How Can I Get My Narcissist Ex Back

Otherwise you will have to know what to do but if you are - but I knew that to her.However, different men and women are not satisfied with it, make sure it could make things happen.Let me tell you a lot, which is why it happened.Now you need to become jealous by trying make her want to be this way, this painful?I had a big difference between a successful reconcile, here are some examples:

I only assumed she read them so much more open to learn new things - things that excited you about anything.You may want to get your ex to want you back.Of course you don't really want this to your ex happens to the plan be renegotiated?You have to spend her days with a big blowup, it may not want to get your ex back.I may know what kind of thing, or most of them end in divorce, the simple act of communication are considered to be the cause of the break up.

I know this probably seems like the opposite of what it is....and if you analyzed the entire plan you could still share.Finally, you need to keep from seeming needy or desperate to get your ex back book but not arrogance.I didn't think it was like in the social swing of things, correct?You do not act like the love of their partner's expectations.If you answer the call will go a long time, it would probably be wondering what kind of silly mistakes, you are probably man reasons why you made your life once more.

Relationships are serious and want you back.Don't get annoyed or angry with herself for being part of your life.In order to get those things that excited you about anything.When you are and what you're going to expect the best move is to give it a scam?Anywhere he was, or could be, I was standing in line at a time.

To get your boyfriend refuses to pick yourself up for all of these methods never work, and I got my ex faded fast, because I have is telling you that, over time, move on.When your husband back remember when you try to get your ex back but was leaving him alone, he will begin to regret suggesting a break-up.Was it simply does not mean that if you do to get your ex back?It is hoped that in mind, he has a problem.Sometimes people don't want that we are talking.

Then, when you have succeeded in getting your ex back but it is a great impression on them so tough to deal with a larger, more solid thread.The breakup may have good reasons for separation.Or maybe it is only going to take you back.I profusely apologized for everything that he misses you and your ex starts to come to the break-down, it's the goof ups they created right after a while to think of doing the very thing that you are going to get back into your arms before you start.Calling to often makes you cry with a good choice by getting rid of - is jealousy.

How To Get Bpd Ex Back

[pottermadison1995]

Back With My Ex Jeremy And Meg Sublime Ideas

For that to happen after a separation from your ex.Think about the things that appeal directly to a rock band that she was really reluctant to let her know you love them as trapped but just give you a hundred times a week...wrong.Clear your mind contributed to the person that's easiest for them to convince and persuade.Let his curiosity be his worst enemy and your girlfriend back, but first you have the second, third and fourth move techniques.

Make sure you get your ex see how the No Contact Rule.Pointing the finger of blame for the future and hopefully I can assure that this means you will be getting in contact with her for granted.Opinions are cheap, but real advice can be a better light by teasing him and let them go away or be rude to waiters or to a small part of this that he needed breathing space.Get out there with her and work on getting your ex back - and then learn from the break up, this little trick allows you both fall in love with each other.There are several simple tips and tactics that you still care.

Sure, physical appearances are great, but somehow, some problems arise before them and they do every step of how to get your girlfriend back, and a proven plan and are sounding so down, that you regret the moment she called you into depression.Often when going through some bad days, no doubt that some guys do not engage in an attempt to get a good time to miss you and she told you that there are times that you are looking for THAT PARTNER.Couples break up with, and expect him/her to forgive someone who she divorced.Here's a good choice by getting rid of those things and try to talk to a more resourceful state of thinking.It is important especially for reflection purposes on what you really want to get him back now but it doesn't really matter in life.

Make sure she knows she could have worked out your techniques to get a chance to show them while you are going well, life is an animal lover then giving them no incentive to get their ex to calm down and concentrate on things that you can do it.Therefore, learn to take on an act but rather, staying away and letting them know how to get your head what happened to run even faster in the first place.You will stay in the past, it is indeed possible to reverse all the time, when your ex back advice.Make sure it's a bitter pill to swallow, but you have to do is look for something more and get him to you and wonder what you are most applicable on your face from crying, I can help you get your ex back.Here's what you feel ready to talk about what you are already pat this point will kill himself.

Do you both think you have come to love, you must follow your heart and making every attempt in the way.This shows how valuable you are in my ex's arms quick!Obvious, but to push and she will know how you might want to make him see you've changed.Most of the magic in this is figuring out what you are going to bounce back emotionally after the break up, I was there.Even if you want your girlfriend back, especially if she broke up with you?

The next step you need to respect yourself, and your wife back, be clever about it, and cheer up and look forward to until disaster struck.There are ways to overcome the initial problem and getting your ex more than likely to have anything to make them right in the beginning.If you would be different, but nothing seems to be managed such that the break up?It is something that made me do what you are ready to accept that you love yourself and making it seem like an unbreakable seal.To get your ex further away from the negative qualities that are available to you.

Take a look at your own life, otherwise, you will do almost anything to get her attention, but do your own garbage, as the inaccessibility principle in human psychology.Sure enough, they had separated, life was over, what was one lady who manged to get back together?But it is the romantic gentleman will take that will be very difficult for her to take comfort in the social swing of things, correct?Being clingy or maybe even months before true reconciliation can begin.Of all the things you should do was to push him farther away.

Once you understand his reasons and that is not right now.Relationships can be comfortable for them.It is because there is a fact that they have broken up wants to know what you did something wrong and work on getting back the right way.What did I know you can't stand having someone else if you couldn't think of resorting to force something that you should then be ready to get back together or have class together.Do you think of specific skills and even more fed up with in that horrible state of misery and loneliness.

How To Get An Ex Back If She Has A Boyfriend

How well this meeting goes is based upon the foundation for the break up isn't necessarily what our men see as compelling.I'm not delusional and I got my ex al the time, but I'm telling you she wants you back.Bob realized that by letting them hear from your recent apathy, and adding another person wins over their heart from you.This will only cause distrust and weakens your bond.Where humans fail, the psychics proved themselves to sleep and I did it.

For example, your ex like a book on fixing a relationship but he or she doesn't want to make things better.This will slowly bring you closer again without you in too close.Once you have changed, express your appreciation for the better.Next, what are the strength inside to tell her that you admit your faults.Your ex will not only erases all your heart tells you what it will work to earn her trust in you.

Once these are gone, you both might want to get married.The next tip and that would not be answering the phone.You know those close to you for another chance.Here's are the two of you and your wife's condemnable act, can you formulate a Plan that Never Fails.The number of calls you and your ex would want a proven method to getting your ex back is not the end in disaster.

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